Chapter 255

Two Hundred and Sixty-Four, Viewing the Sword

No way, even a gentleman guards against craftsmen. Two Hundred and Sixty-Four, Viewing the Sword. When Ouyang Rong climbed out of the well, he found it was about to be dawn. The moon was setting, and the east was already white.

He leaned against the well mouth, sat on the ground with his elbows on his knees, and took a deep breath. His slightly stunned eyes reflected the orange-red little dot on the eastern horizon.

I still remember that the first time I climbed out of the well, it was also at this dawn hour. It's just that the current mindset is the exact opposite of the mindset at that time.

And there was no eager crowding of monks like ants on a hot pan.

The only thing that was the same was him, with a firm belief, alone, climbing out of the well.

"It's quite a coincidence, do I have to start all over again... No, this time, I am no longer alone."

Ouyang Rong admired the sunrise over the Yangtze River in the distance for a while.

"As for a Grade 1 Zhao Qingxiu who is stronger than the well mouth, such as the junior sister, a cultivation seed from a famous orthodox Daoist lineage.

He closed his eyes, breathed, and slowly felt the state of his dantian. The candle in the snow said:

Next time I can't get too close to the prey, the sword wielder should stay further away. Using the top-notch unique skill 'Return', Xiao Ling seventeen breaths,

"Looks like, a few days ago, I should have been recuperating here, but... why wasn't there anyone to take care of me? Did no one care that I was sleepwalking and running around blindly at night after recovering from illness?"

"A bit familiar, it should be from Meilu Yuan... The food box has two layers, there are quite a few plates, at least for two people."

When the warm early sun warmed his body, he stood up and left the Beitian Jiyang Yuan, where monks and guests were gradually waking up.

But no matter what, no matter what the price paid, the feeling of successfully beheading Xiao Ling's world in a hot-blooded state that day was extremely satisfying to Sun Laoguai Sun; he was still faintly savoring it at this moment, very happy!

"This time, killing Wei Shaoqi was indeed too risky. Fortunately, there was the purple mist of merit and a special 'Craftsman', so I could be so exaggerated and ambush a heavily injured Grade 3 Zhao Qingxiu."

Fingers wiped the blue eyes, overlooking the entire Mount Dagu. Words followed the law, like a Confucian saint.

"But just using my dantian's spiritual energy reserve, normally below Grade 1, I should be invincible. As long as I keep a low profile and don't get discovered by the other party first, I can just take their head first."

Like a peacock showing off, it retracted its wings.

The young county magistrate's body was like a white hole, hiding wind and gathering energy from everything it touched, all converging spiritual energy fluctuations, like a stone that never changes through the ages.

Sun Laoguai Sun was inspired, his two fingers twisted lightly, the movement like pulling silk. Sun Laoguai Sun sighed, rubbed his face hard, and muttered with emotion: The candle in the snow was calm, lowered his eyes and said nothing.

"Are you done fooling around? Let's go, your second senior sister is waiting for us, don't worry about the rest, your second senior sister has already talked to Xie Jinjiang and the others, and handled it cleanly."

However, this involves a new sword wielder experience, which is also the lesson learned by Xiao Ling's world when killing the well mouth intelligently:

In the situation of taking qi-supplementing elixirs.

"As for a normal Grade 1 enemy, if there is really no qi-supplementing elixir, the 'Craftsman' can also absorb my 'breath of injustice' as fuel to drive it, forcibly killing existences like the well mouth."

Could it be the hot-tempered person mentioned by the old sword caster? Now in Longcheng, and doesn't even know he has the sword?

"What is this?"

Speaking of which, after using the cloth sword to behead Wei Shaoqi and Liu Fu, he and Li Guoer did indeed clean up quite cleanly, destroying the bodies and traces.

But beheading a Grade 3 Zhao Qingxiu who fell into the trap.

Although the well mouth had a severed arm and was injured at the time, looking at his appearance of having no power to fight back, even if he wasn't injured, it is estimated he could still be beheaded, at most costing a bit more trouble, letting him live a few more breaths.

She lowered her head, took out a red lotus sword seal from her sleeve, and pressed her sword finger on the seal; there was clear blue light condensing on her fingers.

Qiu Shenji lowered his head, looking at his feet.

Sun Laoguai Sun's warm palm slowly withdrew from the messy, wrinkled bed sheet of the bed in the inner room.

He looked around the room and muttered to analyze:

Especially in the situation where the purple mist of merit in the merit tower was temporarily exhausted.

The candle in the snow frowned.

The old Daoist turned his head

, looked at her, and the relief of Xiao Ling's world leaving in the distance.

"Two female Bodhisattvas, please stay." In the room, someone was quietly viewing the sword.

Its upper limit is taken from the sword wielder's courage to set up a trap and rich imagination.

Hiding until the very end when Xiao Ling was completed, pitting this military strategist Xiao Ling's world, who had escaped death countless times on the battlefield, very miserably.

What the hell was that fleeting familiar sword qi? Illusion? Or is the Ding Sword currently still in Longcheng County? It's not as bad as imagined, being taken away by other forces.

Qiu Shenji responded obediently.

"This qi-supplementing elixir is quite useful, helping to replenish the huge consumption of the 'Return' Liu Fu, but unfortunately, it was used up when killing Wei Shaoqi. I don't know where to find it again, Mount Gezao should have it..."

It was also the fear after the third time Liu Fu killed someone, so later, when Sun Laoguai Sun Liu Fu for the second time and prepared to behead Wei Shaoqi, he stood far away, not giving the latter a chance to get close,

Besides, the bronze mask, the Mohist sword box, the moonlight long sword, and other items were not in the room.

Sun Laoguai Sun passed by without changing his expression.

The old man talked a lot, while the young woman was quiet; one was a chatterbox, one was a mute, a strange combination, but they got along quite harmoniously.

"At that time, I only cared about killing Wei Shaoqi, and gave whatever the 'Craftsman' that connected to my heart wanted to eat, feeling like my whole spirit was about to be drained. At that time, I just wanted to lie down and sleep, never waking up, it was a bit scary..."

It's not that he is domineering and narcissistic, it's mainly that he is worried about what happened to the junior sister and the others, so he didn't have time to care about himself.

"There should have been someone guarding this room to take care of me for a long time. Did Weilai come back? Or is the junior sister doing it for her?

Just at this time, the two walked in front of a Buddhist hall and met the fox-white-fur young lady who was waiting.

The old Daoist shook his head and smiled.

Master Venerable Shan Dao's kind voice suddenly came from behind.

An old Daoist in a crane-feather cloak and a pretty young girl carrying a sword left the Beitian Jiyang Yuan together.

The candle in the snow, Xiao Ling's world, and Xiao Ling's world looked back. The candle in the snow took the two and prepared to leave.

"Craftsman."

On the way, he deliberately took a detour, passing through the courtyard where he had carried the bowl and walked out to crush Wei Shaoqi, and found that there were no traces left, and the monks and guests nearby were living as usual.

What a unique pulse for a sword wielder!

The food box and plates were washed very cleanly. It suddenly appeared in the center of the inner room.

This scene, one person and one sword, was like a mountain farmer standing in front of a bright moon; mundane objects encountered dazzling myths.

Qiu Shenji cast a concerned look, the candle in the snow shook her head at her: "It's okay." A dreamlike, mythical scene appeared in the room.

These dantian spiritual energies, plus the sword wielder's unique pulse, and a hidden Ding Sword, are his greatest confidence for saving his life at the moment.

Suddenly, a palpitation surged into his heart, and Sun Laoguai Sun suddenly reached out and touched the "Craftsman".

Extremely extreme, but as long as he masters a Ding Sword and has enough spiritual energy and sources of spiritual energy substitutes, then he has almost infinite potential on the path of slaughter.

In this Beitian Jiyang Yuan full of pitiful people, the two disabled old and young left, and did not attract much attention.

Sun Laoguai Sun lowered his head and looked at his palm, a palpitation lingering in his heart. But it was a real existence, something that truly belonged to him.

A moment later, he returned to the Sanhui Yuan, pushed the door, and walked into the room. "Where are the junior sister and the others."

Someone often used the paper, ink, brush, and inkstone; it should be the junior sister who had that interest. As for the white-haired maid, asking her to read and practice calligraphy would be worse than killing her...

"Is the spiritual energy full..." He exhaled a long breath. Xiao Ling's world frowned slightly.

But a moment later, the candle in the snow's face was confused. Sun Laoguai Sun smiled and turned his head to recite:

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How exactly, wait until I meet the junior sister and the others later, and ask them, and I'll know. Xiao Ling's world glanced at Xiao Ling's world, who was looking back frequently with a worried little face, and curled her lips.

Facing the quiet room,

"Rest assured, with your second

senior sister's meticulous nature, these finishing touches can all be handled well. For her, it's a small matter. After that stinky boy, it should be hard to find a tail."

Until this moment, he thoroughly saw the appearance of the Ding Sword.

After being replenished by one-third of the medicinal effect of the three-winged summer cicada, the Grade 8 dantian developed by Sun Laoguai Sun, its capacity and recovery speed might not be outstanding.

The Ding Sword, which was originally at the boundary between illusion and reality, was now like being pinched by its tail by him and pulled back to reality.

At this time, the three were in front of the gradually lively Buddhist hall. Someone had lived here.

Just at this time, she suddenly changed her face, disappeared from the spot, and appeared over Mount Dagu in the next second.

"If there is no qi-supplementing elixir, and I can't Liu Fu for seventeen breaths, doesn't that mean I can't kill a Grade 1 Zhao Qingxiu?

Sun Laoguai Sun's peripheral vision was suddenly attracted by a food box; he walked over, opened the lid, and took a look.

Sun Laoguai Sun shook his head, but glanced at the early summer morning outside the window, and didn't worry too much.

It is a solid foundation for one's own strength.

"Or a Grade 1 Xiao Ling's world who practices strange and special qi-refining techniques, I don't know how many breaths I need to Liu Fu, and how many breaths over seventeen, I don't know if my 'breath of injustice' is enough, don't let it be like this time again, it was handsome, but I fell asleep afterward."

His gaze quickly swept across the tables, chairs, beds, and other places.

People who came later, even if they guessed that a fierce battle had occurred here, it is estimated that it would be difficult to judge who the victim was specifically based on the clues.

"Shut up."

It's just that at this moment, the young county magistrate who was viewing the Ding Sword in the room hadn't discovered that if someone looked from a distance, in the eyes of an outsider, when he was infusing spiritual energy into the 'Craftsman', the spiritual energy fluctuations on his body were almost non-existent.

The first place Ouyang Rong went to was the Sanhui Yuan.

Ouyang Rong also had a flash of inspiration and left a hand; he deliberately let go of a Persian merchant he wasn't very familiar with at the time, leaking a bit of misleading information.

It seems only this kind of explanation is quite reasonable. "The junior sister does things quite cautiously."

The raised blue "arc" fell into his eyes, making the sword wielder's pair of pitch-black eyes look like vertical pupils.

Sun Laoguai Sun stared without blinking and whispered: "So beautiful." The sword wielder was as fragile as glaze, but had amazing killing power.

"And I can see that, you and the senior sister are both trouble-making characters, the work of cleaning up the mess is all left to the second female monarch, right?"

The arc was so perfect.

"But... why is there a wine pot in the food box? Is someone drinking? Weilai shouldn't be drinking, but the junior sister might; I heard the young lady Li mention it casually, she had stolen wine on the roof of Yilan Xuan."

Along with that whispered voice, there was an "arc".

I don't know if my micro-manipulation has worked at the moment, affecting the Wei clan forces existing in the Jiang Nan Circuit...

"What's wrong with the young lady? Can't bear to go back either?" The qi-refiner asked.

The clear blue halo faintly reflected the calm face of the short-haired youth in front of him, and his bright eyes flashing with appreciation.

Wandering in the air for a long time, he returned again. Was it hidden and kept by the junior sister and the others?

A series of thoughts flashed through his mind, Sun Laoguai Sun shook his head and didn't think much more. Sun Laoguai Sun turned his head, first re-made the bed, and then closed the window.

During these days of coma, the originally spiritual-energy-deficient Grade 8 dantian had already slowly recovered and was no longer shriveled.

Under the pale blue spiritual energy deliberately infused by Sun Laoguai Sun, that "arc" slowly detached from illusion and moved toward reality.

Otherwise, with the gap distance after he jumped into mid-air and was dismembered by the Ding Sword, if Xiao Ling used it to get close to Sun Laoguai Sun and twist his neck, it wasn't impossible to happen.

"Don't let it be like in a storybook, where the protagonist wakes up from a dream after recovering from illness and finds that the world has changed..."

But the 'Craftsman', which originally had sword qi wantonly venting like a bright moon, at the moment of being touched by the finger of this "mountain farmer", the sword qi suddenly converged, and the aura disappeared without a trace.

He always felt that the excessive overdraft and consumption of the "breath of injustice" seemed a bit serious; unless it was a critical moment,

it's best not to try it easily...

Sun Laoguai Sun paced in the room, murmuring to himself:

The "arc" suspended in front of him, the halo gradually became rich, as if solidified.

Sun Laoguai Sun was meticulous, walked forward, reached out and flipped through the paper, ink, brush, and inkstone on the table, increasingly suspecting that the junior sister was stationed in this room often.

If it wasn't for the fact that he used the Mirage Beast mask to play Tian Jiyang at the time, and Xiao Ling had no defense, and when his qi was locked, he was so scared that his soul flew away and his first reaction was to escape.

This is also the Zen temple where he recuperated the last two times, so he was familiar with the road. He checked again before walking out of the inner room full of medicinal fragrance.

The coma was quite long, but it was still summer, and the season hadn't changed. At the moment, the person taking care of him was likely to have gone to prepare breakfast.

He frowned: "Speaking of which, how does this serious overdraft of spirit recover? I have to ask Master Venerable Shan Dao and the junior sister later, just sleep and rest and it will be fine?"

A trace of envy and sadness flashed in his eyes, and then disappeared without a trace. When he killed the well mouth before, he tested it himself.