Chapter 409: One Hundred Sixty-Six: Great Xie Xiao Niangzi? Xie Xiao Niangzi Xiao Niangzi Little Zhi Shuang!

One Hundred Sixty-Six: Great Xie Xiao Niangzi? Xie Xiao Niangzi Xiao Niangzi Little Zhi Shuang!

Before Yan Yan Liulang and Huang Meilu Xuan, the sky suddenly brightened. A clear blue, semi-arc-shaped great sun descended, and the scorching light melted all the high mountain snow, including the snow lotus on the peak, which was also melted and stirred to destruction by the great sun in the sky.

Yan Yan Liulang and Huang Meilu Xuan suddenly came back to their senses. When they opened their eyes again, where were the icy snow mountains and world-ending avalanches? They were still in the pile of corpses in the dilapidated small courtyard.

However, before them, a thin yet upright youth's back blocked their view. Beside him, a 【Arc】 was shining with clear blue light, shining on them, faintly giving them a feeling of unusual warmth like sunbathing in summer.

The golden-haired Hu woman who stopped before the array narrowed her azure eyes, examining the one person and one sword standing alone and brave before her.

Before this Confucian-robed youth and the mythical Xin Dingjian, the sword intent of a top-grade sword cultivator was actually ineffective.

Rumble—!

A pressure belonging to a top-grade Qi-refining cultivator bloomed at the feet of the golden-haired Hu woman.

Purple energy wantonly crisscrossed the courtyard, and the surrounding courtyard walls and other old buildings collapsed one after another in the rumbling sound.

However, if one looked down from high altitude at this moment, one would find that these collapsed courtyard walls and buildings were all walking around a large circle.

This large circle was the ten-zhang semi-circular range where the Pool-Under-Moon Array was located. The buildings outside the array range were devastated by the sword energy, none spared.

The Candle in the Snow said word by word: "Run."

Magistrate Ouyang Rong curled his lips, making a muffled sound from beneath the golden fierce mask:

"Run for what? Am I not right here? Why have you, who usually act instead of speaking, started talking nonsense? Were you beaten into a frightened bird by me last time?

"Heh, don't worry this time."

The Candle in the Snow, whose eyelids were twitching, heard the Confucian-robed youth laugh lightly. The corners of his mouth beneath the golden mask seemed to be raised, carrying a bit of mockery:

"I won't seize your sword this time. I'm tired of playing with it. Returning it to you."

The Candle in the Snow said coldly: "Are you all so eager to die?"

Magistrate Ouyang Rong shook his head, holding a Confucian-robed little Daoist girl, lowering his head to drink porridge, making some muffled, unclear mumbling sounds:

"Don't misunderstand. Today I just want to be beaten to death by you, or beat you to death."

The Candle in the Snow took a deep breath.

Since she walked to the front as the Chief Great Xie Xiao Niangzi of Xie Xiao Niangzi Yunmeng Lake, representing Xie Xiao Niangzi Yunmeng Yunmeng Yunmeng Jian Ze to suppress the sword cultivators of the world, who dared to speak such rebellious words to her?

Especially this greenhorn who only had Grade 8 spiritual energy color, hiding his head and showing his tail, being so arrogant while relying on a strange Xin Dingjian.

The golden mask on Magistrate Ouyang Rong's face was ancient and heavy, but because the mask's pattern was a green-faced, fanged evil ghost, there was quite a bit of space at the fanged mouth, which was just right for drinking things.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong drank more than half a bowl of cold porridge, exhaled a long breath, and suddenly reminded her warmly:

"Hey, if you don't draw your sword, the thunderous commotion you're making will attract the state soldiers outside the city. Even a top-grade Qi-refining cultivator can't defeat thousands of Zhechong Garrison troops. That breath always has a time when it runs out. When you fall into the hands of the imperial court, it will be hard to end..."

The Candle in the Snow remained silent until he said halfway, then suddenly laughed:

"Hey, hurry up, Xie Xiao Niangzi Xiao Niangzi Little Zhi Shuang. If you don't come, forget it. I'm too lazy to wait for you. You're so mother-in-law-like."

The Candle in the Snow was suddenly thin with anger, her jade face showing a hint of red.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong nodded with a smile, pointing his finger at the snow-white long sword, which seemed to feel its mistress's anger and was humming slightly:

"Hey, it seems I guessed right. It really is your boudoir nickname. It's finally a little girl's gentle heart, engraving it on the sword. Hmm, I didn't expect that there would be someone in this world who could seize your sword."

Speaking of this, his face was apologetic, a bit embarrassed as he put down the porridge bowl he had just finished, and gave a slight burp:

"There is a bell on Mount Feng; it rings when frost falls, hence the name 'Zhi'. The name is quite particular.

"You say, who would have thought that the world-famous Great Xie Xiao Niangzi of the Candle in the Snow would have such an elegant and playful boudoir nickname? Little Zhi Shuang, tsk tsk."

The Confucian-robed youth cited classics, his words frivolous, becoming more and more presumptuous as he spoke.

The Candle in the Snow opened her azure eyes wide, staring at him for a while with a cold gaze that could kill.

She suddenly calmed down and asked:

"Is this array that thing from the Astrological Bureau? It seems to be called by the ancient name Pool-Under-Moon, specifically designed to trap sword cultivators of the world with the sword-wielder as the head.

"Although I don't know what happened in this courtyard today, you are not a Yin-Yang School Qi-refining cultivator; you can't lay down this array. Now it should be that you have occupied the magpie's nest, borrowing it to deal with me."

She sneered:

"How are you so bold, so eager for me to enter the array? You are the array eye, unable to move, unable to use spiritual energy cultivation. Do you think you can control me just by relying on these two guys beside you?

"Heh, you underestimate our Xie Xiao Niangzi Yunmeng Yunmeng Yunmeng Jian Ze's fighting sword arts too much.

"Even if spiritual energy cultivation is isolated, even if I let you use one hand, you still can't touch the corner of my clothes."

Magistrate Ouyang Rong stood with his hands in his sleeves, his right hand inside his sleeve pinching a red leaf with blood characters.

It was just that because of the injury and blood loss, the hand pinching the leaf was trembling slightly uncontrollably inside the sleeve.

He stood in a relaxed posture, his tone teasing:

"Xie Xiao Niangzi Xiao Niangzi Little Zhi Shuang, mother-in-law-like.

"If you don't come over again, I will go find you with this array. You think you're safe just a step away? This little girl's eyes can see you. As long as you are in Prince Xunyang City, you can't run away."

The Candle in the Snow narrowed her eyes.

She glanced at the 【Arc】 that was stuck in the quagmire and motionless before the Confucian-robed youth, skipped it directly, and finally looked at the little hand of the little girl in the red jacket reaching into the "mercury" light of the sword box.

This world-famous Great Xie Xiao Niangzi of Xie Xiao Niangzi Yunmeng had an increasingly calm face, and she began to lower her eyes to search in her sleeves. A short while later, she pulled out a mixed-color ribbon of green and white, lowered her head, and wore it on her eyes.

Covering her eyes.

This scene was exactly the same as when Zhao Zhao Qingxiu fought the long-armed sword hero A Liu Jie from Chang'an, who possessed the moonlight long sword, at the Beitian Tian Jiyang Yuan on Mount Mount Dagu.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong saw this ribbon, and then saw the golden-haired Hu woman who was covering her eyes with the ribbon, and his expression changed slightly.

He didn't know what he thought of.

The Candle in the Snow covered her eyes, holding a snow-white long sword that could cut gold and break jade, with a blade like autumn frost, and took a step forward.

Alone, she entered the Pool-Under-Moon Array.

Her body was like a phantom, bypassing the 【Arc】 that had lost its spiritual energy and stopped in mid-air, rushing straight at the Confucian-robed youth.

Huang Meilu Xuan saw this, remembered the instructions, and wanted to pull the sword in the box, but the next instant, her palm was pressed down.

Before she could be anxious and confused, she suddenly found that the golden-haired big sister who was preparing to take the head of Benefactor Commandant had completely stopped.

Standing in place, motionless.

Because...

The Candle in the Snow suddenly pulled off the blindfold.

A 【Arc】 hovered before her eyes.

A few strands of golden hair in the sunlight fell from her forehead, drifting down slowly, scattered by the autumn wind.

The Candle in the Snow, whose spiritual energy cultivation had been suppressed by more than half by the Pool-Under-Moon Array, opened her eyes and looked at the 【Arc】 before her, which was overflowing with sword energy and full of vitality. The expression on her jade face was somewhat unbelievable.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong, with his hands in his sleeves, had already let go. One hand was pressing on Huang Meilu Xuan's small hand, and the two fingers of one hand were pinching a deep autumn red leaf full of blood characters.

The sloppy blood characters on the red leaf were disappearing rapidly in the strong wind like a castle made of sand.

He suddenly spoke:

"Xie Xiao Niangzi Xiao Niangzi Little Zhi Shuang, you lost again. But this time, I'll spare you for now, because I once owed a great favor to a certain Yue woman of your sect. One repayment for one favor, let's call it even. Xie Xiao Niangzi Xiao Niangzi Little Zhi Shuang, don't come to throw your life away again."

The Candle in the Snow, whose nose was pointed at by the 【Arc】, was full of anger and asked in a suppressed voice:

"I didn't lose! What is this sword called? It was this sword at Mount Mount Dagu too. What kind of Xin Dingjian divine ability is this?"

Without waiting for Magistrate Ouyang Rong to answer, in the alley behind her, figures of Yue women in Wu-style skirts faintly appeared, rushing over to assist.

The Confucian-robed youth wearing the golden four-eyed fierce mask tilted his head to look. He took a deep look at this group of Yue women. They were still far away, and he didn't know if it was an illusion, but there was a familiar beautiful figure faintly among them.

The Candle in the Snow only heard this hateful, presumptuous Confucian-robed youth who was playing god mutter a sentence, his tone seemingly dejected:

"Meeting by chance across a thousand li, meeting without fate will also be empty. What a 'fate arises and is empty'."

The next instant, as if receiving a signal, Yan Yan Liulang and Huang Meilu Xuan grabbed his sleeves one after another.

Inside a jade box buried deep in the mud in the courtyard, a thin strip resembling an old tree root began to melt. The jade box seemed to sense it, blooming with earthy yellow light, spreading all the way to the center of the courtyard.

This earthy yellow light contained surging and heavy special spiritual energy, flowing beneath Magistrate Ouyang Rong's feet. The earthy yellow spiritual energy took the form of a hornless, scaleless long-bearded swimming dragon entrenched beneath his feet.

Just at the critical moment when the Xuanhuang Earth Dragon's beard in the jade box was about to melt completely, the Confucian-robed youth wearing the Fangxiang mask array eye moved his boots slightly, touching the fainted, icy palace-dressed girl.

Qiu—!

A slight sound rang out in the air.

In the Pool-Under-Moon Array, Magistrate Ouyang Rong, Yan Yan Liulang, Huang Meilu Xuan, Miao Si, and Rong Zhen disappeared from the spot.

The 【Arc】 hovering before the Candle in the Snow also vanished without a trace, following the sword-wielder away.

The Candle in the Snow stood in place, silent for a moment.

She didn't go to greet the companions who arrived late behind her, or rather, whom she had thrown off by coming too fast. The tall Hu woman walked up and picked up a red leaf whose blood characters had not completely melted away.

"Three million jade dragons fly up, stirring the whole sky into coldness..."

Rong Zhen had a dream.

She dreamed that with the help of her colleagues at the Luodu Astrological Bureau, she had finally caught the owner of the Butterfly Loves Flowers.

The Pool-Under-Moon Array had trapped him tightly. Rong Zhen was high above, stepping on the chest of this little thief, bending down to take off his mask.

"Magistrate Ouyang Magistrate Ouyang Lianghan?"

Rong Zhen was shocked.

But the next instant, Magistrate Ouyang Magistrate Ouyang Lianghan, who was stepped on the ground, suddenly smiled shamelessly, reaching out to pinch her nose, while his face shamelessly approached her, who was close at hand. The scorching male breath rushed toward her...

"You deserve to die!"

On the sickbed, Rong Zhen exclaimed, waking up from the dream, opening her eyes and panting, but the next instant, she seemed to bump into something, and her forehead hurt.

"Ouch—!"

"Ouch—!

"What are you doing? Did you have a nightmare? Why did you suddenly jump up? You scared me to death."

A familiar male voice with a helpless tone came.

Rong Zhen hugged the quilt, covered her forehead and retreated, staring with wide apricot eyes at Commandant Magistrate Ouyang beside the bed, who was also covering his forehead.

She couldn't help but look around.

She was on a sickbed in a side room.

It should be morning right now, the sun outside the window was bright, but clearly, it was not in that dilapidated small courtyard in Xingzi Square.

The Magistrate Ouyang Magistrate Ouyang Lianghan before her was holding a bowl of medicine, having just bumped into her forehead. Some of the medicine in the bowl had spilled onto the quilt. At this moment, Magistrate Ouyang Magistrate Ouyang Lianghan was shaking his head, wiping the quilt with his sleeve.

Rong Zhen reacted, lowered her head to look at her clothes, and found that inside the quilt, she was wearing a white inner garment, and there was no strange feeling all over her body.

It was just that her neck was particularly painful, as if it had been hit hard, and her dantian meridians had suffered internal injuries, which should have been caused by the backflow of the Xin Dingjian's sword energy.

"Where is this? Why are you in my room? And what were you doing just now?"

Rong Zhen asked vigilantly, while touching under her pillow with one hand, finding that it was not the room she slept in, and couldn't help but frown.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong shook his head:

"Yesterday, when everyone found you in that courtyard in Xingzi, you were injured and unconscious. This is the State Medical Office.

"I was also injured and resting in the room next door. However, I recovered faster than you. The doctor wasn't there, and when I passed by, I saw your medicine was getting cold, so I wanted to feed you some.

"Uh, just now I saw your expression wasn't right, so I wanted to touch your forehead to check your temperature, and you bumped into me as soon as you woke up."

Rong Zhen frowned, staring carefully at his face for a while, finding that it was exactly the same as the face under the mask in the dream, and the male breath was also the same.

It might have been his approach just now, the subconscious reaction of the Yin-Yang School Qi-refining cultivator's body that remembered his aura, projecting it into the dream.

Thinking through this oddity, Rong Zhen's face looked a little better.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong touched his face: "Is there something on my face? Why is the female historian staring at me?"

Rong Zhen shook her head, took the medicine bowl he handed over warmly with both hands, took a sip, and as if remembering something, she immediately asked:

"Besides you and me, what about the others?"

Magistrate Ouyang Rong sighed, his emotions somewhat dejected as he muttered:

"All gone. When the state soldiers and government officials went over, I don't know what happened there; it was a ruin.

"The houses and courtyard walls all collapsed. Only you, me, and Yan Liulang had a breath left, pressed by the bricks of the ruins. It counts as a lucky escape... But there is an old saying."

Rong Zhen wanted to comfort him, but saw him muttering halfway, his emotions cheering up again:

"Those who survive a great disaster will have good fortune later."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 410 =====