Since there is no real sword in the Mohist sword box.

So where is this "pretentious thing"?

In other words, who was it really given to by the old swordsmith?

Why is that great lady Yunmeng so sure that there is no sword in the sword box?

Excluding the fact that Ah Qing's real name was revealed in advance, before the old swordsmith threw himself into the furnace, he turned to face the door, including Ouyang Rong, Wei Shaoxuan, Liu Zilin, Ah Qing and other ninth-grade or less than ninth-grade people.

Say your "real name".

Speaking of which, at least one of the four of them must be able to obtain the "pretend" that actually contains the tripod sword.

Otherwise, without a real name, wouldn’t this new tripod sword never be able to reveal itself?

Maybe it was the lack of important information, or maybe it was the old man's brain circuit that he really couldn't understand.

Ouyang Rong frowned.

He thought quickly, but his thoughts were a mess.

"Is this the Pure Land Palace you are talking about?"

Liu Zilin suddenly turned his head, pointed at a dry well in front of him, and asked doubtfully.

Ouyang Rong came back to his senses and nodded calmly: "That's right."

Ouyang Rong encountered no unexpected setbacks along the way. Liu Zilin and others brought Ouyang Rong to the backyard of Beitian Alms Home. The slaves in green clothes stood in front of the dry well, looking around cautiously.

Liu Zilin lowered his head and looked down the well, and motioned to his men to get the rope ladder.

He turned back, stared into Ouyang Rong's eyes and said:

"You're fine, why are you putting the orb down here?"

"It's quiet down there. I like to sit quietly. I climbed up yesterday and forgot the orb."

Ouyang Rong said with a normal expression. He walked over first, put down the rope, and slid down with ease:

"Let's go, don't waste time, what you want is down there, I hope no outsiders picked it up."

Liu Zilin frowned, waved his hand, and led his subordinates to follow him one after another, sliding along the rope into a dark underground palace underground.

Downhole.

When someone comes to the underground palace again, it feels like he has returned home, and the operations are skillful and easy.

Liu Zilin looked sideways and observed Ouyang Rong's light and familiar movements, and the suspicion in his eyes diminished slightly.

Looks like a regular customer.

"Excuse me, this is Master Ignorance...well, you can also call him Xiuzhen."

"Amitabha, all donors, this place is a lotus... ah!"

In the darkness, a haggard monk walked towards him with a compassionate face. He screamed "Ah" and was knocked down by a punch. He lay on the ground not knowing whether to live or die.

Liu Zilin shook his loose right fist and raised his chin to signal to his subordinates: "Drag him away."

Ouyang Rong:......

"Your friend?" Liu Zilin asked sideways.

"I don't know, a crazy monk." After a pause, he added as if unnecessary: ​​"The beloved disciple of the abbot of the temple."

Ouyang Rong looked calm, turned around, and walked straight to the stone lotus pedestal in the center of the underground palace.

Liu Zilin's right palm was always on the hilt of the sword, and he looked around this strange underground palace with curiosity.

The surrounding green-clothed slaves tacitly went to the four directions of the murals to investigate, and finally confirmed that there was no danger in the underground palace. They were stationed in all directions.

At this moment, in the empty palace, Liu Zilin and his servants in green clothes surrounded Ouyang Rong.

If you can't hand over something, you won't be able to escape.

"We've arrived, where is my sword?" Liu Zilin asked warmly.

"Why are you so anxious? It's down here. I'll look for it. It seems to have fallen down here."

The young magistrate sat on the lotus pedestal in a meditative posture.

He bent down as if no one was watching, and put his palms into the dark shadows under the pedestal to grope.

At the same time, he silently closed his eyes and took a look at the remaining merit values ​​in a certain merit tower.

"After spending 10,000 yuan, do you still have so much merit left..." He lowered his head and sighed.

With a "clang" sound, the sword light suddenly appeared.

"What merit, what are you talking about?" Liu Zilin drew his sword and asked in surprise.

His fingertips once again touched the rough and cold four-character stone carving below. Ouyang Rong raised his head and showed an embarrassed smile to Liu Zilin.

He suddenly realized that fate had played a big joke on him.

When he wanted to leave, he couldn't.

When you don’t want to leave, you have to leave.

Ouyang Rong was silent for a moment and sighed: "I said... I found it."

Liu Zilin quickly stretched out his palm: "What did you find, where is it? Ouyang Lianghan, my patience has its limit, give it to me!"

But the next second, he was startled. He rubbed his eyes and found that he was not blind. Ouyang Lianghan in front of him... his eyes were glowing purple?

Liu Zilin suddenly took a step back in fright.

Ouyang Rong's eyes were filled with purple energy, and his face was as calm as death:

"I found my way home, so today is the day, let's exchange it... Come back!"

He drank lightly.

Close your eyes slowly.

In the merit tower, a row of blue-gold numbers decreased rapidly... Ten thousand merits were completely cleared!

clang--!!!

In Ouyang Rong's ears, a dull bell like a great bell rang.

This was the loudest and most resonant blessing bell he had ever heard.

All of them highlight the specialness and extraordinaryness of this expensive blessing.

From the first time I woke up in the underground palace and found the stone carvings of "Go back and come here", to now I have a knife on my neck and am forced to redeem the blessing of "Go back and come here".

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that almost half a year has passed. He went down the mountain to accumulate merit, met a group of like-minded partners in Longcheng, and did a lot of things that benefited the country and the people.

There are joys, regrets, and... people who are reluctant to let go.

But life is unpredictable, and no one knows where they will be tomorrow, what they will do, and who they will meet.

Look forward.

At the last moment, the young man who had been looking forward to going home to take the postgraduate entrance exams looked up with reluctance.

He looked up at the wellhead above his head where he had expected to climb back home and find relief. He looked up at the blue sky outside the wellhead that was exactly the same as in his previous life.

However, this look lasted for a long time.

Ouyang Rong raised his head for a while.

But the well in the field of vision is still the same well, and the sky is still the same sky.

There was no movement around him.

Ouyang Rong frowned and looked around.

The scene in the underground palace is uneventful.

Wait, is his ten thousand meritorious deeds worth the blessings!?

Where are you coming back as promised?

Rocking forward so slowly?

Come on, hey!

Ouyang Rong sat on the rosette and waited, his face a little anxious, looking around.

Then he met the strange gazes of Liu Zilin and the others behind him.

"..."

Everyone looked at him with unkind expressions.

I'm afraid the air will suddenly become quiet like this.

Whoosh! A cold sword edge emitting gray moonlight made the hairs on his neck fall out.

Ouyang Rong turned his head stiffly and met Liu Zilin's cold and terrifying eyes. The latter squeezed out a few words from his mouth:

"Ouyang Lianghan, what are you pretending to be?"
Chapter completed!