"???"

Looking at the purple bellyband in his hand, Ouyang Rong fell into deep thought.

He opened the sword box that was about to be closed, twisted a slender sword arc with two fingers that concealed merit and fame, and asked seriously:

"You...which forest did you pick this up from?" After a pause, his tone contained some expectation: "You picked it up, right?"

Takuzu twisted, freed himself from his master's fingers, and expertly spun twice above the head of his master who was holding his bellyband, then plunged to the southwest, then turned and flew back. This back and forth movement was vaguely proud.

Pointing in the direction of a certain cold and cold girl imprisoned not long ago.

In addition, it was a cold autumn night outside, but he could clearly feel the residual warmth on this "found bellyband" with his fingertips.

Ouyang Rong's head was covered with black lines and he gritted his teeth and said:

"I have done good deeds and accumulated virtues in my life. How could I be so virtuous as to use your cauldron sword?

"Originally, it was a good thing to keep a secret, but now it's better. You have snatched away all the private clothes of a young lady who has always kept her body like a jade. Isn't this humiliation and enmity?

"I just teased you in front of others for not listening to me, and you really didn't say bad."

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but clench his fists, and his tone of voice was filled with hatred.

The craftsman was originally spinning around on his head, as if he was proudly waiting for the reward from his master to let him play outside for a while. At this moment, he heard the words, suddenly hovered, and with a "Qiu" sound, he plunged into the sword box.

boom--!

The sword box was slammed shut.

Ignore him.

"I can't even say a few words to you? If I don't say anything to you anymore, who knows what you will bring back next time?"

Ouyang Rong shook his head and pursued.

The long sword box was lying on the table, motionless and unresponsive.

At this moment, a lone lamp was lit on the table in front of the Buddha, making the main hall become increasingly empty and quiet.

There is a faint cold fragrance floating around.

Ouyang Rong looked to the southwest, thought for a while, and sighed.

I secretly said "sin" in my heart.

His eyes moved to the dark purple bellyband that was a little hot.

He frowned slightly.

In the Zhou Dynasty, not everyone was qualified to wear purple, but it was the most noble and mysterious color.

Because of the limitations of the coloring techniques of this era, the resulting purple cloth was extremely precious.

Among the people, the prime ministers of the Great Zhou Dynasty are called "Zhuzi Xianggong" because their official uniforms are purple, among which purple official uniforms are of higher rank than vermilion official uniforms, and are exclusive to courtiers of third rank or above.

Moreover, among Qi practitioners, purple spiritual energy is also unique to high-grade ones.

And the empress of the current dynasty especially loved purple clothes.

So wearing purple naturally became a fashion among the top nobles of the Zhou Dynasty, and it was a symbol of noble status.

Ordinary people naturally cannot go beyond wearing random clothes.

For example, the little junior sister, as a noble daughter of the fifth surname and the lintel of the Xie family in Chen County, can easily wear purple to show her noble lintel. However, the little junior sister likes and dislikes as she pleases. She is not interested in purple and even finds it ostentatious. Instead, she prefers the white color of orchids.

Whether it's pure or blue, the little junior sister's tight-fitting bellyband never has purple in it.

Don't ask how Ouyang Rong knew so clearly...

That Rong Zhen used to only wear a plain White House dress, which looked cold and stern. Unexpectedly, there was a purple private dress underneath, which was a bit unexpected for Ouyang Rong.

Although the undergarment worn by such a woman is not related to the rank of the official uniform, wearing it is not considered a transgression.

But it still illustrates one point. Rong Zhen's background is not simple. Anyway, he is definitely not an ordinary person. He has some family background, but for some reason he became a female official in the palace.

However, the purple bellyband was washed white and the faintly faded fabric all showed its mistress's asceticism.

What’s the explanation for this? Is it some kind of classic script about a poor family and being exiled to the court?

Anyway, the name Rong Zhen must be a palace pseudonym. Just like the female official Miaozhen, she at least has an outside name.

In fact, according to common sense, a woman's intimate and private clothing should be embroidered with some words, either the woman's nickname, her lover, or poems, showing her rich and delicate inner world.

Rong Zhen should be no exception. If you spread this piece out and look carefully, you might be able to find something.

However, the painting style of a grown man studying a woman's underwear that had just been pulled off under the lamplight in a dark Buddhist temple is a bit too outrageous.

Ouyang Rong couldn't do such a thing.

At the moment, he only feels that the thing brought back by the craftsman accidentally is thorny, and he has no intention of searching for it. A gentleman should be cautious.

"How to deal with this new burden..."

Ouyang Rong looked a little embarrassed.

After finally dealing with all the loopholes, there is one more thing that was not in the plan. Maybe after a while, Rong Zhen will follow the scent and lead a group of female officials to "kill" them.

He groped in his arms and found that the oil from the Burning Sky Dragon had been used up.

As for repaying it to others... it is impossible to repay it, at least not in person, so he doesn't want to lose face? Even if it is an unlikely event that someone comes to settle accounts in the future, he will refuse to admit it; what is the reason for Dingjian's behavior?

The sword owner pays the bill?

Ouyang Rong nodded and glanced at a lone lamp on the table.

He hesitated a little.

Immediately he crumpled the purple bellyband into a ball, walked to the table, took out a smoke stove, emptied the ashes, placed the empty smoke stove in front of the lamp, put the ball of clothes into it, and then burned it.

At this time, an unfamiliar but cold female voice sounded in his ears: "I caught you."

In fact, to be more precise, this harsh female voice not only rang in his ears, but also rang in the ears of all the people up and down Dagushan who were awake and yet not asleep at the moment.

It comes from the nine heavens in the sky and resounds throughout the Dagushan Mountain.

Ouyang Rong was stunned for a moment, then suddenly startled.

Above the head, the golden tile roof of the Sutra Copying Hall that had been repaired not long ago was completely lifted by the snow-white sword energy that fell from the sky.

It's like taking a broom out to sweep the snow in the twelfth lunar month, and thousands of broken tiles explode and fly.

The dark cold wind poured into the hall like sea water. Ouyang Rong's sapphire blue Confucian shirt blew loudly, and the lone lamp in front of him was instantly extinguished.

This sudden change is like the switch between a dream and waking up. The empty and lonely scene of the ancient Buddha with green lanterns is replaced by the cold evening breeze and the starry sky as soon as you open your eyes.

And under the bright starry night sky, Ouyang Rong raised his head and vaguely saw that familiar scene... a person and a bird.

I saw a strange raptor with a white body, four eyes and three legs, spreading its wings and flying high under the bright moon. With a clear groan, its wings flew across the deep dark night like a shooting star.

A tall female figure wrapped in snow-white fox fur jumped off the back of the bird, her hands stretched out freely, her big sleeves flying, her toes pointed downwards, and she was slowly falling from the nine heavens.

In Ouyang Rong's eyes at this moment, this was "slow", but in fact, there was a faint sound of breaking through the sky, and the wind was fast and lightning.

The falling force also caused her waist-length golden hair to hang upside down on her head. From a distance, it looked like a long and swaying candle. Even the strong wind could not blow it out, and it burned more and more fiercely, as if it was about to burn.

Canopy.

If someone looks down from above at this moment, they will find that this golden flame-like shadow not only cuts through the deep night, but is also like a hard sharp sword, vertically splitting the once-hidden sky above Dagushan.

Rich aroma of many scents!

The end point of the straight trajectory that the tall woman slashed like a sword was right below. By coincidence, it was the Sutra Copying Hall where Ouyang Rong was. But before she arrived, the sword energy had already arrived, and she opened the door first.

He searched the roof of the Sutra Hall and locked someone's Qi machine.

"Candle in the snow!" Ouyang Rong blurted out.

The chief heroine of Yunmeng Jianze.

Why is she here?

Ouyang Rong opened his eyes wide and recognized the person immediately.

After all, this unforgettable scene falling from the sky will not be forgotten even if he is killed, but tonight, it happened again,

But this time, it was obvious that there was no Qiu Shenji or the old swordsmith for her to look for. The purpose of this great lady Yunmengze who descended from the sky was extremely clear.

The tables and chairs in the hall creaked, and the kind-hearted golden Buddha in front of Ouyang Rong swayed. On the Buddha's body, the golden paint shell peeled off rapidly, like a cooked egg shell rolled between his hands.

Before the person arrives, the sword energy is close.

In the snow-white sword energy that raged through the hall, Ouyang Rong's shoulders sank suddenly, and the floor tiles under his feet exploded.

When he first witnessed this scene in front of the Jiayi Sword Furnace in Xiaogushan, he had not yet become a sword holder. He stood like a minion. When the sky fell, there were Qiu Shenji, Wei Shaoxuan and other tall people supporting him.

But at the moment, the only target of this lady Yunmeng's Qi machine is him, and Mount Tai is coming.

The two experiences before and after were completely different.

Only in this situation did he know how powerful this woman was!

Yunmeng Jianze Patriarch Hall's first lady, a true fifth-grade Purple Qi Qi practitioner, the leader of swordsmanship in the world!

Even Qiu Shenji, a veteran fifth-grade peak qi practitioner in the military sect, was beaten to the point of losing his helmet and armor by her, a "younger girl". He escaped with serious injuries and fell down in rank.
To be continued...