Chapter 798: Scholars pick up the hand [Woman] is not too much (Xie Shuyou 2017…484 The boss of the elder brother

The dome of the main cave, below the lotus stone carvings.

An arc hung high and lonely.

Hanging on the heads of the grottoes.

Time passed by minute by minute, and when the old woman rolled her eyes and said with a smile, she had already set up her sword for ten breaths when she looked at Rong Zhen.

The time for returning home to set up the sword is still increasing.

A cauldron sword gradually controls the field, killing and killing.

After hearing the old woman rolling her eyes and saying the matchmaker, the atmosphere in the whole audience was a little awkward and quiet.

On the high platform, Yi Qianqiu was a little silent, knowing in his heart that Deputy Superintendent Song had to cram the Buddha's feet in a while.

In the morning, they followed Wei Wu to set up a account for the Xunyang Palace. They had not been settled yet and there was a risk of being worn at any time.

Maybe Ouyang Lianghan finished his sword and harvested the candles in the snow, Wei Shaoqi and others' heads, and they also cut their heads. This is the matter of a sword, and then shirked it to Tiannan Jianghu.

It’s just a thief. Like Lin Cheng and Wang Lengran, he said that he was a heroic sacrifice for the Great Buddha.

Wei Wu just now is the lesson of the past.

Deputy Supervisor Song is a judge of the situation, because at present, only the Zhenxian Princess is really safe. She just accidentally injured Ouyang Lianghan. Ouyang Lianghan did not kill anyone with a sword. It is obvious that he has selfish intentions. This bright preference

, no one with a discerning eye can see it.

While the couple had not yet made a clear relationship, Madam Song pushed her hand so directly, pierced the window paper, and at the same time proved her subsequent value. It is probably not difficult to survive.

Anyway, Ouyang Lianghan can do as long as he doesn't destroy the Buddha. He only needs to deal with the thieves in the Tiannan River and Lake. Today, the matters in the Xunyang Grottoes can be smoothed out in the future.

If it weren't for his real shame, and his cousin Yuan Huaimin was present, Yi Qianqiu would also join in, and he would make a statement like Madam Song's "change with the wind".

When Yi Qianqiu had a rough and meticulous mind, the old musician and Lao Yangtou looked a little strange.

They also looked at Rong Yatou.

Wei Shaoqi, Du Shuqing and others in the audience couldn't help but look at each other. Why did they fight? Suddenly someone talked about the media.

Wu Daozi quietly raised his head, looking at the young man in Confucian shirt and the golden Buddha's head, his eyes fell on the golden Kuixing Talisman that appeared from time to time on the golden Buddha's head, and then he narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at a thousand feet away. Someone was crazy about drawing literary energy to spread his sword.

The [arc].

The Fang sisters who understood the general reason today had a slight expression on their faces. The two sisters couldn't help looking at the tall back of the eldest daughter, as if they wanted to ask if they wanted to bring the little master out to save the scene...

As for Yuan Huaimin, he was still a little confused and looked around.

The eyes that came from all around were like scorching sunlight, making Rong Zhen’s whole body hot.

She just felt that there would never be such a shameful moment in her life, and it would be better to be over by the great woman just now.

Ouyang Lianghan, who noticed the head of the Golden Buddha, seemed to follow him and look at him.

The girl in the palace dress still had a beautiful face, but she wanted to find a hole in the ground and never come out to see anyone again.

“Hey.”

Madam Song's eyes were motionless and her ears were red, and she seemed to have no choice but to use this girl, so she sighed and prepared to continue speaking.

Rong Zhen suddenly raised her face and interrupted her little face with a angrily angrily:

"Senior Song, do you want to listen to what you are saying? It's all nonsense..."

The old woman rolled her eyes and shook her head with a smile. The corners of her mouth were bleeding, and she was not seriously injured. She took out a small pill like a sanitizer from her arms and swallowed it. She asked with a smile:

"Princess, if you don't care, why did you tell us not to chase us when Master Ouyang made a misunderstanding with us in the morning? It also said that it was because of the attack of thieves. In fact, the princess was secretly defending him.

"There are also the lotus stone carvings on it. Our name has not been uploaded. Only the princess and his name are on it. The princess has long said that she would give him a souvenir gift. This gift was almost over the other end.

The evil beast was destroyed, and it was also the princess you risked your life to protect...

"There are many similar things, and the old woman needs to continue to say it. Princess, men and women love each other, and there is nothing that cannot be erased. Instead, you will continue to be so cold and proud."

Rong Zhen was so refuted that he could not argue.

In the strange sight of the people around him, his ears were red.

She shook her purple sleeves and bit her silver teeth:

"You...you talk nonsense!"

Madam Song turned around and raised her chins to several female officials in white in Si Tianjian below the stage.

Previously, he was slaughtered by Xue Zhongzhu and Bai Jiao on the one hand. Si Tianjian and the two imperial guards suffered heavy casualties. Now, the last person who gathered around the platform to resist was almost one ten, including the female official in white, the white tiger and the Xuanwu guards.

The soldiers of the Arctics, and the Wei family dead soldiers who were supported by the Forefather Wu.

When Madam Song signaled to the female official in white, Yi Qianqiu, who had been silent behind Rong Zhen, quickly raised his hand and signaled to the remaining White Tiger and Xuanwu Guards in the audience.

The female official in white and the confidant soldier drew their swords, worked with each other, and cut the dead soldiers of Wei around them one by one.

About ten ripples of blood sputtered on the stairs of the platform.

Madam Song was hunched over and wrapped in a white robe. She looked at the hot corpse below. She raised her neck and said sincerely to the young man in Confucian shirt on her head:

"My master, today's affairs, Lao Shi and Commander Yi have something wrong, and they are offended. Wei Wu, a lackey, was so weird that he was almost confused by it. He was dragged into the water. Now the lackey of Wei has been beheaded, which is very satisfying.

...Old son and Commander Yi have also recognized the appearance of Wei, and have abandoned the darkness and turned to the light.

"It is also thanks to the princess who is in good condition. She has not done any confusion and has not hurt the Xunyang Palace during this period. The princess can also testify to this point... I hope the young master will forgive all the previous misunderstandings."

Rong Zhen Yuguang found that Ouyang Lianghan's gaze was withdrawn from her. He stood tall at the Buddha's head, raised his head to sip wine, and said nothing immediately.

Rong Zhen bit her lip tightly, trying to explain a few words, but suddenly she felt her cuffs being pulled.

Looking back, it was Yi Qianqiu standing behind him.

This female general who used to be irritable and rarely showed good looks to others showed some serious pleasing eyes to her at this moment.

Yi Qianqiu turned his head slightly and signaled to the Great Buddha of Donglin.

Madam Song also turned around and gave Rong Zhen a wink in a hurry.

The girl in the palace dress lowered her eyes slightly and pursed her lower lips.

Of course she understood what Deputy Supervisor Song and Commander Yi meant.

Madam Song glanced at the [arc] above the main grotto, pointing to the direction below the stage:

"My little master, these thieves must not be kept. What do you need to do with the princess and old man? And what is easy to commander? Even if you come... By the way, can you put the Buddha's head back first? The sign of the sign that the Buddha has no head is not in the Buddha's head.

Not very good, haha, the young master may not believe in monks, but the saints still believe in them quite. I would rather believe in them than believe in them..."

The old woman rolled her eyes and tried to grin, but she wrinkled her face and rolled her eyes without eyes, and her smile seemed a little creepy.

Maybe she noticed this too, so she curled her smile, squinted her eyes slightly, and said in a hint of pronunciation:

"After dealing with them, the saint's great Buddha was not harmed. In the subsequent situation in Xunyang, the young master is the governor. You have the final say. You will obey your instructions no matter how you report it. You can't escape the first merit. That's good?"

Hearing this almost appeased compromise and pleading, not far from the audience, a blue-clothed culprit hugged his waist tightly and sneered.

Ouyang Rong put down the wine gourd and looked at the old woman with sincere words.

He stepped on the head of the Golden Buddha, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and did not speak immediately.

Below the foot was a big Donglin Buddha sitting upright. He lost the solemn Buddha head of the treasure and pinched the orchid finger alone, with a strange temperament.

Madam Song raised her neck and waited for a long time. The expression on Cang Lao's wrinkled face became stiff. Ouyang Rong still didn't say anything, just looked at her.

The old woman with a young man in Confucian clothes stared at him. For some reason, a chill gradually rose from her cervical vertebrae, and the sky spirit veil was faintly chilling.

She always felt that the smiling young man in Confucian shirt seemed to have seen through her, and the smile on the corner of her mouth seemed to be mocking.

On the other side of the platform, Rong Zhen squatted down and waved his sleeves, put away the broken portable Buddha.

I saw the stunning girl in the palace dress, shook her sleeves and left, walked a few steps down the stage, and then stopped quietly to peek at the young man in Confucian shirt above.

Waiting too.

Madam Song couldn't wait and was about to speak.

Ouyang Rong's curious voice came from above:

"What are you Si Tianjian? Are you a matchmaker?"

Madam Song held back her anger and laughed dryly:

"Ha, Master Ouyang was joking."

Ouyang Rong suddenly turned his head and spoke in the other direction:

"If you don't run, the sword will fall, but it will be too late."

Everyone subconsciously followed Ouyang Rong's gaze and found that he was not speaking to the snow-capped Zhu, Wu Daozi or Wei Shaoqi, as if he was right... Du Shuqing said.

The dull young man had closed his eyes at some point, and a bronze sword was inserted in front of him. Almost as Ouyang Rong spoke, Du Shuqing's face turned pale. The white dragon, which had originally shrunk in place next to him, suddenly raised his head, and his body was once again filled with various spiritual lights.

It seems like a new spiritual tide is coming.

At this moment, the various spiritual energy from various hidden places in the Tiannan River and Lake were injected into its blood-brown body through various Yunmeng Orders.

The white dragon was as clear as a drunk man, with sharp vertical pupils. The dragon's tail swept in place, and a "bang-!" sounded, stirring up a piece of dust.

Dust filled the sky, and everyone was stunned by the scene, blocking their original view. Only the white dragon's bronze body was vaguely seen squirming quickly in it.

On the head of the golden Buddha, the young man in Confucian shirt looked at the scene with a smile.

A blue moon-like [arc] on his head will not fall.

A dragon head suddenly rushed out of the dust on the ground, and the white dragon shot out like an arrow from the string.

However, this arrow did not fly in the air, but parade on the ground. The direction of the white dragon's charge was the Xunyang River not far away.
To be continued...