This time, Rong Zhen did not dodge any gaze. He faced his eyes, ignored the eyes of the people around him, his teeth were as deep as a slim smile:

"My grandmother loves to miss her beautiful ladies and gentlemen. She often misses and says that my father is a true gentleman, not good at speaking, down-to-earth and simple, and never let go of our mother and daughter, just like Longcheng,

It is also a remote small county. She died of illness and went to office. My grandmother said that she had implicated her father, so she never returned to Luoyang until she died. She handed me over to the Luoyang Palace people. She supported her sick body and repaired me for the last time.

When she looked at the bronze mirror yellow, she whispered in my ear, "Cultivate her appearance and see a good man... Three days after I left, she also cultivated her appearance and saw a good man."

Ouyang Rong calmed down, took the mandarin duck jade hairpin with his palm, and looked at Rong Zhen, who was not afraid of life and death and did not regret it.

He didn't say anything, but Rong Zhen knew his meaning.

Rong Zhen tilted his head slightly and pointed his index finger behind him:

"It's all the same, it's been there."

I don’t know whether she refers to the name of the two men who were inscribed on the inscription of the lotus on the dome, or the entire Xunyang Grottoes that were completed without Buddhas.

Perhaps there are both.

Like everyone on the field who began to explain the funeral and settled the regrets one by one, Rong Zhen took the initiative to take a step forward and almost touched Ouyang Rong's arms. His toes were on tiptoe and he was taller, and his little hands were about to touch his Confucian clothes.

Leader... Ouyang Rong suddenly put away the mandarin duck jade hairpin with his backhand, and he said:

"Wait a moment."

Rong Zhen paused on his toes and saw Ouyang Rong suddenly turn around and ask the old musician:

"Are you a sword-holder?"

Listening to this tone, it seemed like I knew it for the first time.

The old musician was stunned for a moment, raised his hand and touched his thin head with sparse white hair, with a look of reminiscence:

"It's been."

Ouyang Rong shook his head and said very seriously:

"No, you are not a sword-holder, nor are you."

Everyone, including the old musician, Wei Shaoqi and Rong Zhen, opened their mouths.

After leaving a word, the young man in Confucian clothes turned around, turned his back to Rong Zhen and others, and continued to move forward.

At this moment, the thunder clouds had arrived, gathered and pressed on the top of the main grotto. It looked like a dark mountain.

Compared to the silver light that can be seen with the naked eye, the thunder has not come yet.

"Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-

In the silence of the whole audience, the young man in Confucian shirt made great strides, patting the wine gourd with his palms, making some rhythmic sounds. Some people suddenly felt that the rhythm was faintly consistent with the heartbeat, and I don’t know if it was an illusion.

He patted the gourd lightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

The sound of the gourd that was beating secretly in line with the sound of heartbeat was like a heavy drum hitting everyone's heart. Everyone on the field looked at the back of the young man in Confucian clothes, unconsciously holding his breath and waiting for the thunder that was like a world-destroying judgment to fall.

!

Ouyang Rong looked calm, first turned his head and looked at the "little transparent" white sturgeon who was following at the foot, then adjusted the eighteen seeds in the palm of his hand, and then opened the bronze scroll.

A peach blossom land is vividly displayed on paper.

Ouyang Rong twisted something out of the painting with two fingers.

A thin and thin phantom.

After three hundred years, the legendary sword master twisted the fingers of [Wan Soldier] and threw it into the sky casually.

A sky-blue sword shadow ascended to the side of [Mingzhu] who had been silent for a long time.

[Masterpiece] is shrouding the clear blue tripod fire.

[Woman Soldier] The sword shadow also covers the sky-blue cauldron fire shadow.

I saw that the two, real and virtual, were like magnets, attracted each other and combined into one.

The sky blue sword energy and the clear blue sword energy are also integrated.

It presents a dreamlike tone, water and sky are the same color.

Smoke cyan.

The smoke-blue cauldron fire was bigger, and even the strong wind in the sky could not shake it. The flames of the cauldron fire seemed to be still.

At this moment, Ouyang Rong stopped slapping gourd, suddenly spoke, asking the audience:

"You know why [Women] is insidious and always hung upside down in the air?" Without waiting for everyone to answer, he asked and answered himself, muttering like a dream: "Because the poor men never point the sword to the common people, only the sword to the sky, and only the sky."

Today, I have been using the sword for a long time, but an arc that has not fallen has fallen.

It does not fall to the earth, but to the sky.

In the pupils of everyone, a picture of [arc] rising into the sky and moving forward bravely was reflected.

Go back.

This time, it is not a sword against the common people on the ground.

The poor man has no hands and has a rainbow hanging down, and he doesn’t ask the people but only asks the world.

Seeing such a shocking scene, someone realized it later. When the young man in the Confucian shirt set up a sword and asked about the sword in the snow, the [arc] seemed to be from the bottom to the top, and this time it was the same.

However, the enemy is no longer the candle in the snow falling from the sky, but the thunder in the sky!

This is the sword of the legendary sword-holder.

Under the thunder clouds.

A blue and blue sword light as thin as a hair collided with the first thunder and lightning falling from the black clouds.

The next moment, the whole world was brightened three times.

The lightning and sword shadows at this moment illuminated the faces looking up in the main grotto.

There were nine times of lightning in a row, filling the entire world.

The nine thunder arcs of the sky were much faster than the thunder of the heavenly roar. They came first and came one by one... Everyone in the audience who witnessed the scene that they could never forget in this life forgot to count the heartbeats, and only felt that the heartbeat was stolen.

When they took pictures, they kept their upward posture and stood in place like a statue.

Seeing the lightning is like watching a silent drama, and hearing the thunder is three minutes late.
Chapter completed!