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Chapter 366 Please die
Under Meng Shouguang's curious gaze, Ouyang Rong walked over to get the piano case.

"Mr. Ouyang likes piano art?"

Ouyang Rong smiled and didn't answer.

Meng Shouguang saw him slowly fetching an ancient piano case.

Meng Shouguang frowned slightly, turned away his attention, and looked at the dark blue sky outside the door, his eyes a little worried.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Ouyang, why don't we leave the city quickly? It's almost dawn, and we can wait until we're in a safe place to reward treasures and musical instruments."

He suggested seriously to Li Xian and Ouyang Rong.

The flower hall was quiet, no one answered him.

Meng Shouguang looked around, and suddenly found that the princes, princesses, princes, young princesses, and the noble daughter of the Xie family all turned their heads and looked at Ouyang Lianghan.
They all stared at each other, and no one paid heed to his suggestion.

The only sound left on the field was his voice.

The atmosphere was deserted. Meng Shouguang looked a little embarrassed and scratched his head:

"Your Majesty, everyone, what's going on? Why are you silent? Could it be that I said something wrong..."

"General Meng."

Ouyang Rong suddenly spoke.

He was untangling the complicated mechanism of the piano case with ease and said casually:
"You are proficient in Qi refining. Have you ever heard of a type of Qi practitioner who is as brittle as glass but extremely lethal?"

Meng Shouguang looked thoughtful:

"Mr. Ouyang said... it's the legendary sword holder Juepai."

He nodded seriously:
“The one who meets the conditions mentioned by sir should be this one.

"But I have never seen that there are fewer qi practitioners in the world who are able to wield the sword's unique pulse than the divine beings from China who see the dragon but never see its end.

"The main reason is that the tripod sword is hard to find. There are only a handful of tripod swords left in the world. If the person holding the sword does not have the tripod sword, he will be like a carp without water and a bird without wings. Not to mention it will be as brittle as glass, and its killing power will be minimal. Just letting others slaughter..."

"is it this one?"

Meng Shouguang frowned when his words were interrupted, but in the next moment, his eyes widened like bells as he watched someone in front of him twist out an arc of light from the piano case with two fingers, and handed it over casually, signaling his appreciation. .

The arc light is deep blue and clear, like the ripples of lake water that are ruffled by the breeze and reflect the blue sky.

Meng Shouguang has never seen such a mythical thing. The color is like a dream, and it actually comes from a piano case that was ordinary not long ago.

"Mr. Ouyang, is this... the legendary tripod sword!?"

"uh-huh."

Ouyang Rong looked at him with a smile, noncommittal, and kept his posture of twirling his fingers to hand "Arc" unchanged.

Meng Shouguang swallowed, wiped his hands on his robe, and reached out to take it.

The next moment, I saw this arc of light, twisting left and right, breaking free from Ouyang Rong's fingers and flying upward.

It stopped in the air.

Hanging quietly three feet above Ouyang Rong and Meng Shou's bald heads.

Meng Shouguang looked up and looked at it with a dazed expression. The next moment he reacted, he asked in shock:

"Wait a minute, is Mr. Ouyang the sword holder?"

"That's right, well, I still haven't escaped the eyes of General Meng."

"Mr. Ouyang was joking. Such a legendary thing has come out, and the words have come to this. How could you not guess..."

Meng Shouguang looked at Ouyang Rong with even more respect:
"I haven't asked yet, what level of swordsman is Mr. Ouyang?"

"It's not high, just ninth grade." Ouyang Rong said with a smile.

Meng Shouguang said calmly:

"It's already a genius..." He asked again: "I haven't asked its real name yet, which one in the legend it is from."

"Bend."

"Why haven't you heard of it? Could it be that I am ignorant?" Meng Shouguang looked puzzled. Until now, he no longer urged him to leave. He paused and asked cautiously:
"Mr. Ouyang, can you tell me which sword technique you have learned?"

Xie Lingjiang, Li Xian and others looked sideways and found that Ouyang Rong was very patient:

"Come back and say goodbye, the sword technique of the former Hanshi."

"Hanshi Sword Technique? I have heard of this. It is rumored that every sword technique is a magical power of the tripod sword and a unique skill in killing people."

"Yes."

"Mr. Ouyang, too?"

Ouyang Rong nodded and confessed:
"Well, Han Shi's magical power of the tripod sword is called Gui Qu Lai Xi, and he needs a cloth sword."

Meng Shouguang said happily:

"It's okay now. We have two seventh-grade Qi practitioners and one almost seventh-grade legendary sword holder. We will ensure safety when we leave the city this time."

"Makes sense."

Ouyang Rong agreed. He answered everything he knew and was frank, which moved Meng Shouguang a little:

"Mr. Ouyang, Your Majesty, I didn't expect you to trust me so much."

"It's okay, we're all on our own, and we'll be on our way soon."

Ouyang Rong smiled, and Li Xian next to him nodded with all his strength and smiled at Meng Shouguang.

Meng Shouguang was inspired and stood up immediately:
"Okay, okay, let's go quickly, it's getting dark."

Ouyang Rong sat on the chair, motionless:

"okay."

Seeing him motionless, Meng Shouguang was puzzled:

"Mr. Ouyang? Your Majesty? Why don't you guys move?"

"Wait, there are still three breaths left." Ouyang Rong did not treat him as an outsider at all.

"What three breaths." Meng Shouguang's eyes were confused: "Mr. Ouyang, why can't I understand what you are saying..."

Ouyang Rong had no choice but to say, "Don't argue now, I'm laying out the sword."

"Bu sword? Bu... what kind of sword is cloth..."

The air in the flower hall fell into a deathly silence.

Meng Shouguang froze.

Li Xian and Li Dalang averted their eyes, unable to bear to see them.

Wei Mei looked a little indignant.

Xie Lingjiang and Li Baoer cast their cold eyes at the dumbfounded long-armed man directly below the suspended arc of light.

Ouyang Rong had a smile on his lips. He was obviously a seventh-level martial artist in front of him, but he was very considerate and waited for fifteen breaths, giving him the same treatment as Qiu Shenji's sixth-level Qi practitioner.

"why!"

The long-armed man suddenly shouted loudly, his tone full of surprise and confusion.

It's a pity that everyone answered him with deathly silence and... bowed down.

Meng Shouguang rushed towards the smiling young man in front of him, creating a phantom at a high speed, but was cut off by an arc.

Literal truncation.

Flaw——!
A slightly muffled sound sounded in the flower hall, giving a sense of isolation.

To Ouyang Rong's ears, it was like the sound of scissors cutting leather and other tough objects - both the resistance caused by the toughness of the material itself, and the extremely sharp scissors that cut it cleanly and quickly.

The long-armed man was broken into four parts.

Upper body, lower body, left forearm, half of right palm.

Obviously, it was cut off in the middle by this dark blue arc light.

Ouyang Rong remained sitting upright, looking down at Sifenmeng Shouguang, who was twitching and struggling on the ground.

The air was filled with the smell of blood and intestines and other organs. Li Dalang's face turned pale, and he suddenly covered his mouth and vomited. Apart from him, Xie Lingjiang, Li Guo'er, Li Xian, and Wei Mei endured physical discomfort. , gathered around.

Xie Lingjiang silently picked up the piano case.

"Arc" spins in the air, like a victorious little hen, and then returns to the half-open piano case in Xie Lingjiang's arms.

From the cloth of the sword to the folding of the waist, the craftsmanship is clean and neat, without any sloppiness.

And there was no blood splashing out. Only after the prey was divided into four parts, dark red blood overflowed from the wound section.

"General Meng, come here, let's have a heart-to-heart chat." Ouyang Rong nodded towards the upper body that was still struggling in the "Four Meng Shouguang", and pointed his index finger in the direction of the door:

"Is there someone outside who has been waiting for the prince, the prince, and me for a long time? Once we leave the palace and leave the city, there will be a lot of fireworks and firecrackers to give us a warm welcome?"

"Ho...ho..."

Meng Shouguang coughed violently with blood in his mouth, and his intestines and organs flowed all over the floor. He did not answer Ouyang Rong's question. He was "taking out his heart and lungs" for everyone. He crawled desperately towards the gate with his upper body, his face full of ferociousness:
"Ouyang Lianghan, you... you are despicable and shameless, you dare to plot against me, you shameless villain! Didn't we just come face to face... I will not let you go even if you are a ghost..."

Li Guo'er looked on with cold eyes and sneered:

"My father was kind enough to promote you. If Ouyang Lianghan hadn't been there today, I would have been deceived by you, a 'loyal and good man'. Is this how you repay my father?"

Meng Shouguang jerked his upper body, turned around and shouted at Li Xian:
"It was me who saved your life in the beginning, but the so-called favor for promotion later. After sitting on the bench for so many years, I have already paid off all of it. Now you are giving me your life back, what's wrong!"

Li Dalang, who had been vomiting, suddenly stepped forward. He picked up a stool and slammed it on the twisted and bloody face of "Uncle Meng", once, twice, three times, like a hammer hitting a wooden stake. .

Facing this old general's "repayment", Li Xian stood blankly with a sad expression on his face.

Not long ago, Meng Shouguang, who was a tough seventh-level martial artist, was hit by Li Dalang, who had no strength to restrain a chicken. His face was bloody and bloody. He had been bent down and had his Dantian destroyed. He was wailing, unable to resist, and gradually died.

Everyone looked sideways at the figure that was hitting people crazily.

Clang.

The stool slipped from Li Dalang's hand, and he fell to the ground in a pool of blood, his expression dull, and he immediately started vomiting again.

Ouyang Rong got up and walked away.

"Auntie, take Da Lang down to calm down."

He took out a small wooden tube from his arms, tilted the tube, and poured the thin stream of sky-burning dragon oil onto Meng Shouguang's body, tables, chairs, and tea trays.

The amount of Burning Sky Dragon Oil I carry with me is not large enough to completely destroy the body, but a large fire is enough.

Ouyang Rong walked over, took out a lamp, and handed it to Li Xian:

"The prince is waiting for me here. From now on, no one is allowed to leave the house until I come back."

"it is good."

Ouyang Rong asked Wei Mei again: "Do you still have the medicine for pretending to be sick that you went to Zaoge Mountain to ask for?"

"There is one left, hidden in the master bedroom."

"Fetched."

"it is good."

After making arrangements, Ouyang Rong walked out of the flower hall, followed by Li Guo'er and Xie Lingjiang.

After a while, the door of a certain living room opened from the outside.

"Brother Lianghan! Your Royal Highness, Miss Xie, what are you..."

Wang Junzhi turned his head and looked curiously at the group of people who came late at night.

Li Guo'er followed behind, and Xie Lingjiang held a piano case.

Ouyang Rong walked over and sat down in front of Wang Junzhi, staring at him without speaking.

"What happened outside just now?"

Ouyang Rong didn't answer.

Li Bao'er walked over and picked up a raw pear from the fruit plate. She took out a letter sword from her sleeve, lowered her head and peeled it carefully.

Among the three people who came in, one sat silently, one held the harp, and the other peeled pears.

Wang Junzhi felt something was wrong in the atmosphere and wanted to speak.

At this time, Xie Lingjiang stepped forward and stretched out his hand towards Wang Junzhi.

The latter reacted and immediately handed back a moonlight sword that might make him commit suicide.

Wang Junzhi breathed a sigh of relief.

Li Guoer suddenly raised his head and handed Wang Junzhi a peeled pear with a smile on his pretty face.

Wang Junzhi was flattered: "Thank you, Your Highness."

Xie Lingjiang took a look. When discussing matters in the study, she would always peel pears and hand them to the senior brother to eat. It had almost become a habit. Li Guo'er had never taken the initiative to peel pears for others.

Wang Junzhi smiled faintly and waved the plump pear in his hand:

"It seems that the prince and brother Lianghan have already made a choice."

"Smart." Ouyang Rong nodded.

Wang Junzhi, an old germaphobe, wiped the pear with a handkerchief. Before he could take a bite, Ouyang Rong suddenly asked:

"Brother Wang went to Yuan Huaimin to inquire about Laixi Ci and Peach Blossom Spring. What's the matter?"

Wang Junzhi's expression remained unchanged: "I admire Tao Qian, it's just out of interest."

"I know my farewell when I return, do you want me to recite it to you?"

Ouyang Rong asked with a smile.

Wang Junzhi was stunned: "You..."

Ouyang Rong interrupted: "Looking for sword tactics, so does Mr. Li have a tripod sword? Or a clue."

Wang Junzhi's expression remained unchanged: "What sword tactics and cauldron sword, I don't understand."

The next moment, he saw the piano box in Xie Lingjiang's arms open with a clang, and an "arc" was suspended in front of Ouyang Rong, exuding a mythical color.

"What a coincidence, I also have this thing." Ouyang Rong smiled sheepishly.

Wang Junzhi's expression suddenly became extremely exciting: "You...you are also the sword holder!"

"So, Brother Wang, among the four of you, Mr. Li Gong, Mr. Wei, and Brother Du, who is still the sword holder?"

Wang Junzhi didn't answer, swallowed his saliva, and couldn't help but say more:

"Mr. Li Gong and Mr. Wei didn't expect that you were the sword holder and that you actually had an unheard-of tripod sword...

"Brother Lianghan, the power of the tripod sword is too difficult for a single sword wielder to improve his cultivation and fully exert its power. We know how to use it to the maximum extent. Join us. If you join, you will be more than just a left leader. Shi’s position, if we unite, great things can be accomplished!”

"Unite? What big thing can we do together?"

"Naturally overthrow the violent guards."

"Then what?" he asked calmly.

"Then Kuang Fu Li Qian!"

"It's still the same as that of emperors, generals and ministers, right? There's nothing new."

Ouyang Rong's eyes were slightly disappointed. He stood up and walked to the door. He turned back and said:

"Uncle Li asked me to open the door and let you out, but uncle has a small request. Can Brother Wang satisfy it?"

Wang Junzhi smiled: "Brother Lianghan, please speak."

"Please die."

Ouyang Rong said softly, with an apology on his face: "Let the body go out."

Wang Junzhi's smile was stiff and his expression changed suddenly.

Puff-!
A letter sword was thrust into his stomach.

"Uh... uh..." Wang Junzhi tried his best to wipe away the gushing blood with a white handkerchief, and asked Li Guo'er with wide eyes: "Your Highness, why... why..."

What responded to him was three consecutive blows, puff, puff. Wang Junzhi fell down like mud, curled up in pain, and slowly closed his eyes.

The pear rolled to the floor, stained with bright red abdominal blood.

Li Guo'er's pretty face was calm, she bent down to pick up the blood pear, stretched out one hand and handed it to Ouyang Rong.

Ouyang Rong glanced at her sideways, and then at the pear flesh tightly grasped in the blood-stained hand in front of him.

Sensing his gaze, Li Bao'er pursed her lower lip. Surprisingly, she didn't have any arrogance about whether she liked to eat or not. She bent down and wiped her hands with the hem of her skirt. She cut off half of the bloody pear with her sword and handed it over again.

Ouyang Rong silently took half of the clean pear, took a bite of the pear meat, and strode out, followed by Li Bao'er and Xie Lingjiang.

"Looking at it now, the possibility you mentioned is very possible."

Li Guo'er's voice suddenly came from behind, analyzing calmly:
"If General Qin is not exposed, but knows exactly what is going on outside now, then the best choice is indeed to keep the Begonia flower unchanged and let us do nothing in the palace, rather than changing it to azalea flower, which leads to random guessing. "

"What a golden sword plan."

Ouyang Rong smiled:
"Let's go and meet them. Don't keep the Governor Wang and the Sixth Grade Palace Men waiting for a long time."

(End of this chapter)