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Chapter 529: Born to be a craftsman, if there is injustice, he will cry out (please vote for me!)

In the study of Prince Xunyang's Mansion, a long silence passed.

"I am truly ashamed of the Wang family, mother and son, and the people of Xunyang."

Li Xian was silent for a long time and opened his mouth with dry lips.

Ouyang Rong shook his head:

"The reason why I didn't stop the prince from submitting a letter that day was because of his words."

"What are you talking about?" The Prince of Zhou couldn't help but ask.

"If I don't write a letter and talk about it, I won't feel at ease."

Li Xian looked at him blankly.

Ouyang Rong looked calm and said:
"The prince also said at that time that he somewhat understood why I insisted on standing up to oppose it in the first place, even though Lin Cheng represents His Majesty's will, which is just a drop of a feather to shake a tree."

"So even if I sense some risks, I will only advise but not stop the prince or you.

"Those two balls of fire cannot be faked."

"What are you afraid of?"

"Looking now, even causing the Wang family tragedy could not get my grandmother to fire Lin Cheng. It can be seen that the giant Buddha being built in Xingzifang has become Lin Cheng's gold medal to avoid death.

Li Xian and Li Dalang looked at each other.

Ouyang Rong shook his head and said:

"In the past few days since Tanlang didn't come, I have been very afraid..."

Without waiting for everyone with moved expressions to speak, he answered seriously:
"Your Majesty, Dalang, I calmly dissuaded you that day because one of us must stay awake at all times. Just like drinking together and returning drunk, one or two people must be sober and calm, so as not to get drunk. Wrong way.

"This son made the golden body of the Buddha for his grandmother. In turn, he also has a golden body. How to break it now?"

"I'm afraid I'll never see that Tanlang who drinks ice to cool his blood and earns a living for the people."

Not stumped.

"Elder brother, prince, sister Guo'er, what do you think..."

"At least if you ask yourself, you have a clear conscience."

Li Guoer suddenly asked: "Ouyang Lianghan, so you are not as unconcerned about the Wang family's affairs this time as you show?"

Everyone fell into silence, and their hopeful eyes were more or less turned to Ouyang Rong.

Everyone frowned when they heard this.

"Is it possible that what happened to the Wang family this time was a trap set up by Lin Cheng and the Wei family, just to wait for the senior brother to come down and take the bait? However, the abacus was good, but I didn't expect to encounter a motionless, calm person. Right senior brother."

Ouyang Rong nodded and said:
"So I understand, Your Majesty.

Li Guo'er said thoughtfully:

Ouyang Rong didn't answer, his face still had the same calm expression he had always had since he was demoted to Sima, and he pursed his lips tightly.

Li Dalang's tone was choked with sobs: "Tan Lang..."

"Last time, the prince and Dalang were awake and watching, but this time I have to do it."

"So I also know that Prince and Dalang, you have tried your best.

"Maybe they were used, maybe they were guided, but no matter what the hidden meaning is, it still can't change the respect we should have for them.

Soon, it was back to business.

But it's too noisy.

"Sister Xie means that the old lady of the Wang family and the third son Wang Yu were led here? It's not an accident. Is there something fishy in it?"

……

"What about Tanlang? Tanlang was so calm at that time. I thought that Tanlang was disheartened after what happened last time. He thought that Tanlang was also disappointed with us and felt that we did not abide by the original policy of not allowing salary recipients to The promise of freezing the wind and snow.

"Although I don't say thank you, I remember it in my heart."

Everyone fell into thinking.

Li Guo'er and Xie Lingjiang looked at the handsome young man with a serious expression in some trance.

Wei Mei also asked: "It is also possible that the people behind this are not Lin Cheng and Wei, but the Kuangfu Army rebels."

After a while, he stood up and strode away under the eyes of everyone.

Xie Lingjiang suddenly spoke.

Li Xian took a deep breath and asked:

Ouyang Rong was speechless for a long time.

"I don't quite agree with these speculations, at least I don't agree that Mrs. Wang and Wang Yu are subjective."

Ouyang Rong slowly shook his head and said:
"The prince and Dalang did not let me freeze to death in the wind and snow. They intercepted the memorial that day, so they saved me.

Li Guoer frowned and said:

There was silence in the study for a while, and then we got back to business.

Ouyang Rong recently found himself in a very strange state.

The time probably started when he refused to obey the imperial edict in full view of Xunyangdu.

From time to time, he could hear the faint sounds of swords coming from the distance.

This sound is like the tireless chirping of cicadas in summer.

To describe it, it is the kind of buzzing sound that keeps flapping thin wings in people's ears, but it is not dull, and the tone is a little bit crisp.

The sound of the sword is sometimes loud and sometimes quiet.

It depends on the situation.

Like just now in the study room of Prince Xunyang's Mansion, surrounded by worried people, Ouyang Rong felt as if there were ten thousand summer cicadas chirping in his ears...

Ouyang Rong initially suspected that it was the sequelae of Qi refining caused by the third of the Six-Winged Xia Chan's Mortal Transformation Pill that he had swallowed.

But this possibility was quickly ruled out. Why didn't it happen before, but suddenly it happened? I haven't done much recently, and my cultivation progress has been stuck at the eighth level.

And the reason why it is now confirmed to be a sword cry...

Dark clouds covered the moon, Ouyang Rong opened the door and walked into the master bedroom.

At first glance, he saw a curly figure lying on the bed, hugging his knees in a daze. His silver hair was scattered on the vermilion sheets, like white silk spun by spring silkworms.

"Why aren't you sleeping yet?" he asked in an unexpected tone.

"My slave got up at night to urinate. Tan Lang is not here. Come back and lie down... I can't fall asleep." She got out of bed, put on her shoes, and came up to him.

"I have something to do when I go out at night..." Ouyang Rong waved his hand.

"Slave knows."

Ye Weilai took the initiative to interrupt. She stood up, quickly pecked his thin cheek, turned around and trotted back, muttering "I'm sleepy", huddled into the bed, and obediently closed her eyes so as not to disturb him.

"Did you hear it?"

Ouyang Rong took off his coat and asked suddenly.

Ye Weilai opened her blue eyes with confusion: "Ah, what did you hear? Did Tan Lang just say something?"

"never mind."

Ouyang Rong was silent for a while and shook his head.

After putting the little girl to sleep.

He turned back to the closet and opened the door.

A figure of a little girl in Confucian attire is sitting on a long piano box that is kept high in the cabinet. She is holding her chin in both hands and swinging her short legs slightly, feeling drowsy.

"Why are you a night owl?"

Ouyang Rongqi asked, but his eyes looked at the piano case under her butt.

"Wait someone."

"Who are you waiting for?"

"Who did you say you were waiting for!"

Miao Si didn't have good airway. He was originally drowsy, but now he's out of breath.

"Bring it!"

She put on a stern face, showed no emotion, and stretched out her hand to ask for it.

"What to take?" Ouyang Rong was confused.

Without saying anything, Miao Si lowered his head and went through the small purse in his sleeve to take out the evidence of the IOU.

"Hey, no matter how you walk at night, you can still pick up a few high-quality Han Lei ink ingots. Let's see if they are yours. Be careful next time and don't drop them again."

Ouyang Rong suddenly nodded, took out seven Han Lei ingots from Prince Xunyang's Mansion from his sleeve with a smile, and handed them to her.

"That's about it! Hehe."

Little Mo was munching on his midnight snack delicately. He glanced over and saw that Ouyang Rong was intently watching the food while he moved his buttocks, turned around 180 degrees, turned his back to him, and continued to eat Mo.

Ouyang Rong waited silently. Worried about arousing the suspicion of Rong Zhen and his men, Ouyang Rong and others were reluctant to purchase Hanlei ingots with great fanfare.

Prince Xunyang's Mansion and Junior Sister also purchase them regularly according to their needs.

So sometimes, Ouyang Rong didn't owe Miao Si Mo ingots intentionally, but simply couldn't get so many Han Lei ink ingots to feed her.

After a while, Miao Si burped.

Ouyang Rong saw her take out a stack of small notes from her sleeve. The top pieces of the stack of notes were his handwriting, with words such as "God Bless the First Year" and the date when the ink was due written on it.

Miao Si turned sideways to hide from his sight, walked to the side, lowered her head, wrenched her fingers, pulled out two IOUs and tore them off.

I don’t know who the other IOUs below belong to, and where did such an IOU come from.

Ouyang Rong vaguely saw the words "Yixi First Year" on one of the IOUs below. This was not the year name used by Da Qian and Da Zhou.

Putting away this stack of small IOUs that were as old as old wine, Mo Jing, who loved to keep accounts and hold grudges, patted Bai Shengsheng's little hand, turned around, glanced at Ouyang Rong who had withdrawn his gaze, hummed, and reluctantly gave him a compliment. :
"You didn't raise a young Rongzi in vain. He is the most filial boy there is."

After saying that, the little girl in Confucian attire lowered her head and glanced at the piano case under her butt.

"Ouyang Lianghan, is there some movement here?"

She changed from sitting to lying on the piano case, crossed her legs, propped her chin on her hands, and looked curious.

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips: "Did you hear that?"

"What did you hear? My ears didn't hear."

The little girl who was naturally weird shook her head, gently tapped her chin with her index finger and said:
"It's a feeling. It always feels weird, something is wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know. This is your sword. You can worry about it yourself. However, I would like to remind you that every movement of the Mythical Cauldron Sword is not without purpose and requires special attention."

Ouyang Rong squinted his eyes, and after a while, he sent this little ink spirit with a strong sixth sense to sleep.

After closing the wardrobe, Ouyang Rong came to the study with the sword box in his arms.

Sit down in the dark.

He opened the sword case.

Use two fingers to twist an [arc] out of it.

A clear blue halo flows through the fingertips like water.

A curved surface, as thin as cicada wings.

Dreamy.

At this moment, [Arc] is trembling slightly in the air.

The sound of the sword ringing in Ouyang Rong's ears suddenly became louder.

That's right.

But Ouyang Rong didn't understand why.

And there was a strange thing. When he calmed down, the more agitated the people around him were, the louder the sound of swords sounded in his ears.

If he participated in some leisure and entertainment poetry gatherings, his ears would be much quieter, and there would even be no sound of swords.

But if we were in the teahouse that day, or the study of Prince Xunyang's Mansion just now.

Li Xian, Junior Sister and others surrounded him with mixed emotions, and the sound of swords in his ears became louder.

Especially after the Wang family mother and son incident.

Ouyang Rong got along with them, even if he was far away from the sword box.

Far away in the palace, the sound of swords is still ringing in my ears.

It seemed like it had a lot to say.

Ouyang Rong always felt that something was about to come out in the sound of swords.

But it’s not at the point where it’s completely out and ripe for implementation.

This was also one of the reasons why Ouyang Rong rarely went to Xunyang Palace during these days. He arrived late and left early in the Jiangzhou lobby, indulged in poetry gatherings, and stayed away from official duties and people as much as possible.

It was too noisy and he wanted to be alone.

And a person with the sound of cicadas in his ears can calm down more and observe the joys and sorrows of the outside world.

Under the moonlight, Ouyang Rong turned on the lamp and looked at the sword, silently listening to the cicada, murmuring:
"Did you feel that 'qi', so you are not satisfied? You want to speak..."

But, how can one speak with a tripod sword?
Ouyang Rong said to himself at a certain moment:

"Sword Technique...Sword Technique..."

In a sense, the sword art of Dingjian is its "spoken words".

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips and came to his senses in a moment.

After taking a look at the sky, he first went to the Merit Tower.

I saw that the merit above the little wooden fish was still more than 8,000, not much higher.

Ouyang Rong left the Merit Tower and put away the [Craftsman's Works] that he had accumulated for several days.

"Golden body..."

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips as if he was remembering the difficult problem raised by Li Guo'er not long ago.

After being promoted to the eighth level, the capacity of his Dantian expanded and his spiritual energy became refined.

Facing the same seventh-level enemy as in the past, the returning sword's time has been shortened by three breaths to only twelve breaths...and if it takes fifteen breaths, it can break the body-protecting Qi of a sixth-level Qi Refiner. Endangering life.

Therefore, when facing Lin Cheng alone, Ouyang Rongbu's sword can break through his sixth-level infuriating energy and kill him straight away.

However, Lin Cheng was cunning and it was difficult to give him a chance to deploy his sword. Moreover, Lin Cheng would not fight Ouyang Rong alone, and he would definitely try to sway him.

Rong Zhen would help him when she couldn't help it. After all, in her eyes, the owner of Dielianhua was a common enemy.

But there was one thing: his Dantian spiritual energy was seriously lacking.

Because I have been stuck in the early stage of the eighth grade.

This was due to the lack of a complete sword technique. Now he only roughly understood the true meaning of the craftsman's work and could not summarize the complete sword technique. As for the other new sword techniques, there are currently no clues to look for.

So I stopped at the first stage of the eighth grade.

Even with the sword technique, for the improvement of spiritual energy cultivation, it is still necessary to imitate the alchemist Taoist lineage of the Jade Lady Fairy, arrange a weird sacrificial ceremony, collect mythological spiritual energy and heaven and earth spiritual energy, and attack these Qi refining levels.

Sword techniques and rituals, two hard conditions, have blocked his current cultivation level, making the spiritual energy of his Dantian improve at a rapid pace.

So far, with all the calculations, the Dantian in the first stage of the eighth level, without using the merit purple mist, and the sword is full of fifteen breaths, can only kill a sixth level qi practitioner.

As for the magical power of [The Craftsman's Cauldron Sword], it originates from emptiness.

This is not Dagushan. The only thing that can be mobilized to the greatest extent is one's own poetic style, but it is of little use.

Because one's own literary style has a weakness, each poem is outside the body, and it is very slow to communicate and mobilize them. It takes time to apply the literary style one by one.

As for Bu Jian, the most urgent thing is time.

It is best to have fifteen consecutive breaths, so Dantian spiritual energy and merit purple energy are the most convenient fuels for the tripod sword.

Back in the old courtyard of Huang Xuan's house, the reason why he was able to kill Yan Zhang and others with pieces of Wenqi Red Leaves was precisely because they were all in the Chixiayue Formation and could not withdraw from the formation for a while, and there was no spiritual energy to stop them. He holds a big killer weapon...

Literary energy is similar to one's own unsatisfactory energy. It is only suitable for the last straw when everything is exhausted.

Finally, there is one more question.

Lin Cheng's "golden body" is not only his physical defense and help from his accomplices, but also the grace and tolerance of the Empress of Zhou.

The latter is the hardest to break...

[Craftsman's work] has been returned to the box.

There was silence in the dark study room.

The young man at the table rested his chin on his hand, seemingly listening to the cicadas silently.

The next day.

Ouyang Rong came to Jiangzhou lobby.

It's not hot yet.

"Ouyang Lianghan, come out for a moment."

A cold and cold figure of a girl in palace clothes suddenly arrived and called him out.

Ouyang Rong glanced at this woman, Rong Zhen, with a straight face, and a hint of indescribable melancholy under her eyes.

He followed out silently.

"have you eaten?"

"Eat...didn't eat."

"Let's go get something to eat, the same old place."

"it is good."

The two of them walked out one after another without any nonsense.

(End of this chapter)