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Chapter 565: Marry first, fall in love later, Ding Jian, the moon falls in the lake and leaves the mute girl! [Please give me a monthly ticket! ]

After the birth of the twin sword techniques of light and darkness, the bond between [Craftsman] and Ouyang Rong became even deeper.

At first, Ouyang Rong was not a man of great spirit.

But according to the old swordsmith at the Gu Yue Sword Shop, the "qi" on his body is special, and [Craftsman] is greedy for his strange "qi".

Later, the man and the sword came together by accident, which was quite a tricky thing.

But they didn't like each other.

Ouyang Rong disliked the little guy's love of telling tales, so he repeatedly informed his junior sister about the incident and teamed up with Miao Si to commit treason.

In particular, he is too spiritual and has too much subjective initiative. He once accidentally stole Rong Zhen's purple bellyband, as well as the beloved sword "Zhi Shuang" of the eldest lady of Yunmeng, which seriously damaged the reputation of the sword master.

Anyway, they are disorganized and undisciplined, and are not "loyal" or honest to the Sword Master.

The little guy didn't like him, and locked him up in a small dark room every day, stuffed him under the seat, and took him out for a stroll every day in his Gouba carriage. I don't know what to stroll about. You can't fly, so you won't let this Dingjian fly? Sometimes you should look for your own reasons. Has your cultivation level increased over the years? Have you practiced seriously?

Moreover, he met a group of clowns like Wei Shaoqi, Lin Cheng, Wang Lengran, etc., who were still hesitating and just wanted to play around without drawing their swords.

Anyway, before this, the relationship between the two was similar to an arranged marriage. They just had to get along with each other. What if they got divorced?
If you marry a chicken, follow the chicken; if you marry a dog, follow the dog.

However, ever since Ouyang Rong first created two sword techniques, one light and one dark, and had a great killing spree at the foot of the Giant Buddha at Xingzi Lake, which caused a fire to appear... the legendary "Ding Fire" was born.

【Craftsmanship】Suddenly became clingy.

It’s no longer like before, when you didn’t come to see me and I ignored you.

Instead, it was the buzzing sound in Ouyang Rong's ears every day.

It's like the goddess girlfriend who was aloof and independent at first and whom you barely managed to pursue, but now starts calling you every day to check on you, and even sends a video in the middle of the night out of jealousy to check on the pillow and bathroom next to you... She has become a clingy little cat, obsessed with you, pestering you, and worrying about losing you.

"The Young Master's Sickly Little Dingjian: Marry Me First, Then Love Him, It's So Sweet" right?
The corner of Ouyang Rong's mouth twitched.

However, this is very appropriate to describe the changes in [craftsmanship].

The new sword technique, and the birth of the Ding Fire that accompanies it, make the bond between the Ding Sword and the sword master even deeper.

In the past, with one man and one sword so far apart and out of the sword-controlling range, it would not be possible to sense the "buzzing" sound in Ouyang Rong's ears like tonight. But now it is possible. I don't know if the distance limit has been relaxed or it has been improved to ignore distance and space.

Wow, what does a legendary swordsman mean... Ouyang Rong couldn't help but lean back slightly.

But what is this sense of déjà vu that makes Ding Jian fall into evil?

shook his head.

Ouyang Rong quietly changed into a moon-white Confucian robe, and picked up an ice-white jade hairpin to tie up his loose black hair.

The weather is nice tonight, dark and windy.

After covering the little white-haired girl who loved to kick the quilt, Ouyang Rong touched her forehead with bangs, turned around in the dark and went to the closet.

He opened the wardrobe, glanced at the top shelf, and then, passing his hand over the sleeping little Mo Jing Miao Si, Ouyang Rong pulled out the long musical instrument case.

In the process of pulling out the violin case, it bumped into other precious belongings collected by Miaosi in the cabinet - some bottles and jars, and a pile of goose feathers plucked from Jingyi Courtyard.

"Mmm... Ouyang Lianghan, what are you doing? Why are you not sleeping in the middle of the night..."

The palm-sized little Mo Jing rubbed his sleepy eyes, propped up his upper body, and looked around in a daze.

"Why are you going out? You're dressed so handsomely... Well, it seems to be the Lantern Festival. It's so late at night. Which young lady are you meeting secretly with?"

Pushing away her suspicious little face, Ouyang Rong picked up the violin case, patted his butt and left.

"Sorry, I was just dressing casually. It wasn't a private meeting. I'm sorry to disappoint you."

"How shameless."

The little ink spirit fell down again, turned over, half-lying on the manuscript of the poem "On Chrysanthemums", and continued to sleep soundly.

Before Ouyang Rong left, he glanced at the original manuscript of the poem beneath her.

The sword techniques written by the sword wielder himself all contain the true meaning of the sword techniques and the sword wielder's own understanding.

It is of great help to subsequent sword holders, no less than personal instruction.

Similar to the mural on the wall of the Pure Land Palace, Master Zhong Ma used an unknown Ding sword to engrave the "Returning" sword technique of the Hanshi.

Ouyang Rong was able to comprehend the Hanshi Sword Technique so quickly at that time, not only because he had memorized it by heart in advance, but also because of the true meaning of the Ding Sword that Master Zhong Ma left on the wall between the lines.

Otherwise, if you can only recite it without thinking about it, you will not be able to comprehend the sword tactics. Just like the "Returning to the Land" that Ouyang Rong gave to Li Guoer as a birthday gift, when Ouyang Rong wrote it, he had not yet become a swordsman, so it was naturally just an ordinary poem.

But this draft of the poem "On Chrysanthemums" is different. It contains the true meaning of the craftsmanship, although it is half incomplete and not quite complete.

By the way, there is his literary aura on it. Miaosi also said that she likes it very much and that it has top-quality literary aura, which is very rare. Now the little girl even holds it in her arms when she sleeps and can’t let it go.

For something like this that could not be seen in public for the time being, Ouyang Rong's first thought was not to destroy it.

Keep it quietly.

Use the words that the junior sister said that day when she took his arm and strode forward after listening to him.

The eldest senior brother has a broad mind, a big vision and great courage... although Ouyang Rong still insists that the younger junior sister has a bigger mind.

But this is more like... some kind of tacit inheritance between sword wielders.

Back then, Master Zhong Ma was trapped in an underground palace, with the ground drawn as his prison. The only thing he wanted to do before he died was to leave behind the "Hanshi Sword Art".

Perhaps at that time, as he sat on the lotus platform in the thick black smoke that was choking and suffocating, he just wanted to leave the sword skills to the younger generations who would rebuild Donglin Temple in the ruins in the future, leaving a legacy for the sect.

However, he actually saved Ouyang Rong's life, who accidentally entered the underground palace decades later, and helped him change his fate at the most critical moment.

Looking back further, three hundred years ago, Tao Yuanming, the legendary swordsman of Hanshi, served as a county magistrate in Longcheng for only 81 days. He refused to bow to the temptation of money and resigned. Before retiring to the mountains, he specially gave the Hanshi sword technique to his friend, a high monk who was the abbot of Donglin Temple at the time.

People who have renounced the world have the desire to enter it. Whether it is intentional or unintentional is not the question for now.

But the inheritance of sword techniques of Donglin Temple started from here.

All gone.

Today, Ouyang Rong has the same attitude.

After sorting out the context, he realized something.

The reason why the legendary swordsman is the legendary swordsman is not because he created the sword tactics for Dingjian, but because...

He left behind his sword skills.

That's right, stay.

In history, there definitely existed a selfish swordsman who was extremely talented and created a sword technique, but kept it to himself until his death. But history will not remember his name.

Even if he left his name temporarily, in the eyes of future sword-wielders, he would be no different from a nameless person, and his Tao would no longer exist.

Because there is more than one legendary swordsman who can wield the Ding Sword. As long as the Ding Sword exists, there will always be other talented successors who will summarize new sword techniques.

But this is a difficult task after all, and it is something you have to do. It is similar to a leader who cuts through the mountains to open a path. Someone must hold an axe to clear the way and stride forward. If you stop or occupy this road, someone will surpass you, open up a new path, and lead the way for future generations.

And if, there is a sword technique left behind, which opens up the height of the sword wielder's Juemai and pushes the end of Juemai back a certain distance, the sword wielders of later generations will naturally follow the path you have opened up and stand on your shoulders, instead of finding another way.

At this point, you will be a true legendary swordsman, and your name will become known to all swordsmen of later generations.

Just like now, Ouyang Rong went to look for traces of things left by Tao Yuanming.

To some extent, this is the true way of inheritance of the Sword Wielder's mythical lineage.

It also benefits from the fact that there are very few Sword Holders. Theoretically, there can only be nine Sword Holders in the same era. The interval between the births of each generation of Sword Holders is long, and the intensity of competition between them is extremely low. The benefits brought by tacit cooperation are far greater than those brought by selfish monopoly.

Because of the dispute over the tripod, no family, no surname, and even no clan or dynasty could monopolize the mythical tripod sword and the sword wielder for long.

The Ding and the Sword are psychic. From their perspective, all mortals, from kings and generals to peddlers and porters, are greedy for their mythical power. Most of the people they encounter are ambitious people who just want to borrow and ask for things from them.

Only the legendary Sword Wielder is a true altruist, and is carving out the upper limit of the Sword Wielder's mythical vein!
To establish merit, virtue and words, what is established is the merit of opening up the blocked meridians, what is established is the virtue of selfless inheritance, and what is established is the words of passing down the sword techniques from generation to generation.

It is no wonder that [Jiangzuo] got married first and fell in love later. He changed his previous cold attitude and became obsessed with Ouyang Rong, his former cheap sword master.

She is waiting anxiously at the bottom of the lake, like a husband-waiting rock, for the arrival of some dead ghost.

If it were in the past, [Craftsman] would lie at the bottom of the lake, motionless, and ignore Ouyang Rong. If he forgot about it, then forget about it. At most, he would sleep for a hundred years and send off a certain most useless sword master. After all, when he came out in the future, he would still be a little sweetie and be wanted by others...

It's a pity that I can't go back.

Ouyang Rong did not sneak out, but got on a long-awaited carriage at the back door.

Ali received instructions from the young master during the day, so he fed the horse and waited at the back door late at night.

Ouyang Rong went out in a car openly.

There is no curfew in the city tonight because it is a special day.

He drew aside the curtains and glanced at the sky in the distance.

In the direction of Xiushuifang, there were fireworks blooming, which were the fireworks set off in advance by wealthy families.

It has just passed midnight, which is past twelve o'clock, and now it is the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the Lantern Festival.

During the Zhou Dynasty, there were three days of holiday for the Lantern Festival, from the 14th to the 16th day of the first lunar month. The curfew would also be lifted on these nights, allowing people to go out at night to enjoy the lanterns and have fun, which was called "releasing the night."

Although it is still the fourteenth day of the first lunar month before midnight, the curfew has been lifted early on the night of the fourteenth.

So Ouyang Rong chose to go ahead with his life in an upright manner, and he had very good reasons for doing so.

"Brother Huaimin should not be asleep yet..."

Ouyang Rong looked a little embarrassed.

The Chengtian Temple was not completely demolished, only half of it was demolished to make way for the Xingzifang Buddha statue.

With Xingzi Lake as the boundary, the west bank of the lake is the Xingzifang construction site, and the north bank is the remaining Chengtian Temple buildings.

Yuan Huaimin still lives in this temple. He said that he has gotten used to it and doesn't want to move around often.

Because he was unexpectedly promoted to the position of Chief Officer of Jiangzhou, the old abbot and all the disciples of Chengtian Temple were very polite to him. They did not even chase him away like they did other poor scholars, which was really sad.

Since everyone said that Lianghan had not slept yet, it was normal for him to go out with friends to drink and play the piano late at night, right?

Even if the female officials of the Supervisory Council found out, it wouldn't matter, right? After all, thanks to Brother Huaimin, now the people of the world may know that Jiangzhou Sima Ouyang Lianghan stayed up late at night and liked to go to Chengtian Temple to fool around with someone.

Ouyang Rong held the violin case in his arms and nodded expressionlessly.

……

Although there is no moon tonight, there are quite a few fireworks in Xunyang City, mainly concentrated in Xiushuifang, where the rich and powerful live, and secondly in Xunyangfang.

As soon as midnight arrived, fireworks from both sides of the street were set off into the sky for free.

It’s different at Xingzifang. Almost no one is there to set off fireworks. Most of them are left for the Lantern Festival night.

After the Buddha head and the female officials of the Imperial Observatory left, the Xingzi Lake construction site was pitch black and the lake water was also dark and calm. Only some halls, courtyards and other buildings of Chengtian Temple on the opposite bank were lit up, creating the artistic conception of watching a fire from across the river.

In the southwest corner of Chengtian Temple, near the lake, there is a small courtyard with a dozen lanterns gathered in the center of the courtyard. They sway from side to side, as if held in the hands of black shadows, and the lantern holders are looking up at the fireworks.

The name of this hospital is Beitian Jiyangyuan.

Tonight is the eve of the Lantern Festival, and the monks allow these poor and pitiful people to light lanterns.

In fact, these lanterns were not bought by the temple, but were sent by the Jiangzhou Hall at the request of Yuan Huaimin.

The monks distributed it, of course, also keeping a little for themselves.

In fact, most temples in the Zhou Dynasty had this kind of welfare homes to take in the disabled, the elderly and the young.

It can be regarded as a livelihood project, especially for the current governor Ouyang Lianghan, who seemed to pay special attention to this kind of welfare home when he took office as the chief secretary. He sent people to carefully renovate it within Jiangzhou, which drew a lot of praise.

At present, in the Beitian Nursing Home in Chengtian Temple, those who have not been taken home by their families to celebrate the festival before the eve of the Lantern Festival are almost all poor children who are really unwanted by anyone.

In the center of the courtyard, a group of disabled people, young and old, held lanterns, stood silently, looking up at the fireworks from Fugui Xiushuifang in the distance.

Each face has its own loneliness and hope.

In the southwest corner of the yard, a thin, weak and inconspicuous girl was sitting alone.

No family came to pick her up, no family sent her rice dumplings, and the monks did not give her a lantern.

Because...she can't use it.

The slim girl did not watch the fireworks with her companions. She sat alone on the ground, with her hands on her knees, her back to everyone. Her face was hidden by the darkness, and her right palm was missing a little finger.

She was as quiet as a virgin, with a blurred face, as if she was facing a lonely lake.

Although I didn’t see it with my own eyes, I could still hear the loud collapse of the Buddha, the blazing fire in the sky, the howling of the dog officials, the panicked steps of the female officials and soldiers, and the angry roar of the purple-haired old woman...

All ringing in my ears.

Amidst all the noise, she could only hear the subtle sound of a tiny object falling into the water, which was faintly filled with surging mythological power.

Zhao Qingxiu was extremely certain that a "star" had fallen into Xingzi Lake.

(End of this chapter)