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Chapter 593 Eyebrow-style Ding Sword, the Secret of the Sword Seal [Seeking monthly tickets! ]

Zhao Qingxiu stopped in front of a large Buddha in an empty temple.

This empty temple was located in a remote area, unlike the Main Hall Square that she had quietly passed by not long ago, which was filled with pilgrims seeking fortune and worshiping Buddha.

The girl, blindfolded with a sky-blue ribbon, leaned on a jade staff and turned her head slightly, as if looking at the towering golden Buddha in the center of the hall.

After a while, she lowered her head and put the old purple-red seal that she had been holding in her hand into her arms.

She turned around and took small steps to the altar in front of the big Buddha. She leaned her green bamboo stick on the table and groped with her hands until she found a heavy marriage fortune stick.

Zhao Qingxiu held the marriage fortune stick tube, curled up and squatted, touching the cold ground with her two small hands.

He lowered his head, knelt down and crawled, groping around for a while, and finally touched a bright yellow cushion.

She smiled.

Zhao Qingxiu knelt on the mat with his knees, his back straight, his hands raised, his eyes closed, his lips moving slightly, as if he was reciting something silently.

After a while, the sound of bamboo tubes shaking was heard in the empty hall.

A bamboo stick flew out of the bamboo tube in the blindfolded girl's hand.

The bamboo stick fell to the ground, bounced twice, and landed in a relatively deep place under the table.

Zhao Qingxiu lay down again without thinking, following the direction of the sound, groping forward to look for the sign.

During this time, a blindfolded little head that was "looking around" accidentally touched the edge of the table.

Zhao Qingxiu stopped what she was doing, knelt down, and covered her slightly red forehead with her hands.

It got quiet.

The hall also became quiet.

The blindfolded and mute girl who was drawing divination in the empty temple knelt in front of the table filled with offerings. At a certain moment, her little face seemed confused.

After a while, she tilted her head, and with her slender fingers, she tucked the hair that had fallen from her forehead behind her ear, then continued to lie down, groping for the bamboo stick of marriage under the table.

After a while, Zhao Qingxiu's fingers touched the bamboo sticks lying on the ground.

She picked it up happily.

He stepped back carefully and left under the table.

Zhao Qingxiu wiped her palms covered with incense ash with a handkerchief, put away the lot, and left the hall again, leaning on the jade staff.

"Miss Xiu Niang, I finally found you. Why are you here..."

Suddenly, a familiar little monk's voice came from a distance.

Zhao Qingxiu stopped in advance, as if waiting.

In fact, she heard Juti's familiar footsteps from afar and did not hide from him.

"Miss Xiu Niang, where did you go just now?"

Juti wiped the sweat from his bald head. It was obvious that running around looking for someone had consumed a lot of energy.

"Ah."

Juti heard Zhao Qingxiu's empty voice with a pleading tone, and she took out a vermilion bamboo stick from her bosom and handed it to him.

"Ah, you want me to interpret the divination for you, but I can't do it, and neither can my master...

"How about this, you don't move around here, I will go ask for you, and ask the brother in the next hall to write you a divination and read it to you when I get back."

After saying this, Juti took the vermilion bamboo stick and trotted to the next hall.

Zhao Qingxiu stayed alone.

At this time, the sound of a bell coming from the distant mountains and forests reminded the time.

Zhao Qingxiu, with her eyes covered, tilted her head to look at the bell tower in the distance, as if in a daze.

After a while, she came back to her senses and remembered something. While waiting for Juti, she took out a small purple-red seal from her sleeve.

The girl raised her fingers and made a gesture, and a unique clear blue light flashed faintly on the surface of the purple-red seal.

The small purple-red seal trembled, and the seal body gradually heated up, as if it was starting up.

But soon, in less than three breaths, the small purple-red seal stopped shaking and returned to normal. The seal was cold, with only a little residual warmth from her chest.

Zhao Qingxiu's face suddenly showed some disappointment.

The unique sword light on the purple-red seal just now was a ray of [Craftsmanship] sword energy intercepted by the old swordsmith of the Gu Yue Sword Shop.

After the Red Lotus Sword Seal is attached to the sword energy of the Ding Sword, if the Ding Sword is nearby and is not isolated by special Qi refining techniques, it can sense the Ding Sword.

Even if this Ding Sword has no owner, it can emit surging sword energy to guide the person holding the seal to find it.

One hundred years ago, with the help of the Southern Kingdom's royal family, Yunmeng Jianze, Donglin Temple, and the swordsmith family Longcheng Mei family swore an oath to form the Lotus Tower Alliance. The Longcheng Mei family carefully cast three red lotus sword seals to show their sincerity, and each of the three families held one.

As long as the Meilu sword-making technique of the Longcheng Mei family is used, the Ding sword can be sensed by the Red Lotus Sword Seal with the help of sword energy and made visible.

Unfortunately, over the past hundred years, things and people have changed, and the whereabouts of the three red lotus sword seals are unknown.

The red lotus sword seal of the Mei family in Longcheng should have jumped into the sword furnace to sacrifice the sword along with the last old craftsman who inherited Mei Lu's sword-making technique, thus settling all the causes and effects.

There are still two left in the hands of Yunmeng Jianze and Donglin Temple.

Previously, when he was guarding the Beitian Charity Home, it was Zhao Qingxiu who was holding the Red Lotus Sword Seal and was the closest to the "Mei Style Ding Sword".

But somehow he missed it. Tan Lang was not in Longcheng these two days, and Zhao Qingxiu came to Chengtian Temple every day to look for him.

But now, she had walked all over Chengtian Temple and still could not find any trace of the "Mei Style Ding Sword", and the Red Lotus Sword Seal had no reaction at all.

Zhao Qingxiu stood in front of the lotus pond in front of the main hall. It was almost noon and the midday sun fell on her body, making her feel warm.

The dull sound of bells in the distance lingered in my ears.

A look of fatigue appeared on Zhao Qingxiu's face.

She didn't sleep last night.

She was a light sleeper, waking up from dreams from time to time, and had been easily awakened from her dreams since she was a child.

During the days when Ouyang Rong was gone, Zhao Qingxiu had even more trouble sleeping.

I didn't sleep last night. I carried the Red Lotus Sword Seal and searched for the Buddhist temple.

However, she still had to go back in the afternoon because Pei Shisan Niang would come to the quiet courtyard to visit her, just like the previous few days.

"Miss Xiu Niang, sorry for the long wait..."

After a while, Juti ran back with a happy face and a signature paper in his hand.

The little monk ran to Zhao Qingxiu.

"The interpretation of the fortune is ready. I will read it to you..."

Zhao Qingxiu had just nodded when the sound of bells rang out again from the distant mountains.

But this time, it was the wake-up bell for the monks to finish their lunch at noon.

Suddenly, monks came out from the halls around and went to the dining hall.

Some people also walked towards the direction where Zhao Qingxiu and Juti were.

Juti couldn't help but look around.

"Yeah."

Juti heard the blindfolded girl next to him suddenly open her mouth and make two sounds.

He was stunned, and before he could turn around, he felt the signature paper in his hand being taken away.

Turning around, I found that Zhao Qingxiu had disappeared.

Juti couldn't help scratching his head.

"Hey, why is this embroiderer girl so elusive..."

……

Zhao Qingxiu left Chengtian Temple.

She listened to the wind and determined the direction along the way, avoiding crowded places, which resulted in it taking a long time to return to the quiet courtyard.

Zhao Qingxiu had carefully folded the marriage fortune paper and put it into her sleeve.

A quarter of an hour later, they arrived not far from the gate of a quiet courtyard.

Zhao Qingxiu slowed down his pace, and his thin shoulders relaxed a little.

Closer to home.

Temporarily suspend spiritual energy cultivation.

She had her eyes covered with a satin ribbon and walked forward, exploring like a blind person groping in the dark, leaning on a green bamboo stick.

The speed has slowed down a lot.

Squeak-!
The gate opened as soon as it was pushed, and Zhao Qingxiu tilted her head.

The door is unlocked?
Is it Pei Shisanniang, or...

She hurried through the door and as soon as she entered the hospital, she smelled the fragrance of food.

Zhao Qingxiu's face was full of confusion.

"The embroiderer is back, just in time, the meal will be ready soon..."

From the kitchen, a handsome young man with his sleeves rolled up and an apron tied around his waist walked out, holding a spatula in his hand.

There were some oil stains on his thin face. He looked down at his greasy palms and said with a gentle smile:
"What are you standing there for? My hands are dirty, so I won't help you take the things. Go to the living room and put your things down. Come over to eat..."

"what?"

Zhao Qingxiu's mouth opened involuntarily and she turned her head to face the kitchen where the fire was burning and the work was bustling.

Ouyang Rong waved his hand, returned to the kitchen behind him to continue working, and said with a smile:
"Go wash your hands quickly. Today, try my specialty, Dongpo pork."

Zhao Qingxiu's face was stunned.

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(PS: It's too short, this chapter doesn't count as a big update, I still owe twenty chapters, I will make up for it today, continue to beg for monthly tickets! Please fill it up or2)

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