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Chapter 620: The Greatest Virtue of This Fairy [Begging for the Monthly Ticket at the End of the Month! ]

“If you really want to invite him to descend, you can prepare a pot of good wine in advance. Being a drunkard has its advantages.

"Next time I see Yuan Huaimin, I can ask him whether the unofficial history or official history he looked up mentioned what kind of wine Tao Yuanming liked to drink..."

After rubbing his face, Ouyang Rong blew out the oil lamp on the table.

When the surroundings fell into darkness, he lowered his head, closed his eyes, and entered the Pagoda of Merit.

Inside the Merit Tower.

The blessing bell did not move at all.

There has been no movement recently.

The matter of the Night Pearl, Cauldron and Sword, which had originally been a matter of high hope, could never trigger the bell of blessings.

Ouyang Rong glanced at the cyan and gold font above the small wooden fish.

【Merit: 4,282】

The last time I checked, it was still more than 3,600 merits, and it has increased a lot in recent days.

The last time I went to the Fang family to search for the Yunmeng Order, I received a reward of more than a hundred yuan from Mrs. Fang and others who were so grateful that they cried.

Later, Rong Zhen searched the families of the suspects on the list, and Ouyang Rong mercifully and rationally protected some families or relatives of the prisoners, which increased by more than a hundred in total in those few days.

Add to that the natural growth on weekdays, and there was also the crisp sound of wooden fish, whose exact source Ouyang Rong couldn't figure out.

These may be due to his reputation as an honest official, which spread widely. In addition, his works such as "Qingyu'an", "Ti Juhua" and "Shi Shuo" triggered a chain reaction, with some praising and some criticizing him, but overall there were more praises.

It may also come from the water conservation and people-benefiting projects he once built, such as the Zheyi Canal and Shuangfeng Peak...

There are about two hundred merits.

Anyway, you just sit back and reap the benefits. It’s a long-tail effect, and there will be natural growth even when you sleep.

There is another point of merit growth, which was contributed by the Fang sisters today, about one hundred or so.

Adding all the above together, the total merit increased by more than 600.

Ouyang Rong walked over, touched the round and smooth wooden fish, and said to himself:

"Brother Muyu, please raise it a little more. It would be best if you could collect enough to use for two divine orders... Now it's 4,200. It costs nearly 3,000 to use it once. If there is an unexpected blessing in the middle of the journey, it will be really tight."

Ouyang Rong shook his head.

Leaving the Pagoda of Merit.

However, he did not open his eyes immediately while sitting at the table. Instead, he looked inward at his own Dantian.

There is a hidden world in the Dantian, with a clear spring and a steady flow of water.

The spiritual energy in the body is dark blue.

The eighth-grade deep blue spiritual energy is in the late stage and is about to reach perfection.

All he needed was a sword technique and a ritual to break through to the eighth rank and become a middle-rank swordsman.

Alternatively, he could complete the public sacrifice ceremony first and then wait for the sword technique, just like before, when he was lacking the [Craftsmanship] sword technique.

Ouyang Rong opened his eyes.

On the desk where the candle had gone out, he carefully put away the red and black talisman for the time being and placed it together with the original manuscript of "Peach Blossom Spring".

Ding Jian's sword techniques are the essential key to his advancement, and there is no such thing as too much of them.

If there had not been this sword technique to restrain him, just like the Jade Cup Fairy, Ouyang Rong would have let himself go long ago, specifically looking for bad guys as sacrifices who "harmed the interests of the people" and finding ways to hold sacrificial ceremonies.

Unfortunately, even though the sacrificial ceremony has been held, the sword techniques are still not up to par, so Ouyang Rong is not in a hurry for now and will collect clues about the sword techniques first...

The reason why I had a sudden idea to ask Tao Yuanming to descend was that I wanted to ask him about other sword techniques besides the [Hanshi] sword technique.

As previously speculated, as a legendary swordsman hundreds of years ago, Tao Yuanming may have mastered multiple sword techniques.

Unfortunately, a certain little ink spirit was not strong enough and has not yet squeezed out enough ink to draw the second red and black talisman.

Now he only has a red and black talisman on his body.

The merit points are only enough to cast the divine command once.

It would be uneconomical to rashly ask Tao Yuanming to possess you just to ask about sword techniques.

Not to mention the risks if we are not prepared accordingly.

Having lost the only trump card of the red and black talisman, Ouyang Rong currently has no other reliable trump cards in his hand.

The Donglin Temple on Dagu Mountain, which allows him to use "Dependent Origination and Emptiness" and has an almost unlimited supply of spiritual energy, is far away in Longcheng.

The top-grade Qi-replenishing elixir "Mo Jiao" was also used up after it was possessed by Huang Feihong during the last Xingzifang Buddha collapse incident.

If he were caught by "Miss Zhishuang" again, he wouldn't know how to run away, because she could control the air and fly in the sky, so it would be easy for her to catch him.

Now, if all external assistance is removed, Ouyang Rong's nearly perfect eighth-grade deep blue spiritual energy capacity, even if he uses the sword to cast "Return", is only enough to kill a sixth-grade Qigong practitioner.

When facing a top-grade Qigong practitioner, unless she does not fly and stands still, allowing him to set out his sword, he has to rely on the magical power of "Dependent Origination and Emptiness", borrowing the purple mist of merit and her own essence, energy and spirit as fuel, just like he did when he killed Qiu Shenji, only in this way can he kill him.

But "Miss Zhishuang" obviously would not be affectionate towards him.

What did he use to defeat them? The amount of money on the wanted warrant, or his rhetoric?

Although it is really fun and exciting to verbally attack her like I did a few times before, it can easily backfire.

"I need to get one more of these red and black talismans, as well as Tao Yuanming's authentic work. One copy of Peach Blossom Spring may not be enough, so it would be better to get another copy as a backup.

"However, there are not many of these famous treasures left in the world. Every time one is used up, there will be one less... By the way, I don't think I will have to drink it with water like Huang Feihong drank blood last time..."

I remembered how Li Dalang and Huang Feihong drank the talisman water.

Ouyang Rong sighed slightly and rubbed his face out of habit.

"Xiao Rongzi, what are you doing now?"

On the other side of the wardrobe, a young lady in Confucian clothes pushed open the heavy door with her two thin arms, and jumped down from the upper level of the wardrobe in three consecutive jumps, holding two belongings, a golden bowl and a snow-white whisk.

"woke up?"

"You're talking nonsense outside, I don't know what you're saying, and you're grinning foolishly from time to time. How can I not wake up?"

"What a naughty giggle, a dog can't spit out ivory."

"You say you're not doing anything bad, but you didn't even turn on the light. You just sat at your desk and played statues, not moving an inch. What kind of good person would do that?
"Also, I felt something today, and I felt like I could spit out some spiritual ink. But now, eh, forget it, this feeling is ruined..."

Ouyang Rong immediately said: "The ink sticks are on the table, six."

In fact, he didn't need to say anything, Miaosi had already rolled up the hems of her Confucian robes on both sides, spread her short legs, and ran towards the table in the living room.

She shrugged her nose, jumped onto the table skillfully, and opened the wooden ink box specially made by Han Lei Mo Zhai.

The palm-sized ink spirit pounced on the ink ingot, turned it over and over, and then devoured it like a little hamster entering a granary.

Miao Si's eyes lit up, and she said in an embarrassed tone:

"Not bad, not bad. Little Rongzi's filial piety makes me feel very happy. I feel a little better. But I still need a few days to prepare. Are you in no hurry, little Rongzi?"

"I'm anxious." Ouyang Rong nodded.

Miaosi immediately changed her expression without blinking:

"There's no point in being anxious. Good things take time. I won't say any more. Eat the ink, eat the ink..."

The little black spirit ate non-stop with a gurgling sound, his mouth mumbling incoherently.

Ouyang Rong went to get the fire starter and lit the lamp again.

The room brightened up.

After a while, the little ink spirit popped out of the ink cartridge.

She tilted her head and asked:

"Xiao Rongzi, why do I feel like you've been more diligent in bringing back ink sticks recently? In the past, if I ate one more ink stick from you, it would be like asking you to die. I was bargaining." He thought about it and asked suspiciously:

"Could it be that Hanlei Mozhai is having a discount recently, or that you got a salary increase recently? Forget it, from what I know about you, the salary increase won't cost me much..."

After sighing, Miao Si turned and asked seriously:
"Xiao Rongzi, you are not corrupt, are you?"

Ouyang Rong's mouth twitched slightly, but he did not answer.

"I brought you so many ink sticks, but you didn't seem to be very productive..."

He looked at the little Mo Jing who was eating so hard that his Taoist hat was crooked, and suddenly he doubted:

"Hey, are you slacking off?"

"Nonsense."

Miao Si stared and denied it on the spot.

She wiped her mouth vigorously with the back of her hand, poked her forehead with her thumb, and said righteously:
"This fairy's greatest virtue is diligence and thrift. I am the most diligent and thrifty, no one else."

Ouyang Rong shook his head: "Don't steal from me."

"You...are shameless."

Ouyang Rong walked over, put his finger on her little head, and said seriously,

"Don't slack off. Do you understand? The matter of Ling Mo is very important. Lady Fairy, you don't want to be without Hanlei Ink Ink ingots in the future, do you?"

Miaosi shook his head like a rattle.

Ouyang Rong then let go and nodded with satisfaction.

The little ink spirit eating ink in the back muttered quietly:
"It's just that you suddenly became more moral, and I'm a little uncomfortable with it."

"Oh, my vices have other uses, not for you."

"Well, you finally admitted that you are a bad person. You were really trying to be bad just now!"

Miao Si was so happy that she jumped up and down.

Ouyang Rong was too lazy to pay attention to her.

Wonderful thoughts turned into curious babies:

“By the way, why do you want this fairy lady’s spiritual ink? I used to think that you, little Rongzi, were promoted from the scholar’s ​​meridian to the sword-wielding meridian, using the spiritual energy of the scholar’s ​​meridian as your foundation.

"But now it seems wrong. Last time, I saw you secretly fiddling with Taoist scriptures, talisman paper, etc. Could it be that you were originally a Taoist priest? No wonder you need to use my spiritual ink..."

Ouyang Rong was noncommittal.

The purple energy of merit can activate the unique skills of other Taoist sects. This involves one of his greatest secrets and cannot be easily revealed.

I'm really afraid that Miao Si will find out and sell him for two ink sticks one day. Well, who knows, she might think it's a good price.

"Xiao Rongzi, why aren't you asleep yet?"

"I have nothing to do tomorrow morning, so I don't have to go on duty. I have to go to Xunyang Palace at noon to see my junior sister."

"No wonder. This fairy lady is going to go there too, to see if the goose in Miss Xie's yard has fully grown its feathers."

"No, you stay home."

Ouyang Rong refused firmly and sternly:

"Don't let Ling Mo be taken away by someone else before I finish giving birth."

"Humph, that's impossible..." The young nun in Confucian clothing rolled her eyes and said:

"I can't find any spiritual energy to spend time at home. I might as well go out for a walk and play with some geese. Maybe I'll get the feeling..."

He interrupted and asked, "Do you want to squeeze the ink on the spot when you feel like it?"

"What nonsense are you talking about, but it's almost the same... Hey, why are you holding my collar, little Rongzi?"

"Go to bed and go out with me tomorrow."

"..."

……

In the morning, Xunyang Palace.

Ouyang Rong came with a small ink ingot made from the essence of ink in his sleeve.

He also brought a few poems about the moon and night-shining pearls and went to see Li Guoer as usual.

However, he first went to Li Xian's study and told Li Xian the latest date of Li Dalang's return.

Except for Wei Mei who happily went out to prepare tea and snacks, Li Xian had a stern face and snorted.

Ouyang Rong was about to leave when Li Xian stopped him.

It is said that there is some clue about the authentic works of Tao Yuanming that I helped to collect before.

It seems that the Prince Xiang's Mansion helped to receive an authentic painting that is still in existence and is preparing to send it to Jiangzhou.

Ouyang Rong raised his eyebrows slightly, pondered for a moment, and without being polite, asked Li Xian to help express his gratitude on his behalf.

Inner house, Meiyingzhai.

When Ouyang Rong and Miao Si arrived, they found that the boudoir was full of books, and many maids were bringing books in from outside.

Some books were placed on the floor in the sun, and some were moved to the red building where Li Guoer's study was located.

In addition, there was a white shadow running around.

It's time, it's like a timed parkour.

"What are you doing? Moving the study?" Ouyang Rong asked curiously.

Two graceful figures were walking down the red building.

Li Guoer was wearing a white lotus-colored men's suit today, and a jade headband on her head that covered her bright red plum blossom mark, making her look more dashing than a man.

Xie Lingjiang was also there, wearing a scarlet men's suit, with her hands behind her back, looking extremely pretty.

"Big Brother!" Seeing Ouyang Rong, the pretty girl in red clothes who was walking down the stairs smiled sweetly, quickened her pace and walked towards him. The pace was so fast that it made people feel that the whole staircase was shaking.

The two girls passed a team of maids carrying books and came in front of Ouyang Rong. They looked at him with their own eyes.

"Check the book." Li Guoer looked up at the sky, confident and righteous.

"Look up books? What books?" Ouyang Rong was curious.

"It's like this." Xie Lingjiang took Ouyang Rong's arm and said seriously, "Didn't we talk about why Yunmeng Jianze opposed the statue building during dinner? Sister Guoer and I argued for many days, and then we agreed on one point. We both thought that it would be useless to speculate, so we might as well conduct more investigations."

Li Guoer nodded, waved his sleeves, and talked freely:

"This princess has sent people from the Juhua Poetry Society to collect all the ancient books about the Northern and Southern Dynasties that can be found outside, and is preparing to look up historical materials from that period. For example, the Northern Wei Dynasty, I heard, was very Buddhist, and during a period of time, many Buddha statues and temples were built, which are somewhat similar to today. Perhaps the two have some connection..."

Ouyang Rong suddenly asked: "Is Tao Yuanming also a figure from that period?"

"Well, it seems to be true. Anyway, it's not far off. But Tao Qian was in the south, so he should have experienced the change of dynasties. That was when the Southern Song Dynasty was newly established."

Li Guoer thought for a while, went to get a book, flipped through a few pages, and said with her eyes downcast:

"Later, the Northern Wei Dynasty and the Southern Song Dynasty faced each other from north to south. There were many wars between the two sides. Both sides wanted to unify the north and the south. But as you know, the pattern of the Northern and Southern Dynasties had just begun, and later they all became someone else's wedding dress..."

Ouyang Rong looked thoughtful as he handed the idea of ​​transforming into an ink ingot to Xie Lingjiang.

Several people went up to the red building together.

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