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Chapter 638 Embroidery Lady Bao Shuang Xiu [asking for monthly ticket! ]

Zhao Qingxiu was a little green and unfamiliar.

When she first tried to appease Ouyang Rong and demanded the initiative, Ouyang Rong thought that the embroiderer had some special skills, such as the unique skills of the Yue women in Yunmeng Sword Ze.

After all, he is Yunmeng Jianze, who is best at kendo and swordsmanship.

There is a way.

The body of a young girl in her twenties is as soft as butter, and she has a sword hanging from her waist to kill ordinary men.

Although there are no dead heads, secretly the bones of the emperor are withered.

Moreover, a woman's slender waist can also be a sword. It is possible that the high and mighty Yunmeng Yue women are more powerful. On a certain level, they can kill all the ordinary people living down the mountain.

So, when the embroiderer gently coaxed him to be obedient and let her come.

Ouyang Rong stood up in awe and showed respect.

Even though he possessed the soul of his previous life, he was very proficient in postgraduate entrance examinations and had browsed a lot of study materials.

But we still dare not underestimate the ancients of this era and are ready to fight with awe in our hearts.

The result is... Is this what the Vietnamese girl is like? My sword is not bad either.

Ouyang Rong nodded.

But he could understand the embroiderer.

I guess the embroiderer was in the same situation when Ouyang Rong was unconscious at Sanhuiyuan of Donglin Temple in Longcheng County last time.

Although I don't know why the embroiderer did such a thing when he was seriously injured and unconscious, I don't know if she thought she would see him forever before she left, so she decided to leave something behind, or take something away, as a commemoration and bid farewell to him.

But it is obvious that this is all the experience of the embroiderer.

She is clumsy and for the time being has only gotten used to Tan Lang's motionless mode.

Maybe in the embroiderer's view, men should not move, but should lie down and rest like a boss, and she should do the hard work and serve him.

What a weird first impression?
Ouyang Rong decided to correct her.

However, direct instruction and imperative rote learning are not what a wise teacher does.

Subtle teaching is more important, and the person being taught should even feel that she has realized it on her own and enjoys it, and based on these just-right positive feedback, she can spontaneously adjust and gain a thorough understanding.

Only in this way can you learn well and be guaranteed to master it. Otherwise, how can you be called a wise teacher and produce outstanding students?

I couldn't agree more, so Ouyang Rong took action and started a new round of teaching and answering questions...

In the darkness, Zhao Qingxiu was a little dazed and confused.

She didn't know how she changed her posture.

Originally, she leaned forward, with her hands on Tan Lang's chest, taking a break occasionally, her ponytail falling forward and resting on her snow-like shoulders. The whole position was quite strenuous, and her little red face, which was dizzy from the heat, was easily facing Tan Lang. She had to bury her head and "behave herself", but she was obviously doing things in a high-profile manner and was noticed by Tan Lang...

But later on, gradually, maybe it was some small reactions from Tan Lang, or some small movements he made to make himself more comfortable, or even occasionally helping her or patting her, as if it was done unintentionally... These forced her to change some positions, and gradually it became simple and smooth:
She started by putting her hands on his chest, then changed to putting her hands on his stomach, and then evolved to a more skilled and labor-saving method... Zhao Qingxiu leaned back, moved her hands back, and placed them on his legs. It was surprisingly convenient, she discovered happily.

The tacit cooperation between the two of them emerged naturally in this first round of competition.

Ouyang Rong lay flat on his back, taking in the entire scene.

The inner room was pitch black.

Originally he didn't want to turn off the lights. It was the embroiderer who turned off the light on the table because she was shy.

But the embroiderer didn't know that Ouyang Rong was also a Qigong practitioner and had good night vision.

He could clearly see a figure as white as snow in the darkness. The embroiderer probably thought he was completely in the dark and had no idea that her clumsiness was seen by Ouyang Rong.

Moreover, Ouyang Rong, who was hiding very deeply, discovered the fleeting fluctuations of spiritual energy on the embroiderer's body when she occasionally bit her lips in unbearable pain and confusion.

Vermilion aura, not crimson.

This means that the embroiderer's spiritual energy cultivation is at the seventh level, and is close to the seventh level of perfection.

Because the middle-grade Qigong practitioners have red spiritual energy, the seventh and sixth grades are both middle-grade Qigong practitioners. There are differences based on the color difference. The seventh grade initially has light red spiritual energy, while the sixth grade has dark red spiritual energy.

The spiritual energy in Dantian is vermilion, one step further than the light red at the beginning of the seventh level. It should be close to the perfection of the seventh level.

Ouyang Rong nodded slightly. He was not surprised. For an embroiderer to be of the seventh rank was not low in Yunmeng Jianze.

While imparting knowledge, one also has to distract himself and control the fluctuations of his own spiritual energy so as not to be discovered by the embroiderer, which is also a technical job... Wait, the embroiderer seems unable to see it, but the two of them are now being honest with each other and there is a negative distance, so maybe she can feel it through some touch.

However, even though her spiritual aura was inadvertently revealed, Ouyang Rong felt that it was already amazing that the embroiderer could hold on until now, and she should have been completely open to him without any guard at all.

Although happy moments are easy to indulge in, Ouyang Rong has to try his best to squeeze out a trace of sober thoughts. First, to prevent the sword holder's spiritual energy from leaking out. If this frightens the embroiderer, the identity of the owner of the butterfly flower will be exposed, which will not be a surprise but a shock. Second, to check the abnormality just now...

After a while, he left the embroiderer to work clumsily, and his thoughts turned back to the Pagoda of Merit.

Ouyang Rong closed his eyes at a certain moment and looked inward at the Merit Hall.

In the empty and boundless space of the Pagoda of Merit, an ancient bronze bell and a small wooden fish both looked strange.

The ancient bronze bell was suspended high in the air. The bell body was shaking slightly, and purple mist was continuously pouring out. There were light pink threads in the purple mist.

This is very similar to the peach blossom blessing of "three thousand merits" that was triggered when he came into contact with the embroiderer in the kitchen last time.

However, when Ouyang Rong extended his spiritual consciousness and touched the blessing bell, there was no corresponding blessing to exchange.

The strange vibrations of the Blessing Bell and the emergence of purple air left him a little confused.

Another point is that compared with the vibration of the bell body when it was triggered by good fortune in the past, the frequency of the vibration of the current good fortune bell is somewhat different. Sometimes it is rapid, sometimes it is slow. It is not a uniform regular rhythm.

Moreover, for some reason, Ouyang Rong felt vaguely familiar with this rather irregular rhythm of the bell's vibration.

After thinking for a long time, I still couldn't come up with a reasonable answer.

Ouyang Rong turned his gaze to a small, round and inconspicuous wooden fish.

There was nothing unusual about the small wooden fish itself, but the line of cyan and gold text above it was different.

【Merit: 8,358】

This line of cyan and gold font appeared and disappeared, as if flickering in the darkness, reminding Ouyang Rong all the time.

Ouyang Rong was very familiar with the small wooden fish, and was no stranger to this kind of flickering performance.

In the past, every time the Blessing Bell triggered new blessings and was ready to be exchanged, the little wooden fish would give such a signal as long as the merit value was sufficient. Once he touched it, the line of cyan and gold characters would turn into a dazzling carp and rush towards the Blessing Bell. The size and brilliance of the carp depended on the merit value required to exchange the blessings at that time.

So this kind of flashing, in the past, was a sign that one could exchange merit for something.

But right now, the blessing bell clearly did not trigger the blessing, but only made an unusual sound. How can I redeem it? And what can I redeem?
When Ouyang Rong was puzzled, an idea suddenly occurred to him.

He suddenly turned his head and looked at the Fubao Bell, focusing his attention on its irregular shaking frequency.

He stared for a moment, while also feeling some of the "clumsy frequencies" happening in the outside world. After comparing the inside and the outside, his expression changed slightly.

In the darkness, Ouyang Rong opened his eyes calmly and glanced at the snow-white figure covered in sweat. Wow, they were on the same frequency.

Wait, does that mean...

Ouyang Rong closed his eyes again and entered the Pagoda of Merit. Without even looking at the Blessing Bell, he came to the small wooden fish.

After hesitating for a moment, he reached out and touched it.

The line of cyan-gold fonts above the small wooden fish suddenly lit up, and clusters of cyan-gold light began to rush towards the blessing bell above. Yes, clusters of light rushed out like flying bullets.

These azure-gold balls of light were not big, like little carps, and their flying frequencies faintly corresponded to the irregular frequencies of the clumsy vibrations of the Blessing Bell...

Ouyang Rong didn't have time to observe it carefully, as his attention was attracted by the new changes in the cyan and gold fonts.

[Merit: 8,358]... [Merit: 8,357]... [Merit: 8,356]... [Merit: 8,355]...

As the balls of cyan-gold light left, the numbers represented by the cyan-gold fonts gradually decreased. Although it was not as rapid as in the past when a large ball of light flew out after exchanging blessings, this continuous process still consumed a lot of merit.

It's like a leak. If there is no benefit, why would he deduct the merits for nothing?

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but frown, but he didn't let go immediately. He turned around and his eyes fell on the Fubao Bell again.

Whenever this small ball of cyan light hits the Blessing Bell, it will emit a crisp sound, and the purple mist on the bell will splash everywhere, just like hammering iron.

And after this observation, Ouyang Rong once again confirmed his judgment that the frequency of the crisp sound emitted by the Blessing Bell after being hit by the cyan-gold light ball did correspond to the vibration frequency of the Blessing Bell itself!

The frequency of the vibration of the blessing bell, which was responding abnormally at the moment, was vaguely the same as the frequency of the efforts of the embroiderer outside.

Is there a positive correlation between the two? Then what's the use of this?

Ouyang Rong opened his eyes when he was suspicious, and suddenly found that a purple mist of merit was slowly wrapping around the delicate body of the embroiderer and entering her lower abdomen...that is, her dantian.

This kind of purple mist can usually only be seen by him, so it is so clear in the dark.

Ouyang Rong suddenly understood.

It turned out that all the blessings Zhong Ziwu exchanged for the merit points on the small wooden fish entered the embroiderer's body.

This abnormality was triggered by the embroiderer!

Then what is the use of this purple mist of merit entering the body of the embroiderer?
Ouyang Rong looked thoughtful. Since the purple mist of merit could be transformed into the spiritual energy of the Taoist's meridians when performing the Shangqing secret skills, didn't it mean that it could also be transformed into the spiritual energy of the Taoist meridians of Yue women?
So he was "taken" by the embroiderer, or in other words, the two of them were practicing dual cultivation?

Good guy.

Is it the characteristic of the merit tower, or some other reason?

Could it be possible that this would happen to me and any woman I went to Wushan with?

Or, the only exception is the embroiderer.

Because Ouyang Rong thought of the peach blossom blessing he had not long ago. Was it the blessing that was working?

Now it seems that this peach blossom blessing should correspond to here, but I don’t know if this effect of injecting merit purple mist into a woman’s dantian can only be done to the embroiderer...

While Ouyang Rong was thinking, the embroiderer stopped, panting.

Ouyang Rong discovered that the abnormality of the Merit Tower had disappeared.

The purple mist of merit that was originally slowly being injected into the embroiderer's dantian also stopped.

That's true. It depends on the frequency. If the person stops moving, the purple mist of merit will definitely stop transporting him.

In the inner room, on the bed, Zhao Qingxiu didn't want to move even a finger.

I just want to lie quietly in Tan Lang's arms and lose myself.

Her turn was over, but Ouyang Rong remained righteous and upright, and Chai Li remained unyielding and unyielding.

He counted the effort just now and found that the embroiderer had only consumed nearly two hundred of his merits. And looking at her appearance, it seemed that she was not aware of the existence of the merit purple mist at all, at least she did not notice anything unusual. This might be because too little merit purple mist was injected, or it might be that the change was silent and subtle.

"How can this be enough?" Ouyang Rong muttered.

"Ah?" Zhao Qingxiu looked up in confusion.

Ouyang Rong did not answer, but without any hesitation, he began to transform from a slave to a master.

According to his careful estimation just now, the purple mist of merit injected into the embroiderer's body is related to the frequency amplitude and the time consumed. If we quantify it, on average, one point of merit is consumed per breath of time.

One breath is approximately equal to three to five seconds in the previous life. This is roughly the transformation. So... let's start with a thousand breaths. Well, inject a thousand merits into the embroiderer first!

Anyway, this purple mist of merit must be a good thing. If it doesn't promote cultivation, then it can also improve treatment. It has all kinds of benefits without any harm. It's rare that his purple mist of merit is so abundant now, so he has to inject it... I mean the purple mist of merit.

Although he might need it when he goes to Donglin Temple at dawn and has to reserve some in advance, eight thousand merits are enough for him to indulge in a little luxury.

After all, she is my own daughter, why should I be so stingy?

Ouyang Rong nodded secretly.

He started his turn.

Play your cards!

In the darkness, Zhao Qingxiu, who was completely powerless, suddenly found himself at the bottom.

"ah……"

Before she could react, she found Tan Lang approaching her.

Her face flushed, "Ahhh..."

Zhao Qingxiu wanted to persuade him to exercise moderation.

But the feeling that surged up in her made her unable to use her fingers to write words of advice, and her mouth could only speak passively.

More than half an hour passed.

Repeatedly defeated, repeatedly failed, repeatedly successful, repeatedly taught but never changed, repeatedly seen again and again...

Zhao Qingxiu gradually widened her blind eyes. Why is Tan Lang so energetic and doesn't look tired?

How can he look like a weak scholar at all... Are all men like this when they do this?

And what’s a little strange is that there seems to be a warm current flowing through the body and returning to the dantian. Hmm, is this a normal reaction to this kind of sexual intercourse between husband and wife?
Tan Lang, who was like a dragon in the darkness, seemed to have a kind of magic power that made her feel warm all over. It was difficult to get away from him. She was immersed in him and her mind wandered thousands of miles away...

Zhao Qingxiu was very shy and really wanted to dig a hole in the ground and never see anyone again.

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