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Chapter 639: The embroidered lady killed the evil dragon in the early morning, and Tan Lang was very brave in controlling the flood [asking for monthly tickets! ]

Ouyang Rong pondered and said:

"How long has the embroiderer been having this dream?"

[Long, long time]

"Did you have this when you were a kid?" he asked softly.

[I don’t remember]

Ouyang Rong walked over, took out a clean sky-blue ribbon and returned to cover her dull, red eyes.

He sat down behind Zhao Qingxiu, looked at her smooth black hair draped over her shoulders, lowered his head to smooth it for her, and asked in a low voice with an unclear expression:

"Then, is there anyone around you who has similar dreams, such as your family members?"

Zhao Qingxiu turned her head, seemed to "look" at him, and wrote on his legs that were resting on the edge of the bed:

【Have】

Ouyang Rong was quiet for a while, tied the ribbon knot behind her head, turned to the front, took off his shoes, got on the couch, and sat cross-legged in front of Zhao Qingxiu.

He held her tear-stained face in his hands and analyzed it rationally:
"It's just a dream. The more you hide it in your heart, the more afraid you will be. This evil dragon is, in a sense, a collection of all the fears in the embroiderer's heart, or the evil thoughts. Of course, it cannot be killed, because there are corners that cannot be illuminated by the sun. Light and darkness, good and evil go hand in hand, and so do human hearts.

"Instead of being afraid of it, you should accept it. Next time you dream about it, be brave and take a good look at it. But remember that it is just a dream and it cannot really eat you. You can pick up a stone and throw it at it to see which unlucky dragon will get hit.

"After you wake up from the dream, you can also tell me and I will help you analyze it. Don't be afraid, I'm here."

When Zhao Qingxiu heard Ouyang Rong say "pick up a stone and throw it in", her face, which had been listening attentively, couldn't help but laugh. She restrained her smile again and tilted her head to write:

[Don't you believe that there are big dragons in this world? Didn't you hear the nursery rhyme when you were a child that there are big dragons hidden in the deep water? ]

"Faith, maybe it really existed in the past, such as in the pre-Qin period, but now, I can only say that it is not good enough."

Ouyang Rong smiled:
"Because there are things in this world that are more evil than the evil dragon. We are not even afraid of this. Why should we be afraid of the evil dragon? If it really has the power, would it be extinct by now?"

He sat cross-legged on the couch and murmured:

"As the saying goes, if you have mastered the art of swordsmanship, you can kill a dragon wherever there is one."

Zhao Qingxiu's face was blank, and it took a long time before she wrote anything.

【Tan Lang has great courage】

Ouyang Rong looked somewhat indifferent.

The understated words made Zhao Qingxiu frown and listen carefully:

“The main reason is that I have trained once in Dragon City and have seen even the most violent floods.

"That day, I stood on the crumbling Digong Gate and worked with fellow villagers to save the dam. I looked at the surging water level below and at one point I thought, even if there is a dragon in the water and it turns out to be this thing causing trouble, I have to put it in control."

Ouyang Rong spoke slowly, but with an indescribable firmness:
“In the end, the facts proved that no matter how big a natural disaster is, it is not as bad as a man-made disaster. The sins committed by the Dragon City Liu family are more serious than a hundred evil dragons.

"So, Miss Xiu, it's not us you should be afraid of. It's the evil dragon you should be afraid of. We are its nightmare."

Ouyang Rong reached out, took Zhao Qingxiu, who was listening intently, into his arms, gently patted her slender back, and concluded.

Zhao Qingxiu tilted her head, was silent for a moment, and smiled faintly.

[Tan Lang looks weak, but he is a man who can accomplish great things. Many people misjudge him and fail to recognize a real man.]

Ouyang Rong seemed to have thought of something, his face looked a little melancholy.

"Xiuniang, can you forget the time when I climbed the rope in the underground palace? Although my posture was not very elegant and I looked a little weak, it also showed my domineering spirit, okay?"

His tone was serious.

"Puch~"

Zhao Qingxiu buried her little face in his arms, her forehead against his chest, and giggled.

After a long while, he finally calmed down and wrote:

[No, I will remember it for the rest of my life]

Ouyang Rong looked somewhat helpless.

The two flirted for a while.

Zhao Qingxiu wrote seriously:
[I have a sister who also said something similar to Tan Lang, telling us not to be afraid of the evil dragon in the abyss]

Ouyang Rong smiled:

"The embroiderer has quite a lot of sisters."

"Ah." She tilted her head.

Ouyang Rong turned his head and looked at the morning light outside the window.

It was already dawn, around seven in the morning.

After the beginning of spring, the days gradually become longer and the nights shorter. If it was the beginning of spring a month ago, it would still be dim, but now the sun is already shining brightly.

However, most people's work and rest schedules have not yet adjusted accordingly.

Especially the Fang sisters who act like young ladies. At Chengtian Temple, the monks have already gathered in groups to ring the bells for morning classes. But when Ouyang Rong came back here from Chengtian Temple just now, the west wing where the two girls slept was very quiet. There was no sign of them getting up until now, so they were probably still sleeping soundly.

The morning light fell on the window next to the boudoir.

It was fine when the light was dim just now, there was nothing special, but now that the light is bright, the mess on the bed after a night of tossing and turning is clearly visible.

Wrinkled clothes lying quietly on the floor from the living room table to the bed, some wet sheets, a crumpled sweat towel, and a skinny blind girl with loose hair and a lovely appearance...

All of them fell into Ouyang Rong's eyes.

Zhao Qingxiu seemed to have noticed all this, and vaguely aware of Ouyang Rong's gaze, she buried her face in the quilt beside her in shame.

【Didn’t Tan Lang go back? Why is he here again?】

Ouyang Rong has a stern face:
"I was worried, but luckily I came back to check on her. If I hadn't, she would have cried secretly for who knows how long. She would have even been scared to tears in her dreams."

Zhao Qingxiu hesitated: "Oh."

And wrote:

[Tan Lang, hurry up, Madam Fang and the others are about to wake up]

Ouyang Rong blinked his eyes: "According to custom, they should sleep for another hour."

【I have no idea】

She wrote in a halting manner, and her delicate body trembled with shame under Ouyang Rong's direct gaze.

Ouyang Rong reached into the quilt with evil intention, and immediately felt a burning little face, and said helplessly:

"Why are you still so shy? Didn't we see each other last night? Don't get burned..."

Zhao Qingxiu suddenly stood up, nervously grasped his hand, and wrote hurriedly:
[Tan Lang is back, is he looking for Luo Hong?]

Ouyang Rong was stunned and shook his head subconsciously:
"without……"

After a pause, he changed his words:

"There's no need for that. Not all women have this thing. If the embroiderer had done a lot of housework in the past, maybe..."

Before he could finish, she wrote:

[Will Tan Lang think that the embroiderer is a casual woman? ]

Ouyang Rong glanced at Zhao Qingxiu. Her little face was full of worry, which seemed to scare her more than the evil dragon in her nightmare just now.

While waiting for his answer, the sky-blue satin ribbon covering Zhao Qingxiu's eyes got wet.

I'm crying again.

"No." Ouyang Rong asked seriously: "Why do you think so?"

Zhao Qingxiu hugged the quilt, her already thin body swaying slightly, as if she was worried about something.

[Suddenly I thought, this is how good friends are, will Tan Lang look down on me in his heart?]

Ouyang Rong did not say anything but took action.

He reached out, grabbed her clenched and red hands, pried them apart, placed them on his face, and shook his head firmly, letting her feel the amplitude.

Zhao Qingxiu sniffed:
[Tan Lang, can good friends really be like this? ]

Ouyang Rong said seriously: "Some of my good friends can even have five children."

Zhao Qingxiu was startled when he heard it, hesitated for a moment, and wrote:
[Does Tanlang want one too?]

Ouyang Rong was helpless. How could someone take a joke seriously? How stupid! He sighed, "I'm afraid your body can't handle it."

Zhao Qingxiu hugged her knees and waited for a while, then wrote word by word:

[The embroiderer can endure a lot of pain, just grit her teeth, she is much stronger than Tan Lang thought, the embroiderer can endure all kinds of suffering, it depends on who she is enduring]

As she wrote, her head lowered lower: [Xiuniang has only one good friend, Tan Lang. She will only have Tan Lang in this life. It was so in the past and it will be so in the future.]

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips: "I know."

Zhao Qingxiu tilted his head and stared blankly for a while, then couldn't help but write one more sentence, insisting on emphasizing:

[My first body was taken by Tan Lang]

Ouyang Rong repeated: "I know."

Zhao Qingxiu shook her head and shed tears:

[You are a fool] Ouyang Rong said softly, touching her red and swollen eyelids:
"Yes, I am a fool and you are dumb. To use what Master Sun said when we first met, we are a perfect match."

【Are good friends born to be together?】

Zhao Qingxiu tilted her head as she wrote, with a rare hint of anger between the lines.

Ouyang Rong did not answer, but said directly:

"Back in Longcheng Sanhuiyuan, when I was seriously injured, did you take care of me as a maid?"

Zhao Qingxiu was stunned, as if she didn't expect him to ask this.

"Ah, ah..."

She shook her head subconsciously, then stopped guiltily, hesitating.

Ouyang Rong grabbed her hand, placed it in his palm, and motioned for her to write.

Zhao Qingxiu drew circles on the palm of his hand, as if his mind was in a mess.

Ouyang Rong looked at her neck, pointed, and said softly:

"I remember I took a bite. When I first met you in Chengtian Temple, I saw some wounds."

Zhao Qingxiu suddenly looked up.

Ouyang Rong took off her ribbon, and pressed his forehead against hers, their eyes looking into each other's.

It is said that eyes are windows to the soul. The embroiderer knew he was in front of her and reached out to touch his face. Ouyang Rong leaned his face close to her palm and asked:

"Why did you leave without saying goodbye? Why did you foolishly give your body to me without letting me know? You are a traditional woman who values ​​purity. I have never looked down on you. The more you think so, the more I can't understand. Is there someone forcing you, such as your family?"

Zhao Qingxiu was stunned for a long time, then lowered his head with guilt and wrote: [Tan Lang, can you please not talk about it for now?]

Ouyang Rong did not force her. He was silent for a while and then smiled:
"Okay, I won't force you to do anything, but you have to know that Tan Lang is not a fool. Also, Tan Lang has something that he hasn't told you yet. He wants to tell you, but he can't. Tan Lang also wants to ask you something, can you hold off for now?"

Zhao Qingxiu's face was a little confused, but she nodded: [Okay, Tan Lang will talk when he wants to, Xiu Niang is willing to wait]

Ouyang Rong smiled suddenly: "Okay, then it's settled, as long as it doesn't hurt each other. And, the same goes for Tan Lang, not everyone can be a good friend, Xiu Niang is unique. We are a pair of good friends, too. Well, last time I mentioned the birthday gift for my aunt, do you remember?"

"Yeah." Zhao Qingxiu nodded honestly.

"You have to go to the birthday party. I'll take you there. We'll go together." He urged, repeatedly emphasizing, "You have to go. Do you hear me?"

"Ah ah..." Zhao Qingxiu hesitated, as if he had something to say.

Ouyang Rong put his index finger on her lips and interrupted softly:
"If you want to have five children, you have to do this. You have to go home with me, your best friend, so that everyone can see you. This is called status. Do you know status, embroiderer? It doesn't matter if you don't know. It's just a name change for good friends. If you understand it this way, it's so simple."

When Zhao Qingxiu heard the word "status", her chest heaved, she had difficulty breathing, and her little face flushed with excitement.

How could she not know what status is?

The thing I longed for suddenly appeared before my eyes, and it seemed as unreal as a dream...

When Zhao Qingxiu was stunned, Ouyang Rong pinched her nose without saying anything:

"Be obedient and write."

Zhao Qingxiu turned her back and buried her head in the quilt.

Ouyang Rong looked at her pretty appearance, especially when she was stupidly facing away from him, just like an ostrich burying its head in the sand when in danger.

The thin nightgown outlined a curve full of energy in the early morning. The embroiderer was thin, but her waist was very thin and her hips were not small.

Ouyang Rong looked at the quiet corridor outside again.

Without thinking, he rushed forward.

"Yeah..."

"Don't move, good friend, check your body, lest you say I'm bullying you, you check mine first."

"..."

Zhao Qingxiu wrote in a panic:
[No, please don’t check, I’m so embarrassed]

"Why are you embarrassed to check me? I'm not embarrassed at all."

Ouyang Rong asked with a wink as he lowered the bed curtains to warm up.

[Tan Lang... there is also an evil dragon]

Ouyang Rong:……?
He lifted the quilt with a stern face, pinched her cute chin, and said seriously:

"Then it's time to come. Let's give the embroiderer some courage. Let's kill it today and practice with it."

Zhao Qingxiu:……!!

……

More than half an hour later.

Ouyang Rong, with black hair draped over his shoulders, closed the door quietly. In the corridor, he was wearing a white inner garment and holding a crumpled scholar's coat in his arms, and left with a refreshed look on his face.

Behind him, on the boudoir deep in the main room, there was a mess, a mess, a clear and innocent scene, a stream of words, a sharp and pointed speech, a quick utterance, and a rapid progress...

They played another game in the morning, and the new round took a little longer than last night.

He injected more than a thousand merits, more than a thousand breaths, counting one breath at five seconds.

There are still more than 6,000 merits left.

He left three thousand merits for the divine decree, and the rest he could give to the embroiderer.

Ouyang Rong left quietly at the perfect time. When he passed the door of the west wing, he heard some slight noises coming from inside.

Before the Fang sisters got up and went out, he finished his work and left, hiding his achievement and fame.

After walking out of the courtyard, Ouyang Rong put on his Confucian robe, tied his belt, and stretched subconsciously, but he stopped halfway and retracted his stretch as if nothing had happened.

He left the quiet courtyard with his back straight and his spirit strong.

After walking a few steps, his expression calmed down. He turned his head to look in the direction of Chengtian Temple where nothing happened this morning, and then looked back at the quiet courtyard.

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips, not knowing what he was thinking...

"Sister, did you hear anything this morning?"

"You do snore quite loudly?"

"Oh, that's not it. I mean the noise outside. It seems to be coming from the young master's room. Wait, is something wrong with the young master..."

"Don't barge in and disturb the young lady. She might have been practicing in the morning. She also practiced hard all night last night. Besides, the young lady is such a person. If she can't handle the danger, can we go in?"

"Oh, that's true..."

The sound of the Fang sisters' discussion could be heard outside.

In the main wing, on the messy bed, Zhao Qingxiu's original blindfold ribbon was tied on her waist-length black hair, which was tied on her shoulders. She leaned lazily on the pillow, her arms embracing the soft mattress that still retained the warmth of her lover. She finally took a steady breath and was looking down to savor the moment. When she heard the words, her cheeks became even redder.

It took a while for my body to recover.

Zhao Qingxiu got up with her hands, her whole body aching.
After getting dressed, she bit her lip slightly and tidied the bed. Halfway through, her brows, which had been opened for Jun, frowned.

After one night, the cultivation level of Dantian seemed to have increased inexplicably.

Now it is the complete seventh level of perfection.

And it was ready to break through at any time. Could it be because of the half of the tortoise-shelled longhorn beetle in Tan Lang's body? It merged with the half in her body and benefited each other?

Zhao Qingxiu gently stroked her dantian area on her lower abdomen, with a complicated look in her eyes.

The second sister's judgment might be correct. Having sex with Tan Lang would indeed allow her to temporarily gain some of the calming medicinal effects of the tortoise-shelled longhorn beetle and restore some of her original talent for cultivation.

However, there is a difference between recovering talent and improving spiritual energy overnight. After all, no matter how high your talent is, you still have to practice spiritual energy step by step.

Even if she were based on her previous peak talent and cultivation, it would take her less than a month to reach the current seventh level of perfection. This was already extremely fast. But now, it is even faster, achieved overnight!
Moreover, Zhao Qingxiu conducted a very serious introspection and found that the part of his cultivation that he had improved was solid and solid, and he was not forcing things.

Could it be... an additional benefit of the complete fusion of the tortoise-shelled longhorn beetle? Is it related to some kind of yin and yang dual cultivation logic?

Or is it that after fulfilling her dream with Tan Lang, her calm mind has been restored, and her original talent for cultivation has returned. Now, with the medicinal effect of an extra complete tortoise-shelled longhorn beetle, her talent for cultivation has become terrifying, and she is making rapid progress?
No matter what, it must be related to Tan Lang. Just like Tan Lang said inadvertently, they are really a perfect match... Zhao Qingxiu couldn't help but turn her head and look in the direction where Tan Lang left outside the door, her little face full of surprise and happiness.

With such a rapid rate of improvement, if he were to do it twice more, he would be able to break through directly and be promoted to the sixth level. If the senior sisters and the others knew about this, they would probably be shocked.

But this kind of miraculous effect similar to dual cultivation requires Tan Lang to be there all the time.

Moreover, doesn’t it mean that I have to help Tan Lang slay the evil dragon often... often?

Zhao Qingxiu's little face was as hot as a stove. She didn't dare to think about it anymore and shook her head.

She hurriedly lowered her head and prepared to go out.

A heart full of fear and expectation.

Before going out, Zhao Qingxiu remembered something and went to check his sword, and habitually touched the Red Lotus Sword Seal.

Slightly hot.

The cloth wrapped around the sword seal still retained a trace of residual warmth, which slowly dissipated in the cool morning air.

Catching this trace of residual warmth, Zhao Qingxiu, who was originally ashamed of her improper progress in cultivation, was stunned for a moment.

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