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Chapter 708 Rong Zhen: I have never seen such a stupid person [4k2 per update, please vote at the beginning of the month! ]

"Ouyang Lianghan, it takes you so long to send someone off. Are you really sending a Buddha to the west?"

The sky is full of sunset glow, and the stars in the distant sky have already appeared.

Xunyang Grottoes, in the pavilion outside the main grotto, Rong Zhen said expressionlessly.

Ouyang Rong walked out from the night, entered the pavilion, and looked around.

"Is there tea?"

"No." Rong Zhen replied sternly: "I can't find tea for you. Also, I'm asking you a question. You said you'd come over after sending someone off. Do you know how long I'd wait? If you were busy with other things, you should have just said so. You didn't do what you promised..."

Ouyang Rong said softly:

"I came here right after I dropped someone off, but I walked here."

Rong Zhen couldn't hold back his anger any longer, and asked with a frown, "Did you walk here from Xunyang Ferry?"

"Ah."

"Why are you walking for no reason?"

"I just want to take a walk." After a pause, he added, "Give Ali a break, he's been working very hard."

After hearing this, Rong Zhen felt both angry and amused.

But after a moment of silence, she looked at Ouyang Rong's face and asked:

"you're not feeling OK?"

"No."

Ouyang Rong shook his head, silently glanced at the mandarin duck jade hairpin that fixed Rong Zhen's hair, and added: "I'm not in a bad mood."

Rong Zhen pursed his lips, and after a while, he took out a water bag from his sleeve and threw it to Ouyang Rong:
"No tea, but water."

Ouyang Rong looked down, his face hesitant.

Rong Zhen turned his head:
"I haven't drunk yet...just don't drink from my mouth."

Ouyang Rong followed up with this sentence for no apparent reason: "What if your mouth accidentally touches it?"

Rong Zhen was stunned for a moment, then turned around and walked out of the pavilion, leaving behind a sentence:
"are you crazy."

Ouyang Rong noticed that the girl in palace dress seemed to have red ears.

He put away his water bag, did not drink the water, and followed.

After walking for a while, Ouyang Rong looked more calm and asked:

"When will the old man leave?"

"After the celebration ceremony, he also wanted to take a look."

Ouyang Rong hesitated to speak.

What he actually wanted to say was that it was you who asked Mr. Yu to stay and wait, otherwise, based on the old man's temper, he would probably run away tonight.

Ouyang Rong followed Rong Zhen along the misty path in the bamboo forest, and soon they arrived at the bamboo house where the old musician lived.

Although the Donglin Buddha has landed secretly, the strange white mist is still there.

This also shows that the deception to conceal the completion of the Buddha is still continuing.

Even though it was already dusk, white fog still filled the caves, and light rain often fell within the Shuangfeng Peak area, maintaining the humidity of the plum rain season.

Ouyang Rong had spent ten days in the Xunyang Grottoes, so he was used to it. But now he went back to Xunyang City to live for a few days and bask in the sun for a few days. When he came back again, he immediately felt a clear difference.

I guess only people like Rong Zhen and the old musician who have never left Xunyang Grottoes are used to it.

When the two arrived at the bamboo house, the old musician had already prepared the meal and put it on the table.

But there was only one set of bowls and chopsticks on the table.

Nanny Song, Yi Qianqiu and others are not here.

It's another case of it's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early.

The old musician who almost succeeded in eating alone looked at Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen, who had a significant height difference, and said in surprise:
"You two are really good at keeping up the time. Go to the kitchen to get the dishes and chopsticks. I am a skeleton, so I won't be polite."

Ouyang Rong smiled and went out to get the dishes and chopsticks.

Rong Zhenli sat down as a matter of course and waited for Ouyang Rong to bring it to her.

Ouyang Rong came to the kitchen, took out a bronze dagger from his sleeve, and looked down at it.

The bronze dagger returned to the white fog environment, and was covered with an extra layer of rust, which covered the strange blood spots and made the whole sword much darker.

After observing for a while, Ouyang Rong put away the Yunmeng Order, washed the dishes, and returned to the courtyard...

After a while, the three of them sat down, ate and chatted during the meal.

"Mr. Yu, are you going back to your hometown?"

"Ah."

“Where is my hometown?”

Without waiting for the old musician to speak, Rong Zhen answered, "Wutong County, Cangzhou, Lingnan Road."

Ouyang Rong nodded:
"So he's from Lingnan, but he doesn't look like one."

The old musician first smiled at Rong Zhen and said, "In fact, if you hadn't looked it up, I wouldn't even know the official full name of my hometown. I only have a general impression and the common name of the village."

He looked emotional and said to Ouyang Rong:

"I went to Chang'an when I was young. I have been in the north for a long time. The local climate and soil shape the people, so naturally I am the same as the northerners. Haha, it is a twisted theory, but it sounds quite reasonable. However, you, the little scholar, do you know about physiognomy?"

"Know a little bit."

"Oh?"

The old musician seemed to become interested and sat up straight.

Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen, who was biting on chopsticks with pearly teeth, looked at him sideways, thinking that he had something serious and important to say. Who would have thought that the old musician pointed at Rong Zhen and asked seriously:

"Then the young scholar, take a look at this girl's face and see who looks like a good match for her."

Ouyang Rong:......

Rong Zhen:?
After a while, the old musician, who was sternly taught a lesson by the girl in palace dress, calmed down and ate his meal with a smile on his face.

After dinner, Ouyang Rong saw the old musician take out a strangely shaped wooden piano.

This zither has only one string.

The old musician fiddled with the one-stringed harp with childish interest and said to Ouyang Rong:

"This was the first zither I played when I was young. It was given to me by my father, a carpenter. I took it with me to Chang'an. Chang'an was so prosperous and charming, and everything happened like a cloud of smoke. I have forgotten where I lost it. Before leaving the capital, I searched for it for a long time.

"I didn't expect that now that I am old and returning to my hometown, I would miss it so much. Xunyang has beautiful mountains, waters, and bamboos. I couldn't help but make a bunch of them. I plan to take them back with me. What a perfect cycle."

After listening to this, Rong Zhen interrupted and said, "Senior, you may be happy, but don't forget what you should do."

The old musician shrugged and said, "The saint has come to give his will, what else can I do?"

He added:
"But Rong girl, don't forget what you promised."

"I won't forget."

After leaving the bamboo house, Rong Zhen saw Ouyang Rong off.

There is a brilliant starry sky above my head.

Ouyang Rong asked: "What did Mr. Yu promise?"

Rong Zhen said softly, "On the fifteenth day of the celebration, the old senior will play that song again."

Ouyang Rong asked: "What was the seven-character poem and piano music you played when you visited Mount Kuanglu last time?"

"That's right." Rong Zhen chanted again: "The distant bridge is shallow and the lotus boat floats on it, the Taiyan Rock cannot block the flow of the pine trees in the stream. The pear pavilion stands in the distance on the green mountain, and there are still sounds in the empty valley..."

Ouyang Rong asked: "In theory, there are seven pieces of music in total. Will the old senior also be able to play the Lotus Boat Song?"

"Yeah." Rong Zhen nodded: "The old senior said he could play it. He said Lian Zhou's music actually existed a long time ago."

Ouyang Rong's eyes brightened slightly.

But he remembered something and asked:

"So Ms. Rong is pinning her hopes of mastering the essence of seven-character quatrains and zither music on this matter?"

Rong Zhen did not answer. She glanced at Ouyang Rong who had promised to teach her, and suddenly said:

"The old senior is actually very powerful. When he was young, he was also a legend in Chang'an. He has many stories." Ouyang Rong nodded: "I can see that."

Rong Zhen glanced at Ouyang Rong's unsurprised expression, shook his head slightly and said nothing more, perhaps thinking that he was just being polite.

However, she didn't know that Ouyang Rong had already discovered the identity of the old musician's swordsman.

How could the experience of such a senior swordsman, who worked as a musician in the palaces of Chang'an and Luoyang, not be legendary?

As they approached the farewell site, Ouyang Rong turned around and asked:
"So what did you promise the old musician?"

Rong Zhen sighed softly:
"It's actually very simple. He told us not to make a big fuss to have Wutong County in Cangzhou welcome him, nor to tell his hometown. We should keep everything simple and treat him as an ordinary person who left home at a young age and returned home... In addition, the most important point is... no one in the court, including the Imperial Observatory, can go to see him again."

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips.

Rong Zhen turned around and said, "You sent Wang Caozhi away today. Come to think of it, quite a few people have left recently."

Ouyang Rong asked: "Who else, besides Mr. Yu?"

Rong Zhen said softly, "Princess Anhui."

Ouyang Rong immediately asked: "The princess wants to return to the capital?"

"Yeah, about the same." Rong Zhen said softly, "Maybe he'll leave before the celebration."

Ouyang Rong asked calmly, "Why are you leaving so early? Why aren't you joining the celebration?"

Rong Zhen shook his head:

"Maybe he's afraid of being hurt by the past. What happened with the Xingzi Lake Buddha...Now that the Donglin Buddha has landed, there's no need to stay any longer."

Ouyang Rong was silent.

After an incense stick of time, the two parted outside the Xunyang Grottoes. Before leaving, Ouyang Rong asked jokingly:
"Isn't it possible that the princess is afraid that something might happen on the day of the celebration?"

Rong Zhen shook his head.

Ouyang Rong heard her indifferent tone: "What could be the matter?"

Ouyang Rong took a boat back to the south bank and returned to Xunyang City.

The boat on the river slowly sailed away from the foggy area. After realizing that they had left this area, Ouyang Rong took out the "rusty" Yunmeng Order from his arms and looked at it carefully under the light.

I saw that the rust that was originally all over it was gradually disappearing, restoring the luster of the bronze material.

Ouyang Rong murmured to himself:
"It really restrains the Yunmeng Order. In addition... will the old senior play the piano music again? It seems that I have to go there that day. This may be the only chance to hear the Lotus Boat Music... Whether Emperor Wen can master the sword art perfectly depends on it..."

……

Holding an oil lamp in his hand, Rong Zhen returned alone to the bamboo house where he had had dinner not long ago.

The hunched figure of the old musician appeared at the door.

Under the cover of night, he sat on the doorstep, holding a one-stringed wooden harp in his arms.

The piano sounds mournful.

The old musician seemed to have his eyes closed.

When the girl in palace dress walked into the bamboo courtyard, he spoke to the sound of the zither:
"On the day of the celebration, I will leave the music inside the Buddha statue. After playing it for the last time, I will leave. Whether you can comprehend it later depends on your luck."

"Okay, at worst I'll just listen to it a thousand times in the temple."

Rong Zhen rolled up her sleeves and walked past the old musician into the house.

The old musician suddenly said, "You girl, it's too obvious."

"What's obvious?"

The old musician sighed, "Don't end up like Miss Song, being infatuated for the rest of your life."

Rong Zhen shook his head: "I don't know what the old senior is talking about."

The old musician sighed, "You are so obsessed with appearances, how can you break it?"

Rong Zhen turned around and asked, "If I don't break this appearance, I won't be able to understand the sound of the zither?"

The old musician shook his head:
"You asked this question because it means that one's character has his own obsession. If one has an obsession, it is difficult to break it. You can't even break this obsession, and you still want to break the sound of my piano?"

Rong Zhen frowned and asked:
"Old senior, what is the true meaning of Emperor Wen's sword technique? Why is your piano music different from the one recorded in our Sitianjian?"

The old musician smiled gently:
"Why do you have to be so persistent about this? What you heard is what it is, Rong girl, why do you doubt yourself and insist on finding the most correct answer? Is there definitely a most correct answer in this world?"

Rong Zhen shook his head: "The Great God of Destiny said that seeking the truth is never wrong."

The old musician was silent for a while, and said softly:

"Emperor Wen's sword tactics have always been the sound of the zither, but the sound of the zither is different in each generation. The sound of the zither is determined by the sword master.

"It was once the sound of prosperity, and it was also the song of war and slaughter... Now, in my hands, it is more like a song that only those who are stranded in the world can understand... It is a song that is both optimistic and cheerful, but also lonely and desolate. Prosperity, slaughter, and obsession, what do they have to do with me? Rong girl, don't you think so?"

Rong Zhen frowned: "So it was you, old senior, who changed the tune without permission? What was the previous tune, prosperity? Killing? Maybe it's easier for me to understand."

The old musician twitched his lips, waved his hand and said:
"Forget it, it's like playing the lute to a cow. There are some emotions that you little kids won't understand. By the time you understand, it will be too late. Don't regret it then."

The old musician was about to go back to his room when he remembered something and asked:

"By the way, last time I heard you say that Scholar Ouyang Xiao knows my music and he taught you. Is that true?"

Rong Zhen nodded, then shook his head:

"Ouyang Lianghan only knows how to play, but he doesn't understand the essence of it."

The old musician laughed and said:
"But he is more perceptive than you."

Rong Zhen suddenly said, "I've never seen anyone so stupid."

The old musician was stunned for a moment, and then he burst into laughter.

……

late at night.

There is a solitary lamp in the study of Yinbingzhai.

Ye Weilai had fallen asleep.

It is late spring and the temperature is not that low after nightfall.

Ouyang Rong habitually wore a coat and sat at the desk, supporting his chin with both hands.

There was a sky-burning thunder placed in front of him.

The Burning Sky Thunder had been disassembled. Ouyang Rong caught some of the Burning Sky Dragon Oil in a small porcelain cup and examined it under the light.

The liquid in the cup is green.

He poured the Burning Sky Dragon Oil into a larger pen wash basin.

He simply reached out, picked up the lamp, and lit the Burning Sky Dragon Oil inside.

A faint green light bloomed before his eyes.

Completely different from the orange light of the candle next to it.

Ouyang Rong squinted his eyes, took out a piece of rice paper and threw it in, and the fire became even more intense.

He discovered very early on that this Burning Sky Dragon Oil was very special. Not only did it have a strong attachment to flames and great power, but it could also float on the water and would not be easily extinguished by water.

It is a must-have item for killing people, robbing goods and destroying corpses.

Previously, Ouyang Rong had planned to use it to block the river and resist the rebels in the southwest, but after what happened to Zhu Lingxu and his son, he ultimately did not use it.

Ouyang Rong observed for a while and found that no thick smoke appeared after throwing the rice paper in.

"It burns so cleanly?"

He began to have some doubts.

Generally, when a fire occurs, in addition to high temperature and lack of oxygen, thick smoke containing toxic gases is also a major killer. However, the Burning Sky Dragon Oil is better. It may be burned too cleanly and it seems that no thick smoke is produced. Although this is very suitable for burning corpses and can deal with them cleanly, the lack of thick smoke means that a major killing weapon is lost after all.

After a moment of regret, Ouyang Rong suddenly thought of Master Zhong Ma who was trapped in the Pure Land Palace.

He was suffocated to death by the thick black smoke produced by the Donglin Temple fire on the ground.

If it was the Burning Sky Dragon Oil that was burning Donglin Temple at that time, Master Zhong Ma would probably have felt much better in the underground palace.

Although it was a joke from hell, Ouyang Rong did not laugh and thus preserved his merit.

After a moment, he narrowed his eyes slightly, not knowing what he was thinking of.

"If it can be this way, why not that way?"

(End of this chapter)