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Chapter 792 Three Readers (Thanks to the six alliance leaders from "Plush Bear"!)
Ouyang Rong picked up the IOU at the feet of the frustrated little Mo Jing on the table with two fingers.

The sunlight filtering in through the window fell on the ink words on the withered yellow paper.

[My family is poor, there is no grain in the jar, I am not good at making a living, and my whole family has been eating porridge for several months, and now it is all gone. I borrowed two taels of magic ink from a female fairy to help me through the hardship. Please forgive me for the trouble. In the eleventh month of the Yisi year of the first year of Yixi, Yuanming wrote this]

The handwriting was in cursive script, elegant and refreshing. It was indeed a good handwriting. It also looked very familiar. It was the same handwriting as the fake Peach Blossom Spring that Ouyang Rong had just swallowed.

Ouyang Rong read it carefully and confirmed subconsciously:

"Are you sure it was written by Tao Yuanming?"

"Nonsense, that old guy wrote it in front of me, how could it be false? I have the best memory, no doubt about it."

He really holds a grudge.

Ouyang Rong thought to himself, but said:

"Then you also said that every time you fall asleep, you will forget everything that happened before?"

"Two different things. I didn't say I couldn't remember it later. I have to eat first before I can think about it..."

She clapped her hands on the table:
"How can you use your brain if you don't eat? Anyway, you won't understand even if I tell you. You little Rongzi who can only live for a hundred years... What's the saying? Oh, right, the morning mushroom doesn't know the new moon and full moon, and the cicada doesn't know the spring and autumn."

Ouyang Rong automatically ignored the noise of her little mouth chattering, stared at the smug little Mo Jing, frowned and asked:

"Tao Yuanming was your follower, why have you never mentioned it?"

"This fairy lady does not bear grudges."

Seeing that Miao Si spoke with confidence, Ouyang Rong could not help but take another look at the thick stack of IOUs hidden in her arms.

He couldn't help but feel a little curious about how many IOUs from his followers this little black spirit had collected.

Besides, she might have not only IOUs, but also a small diary or something, where she would write down all the grievances and hatreds she received from someone on a certain day of a certain month of a certain year, to remind her at all times.

After all, she doesn't look like a serious person, unlike herself.

Anyway, to be honest, this Mo fairy is indeed very petty, and Ouyang Rong had already discovered that.

Therefore, he should get back the IOU he had left with her as soon as possible to buy some ink sticks and settle the debt, otherwise this little guy would remember it for hundreds of years.

At this moment, Ouyang Rong was holding the IOU in his hand, and he had no idea what was going on.

"Xiao Rongzi, what are you thinking about? You look so stupid, are you planning something bad again?"

Miao Si looked at Ouyang Rong suspiciously, and then emphasized seriously:
"But I want to tell you, although I am born generous and easy-going, I am not a soft persimmon that is easy to mess with. I have, I have..." Her eyes rolled around, and she affirmed loudly: "I have great luck to protect me! Be careful not to be attacked back."

Ouyang Rong straightened his back and asked seriously:
"Great luck? What does that mean?"

She folded her arms across her chest and raised her chin:

"This is the experience I have summed up. Those who owed me, those who bullied me, and those who I hate the most... Anyway, they all had a bad ending in the end. Some were in big trouble, and some were in terrible misfortune. Even if they were happy and proud for a while, they all died in the end. I didn't even need to do anything, hehe..."

The young lady in Confucian robes glanced at Ouyang Rong from the side, giving him a faint look, as if reminding him of something.

Ouyang Rong was indeed listening to and pondering her words seriously, but after listening, he couldn't help but look at the serious little Mo Jing more, and couldn't help asking:
"When you say 'didn't have a good ending', do you mean that you fell into a deep sleep, and when you woke up, a hundred years had passed, and it seemed that you had outlasted the other person?"

Miao Si was like a cat whose tail was stepped on. She yelled angrily, "Xiao Rongzi, why do you care so much? You should listen to the words of the immortal woman who has lived longer, otherwise you will suffer."

After saying the improvised jingle, the little black spirit jumped forward, pulled the IOU back from between Ouyang Rong's fingers, and held it in his arms again, his eyes alert:
"This is my stuff. Why are you putting it in your arms? If you keep trying, it will all end up in your pocket."

With his hands empty, Ouyang Rong frowned at first, then loosened his brows and said seriously:
"Lend it to me, for emergency."

"Borrowing is cheating, don't lend."

Ouyang Rong tapped Little Mo Jing's shoulder with his finger and said word by word:
"I can write an IOU."

Miao Si had a blank expression on her face. She was holding the IOU in her arms and couldn't free her hands. She lowered her head and pushed his fingers away with her forehead:

"Go away, you haven't paid back the last one yet. This fairy lady has seen through you guys, old and young, all the same, before writing the IOU, you all swear to it, but once you get it, you turn your back on it."

"Don't use random words." Ouyang Rong said helplessly: "Also, I'm different from them. You know my credibility."

"Different?" Miao Si sneered, "The last person who spoke to me so sincerely still owes me a stack."

Ouyang Rong suppressed the twitching corners of his mouth, as if he didn't hear it. He bent down without saying a word, tore off a piece of cloth from the hem of his clothes, with a calm face, bit his finger, and wrote the IOU. In just a few breaths, a complete IOU was placed on the table, in front of the slightly moved little Mo Jing.

He said forcefully:
"Give me the IOU. I owe you a favor. I'll pay it back anytime. A gentleman's word is as good as gold!"

Miao Si looked at him who had just swallowed the paper and ink without hesitation, then looked at the shaking noise outside the car window, and suddenly asked:

"The decree of the descending gods from the Shangqing Sect?"

Ouyang Rong said nothing, but his silence was already a sign of agreement.

Miao Si turned her head and the air became quiet. She had already handed over an IOU, and her profile looked a little arrogant:
"Take it. I didn't believe your lies, but I believed Xie. Besides, you are my follower, so I have to protect you. Otherwise, I won't be able to explain to Xie in the future."

Ouyang Rong was stunned for a moment, but this time he didn't complain and nodded heavily: "Okay."

The little black spirit suddenly asked, "Xiao Rongzi, you won't owe it for three hundred years, right?"

The young man in Confucian robes shook his head firmly.

Miao thought of something and started cursing again:

"Every day my family is poor, my family is poor. You don't work, you are not a royal family, and you don't bully the common people. You resign every day and drink happily. Of course you are poor! If you are not poor, who will be poor?"

In front of Ouyang Rong, she crossed her arms and said unhappily:
"Hmph, after following this old guy, this fairy lady summed up the lesson and secretly swore that I would never look for a poor follower again. I would have to find a rich follower, preferably a son of a noble family, or a high-ranking official, the bigger the better, it's okay to be a little greedy, and take this fairy lady to eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks, hehe."

After chuckling for a while, the little Mojing tapped the corner of his mouth with his finger and muttered softly:
"As for the curses after his death, it's not my responsibility to bear them. Besides, if he is cursed by a bad official, it means that his official position is not high enough or powerful enough, so people dare to curse him. In the final analysis, it's because he is not good enough, and it has nothing to do with me. Hey, if I meet such a weak and useless follower, it would be really unfair to me."

She changed the subject and raised her face and shouted, "Little Rongzi, you won't end up like this, will you? You should take this as a warning. However, with Xie girl here, I should be able to enjoy the good life with you. Although you are also a poor scholar, it is already very impressive to be able to win the heart of a noble lady from the Five Surnames and to have a long-term meal ticket. You should keep up the good work."

Ouyang Rong: "..."

Ouyang Rong was a little speechless, so he changed the subject and pointed at the IOU in her arms:
"By the way, can we exchange an IOU for one?"

"Why change?"

Ouyang Rong was about to speak but stopped. Miao Si reacted and her eyes widened: "Do you dislike my feet?"

Ouyang Rong coughed, said no more, took the IOU, and went to get the remaining tea.

Halfway through, he suddenly asked, "You lent me the IOU, are you sure you don't want to ask him for the debt?"

Miao Si looked pure and innocent.

Ouyang Rong grabbed her with a whoosh and stuffed her into his sleeve:
"Then you wait a little longer. Don't scare him away. What if he finds out you're here and doesn't come? After all, no one likes to be chased for debt, especially one that's been owed for three hundred years."

Wonderful thought: "...??"

The little ink spirit immediately rebelled in his sleeves:

"Let go of me, Xiao Rongzi. You are killing me! You are the most annoying person in the world. You will die in the future! Don't force me to sleep!"

"Well, everyone will die, it's normal, just keep your voice down."

Ouyang Rong calmly put away the little ink spirit, got off the car, and seriously instructed Yan Liulang to drive the car to the woods ahead.

This place is close to the Twin Peaks, and Ouyang Rong is very familiar with the terrain. The earth dragon-like vibration stopped temporarily, but the purple light, sword energy, and dragon roars continued to come from the Xunyang Grottoes, making Yan Liulang and the Fang sisters a little nervous.

Ouyang Rong's calm expression when he showed up made them feel a little more at ease.

Arriving at a quiet place in the woods, Ouyang Rong sat alone in the carriage. There was still a little herbal tea left in the cup. He folded an IOU into a small square and swallowed it with the last bit of herbal tea.

I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect, but there really is a sour smell of feet.

Ouyang Rong resisted the urge to smack his lips and closed his eyes to recite a spell.

The divine decree was cast.

Three thousand merit points disappeared.

Become!

Ouyang Rong opened his eyes and looked around.

The surroundings were extremely silent.

He waited patiently for a long time, and everything was still normal... No, was this really a trick used by the Buddha to deceive people into believing in merit?!

Just when Ouyang Rong frowned.

A young man walked onto the carriage and sat down elegantly on the seat opposite Ouyang Rong.

With a smile on your face, without any hesitation.

This young man was very handsome, with his hands crossed and held flat in front of his abdomen.

Ouyang Rong lowered his eyes slightly and found that his ten fingers were pointed and slender like onions.

It looks very soft, like a woman's.

Ouyang Rong glanced at this strange, uninvited guest for a moment.

He lifted the car curtain with his fingers and glanced at Yan Liulang who was standing guard outside in a serious manner.

The blue-robed captain looked calm as he led his men on patrol outside. Not far away, the Fang sisters had also dismounted and stopped, watching them from afar.

Everyone ignored the sudden appearance of the handsome young man, as if they had not seen him.

Yan Liulang turned back curiously:
"What do you want, sir?"

"fine."

Ouyang Rong shook his head and lowered the curtain.

He got it.

He is a person who came from the gods.

When Ouyang Rong descended to Huang Feihong's side as a spirit, before he controlled his body, he stood beside him like a phantom soul and talked to him.

The people around could not see Ouyang Rong next to Huang Feihong. Only Huang Feihong himself, who was the container, could see him.

The carriage returned to silence, and the handsome young man stared at Ouyang Rong.

Ouyang Rong suddenly felt as if his whole body was seen through, and he felt very uncomfortable.

Before Ouyang Rong could speak first, the handsome young man asked seriously:

"Have you ever met a Confucian scholar?"

What Ouyang Rong heard was a sound similar to the word "Confucian scholar", but based on his sentence, it is not sure whether he was referring to a person's name with a similar homonym, or the commonly mentioned Confucian scholar.

Ouyang Rong asked, "What Confucian scholar?"

The handsome young man stopped talking, still smiling, looking him over.

At this time, an old man carrying a small hoe got on the bus and sat down next to the handsome young man.

The old man looked at Ouyang Rong.

He was rather tall, with a bald forehead and sparse white hair, but his face was indifferent. He carried a small hoe on his right shoulder and showed no intention of putting it down. The hoe was covered with fresh chrysanthemum petals and wet mud, as if he had just returned from working in the flower garden.

In the small carriage, the three people have very different styles.

But they all wore Confucian caps and were scholars.

The old man carrying the flower hoe and the handsome young man looked at Ouyang Rong.

Ouyang Rong was also watching them.

It doesn't make sense that two people came at once.

There is only one explanation, that the descent of the spirit using the "fake of Peach Blossom Spring" just now succeeded, and one of the two people is the owner of the fake.

He finally knew where the three thousand merits had gone.

I almost blamed Buddha by mistake, Amitabha.

Inside the carriage, three people sat opposite each other and the atmosphere was silent for a while.

Ouyang Rong narrowed his eyes and said:

"Who are you two? Please tell me your names first."

The handsome young man sat upright and said with a smile:
"My surname is Cui, my courtesy name is Tao Jian, and I am from Qinghe County. I served as Minister of the Ministry of Rites and Minister of the Imperial Court in the Northern Wei Dynasty, and was granted the title of Duke of Dong County."

Ouyang Rong thought about it, then became more serious:

"I am from Nanlong, Luling. I was a top-ranked scholar in the first year of the Jiushi Imperial Examination. I was a student at the Bailudong Academy. I am a gentleman known throughout the world for not being interested in women. I was chosen by Her Majesty as a pearl of the southeast. I am the founder of the Zheyi Canal and Xunyang Grottoes. I have served as the magistrate of Longcheng County and the chief of Jiangzhou. I am currently a scholar at the Xiuwen Academy and a minor governor of Jiangzhou. I am Ouyang Lianghan. My given name is Rong, which means to join the army."

Handsome young man: ...

The old man sitting next to him, carrying a hoe, listened to the long speech with great interest. He said calmly:
"I have forgotten who I am, and my last name, but I vaguely remember that there were five willow trees beside my house, so I'll use that as my nickname. You can call me Mr. Wu Liu."

It was so concise that Ouyang Rong and Cui Hao looked over and stared at him for a while before the old man continued to add:
"Neither have you two held such prestigious and long-lasting official positions. You once served as the chief priest of Jiangzhou, a military officer of Zhenjun, and the magistrate of Longcheng County. You later resigned from your posts and are now just a gardener."

Cui Hao suddenly laughed and pointed at the old man holding the hoe:

"I know you, I know you, hahahaha, you were a military officer when Liu Jinu, the founding emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty, was the general of Zhenjun. Mr. Wu Liu, your last name is Tao, your given name is Qian, and your courtesy name is Yuanming, is that right or not?"

He just smiled and said:

"I didn't meet you back then, but I have long heard of your great name. I am in the north, you are in the south, and I still remember what you said in your book: I learned to play the zither and read books when I was young, and I like to be quiet and idle. When I read a book and learn something, I forget to eat. When I see the trees intertwining their shades and the birds changing their voices, I am also happy. I often say: In May and June, when I lie down under the north window and feel a cool breeze, I think I am a descendant of the Xi Emperor."

Tao Yuanming nodded calmly: "I'm not familiar with you."

Ouyang Rong:......

Cui Hao:......

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