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Chapter 793 Tao Yuanming: Teach You a Sword

The old man carrying the flower hoe made a casual remark and silenced Cui Haogan.

Ouyang Rong nodded lightly.

As expected of a famous scholar and great writer in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, he spoke concisely and unpretentiously.

Ouyang Rong looked at Cui Hao.

Ouyang Rong had heard of his name. Because of Yuan Huaimin, Ouyang Rong had specially studied the history of the Northern Wei Dynasty. Yuan Huaimin was considered the national teacher of the Northern Wei Dynasty. Historical books said that he was handsome, intelligent, proficient in Taoism, Confucianism, metaphysics and Yin-Yang numerology, but very opposed to Buddhism. He once helped Emperor Taiwu of the Northern Wei Dynasty to unify the north and launched a massive anti-Buddhist movement.

Finally, he died due to being implicated in the "National History Case". Historical records said that the humiliation he suffered before his death "has never been as humiliating as that suffered by anyone since the execution of the prime minister."

The specific strength of this person is unknown and there is no record of it in official history.

Ouyang Rong withdrew his gaze and was about to speak to Tao Yuanming when Cui Hao asked:
"Ouyang Lianghan, you called us here?"

"Correct."

Cui Hao looked normal, still smiling.

"What year is it today?"

"The third year of Tianyou in the Great Zhou Dynasty, the fifteenth day of the seventh month in the Jiachen year."

Without waiting for the old man with the hoe and the handsome young man to speak, Ouyang Rong continued:

"You two have been dead for three hundred years."

Tao Yuanming murmured: "Three hundred years..."

The old man subconsciously touched his waist and found that he did not bring a wine jug with him before going out that day, so he had no wine.

Cui Hao kept smiling, shaking his sleeves, counting with his fingers like a woman, and a thoughtful look appeared on his face from time to time.

Ouyang Rong said to Tao Yuanming seriously:

"Today, I call you here to ask for a favor..."

Ouyang Rong gave a brief account of the situation, mainly to Tao Yuanming. Cui Hao, however, listened with great interest and took the initiative to join in. After Ouyang Rong finished speaking, he asked gently:

"Ouyang Lianghan, you know that this kind of forbidden technique is a big taboo. It is only passed down in a very small range and the conditions are harsh. Moreover, the forces that generally master this forbidden technique will only summon their own ancestors, or familiar ancestors, or at least one of them will be bound by them. They cannot be summoned randomly because the dead sleep forever and hate to be disturbed..."

Ouyang Rong nodded immediately:
"I understand. I am sorry for disturbing you. Please go back. I actually invited you here today. I disturbed you by accident. It is my fault. I don't blame you. Please go. I won't see you off."

Ouyang Rong spoke in an extremely sincere tone. After he finished speaking, he turned and faced Tao Yuanming alone.

Cui Hao had just said half of his words when he opened his mouth slightly and looked at the polite and courteous young man in scholar's robes, speechless.

Ouyang Rong no longer paid any attention to him. He had not been invited here in the first place. Not only had he wasted his merits, but he had also almost messed up things. Fortunately, there was the IOU from Little Mo Jing.

Ouyang Rong continued to plead:

"Mr. Tao, I have served as the magistrate of Longcheng County and have long heard of your great name. What I am asking for today is both personal and public. I am ashamed, but I do not regret it. I hope you can help me."

The old man carrying the flower hoe said calmly:
"You can get promoted, Longcheng Ling will definitely do better than me, but I'm sorry I can't help you, I'm just a gardener."

Ouyang Rong shook his head:
"It is indeed dangerous over there in Xunyang Grottoes today, but I know that you are not only a famous poet in the Southern Dynasty, but also the legendary sword master of [Hanshi]. The [Hanshi] sword tactics you left in Donglin Temple once saved my life. I am not talented enough, but I secretly learned a sword from you, and the sword is named Guiqulaixi."

As he spoke, Tao Yuanming and Cui Hao saw the young man in Confucian robes pick up a long musical instrument case at his feet and place it across his knees.

He opened the case and used two fingers to draw an arc from it.

The clear blue arc of light illuminated the slightly dim carriage, and the hems of the clothes of the three people sitting opposite each other were stained with a dreamy halo... Even though Tao and Cui were like phantoms of souls, the light of the mythical Ding Sword still fell on them, mysterious and profound.

The old man carrying the flower hoe looked at the young man in scholar's robe with surprise.

The handsome young man who looked like a woman had a pair of peach blossom eyes that were slightly narrowed, which were somewhat narrow and charming. At this moment, he was staring straight at Ouyang Rong.

He asked:

"Which Ding Sword is this? [Red Emperor] or [White Emperor]? No... This sword has no handle. Is it [Han Shi]? It doesn't look like it either. The sword light is different. Is this a new one forged by your descendants? What's its name? Which sword master are you?"

Ouyang Rong did not answer, but nodded to Tao Yuanming:

"As long as you nod, I will tell you my real name. Besides the Ding Sword, if you need anything else, please tell me."

Tao Yuanming was quiet for a while, shaking his head and saying nothing.

Cui Hao, who had been watching from the sidelines, suddenly spoke up:
"Boy, I can help you. You don't need the Ding Sword. What I need is quite few. You already have enough here."

The handsome young man looked outside the window at the direction of Xunyang Grottoes where there were frequent movements, turned around and pointed at two things in the sword case.

Ouyang Rong looked down.

They are three tubes of spiritual ink and a string of eighteen-seed Buddhist beads.

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but glance sideways at Cui Hao. Cui Hao looked calm and looked into Ouyang Rong's eyes.

"The dead do not like to be disturbed, but most of them also have regrets. Ouyang Lianghan, you only need to answer three questions for me, and I will help you once." The handsome young man smiled and added warmly, "I'm sorry that I just woke up and my mind is a little slow. I can only think of three solutions. If I were alive, I could list nine."

Ouyang Rong did not respond immediately, his eyes narrowed slightly.

At this time, the old man stood up, carrying a small hoe, and walked leisurely towards the car, as if he was about to leave and give the space to Ouyang Rong and Cui Hao.

Cui Hao watched with a smile.

Ouyang Rong was about to speak, when suddenly a little head popped out from his sleeve and asked:

"Xiao Rongzi, is Xiao Taozi here? What are you mumbling about?"

It’s a wonderful idea.

Cui Hao glanced sideways.

Tao Yuanming's back stopped silently.

While Ouyang Rong was organizing his words, Miao Si looked around the empty carriage and suddenly pointed at the sword case on Ouyang Rong's lap. Similar to Cui Hao, he pointed at something inside:
"Please lend me this mask. This is a good thing called the Face Reader. It can see spirits and ghosts. Rong Zhen bullied me like this last time."

Ouyang Rong looked and saw that Miaozhen was pointing at a golden mask, which he had seized from Rongzhen and the Qi-refining master of Sitianjian and had put aside for a long time.

"Hurry up, hurry up, let me check if he has arrived..."

Miao Si urged him, and Ouyang Rong was about to pick up the mask and give it to her.

The old man carrying the flower hoe suddenly returned.

He sat back in his seat.

"Xiao Rongzi, what are you dawdling about? Forget it, I'll do it myself."

Miao Si noticed that Ouyang Rong had stopped moving and looked at the empty seat opposite. She was unhappy and was about to jump towards the sword box, but as soon as her body was in the air, she was grabbed by Ouyang Rong and, as expected, was stuffed back into the sleeve by the scumbag's henchman.

Wonderful Thoughts: …? ?

Ouyang Rong ignored the little ink spirit's strong protest, covered his sleeves, and looked at Tao Yuanming:

"Have you changed your mind, sir?"

The old man asked helplessly: "How did you end up with such a bully like her?"

Ouyang Rong coughed and said seriously, "Actually, I'm not familiar with her."

Tao Yuanming shook his head: "She was the medium that you summoned me to come, wasn't she?"

Ouyang Rong nodded: "To be honest, it is the IOU left by the gentleman."

The old man carrying the flower hoe touched his forehead, as if he had a headache.

Ouyang Rong reminded: "It seems that she still has quite a few IOUs from you..."

"Help me settle the debt."

Tao Yuanming interrupted decisively. Ouyang Rong raised his eyebrows. Tao Yuanming tilted his head and looked at the clear blue [arc] with cloudy eyes. It seemed to be clearer. The old man continued:
"In exchange, I will hand over a sword to you before I leave. However, although there are some familiar things outside, your Qi Refining skills are not good enough. I will not be able to satisfy you with this sword. It may not be as good as expected. Be prepared."

Ouyang Rong just relaxed his brows, then frowned slightly again.

He indeed only has the seventh-grade cultivation level, which is also his biggest weakness today.

Ouyang Rong suddenly closed his eyes and took the opportunity to enter the Merit Tower, looking inward at the cyan and gold characters on the small wooden fish.

【Merit: 498】

Originally, he had 6,498 merit points. At first, he planned to use 3,000 of them to summon Tao Yuanming to descend, and then use the remaining 3,498 merit points as reserve spiritual energy, because the merit purple mist they transformed into could be used by the "Dependent Origination and Emptiness" magical power of [Craftsmanship] to serve as fuel for the Ding Sword.

As a result, he lost three thousand merits due to the mistake and summoned Cui Hao by mistake.

Right now, I have less than 500 merit points, so it is definitely not enough for [Craftsmanship] to make a sword.

Is it possible that I will have to consume my own energy again?
When Ouyang Rong closed his eyes and frowned, a gentle voice suddenly came from outside:
"If you choose me, it will be enough. I said there are three options, and there are three options. With the seventh-grade cultivation and these two items, it is more than enough. Well, I will teach you a few tricks by the way."

Ouyang Rong opened his eyes and found that the person who spoke was Cui Hao.

Cui Hao looked at Tao Yuanming with a smile, raised his pointed chin, as if he was secretly comparing himself with something, waiting for the old man to counterattack.

However, Tao Yuanming lowered his eyes and ignored him. From the beginning till now, after saying "I'm not familiar with you", the old man had not paid any attention to the handsome young man again. He only spoke to Ouyang Rong throughout the whole process.

Ouyang Rong even began to doubt whether these two were old rivals or something. How could they take over the business involving a dead person?
While Ouyang Rong was deep in thought, Cui Hao stretched out his delicate right hand like a woman and touched the spiritual ink bamboo tube and eighteen seeds in the sword case through the air.

He smiled and glanced at the twin peaks outside the window, then said in a gentle and persuasive way:

"Although you are a swordsman, your initial path is very strange. It is a niche path of alchemists. It's a pity that you did not follow the orthodox path of Confucianism. You can't be considered a pure scholar. But it's okay. I know a little about your alchemist path. There is an old acquaintance who is its ancestor. When the time comes, give me your body and I will teach you. This path is actually very interesting, and you haven't developed it well yet."

Ouyang Rong looked at Cui Hao and didn't respond.

Tao Yuanming remained silent and did not argue, waiting for Ouyang Rong to choose.

The young man in Confucian robes suddenly turned around and said to the old man:
"I am not talented enough, but I will teach you a sword."

As Tao Yuanming looked at him in a strange way, Ouyang Rong suddenly pointed at [Craftsmanship]

In the narrow carriage, [Craftsmanship] revolved around Ouyang Rong, and the sword energy overflowed like a dream.

This sword actually did not have much power, but as Tao Yuanming and Cui Hao watched, they gradually discovered some terrifying clues.

The power of this sword is mediocre.

But the spiritual energy in Ouyang Rong's Dantian was not consumed at all.

What drives this [Craftsmanship] to draw the sword is not spiritual energy, but another kind of energy!

Or, is there another kind of Qi that can be used? The higher you stand, the more you can understand the meaning behind it.

Cui Hao said with great interest:

"Are you angry today? Have you been suppressing it? This sword is vaguely connected to your anger. The angrier you are, the happier it is?"

The handsome young man who had been smiling all the time restrained his smile and looked a little awed: "Unheard of, you have touched the myth."

Ouyang Rong had a calm expression on his face, letting [Craftsmanship] circulate around his body at will, faster and faster.

Tao Yuanming suddenly smiled and said: "This sword is interesting, what is it called?"

"Dependent Origination and Emptiness."

Ouyang Rong asked very seriously: "After learning this sword, can you use it to your heart's content, sir?"

"good!"

The old man laughed and nodded, pointing at Ouyang Rong:

"I am grateful for your advice. I will also teach you sword skills."

As he spoke, the old man put down his small flower hoe, reached out and grabbed the rapidly spinning blue [arc] beside the young man in Confucian robes, and placed it in his palm. The shadow palm was not crushed by the sword, and the old man watched with a smile.

Cui Hao frowned slightly when he saw the old man and the child reach an agreement. At this moment, Ouyang Rong suddenly turned around and asked him:
"Senior, you can ask me three questions."

She understood what he meant instantly, and a smile appeared on Cui Hao's beautiful face.

After a while, he stopped smiling and remained silent for a moment. Then he asked softly:

"When did the Northern Wei Dynasty fall?"

"Eighty-four years after you were executed for your crime of spreading the evils of the country by writing the history of the country, the capital was moved to Luoyang, and was divided into east and west by fierce ministers, declaring the country's demise."

Cui Hao was silent for a moment, then asked:
"How is Qinghe Cui's current situation?"

"He is the head of the Five Clans and Seven Famous Clan, and is a prominent figure in the world."

Cui Hao showed no surprise and asked seriously:

"Okay, last question, today's almanac."

"Year of Jiachen, Month of Xinwei, Day of Gengchen."

"The conflict is in the south... The conflict is in the Gengwu..."

The handsome young man counted with his fingers, laughed suddenly, stood up, and pointed at the golden Buddha head vaguely emerging in the white mist in the distance outside the window:
"Today is a good day, it is appropriate to destroy the Buddha!"

At this time, a melodious sound of a piano came from somewhere. From the other side of the twin peaks, there were sounds of a roaring dragon, cracking cliffs, rolling rocks, and an old woman's screaming in fear.

No one knew what kind of horrible and violent things were happening in the Xunyang Grottoes. Yan Liulang and others who were guarding the carriage were shocked, and the Fang sisters were also swallowing nervously.

Inside the carriage, a lone figure of a young man in Confucian robes stood up and put the [Craftsman's Works], three tubes of spiritual ink, eighteen seeds and other items into the long musical instrument case one by one.

He held the violin case in one hand and stepped out of the carriage.

"Ming Fu, things don't look good over there, should we observe first..."

"Is there any wine?"

Yan Liulang saw Ouyang Rong get off the car for no reason, with a calm face, and stretched out his hand to ask for it.

"There is half a gourd of rice wine, but it is cold."

The young man in scholarly robes silently took the wine gourd, tilted his head back and took a sip. He frowned at first with sourness, but then a look of nostalgia and greed appeared on his handsome face, like an old drunkard who hadn't had a drink for eight hundred years.

He hung the wine jug on his waist, walked forward a few steps, and suddenly turned back and asked:

"Give me one dollar."

"One tael of silver?"

Yan Liulang was puzzled. He always felt that something was strange after Mr. Ming got off the car. He couldn't explain the feeling, but he still did as he was told. He went to collect some money from his subordinates and took back three pieces of silver, worth one tael.

Ouyang Rong waved his hand to refuse, as if he was talking nonsense: "One tael of silver."

The Fang sisters looked at each other, Fang raised her sleeves and walked out, silently taking out a string of coins from her bosom...all of them were copper coins strung together.

Ouyang Rong nodded, took it, put it into his sleeve, turned his back to everyone, and walked forward alone.

Yan Liulang, the Fang sisters and others stared blankly at the slender figure that was gradually walking away. He was wearing a green Confucian robe, with a wine jug hanging from his waist. He walked straight towards the twin peaks in front of him, where there were terrifying dragon roars and purple-gold sword energy.

Although everyone was afraid, they did not dare to say much and followed subconsciously.

At the front, the young man in Confucian robes seemed to remember something. He felt in his sleeves, took out a bronze mask and put it on his face.

The only thing he showed was a calm look in his eyes. It was clear that he did not have any anger in him and was very easy to talk to.

Today we are not alone, but three people.

(End of this chapter)