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Chapter 252 Merits skyrocket, first glimpse of sword intent

Inside the courtyard.

"Wei Shaoxuan" raised his hand, habitually supported his chin, and finished speaking with a smile.

Everyone was happy and nodded,
"Thank you, Master Six, for your gift!"

Ouyang Rong walked back without looking back, ready to open the sword case.

At this time, Boss Li approached his ear like a dog's leg:

"Sixth Young Master, look, after watching the sword, should we go down the mountain first to find Mr. Qiu, this mountain is dangerous, that Xie Lingjiang and the unknown Yue girl may come to the door at any time..."

Ouyang Rong touched his chin, glanced sideways at the unknown Persian businessman in front of him, and said leisurely:

"You teach me how to do things?"

"The slaves dare not!"

Boss Li bowed his head in fright. After a while, he raised his eyes cautiously, only to find that the face of the sixth son in front of him had turned cold.

"Oh, disappointment."

Ouyang Rong lightly stretched out his hand and pointed forward:

"You, you, and you guys, go down the mountain first, and wait for us at the old place, so many people follow, it's no wonder that daughter Xie didn't find out, it's like dragging oil.

"Liu Fu stayed behind, and together with my son, I waited for my adoptive father in the temple."

Ouyang Rong slightly bent his two fingers, and tapped the mysterious "Wei" tablet on his waist. Zhi Zhu was holding it and said:

"There is news from the adoptive father, he will come soon."

Boss Li was taken aback for a moment, and he exchanged glances with a dozen or so black-clothed swordsmen who were also accused. He couldn't help showing bitterness, and said dejectedly:

"The villain said something wrong, and I still hope that the sixth son will forgive me... Sixth son, the old place you are talking about..."

Ouyang Rong doesn't know where he used to be, but at this moment in the courtyard, he only needs to put his hands behind his back and squint at the groveling Persian businessman.

Sure enough, with a "snap", Boss Li slapped himself on the face, and said with a flattering smile:

"It's the slave who asked stupid things. Besides the house on Luming Street, where else could it be..."

Ouyang Rong nodded calmly, and Li Bao'er next to him seemed to be unable to stand the stupid thing, and looked away.

Although he didn't know the purpose of Liu Gongzi's arrangement, Boss Li hurriedly retreated with a dozen or so black-clothed swordsmen. Before leaving, he faintly heard the calm-looking Liu Gongzi suddenly turn his head in the back yard, saying something that seemed to be The words that seemed to be spoken to Liu Fu came:

"My son just got the news that there is another place nearby. It seems that there is also a sword art. When the foster father comes, let's discuss..."

"Where did the sixth son talk about?"

Ouyang Rong glanced at the backs of Boss Li and others obediently leaving outside the courtyard, and said casually, "Yunmeng."

Liu Fu couldn't help but glanced towards the direction of the Di Gong Gate to the south, his expression suddenly changed: "So that's how it is."

Li Bao'er looked sideways at the calm-faced, nonchalant person.

While quietly listening, she forgot that his wrist was still held by him, and instead thought carefully about the deep meaning of Ouyang Lianghan's nonsense and extra nonsense.

"Seeing is not necessarily believing." Then, let alone "hearing".

Li Bao'er suddenly remembered what he said just now.

There were only the three of them left in the courtyard, and Li Zong'er saw Ouyang Lianghan walking towards him as expected, opened the sword case pretendingly, turned around with a smile, and asked someone to "watch the sword".

Even if it wasn't the first time I saw "Arc" suddenly appearing above the small courtyard again, Li Zong'er raised her head, her pink lips and small mouth under the tulle still slightly parted.

Before the Qian and Zhou dynasties, the tripod sword could only be owned by the emperor's royal family, or those who were promoted by the world and the hidden sect.

Until, after the era of frantically searching for the tripod sword and sword tactics with the mad emperor, the tripod war between the Southern and Northern Dynasties ended, the great unification came, many tripod swords were lost, and there are very few who are still famous in the world and have definite affiliations, and all of them belong to the top power.

"Sixth Young Master, is this the Xinding Sword?" Liu Fu's tone was a little excited.

"How about it?"

Ouyang Rong narrowed his eyes, and together with the lame old man who was at the seventh rank beside him, stared at it against the sunlight. The cyclones in his dantian began to disappear one by one, but he asked softly:
"Aren't you a little surprised by its appearance?"

"This old slave is a bit surprised." Liu Fu was amazed, "I never thought that Lao Lai would be able to watch a newborn cauldron sword from a close distance. This is a mythical thing that is rare in the world."

"Then you stand closer and take a closer look?"

"Thank you, Sixth Young Master."

"You're welcome." Ouyang Rong said with a smile.

"Sixth Young Master." Liu Fu looked back reluctantly, and asked curiously:
"The old slave has heard that every tripod sword has a unique trick of the tripod sword, and the person who holds the sword has a unique skill, and every time he is promoted to a rank, he can master a set.

"Legends say that some of the Ding Jian's unique skills are ranged damage, while others are unrivaled single target damage.

"I don't know what the unique knowledge of the new Dingjian is. Now that the Dingjian is new, only the sixth son should know."

"Actually, I don't know about it at the moment." Ouyang Rong said honestly: "But I do know that the 'poor man' has the unique skill of the tripod sword."

"Impoverished man? Is it the sword art learned by the sixth son?"

"That's right." Ouyang Rong turned his head, looked at the lonely old man in front of him, and said softly:
"The unique knowledge of the tripod sword of the poor man is just like its name. It is like a poor man, who starts at the beginning, hides first and then manifests, and finally meets the strong wind, soars upwards and turns into a Kunpeng.

"By this time, poor scholars are no longer poor scholars, but they are still poor scholars. Because of this, although the emperor is angry, millions of corpses float and bleed for thousands of miles, but poor scholars can bleed for five steps when they are angry, and the world is nothing.

"This is, you can kill the emperor at the top, and escape from the world at the bottom, and you can be a humble scholar."

Liu Fu seemed to understand, and nodded in amazement: "Then how did it 'cut up'?"

Ouyang Rong nodded: "It's very simple, first spread the sword, just like climbing a height, wait for its momentum to climb to the top step by step, within 'five steps', all princes and generals will bleed."

"Cloth sword? How to cloth sword?"

"Here, like this." Ouyang Rong pursed his lips, and motioned for an "arc" floating quietly above the two of them.

Liu Fu raised his head, frowned and looked at it: "What do you mean...uh."

Three feet above his head, Ding Jian was cold, as if staring at him coldly.

The lame old man's words suddenly froze.

Turned stiffly.

Ouyang Rong turned his head to look at him.

The atmosphere in the courtyard fell into a brief dead silence.

Liu Fu's energy was completely blocked by a tripod sword, he was distraught: "Sixth Young Master, why!?"

It's a pity that no one answered him before the body was separated.

Ouyang Rong took off his mask and read out leisurely: "Go back and come."

The jumping body of the crippled old man disintegrated in mid-air at the same height as the eaves, and fell back to the ground piece by piece.

Liu Fu didn't even have time to break the neck of the "Six Young Masters" next to him, he jumped up hastily, and as a result, he was torn apart in the air, and blue light shot out from his body.

A clear blue "arc" returned to Ouyang Rong's side, not stained with any blood.

Leaning to avoid the fallen corpse of the young man, putting the mask in his arms, he nodded at the head of the dead, staring and angry old man who rolled down on the ground and said:
"See? This is the wrath of the underprivileged."

Ouyang Rong turned his head again and asked calmly, "How long?"

Li Bao'er bowed his head, lightly twisted his wrist under his sleeve, and answered precisely: "Fifteen breaths."

Ouyang Rong nodded slightly.

From fooling Liu Fu to watch the sword within 'five steps', to the craftsman finishing making the sword, and completely locking Liu Fu's aura...it took a total of [-] breaths.

This is the time it took for him, who was still at the ninth rank, to use all his strength to kill a seventh-rank Qi trainer who was seriously injured and broke his arm, which was quite satisfactory.

Going up, Ouyang Rong still doesn't know how long it will take for enemies of higher rank to "spread the sword".

Because the enemy type, surrounding environment, personal status and other factors have a lot of influence.

It takes actual combat.

But at present, the ninth-grade dantian in his body is full of aura, and he does not support a long-term "cloth sword" that exceeds fifteen breaths.

Ouyang Rong didn't know the specific effect of the "Transformation Golden Pill" that Xie Lingjiang swallowed for him last time, but he was vaguely aware that the capacity of his dantian was not outstanding, and the effect of that "Transformation Golden Pill" seemed to be not that great. Outrageous, there seems to be a discount...

Before using "Go Back Come Come", every breath of the sword needs to consume a lot of spiritual energy, and the further you go, the more spiritual energy will be drawn away, which is not a simple uniform superposition.

Take the killing of Liu Fu just now as an example. This is Ouyang Rong's third actual battle.

After the two qi-invigorating elixirs swallowed before filled the body with spiritual energy, there was still about one pill left.

And his dantian aura in a full state, which could only support ten breaths of cloth sword, should be able to barely kill an eighth-rank Qi practitioner.

The key is that the extra five breaths in the back are supported by a qi-invigorating pill that has not been digested: while digesting the pill, the spirit energy is released quickly, and at the same time, the sword is crazily consumed. During these five breaths, the spirit energy unexpectedly It consumes more than the previous ten breaths.

In the end, Ouyang Rong still felt that he couldn't make ends meet. Originally, he could finish deploying his sword at twelve or three breaths, but he had to wait for the release of the spirit energy of the qi-invigorating pill, which dragged on until fifteen breaths.

So this "fifteen breaths" has a discount, because if the dantian has enough capacity and the aura is full, the sword can be moved faster.

All in all, he is worthy of being a legendary sword-wielder, who is good at everything, but activating the cauldron sword consumes too much spiritual energy!
A certain person ignored his own uselessness, and threw all the "reflection" he should have to the tripod sword and Juemai.

Fortunately, just in case, a group of people such as the Persian businessman were deceived, otherwise they would have to spare their efforts to kill them, and the spiritual energy would definitely not be enough.

Ouyang Rong let out a long breath.

Turning around, together with Li Bao'er, they cleaned up the yard for a while.

Right now, his dantian's aura is empty again. After using up the two qi-invigorating elixirs he swallowed, he has healed [-]% to [-]% of his injuries, and he can move without hindrance.

Ouyang Rong rubbed his face and secretly assessed his current state.

He touched the small porcelain bottle in his bosom, there was still a qi invigorating elixir left in it, and he was going to use it in a critical moment, after all, this thing is rare, even the little junior sister doesn't have it, but she has good talent and a lot of aura.

Boom—long—!
At this moment, there was a loud noise in the southern sky, like the roar of an angry tiger.

Ouyang Rong and Li Bao'er looked south together.

I saw that in the direction of the upstream of Butterfly Creek, among the mountains, the original blue smoke was replaced by pitch black smoke!
Digong gate collapsed!
Ouyang Rong and Li Bao'er looked at each other, rushed to a lawn with a good view outside the courtyard, and opened their eyes to look at it.

"Oops!"

Looking from a high place, you can see the green mountains in the upper reaches of the south, visible to the naked eye, with a thick "water line", like a python, twisting through valleys and official roads, "Huh, huh!" The sound came slowly.

The soaring flood caused by the birth of the Dingjian finally crossed the Digong gate and rushed down from the upper reaches of the Yuenv Gorge. With the pressure of Mount Tai, it rushed all the way to the downstream Longcheng County.

But just when the people who abandoned their homes and sought refuge on the mountain felt desperate, this torrent of "giant python", which is unmatched by manpower, suddenly encountered a strange fork when it approached Longcheng County.

It's the broken wing canal.

I saw that as soon as this overwhelming torrent left the valley, it was quickly diverted by Xinqu.

Except that the first wave of castration was too violent, the follow-up water was much calmer, filling the new canal, but it didn't overflow much.

It's the Broken Wing Canal that's crazily draining floodwaters!
The original Butterfly Creek channel and the newly built straight folded wing canal are working together to quickly divert the devastating flood upstream.

In Longcheng County between the two rivers, except for the wharf and other places that were washed away by the soaring river, most of the other buildings were safe and sound!

The great flood, like a tamed beast, became docile and obedient in the eyes of everyone.

Ouyang Rong, who created all this with his own hands, looked dazed.

The people of Longcheng were at the height of Dagu Mountain, and they could see the scene below clearly.

All the refugees on the mountain did not expect that the Zhanyi Canal newly built by a young county magistrate could really have such a miraculous effect and be able to avoid natural disasters!

In an instant, cheers from all over the mountain came like an overwhelming mountain, and in an instant, they surpassed the whistling mountain wind and reached Ouyang Rong's ears.

Li Bao'er also turned her head, looking at him with complicated eyes.

However, at this moment, there was a louder voice in Ouyang Rong's ear.

It's the crisp sound of wooden fish that keeps rising.

Ouyang Rong stared at the broken-winged canal below turning decay into a magical scene, and suddenly felt emotional:

"Myths are born from dust..."

He suddenly remembered a sentence that the old craftsman said before throwing it into the furnace, which was left together with the real name of "Jiangzuo" of Xindingjian.

The scene in front of him today caused Ouyang Rong to fall into some kind of contemplation, and asked himself: "What is the real myth?"

The tripod sword is certainly a myth, but the Zhanyi Canal built by the people of Longcheng is another kind of "myth".It can easily resolve the flood caused by the mythical tripod sword.

And Zhanyi Canal was built bit by bit by a group of mortals!
It has the same effect as the old swordsmith who got inspiration from the humble female cobworker and cast a "ordinary" handicraft!

These days, not only the old swordsmith is forging "myths", but he, Ouyang Lianghan and the people of Longcheng, are also forging "myths".

Ouyang Rong closed his eyes, and in the merit tower, the green-gold merit value, in units of hundreds, skyrocketed every breath, and even made the fortune clock entangled with a rich purple air, it was difficult to digest the surge of merit for a while, which also made the outside , his eyes were slightly purple.

At this moment, there was a bright blue light flashing in front of his eyes, and when he looked closely, it was "Jiangzuo" who suddenly approached him, as if he was faintly attracted by the purple light in his eyes, and revolved around him, very clingy.

Ouyang Rong was taken aback.

At this moment, he has never felt so close to "Jiangzuo" and him, like a sword merged into one, and a certain bond is getting deeper and deeper.

A first look at the meaning of "craftsmanship".

Ouyang Rongfu was deeply moved, and suddenly blurted out:

"Not only do you inhale spiritual energy, but you also like my meritorious purple mist... my upright energy?" He changed his words and asked.

In front of him, "Arc" seemed to light up in response.

"Okay, you foodie, you've been eyeing it for a long time, right?" He murmured.

Ouyang Rong, who was originally worried about lack of aura and unable to use the tripod sword with all his strength, suddenly had a bold idea in his mind...

(End of this chapter)