No, gentlemen also guard against

Chapter 476: The handleless sword, Luoyang letter

Ouyang Rong, who had completely sobered up, honestly sent Xie Lingjiang back to Jingyiting.

Before they parted, he stretched out his arms to hug her, but was pushed away.

But just as he was about to leave in despair, he was pulled back by his junior sister and nibbled together.

It's just that someone's lip has another small cut.

After the beautiful lady left, the carriage suddenly became empty, leaving only one person and a sword box.

The sword box and the [craftsman's work] inside were motionless, as if they were dead objects.

After Ouyang Rong entered the carriage, his smile gradually faded.

He sat upright and looked down at the sword box.

Somewhat straight-faced.

The atmosphere was somewhat dead.

A certain little guy has never wished more than now that his master would ignore it, and that it would be better if he fell down and lost his memory and forgot all about it.

This death stare is so scary.

I don’t know whether it was following the bumps of the carriage or for some other reason. With a "squeak" sound, the sword box moved into the darkness under the seat, hiding most of the box body...

Ouyang Rong hummed softly and closed his eyes to rest.

When they returned to the Huaiye Lane mansion, they sent Zhen Shuyuan and Ye Weila away.

In the study room of Yinbingzhai, Ouyang Rong walked in after a tiring day and threw the sword box and several sachets on the table.

"Snapped--!"

Mainly the sound made by the sword box.

The movement attracted the attention of a little guy on the top floor of the closet next to him.

Miao Si stuck out her little head, blinked curiously, and looked at the returning guests in the room.

She saw Ouyang Lianghan lying on the seat, his eyelids lowered, looking calmly at the long piano case in front of him.

The long piano case lay quietly on the table, motionless.

It's like a child who made a mistake. After returning home, in the silence of adults, he also shut up and bowed his head in silence.

"Come out on your own." Ouyang Rong said angrily.

The Mohist sword box on the table was motionless.

"There's no point in pretending to be dead."

Ouyang Rong has a stern face:
"Give you a chance to explain again."

Still motionless.

From an outsider's perspective, Ouyang Rong seemed to be talking to himself about a dead object.

"Weren't you very capable of informing me just now? Why don't you say anything now? I know that you are close to my junior sister, but to be betrayed by my own tripod sword. This is probably the first time in history for me. I am quite honored."

The Mohist sword box swayed slightly, as if it was trying to defend itself.

"What, you said you are just bored and need some air?"

Ouyang Rong sneered:
"When was the ventilation not good? You were able to breathe when Junior Sister entered the carriage, but you couldn't sit still? When you secretly hid someone else's bellyband, why didn't you see your ventilation vibrating and notify Junior Sister to open it? You know how embarrassing it is.

"Now, just put a small sachet that doesn't take up any space, and you start to rebel and protest? Is it attacking you, or is it hindering you?"

The more Ouyang Rong said, the more unhappy he became. He leaned forward and opened the Mohist sword box.

As soon as a crack was opened, [Craftsman] slipped out with a "swish" sound and fled.

Ouyang Rong turned around and saw that it was already hiding behind a little girl in Confucian uniform who was peeking at her, hanging in the air and trembling.

Ouyang Rong frowned and walked over.

"It's useless for you to hide. Come down, I must teach you a lesson today."

Miao Si looked back and glanced at the pitiful, weak and helpless cauldron sword behind her. She opened her hands to protect the new cauldron sword. She nodded and said seriously:

"Ouyang Lianghan, for the sake of my face, forget it this time and spare it once.

"Is this little guy just born? It's normal for him to be ignorant. Little girl, don't criticize him too much. Besides, such spirituality is rare and should be cherished.

"If anything happens, I will help you educate me. Don't scare her."

[Arc] vibrates slightly and makes a soft chirping sound, which seems to express strong agreement.

It was a pity that Ouyang Rong didn't give anyone any face. He twisted Miao Si's collar with two fingers and put it aside while she struggled with her teeth and claws.

"Which cookie are you?"

Ouyang Rong held the blue arc between his hands, returned to the table, and sat down again.

Stuffed it into the innermost layer of the sword box.

Press firmly with your palm.

"Let's face the wall and think about it first," he said sternly.

The sword box buzzed, and then the sound of struggling fell, like a dead eggplant, listless.

Miao Si held on to the Taoist crown, jumped up on the desk, sat on the sword box, and swayed her two short legs:
"The mouth of a knife has the heart of tofu."

As he spoke, he tapped the wooden box body below with his heel and coaxed:
"Your master just said it, pretending to be angry, don't be afraid."

The sword box suddenly became quiet and honest.

Ignore Ouyang Rong who frowned at her.

Miao Si held his chin in both hands, looked at the sachet he brought back on the table, and asked curiously:
"Ouyang Lianghan, you are very lucky. There are so many sachets, can you wear them?"

"Go away, you little girl knows nothing about romance."

Someone who was in a bad mood today waved his hand and said angrily.

"I know this fairy very well!"

Miao Si crossed her arms and straightened her face:
"The books I have read are more than the salt you eat."

Ouyang Rong shook his head: "That's not necessarily true. I used to eat fine salt."

"You do not believe?"

"Alright, can you come down? I don't have time to talk to you now."

"No."

Miao Si shook her head, glanced at him sideways, and said in a complaining tone:
"Every time you come home, you either bury yourself in your desk or fall asleep. You haven't come to see me for a long time. Tell me, are you tired of me?"

"..."

Ouyang Rong was speechless:
"Who did you learn this resentful tone from? Don't talk about it outside in the future, or let others misunderstand you."

"What's the misunderstanding... Hehe, I just say that I understand very well."

"You understand, but can you come down?"

"No, I just like to be on top."

Miao Si took the opportunity to ask for a price and reached out to beg:

"Give me a sachet, I will use it as a bed."

"No."

"Why, you can't bear it?"

Miao Si jumped down from the sword case and circled the three-color sachet of goose yellow, orange red and lotus white on the table several times with her hands behind her back, exclaiming in wonder:

"Let's do this. Just tell me which one you like best and which one you are relatively indifferent to. Just give the one you don't like to this fairy to me. I won't choose."

"You teach me how to do things?"

Just as Miao Si was about to nod, he was flicked away by a finger, and with an "ouch", he fell onto a stack of rice paper beside the table.

The little girl in Confucian attire said dissatisfiedly: "You are so rude."

"Can you change the words?"

"Then can you not be rude?"

"No."

"Neither can I do that."

"Okay, I just think it looks like you have no ink in your belly."

"There was no ink in the first place. You squeezed it all dry, let alone the ink ingots. I even picked up the sachet and searched it. I will go back to Xie Yatou tomorrow."

"Go ahead and support."

"Ouyang Lianghan!" Miao Si's eyes widened: "You really don't want me anymore?"

"You said it yourself." "Okay, you have to make some compensation. I can't leave in vain and give up my position to other female monsters."

Ouyang Rong was too lazy to pay attention to her. Miao Si waved his hands on the desk for a while, then looked back at the motionless Honest Sword Box:

"Ouyang Lianghan, what is the real name of this new tripod sword?"

"Craftsmanship."

"The craftsman makes... The craftsman makes the path... The coincidence is intentional." Miao Si chewed for a while: "Interesting."

She asked again:
"It was just released not long ago. Doesn't it mean that you are the first sword master?"

Ouyang Rong was noncommittal and asked:

"So what about the first sword master?"

Wonderful thoughts:
"Generally, the first sword master is taken advantage of. Without the efforts of predecessors, it would be difficult to find the magical power of the tripod sword..."

"Huh." He shook his head.

Miaosi immediately asked cautiously:

"Hey, this tone, so Ouyang Lianghan, have you figured out this magical power created by the tripod sword maker?"

"Why do you ask so many questions?"

"curious."

"Then tell me first, didn't you say you have seen other followers of the Great Sword Immortal? Who are they? Do you know the whereabouts of some sword techniques, and what do the other tripod swords look like?"

"Stingy guy." Miaosi's eyes wandered for a moment, and she excused herself, "I won't say anything about knocking you down, and I won't say anything about it either. I will suffocate you to death."

"what ever."

Seeing that Ouyang Rong really ignored her topic, Miao Si tilted her head and said proactively:

"This piece of craftsmanship doesn't look like a sword."

Ouyang Rong suddenly said: "A sword is not a sword, and a tripod is not a tripod."

Miaosi touched his chin:
"Sure enough, after the cauldron sword came out of the furnace, these swordsmiths who made Taoism began to be more and more outrageous. The swords they forged were all out of standard sword shapes."

"What do you mean?"

Ouyang Rong frowned, then reacted and asked:
"Which Cauldron Sword Queen is it?
"And you mean that the tripod swords before it were all standard sword types?"

Miao Si didn't nod or shake her head, and whispered:

"That's a sword without a hilt. Except that it doesn't have a hilt, it's actually the same...

"After it, as you go to the back, the tripod sword made by the swordsmith becomes more and more out of shape.

"It's good now. This craftsmanship of yours not only doesn't have a hilt, but the sword body also only has a... a curved surface?
"Tsk, tsk, the killing is really neat. The appearance of the first few tripod swords is too serious. It looks good, but it still affects the killing power..."

Ouyang Rong was thoughtful and prepared to ask again.

The good idea has slipped away.

She took advantage of his inattention, picked up a sachet with great effort, turned around and ran away.

Taking a closer look, what she took away was a goose-yellow sachet.

"This smells like a bad woman at first glance. I helped you deal with it. You have to thank me for pinching it."

While muttering, Little Mo Jing hugged the "new bed", ran back to the closet, closed the door and went to sleep, and got into the new quilt.

Ouyang Rong curled his lips, no longer interested in teaching some little guy a lesson.

He stuffed the remaining sachets into the sword box.

"Let's see if I can survive you."

Ouyang Rong patted the sword box with his big hand.

Immediately afterwards, he placed the sword box properly and turned around to go to sleep.

But before falling asleep, Ouyang Rong entered the merit tower with his eyes closed and glanced at the little wooden fish.

[Merit: Three thousand eight hundred and twenty-one]

"It's finally gone up...Thanks to Rong Zhen and Ali, they all contributed some merit. Before, there were only more than two thousand left."

In fact, the merits that have been increasing during this period are not just these two items, but also other scattered income.

At present, he is in charge of two major construction projects: the folded-wing canal and the double-peak canal, as well as the Donglin Giant Buddha that will be built in the future.

Although after they are built, they generally no longer surge too much at once.

But it is a steady stream of money that continues to make money.

Over time, there is naturally a lot.

Ouyang Rong has now used the steady stream of merit points contributed by these two creations as the automatic blood recovery of the little wooden fish.

All in all, it is really refreshing to hold these two guarantees of earning merit and earn some merit in a short and quick way from time to time, and the recovery of merit is not slow.

Ouyang Rong took a long breath, exited the merit tower, and fell asleep...

Ouyang Rong had always wanted to find a chance to thank Qin Ying for his help that day.

It's a pity that we won't have time to meet in the next few days.

Soon, an important thing came back, attracting Ouyang Rong's full attention.

In the evening of that day, Xie Lingjiang came to the Huaiye Lane mansion and had dinner with Ouyang Rong and Zhen Shuyuan.

As soon as she took her seat, she suddenly took out an envelope and handed it to Ouyang Rong.

"Tan Lang, an urgent letter from my father."

"For me?"

"Ah."

Ouyang Rong took the letter and the wax seal was intact. He opened the envelope and browsed the letter paper.

Xie Lingjiang, Zhen Shuyuan, as well as Ye Weilai, Banxi and other attentive maids, immediately saw that Tan Lang frowned when he read the letter, then quickly smoothed it over, folded the letter calmly and handed it to Xie Lingjiang's hand. superior.

The latter immediately lowered his eyes and read the letter carefully.

A few moments.

"Another envoy? Sent by Empress Wei." She frowned.

"Well, according to the teacher, Master and the others have already spoken for help regarding the postponement, and His Majesty's confidant Caichang, the female officer Rong Zhen, has also believed in it... This is already one of the best results we have tried our best."

Ouyang Rong calmly picked up the rice bowl, lowered his head to eat, and said vaguely:

"According to Master, after receiving the news, His Majesty was a little unhappy at first. Later, perhaps because there were so many people talking, His Majesty did not say much and sent a lieutenant to come over to check."

Xie Lingjiang frowned:
"Who is the envoy? Do we know him?"

Ouyang Rong shook his head: "I don't know yet."

"Ok."

There was silence between the two of them.

Until Xie Lingjiang put down his job and couldn't help but frowned and said:

"According to past experience, the envoys are usually eunuchs and eunuchs. I don't know if the one who came back this time is Khufu..."

"It would be easier to say if he is the envoy of Hu Zhong." Ouyang Rong muttered to himself.

The two looked at each other silently...

Sure enough, within two days, the Jiangzhou lobby received official documents from Luoyang, as well as the court's specific attitude.

His Majesty and the political ministers agree in principle that the Donglin Buddha will be postponed for three months, but they will send a private envoy from the emperor to understand the situation and assist in the construction of the Buddha.

On the way here now.

"Mingfu, what does your Majesty mean by this? Haven't you already agreed? Why did you send someone here?"

In the main hall, Yan Liulang asked with a frown.

"So, I agree in principle." Ouyang Rong sighed.

"You're airborne in mid-air. Do you think you don't trust us?"

Yan Liulang couldn't help but ask.

Ouyang Rong lowered his eyes and said nothing, tapped his fingers on the table, thought for a while, stood up, and prepared to go out.

"Where are you going to Mingfu?" Yan Liulang asked.

"Let's go and ask Rong Nu Shi. She may have received the news and may know more."

Ouyang Rong said without turning his head.

(End of this chapter)