Chapter 708 Rong Zhen: I have never seen such a stupid person [4k2 update, please vote at the beginning of the month!]
"Ouyang Lianghan, it takes you so long to send someone off. Are you sending a Buddha to the West?"
The sky is filled with sunset, and the stars on the distant sky have appeared.
Xunyang Grottoes, in the pavilion outside the main grotto, Rong Zhen said expressionlessly.
Ouyang Rong walked out of the night, entered the pavilion, and looked around.
"Is there tea?"
"No." Rong Zhen replied firmly: "Where can I find tea for you? Also, I'm asking you a question. You said you'd come over after seeing someone off. Do you know how long I'll be waiting? If I'm busy with other things,
Just say it directly and fail to do what you promised..."
Ouyang Rong said softly:
"I came here right after seeing someone off, but I came here on foot."
Rong Zhen couldn't help but frowned and asked, "Did you come here from Xunyangdu?"
"Um."
"Why are you walking so gracefully?"
"I just want to take a walk." After a pause, he added, "By the way, I'll give Ali a holiday. He's also working very hard."
After listening to this, Rong Zhen felt angry and funny.
But after being quiet for a while, she looked at Ouyang Rong's face and asked:
"Are you in a bad mood?"
"without."
Ouyang Rong shook his head, silently glanced at the mandarin duck jade hairpin that fixed Rong Zhen's hair on top of his head, and added: "I'm not in a bad mood."
Rong Zhen pursed his lips, and after a moment, he took out a water bag from his sleeve and threw it to Ouyang Rong:
"No tea, but water."
Ouyang Rong looked down and looked hesitant.
Rong Zhen turned his head:
"I haven't drank yet...just don't drink at your mouth."
Ouyang Rong followed this sentence without any reason: "What should I do if I accidentally touch my mouth?"
Rong Zhen was stunned for a moment, then turned around and walked out of the pavilion, saying:
"I'm sick."
Ouyang Rong saw that the girl in palace clothes seemed to have very red ears.
He put away his water bag and followed without drinking water.
After walking for a while, Ouyang Rong looked more calm and asked:
"When will the old timer leave?"
"After the celebration ceremony, he also wanted to take a look."
Ouyang Rong was about to speak but stopped.
What he actually wanted to say was that you asked Mr. Yu to stay and wait. Otherwise, according to the old man's temperament, he would probably run away tonight with the bucket.
Ouyang Rong followed Rong Zhen on the misty bamboo forest path, and soon came to the bamboo house where the old musician lived.
Although the Donglin Giant Buddha has landed secretly, the strange white mist is still there.
This also shows that the cover-up to cover up the completion of the Buddha is still going on.
Even though it is already dusk, the white mist still fills the grottoes, and light rain falls from time to time within the peaks of the twin peaks, maintaining the humidity of the rainy season.
Having stayed in the Xunyang Grottoes for a decade before, Ouyang Rong was used to it, but now he went back to Xunyang City to stay for a few days and bask in the sun. When he came back again, he immediately felt the obvious difference.
It is estimated that only Rong Zhen, old musicians and other people who have never left Xunyang Grottoes are accustomed 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 is only one pair of bowls and chopsticks on the table.
Aunt Song, Yi Qianqiu and others are not here.
Another coincidence that came sooner rather than later.
The old musician, who almost succeeded in eating alone, looked at Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen, who had obvious height differences, and said in surprise:
"You two should be in a hurry and go to the kitchen to get the dishes and chopsticks. I've got a handful of bones, so you're welcome."
Ouyang Rong smiled and went out to get the dishes and chopsticks.
Rong Zhen sat down naturally and waited for Ouyang Rong to help her.
Ouyang Rong came to the kitchen, took out a bronze dagger from his sleeve, and looked down.
I saw that the bronze dagger that had returned to the white mist environment was covered with an extra layer of rust, covering the strange blood spots, and the entire sword became much darker.
After observing for a while, Ouyang Rong put away Yun Meng Ling, washed the dishes, and returned to the courtyard...
After a while, the three of them sat down, ate, and chatted.
"Mr. Yu, are you going back to your hometown?"
"Um."
"Where is my hometown?"
Before the old musician could speak, Rong Zhen answered: "Wutong County, Cangzhou, Lingnan Road."
Ouyang Rong nodded:
"It turns out he's from Lingnan, but his face doesn't look like him."
The old musician first smiled at Rong Zhen and said, "Actually, if you hadn't looked it up, I wouldn't even know the official full name of my hometown. I only have a rough impression and the common name of the village."
With a sigh on his face, he said to Ouyang Rong:
"I went to Chang'an when I was young and stayed in the north for a long time. The soil and water support the people, so naturally they are the same as the people in the north. Haha, it's a crooked theory, but it sounds quite reasonable. However, you still know faces, little scholar.
?”
"Know a little bit."
"oh?"
The old musician seemed to be interested and changed his sitting posture.
Ouyang Rong and Beiqi looked sideways at Rong Zhen who was biting his chopsticks, thinking that he had something serious and important to do. Who would have thought that the old musician pointed his finger at Rong Zhen and asked seriously:
"Then, young scholar, take a look at this girl's face and see who looks like a couple to her."
Ouyang Rong:......
Rong Zhen:?
After a while, the old musician, who was taught a few harsh words by the girl in palace clothes, calmed down and started laughing while eating.
After the meal, Ouyang Rong saw the old musician taking out a strange-looking wooden piano.
This piano has only one string.
The old musician played with the one-stringed harp in a childlike manner and said to Ouyang Rong:
"The first piano I had when I was young was this one. It was given by my father, a carpenter. I took it all the way to Chang'an that year. Chang'an was prosperous and charming, and everything was like a cloud. I forgot where I lost it. Before I left the capital, I
I've been looking for it for a long time.
"I didn't expect that now that I have come back to my hometown, I miss it so much. Xunyang has such beautiful mountains, water, and bamboos. I just couldn't help but make one. I plan to take it back. It's such a good reincarnation."
After Rong Zhen listened, he interjected: "Old seniors are happy when they are happy, but don't forget what you should do."
The old musician shrugged and said, "The saints have given orders, what can I do?"
He added:
"But Rong girl, don't forget what you promised."
"I won't forget."
Walking out of the bamboo house, Rong Zhen saw Ouyang Rong off.
There is a bright line of stars in the night sky above our heads.
Ouyang Rong asked: "What did Mr. Yu promise?"
Rong Zhen said softly: "On the day of the 15th National Day, the old man will play that song again."
Ouyang Rong asked: "The last time I visited Kuanglu Mountain, what were the seven unique poems and music?"
"That's right." Rong Zhen chanted softly again: "The bridge in the distance is clear and shallow, and the lotus boat floats on it. The Daiyan rock can hardly block the pine flow of the stream. From a distance, you can see the pear trees standing on the green mountain, and there is still the sound of the valley empty..."
Ouyang Rong asked: "It stands to reason that there are seven parts in total. Among them, the Lotus Boat Song, will the seniors be able to play it by then?"
"Yes." Rong Zhen nodded: "The old man said he could play, but he said that Lian Zhou's music has already been played."
Ouyang Rong's eyes brightened slightly.
But he remembered something and asked:
"So Rong Nushi pinned her hope of mastering the essence of Qi Jue Shi and Qin music on this matter?"
Rong Zhen didn't answer, glanced at Ouyang Rong, who had promised to teach her, and suddenly said:
"The old man is actually very powerful. When he was young, he was also a legend in Chang'an, with many stories." Ouyang Rong nodded: "I can see it."
Rong Zhen glanced at Ouyang Rong's unsurprised expression, shook his head slightly and said nothing, probably because he thought he was speaking politely.
But she didn't know that Ouyang Rong had already discovered the old musician's identity as the sword holder.
Such a senior swordsman worked as a musician in the court of Luoyang, Chang'an, and his experience could not be legendary.
Approaching the farewell place, Ouyang Rong turned around and asked:
"Then what did you promise the old musician?"
Rong Zhen sighed softly:
"Actually, it's very simple. He asked us not to make a big fanfare for Wutong County in Cangzhou to welcome him, and there was no need to tell his hometown. Everything should be kept simple, and we should just treat him as an ordinary young man who has left home... except that
In addition, the most important point is... no one in the court, including Si Tianjian, can ever look for him again."
Ouyang Rong pursed his lips.
Rong Zhen turned around and said, "You saw off Wang Caozhi today. Speaking of which, a lot of people have left recently."
Ouyang Rong asked: "Who else, except Mr. Yu?"
Rong Zhen said softly: "Princess Anhui."
Ouyang Rong immediately asked: "Do you want the prince to return to Beijing?"
"Yeah, almost." Rong Zhen said softly: "Maybe I'll leave before the celebration."
Ouyang Rong asked calmly: "Why are you leaving so early and not participating in the celebration ceremony?"
Rong Zhen shook his head:
"Maybe I'm afraid of hurting my feelings. What happened with the Xingzi Lake Giant Buddha... now that the Donglin Giant Buddha has landed, there's no need to stay long."
Ouyang Rong was silent.
After lighting a stick of incense, the two parted outside the Xunyang Grottoes. Before leaving, Ouyang Rong asked in a joking tone:
"The princess is probably worried about something happening on the day of the celebration, right?"
Rong Zhen shook his head.
Ouyang Rong heard her faint tone: "What can happen?"
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 area filled with white mist. After noticing that it had left this area, Ouyang Rong took out the "rusty" Yunmeng Ling from his arms and looked at it carefully for a while under the light.
I saw that the rust that was originally all over it was gradually dissipating, and the luster of the bronze material was restored.
Ouyang Rong murmured to himself:
"Sure enough, Yunmeng Ling was restrained. Also... Will the old man play the piano music again? It seems that I can't do it if I don't go that day. This may be the only chance to hear the lotus boat music... Can Emperor Wen's Sword Art be perfected?
To master it, it depends on it..."
…
Rong Zhen held an oil lamp in his hand and returned alone to the bamboo house where he had dinner not long ago.
The rickety figure of the old musician appeared at the door.
Under the night, he sat on the threshold, holding a one-string wooden harp in his arms.
The sound of the piano sobs.
The old musician seemed to have his eyes closed.
When the girl in palace clothes walked into the bamboo courtyard, he spoke to the sound of the piano:
"On the day of the celebration, I will leave the piano music in the Buddha. After playing it for the last time, I will leave. Whether you can understand it later depends on your luck."
"Okay, at worst, I will listen to it a thousand times inside the Buddha."
Rong Zhenlongxiu passed by the old musician and entered the room.
The old musician suddenly said: "Girl, you are too obvious."
"What's obvious?"
The old musician sighed: "Don't end up like Miss Song, who will be infatuated for the rest of your life."
Rong Zhen shook his head: "I don't know what the old man is talking about."
The old musician sighed: "You are so obsessed with it, how can you break it?"
Rong Zhen turned around and asked: "If you don't break this appearance, can't you understand the sound of the piano?"
The old musician shook his head:
"If you ask this question, it means that a person has his own obsession. Once he has an obsession, it is difficult to break through it. You can't even break the obsession, but 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 skills? Why is your piano music different from the music recorded by our Si Tianjian?"
The old musician smiled softly:
"Why do you have to insist on this? Why do you hear it? It is what it is. Girl Rong, why do you doubt yourself and want to find the most correct answer? Is there definitely the most correct answer in this world?"
Rong Zhen shook his head: "Da Siming once said that there is nothing wrong with seeking truth."
The old musician was quiet for a while and said softly:
"Emperor Wen's sword art has always been the sound of the piano, but the sound of the piano is different in each generation. What kind of sword master is the same kind of piano sound.
"It was once the sound of the prosperous times, and it was also used as a song for military battles... Now, in my hands, it is more like a song that only people who have fallen from the world can understand... It is both optimistic and cheerful, but also lonely and lonely. In the prosperous times,
What do killing and obsession have to do with me? Rong girl, do you think so?"
Rong Zhen frowned: "So you, senior, changed the tune privately? What was the previous tune, Prosperity? Killing? I don't think it will be easier for me to understand."
The old musician twitched the corners of his mouth, waved his hands and said:
"Forget it, playing the piano to a cow has 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 the house. He remembered something and asked:
"By the way, I heard you say last time that little scholar Ouyang knew my piano music, and he even taught you. Is this true?"
Rong Zhen nodded, then shook his head:
"Ouyang Lianghan only knows how to play, but does not know the essence of it."
The old musician laughed and said:
"But he is indeed more understanding than you."
Rong Zhen suddenly said: "I have never seen such a stupid person."
The old musician was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed heartily.
…
late at night.
In the study room of Yinbingzhai, there is a solitary lamp.
Ye Weilai has fallen asleep.
Spring is already deep, and the temperature is no longer so low after nightfall.
Ouyang Rong habitually wore a coat and sat in front of his desk, holding his chin with both hands.
There was a Burning Sky Thunder placed in front of him.
The Fentian Lei had been disassembled. Ouyang Rong used a small porcelain cup to catch part of the Fentian Dragon Oil and put it under the light to look at it.
The liquid in the cup turns green.
He poured the burning dragon oil into a larger pen basin.
He reached out directly, picked up the lamp, lit the fire and lit the burning 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 a knife of rice paper and threw it in. The fire became more intense.
He discovered very early that the Burning Sky Dragon Oil was very special. Not only did the flames have strong attachment and 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 and destroying corpses.
Ouyang Rong had previously planned to use it to block the river and resist the southwest rebels, but after the incident involving Zhu Lingxu and his son, it was not used in the end.
Ouyang Rong observed for a while and found that after throwing in the rice paper, there was no thick smoke.
"Is it burned so cleanly?"
He muttered a little.
Generally, when a fire breaks out, in addition to high temperature and lack of oxygen, thick smoke containing toxic gases is also a major killer. However, if the burning oil is poured well, it may be because it is burned too cleanly and there seems to be no thick smoke, although it is very suitable for burning corpses.
, it can handle it cleanly, but without the thick smoke, after all, it is missing a big killer weapon.
After feeling regretful for a while, Ouyang Rong suddenly thought of Master Zhongma who was trapped in the Pure Land Palace.
He was poisoned and suffocated to death by the thick black smoke produced by the fire at Donglin Temple on the ground.
If the burning dragon oil was burning Donglin Temple at that time, Master Zhongma would probably have felt much better in the underground palace.
Although it was a joke from hell, Ouyang Rong did not laugh and kept his merits.
For a moment, he didn't know what he thought of, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.