The old man carrying a flower hoe silently said something casually.
Ouyang Rong nodded slightly.
He is worthy of being a famous scholar and great writer in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. His expression is simple and simple.
Ouyang Rong looked at Cui Hao.
Ouyang Rong had heard of his great name. Because of Yuan Huaimin, Ouyang Rong had studied the history of the Northern Wei Dynasty. This person was considered a teacher of the Northern Wei Dynasty. Historical books say that this person is handsome, intelligent, good at Taoism, Confucianism, metaphysics and Yin-Yang techniques.
However, he was very opposed to Buddhism and helped the Northern Wei Taiwuzong unify the north and carried out a mighty campaign to destroy Buddhism.
Finally, he was implicated in the "prison for national history" and died. Historical books said that the humiliation he suffered before his death "is not as good as the slaughter of the minister."
The specific strength of this person is unknown and there is no record in the official history.
Ouyang Rong withdrew his gaze and was about to speak to Tao Yuanming, Cui Hao asked:
"Ouyang Lianghan, are you calling us?"
"right."
Cui Hao looked as usual, still smiling.
"What year is this evening?"
"The third year of Tianyou in the Great Zhou Dynasty, the fifteenth day of the seventh month of the Jiachen year."
Before the little old man carrying a flower hoe and the beautiful young man spoke, Ouyang Rong continued to say bluntly:
"The two have been dead for three hundred years."
Tao Yuanming murmured: "Have you lived for three hundred years..."
The old man subconsciously touched his waist and found that he did not wear a wine pot before going out that day, so he had no wine.
Cui Hao smiled unchanged, shook his cuffs, pinched his fingers like a woman, and thoughtful expressions appeared on his face from time to time.
Ouyang Rongchao Tao Yuanming said seriously:
"Today, I'll call you to me and ask for something..."
Ouyang Rong explained the general situation. He mainly talked to Tao Yuanming, but Cui Hao was aside, listening with relish and automatically participated. After Ouyang Rong finished speaking, he asked gently:
"Ouyang Lianghan, do you know that this type of forbidden technique is a big taboo. It is only inherited within a very small range, with harsh conditions, and generally the power of mastering this forbidden technique will only summon your ancestors or familiar ancestors.
, At least one of the bonds is bound to be bound, and you should not summon randomly, because dead people sleep forever and hate disturbing..."
Ouyang Rong nodded immediately:
"I understand, I'm disturbing senior. Please come back. Today, I actually invited Senior Tao to come. I accidentally disturbed you. It was my mistake for me. I don't blame me for leaving. Senior, so I won't send you away."
Ouyang Rong's tone was extremely sincere. After saying that, he turned to face Tao Yuanming alone.
Cui Hao was halfway through his words, opened his mouth slightly, and looked at the polite and polite young man in Confucian clothes, and was a little silenced.
Ouyang Rong no longer paid attention to him. He didn't invite him to come today. Not only did he waste his merits, he almost missed the matter. Fortunately, there was a little IOU from Mo Jing.
Ouyang Rong continued to speak:
"Mr. Tao, I have been the magistrate of Longcheng County and have long admired your reputation. What I ask for today is both selfish and public. I am both ashamed and ashamed, but I do not regret it. I hope you will help me."
The little old man carrying a flower hoe said calmly:
"If you can be promoted, Longcheng Ling will definitely do better than me, but I will not help you. I am just a gardener."
Ouyang Rong shook his head:
"The Xunyang Grottoes are indeed dangerous today, but I know that sir, you are not only a famous scholar in the Southern Dynasty, but also a legendary sword master of [Woman Soldiers]. The sword technique you left in Donglin Temple, once saved me.
My life is not talented, I have learned a sword from you, and the sword is worthy of my reputation."
As he said that, Tao Yuanming and Cui Hao saw that the young man in Confucian shirt picked up a long piano case at his feet and placed it in front of his knees.
He opened the piano case and twisted an arc out of it with his fingers.
The clear blue arc light lit up the slightly dim carriage, and the three people sitting opposite each other had a dreamy halo... Even Tao and Cui were in a phantom like souls, mythical tripod
The light of the sword still fell, mysterious and mysterious.
The old man carrying a flower hoe looked at the young man in Confucian shirt with unexpected eyes.
The beautiful young man, who was as beautiful as a woman, narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly, and he was a little narrow and charming. At this moment, he stared straight at Ouyang Rong.
He asked:
"Which tripod sword is this? [Red Emperor] or [White Emperor]? No... This sword has no handle, is it [Woman Soldier]? It is not like, the sword light is different, is it a new cast by your descendants?
What's your name? Which sword master are you?"
Ouyang Rong did not answer and nodded to Tao Yuanming:
"Just nod, and I will tell you my real name. Besides Dingjian, what else does the gentleman need to take action? Let me tell you what you need."
Tao Yuanming was quiet for a while, shook his head and said nothing.
Cui Hao, who had been watching, suddenly spoke:
"Boy, I can help you, no need for a tripod sword. I have very few things to use. You are enough here."
The beautiful young man looked at the direction of Xunyang Grottoes outside the window, turned around and pointed to two things in the sword box.
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 look at Cui Hao sideways. He looked calm and looked at Ouyang Rong.
"The dead do not like to disturb, but most of the dead do regret it. Ouyang Lianghan, you only need to answer my three questions, I can take action once." The beautiful young man smiled and added warmly: "Sorry, I just woke up, my mind was a little bit stubborn."
If you are not flexible, you can only think of three solutions to settle them. If you let me die, you can list nine."
Ouyang Rong did not answer the conversation immediately, his eyes narrowed slightly.
At this time, the old man stood up, carried the small flower hoe, and walked down the car, as if he was about to leave and give the space to Ouyang Rong and Cui Hao.
Choi Hao looked at him with a smile.
Ouyang Rong wanted to speak, but suddenly a small head emerged from his sleeve and asked:
"Xiao Rongzi, is Xiao Taozi here? What are you muttering?"
It's a wonderful thought.
Cui Hao's eyes were slanted.
Tao Yuanming's back stopped silently.
As Ouyang Rong organized the language, Miao Si looked around the empty carriage and suddenly pointed at the sword box on Ouyang Rong's knee, similar to Cui Hao, pointing to something inside:
"This mask is borrowed from this fairy girl. This thing is good. It is called Fang Xiangwei. You can see the soul monster. This is how Rong Zhen bullied this fairy girl last time."
Ouyang Rong looked at Miaozhen, pointing to a golden mask, which he had seized from the Qi Refiner of the Si Tianjian before, and was put on hold for a long time.
"Hurry up, let this fairy Kang Kang come or not..."
Miaosi urged Ouyang Rong to pick up the mask and give it to her.
The little old man carrying a flower hoe suddenly returned.
Sitting in the seat again.
"Xiao Rongzi, why are you going to be too late? Forget it, I will do it myself."
Miaosi found that Ouyang Rong stopped moving and looked at the empty seat opposite. Her little face was dissatisfied and was about to jump to the sword box. However, as soon as her body reached the air, Ouyang Rong grabbed him and was followed by a scumbag.
Retightened into the sleeve.
Miaosi:…??
Ouyang Rong ignored Xiao Mojing's strong protest, covered his sleeves, and looked at Tao Yuanming:
"Sir, have you changed your mind?"
The old man asked helplessly: "How did you spread the brink of her?"
Ouyang Rong coughed and said seriously: "Actually, it's not familiar with her."
Tao Yuanming shook his head: "Is it her who asked me to come?"
Ouyang Rong nodded: "I can't hide it from you, it's the IOU left by the teacher."
The old man carrying a flower hoe touched his forehead, and he seemed to have a headache.
Ouyang Rong reminded: "Sir, she seems to have a lot of IOU..."
"Help me clear my account."
Tao Yuanming interrupted with a decisive stern interruption.
Ouyang Rong raised his eyebrows, Tao Yuanming tilted his head, looked at the clear blue [arc] with turbid eyes, as if it was clearer, the old man continued:
"In exchange, I handed the sword and left. However, although there were some familiar things outside, your Qi cultivation was not enough. I couldn't enjoy this sword, and it might not be as good as expected. You are ready."
Ouyang Rong still let go of his brows and frowned slightly again.
He does have only seventh-level cultivation, which is also his biggest weakness today.
Ouyang Rong suddenly closed his eyes, took the opportunity to enter the Merit Tower, and looked inside at the blue-gold font on the small wooden fish.
【Merit: 498】
Originally, there were 6,498 merit values. At first, he was planning to use 3,000 merits to summon Tao Yuanming to subdue the gods, and then use the remaining 3,498 merit values to serve as a preparatory spiritual energy, because
The purple mist of merit they transform can be used by the "dependence and emptiness" magical power of [craftsmanship] and acts as fuel for the tripod sword.
As a result, the mistake consumed three thousand more merits and mistakenly summoned Cui Hao.
There are less than 500 merit values at present, and [Machinecraft] is definitely not enough to draw a sword.
Could it be that you have to consume your energy again?
As Ouyang Rong closed his eyes and frowned, a gentle voice suddenly came from outside:
"If you choose me, it's enough. If there are three options, there are three options. The seventh level of cultivation, plus these two things, it's more than enough. Well, I'll teach you a few tricks at the same time."
Ouyang Rong opened his eyes and found that the speaker was Cui Hao.
Cui Hao looked at Tao Yuanming with a smile, raised his pointed chin, as if he was vaguely comparing something, waiting for the old man to fight back.
Tao Yuanming lowered his eyes and ignored it. From just now, after the words "I am not familiar with you", the old man never paid attention to this beautiful young man, and only spoke to Ouyang Rong throughout the whole process.
Ouyang Rong even doubted whether these two people were always rivals, and that the business that dead people could be dealt with was able to be curled up?
While Ouyang Rong was pondering, Cui Hao stretched out his right hand like a woman, and touched the Lingyin bamboo tube and Eighteen Seeds in the sword box from the air.
He smiled and looked out the window with a sharp peak, and said slowly and gently:
"Although you are a sword-holder, the initial Taoist vein took a very strange path, a niche amulet Taoist vein. It's a pity that you didn't follow our Confucian orthodox path and could not be considered a pure scholar, but it's okay.
,I know a little about you, a sorcerer, the Taoist vein. There is a big acquaintance who is its ancestor. I will teach you the body when I go to. This Taoist vein is actually very interesting, and you haven't developed it well."
Ouyang Rong looked at Cui Hao but did not answer.
Tao Yuanming didn't speak, and did not argue, waiting for Ouyang Rong to choose.
The young man in Confucian shirt suddenly turned his head and said to the old man:
"You are not talented, so teach your seniors a sword."
In Tao Yuanming's strange gaze, Ouyang Rong suddenly pointed at [Mingzhu]
In the narrow carriage, [Machinecraft] rotated around Ouyang Rong, and the sword energy was overflowing like a dream.
This sword actually did not have much power, but as Tao Yuanming and Cui Hao looked at it, they gradually discovered a little terrible clue.
This sword is incredible.
But Ouyang Rong's Dantian spiritual energy was not consumed at all.
The one who urges this [Machinecraft] to draw the sword is not spiritual energy, but another kind of energy!
Or, can you actually use another kind of energy? The higher you stand, the more you can understand the meaning behind it.
Cui Hao was very interested in tone:
"You are angry today? You are constantly pressing down? This sword is faintly connected with your liver fire and anger. The more you are angry, the happier it is?"
The beautiful young man who had been smiling restrained his smile and looked a little awe-inspiring: "You have touched the myth."
Ouyang Rong looked calm and let the [craftsman] surround him like a joyful love, getting faster and faster.
Tao Yuanming suddenly smiled: "This sword is interesting, what is its name?"
"The origin of dependent origination and emptiness of nature."
Ouyang Rong asked very seriously: "After learning this sword, can you enjoy the sword?"
"good!"
The old man nodded with laughter and pointed at Ouyang Rong:
"I have been taught, and I will teach you a sword."
As he said that, the old man put down his small flower hoe, reached out and grabbed the blue [arc] that was spinning at high speed beside the young man in Confucian shirt, and placed it in his palm. The phantom palm was not stirred by the sword edge, and the old man watched with a smile.
Cui Hao frowned slightly when he saw the elder and the young. At this moment, Ouyang Rong suddenly turned around and asked him:
"Three questions can be said for seniors."
He instantly understood what he meant, and a smile appeared on Cui Hao's extremely beautiful face.
After a while, he calmed down his smile and asked softly for a moment:
"When did the Northern Wei Dynasty perish?"
"You wrote the history of the country with straightforward writing. In the 84th year after you were killed for the crime of violating the country's evil, you moved the capital to Luoyang, and were divided into East and West by the fierce ministers, and declared destruction."
Cui Hao was silent for a moment and asked again:
"How is the Cui family in Qinghe now?"
"The head of the five surnames and seven hopes is prominent in the world."
Cui Hao asked with a serious look on his face:
"Okay, the last question, today's almanac."
"The year of Jiachen, the month of Xinwei, and the day of Gengchen."
"Clashing against Masha Nan... It's time to fight against Gengwu..."
The beautiful young man calculated his fingers, suddenly laughed, stood up, and pointed at the golden Buddha's head that faintly appeared in the white mist outside the window:
"Today is a good luck, it is better to destroy the Buddha!"
At this time, a melodious sound of a piano came from somewhere. On the top of the peaks, there was the roar of dragons, the sound of rolling stones on the cliffs, and the sound of an old woman screaming in pain and fear, and the mess came.
I wonder what terrifying and intense things were going through in the Xunyang Grottoes. Yan Liulang and others who were guarding the carriage were shocked, and the Fang sisters were also nervously swallowing their saliva.
In the carriage, the lonely figure of a young man in Confucian shirt stood up and put the [Machinery], three tubes of spiritual ink, eighteen seeds and other objects into the long piano box in sequence.
He held the piano case with one hand and walked out of the carriage.
"Mingfu, it seems that something is not good over there. Should we observe it first..."
“Is there any wine?”
Yan Liulang saw Ouyang Rong get out of the car inexplicably, looked calm and reached out to ask for it.
"There is half a gourd yellow wine, but it's already cold."
The young man in Confucian clothes silently took the wine gourd, raised his head and took a sip, first frowned with sourness, and then, a look of nostalgia appeared on his handsome face, as if an old alcoholic hadn't drunk for 800 years.
He hung the wine pot around his waist, walked a few steps forward, and suddenly turned around and asked:
"Give me the usual money."
"Constant money?"
Yan Liulang asked, and always felt that it seemed strange after getting off the Ming Mansion, and it was unreasonable. However, he still did the same and went to join him with his subordinates and took back three pieces of silver, which was worth the same.
Ouyang Rong waved his hand and refused, as if he was talking nonsense: "Yi Guan Money."
The Fang sisters looked at each other, and Fang raised his sleeves and silently took out his usual money from his arms... they were all copper coins that were stringed together.
Ouyang Rong nodded and took it, stuffed it into his sleeve, turned his back to everyone, and walked forward alone.
Yan Liulang, Fang's sisters and others stared blankly at the slender back that was gradually moving away. He wore a blue Confucian shirt, hung a wine pot on his waist, and walked straight ahead to the terrifying dragon roar and purple gold sword energy.
Although everyone was afraid, they did not dare to say much and subconsciously followed.
At the front, the young man in Confucian shirt seemed to remember something, touched it in his sleeve, took out a bronze mask and put it on his face.
His eyes were only exposed calmly, and he looked clearly not angry, and he was clearly easy to talk.