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The candles on the table were burning halfway, and occasionally there were crackling sounds.
Ouyang Rong sat down again, closed his eyes and rested.
Adjust your breathing and calm down.
He first entered the Merit Tower and glanced at the little wooden fish.
【Merit: 4,291】
This is the merit that the Twin Peaks Battle destroyed the Buddha and then fought the sky thunder. It is considered a net increase. When the merit accumulated before the war was destroyed, all the merits were used up by Cui Hao.
But if you think about it carefully, the collapse of the four Buddha statues and the Tianshu Song of Demons, including the Donglin Buddha, has soared, but the merits of the rise are not as exaggerated as a massive amount. Logically speaking, this should have a huge impact...
But then again, to be precise, this is what Cui Hao does and it is also Cui Hao's hobby. At most, he is just an accomplice, so it is reasonable not to take up the big deal.
After a while, Ouyang Rong opened his eyes and took out the Mo family sword box and other objects.
Finally, I have time to count.
First of all, two newly obtained precious magic weapons were confiscated in the battle between the Shuangfengshen.
A picture of Peach Blossom Land... [Wanshi] The only fake tripod sword that exists in existence, the two axles are made of blood bronze.
A string of eighteen-seeded Buddhist beads... Cui Hao stole the formation and destroyed the four great Buddhas and Tianshu in front of the four directions. He used all the secret gold on the field to cast the fake tripod sword, which could call the golden sword energy of the [Emperor Wen].
Now, the Great Buddha in the Four Directions and the Great Zhou Songde Tianshu have been destroyed. This is also the only fake tripod sword that has survived in the world. It has a special meaning.
In addition to these, there are also a string of cracked sandalwood Buddhist beads and a wooden lute.
The former was awarded to him by the saint, and its predecessor was Lin Cheng.
Although he could only "avoid death once", he was used up when his vest fell off and fled the spikes that morning, but Ouyang Rong did not discard it.
Because he remembered something.
Since there is secret gold in the fake tripod of [Emperor Wen], is there a small amount of secret gold in this string of cracked wooden Buddhist beads?
However, Cui Hao left early after the battle, and time was tight, so Ouyang Rong didn't have time to ask.
If this inference is true, if the sandalwood Buddhist beads wrap secret gold, it means that it can be recast into a fake cauldron.
It is hard to say that it can be reused and acted as a fake tripod of his natal tripod sword [craftsman].
Let’s put away the Buddhist beads for the time being.
He looked at the wooden lute.
The old musician gave it to him before leaving.
Ouyang Rong put the pipa close to the lights and looked at it carefully.
I found it to be relatively new and ordinary. Combined with the fact that the old musician came from a carpenter's family, it seems that it was handmade by the old man.
When the old musician was in Xunyang City, he seemed to like listening to the pipa in Xunyang Tower.
Ouyang Rong withdrew his thoughts, injected some spiritual energy, and then pulled the strings and played them for a while... he didn't see any clues.
The wooden pipa was placed aside.
He was in a daze and remembered the words of "the harmony of the zither" of Huaimin, who didn't open the pot of the Japanese yen.
Ouyang Rong shook his head.
This old boy is such a crow's mouth.
After looking at the new thing "besides the white sturgeon swaying in the yard", Ouyang Rong turned his eyes to his old friend Mo's sword box.
With a click.
The sword box opens.
He reached into the box, and the silver-white arc wrapped around his fingers, spreading his right arm along his right palm, and hairs stood up.
It is the thunder spirit gossip that the monks of Thunder Dharma dream of.
Apart from a little numbing touch, Ouyang Rong's right palm was safe and sound.
There was only a lonely lamp in the house, and I saw a young man in Confucian shirt taking out several objects from the box one by one:
Night pearl, mirage beast mask, square face, red lotus sword seal, red black talisman, etc.
There was still one red and black talisman left, and the few spiritual inks prepared were used up by Cui Hao.
This is not panic. With wonderful thoughts, you can continue to exploit. There is no way. The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, the more you can only suffer the miserable miserable lady...
The Night Pearl is intact. Unlike the [craftsmanship] that experienced all the thunder throughout the whole process, it only withstood the thunder once, and it seems that there are no sequelae.
But that was the ninth level of golden thunder, Ouyang Rong felt that it was not that simple...
After taking out all the assets in front of the table, Ouyang Rong's right palm entered the box again.
A light flashed through the room.
He felt the state of [craftsmanship].
There is a thunder punishment cage in the box.
[Masterpiece] Can't move.
This is simply torture like a small dark room for the active little guy.
I heard some shaking swords in my ears.
Ouyang Rong pursed his lips.
This double peak battle caused a slight depression.
But there are losses and gains.
[Machinery] is trapped by the "thunder-punished cage" and cannot be used for the time being.
The sword-holder loses the tripod sword, which is like breaking the left and right arm.
The merits of the little wooden fish are also reversed compared to the more than 6,000 or 7,000 before the war.
There is also the identity of the owner of Butterfly Love Flower, and the Donglin Buddha was destroyed... The aftermath of the Twin Peaks Battle is quite a bit, and he needs to finish it carefully in the future.
This is a loss.
But there are also quite a lot.
The two fake tripod swords, [Emperor Wen] and [Wan Shi] all fell into his hands.
You can temporarily give him the [craftsmanship].
In addition, he also received the preaching of Cui Hao, the ancestor of the Cui clan of Qinghe, and mastered the suspected lost top Confucianism "Kuixing Talisman".
There is also the legendary Qi refining technique "Taoyuan Sword Formation" involving [Dingjian]. You can try to set up this formation for [Machinery] to remove the cage of thunder punishment.
Plus a floating white sturgeon that is not useful for the time being.
Ouyang Rong stared at the things on the table, murmured in a daze:
"It seems like I've made a profit, but in this way, the purple mist of merit will begin to be in short supply again..."
His palm stroked the bronze mask that looked like a fox's head.
"Senior Cui walked too fast and said halfway. The most important thing is that the Qi refining technique of the fox-faced sorcerer's Dao Mechanic has not been taught yet. According to what he said, the Dao Mechanic is very special and weird. As long as the fake body of the corresponding Dao Mechanic Qi Refiner can collect the fake body of the corresponding Dao Mechanic Qi Refiner, the Dantian can imitate the spiritual energy of the corresponding Dao Mechanic and activate the Qi refining technique of the Dao Mechanic.
"It means that if the mirage beast has a fake body of a Taoist priest in the mask, it can save the purple mist of merit and directly use the order of surrendering God. This Kuixing Talisman is also a Confucianism of the human Taoist vein. Now using it can only make the purple mist of merit on the top.
"But these two fake tripod swords are always here to avoid the spiritual energy of the Qi Refiners of each Daozhi. The spiritual energy of the Human Daozhi can be activated by the sword, but it consumes a lot. If the seventh-grade dantian is exhausted, you still need to use the purple mist of merit to replace it."
Ouyang Rong had a little headache and muttered:
"Why do you feel that these more than four thousand merits are not enough? They are a little bit overwhelmed, and they are gone, not to mention that you have to often reserve three thousand merits for the God-Subduing Order to be the finale. Next time you wake up Senior Cui again, it will be more costly..."
He rubbed his face.
Staring at the things on the table, quiet for a long time, at a certain moment, Ouyang Rong turned around and immediately went to get the talisman paper.
After preparing, he buried his head in drawing a Kuixing Talisman.
In the merit tower, the merits on the small wooden fish disappeared by a hundred times.
At the same time, a ray of purple light flashed across the Kuixing Talisman, and the talisman paper shot into the bronze scroll lying quietly on the table with a "swoosh".
The scroll slowly spreads out silently.
There are some "wrinkles" appearing on the drawing paper.
Ouyang Rong learned from Cui Hao that day and tried to put Night Pearl, Bronze Mask, Gold Mask and other objects into them one by one.
I saw that the paper surface was like the water surface, and all things sank into it one by one, each containing something, and a ripple.
In addition, he also saw that ink paintings corresponding to the objects appeared in the Peach Blossom Land in the painting.
Ouyang Rong showed joy on his face.
It really works.
He studied again, consumed some of his merits, and finally came up with the rule. The space in this painting was probably as big as the wardrobe where Miao Si lived before.
Anything except living things can be stored.
It is more convenient than hiding objects in the sword box.
It just happens to allow the sword box to be freed.
I don’t know if this space painting technique was stolen by Cui Hao.
Anyway, it's his now.
At this time, a sound of footsteps came from outside.
It seems that a group of people's yard met and talked outside.
Ouyang Rong's ears moved, hid everything, and put on his clothes to go out.
At the gate of the courtyard, a group of maids left with an empty plate, leaving behind a beautiful figure of a beautiful little girl.
Qianying was admitted to the hospital alone.
Ouyang Rong said unexpectedly: "Rong Zhen?"
Rong Zhen's face was plain, her hair was wet, she didn't wear a hairpin, and her little face still had a faint pink color after taking a shower.
It's like a lotus emerges from clear water.
She was wearing an elegant snow-white nightgown, with a clean fragrance of soap, passing by Ouyang Rong.
He held a small bag on his arm and held a bowl of misty soup flat with his right hand.
He walked into his room without any notice, stood by the desk, and looked around his left and right.
Ouyang Rong was about to ask a question, but she said without looking back:
"I just sent it, they said that you told them to endure it before you were admitted to the hospital in the evening."
After a pause, she lowered her head and asked in a gentle tone:
"For this palace?"
"Um."
Her voice was even lower:
"I'm interested."
Rong Zhen turned around and looked into his eyes.
The atmosphere at the table was a little ambiguous.
On the contrary, Ouyang Rong was embarrassed at first and avoided his eyes:
"You warm up your body, and you may have to hurry up tomorrow morning."
She stared at Ouyang Rong for a while and raised her chin to signal;
"Print it for me."
Ouyang Rong turned his eyes and saw her long black hair that was wet on her right shoulder.
He took a dry towel, at least behind the woman's back, and lowered her eyes to wipe it.
Rong Zhen lowered his head slightly, held up the porcelain bowl, sipped fresh fish soup in small sips, and his long and erect eyelashes trembled from time to time.
I don’t know if it was burned by the milky white fish soup that just came out of the pot, or if it was electric when he occasionally touched the skin of his neck.
Ouyang Rong wiped it very carefully.
At one moment, my fingertips touched the girl's soft red ears.
Rong Zhen suddenly grabbed his wrist, and drank half a bowl of fish soup with pink lips with his palms trembling, and put it in his hand.
The little girl's always cold voice was trembling as slightly as Tang Bowl:
"The night is cold, you drink half a bowl."
Ouyang Rong held the bowl and raised his head, drank it all, and the warmth flowed into his stomach.
While drinking, I heard her say:
"I like your hairpin."
Ouyang Rong asked in a strange way: "Which hairpin?"
Rong Zhen had already taken out the mandarin duck jade hairpin from his sleeve. After hearing this, he paused, and his little face was puzzled:
"Who else can you give me a hairpin..."
Speaking of this, the girl in the nightgown suddenly got stuck, her eyes moved down, and her face gradually became hot, and a touch of intoxicating blush appeared.
Ouyang Rong shook his head with a serious look on his face: "I'm a little distracted and my words are random, don't take it seriously."
Rong Zhen bit his lip, buried his head deeply, tidied up his expression for a while, then raised his face and signaled the hairpin in his hand, with a stern tone:
"The Taoist patterns inside were your hands? Do you want to send them to this palace?"
Ouyang Rong didn't think much about it:
"Uh-huh."
Rong Zhen's eyes were as dark as the night, staring straight at him:
"Do you know how precious it is? The relics of the first generation of the lanterns in this prison were almost lost... You said you would give them to someone if you gave them, and you wouldn't remind them after giving them."
"Oh, it's good that it's useful to you, you can use it."
Hearing his unpretentious tone, Rong Zhen took a deep breath, and Ben pointed at the small bag brought on the table.
"You give me gifts to me, and I will give you a gift again."
Ouyang Rong glanced at him and asked directly: "What's inside?"
Rong Zhen's eyes were a little cold, his face was as cold as ice cubes. Ouyang Rong couldn't understand if he was angry for a moment.
"Isn't it just what you like? I'll give it to you. Don't bother me anymore, hum."
Before Ouyang Rong could speak, a sound of footsteps came from the yard.
"Governor Ouyang."
It was Qin Ying's voice.
Rong Zhen quickly looked around, hid in the curtain of the bed in the inner room with a "swoosh".
Ouyang Rong was watching and went out to pick up people.
As soon as the door opened, Qin Ying stepped into the room without noticed any abnormality. The first thing she said made Ouyang Rong's eyelids jump:
"There is news from the magistrate of Diao County! The whereabouts of the White Tiger Guards are the same as those of the prince and the others. One of them left at the 3rd morning, and the other passed by Longcheng at sunrise the next day.
"In addition, some people saw that the leader of this group of White Tiger Guards was a man and a woman. It looked similar to the portrait you provided, and it should be the Qianniu Guard Li Congshan and Caishang female official Miaozhen you mentioned."
Ouyang Rong's eyebrows were rising.
Chapter completed!