Miao Si didn't have good airway. He was originally drowsy, but now he is out of breath.

"Bring it!"

She put on a stern face, showed no emotion, and stretched out her hand to ask for it.

"What to take?" Ouyang Rong was confused.

Without saying anything, Miao Si lowered his head and went through the small purse in his sleeve to take out the evidence of the IOU.

"Hey, no matter how you walk at night, you can still pick up a few high-quality Han Lei ink ingots. Let's see if they are yours. Be careful next time and don't drop them again."

Ouyang Rong suddenly nodded, and with a smile, he took out seven Han Lei ink ingots from Prince Xunyang's Mansion from his sleeve and handed them to her.

"That's about it! Hehe."

Little Mo was slurping his supper delicately, and when he glanced over, he saw that Ouyang Rong was intently watching the food while he moved his buttocks, turned around 180 degrees, turned his back to him, and continued to eat Mo.

Ouyang Rong waited silently.

Worried about arousing the suspicion of Rong Zhen and his men, Ouyang Rong and others did not purchase Hanlei ink in a big way.

Prince Xunyang’s Mansion and Junior Sister also purchase them regularly according to their needs.

So sometimes, Ouyang Rong didn't owe Miao Si Mo ingots intentionally, but simply couldn't get so many Han Lei ink ingots to feed her.

After a while, Miao Si burped.

Ouyang Rong saw her take out a stack of small notes from her sleeve. The top pieces of the stack of notes were his handwriting, with words such as "Tian Bless the First Year" and the date when the ink was due written on it.

Miaosi turned sideways to hide from his sight, walked to the side, lowered her head, wrenched her fingers, pulled out two IOUs and tore them off.

I don’t know who the other IOUs below belong to, or where such IOUs came from.

Ouyang Rong vaguely saw the words "Yixi First Year" on an IOU below. This was not the year name used by Da Qian or Da Zhou.

Putting away this stack of small IOUs that were as old as old wine, Mo Jing, who loved to keep accounts and hold grudges, patted Bai Shengsheng's little hand, turned around, glanced at Ouyang Rong who had withdrawn his gaze, hummed, and reluctantly gave him a compliment.

:

"You didn't raise a young Rongzi in vain. He is the most filial son there is."

After saying that, the little girl in Confucian attire lowered her head and glanced at the piano case under her butt.

"Ouyang Lianghan, is there some movement here?"

She changed from sitting to lying on the piano case, crossed her legs, propped her chin on her hands, and looked curious.

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips: "Did you hear that?"

"What did you hear? My ears didn't hear it."

The little girl who was born weird shook her head, gently tapped her chin with her index finger and said:

"It's a feeling. It always feels weird and something is wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know. This is your sword. You can worry about it yourself. However, I would like to remind you that every change of the Mythical Cauldron Sword is not without purpose. You need to pay special attention to it."

Ouyang Rong squinted his eyes, and after a while, he sent this little ink spirit with a strong sixth sense to sleep.

After closing the wardrobe, Ouyang Rong came to the study with the sword box in his arms.

Sit down in the dark.

He opened the sword case.

Use two fingers to twist out one side [arc].

A clear blue halo flows through the fingertips like water.

A curved surface, as thin as a cicada's wing.

Like a dream or an illusion.

At this moment, [Arc] is trembling slightly in the air.

The sound of sword clanging in Ouyang Rong's ears suddenly became louder.

Yes it is correct.

But Ouyang Rong didn't understand why.

And there is a weird point, that is, when he calms down, the more excited the people around him are, the louder the sound of swords in his ears becomes.

If he participated in some leisure and entertainment poetry gatherings, his ears would be much quieter, and there would even be no sound of swords.

But if we were in the teahouse that day, or the study of Xunyang Prince's Mansion just now.

Li Xian, Junior Sister and others surrounded him with mixed emotions, and the sound of swords in his ears became louder.

Especially after the Wang family mother and son incident.

Ouyang Rong got along with them, even if he was far away from the sword box.

Far away in the palace, the sound of swords is still ringing in my ears.

It seems like it has a lot to say.

Ouyang Rong always felt that something was about to come out in the sound of swords.

But it’s not yet at the point where it’s completely out and ripe for implementation.

This was also one of the reasons why Ouyang Rong rarely went to Xunyang Palace during these days. He arrived late and left early at Jiangzhou Hall, indulged in poetry gatherings, and stayed away from official duties and people as much as possible.

It was too noisy and he wanted to be alone.

And a person with the sound of cicadas chirping in his ears can calm down more and observe the joys and sorrows of the outside world.

Under the moonlight, Ouyang Rong turned on the lamp and looked at the sword, silently listening to the cicadas, murmuring:

"Did you feel that 'qi', so you are not satisfied? You want to speak..."

But, how can one speak with a tripod sword?

Ouyang Rong said to himself at a certain moment:

"Sword Jue...Sword Jue..."

In a sense, the sword art of Dingjian is its "spoken words".

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips and came to his senses in a moment.

After taking a look at the sky, he first went to the Merit Tower.

I saw that the merit above the little wooden fish was still over 8,000, not much higher.

Ouyang Rong left the Merit Tower and put away the [Craftsman's Work] that he had been working on for several days.

"Golden body..."

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips as if he was remembering the difficult problem raised by Li Guo'er not long ago.

After being promoted to the eighth level, the capacity of his Dantian expanded and his spiritual energy became refined.

Facing the same seventh-level enemy as in the past, the time it takes for the returning sword to be clothed has been shortened by three breaths to only twelve breaths... and if it takes fifteen breaths, it can break the body-protecting Qi of a sixth-level Qi Refiner.

Endangering life.

So when facing Lin Cheng alone, Ouyang Rongbu's sword can break through his sixth-level infuriating energy and take his head directly.

However, Lin Cheng was cunning and it was difficult to give him a chance to deploy his sword. Moreover, Lin Cheng would not fight Ouyang Rong alone, and he would definitely try to sway him.

Rong Zhen would help him when she couldn't help it. After all, in her eyes, the owner of Die Lianhua was a common enemy.

But there is one thing: his Dantian spiritual energy is seriously lacking.

Because I have been stuck in the early stage of the eighth grade.

This was due to the lack of a complete sword art. He now only roughly understood the true meaning of the craftsman's work and could not summarize the complete sword art. As for the other new sword art, there were currently no clues to find.

So I stopped moving forward at the beginning of the eighth grade.

Even if you have the sword technique, to improve your spiritual energy cultivation, you still need to imitate the alchemist Taoist lineage of the Jade Lady Fairy, arrange a weird sacrificial ceremony, collect the spiritual energy of mythology and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and attack these Qi refining levels.

Sword techniques and rituals, two hard conditions, have blocked his current cultivation level, making his Dantian spiritual energy progress at a rapid pace.

So far, with all the calculations, the Dantian in the first stage of the eighth level, without using the merit purple mist, and spreading the sword for fifteen breaths, can only kill a sixth level Qi practitioner.

As for the magical power of the Cauldron Sword made by [The Craftsman], its dependent origin is empty.

This is not Dagushan. The only thing that can be mobilized to the greatest extent is one's own poetic style, but it is of little use.

Because one's own literary style has a weakness, each poem is outside the body, and it is very slow to communicate and mobilize them. It takes time to apply the literary style one by one.

As for Bu Jian, the most scarce thing is time.

It is best to have fifteen consecutive breaths, so Dantian spiritual energy and merit purple energy are the most convenient fuels for the tripod sword.

Back in the old courtyard of Huang Xuan's house, the reason why he was able to kill Yan Zhang and others with pieces of Wenqi Red Leaves was precisely because they were all in the Chixiayue Formation and could not withdraw from the formation for a while, without the spiritual energy to stop them.

He holds a big killer weapon...

Literary Qi is similar to one's own unsatisfactory Qi. It is only suitable for the last straw when the situation is exhausted.
To be continued...