Xie Lingjiang couldn't help but ask:

"Eldest brother really wants to present the tripod sword?"

Ouyang Rong chuckled: "Little junior sister, are you reluctant to part with me?"

Xie Lingjiang hesitated to speak, but finally his lips parted slightly: "I see the expressions on Uncle Li's face. They should be very sorry for Senior Brother. As my father said before, some kindnesses are too great and inappropriate."

Ouyang Rong did not comment, turned around, and stretched out his hand towards Xie Lingjiang.

Xie Lingjiang handed over the sword box.

Ouyang Rong did not answer immediately, but suddenly said:

"Why are you still hiding? Come out."

Xie Lingjiang's sleeves were quiet for a moment. Immediately, a small cloud of ink mist appeared from the sleeves, and then a small head popped up from the sleeves. Dressed in a Confucian woman's crown, her small black eyes first glared at Ouyang Rong, and then looked around.

Next, as if to confirm that it was safe, he hurriedly climbed out of Xie Lingjiang's sleeves.

Ouyang Rong curled his lips and went to take the sword box. He first put the moonlight sword into it and kept it with the newly discovered Red Lotus Sword Seal... What Li Xian just said was right. It is not suitable to stay in Xunyang City for a long time.

It’s too close to the tinderbox-like Xunyang Grottoes, so stay away first before we talk about the “best strategy for slaying the dragon.”

He raised his eyes and glanced at Miao Si.

The little guy was looking around, and seeing no one around, she patted her flat chest, breathed a sigh of relief, and shouted to Ouyang Rong:

"Xiao Rongzi, why did you come to rescue me just now? Do you know how dangerous it was just now? The worst follower in history, bar none."

Ouyang Rong nodded:

"I know, you lay down all the way in the warm sleeves of my little junior sister, tossing and turning, and couldn't sleep well. It was really dangerous, and you almost didn't sleep well."

"...?"

"Xiao Rongzi, you deserve to die the most, no one!"

Xie Lingjiang stopped the arrogant little Mo Jing from jumping over and scratching his senior brother's face.

Ouyang Rong ignored him indifferently.

Miao Si angrily said:

"Why are you lying to me? I was scared to death just now. The pair of masters and disciples with superior ox noses met each other. The scene was scary. The old guy was still a dead man. He was lifeless and obedient. Even dead people came to work. These superior ox nose pairs were right. If others are cruel, they will be even crueler to themselves, let alone to our Mo Jing clan...

"Fortunately, I am Bingxue, a smart girl with the best cultivation in the world. I held my breath and concentrated at the first moment without showing any signs of weakness. Hey, otherwise, he would have discovered it and taken him back to the Shangqing Patriarch Hall. I don't want to go there. , I heard that some poor Mo Jing were working as cows and horses there, and they were starved for two meals in three days. They have the most evil noses and are even worse than small soldiers, no one of them."

Ouyang Rong looked sideways: "Do you know the means by which dead Taoist priests can be resurrected?"

"Nonsense." Miaosi waved his hand: "Isn't it just the command of the Supreme Qing Dynasty to trance the gods? To use it, you need the talismans drawn with spiritual ink. This is why the Sanqing Patriarch Hall is eyeing us, huh."

Of course Ouyang Rong knew how miserable Little Mo Jing was, but he teased with a smile:

"Aren't you the best at raising prices? They need spiritual ink. If you maintain your attitude of being arrogant in front of me and threaten them, you will not be treated with courtesy and you will be protected by the Sanqing."

"I'm so polite, I'll let you eat that bitter incense every day, and produce spiritual ink for twelve hours non-stop in front of a bunch of paralyzed Taoist priests. Why don't you try it? To put it nicely, it's called making friends. It's ugly. No, they just treat us Mo Jings as their private property."

After a pause, she muttered again:

"If Xiaoxuan is there, it's not impossible to go together, but I am always afraid that Xiaoxuan will be led astray by them, and she will wear a cold and serious face in the future. Xiaoxuan has had this trend before, and she is a bit old-fashioned. "

Ouyang Rong listened carefully, nodded and said:

"It sounds like Sanqing is where you Mo spirits belong, where you can really shine. It seems that you are living too well here with me and my junior sister, and the food is too rich."

Miao Si was as firm as iron: "No, even if I go to the Confucian Academy and follow a group of old scholars from the Confucian Temple, I will not go to Sanqing. I hate the Niubi Taoist priests who don't take a bath. They don't wash their hands when they draw amulets. That one named Lu Isn’t that what I mean? It’s sloppy.”

Ouyang Rong walked over, grabbed her, and flicked her forehead:

"You still picked it?"

"Let me go! Little Rongzi, what are you going to do? Thank you girl for saving me!"

If the little Mo Jing was offended, his eyes would widen and he would open his teeth and claws. Ouyang Rong ignored him and turned to ask Xie Lingjiang:

"Little Junior Sister, do you still have the three tubes of spiritual ink left for you to defend yourself?"

Xie Lingjiang shook his head a little embarrassed:

"It's gone, senior brother. It was actually of no use on the way to Kuanglu Mountain. It was only when Master Yuan showed up later that I helped him deal with the five middle-grade water thieves. Master Tian After teaching me a few tricks on the spot, he said that in addition to the Taoist priests who are direct descendants of their Sanqing Patriarch Hall, the Confucian qigong practitioners above the middle grade are the ones who need Lingmo the most."

Ouyang Rong waved his hand: "It's okay, just use it if you use it. It's a good thing that you can use it. This is how it should be at special moments. I'm going to talk to you about saving money."

Xie Lingjiang looked at his senior brother, his eyes were gentle, and he tilted his head and said: "Senior brother, Master Tian is a nice person. He didn't ask me about the source of the spiritual ink. Miao Si's worries should be unfounded."

"If he is really as mysterious as you said, and you have wonderful ideas in your sleeves, of course you can't escape his eyes. She just plays a lot. She thinks she is hiding well, but she doesn't know that when people are about to die, their hearts become kinder.

, in fact, it’s just that the old man doesn’t have the same understanding as her.”

After saying that, Ouyang Rong cast his eyes on his little girl's crown in Confucian attire, pretending not to hear.

"What are you looking at? Let's produce some more spiritual ink."

"The baby will be born, you are a cruel bird!"

Unexpectedly, Miao Si nodded decisively, said the most cowardly words in the most ferocious tone, and turned around to dig into Xie Ling Jiang's sleeves.

Ouyang Rong grabbed her and stuffed her into his sleeve.

"Where are you going? Get it here. I need it as soon as possible."

With that said, Ouyang Rong took out the "Zhen Gao" from the sword box, tore off two withered yellow pages on the back, and twisted out a spare clean wolf hair with two fingers. He took them out together and put them in his sleeve as a spare.

Miao Si's dissatisfied reminder came from his sleeve: "Xiao Rong, there are differences between men and women!"

Ouyang Rong nodded: "With your body shape, is there any need to be different? Besides, I am a gentleman. I advise you to be less careful about being a gentleman."

"It's you Confucian gentlemen who need to be on guard the most! Well, you have never been in Jiankang City in the Southern Dynasties, so you don't know the perverted ways of some high-ranking scholars."

Ouyang Rong was amazed: "It seems that she has experienced it. The female fairy has quite a rich past."

"Nonsense! I just heard it from hearsay! The only disadvantage of reading a lot of books is that it's easy to get stained by them. Sometimes I wish I couldn't read ink. Those guys have to make up for it!"

Ouyang Rong ignored her and pushed her little head back into his sleeve.

"The protest is ineffective. Let me know when Lingmo is ready. It is urgently needed at this moment."

A certain rebellious little ink spirit muttered a few words, made a fuss for a while, and then obediently gave birth to spiritual ink.

There are many things going on in the nest, but when the critical moment comes, Miao Si is still very clear. If the follower becomes cold, won't she be bullied by outsiders?

Ouyang Rong is preparing to take Xie Lingjiang back.

At this time, Xie Lingjiang spoke:

"By the way, Senior Brother, before Master Yuan left, he also left you a motto."

"What motto?"

Ouyang Rong stopped with some confusion.

Xie Lingjiang began to speak softly, telling the exact words.

Immediately, she noticed that the plain face of the senior brother in front of her gradually turned serious.
Chapter completed!