"Then can you not be rude?"

"no."

"That fairy girl can't do it either."

"Okay, I just think it looks like you have no ink in your belly."

"There was no ink in the first place. You squeezed it all dry, let alone the ink ingots. I even picked up the sachet and searched it. I will go back to Xie Yatou tomorrow."

"Go ahead and support."

"Ouyang Lianghan!" Miao Si stared wide-eyed: "You really don't want me anymore?"

"You said it yourself."

"Okay, you have to give me some compensation. I can't leave in vain and give up my position to other female monsters."

Ouyang Rong was too lazy to pay attention to her. Miao Si waved his hands around on the desk for a while, then looked back at the motionless Honest Sword Box:

"Ouyang Lianghan, what is the real name of this new tripod sword?"

"Craftsmanship."

"The craftsman made it... The craftsman made the path... The coincidence was intentional." Miao Si chewed for a while and said, "Interesting."

She asked again:

"It was just released not long ago. Doesn't it mean that you are the first sword master?"

Ouyang Rong was noncommittal and asked:

"So what about the first sword master?"

Wonderful thoughts:

"Generally, the first sword master is taken advantage of. Without the efforts of predecessors, it would be difficult to find the magical power of the tripod sword..."

"Huh." He shook his head.

Miao Si immediately asked cautiously:

"Hey, this tone, so Ouyang Lianghan, have you figured out this magical power created by the swordsmith?"

"Why do you ask so many questions?"

"curious."

"Then tell me first. Didn't you say you have seen other followers of the Great Sword Immortal? Who are they? Do you know the whereabouts of some sword techniques, and what do other tripod swords look like?"

"Stingy guy." Miaosi's eyes wandered for a moment, and he excused himself: "If you don't say anything about knocking me down, I won't say anything either. I'll choke you to death."

"what ever."

Seeing that Ouyang Rong really ignored her topic, Miao Si tilted her head and said proactively:

"This handiwork doesn't look like a sword."

Ouyang Rong suddenly said: "A sword is not a sword, and a tripod is not a tripod."

Miaosi touches his chin:

"Sure enough, ever since the tripod sword came out of the furnace, these swordsmiths who are craftsmen and masters of Taoism have started to become more and more outrageous. The swords they forged have all deviated from the standard sword shape."

"What's the meaning?"

Ouyang Rong frowned and immediately reacted and asked:

"Which tripod sword is behind it?

"And you mean that the tripod swords before it were all standard sword types?"

Miao Si didn't nod or shake her head, but whispered:

"That's a sword without a hilt. Except that it doesn't have a hilt, it's actually the same...

"After it, as you go to the back, the tripod sword made by the swordsmith becomes more and more out of shape.

"It's good now. This craftsmanship of yours not only has no hilt, but also only one... arc?

"Tsk, tsk, killing people is really neat. The appearance of the first few tripod swords is too serious. It looks good, but it still affects the killing power..."

Ouyang Rong was thoughtful and prepared to ask again.

The good idea has slipped away.

When he wasn't paying attention, he picked up a sachet with difficulty, turned around and ran away.

Taking a closer look, what she took away was a goose-yellow sachet.

"This smells like a bad woman at first glance. I helped you deal with it. You have to thank me for pinching it."

While muttering, Little Mo Jing hugged the "new bed", ran back to the closet, closed the door and went to sleep, getting into the new quilt.

Ouyang Rong curled his lips, no longer interested in teaching some little guy a lesson.

He stuffed the remaining sachets into the sword box.

"Let's see if I can survive you."

Ouyang Rong patted the sword box with his big hand.

Immediately afterwards, he placed the sword box properly and turned around to go to sleep.

But before falling asleep, Ouyang Rong closed his eyes and entered the merit tower and took a look at the small wooden fish.

[Merits: Three Thousand Eight Hundred and Twenty-One]

"It's finally gone up...Thanks to Rong Zhen and Ali, they all contributed some merit. Before, there were only more than two thousand left."

In fact, the merits that have been increasing during this period are not just these two items, but also other scattered income.

At present, he has two major construction projects: the folded-wing canal and the canal dug at the twin peaks, as well as the Donglin Giant Buddha that will be built in the future.

Although after they are built, they generally no longer surge too much at one time.

But it is a steady flow and continuous income.

Accumulated over time, there is naturally a lot.

Ouyang Rong has now used the steady stream of merit points contributed by these two creations as the automatic blood recovery of the little wooden fish.

All in all, it is really refreshing to hold these two guarantees for earning merit and earn some merit in a short and quick way from time to time, and the recovery of merit is not slow.

Ouyang Rong took a long breath, exited the merit tower, and fell asleep...

Ouyang Rong always wanted to find a chance to thank Qin Ying for his help that day.

It's a pity that we won't have time to meet in the next few days.

Soon, an important thing came back, attracting Ouyang Rong's full attention.

In the evening of that day, Xie Lingjiang came to the Huaiye Lane mansion and had dinner with Ouyang Rong and Zhen Shuyuan.

As soon as she sat down at the table, she suddenly took out an envelope and handed it to Ouyang Rong.

"Tanlang, an urgent letter from my father."

"For me?"

"Um."

Ouyang Rong took the letter and the wax seal was intact. He opened the envelope and browsed the letter paper.

Xie Lingjiang, Zhen Shuyuan, Ye Weilai, and Banxi waited for the attentive maids. They immediately saw that Tan Lang frowned when he read the letter, then quickly smoothed it over, folded the letter calmly, and handed it to Xie Lingjiang's hand.

superior.

The latter immediately lowered his eyes and read the letter carefully.

A few moments.

"Another envoy? Sent by Empress Wei." She frowned.

"Well, according to the teacher, Master and the others have already spoken for help regarding the postponement, and His Majesty's confidant Caichang, the female officer Rong Zhen, believes in it... This is already one of the best results we have tried our best."

Ouyang Rong calmly picked up the rice bowl, lowered his head to pick up the rice, and said vaguely:

"According to Master, after receiving the news, Your Majesty was a little unhappy at first. Later, perhaps because there were so many people talking, Your Majesty did not say much and sent a lieutenant to come over to check."

Xie Lingjiang frowned:

"Who is the envoy? Do we know him?"

Ouyang Rong shook his head: "I don't know yet."

"All right."

There was silence between the two of them.

Until Xie Lingjiang put down his job and couldn't help but frowned and said:

"According to past experience, the envoys are usually eunuchs and eunuchs. I don't know if the one who came back this time is Khufu..."

"It would be easier to say if he is the envoy of Hu Zhong." Ouyang Rong muttered to himself.
To be continued...