He had never smelled something so bad before.

It should be some kind of anti-corrosion measure to prevent the silk books from rotting.

Ouyang Rong opened the car window to take a breath, took out a prepared set of silk gloves and put them on, then carefully took out the silk book.

Spread out slowly.

There are dense ink characters on the silk book, and the handwriting is loose and freehand.

It is the original text of "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring", signed Mr. Wuliu, which is Tao Yuanming's self-title.

As long as Jing Zhaoyuan didn't lie, this should be Tao Yuanming's handwriting hundreds of years ago.

In addition, this silk book was stamped with many seals, and Ouyang Rong saw the most conspicuous private seal of the Jingzhao Yuan family. It should be a routine hobby of collectors in the past - stamping.

Ouyang Rong shook his head, he was not here to pay attention to this.

At this moment, holding "Peach Blossom Spring" in his hand, Ouyang Rong closed his eyes in the bumpy carriage and seemed to be chanting something.

Just like the Hanshi Sword Jue "Returning and Coming Back", he had already memorized "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring" by heart, but that was not the key.

According to his own experience, as long as it is written by the sword holder himself, the Ding Sword Sword Technique he comprehends will contain a corresponding true meaning of the Ding Sword.

Just like Ouyang Rong's half-written sword art "Inscription on Chrysanthemum".

Inside the carriage, the atmosphere was silent.

Time passed minute by minute.

He tried three times.

"This is not a sword technique."

Ouyang Rong suddenly opened his eyes and let out a long breath.

There was no ups and downs in his heart just now.

Ouyang Rong closed the silk book and threw it into the box. He looked down at it with a thoughtful expression on his eyebrows and murmured:

"Unless it is said that this is not the authentic work of Tao Yuanming, it is fake... But this is unlikely. After all, the Jingzhaoyuan family was a member of the royal family of the Northern Wei Dynasty, and the authenticity of the family collection is still high.

"Then there is only one possibility. This is not Jian Jue... But, it is not Jian Jue. Why did Li Zhengyan, Du Shuqing and the others go all the way to ask Yuan Huaimin for questioning?

"At that time, they were looking for "Return to the Past" and "Peach Blossom Spring" together. The former is the Hanshi Sword Art that I know. Logically speaking, the latter should be good too.

"I originally thought that the manuscript of "Peach Blossom Spring" was related to the picture of Peach Blossom Spring in their hands, and even... that picture of Peach Blossom Spring was a tripod sword.

"This guess is a bit bold, but who made the swordsmiths who made the Taoist art so fond of 'the sword is not a sword, and the tripod is not a tripod'.

"This is the case for [Jizuo] and Luminous Pearl. The former's body is shaped like a piece of glazed iris petal, which appears like a 'curved surface', while the latter's body is a bead, which appears as a 'light point'..."

"This is both 'point' and 'noodle', wait, can it be...

"It has all three: points, lines, and surfaces!"

Ouyang Rong's pupils shrank slightly, and an idea flashed in his mind, and he made this bold guess.

"From a mathematical point of view, points, lines, and planes are the basic elements of space. They are extremely simple. Regardless of ancient or modern times, simplicity is bound to be the same. So are these strange craftsmen using this as the direction for sword making?

"So, there is also a tripod sword in the form of a 'line'?"

He took a deep breath.

The more I think about it, the more likely it seems.

"Good fellow, all of your swordsmiths who make Dao Vein are great mathematicians, right? They all have such a tacit understanding when forging swords."

Ouyang Rong frowned and thought for a while.

"Even if Yuan Huaimin is right, that Peach Blossom Spring painting was really painted by Wu Daozi, then the Peach Blossom Spring painting may not be the Dingjian, but the blank scroll itself, maybe..."

Still unwilling to give up, Ouyang Rong grabbed the silk book in the box, hesitated for a moment, found a relatively hidden and inconspicuous place on the silk book... and clicked it.

It was as simple and crude as testing whether the Night Pearl was a tripod sword in the Pure Land Palace not long ago.

At this moment, looking at the scraps of paper and ink between his fingernails, he looked slightly disappointed. The original "Peach Blossom Spring" in his hand probably had no connection with the Ding Sword or the Sword Jue.

After a while, Ouyang Rong put away the silk book again and put it back in the wooden box.

He glanced at the almost imperceptible small button mark somewhere on the silk book, felt guilty and covered his mouth, coughing.

"Brother Huaimin is generous by nature. I guess he wouldn't care even if he knew about it...ahem."

However, although this was not what he expected, Ouyang Rong had a need for Tao Yuanming's authentic work. After he "reluctantly" accepted the imperial edict, he had tried to inquire... Soon, a look of disappointment quickly appeared on his face.

Sweep away.

Returning to the Huaiye Lane mansion, Ouyang Rong went back to the study, opened the closet, and found the wonderful idea.

But before looking for this quirky little guy, Ouyang Rong hid the manuscript of "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring" and put it in a carriage outside. He even stuffed it into a sword box to isolate the manuscript, so that she wouldn't find it.

According to his understanding of this little ink master, this kind of old ink and precious ancient literary spirit may be eaten in one bite.

Ouyang Rong sighed, prodigal little bitch.

On the wardrobe, a little girl in Confucian dress who had just woken up was holding the minibus with both hands, dangling her short feet.

After listening to Ouyang Rong's words while yawning, Miao Si's little face gradually became alert.

"Why do you still need spiritual ink? You ask me for it every day, and I lose every drop of it."

Ouyang Rong said with a straight face: "Speak carefully."

"Speak nicely, Ouyang Lianghan, you are shameless."

"You eat and drink from me, with only a little effort, and you still call me shameless?"

"Humph." She crossed her arms and looked unhappy on her face.

Ouyang Rong moved with reason, and Xiaozhi with emotion:

"There is a shortage of spiritual ink now. I used it when I drew the talisman last time. I urgently need to add another one in case of emergency."

She rolled her eyes: "That's okay, but I want to be delicious and elegant."

"It's easy to talk about the literary style. Write it now. How much do you want?"

"No, I want the style of your song "The Blue Jade Case: Yuan Xi" to be delicious. It is a delicacy from the mountains and seas, and the rest is just chaff."

Ouyang Rong frowned for a moment, and the surrounding atmosphere became quiet.

He saw Miaosi's little move of squinting quietly, but he didn't know that this was deliberately making things difficult and bargaining.

"No, no, forget it..." Miao Si said in a gesture.

"Who says it can't be done?"

Ouyang Rong immediately interrupted, paused, and said sternly:

"This is what you said. Once you get it back, you will produce spiritual ink obediently."

Seeing his decisive attitude, Miao Si shrank his head slightly.

She squatted down and hugged her knees, lowered her head and made circles, and whispered: "Giving birth? Why does it sound like your human race giving birth..."

"Then squeeze."

"..."

"Okay, okay, okay, give me the literary spirit of "The Green Jade Case: Yuan Xi", and I'll give it to you."

"good."

"Hey, why are you going?"

Ouyang Rong ignored him. Under Miao Si's curious gaze, he walked to the table and waved his hand at the desk.

"Xiao Rongzi, what are you doing? Hey, you can't really get it back from the bad woman." Miao Si's heart was like a cat scratching her, she jumped up on the desk and came closer out of curiosity.

Ouyang Rong ignored him and wrote his own. Miao Si saw that he was writing several poems about the bright moon, and she immediately shook her head:

"Write it now? How can this be done? I've already said it. These ordinary fairies won't eat it. They only want "The Sapphire Case·Yuan Xi"."

Ouyang Rong curled his lips and did not answer.

"Hey, why do you have a very familiar smell on you?"

She shrugged her nose with a quizzical look on her face.

Seeing that Ouyang Rong ignored him, he became more suspicious.

The palm-sized little girl in Confucian attire put her hands on her hips and shouted:

"Ouyang Lianghan, did you steal my treasure? Although I don't know what it is, you must have taken it, right? Hand it over quickly."

Ouyang Rong didn't want to accept this trick, and he smiled softly, "Haha, you still have something to hide?"

Miao Si looked around, pretending to be cute and stupid.

After a while, Ouyang Rong straightened his clothes and strode out. At the back door, Ouyang Rong whispered to Ali, who was feeding him fodder:

"Go to Prince Xunyang's Mansion."

"Yes, sir."
To be continued...