He does have only seventh-level cultivation, which is also his biggest weakness today.

Ouyang Rong suddenly closed his eyes, took the opportunity to enter the Merit Tower, and looked inside at the blue-gold font on the small wooden fish.

【Merit: 498】

Originally, there were 6,498 merit values. At first, he was planning to use 3,000 merits to summon Tao Yuanming to subdue the gods, and then use the remaining 3,498 merit values ​​to serve as a preparatory spiritual energy, because

The purple mist of merit they transform can be used by the "dependence and emptiness" magical power of [craftsmanship] and acts as fuel for the tripod sword.

As a result, the mistake consumed three thousand more merits and mistakenly summoned Cui Hao.

There are less than 500 merit values ​​at present, and [Machinecraft] is definitely not enough to draw a sword.

Could it be that you have to consume your energy again?

As Ouyang Rong closed his eyes and frowned, a gentle voice suddenly came from outside:

"If you choose me, it's enough. If there are three options, there are three options. The seventh level of cultivation, plus these two things, it's more than enough. Well, I'll teach you a few tricks at the same time."

Ouyang Rong opened his eyes and found that the speaker was Cui Hao.

Cui Hao looked at Tao Yuanming with a smile, raised his pointed chin, as if he was vaguely comparing something, waiting for the old man to fight back.

Tao Yuanming lowered his eyes and ignored it. From just now, after the words "I am not familiar with you", the old man never paid attention to this beautiful young man, and only spoke to Ouyang Rong throughout the whole process.

Ouyang Rong even doubted whether these two people were always rivals, and that the business that dead people could be dealt with was able to be curled up?

While Ouyang Rong was pondering, Cui Hao stretched out his right hand like a woman, and touched the Lingyin bamboo tube and Eighteen Seeds in the sword box from the air.

He smiled and looked out the window with a sharp peak, and said slowly and gently:

"Although you are a sword-holder, the initial Taoist vein took a very strange path, a niche amulet Taoist vein. It's a pity that you didn't follow our Confucian orthodox path and could not be considered a pure scholar, but it's okay.

,I know a little about you, a sorcerer, the Taoist vein. There is a big acquaintance who is its ancestor. I will teach you the body when I go to. This Taoist vein is actually very interesting, and you haven't developed it well."

Ouyang Rong looked at Cui Hao but did not answer.

Tao Yuanming didn't speak, and did not argue, waiting for Ouyang Rong to choose.

The young man in Confucian shirt suddenly turned his head and said to the old man:

"You are not talented, so teach your seniors a sword."

In Tao Yuanming's strange gaze, Ouyang Rong suddenly pointed at [Mingzhu]

In the narrow carriage, [Machinecraft] rotated around Ouyang Rong, and the sword energy was overflowing like a dream.

This sword actually did not have much power, but as Tao Yuanming and Cui Hao looked at it, they gradually discovered a little terrible clue.

This sword is incredible.

But Ouyang Rong's Dantian spiritual energy was not consumed at all.

The one who urges this [Machinecraft] to draw the sword is not spiritual energy, but another kind of energy!

Or, can you actually use another kind of energy? The higher you stand, the more you can understand the meaning behind it.

Cui Hao was very interested in tone:

"You are angry today? You are constantly pressing down? This sword is faintly connected with your liver fire and anger. The more you are angry, the happier it is?"

The beautiful young man who had been smiling restrained his smile and looked a little awe-inspiring: "You have touched the myth."

Ouyang Rong looked calm and let the [craftsman] surround him like a joyful love, getting faster and faster.

Tao Yuanming suddenly smiled: "This sword is interesting, what is its name?"

"The origin of dependent origination and emptiness of nature."

Ouyang Rong asked very seriously: "After learning this sword, can you enjoy the sword?"

"good!"

The old man nodded with laughter and pointed at Ouyang Rong:

"I have been taught, and I will teach you a sword."

As he said that, the old man put down his small flower hoe, reached out and grabbed the blue [arc] that was spinning at high speed beside the young man in Confucian shirt, and placed it in his palm. The phantom palm was not stirred by the sword edge, and the old man watched with a smile.

Cui Hao frowned slightly when he saw the elder and the young. At this moment, Ouyang Rong suddenly turned around and asked him:

"Three questions can be said for seniors."

He instantly understood what he meant, and a smile appeared on Cui Hao's extremely beautiful face.

After a while, he calmed down his smile and asked softly for a moment:

"When did the Northern Wei Dynasty perish?"

"You wrote the history of the country with straightforward writing. In the 84th year after you were killed for the crime of violating the country's evil, you moved the capital to Luoyang, and were divided into East and West by the fierce ministers, and declared destruction."

Cui Hao was silent for a moment and asked again:

"How is the Cui family in Qinghe now?"

"The head of the five surnames and seven hopes is prominent in the world."

Cui Hao asked with a serious look on his face:

"Okay, the last question, today's almanac."

"The year of Jiachen, the month of Xinwei, and the day of Gengchen."

"Clashing against Masha Nan... It's time to fight against Gengwu..."

The beautiful young man calculated his fingers, suddenly laughed, stood up, and pointed at the golden Buddha's head that faintly appeared in the white mist outside the window:

"Today is a good luck, it is better to destroy the Buddha!"

At this time, a melodious sound of a piano came from somewhere. On the top of the peaks, there was the roar of dragons, the sound of rolling stones on the cliffs, and the sound of an old woman screaming in pain and fear, and the mess came.

I wonder what terrifying and intense things were going through in the Xunyang Grottoes. Yan Liulang and others who were guarding the carriage were shocked, and the Fang sisters were also nervously swallowing their saliva.

In the carriage, the lonely figure of a young man in Confucian shirt stood up and put the [Machinery], three tubes of spiritual ink, eighteen seeds and other objects into the long piano box in sequence.

He held the piano case with one hand and walked out of the carriage.

"Mingfu, it seems that something is not good over there. Should we observe it first..."

“Is there any wine?”

Yan Liulang saw Ouyang Rong get out of the car inexplicably, looked calm and reached out to ask for it.

"There is half a gourd yellow wine, but it's already cold."

The young man in Confucian clothes silently took the wine gourd, raised his head and took a sip, first frowned with sourness, and then, a look of nostalgia appeared on his handsome face, as if an old alcoholic hadn't drunk for 800 years.

He hung the wine pot around his waist, walked a few steps forward, and suddenly turned around and asked:

"Give me the usual money."

"Constant money?"

Yan Liulang asked, and always felt that it seemed strange after getting off the Ming Mansion, and it was unreasonable. However, he still did the same and went to join him with his subordinates and took back three pieces of silver, which was worth the same.

Ouyang Rong waved his hand and refused, as if he was talking nonsense: "Yi Guan Money."

The Fang sisters looked at each other, and Fang raised his sleeves and silently took out his usual money from his arms... they were all copper coins that were stringed together.

Ouyang Rong nodded and took it, stuffed it into his sleeve, turned his back to everyone, and walked forward alone.

Yan Liulang, Fang's sisters and others stared blankly at the slender back that was gradually moving away. He wore a blue Confucian shirt, hung a wine pot on his waist, and walked straight ahead to the terrifying dragon roar and purple gold sword energy.

Although everyone was afraid, they did not dare to say much and subconsciously followed.

At the front, the young man in Confucian shirt seemed to remember something, touched it in his sleeve, took out a bronze mask and put it on his face.

His eyes were only exposed calmly, and he looked clearly not angry, and he was clearly easy to talk.

Today is not one person, but three people.
Chapter completed!