"Young Master, tell me."

Ouyang Rong looked at the shaking water surface in the teacup and said softly:

"I will stay in the door for a while. If Thirteen Niang has something to do, I will discuss it with Liulang first, and he will report it to me."

Upon hearing this, Pei Shisanniang stared at Ouyang Rong for a while, as if she understood something, but she didn't say it out loud, and nodded slowly:

"Yes, young master."

After a pause, she couldn't help but care:

"Young master has a good rest, don't worry about the city. Yan joins the army and I are there."

Ouyang Rong glanced at the intelligent, capable, loyal and sincere beauty in his eyes and nodded gently:

"good."

Pei Shisanniang did not move, but half-old Xu Niang tilted her head like a little girl and said boldly:

"Young Master, I am very happy with your article "Pipa Xing". I copied one like Hu Zhongzhang. I wonder if the young master will allow it to be spread."

Ouyang Rong was silent for a moment, nodded slightly, and said another thing that made Pei Shisanniang feel inexplicable:

"Well, I was given to an unknown person like Luo Niang, and my name can be hidden and anonymous will be spread."

Pei Shisanniang shook her head at the first time and insisted:

"How can this be done? It was written by the young master. Of course, I signed it. No one dared to change it with Hu Zhongzhi. Well, since the young master doesn't mind passing it on, I will show it to others with confidence."

The beautiful woman blinked and got off the boat.

Ouyang Rong was speechless.

Pei Shisanniang probably knew that Ouyang Rong Xijing had removed all the guard guards, maids and managers who were guarding outside.

The evening breeze comes gently.

On the banks of the river, there is a lonely shadow of the lotus boat, leaving only Ouyang Rong sitting alone.

His back was facing the lively dock, and in front was the red sun slowly falling into the river.

The young man sat cross-legged, lowered his head to pick up the rice, leaned forward from time to time, and ate some voraciously.

When he was drunk last night when he was writing "Pipa Xing", he faintly heard a distant music halfway through, which looked like a piano but not a piano, and like a pipa but not a pipa.

The music seemed to be coming from the distant Luoyang.

It is [Emperor Wen].

His writing has a brand new sword technique.

A different sword technique.

Unlike the "sound of prosperity" in the first generation, the later "The Music of the King of Qin Breaking the Formation" and the seven-character poems and music by the old musician.

This new sword technique does not praise Luoyang, nor is it so "prosperous", and it even goes against the rules.

Ouyang Rong didn't care about the copying of the people, and it was circulated at will.

Because when it is spread, I am not afraid that someone can secretly learn the sword technique.

The truth is like the music left by the old musician to Rong Zhen’s seven-character poems. Just learning is just to carve a boat and seek a sword, so how can you find a "true sword"?

The true meaning of [Emperor Wen] is unpredictable. The sword technique is a sword technique, not a sword technique. This moment is a sword technique, and the next moment is not a sword technique... Even he was almost turned away.

But once you understand, you will truly understand.

The connections established with [Emperor Wen] will not be broken again.

The music from the distant Luoyang has been echoing in the ears of those who understand.

Its Ding Sword Magical Power is also very interesting, with more than one type, as diverse as the sword technique.

Ouyang Rong sat upright in the boat, and while holding a bowl of rice, he quietly listened to the music.

After silently understanding, he temporarily summarized the Ding Sword Power of [Emperor Wen] into three types: Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism.

The three are progressive step by step.

After Ouyang Rong comprehended the sword technique last night, he temporarily understood the first one.

That is the golden light that transforms virtual and real.

It belongs to the magical power of "Explanation".

Ouyang Rong suddenly touched his stomach, and the spiritual energy in his dantian continued to stir up, which lasted from last night to now, and it still did not stop.

It is to understand the full meaning of the new sword technique and to break the bottleneck "a thousand miles a day" after understanding the entire true meaning of the new sword technique.

Thinking of something, he put down the bowl and took out a pill box from the Peach Blossom Land Picture.

Twist a grain of metamorphosis golden elixir.

Ouyang Rong glanced at the tea on the table.

From last night to now, he has not deliberately refined his energy. His spiritual energy cultivation has broken through the mid-level seventh grade. The late-level seventh grade, which has never returned, has rushed to the late-level seventh grade, and his momentum has not diminished.

It's only a matter of time before arriving at the sixth grade gate.

If you swallow the golden elixir of the Transcendence and improve your talent for refining, you will be soaring wildly, and you may not be able to achieve it in the evening.

There were many people on the pleasure boat last night, and when I realized it, I forgot to swallow the elixir.

Ouyang Rong stared at the tea for a while, but he didn't pick it up. After a while, he silently put away the pill box.

"Swallow or bad things, wait a moment..."

While murmuring, Ouyang Rong suddenly wanted the old musician to see his new sword technique. He gave up for a while and laughed at himself.

I don't know if I will see you again in the future.

"We are both people who have fallen into the world, why do we have to know each other when we meet?"

He said to himself, Ouyang Rong put down his bowls and chopsticks, got up and left.

Go to Longcheng here.

As for Xunyang City, everything that should be arranged has been almost done.

Everyone who should leave was gone, and Weilai also left.

Now he is the only one left.

"Eat alone, huh, are you eating alone?"

As she got off the boat, a female crown head poked out from his sleeve, and she jumped down, jumped back to the dining table, and feasted.

Ouyang Rongchao's Miaosi's face:

"Stop eating, it's time to leave."

"Just eat it."

"You won't be able to work if you eat so much, and you are a mojing. If you eat it, you will be useless."

Miao Si pushed back:

"You eat for free, you eat for free!"

Ouyang Rong was speechless, sat down again, and while waiting, he sighed:

"Okay, wait until you get full and set off on your way."

Miao Si waved her fist and said unhappily:

"What's the road? You're the road every day!"

"Shhh, eat it."

"snort."

Miaosi tried hard to pull off a duck leg with both hands, and said a little unhappy:

"The things happened last night are not over. You pretended to be cool, but I am unhappy! You actually threw this fairy into the inkstone. No one dared to do this for many years. You are the rudeest, no one!"

Ouyang Rong curled his lips:

"I thought there was a piece of ink ingot on the ground, but I thought it was lost by Luo Niang."

Miaosi had some blue veins swelling, and her fists were hard:

"Nonsense, you obviously touched the sleeve first. Don't think that I didn't see it. I guessed that you had bad intentions."

Ouyang Rong asked seriously: "Just tell me if you give me the ink?"

Miao Si jumped three feet high and said a very tough word:

"Give it! But I will do it myself, why don't you throw it away? Xiao Rongzi, you are too big or small."

“…”

Miaosi was juiced last night. Although eating human dishes can’t make up for anything, she can also enjoy a good meal and comfort her.

She turned her back to Ouyang Rong and ate for a while. She found that Xiao Rongzi's voice had not been heard from behind. She thought about the quarrel and quarrel and won again. She turned around with her chest and snorted coldly:
To be continued...