Chapter 1006 Blessings Fulfilled
Ouyang Rong replied and waited for a moment, but Chen Jiaxin did not speak.
Just as I was about to say goodbye and leave, I heard Chen Jiaxin's murmured voice:
"I have a feeling that Master is coming back soon, I need to hurry..."
Ouyang Rong glanced at her.
Chen Jiaxin snapped out of her daze and waved at him:
"You should go back first and get some rest. I'll take care of the rest."
"Yes, Miss."
Ouyang Rong responded and walked straight out of the pavilion.
He glanced back before entering the woods.
Inside the pavilion, a young woman in swordsmanship was seen leaning against the railing, gazing at the spring water, her face lost in thought, seemingly preoccupied with something.
On the way back, Ouyang Rong remained calm.
He had a vague idea of Chen Jiaxin's purpose; he wasn't sure, but he was pretty much right.
That night in the kitchen storeroom, Ouyang Rong had lurked in the shadows and overheard Chen Jiaxin and Madam Chen's conversation, learning some of the Chen family's inner workings, though he wasn't particularly interested.
Back in the courtyard, it was still close to noon.
Ouyang Rong pushed open the door and saw Miao Si sitting at the table. Unlike her usual active self, today she was resting her chin on her hands and swinging her little feet back and forth, unusually quiet and well-behaved.
Before Ouyang Rong pushed the door open and came in, Xiao Mo Jing was probably staring blankly at the door in front of her, lost in thought.
His return at this moment interrupted the immortal lady's thoughts.
Miao Si's gaze fell on Ouyang Rong, and she stared at him for a while without saying a word.
This performance, on the contrary, made Ouyang Rong somewhat uncomfortable.
He asked curiously:
"What's wrong with you? Have you attained enlightenment? Or did you eat something bad?"
Miao Si wasn't annoyed. She kept her head slightly tilted and stared at him for a while.
At one point, I suddenly asked:
"Little Rongzi, how long have we been here?"
"It's been a few months, what's wrong?"
Ouyang Rong asked a question in return, somewhat curious.
"oh."
Miao Si nodded, then said:
"Xiao Rongzi, it's been almost a month. When are we going down the mountain to see Xiao Xuan?"
Ouyang Rong asked:
Are you hungry again?
"No." Xiao Mojing shook her head and said softly, "I just miss her a little, and I also miss Xie Yatou."
Ouyang Rong nodded: "Yes, that means you're hungry, because those two are the only ones who like to feed you delicious food."
Miao Si frowned slightly, turned to look at him, and hesitated before speaking.
However, she managed to hold back in the end, seemingly not wanting to swear, and well, it wasn't worth getting angry over this brat.
Upon seeing this, Ouyang Rong raised an eyebrow slightly, finding it rather strange. He rarely saw the little ink spirit in such a "mature" state, and at this moment, he naturally found it quite interesting.
However, Miaosi couldn't stand her little follower's arrogance. She crossed her arms, acting like a little adult, and snorted coldly:
"If you don't discipline someone for three days, they'll be climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles."
Ouyang Rong was speechless upon hearing this.
This sounds like he's referring to his lines; he should be saying this instead of something else entirely.
After a short while, Ouyang Rong nodded:
"As long as you're okay and nothing else happens to you, it's fine." He paused, and before Miao Si could glare at him, he walked towards the inner bedroom without saying another word: "I'm going to rest. Call me in the evening. Um, I was talking to the little one, not you."
As Ouyang Rong walked toward tradition, he accepted the bamboo tube and released a bronze scroll.
Since the completion of the Peach Blossom Spring Sword Formation by [Craftsmanship], and the Peach Blossom Spring Map became the counterfeit Ding Sword of [Craftsmanship], the little guy was freed from the Thunder Pool in the Mo Family Sword Box.
Ouyang Rong is much more relaxed when he rests now, because he has the spiritual [Craftsmanship] protecting him.
The little guy has a fiery temper, no less so than a candle in the snow. This temperament is both good and bad, but it's better than a clever idea that's "not very useful."
Although the latter always kept telling him things like "useless is actually very useful" and "the female immortal is very capable at crucial moments."
So far, apart from the time when Ouyang Rong was ambushed by Xue Zhongzhu in the middle of the night and pulled into the Yangxin Hall, the female immortal guarded outside and used the ink mist to stop the snow-white longsword from crashing into the Peach Blossom Spring Map and exposing his coordinates, which can be considered a small half-helpful action, there has been no other significant usefulness.
Just as Ouyang Rong lay down on the bed, ready to fall asleep, a dark shadow darted over in a flash.
[Craftsmanship] Without any obstruction, it was allowed to break in.
"Little Rongzi."
Miao Si sat directly on his chest, arms crossed, looking down at him on the pillow from a superior position.
"Spit it out."
Ouyang Rong kept his eyes closed and uttered four words softly.
Miao Si's little face was stern:
"You still haven't told us when we're going down the mountain."
"In a couple of days."
"How long is 'two days'? Two days or three days? Give me a definite answer."
Ouyang Rong closed his eyes, his brows furrowing slightly.
Before he could speak, Miaosi already said with a displeased look on her face:
"I've discovered that you love to make empty promises to me. I'm not buying your lies anymore. Just give me the straight answer... Hmm, based on last month's schedule, we should be setting off down the mountain by now. Xiao Xuan is probably already waiting for us in Peach Blossom Town. How much longer are you going to dawdle?"
Upon hearing this, Ouyang Rong felt somewhat helpless:
“I know. Judging from the dates, they should have arrived at the Red Dust Inn by now. However, we still have to wait. It's alright. They're still within the situation I instructed them to take before I left. Xiaoxuan and the others know how to handle it and will wait patiently…”
Miao Si raised her eyebrows, leaned down, grabbed his ear, and said unhappily:
"Wait, wait, wait! You're a grown man, making Xiaoxuan wait for so long, aren't you ashamed? If I were Xiaoxuan, I would have already turned my back and left. You, my sworn brother, are the most annoying, without a doubt."
Ouyang Rong didn't respond, nor did he beat around the bush or offer empty promises. He directly explained the situation in detail:
"By the time I finish dealing with the water dungeon, I'll have to wait for Yun Xiangyi to return. I can't waste such a good opportunity. Besides, I need Madam Chen's help to go down the mountain, and Madam Chen is Chen Jiaxin's person, so I have to be mindful of her. Right now, the water dungeon matter is also being closely monitored by Chen Jiaxin, who asks about it every day..."
"Right now is a critical moment for finding people in the water prison. If I bring up the matter of going down the mountain now, even a fool would know that Chen Jiaxin will object. There's no point in saying more, so let's not bring it up. Let's do the things in front of us first, and then everything will be easier to talk about going down the mountain later. That's just the kind of person Chen Jiaxin is."
Miao Si grew increasingly dissatisfied as she listened, and her brows furrowed as she looked at Ouyang Rong, who was preparing to sleep.
If she had a way to get down the mountain by herself right now and kick that unreliable Xiao Rongzi to the curb, she probably would have already packed her bags and sneaked down.
After a short while, Miao Si snorted and left behind a sentence:
"Just keep it in mind, and it's best not to keep Xiaoxuan waiting too long."
Ouyang Rong closed his eyes and did not answer, seemingly asleep.
A moment later, just as Miaosi was about to go back to the closet for a nap, he suddenly asked:
"By the way, Sha Ergou came to deliver some snacks yesterday morning. Was there anything unusual about it?"
"Something unusual?"
His brilliant idea paused, and he muttered curiously:
"What could be wrong with that silly boy? But I only saw him through the crack in the door, I didn't look at him so closely. Why are you asking this, Xiao Rongzi? Did something happen to him?"
Ouyang Rong didn't ask any further questions.
When he woke up again, it was already evening.
Perhaps due to the heavy rains of the past few days, the weather cleared up today, and a wine-red sunset appeared in the evening, as beautiful as a dream.
Ouyang Rong turned his head and glanced at the window. The sunset glow fell on it, as if it were draped in a thin veil.
After a moment of distraction, Ouyang Rong closed his eyes again and entered the Pagoda of Merit.
Because the nightly vegetarian meals at the water prison are now delivered later, Ouyang Rong no longer needs to go there too early, and can stay at his lodgings a little longer.
Upon arriving at the Merit Pagoda, he routinely inspected the bronze bell and the small wooden fish, then glanced down at the cyan-gold characters above the wooden fish.
[Merit: 1,512]
Recently, his merits have increased quite a bit. In addition to the merits that are occasionally reported from the construction work in Longcheng County and Xunyang, there is also an extra merit for delivering vegetarian meals every night. It was only after seeing those prisoners last night that Ouyang Rong vaguely realized that this merit was likely from the sickly young man in cell number C.
Leaving that aside for now, there was actually an extra merit yesterday, but the way it was added, or rather, the person who gave him the merit, made Ouyang Rong somewhat unwilling.
This person was none other than Sha Ergou.
Yesterday evening, around this time, shortly after Ouyang Rong finished talking with Sha Ergou and Sha Ergou left, he heard a clear wooden fish sound in his ear.
The amount is not small, about two hundred.
Based on Ouyang Rong's extensive past experience, it is very difficult for a single person to provide such merit.
And it's obvious without even guessing who gave it to him.
Ouyang Rong frowned slightly, finding Sha Ergou's thoughts rather strange.
However, since the parties involved don't talk about it, he shouldn't pry too much, especially now that he has important things to do and no energy to interfere in other people's fates. It's not like Aqing or Xiaoxuan; Ouyang Rong has no obligation to care.
However, since Sha Ergou was able to give him the reward afterward, it means that Ouyang Rong did indeed provide Sha Ergou with help yesterday.
Although Ouyang Rong didn't know how he had helped Sha Ergou or how he had made Sha Ergou feel grateful.
However, this measure itself implies certain security concerns... Sha Ergou's side should not have too much of a problem.
Ouyang Rong stared at the numbers on the small wooden fish, pondered for a moment, and decided to find a free opportunity to have a good chat with Sha Ergou next time.
After a moment's thought, Ouyang Rong looked up at the Blessing Bell.
The most recent unusual event was the double-color blessing from last time. Looking back now, it was well worth the money.
It was proven true for the path of Lai Chenjiaxin and Yun Xiangyi, not for the little girl Li Shu at the beginning, who was like a smokescreen.
This double blessing also allowed Ouyang Rong to successfully sneak into the water prison to deliver vegetarian meals, and in the past two days he even took the opportunity to see the long-lost Taoist Master Sun.
One thousand five hundred merits are exchanged for this medium- to long-term investment; it's not a loss.
However, no new blessings have arrived for a long time now. But Ouyang Rong is actually happy about it. New blessings don't always mean good things, because they might mean that Ouyang Rong will encounter some crisis and needs to "spend money to avert disaster." Merit is his wealth...
However, even the landlord's family has no surplus grain. Ouyang Rong needs to concentrate on accumulating three thousand merits to find an opportunity to meet Cui Hao. At the same time, he can also leave a backup plan for any potential dangerous situations later on.
Ouyang Rong rubbed his face, opened his eyes, and left the Pagoda of Merit.
The sunset glow on the windowpane grew increasingly dark red; the sun was about to set.
Ouyang Rong wasn't in a hurry. He got up happily and slept soundly.
He walked toward the desk, and a blue shadow shot toward him.
It is a painting of Peach Blossom Spring, and a touch of clear blue light shines on the dark axis.
It was a craftsman who had been guarding the house all along.
The Peach Blossom Sword Formation has been completed for some time now. Having temporarily escaped the limitations of his true form, [Craftsman] wields the bronze scroll, a counterfeit cauldron sword, with ease, often using it to stroll around and relax.
The nature of an active child.
However, compared to the more lively [Craftsman], the other cauldron sword [Humble Scholar], which also constructed the Peach Blossom Sword Formation, is much quieter and more stable.
As its name suggests, [Humble Scholar] is indeed quite "homebody," much like a hermit from the Northern and Southern Dynasties. It doesn't compete with [Craftsman] for control of the same counterfeit sword... Of course, it may also be that it has passed the age of being lively and energetic. As an old-style sword that was born hundreds of years earlier than [Craftsman], [Humble Scholar] has experienced more legendary things than roadside tales. Its view of the new sword [Craftsman] is probably like an older sister coldly watching her naive younger sister.
Ouyang Rong felt much more at ease about this, at least it would give him some peace and quiet.
If the two swords in his hands were to "fight," who knows how much trouble it would cause? He used to have these worries, but now they have been dispelled.
Before long, Ouyang Rong walked to the desk, and the Peach Blossom Spring painting floated beside him, following him like a little girl holding onto her brother's clothes.
Arriving at the table, the taciturn young man casually sat down, extending his right hand forward.
The Peach Blossom Spring painting immediately came closer, opening in the air without wind. The painting paper smoothly unfolded, and Ouyang Rong reached inside, pulling out a long, snow-white object and placing it on the table.
It is precisely because of the sword that one knows frost.
Ouyang Rong stroked the sword.
The snow-white longsword trembled reflexively at first, then lay limply on the table, unmoved by Ouyang Rong's "invasion" of it.
He looked weak and sickly.
It's clear that Ouyang Rong has infused it with too much merit-based purple mist these past two days, and it's now completely numb and has given up any resistance.
Like a rich young lady who has fallen into the hands of bandits, she has been ravaged by the villainous leader and has become numb and paralyzed.
This reaction made Ouyang Rong feel a little embarrassed.
It feels like he's ruined it a bit; it was such a fine divine weapon.
Perhaps the purple mist of merit was too eerie and ferocious. If I were to use the purple mist of merit again next time, it would be better to inject a smaller amount... Ouyang Rong thought to himself.
After a moment, Ouyang Rong put away the Peach Blossom Spring painting and placed his palm on the Zhi Shuang sword he had taken out. However, his eyes were fixed on the setting sun gradually fading in front of the window next to him. He tapped the sword blade lightly with his fingers, seemingly lost in thought.
(End of this chapter)
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