Chapter 470 A Wise Woman? She can be admired from afar and also touched!
"The skill of the sage is called music. He can communicate with and control anything that produces music, amplifying or reducing the sound, and using it as a primary means of attack."
Xie Lingjiang turned her head and explained:
"Because he has just been promoted to a sage, he has some overly heavy vocalizations that he cannot control, like the loudest bells."
"Senior Brother, I just tried it out, and the one that's easiest to control and use right now is the whistling autumn wind that makes the leaves sway when you turn the pages, followed by the babbling brook that makes the sound of water. But the latter one is a bit more difficult than the former."
"However, just like the previous skills, they can be enhanced as one's Qi cultivation level improves."
Ouyang Rong suddenly realized: "I understand, this is interesting. There aren't many things that can produce sound even lighter than the wind."
"Correct answer."
Xie Lingjiang smiled.
Ouyang Rong suddenly asked, "Junior Sister, could you try raising or lowering the volume later to see if you can silence others temporarily? Conceal your own voice, act stealthily, and remain silent."
Xie Lingjiang glanced at him:
"Senior Brother, you're quick-witted. The latter one isn't difficult, but the former requires some cultivation... However, I've heard that in ancient times there was a scholar who was well-versed in the classics and whose voice was like a bell in the imperial palace. He rebuked the officials, and the entire court was silenced. Even the emperor stammered."
Ouyang Rong gave a thumbs up: "As expected of scholars, you guys are really good at arguing, directly silencing others... Just thinking about not being able to speak while arguing makes me anxious to death."
"Isn't Senior Brother also a scholar?" Xie Lingjiang said, somewhat displeased.
“I’m different. I’m not as polite and reasonable as you. If I can take action, I won’t waste words.”
He paused, glanced at his junior sister who looked doubtful, and nodded slightly:
"Of course, we should be sincere and friendly before taking action. Be harmless for about fifteen breaths, and try to persuade them with kind words. Although it won't do much good, when the time comes, just clear the area and leave."
"My senior brother is really bad, and he's the kind of bad who does it secretly."
Ouyang Rong sighed: "There's no other way. We have to choose between reason and physics."
"Physics?" she asked, confused.
Ouyang Rong changed the subject:
"Speaking of the previous skills, I haven't heard my junior sister talk about them much."
Xie Lingjiang counted on her fingers, her pink lips softly reciting:
"Actually, there's not much to say..."
"The ninth-rank scholar learns skills and esoteric arts, mainly studying the basic knowledge of Qi practitioners such as the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, Yin and Yang and the Five Elements, to make the mind work faster, the ears and eyes sharp, and the mind flexible and resourceful."
"An eighth-rank gentleman, having mastered various skills, including archery, hitting the bullseye from a hundred paces, and physical fitness..."
"A seventh-rank book reader, who has mastered the art of ink writing... This is currently a useless skill. I heard that it requires a high rank to be able to release spiritual energy and then use it in conjunction with other skills."
"The sixth-rank sage is Yue Yun, as my senior brother already knows."
Ouyang Rong pondered, "Ink writing? Could it be related to spirit ink? Does it require writing something?"
Xie Lingjiang bit her lip and hesitated for a moment. She turned her head and glanced at the place outside the courtyard where the faint sounds of the little black spirit playing could be heard. She whispered:
"Senior Brother, this little ink spirit is actually very precious not only in the Taoist Xuanmen, but also in the three mountains of talismans, who are vying for it."
"Within the Confucian school, it is also a great opportunity for scholars and Qi practitioners. However, unlike the Qi practitioners of the Daoist school, Confucian scholars need at least a mid-level or higher spiritual cultivation to use it, so not many people know about it."
"The spiritual ink it produces can not only be used by Taoist priests of the Three Mountains to write talismans, but also by Confucian scholars to write imperial edicts."
"So, senior brother, please take good care of her and don't let her 'run away from home.' Be patient with her little tantrums, and if it really doesn't work, let me coax her."
"After all, such precious and special little spirits may only exist in a handful in the world, and they have always been in high demand throughout history."
"Tsk, no wonder the female immortal dares to be so arrogant and boasts about taking on a little follower."
Ouyang Rong smiled and stroked his chin:
"Are Confucian scholars needed for the future if they are at the intermediate level of cultivation? Then let this female immortal take on a junior sister as a follower sometime... What a coincidence, I heard that she knew the junior sister's Xie ancestor before, and perhaps she also took on a follower in the Xie family of Chenjun."
Xie Lingjiang naturally knew what "little follower" meant, and a warm feeling washed over her.
She didn't agree, but silently reached out and pinched Ouyang Rong's waist, whispering:
"My senior brother is very generous and easygoing towards me, even giving me this."
“They’re all the same,” he said casually.
"Um?"
Xie Lingjiang asked slowly and deliberately, "Is there anyone else?"
"I mean, Miaosi is the same as you and me."
"snort."
Xie Lingjiang gave him a slightly reproachful look.
Ouyang Rong inhaled, twisted his body, and put on an innocent expression:
"Why is that junior sister pinching me?"
He wanted to take the opportunity to flirt with her a few more times, but then a soft hand that was pinching his waist wouldn't let go and even twisted it halfway around.
"Hiss..." He tilted his head back and straightened his back.
Xie Lingjiang's pretty face tightened:
"I wonder if the generous and easygoing Young Master Ouyang is also this kind to other women, hmm, giving them all sorts of benefits and good things so readily."
“Junior Sister, I’m not stupid,” Ouyang Rong said with thick eyebrows and big eyes.
"It's hard to say whether this is stupidity or something else."
"What? What?" he asked curiously.
"Oh?"
Xie Lingjiang hummed in silence, turning her head to look at the distant scenery.
Actually, I wasn't angry; I just wanted to put someone who was sometimes stubborn and sometimes cunning in a bad way.
After a moment, she whispered the instructions:
“I’ve just been promoted to Sage, so I don’t need to look through books anymore. Isn’t Senior Brother short of Spirit Ink for making secret talismans? Let her stay by your side.”
Ouyang Rong naturally couldn't explain to Xie Lingjiang that, compared to Lingmo, he was more in need of merit purple mist, and that one red and black talisman would be enough for now.
Seeing that he remained silent, Xie Lingjiang stopped mentioning the matter, considering it settled, and changed the subject.
Ouyang Rong thought for a moment and asked:
"Junior Sister has already mastered mathematics, archery, calligraphy, and music, so the remaining skills of etiquette and horsemanship require a high-level scholar's lineage to master?"
"Yes." Xie Lingjiang nodded.
"Who will ultimately gain control?"
"If I'm not mistaken, it's... a gift."
"present?"
Xie Lingjiang spoke with an unusually serious tone: "Ritual is the foundation of Confucianism. Without it, ritual and music will collapse, the people will suffer, and even the monarch cannot violate ritual."
“The skill associated with this ceremony must be quite remarkable,” Ouyang Rong said with a smile.
Xie Lingjiang gently shook her head and said:
"I've only just reached the sixth rank, and the upper rank is still a long way off. I don't even know if I'll ever be able to reach the threshold in this lifetime. By the way, why is Senior Brother always thinking so much about me? Don't be too ambitious."
Ouyang Rong smiled:
"That's called rational planning."
"Then let's make your plans."
"I... I think I'll pass. Mine is too slow. It's harder for a swordsman to advance in rank, as it requires sword techniques, unlike the Daoist lineages of you scholars..."
Actually, it's just that his Qi Refining aptitude isn't as good as hers, but as the senior brother, how could he lose face in front of his junior sister? Ouyang Rong explained seriously for a few minutes, and seeing his junior sister's half-believing and half-doubting expression, he pretended to look around and prepared to slip away.
"Um, I just remembered I have something to do, so I'll have to go now..."
"etc."
Xie Lingjiang stopped Ouyang Rong, narrowed her eyes, looked him up and down, and then parted her lips slightly:
"Strange, why is Senior Brother being so well-behaved today? He hasn't...he hasn't..."
"there is nothing?"
“No clumsy handling,” she whispered.
Ouyang Rong remained expressionless and sighed:
"So-and-so is now a sage, radiating righteousness, her holy light almost blinding me. How dare I, a mere hypocrite, defile the promising female sage of Bailudong..."
Why not give it a try…
The wise woman who loved wearing red suddenly said.
Ouyang Rong's sarcastic remarks stopped abruptly.
"Wh...what should I try?"
She stopped talking.
He actually heard it clearly.
Ouyang Rong tentatively asked, "Junior Sister, you're thinking about it too?"
Xie Lingjiang remained silent, turning her head as if gazing at the distant, dark green mountains.
From someone's perspective, she wore light makeup today, with her eyebrows drawn and her profile was absolutely stunning.
Her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, gently held up with a simple jade hairpin, a few strands of hair dancing lightly in the wind, giving her an air of purity and untouched by worldly dust.
Ouyang Rong glanced sideways at a familiar hot spring not far from the two of them.
Then he glanced at his junior sister, whose eyebrows had a scholarly air about them.
She clearly possesses a dignified and intellectual air, and her red dress exudes a noble and stunning beauty, making her best admired from afar.
But he found today unusually tempting.
I couldn't help but take another look.
Xie Lingjiang sat on the embroidered stool with her legs together and her slender hands clasped together, placed neatly on her thighs in front of her lower abdomen. The red fabric of her dress made the skin on her exposed neck and wrists appear fair and delicate.
Although the high neckline of her dress covered most of her slender neck, the smooth fabric of the expensive silk outlined an incredibly exaggerated and proud curve from her neck to her chest...
At this moment, the woman in red tilted her head slightly, habitually biting her pink lips, her eyes fixed on him.
His eyes seemed to sparkle like stars. Ouyang Rong wondered if it was just his imagination, but his eyes seemed to flicker like shooting stars streaking across the night sky, making them unpredictable.
Her expression seemed to be a half-smile.
Using this to test upright gentlemen, which upright gentleman can withstand such a test?
"Okay, let's give it a try."
Ouyang Rong gritted his teeth and nodded emphatically.
Then... he leaned forward... and began to approach... trying to climb the mountain... venturing to the ends of the earth... and began to play with a lotus flower that could only be admired from afar.
After a period of push-and-pull struggles, they quickly intertwined their necks, entwining like swans.
On the ground nearby, two shadows overlapped.
Immediately afterwards, one person was picked up by the other and taken to the hot spring. During this time, it seemed that shoes, socks, and other items were taken off one by one, leaving a trail behind...
The rustling sounds of ribbons untying and clothes slipping off could be heard, perhaps concealed by the "musical" skills of a newly crowned sage.
The courtyard was quiet.
Time slips away unnoticed.
I don't know how much time has passed.
Anyway, someone's attempt has not yet "failed," but rather is quite suitable.
Comfortable.
All this continued until... the sound of a young woman in Confucian robes skipping and hopping as she approached from outside the courtyard wall.
Before Ouyang Rong, who was engrossed in his meal, could react, she was kicked by Yu Zu in a moment of panic.
This time it's finally not just "eating" in the literal sense.
"Holy crap..."
He instinctively uttered an interjection, and with a "thud," he fell into the hot spring water.
A splash of water rose up.
Just then, the courtyard gate creaked open.
The tiny ink spirit, no bigger than the palm of a hand, struggled to push open a crack in the door.
She swaggered in, shouting in a loud, boisterous voice:
"Ouyang Lianghan, Xie girl, guess what this fairy found outside? A big white goose! Hehe, I love riding geese... Hey, what are you doing? How can you be so rude? Your clothes and socks are all over the place, and you're soaking in the water..."
Amidst the confusion and questions, a newly appointed sage, dressed in red, barefoot, and sporting numerous hickeys on her neck, stumbled and ran towards the main house. On the way, she hastily bent down to pick up some scattered pieces of clothing. Covering her chest with one hand, she blushed and ran into the house without looking back.
To Miao Si, who had just entered, the graceful figure was as beautiful as a startled swan, yet there was a hint of her wanting to flee hastily.
Little Mo Jing, who had never eaten pork but had seen pigs run, widened his eyes and pointed his snow-white whisk into the courtyard:
"Fine, you...you guys, this is inappropriate for children! You can't even resist me going out for a short while? And this is broad daylight! You call yourselves gentlemen and virtuous people!"
"Who do you think you are, a child?"
Ouyang Rong, sounding annoyed, poked his head out of the spring and used his arms to push himself ashore.
Miao Si: "..."
Little Ink Spirit immediately frowned:
"Very well, this fairy maiden will see what tricks you two gentlemen were playing just now. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, right? Bah, let's see if you have any shame..."
A young woman in Confucian robes and a Taoist priestess ran in with her short legs, determined to find evidence of adultery amidst the mess.
However, he was immediately grabbed by Ouyang Rong, who had crawled out of the spring and was half-wet.
"Ahem, junior sister..."
After catching the troublemaker, Ouyang Rong calmly punched the female Taoist priest twice on the forehead. He then tried calling out a few more times, but the main door remained tightly shut.
"You...you go away..." the woman inside the room whispered.
Her low voice still trembled slightly, as if the lingering aftertaste of a passionate encounter had just occurred.
Ouyang Rong tried to coax her a few more times, but his junior sister, Ostrich, still didn't look up or come out of the house. Somewhat helplessly, he wandered around the courtyard a few times and then left.
Anyway, it wasn't a complete loss. While washing and savoring his jade feet, he also experienced the abundance of food in his son's cafeteria and almost didn't want to leave.
Ouyang Rong couldn't help but raise his hand and sniff his fingers. It seemed as if a faint, refreshing fragrance lingered between his fingers, so lingering that he didn't want to leave. At the same time, he could still taste the lingering warmth of the proud white jade that was so different from other places...
Ouyang Rong walked out the door but didn't go any further. Suddenly, Xie Lingjiang's voice came from inside the house:
"Now I won't be reading books anymore, and I don't need to go to those boring poetry gatherings anymore. From now on, I'll follow you around the Prince's Mansion when there's nothing to do. I'll come to see you tomorrow morning."
"Okay. Don't stay in bed and sleep in."
Ouyang Rong agreed without refusing. Back in Longcheng, he used to follow him around every day, so he was used to it.
I didn't take it too seriously.
He took off his crimson official robe, which was mostly soaked, and threw the whimpering little ink spirit, whose mouth was covered, inside and wrapped it up.
Ouyang Rong clutched a bundle of wet clothes and strode away...
(End of this chapter)
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