Chapter 639 The Embroiderer's Dual Cultivation [Seeking Monthly Tickets!]
Zhao Qingxiu was somewhat green and inexperienced.
When she initially tried to appease Ouyang Rong and take the initiative, Ouyang Rong thought that the embroiderer knew some special skills, such as the exclusive skills of the Yue women of Yunmeng Sword Marsh.
After all, it is Yunmeng Sword Marsh, who is most skilled in swordsmanship and swordsmanship.
As the saying goes.
A young woman of sixteen or seventeen has a body as soft as butter, and a precious sword hangs at her waist to slay ordinary men.
Although no heads are seen falling, they secretly drain your very marrow.
Moreover, a woman's slender waist is also a sword. It's possible that the lofty Yunmeng Yue woman is even more powerful, capable of slaying all the mortals below the mountain on a certain level.
So when the embroiderer gently coaxed him to obey and come to her.
Ouyang Rong stood up with a solemn and respectful air.
Even though he possessed the soul of his past life, was extremely proficient in postgraduate entrance exams, and had browsed a lot of study materials.
However, we still dare not underestimate the ancients of this era, and we are prepared with a sense of awe and utmost respect.
The result is... is this all the Yue woman is capable of? My sword has not been any less effective.
Ouyang Rong nodded.
However, he could understand the embroiderer.
It is estimated that the embroiderer was in the same state when Ouyang Rong was unconscious at the Sanhui Courtyard of Donglin Temple in Longcheng County last time.
Although it's unclear why the embroiderer engaged in sexual activity while he was seriously injured and unconscious, perhaps she thought she would never see him again before leaving and decided to leave something behind or take something with her as a memento to bid him farewell.
But clearly, this is all the embroiderer's experience has to offer.
She's a bit slow, and for now she's only used to the mode where her boyfriend doesn't move.
Perhaps in the embroiderer's opinion, men shouldn't move at all; they should lie down and rest properly, like a master. She should do the hard work and serve them.
What a strange first impression!
Ouyang Rong decided to give her a good talking-to.
However, direct instruction and command-style rote learning are not the practices of a wise teacher.
Subtle and gradual teaching is more important. It should even make the person being taught feel that they have figured it out on their own, derive enjoyment from it, and spontaneously adjust and integrate it based on these well-timed positive feedbacks.
Only in this way can one learn well, and only then can one be guaranteed to learn and master the skills. Otherwise, how can one be called a wise teacher and produce outstanding students?
Unable to agree any further, Ouyang Rong took action, beginning a new round of preaching, imparting knowledge, and resolving doubts...
In the darkness, Zhao Qingxiu was somewhat dazed and confused.
She didn't know how she changed her posture.
She was originally leaning forward with her hands on Tanlang's chest, occasionally resting her head, her ponytail falling forward and draping over her snow-white, slender shoulders. The whole position was quite awkward, and her flushed face was often directly facing Tanlang, so she had to keep her head down and "behave herself." But she was clearly doing something high-profile, attracting Tanlang's attention...
But later, perhaps it was Tanlang's subtle reactions, or perhaps it was his small adjustments to make himself more comfortable, or even his occasional support or patting—as if done unintentionally—that forced her to change positions, and gradually things became simpler and smoother.
She went from placing her hands on his chest to his stomach, and then evolved into a more skillful and effortless method... Zhao Qingxiu leaned back and moved her hands behind her back to his legs, which was surprisingly convenient, and she was delighted to find it.
The two worked together seamlessly, and this sparked a natural chemistry during their first round of sparring.
Ouyang Rong lay flat, taking in the entire scene.
The inner room was pitch black.
He didn't want to turn off the light; the lamp on the table had been turned off by the embroiderer, who was shy.
However, the embroiderer did not know that Ouyang Rong was also a Qi cultivator with excellent night vision.
He could clearly see the snow-white figure in the darkness. The embroiderer probably thought he was completely blind, unaware that her clumsiness had been observed by Ouyang Rong.
Moreover, Ouyang Rong, who was very discreet, discovered the fleeting fluctuations of spiritual energy that flashed across the embroiderer's body when she occasionally bit her lip in pain or confusion.
The vermilion hue is not deep red.
This means that the embroiderer's spiritual cultivation level is seventh grade, and close to the great perfection of the seventh grade.
Because mid-grade Qi cultivators possess red spiritual energy, and both seventh and sixth grade Qi cultivators fall into the mid-grade category, there are further differences based on color. Seventh grade Qi cultivators initially possess light red spiritual energy, while sixth grade Qi cultivators possess dark red spiritual energy.
The spiritual energy in his dantian was vermilion, a step further than the light red of the early seventh rank, indicating that he was approaching the perfection of the seventh rank.
Ouyang Rong nodded slightly. He was not surprised. For a embroiderer to be a seventh-rank official was not low in Yunmeng Sword Marsh.
While imparting knowledge and skills, one must also be mindful of controlling one's own spiritual energy fluctuations so that the embroiderer cannot detect them; this is also a skill... Wait, the embroiderer seems to be blind, but since the two are now completely open with each other, at a very close distance, she might be able to sense it through some touch.
Although she inadvertently revealed her spiritual power, Ouyang Rong felt that the embroiderer was already very capable of holding on until now, and that she must have completely let go of him and had no defenses at all.
While moments of joy can be intoxicating and easy to lose oneself in, Ouyang Rong had to force out a sliver of clear thinking. Firstly, he needed to prevent the sword-wielder's spiritual energy from leaking out, which could frighten the embroiderer and expose the Butterfly Love Flower's owner—that would be a shock rather than a pleasant surprise. Secondly, he needed to investigate the anomaly that had just occurred…
After a short while, leaving the embroiderer to continue her clumsy work, his thoughts returned to the Pagoda of Merit.
At a certain moment, Ouyang Rong closed his eyes and looked inward at the Hall of Merit.
Inside the empty, unpredictable space of the Merit Pagoda, both an ancient bronze bell and a small wooden fish appeared unusual.
The ancient bronze bell hangs high in the air, its body trembling slightly, continuously emitting purple mist, within which are light pink threads.
This is very similar to the "Three Thousand Merits" peach blossom blessing triggered when I last met the embroiderer in the kitchen.
However, when Ouyang Rong extended his divine sense and touched the Blessing Bell, there was no corresponding blessing to exchange for it.
The strange vibrations and the emergence of purple energy from the Blessing Bell left him completely baffled.
Another point is that, compared to the bell's vibrations when blessings were triggered in the past, the frequency of the current blessing bell's vibrations is somewhat different, sometimes rapid and sometimes gentle, not a uniform, regular rhythm.
Moreover, for some reason, Ouyang Rong felt a vague sense of familiarity with the rather irregular rhythm of the bell's vibrations.
After thinking for a long time, I still couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation.
Ouyang Rong turned his gaze to a round, inconspicuous little wooden fish.
The wooden fish itself was normal, but the line of cyan-gold characters above it was unusual.
[Merit: 8,358]
The line of cyan-gold characters appeared and disappeared, sometimes real, sometimes illusory, like flickering in the darkness, constantly reminding Ouyang Rong.
Ouyang Rong was very familiar with the little wooden fish, and was no stranger to this flickering behavior.
In the past, whenever the Blessing Bell triggered a new blessing and was ready to be redeemed, the little wooden fish would give this signal as long as he had enough merit points. Once he touched it, the line of cyan-gold characters would transform into a dazzling carp that would rush towards the Blessing Bell. The size and brilliance of the carp depended on the amount of merit points required to redeem the blessing at that time.
Therefore, in the past, this kind of flashing was a sign that one could exchange merit for something.
But right now, the Blessing Bell hasn't triggered any blessings; it's just making strange noises. How can I redeem it? And what should I redeem?
As Ouyang Rong was puzzled, a sudden inspiration flashed in his mind.
He suddenly turned his head and looked at the Blessing Clock, focusing his attention on its irregular shaking frequency.
After staring for a moment, while also sensing some of the "clumsy frequencies" happening in the outside world, he compared the internal and external energies and his expression changed slightly.
In the darkness, Ouyang Rong silently opened his eyes and glanced at the snow-white figure drenched in sweat.
Good heavens, they're on the same frequency.
Wait, does it mean...?
Ouyang Rong closed his eyes again and entered the Merit Pagoda. Without even glancing at the Blessing Bell, he went to the small wooden fish.
After hesitating for a moment, he reached out and touched it.
The light from the line of cyan-gold characters above the small wooden fish suddenly shone brightly, and clusters of cyan-gold light began to rush towards the blessing bell above. Yes, they rushed out in clusters, like bullets flying out.
These cyan-gold orbs of light were not large, resembling tiny carp, and the frequency at which they flew out subtly corresponded to the irregular frequency of the clumsy trembling of the Blessing Bell...
Before Ouyang Rong could observe closely, his attention was drawn to the new changes in the cyan-gold characters.
[Merit: 8,358]...[Merit: 8,357]...[Merit: 8,356]...[Merit: 8,355]...
As clusters of cyan-gold light departed, the numbers represented by the cyan-gold characters gradually decreased. Although it wasn't like the previous exchange of blessings where a large amount of merit disappeared after a cluster of light flew out, this continuous process still consumed a lot of merit.
It's like a leak; if there's no benefit, why would he deduct merit for nothing?
Ouyang Rong frowned, but he didn't immediately let go and stop. He turned his head and his gaze fell back on the Blessing Bell.
Whenever this small, cyan-gold ball of light strikes the Blessing Bell, the bell emits a crisp sound, and the purple mist on the bell's surface scatters, just like when blacksmithing is being struck.
Moreover, after this observation, Ouyang Rong confirmed his judgment once again: the frequency of the crisp sound emitted by the Blessing Bell after being hit by the cyan-gold light ball did indeed correspond to the vibration frequency of the Blessing Bell itself!
The frequency of the unusually trembling bell is faintly the same as the frequency of the embroiderers' efforts outside.
Could there be a subtle positive correlation between the two? But what's the point of that?
As Ouyang Rong opened his eyes in suspicion, he suddenly discovered that the purple mist of merit was slowly swirling around the embroiderer's delicate body and entering her lower abdomen... that is, her dantian.
This purple mist is usually only visible to him, which is why it is so clear in the darkness.
Ouyang Rong suddenly realized.
It turns out that all the blessings and purple mist from the merit points exchanged on the little wooden fish went into the embroiderer's body.
This anomaly was triggered by the embroiderer!
What use would this purple mist of merit have if it entered the embroiderer's body?
Ouyang Rong looked thoughtful. Since the Purple Mist of Merit could transform into the spiritual energy of a Taoist's lineage when using the Shangqing Ultimate Technique, wouldn't that mean it could also transform into the spiritual energy of the Yue Nu Taoist lineage?
So he was "replenished" by the embroiderer, or in other words, the two were engaged in dual cultivation?
Goodness.
Is it a characteristic of the merit pagoda, or something else?
Could it be that he could have such a relationship with any woman he shared a sexual encounter with?
Or is it that only the embroiderers are the exception?
Because Ouyang Rong thought of the peach blossom blessing he had received not long ago. Was it the blessing that was at work?
Now it seems that the blessing of peach blossoms corresponds to this place, but it's unclear whether this effect of injecting meritorious purple mist into a woman's dantian can only be applied to the embroiderer...
As Ouyang Rong pondered, the embroiderer stopped, panting heavily.
Ouyang Rong discovered that the unusual appearance of the Merit Pagoda had disappeared.
The purple mist of merit that had been slowly flowing into the embroiderer's dantian also stopped.
That's true. It's based on frequency. If a person stops moving, the purple mist of merit will definitely stop being transmitted.
In the inner room, on her boudoir, Zhao Qingxiu didn't want to move a single finger.
She just wanted to lie quietly in her lover's arms, lost in thought.
Her turn was over, but Ouyang Rong remained upright and incorruptible, refusing to utter a single word.
He counted the merits he had just used up; the embroiderer had only consumed a little over two hundred of his merits. Moreover, judging from her expression, she seemed completely unaware of the presence of the merit mist, or at least not the abnormality. This might be because the amount of merit mist injected was too small, or it might simply be a subtle and gradual change.
"This isn't enough," Ouyang Rong muttered.
"Huh?" Zhao Qingxiu looked up, still confused.
Ouyang Rong did not answer, and without the slightest hesitation, began to rise from slave to master.
According to his careful calculation, the merit purple mist injected into the embroiderer's body is related to the frequency amplitude and the time consumed. Quantifying it, on average, it consumes about one point of merit in one breath.
One breath is roughly equivalent to three to five seconds in the previous life. That's roughly how it's transformed. So... let's start with a thousand breaths. Hmm, let's infuse the embroiderer with a thousand merits first!
Anyway, this merit purple mist is definitely a good thing. If it doesn't promote cultivation, it will at least heal and improve. It's all beneficial and has no harm. It's rare that his merit purple mist is so plentiful right now, so he has no choice but to inject it... I mean, merit purple mist.
Although he might need to use it when he goes to Donglin Temple at dawn and needs to save some beforehand, eight thousand merits are enough for him to indulge in a little luxury.
After all, she's one of our own women, why be stingy?
Ouyang Rong nodded secretly.
His turn began.
Play your card!
In the darkness, Zhao Qingxiu, who had been completely powerless, suddenly found herself below.
"ah……"
Before she could react, she found that Tanlang had already closed in on her.
Her face flushed red, "Ah..."
Zhao Qingxiu wanted to persuade him to exercise restraint.
The overwhelming sensation left her powerless to write words of advice with her fingers, and she could only speak passively.
More than half an hour has passed.
Repeated defeats, repeated attempts, unfailing success, incorrigible, and recurring occurrences...
Zhao Qingxiu's blind, dark eyes widened. How could her beloved be so energetic and tireless?
Where is the image of a weak scholar now... Is this how all men do this?
What's strange is that there seems to be a warm current flowing through my body and returning to my dantian. Hmm, could this be a normal reaction to this kind of marital intimacy?
In the darkness, Tanlang, like a dragon, seemed to possess a magical power, warming her entire body and making it difficult for her to leave him. She was subtly immersed in him, her mind wandering far and wide...
Zhao Qingxiu was so shy that she wanted to dig a hole and disappear into it, never to see anyone again.
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