Chapter 940 The Newly Emerged Counterfeit Ding Sword (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)
To construct the Peach Blossom Sword Formation, not only is a Ding Sword needed, but also a counterfeit Ding Sword as its carrier.
For example, the eighteen-bead Buddhist rosary that Cui Hao used back then.
There was also the string of wooden Buddhist prayer beads that Ouyang Rong gave to Li Dalang.
These counterfeit cauldrons and swords, or counterfeit cauldrons, also need to be forged with blood bronze or mithril in order to form an array and resonate with the cauldrons and swords that have already been forged with blood bronze or mithril in the distance.
Ouyang Rong took out a Yunmeng Token and placed it on the Mo family's sword box.
He then took out nothing else.
There are no other items made of blood bronze in the Peach Blossom Spring map.
At the same time, Ouyang Rong, who was making hand seals with his eyes closed, did not take out anything new as the new body of the counterfeit Ding Sword.
So what is the counterfeit Ding sword from the "Craftsmanship" series?
What will be used to support the projection of "craftsmanship" in the future?
Ouyang Rong remained silent.
On the table in front of him were the Mo family sword box, the Yunmeng Token, and forty-nine Kui Xing talismans.
There was also something else on the table, something I was used to:
A painting of Peach Blossom Spring.
He already had a ready-made counterfeit Ding sword.
It is also the only counterfeit Ding Sword in the [Humble Scholar] faction.
But who says it can't also be a counterfeit of another Ding sword?
The vessel for the counterfeit sword is missing, and the blood bronze is insufficient.
The Peach Blossom Spring painting comes with a bronze axle.
In terms of seniority, it has been in the hands of three people over the past three hundred years: Tao Yuanming, Cui Hao, and Wu Daozi.
The Peach Blossom Sword Formation was also transformed from it.
This old bronze scroll is the true masterpiece of counterfeit bronze swords!
Ouyang Rong sat quietly at the table, holding a scroll in his hand, making a hand seal with one hand, and murmuring with his eyes closed.
He himself didn't see his own hand forming a hand seal, moving faster and faster, even leaving afterimages.
I don't know how much time has passed.
The next instant.
The taciturn young man seemed to open his eyes.
The only candle on the table went out, plunging the surroundings into darkness.
And at the very moment the candle went out, faintly... a talisman floated up.
...
Miao Si waited for about half an hour.
Bored, she skipped and hopped to the kitchen and rummaged through it.
For some reason, I'm hungry again.
Not long ago, my belly was bulging and I was full.
Staying up late at night makes you hungry.
Maybe she's still at the age where she's growing, and Xiao Rongzi doesn't know how to be more tolerant... Miao Si touched her belly and sighed.
She lived for hundreds of years, was it easy for her?
Miao Si searched the kitchen thoroughly, turning it upside down.
There wasn't even half a radish left.
Actually, there were a few leftovers in the pile of vegetables, but they were all things she disliked and didn't like to eat. In Ouyang Rong's words, she was quite a picky eater.
Miao Si had a stern face and looked a little unhappy.
She was asked to keep watch, but she wasn't given any food or even a late-night snack.
And that brat really cooked all the good food for Aqing, leaving nothing for himself.
Life is tough, even for a master craftsman, who sighs with regret.
However, I did have some ink sticks and snacks stored up beforehand.
But Miao Si immediately saw through his intentions; he was slowly trying to seduce her, using his cunning and manipulative methods to win her over.
Do you really think she's a monkey, trying to be fickle and unpredictable?
Miao Si, of course, wouldn't have it. She was a well-read and erudite woman! She had read the story of the Song Dynasty man and his fickle monkey troop hundreds of years ago.
It's impossible for them to fall for it.
So, while Ouyang Rong was back in the evening and fell asleep, she ate all of these things.
Having lived for hundreds of years, besides sleeping soundly, Miao Si has also summarized a great truth:
In this world, no one's promises to her count; only what she eats counts!
Knowing that Ouyang Rong was busy with important matters, Miao Si did not bother him.
She walked around the yard with her arms crossed, then lay down by the well and drank some of the cool well water.
Midway through, Little Ink Spirit glanced at the neighboring yard and twitched its nose.
If Ouyang Rong hadn't strictly forbidden her from leaving the courtyard, Miao Si would have definitely shown the Li family next door what the majesty of a female immortal was like... and devoured their entire kitchen.
Miaosi sat by the well, swinging her legs, and stared blankly for a while.
A moment later, she yawned, feeling a little tired, jumped down, and ran back into the house.
Upon arriving at the door, Miaosi suddenly realized that there seemed to be no light inside the room.
"Strange, why aren't the lamps lit? Haven't we been drawing talismans lately? How can we draw them without lamps? Are we slacking off too...?"
She muttered something, then pushed the door open with both hands. Looking inside, she saw that it was pitch black and completely silent, with no sound or light leaking out.
Miao Si stopped outside the door, looked around, and tried calling out into the darkness ahead:
"Little Rongzi? Little Rongzi!"
After a moment, there was only an echo inside the room; there was still no response.
Where is that kid?
Miao Si's brows furrowed slightly, and she began to mutter to herself:
"Could it be that she's killed herself? That's scary... Hey, don't scare me like that. This fairy is so hungry I'm practically fainting. Come out here, Xiao Rongzi, hey hey hey..."
As Xiao Mo Jing continued shouting, her tone became somewhat anxious.
"Don't scare me like that, something's really not wrong, is it...?"
After saying that, she climbed over the threshold and hurriedly ran inside.
The young woman in Confucian robes hadn't run more than a few steps when she cried out "Ouch!" and fell backward, as if she had bumped into a pillar.
"Wh-what is that?"
Her forehead was red from the impact, and tears streamed down her face from the pain.
But the next second, Miao Si's little face froze:
"Little Rongzi?"
She saw with her own eyes as the taciturn young man slowly walked out of the darkness inside the house, his silhouette outlined by the moonlight in the courtyard.
It was Ouyang Rong. His expression was calm as he glanced around.
The courtyard was quiet, except for the sound of Miaosi falling to the ground, clutching her forehead and gasping for breath.
Ouyang Rong glanced down at her and nodded in agreement:
"The fairy's forehead is quite hard; she almost knocked me flying."
Ingenious idea: ...
Looking at the irritating young man in front of her who didn't seem like he was about to be knocked away at all, Miao Si's little face flushed with anger:
"Fly, fly, fly! You might as well just fly to your death, you liar, you big liar! Why do you pretend to be a great master and stay silent all the time? Next time you suffocate in your cultivation, I won't bother with you. Who are you trying to scare in the middle of the night..."
Ouyang Rong bent down, picked her up, put her on his shoulder, and walked to the kitchen.
He walked out of the dark room alone.
Before going to the kitchen, he glanced back at the table inside the room and casually closed the door.
In the corridor, Miao Si crossed her arms, turned her head, and shouted loudly into his ear:
"Don't think you can get rid of me with a few meals. Let me tell you, this isn't over yet. Ouch, my forehead hurts so much. Waaah, you have to pay me back. Don't even think about a few meals... It'll be at least a dozen meals, um, plus a dozen ink sticks."
Ouyang Rong touched his stomach and turned his head in confusion:
"Who's going to cook for you? I'm just hungry, I'll make myself a bowl of noodles."
Ingenious idea: ?
Upon entering the kitchen, ignoring the fact that Xiao Mo had dug three feet into the ground, Ouyang Rong skillfully started a fire and heated the stove.
He turned his back to the door, stubbornly refusing to come in, and casually asked:
"Are you going to eat this? If not, then forget it."
Miao Si snorted coldly, turning her back to the kitchen: "Hmph, food offered with contempt."
About half an hour later.
Ouyang Rong put down the bowl, wiped the soup from the corner of his mouth, and carried the stuffed Xiao Mo Jing back into the house.
Both the human and the spirit were very full.
Miao Si was weak and listless, and did not resist his disrespectful act of carrying her along.
The fairy goddess was too lazy to even move a finger; she was utterly listless.
"I can't take it anymore, Xiao Rongzi. The stuff you humans eat is too filling. But it doesn't keep you full. You feel bloated after eating, but you get hungry again soon. It's like eating dirt. It's not as good as Little Inksticks and Literary Qi, which are good at keeping you full... I can't take it anymore. Quickly buy me two Little Inksticks to help me digest."
Ouyang Rong curled his lip:
"Your family's digestion involves continuing to eat, right? And from your description, it sounds like you're eating clay during a famine... Don't make wild comparisons. Just tell me, are the noodles delicious?"
Miao Si pouted: "It smells good, but it doesn't keep me full."
Ouyang Rong shook his head: "Anyone as mischievous as you, running around everywhere, would get hungry easily. No matter what you eat, it wouldn't keep you from getting so restless."
"Little Rongzi, you're talking nonsense."
Miao Si raised a finger and said lazily:
"It's clearly your food that's problematic. These grains and cereals have too little essence, which is easily lost... No wonder you humans eat two or three meals a day, unlike us who are refined and eat specialized food. One meal can sustain us for a month or more."
"These grains and meats only look appetizing; they're not very nutritious. If you wanted to become immortals like those in ancient books, the first thing you'd do is abstain from grains..."
Miao Si regained some of her bravado and, with a look in her eyes, directed Ouyang Rong to put her on his shoulder.
"Little Rongzi, you must know that those who eat meat are base, those who eat grains are foolish, those who eat air live long, and those who do not eat live forever..."
Little Ink Spirit muttered something, then rolled over, as if she had turned her back on everyone, and accused them vehemently:
"Hmph, from now on, don't give me any of this low-grade food. I am the Ink Immortal, do you understand what an immortal is?"
Ouyang Rong said expressionlessly, "You were the one eating the most just now, so shut up."
"you……"
Before Xiao Mo Jing could change her expression, Ouyang Rong had already strode into the house.
At this moment, the moon outside the window slowly set; it was already late at night, and dawn had not yet broken.
Ouyang Rong took some lamp oil from the cabinet, returned to the table, and relit the lights in the room.
The light illuminated the house, which had been covered in dust for a long time.
Miao Si looked around and hesitated for a moment.
"Little Rongzi, what were you doing, staying in the room without even turning on the light? Have you finished drawing the talisman yet...?"
She paused for a moment.
Because I could see the desktop clearly.
Something's not right.
The forty-nine talismans that were originally arranged around the Mo family sword box on the table have all disappeared.
The desktop was unusually clean, appearing empty.
Only a sword case lay quietly in the center of the table.
The bronze scrolls that Ouyang Rong often used have also disappeared without a trace, and it is unknown where they have been hidden.
Miao Si looked around, her gaze slowly landing on the lonely sword box, and her brows gradually furrowed.
This sword case seems a little different.
Unsure if it was just her eyes playing tricks on her, Miao Si jumped off Ouyang Rong's calm-faced shoulder, landed on the table, approached the sword box, circled it, and examined it curiously.
"Strange, Little Rongzi, why is it like this? I remember it was made of some kind of wood, why has the color changed..."
As she spoke, she tapped the unusual spot on the sword case with her fingers.
"Knock knock".
A metallic echo, like striking copper and iron, resounded, somewhat cold and dull.
"Isn't this bronze...?"
Miao Si looked around in confusion: "You can forge iron? What did you use? How did you melt the bronze in? It's so smooth..."
Ouyang Rong remained silent and reached out to touch the "brand new" sword case.
Under the lamplight, the sword case revealed its new full appearance.
Most of the box is still made of rustic wood, but in the middle section, about two palm-lengths long, the entire section has been transformed into a dark red metallic material.
Its shape is very irregular, like... the shape of a copper-red candle that has completely melted and is seen on the table the next day.
However, the melting candle will not seep into the tabletop.
At this moment, it seemed that a piece of bronze metal had been completely "melted" and cast into the body of the Mo family sword box.
The shape of the sword case remained unchanged, except for the addition of a metallic-looking color.
Its oddly colored metallic parts gleamed with a faint, eerie light under the candlelight, giving it a somewhat cold and strange appearance.
For some reason, Miao Si shivered.
She examined it carefully for a while, vaguely understanding something, and turned her head to ask:
"Hmm, this is your result? Little Rongzi, what's the use of this thing? Can it suppress the lightning pool inside the sword box? Can it rescue [Craftsmanship]?"
As soon as Miao Si finished speaking, she noticed that Ouyang Rong's expression was somewhat strange.
Why are you staring at me like that?
She took two steps back, crossed her arms, and asked warily.
Ouyang Rong suddenly asked:
"You didn't see or hear anything?"
Thought-provoking questions:
"What do you mean, 'saw and heard'? Why are you acting so strangely now? I told you to stay away from that little wench surnamed Chen, but you wouldn't listen..."
Ouyang Rong didn't speak or refute, but lowered his head and reached out to stroke the sword box.
Miao Si sensed something was wrong. She circled the sword box once, then quietly reached out, as if to open a crack.
Ouyang Rong slapped her small hand away, tilted his head and asked:
"Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"
Miao Si stood tall and proud, arms crossed, righteously condemning him:
"So what if it gets struck by lightning? Even if it does, this fairy maiden still wants to visit the little brother [Craftsman]. It's been so long since I've seen him, I miss him terribly. Unlike you, you heartless man, you just left it in the box and didn't care about it at all, you didn't even think of a way to rescue it. You're the most ruthless, without a doubt!"
Ouyang Rong asked curiously:
"Didn't we just bump into each other?"
A sudden thought struck him:
"What? You stumbled upon something...?"
Halfway through her sentence, she suddenly turned her head and looked towards the door.
As if by some kind of synesthesia, the red spot on my forehead that I bumped not long ago has started to ache again.
"Collide? Xiao Rongzi, you mean..."
She turned around in surprise, only to see Ouyang Rong smiling at her.
His tone was somewhat helpless, and it was unclear who he was speaking to inside the room:
"Come down, calm down for a bit, stop running around up there."
The brilliant thoughts paused for a moment.
The next instant, the little ink spirit suddenly looked up.
She was startled to see a scroll floating above the head of the dull young man.
A faint, clear blue light flowed across the scroll.
Like a sword.
It is like a moon hanging high in the sky.
...
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