Chapter 995 Chen Jiaxin: I still have to go first.
"Sixth Martial Uncle took Qiu Tang out on duty. If she were still here, that would be wonderful. Sixth Martial Uncle likes to come and see Master..."
Chen Jiaxin shook her head, her face showing some regret.
Ouyang Rong's expression calmed down, and he spoke:
“We can’t rely on external forces, Miss. Let’s see if we can rely on ourselves and come up with a plan…”
"I know."
Chen Jiaxin suddenly interrupted him.
Ouyang Rong immediately saw the young woman in swordsmanship take out a stack of handkerchiefs from her sleeve, elegantly wipe her mouth, and then say calmly:
"I knew you guys were unreliable, I'll have to be the one to do it."
Ouyang Rong immediately tasted it and asked:
"What do you mean, Miss? Do you mean to..."
Before he could finish speaking, Chen Jiaxin spoke again:
"Nonsense, do you expect me to just wait around if you don't let me?"
She paused, her face darkening, her tone serious, as if facing a formidable enemy:
"Choose a day when you deliver the vegetarian meal as usual at midnight. I will take the opportunity to lure out my master and get her out of the water dungeon. Let's see if I can create an opportunity for you to go deep into the water dungeon and deliver food to the prisoners."
Ouyang Rong was taken aback and remained silent.
After a short while, he lowered his head slightly, pretending to look somewhat guilty and uneasy.
He looked as if he had failed to repay Miss Chen's kindness.
Chen Jiaxin glanced at it and waved her hand impatiently:
"I don't mean to blame you, I just thought you were too slow, so I had to do it myself."
Ouyang Rong couldn't help but chuckle.
Where can you find such a good leader who dares to do things himself instead of blaming his subordinates?
Ouyang Rong nodded silently and gave Chen Jiaxin a thumbs up.
Chen Jiaxin glanced at Ouyang Rong, who had his head down, and assumed he was too ashamed to lift his head.
After a short while, Ouyang Rong asked in a serious tone:
"What exactly are your plans, Miss?"
Chen Jiaxin pursed her lips, said nothing, and silently picked up some food to eat.
Ouyang Rong didn't feel comfortable asking any more questions.
After finishing her dinner, she put down her chopsticks, turned to the side, leaned on the railing with one arm, and looked out at the spring in the darkness.
The twisting motion caused the sword uniform to tighten around the waist and hips, creating a full curve.
The girl in sword attire stood like a frozen statue, then suddenly spoke:
"You don't need to worry about the specifics of how to do it. Even if I tell you, you won't do anything. Just wait... It'll only be a couple of days. We can't delay any longer. Be prepared. Remember, when you go to deliver the vegetarian meals these two days, pay attention, be quick-witted, and seize the opportunity."
Ouyang Rong nodded calmly.
"I'm leaving now. You should head back soon."
"yes."
Ouyang Rong packed up the food box and got up to leave.
Before leaving the pavilion, he looked back.
The girl in swordsmanship still leaned against the railing, turning to look at the spring outside the pavilion, her profile indifferent, lost in thought.
...
Dewdrops cling to the grass, in the final darkness before dawn.
The courtyard gate was pushed open, and the male homeowner, who had been busy all night, returned, his clothes damp with dew from the grass along the way.
Ouyang Rong pushed open the door and entered.
From the wardrobe, I heard the sound of the door closing.
Miao Si was also getting ready to sleep, but it seemed she was still angry with Ouyang Rong and didn't want to talk to him, so she simply closed the door and went to sleep.
Because Ouyang Rong had to go out every night, Miao Si was responsible for guarding the house, so she naturally couldn't sleep and had to follow his irregular schedule.
Upon returning home tonight, Ouyang Rong did not immediately go to wash up. Instead, he went to his desk, took off the bamboo tube, threw it on the table, and then sat down.
After his secret rendezvous with Chen Jiaxin the night before last, Ouyang Rong went to the water prison to deliver food as usual at midnight for the past two nights, patiently waiting, and did not encounter any unexpected situations as Chen Jiaxin had hinted at.
Ouyang Rong shook his head slightly, somewhat unable to grasp Chen Jiaxin's approach.
This woman was a bit too much for him; to put it jokingly, Ouyang Rong felt he hadn't even reached half of his potential with her.
The Jade Hall Yue Maidens clearly demanded a life of purity and detachment from worldly desires, focusing solely on the Dao. It's a mystery how someone like Chen Jiaxin managed to slip through the net and be allowed in…
Perhaps it was because Yun Xiangyi, the Fifth Lady, had been too laissez-faire with her upbringing. If it weren't for the water dungeon that prohibited the Yue women from entering, Ouyang Rong felt that Yun Xiangyi should have kept Chen Jiaxin by her side and properly taught her by example.
Let Chen Jiaxin learn from her master and acquire that serene and unassuming temperament.
Of course, Ouyang Rong could only grumble these words to himself; he would never say them to Chen Jiaxin's face.
At the table, Ouyang Rong rested his chin on his hands, pondering for a moment.
He casually took out a bronze scroll from the bamboo tube and unfurled it in the air.
A faint light flashed across the scroll's shaft, and a Kui Xing talisman floated on it.
Ouyang Rong reached into the painting and groped around for a while. After a short pause, he picked up a wooden sword box from it.
It is a sword case of the Mo family that has been kept hidden for a long time.
There is a Thunder Pool inside, and the [Craftsman] entity is still trapped inside.
However, Ouyang Rong took it out this time not for the [Craftsmanship], but for something else.
The little gadgets he put inside.
Ouyang Rong inspected the sword box and found it to be still secure. This Mo family sword box, as a treasure left behind by the Mo family a thousand years ago, would be a family heirloom even if placed in a Qi-refining family on the mountain.
After the inspection was completed, Ouyang Rong opened the sword box.
He was prepared to intercept something that might rush out from inside, but after waiting for a while and seeing no movement, he reached in and grabbed a snow-white longsword.
It was Zhi Shuang, who had been imprisoned in the sword box for a long time.
At this moment, Zhi Shuang had lost all her former arrogance and haughtiness.
In a corner of an ancient book, a purple-white arc of lightning, named Thunder Essence Silk, occasionally wandered and coiled around the snow-white sword.
Zhi Shuang was like a drowning person who had just been pulled out of the pool, barely alive.
Ouyang Rong even had the feeling that squeezing it too hard would make it groan.
He was truly exhausted from being tormented by the Heavenly Punishment Thunder Pool inside the sword box.
Even now, lying in the hands of the most hated youth, it can no longer muster the desire to run away.
In other words, he was so exhausted that he didn't even want to move a single finger.
Ouyang Rong felt fortunate that he had recently remembered it and taken it out.
Otherwise, if it continues to be kept in the sword box, the sword's spiritual energy will be completely destroyed.
No matter how spiritual and magical Xuezhongzhu's sword may be, it is ultimately not a Dingjian (a type of ancient Chinese sword) and cannot compare to a "craftsman's sword".
[Craftsmanship] will only be trapped by the Heavenly Punishment Thunder Pool, unable to move an inch, but the spiritual heart of [Craftsmanship] will not be damaged by the Heavenly Punishment Thunder at all, but will instead become even sharper and more radiant.
But this Zhi Shuang is different.
Ultimately, it was just an ordinary weapon, unable to escape the laws of life and death inherent in mortals.
Holding the limp, snow-white longsword, Ouyang Rong nodded with some satisfaction.
He closed the sword case, placed it back into the depths of the Peach Blossom Spring painting, then put the painting on the side of the desk, turned his head, and focused his attention on the snow-white longsword.
Ouyang Rong picked up the snow-white longsword and examined it closely.
He took out Zhi Shuang this time not to laugh at or mock it, but because he had come up with a plan.
I had never tried this before.
Ouyang Rong held the sword in one hand and the hilt in the other.
I closed my eyes, began to concentrate, and started to focus on something.
At the same time, inside the Pagoda of Merit, the numbers on a small, round wooden fish began to decrease; in addition, the ancient bronze bell above, which had been quiet all along, remained still, but began to emit billowing purple mist.
The purple mist emanating from this ancient bronze bell is different from the usual signs of good fortune.
Meanwhile, outside at the desk, a faint purple light emanated from Ouyang Rong's palm.
A purple mist, seemingly appearing from nowhere, began to entwine around the snow-white longsword in his hand.
Purple mist was infused with Zhi Shuang.
Even as the snow-white sword was shrouded in purple mist, Zhi Shuang showed no reaction whatsoever.
Completely exhausted and lying flat, ready to be picked at will.
She is no longer the unruly Zhi Shuang.
Ouyang Rong closed his eyes and sensed that he could not feel any resistance from Zhi Shuang.
Under his control, the purple mist traveled unimpeded all the way into the interior of Zhi Shuang.
Ouyang Rong sensed a faint glow deep within the sword.
He immediately manipulated the purple mist and moved closer to the ball of light.
Finally, as he approached it, he felt a slight tremor emanating from the blade of Zhi Shuang in his palm.
The snow-white longsword finally reacted and stopped pretending to be dead.
Clearly, this faint ball of light was something important. Even though her spirit was exhausted from being tormented by the Thunder Pool, Zhi Shuang still reacted subconsciously, like a conditioned reflex, just like the sensitive and shameful areas that both men and women possess...
The faint sphere of light deep within the Frost's Edge is the most sensitive and crucial part of this sword.
Ouyang Rong nodded secretly, then continued to manipulate the purple mist, tentatively moving forward a little closer to the snow-white light.
The snow-white sword in his hand trembled even more violently.
The closer you are, the more violent the reaction.
Although its trembling reaction and resistance at this moment were negligible in the eyes of Ouyang Rong, who had been dealing with Zhi Shuang for a long time and was quite familiar with her, and could not be considered a strong resistance, he could easily make the purple mist completely cover the ball of light and explore it.
It's like randomly searching a drowning person who is on the verge of death.
But after thinking for a moment, Ouyang Rong gave up.
He subtly withdrew the purple mist, separating it from the fragile Zhi Shuang.
He opened his eyes and glanced at the snow-white longsword in his hand, which had returned to silence.
Ouyang Rong chuckled, tossed Zhi Shuang in his hand, and then put her back into the Peach Blossom Spring painting.
This time, however, he did not keep it locked in the sword case as a precaution.
It's no longer needed.
Being on its last legs like this, let alone the Mo Family Sword Box and the Heavenly Punishment Thunder Pool, even the Frost-Knowing Blade can't escape his Peach Blossom Spring Painting at this moment.
Ouyang Rong nodded in satisfaction.
Sometimes, you have to train an eagle like this to make it docile and obedient.
This technique also applies to the Zhi Shuang Longsword, but it's uncertain whether it would be suitable for its mistress, Lady Zhi Shuang.
The Peach Blossom Spring picture was stuffed back into the bamboo tube.
In the darkness, Ouyang Rong flipped his hand and put away the bamboo tube. He leaned back in his chair, his dark eyes staring at the empty room in front of him. He let out a long sigh, seemingly lost in thought.
Tonight, he suddenly took out a snow-white longsword to examine it.
“Miss Chen is right about one thing…”
A murmured voice echoed in the darkness, seemingly addressed to no one:
"You guys are unreliable, I have to do it..."
At one point, the lights in the room came back on, and Ouyang Rong had already gotten up, holding a lamp in his hand, and went to the bathroom to wash up.
He had already put the bamboo tube away.
The taciturn young man muttered to himself as he walked:
"Speaking of which, apart from what Aqing mentioned, it's been a long time since I've seen Lady Zhishuang."
In fact, Ouyang Rong remembered something else.
Ever since he put the snow-white longsword into the sword box and suppressed the Thunder Pool, Lady Zhi Shuang seems to have gone into seclusion. According to the information provided by A Qing, she has been in seclusion all the time, except for the last time when she gave A Qing a holiday and took the two ladies out. Moreover... her complexion and condition are not very good.
That's really interesting.
...
The moon is high in the sky.
It's midnight again.
Tonight's moon is a waxing crescent, like a scimitar, hanging in the clear night sky.
Ouyang Rong, who was walking at night, slowly withdrew his gaze.
He glanced at the group of women in white walking silently ahead, with Li Ruotong, her face cold, leading the way.
Ouyang Rong pursed his lips slightly, picked up the food box in his hand, and followed.
Tonight, just like any other night, he will go to the water dungeon to deliver vegetarian food to the Five Goddesses.
Walking through the Cool Valley, Ouyang Rong looked around at the waterfalls. The waterfall that he used to pay attention to, which had reduced its water volume, was now even weaker. From a distance, it looked like a thin waterfall only "one finger wide".
The recent heavy rains did not increase its water volume much.
A short while later, Ouyang Rong came to his senses when he arrived at the largest waterfall.
As is customary, Li Ruotong waved her hand, leaving behind two Yue women from the Jade Hall, and led the other Yue women on their way to the Jade Hall, as well as the book tower known as "Xiaolou" to deliver vegetarian meals.
Li Ruotong didn't look back at Ouyang Rong even once throughout the entire process, and quickly led her team to disappear into the woods.
The two Yue maidens who remained helped Ouyang Rong carry the large food boxes provided for the prisoners in the water dungeon, and followed him toward the waterfall pool.
Ouyang Rong walked ahead, expecting it to be the same routine as usual, but halfway through, he suddenly heard faint voices coming from behind.
He turned around curiously, only to see that the two Yue women who had been following him had already turned their heads back and ended their private chat.
One of the Yue women nodded slightly to her companion, then placed the two large food boxes she was carrying on the ground, turned and walked into the woods on the west side, disappearing from sight.
Only one short Yue woman remained. Ouyang Rong vaguely remembered that her name seemed to be En Ting.
Ouyang Rong feigned surprise and asked in confusion:
"Fairy En, this is..."
Enting ignored him, her face indifferent, her gaze passing over his shoulder and looking at the waterfall in front of her.
Ouyang Rong immediately understood; this was a signal for him to continue forward and enter the waterfall.
Ouyang Rong looked down at the two food boxes on the ground. Just as he hesitated, he suddenly saw the Yue woman walk into the west woods where she had disappeared, and her beautiful figure slowly emerged.
The woman in the photo appears to be wearing a sword-wielding outfit and has her hair in a ponytail; she looks somewhat familiar.
Just then, the moon peeked out from behind the clouds, its light shining down and brightening the world.
Ouyang Rong, with his sharp eyes, caught a glimpse of the aloof little face in the woods.
It's Chen Jiaxin!
Ouyang Rong's eyelids twitched immediately.
(End of this chapter)
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