I don’t know if this meeting can be regarded as a meeting, but the "Butterfly Girl" is so graceful that it makes people unable to catch her by the corner of her clothes.

Ouyang Rong, wearing a mask, stood in front of the door for a while before turning around.

"Brother, I will do this."

"fine."

Ouyang Rong shook his head and squatted by the well water, immersed in cleaning the chamber pot.

There was a faint warmth flowing through the meridians in the body.

It was the second rejuvenation pill swallowed at dawn that was evaporating, and the hidden wounds caused by the snow-white sword energy were slowly recovering.

But Ouyang Rong's thoughts were not on that.

Instead, he fell into a mysterious state.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the spiritual energy flowing through my limbs and bones, as well as the eight extraordinary meridians, suddenly flowed faster.

It's like a loaded camel that suddenly dropped a bunch of heavy luggage and started walking briskly.

This wonderful feeling is not unfamiliar to Ouyang Rong.

At the end of last year, when he was about to leave Longcheng to take up his post in Jiangzhou, he went to Ah Qing's house with a dissatisfied heart. After answering Liu's mother's question about courage, his mood suddenly became brighter and his spiritual energy circulated faster.

This is a symbol of inspiration and diligent cultivation.

Back then he had reached the ninth level of perfection, but now.

The eighth grade "craftsman's work" of the sword bearer actually digested part of it "in a daze" this morning.

"Have you advanced from the eighth level to the intermediate level of minor success..."

Ouyang Rong squatted by the sink, immersed himself in cleaning, and silently looked inside to feel.

It must have been the feeling of sadness that came from having to pass by the embroiderer just now, which caused the bottleneck to break spontaneously.

However, it may also be due to the insight into the "emptiness of dependent origination" of Takumi's natal magical power last night.

Ouyang Rong was silent.

It's obvious that his cultivation has improved a lot, but he doesn't feel very happy.

The eighth grade sword bearer, he uses the true meaning of the tripod sword made by a craftsman to enter it, which can be regarded as choosing the path of "craftsmanship".

Only by getting through it can you break through this level and enter a higher world.

First of all, what is go-through?

According to Ouyang Rong's current estimation, only by summarizing the sword art can it be considered a success and a symbolic perfection. Otherwise, he will be stuck in this situation and hesitate for the rest of his life.

Secondly, what is the path to “craftsmanship”?

According to the secret revealed by the junior sister, among the big forces on the mountain, the names of each grade are the cultivation directions summarized by the predecessors.

In the same way, what is the true meaning of craftsmanship?

Craftsman's work, also known as craftsman's work, is an ordinary work that lacks spirituality and characteristics... Based on what I saw and heard in Longcheng, I can conclude that craftsman's work is the creation of myths in the mortal world.

Therefore, the road of craftsmanship is also an ordinary road. To be precise, it is an ordinary road leading to myth.

It seems somewhat contradictory to understand.

And after experiencing what happened just now but not being able to see each other, Ouyang Rong felt a little melancholy and trapped at the moment.

"Wearing a mask, hiding each identity, moving forward in a low profile, and finally reaching the other side and achieving the ultimate goal... it's like acting."

Ouyang Rong said to himself.

At this time, Ah Qing came over, knelt down next to him, handed something out, and asked in a low voice:

"Brother, this jade..."

Ouyang Rong said softly: "Take it. You are not young anymore. There are some things that you need to make your own decisions."

"oh."

Ah Qing was not pretentious, put away the jade, lowered his head, and fell into thought.

After a while, she hesitated and asked: "Brother's injuries were caused by them..."

Ouyang Rong turned his head and looked at her.

The latter immediately fell silent.

The two of them made a tacit agreement and stopped talking. After cleaning the chamber pot, they returned to the house together.

Ouyang Rong did not take off his mask, nor did he leave immediately.

After returning to the house and dutifully feeding Mother Liu and drinking the medicine, he had a hearty breakfast.

In the morning, Ouyang Rong continued to work in Sanhuiyuan under the disguise of Liu Ashan.

Sometimes I do housework for Ah Qing, and sometimes I help Yun Niang cook.

In this way, half a day passed.

At noon, the family had another lunch in silence.

After the meal, Ouyang Rong and Ah Qing went to the sink in the yard to wash the dishes.

Suddenly, Ouyang Rong vaguely heard the sound of a clear bell. Without raising his head, he caught a glimpse of a white shadow outside the southeast courtyard wall, on a tree higher than the top of the wall.

A woman in a white dress with a red rope bell tied to her ankle seemed to jump off the treetop and float away.

I don’t know when she came, or maybe she never walked by at all?

It was obvious that he had been monitoring Sanhuiyuan for a long time. It was not until he left without success that Ouyang Rong, who was very attentive, noticed a little noise, but there was no sign before.

This woman's spiritual energy cultivation must be much higher than that of Ouyang Rong.

I just don’t know who this white shadow, who only let out the ring of his footbell until he was off guard and just before leaving, is who he is, and what his rank is in the Yunmeng Jianze Female Sovereign Palace.

In the courtyard, beside the sink, a dull man looked as usual and was still washing dishes in silence.

Continuing like this, he stayed with A Qing, Liu Mu, and Yun Niang for another whole afternoon.

During this period, the group of Wuyue female nuns were not found again.

After dinner, after washing the dishes again, Ouyang Rong returned to the main room and coaxed Liu's mother to sleep with Ah Qing and Yun Niang. Then he stood up and in the dim room with only one light, Liu Ashan's eyes faded.

False body and shadow.

Temporarily disarm.

Ah Qing and Yun Niang didn't feel scared when they saw the simple blood-stained bronze mask on his face.

Looking at Ouyang Rong's movements, they roughly understood what he meant.

Yun Niang glanced at the quiet girl, turned around silently, and went to help the husband who was about to leave to fetch the long wooden box that he had hidden.

Ah Qing asked in a low voice: "Brother, is he safe?"

"Yeah. I managed to get through it. Thanks to you for your hard work."

"Brother is the one who works hardest."

Ouyang Rong was silent and suddenly asked: "Ah Qing is not curious, what did I do last night?"

Ah Qing didn't answer, but walked over and stuffed the remaining two new clothes into Ouyang Rong's hand. The girl's pinky finger pushed the hair from her forehead to her ears. Under the orange candlelight, her little face smiled sweetly:

"Brother, this black one looks really good."

Ouyang Rong was a little dumbfounded. Looking at the girl's smile, his mood became brighter. He lowered his head and thought about it, and finally asked some questions in his heart:

"This morning when you went out to call for repayment, did you see clearly the person standing next to Hu Ji? Was there a girl with a bow on the back of her head among them? Do you still have any memories?"

"Remember the bow..."

Ah Qing nodded:

"It's the one standing on the right side of Sister Hu Ji. This young lady is thin and quiet. She carries a sword and stands with her head bowed. She doesn't know what she is looking at. At that time, everyone else turned around when they heard me shouting.

But she didn't move, her back was turned to me, and I couldn't see her face clearly, but she should look pretty good from the back..."

Speaking of this, she glanced at her brother who was looking down and thinking.

"Haven't you looked back..." Ouyang Rong pursed his lips.

Ah Qing suddenly said: "Brother, I think I know her, she seems very familiar with her."

When Ouyang Rong heard this, he couldn't help but said: "How do you know...why you ask like this?"

Ah Qing said softly: "Brother taught me the bow she tied. Have you forgotten? When we first met last year, we were also in the temple, and you stayed for dinner..."

As she spoke, the delicate girl buried her head and silently opened the hem of her short jacket, revealing the bow tie on her slender waist to the surprised Ouyang Rong in front of her.

The atmosphere was silent... Although it was not considered undressing, the gesture of facing the man and opening up her jacket, faintly revealing some of the lining, still made Ah Qing, who was bound by the strict etiquette of this era, blush.

Rong looked away and her tone was serious:

"I have never seen anyone else use it, only Brother Brother knows how to use it, so Brother Brother must have taught her. Brother Brother knows her very well."

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips and did not bother to explain. That girl Ye Weilai probably taught him this.
To be continued...