Chapter 470: A wise woman? You can watch her from a distance or you can play with her!
"The sage's skill is called Yun Yun. He can communicate with his mind and control anything that makes a 'musical sound', amplifying or lowering the sound and using it as the main means of attack."
Xie Lingjiang turned around and explained:
"Because I have just been promoted to a sage, some of the vocal objects are too heavy and cannot be controlled, such as Hong Zhong Da Lu.
"Senior Brother, I just tried it. The most suitable and easiest thing to control so far is the whistling autumn wind that turns books and shakes leaves, followed by the tinkling gurgling water. However, the latter one is a little more difficult than the previous one.
"But just like the previous skills, they can be strengthened as your Qi training improves."
Ouyang Rong suddenly realized: "I understand, it's interesting. There are not many sound-making objects that are lighter than the wind."
"correct."
Xie Lingjiang smiled.
Ouyang Rong suddenly asked: "Junior sister can try amplifying or lowering the sound later. Can it silence others temporarily? Control your own voice, move latent, and make no sound."
Xie Lingjiang glanced at him:
"Elder brother, my mind works very quickly. The latter one is not difficult. As for the former usage, it still needs some practice... But I heard that in ancient times, there was a scholar who was well-read in the books of sages and he spoke of Tian Xian.
The sound was like a loud bell, and he scolded the officials. The civil and military officials of the entire court were silenced, and even the emperor hesitated."
Ouyang Rong gave a thumbs up: "As expected of a scholar, you are good at quarreling. You directly silence others... You can't talk when you quarrel. Just thinking about it makes me feel anxious to death."
"Isn't Senior Brother also a scholar?" Xie Lingjiang was a little unhappy.
"I'm different. I'm not as polite and reasonable as you. I can do it without being verbose."
After a pause, he glanced at the junior sister with a skeptical expression on her face, and nodded slightly:
"Of course, you still have to be sincere and friendly before taking action. You are harmless to humans and animals...it will take about fifteen breaths to give you some good words. Although it is of no use, when the time is up, just clear the place and leave."
"Elder brother is really bad, but he is still bad in secret."
Ouyang Rong sighed: "There is no way, between theory and physics, you have to choose one."
"Physics?" she asked confusedly.
Ouyang Rong changed the topic:
"As for the previous arts and crafts, I haven't heard much about them from my junior sister."
Xie Lingjiang clasped his fingers and said in detail with pink lips:
"Actually, there's nothing much to say...
"A ninth-level scholar acquires artistic skills and mystical arithmetic, mainly studying the basic knowledge of the qi practitioners such as the heavenly stems, earthly branches, yin and yang and the five elements, so that the brain can work faster, the ears and eyesight can be clear, and the mind can be flexible and witty."
"A gentleman of the eighth grade, acquires artistic skills, is a master of shooting, can penetrate the enemy with a hundred steps, and strengthens his body..."
"Seventh-grade book translator, acquired skill, ink calligraphy... This is currently useless. I heard that after I need a higher-grade, I can release my spiritual energy and use it in conjunction with other skills.
"The sixth-grade sage is Le Yun, and senior brother already knows that."
Ouyang Rong was thoughtful: "Ink writing? Is it related to Lingmo? Does it need to be written?"
Xie Lingjiang bit his lip and hesitated, then turned to look at the place outside the yard where the sound of Little Mo Jing's play could be faintly heard, and whispered:
"Senior Brother, in fact, this little ink spirit is not only very precious in Taoism, but three mountains of talismans are vying for it.
"In the Confucian sect, it is also a great opportunity for scholars to practice Qi. However, unlike Taoist sects, Confucian scholars need to have at least a middle-grade spiritual Qi cultivation level or above to use it, so not many people know about it.
"The spiritual ink produced by it can not only be used by Taoist priests from Fulu Sanshan to write ink pots, but it can also be used by Confucian scholars to write mantras and edicts.
"So senior brother, please take good care of her, don't let her run away from home, and tolerate her little willfulness. If it doesn't work, let me coax her.
"After all, there may only be a handful of these precious and special little charms left in the world. In the past, people have been rushing to get them."
"Tsk, no wonder the female fairy dares to be so arrogant and threatens to recruit a follower."
Ouyang Rong smiled and touched his chin:
"Are Confucian scholars in need of middle-grade cultivation in the future? Then one day, let the female immortal also accept the younger junior sister as a follower... What a coincidence, I heard that the ancestor of the Xie family who knew the younger junior sister before, maybe he did.
The Xie family in Chen County had a young servant."
Xie Lingjiang naturally knew what the little follower meant, and a warm current flowed through his heart.
She did not agree, silently stretched out her hand, pinched Ouyang Rong's waist, and whispered:
"Elder brother is very free and generous to me, even giving in to this."
"It's all the same." He said casually.
"Um?"
Xie Lingjiang asked slowly: "Is there anyone else?"
"I mean the wonderful ideas are the same as yours and mine."
"snort."
Xie Ling Jiang Xingmu gave him a slightly angry look.
Ouyang Rong took a breath, twisted his body, and showed an innocent expression on his face:
"Then why are you pinching me, little junior sister?"
I wanted to take the opportunity to flirt with her a few more words, but immediately, a certain soft hand on the waist that was holding the flesh did not let go at all, and even twisted it half a circle.
"Hiss..." He raised his head and straightened his waist.
Xie Lingjiang's pretty face tightened:
"I don't know if the generous and casual Mr. Ouyang is also so kind to other women. Well, he gives away all kinds of benefits and good things."
"Little junior sister, I'm not stupid." Ouyang Rong said with thick eyebrows and big eyes.
"I can't tell if this is stupid or something."
"What?" He looked curious.
"Ah?"
Xie Lingjiang groaned and turned his head to look at the scenery in the distance.
In fact, I am not angry in my heart, I just want to deal with someone who is sometimes clumsy and sometimes cunning.
After a while, she whispered:
"I have just been promoted to a sage, so there is no need to read the book anymore. Didn't Senior Brother Que Lingmo secretly make a talisman? Let her stay with you."
Ouyang Rong naturally couldn't explain to Xie Lingjiang. Compared with Lingmo, he lacked the merits of Ziwu at the moment. It was enough to prepare one red and black talisman first.
Seeing that he was silent, Xie Lingjiang decided not to mention the matter again, and she changed the topic.
Ouyang Rong thought for a while and asked:
"Junior sister, I have already gathered my skills in counting, archery, books, and music, so the remaining rituals and imperial skills require a high-level scholar to master?"
"Yes." Xie Lingjiang nodded.
"Which one masters last?"
"If I guess correctly, it's... a gift."
"present?"
Xie Ling Jiang Zhengse, his tone was surprisingly serious: "Etiquette is the foundation of Confucianism. If there is no etiquette, the etiquette will collapse, the people will not live, and the king cannot violate etiquette."
"The artistic skills corresponding to this ceremony are definitely good." Ouyang Rong said with a smile.
Xie Lingjiang shook his head gently and said:
"I have just reached the sixth level, and the upper level is still far away. I don't know if I can touch the threshold in this life. In other words, why does senior brother think so much about me? I can't be too ambitious."
Ouyang Rong smiled:
"This is called reasonable planning."
"Then plan yours."
"But... let's forget it. Mine is too slow. It's difficult to become a sword wielder. It requires sword skills, and it's not like you scholars."
In fact, her Qi refining qualifications were not as good as hers, but as a senior brother, how could he lose face in front of his junior sister? Ouyang Rong explained a few words seriously. Seeing the dubious expression on his junior sister's face, he pretended to look around and prepared to leave.
"Well, I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do, so I need to take a step first..."
"etc."
Xie Lingjiang stopped Ouyang Rong, narrowed his eyes, looked him up and down, and lightly opened his jade lips:
"It's strange, why is Senior Brother so honest today? He's not... not..."
"there is nothing?"
"It's not frivolous." She whispered.
Ouyang Rong remained calm and sighed:
"Someone is now a sage. He is so righteous and his face is so holy that it almost blinds me. How dare I, a little hypocrite, to blaspheme the promising female sage from Bailu Cave..."
"Why not try..."
The wise woman who loves to wear red suddenly said.
Ouyang Rong paused for a moment as he complained.
"Wha...what to try?"
She stopped talking.
He actually heard it clearly.
Ouyang Rong asked, "Junior sister, have you thought about it too?"
Xie Lingjiang remained silent and turned his head, as if he was sizing up the distant mountains.
From someone's perspective, she had put on some light makeup today, painted her eyebrows in red, and had a beautiful side face.
The long hair falls like a waterfall and is gently pulled up with a simple hosta. A few strands of elegant hair dance lightly in the wind, giving people a feeling of being free from dust.
Ouyang Rong quietly looked sideways and glanced at a familiar hot spring not far from the two of them.
Then he glanced at the little junior sister who had a bookish look on her eyebrows.
She clearly has a dignified and intellectual temperament, and her red dress is also noble and beautiful, suitable for viewing from a distance.
But he found today to be surprisingly attractive.
I couldn't help but take another look.
I saw Xie Lingjiang with her legs together, sitting on the embroidery stool with her legs bent, her delicate jade hands interlaced and placed squarely on the thigh in front of her lower abdomen. The red fabric showed that her exposed neck and wrists were fair and delicate.
.
Although the collar of the dress is very high, covering most of her thin neck, the soft fabric made of expensive silk outlines the incredibly exaggerated and proud arc of her transition from neck to chest...
At this moment, the beauty in red clothes tilted her head a little, bit her pink lips habitually, and looked at him like this.
There was starlight in his eyes, and he didn't know if it was Ouyang Rong's imagination. The light in his eyes flickered, like meteors passing quickly in the night sky, which was unpredictable.
Her expression seemed to be half-smiling.
Take this to test a gentleman. Which gentleman can withstand such a test?
"Okay, give it a try and then pass."
Ouyang Rong gritted his teeth and nodded heavily.
Then... he leaned forward... started to get closer... tried to climb the mountain... bravely ventured to the end of the world... and played with a certain lotus that could be seen from a distance but not played with.
After a period of pushing and struggling that was both welcoming and resisting, they soon had their necks intertwined, entangled like a swan.
On the ground next to him, two shadows overlapped.
Immediately afterwards, one person was picked up by the other and taken to the hot spring. During this period, it seemed that shoes, socks and other items were taken off one by one and dropped all the way...
Some ribbons were untied and the rustling sound of clothes slipping down, I wonder if it was hidden by the "music and charm" performance of some new female sage.
The courtyard was quiet.
Time passes unconsciously.
I don't know how long it took.
Anyway, someone's attempt has not "passed away" yet, but is very suitable.
Comfortable.
All this, until... the sound of the bouncing footsteps of a little girl in Confucian robes approaching was heard outside the courtyard wall.
Without waiting for Ouyang Rong, who was immersed in cooking, to react, he kicked Yuzu out of desperation.
This time it’s finally no longer “eating” in the literal sense.
"Holy shit..."
A modal word came out of his mouth instinctively, and with a "dong" sound, he fell into the hot spring water.
There was a splash of water.
At this moment, the courtyard door also creaked.
The palm-sized little Mo Jing pushed open a gap in the door with some difficulty.
She walked in swaggering and shouted carelessly:
"Ouyang Lianghan, Xie Yatou, guess what I found outside, a big white goose. Hehe, I like riding geese the most... Hey, what are you doing? Why are you so unqualified? Clothes and socks are scattered on the ground.
Still disheveled and soaked in the water..."
While Miao Si was confused and speaking, a new sage woman in red clothes, barefoot and with a lot of strawberries planted around her neck, was already running towards the main house in a staggering trot. On the way, she hurriedly bent down and picked up the scattered things that had fallen on the floor.
She covered her chest with one hand and ran into the house with a blushing face without looking back.
In the eyes of Miao Si, who had just entered the door, this graceful figure looked as graceful as a startled dragon, but there was a hint of a hasty escape.
Little Mo Jing, who had never eaten pork but had seen pigs running around, immediately widened his eyes and pointed at the courtyard with the snow-white whisk in his hand:
"Okay, you...you guys, this is not suitable for children! You can't help it when I go out for a while? It's still broad daylight, but you are still a gentleman!"
"What kind of boy are you?"
Ouyang Rong sounded unhappy, got his head out of the spring, and supported himself on the shore with his arms.
Wonderful thought: "..."
Little Mo Jing immediately changed his face:
"Okay, okay, I would like to see what you two gentlemen and wise men are playing just now. A breakup is better than a newlywed, right? Bah, let's see how shameless you are..."
A little girl in Confucian attire ran in with short legs and was about to find some evidence in the mess on the ground to catch the rape.
However, he was immediately caught by Ouyang Rong, who crawled out of the spring with half of his body wet.
"Ahem, little junior sister..."
After catching the troublemaker and without changing his expression, he clenched his fist and knocked twice on Nu Guan's forehead. Ouyang Rong tried calling a few more times, but the door to the main house was still closed.
"You, go away..." The woman in the room lowered her voice.
Her bass was still a little trembling, as if the gentle aftertaste of a heart-beating scene just now was still there.
Ouyang Rong coaxed him a few more times, but still didn't see his little junior sister Ostrich raising her head and walking out of the house. He felt helpless and wandered around the yard a few times before leaving.
Anyway, it wasn't a loss. While he was washing the delicate products, he also experienced the richness of his son's canteen, and he almost didn't want to come out.
Ouyang Rong couldn't help but raise his hand and sniffed his fingers. There seemed to be a faint scent of body odor lingering between his fingers, so lingering that he didn't want to leave. At the same time, his fingertips could still recall the warm residual warmth of the proud white jade that was completely different from elsewhere.
…
Ouyang Rong walked out the door and stopped, when Xie Lingjiang's shout suddenly came from inside the house:
"There is no need to read the book now, and there is no need to go to those boring poetry gatherings. From now on, if there is nothing to do in the palace, I will follow you. I will go find you tomorrow morning."
"Okay. Don't stay in bed and sleep in."
Ouyang Rong agreed and did not refuse. I used to follow him every day in Longcheng, so I was used to it.
Didn't take it too seriously.
He took off his crimson official jacket, which was mostly wet, and threw the whimpering little Mo Jing whose mouth was covered into it and wrapped it up.
Ouyang Rong hugged a ball of wet clothes and strode away...