Chapter 639 The embroiderer is a double practitioner [Please vote for me!]
Zhao Qingxiu is a little green and unfamiliar.
When she initially appeased Ouyang Rong and asked for the initiative, Ouyang Rong originally thought that the embroiderer would know some special tricks, such as the unique skills of Yunmeng Jianze Yue girls.
After all, it is Yunmeng Jianze who is the best at swordsmanship.
There is a way.
Twenty-eight girls have bodies as soft as cakes, and swords hang from their waists to kill ordinary people.
Although there are no dead heads, secretly I teach you that your bones are dry.
Moreover, a woman's slender waist is also a sword. It cannot be said that Yunmeng Yuenu, who is aloof, is more powerful. At a certain level, she can kill all ordinary people below the mountain.
So, when the embroiderer coaxed him to be obedient and let her come.
Ouyang Rong stood up in awe and respect.
Even if he has a soul from a previous life, he is very proficient in postgraduate entrance examinations and has browsed a lot of study materials.
But I still dare not underestimate the ancients of this era, and are waiting with a heart of awe.
The result is...is this the Yue girl? My sword is not bad at all.
Ouyang Rong nodded.
But he can understand Xiu Niang.
It is estimated that the embroiderer was also like this when Ouyang Rong was in a coma last time at the Sanhui Courtyard of Donglin Temple in Longcheng County.
Although I don’t know why Xiu Niang did what Duke Zhou did when he was seriously injured and unconscious, I don’t know if she thought she would never see you again before leaving, so she decided to leave something behind or take something away as a souvenir to say goodbye to you.
But obviously, this is the entire experience of the embroiderer.
She is clumsy and is only used to Tanlang's immobile mode for the time being.
It's hard to say that in the embroiderer's opinion, men should not move at all, but should lie down and rest, just like an old man. She should do the hard work and take care of him.
What’s the strange first impression?
Ouyang Rong decided to correct her.
But direct guidance and command-style education are not what a master does.
Subtle teaching is more important, and it can even make the person being taught feel that she has understood it herself, gets pleasure from it, and can spontaneously adjust and integrate based on the appropriate positive feedback.
Only in this way can we learn well and be taught and mastered. Otherwise, how can we be called a master, who can produce great disciples?
I couldn't agree more, so Ouyang Rong took action and started a new round of preaching, teaching and solving doubts...
In the darkness, Zhao Qingxiu was a little confused and confused.
She didn't know how she changed her posture.
Originally, he was leaning forward, pressing his hands on Tanlang's chest. Taking a break occasionally, his ponytail fell forward and rested on his snow-like shoulders. The whole position was quite strenuous, and he had a red face that was so hot that he felt dizzy.
, it is easy for her to face Tan Lang directly, and she has to bury her head and "keep her head down", but she is obviously doing things in a high profile and is noticed by Tan Lang...
But later on, gradually, it might be some small reactions from Tan Lang, or some small movements he made for comfort, and he even occasionally helped her and patted her, as if he did it accidentally... These made her
I had to change some positions, but it gradually became simpler and smoother:
She changed from pressing her hands on his chest to putting her hands on his stomach, and then evolved into a more skillful and labor-saving method... Zhao Qingxiu leaned back, moved her hands back, and placed them on his legs. It was surprisingly convenient.
She was delighted to find out.
The tacit understanding between the two people emerged spontaneously in this first round of competition.
Ouyang Rong lay flat and took in all this scene.
The back room was pitch dark.
Originally he didn't want to turn off the lights. The lights on the table just now were put out by Xiu Niang, who was shy.
But the embroiderer didn't know that Ouyang Rong was also a Qi practitioner and his night vision was not bad either.
He could clearly see the snow-white figure in the darkness. Xiu Niang probably thought that his eyes were darkened, but she didn't know that all her clumsiness fell into Ouyang Rong's eyes.
Moreover, Ouyang Rong, who was hiding deeply, discovered the fleeting fluctuations of spiritual energy that flashed across Xiu Niang's body when she occasionally felt unbearable pain and bit her lip in confusion.
Vermilion aura is not deep red.
This means that Xiu Niang's spiritual energy cultivation is at the seventh level, and is close to the seventh level of Dzogchen.
Because the middle-grade Qi Practitioner has red aura, the seventh-grade and sixth-grade are both in the middle-grade Qi Practitioner category, and there are differences according to the color difference. The seventh-grade initially has light red aura, and the sixth-grade has dark red aura.
The vermilion color of the Dantian spiritual energy is a step further than the light red at the beginning of the seventh grade, and should be close to the seventh grade perfection.
Ouyang Rong nodded lightly. He was not surprised. Xiu Niang could be ranked seventh, which was not low in Yunmeng Jianze.
While preaching and teaching, one has to concentrate on controlling the fluctuations of one's spiritual energy so that the embroiderer doesn't notice it, which is also a technical job... Wait, the embroiderer seems to be invisible, but the two are now honest with each other, and there is a negative distance.
It's impossible to say that she can feel it through some touches.
However, even though she accidentally revealed her aura, Ouyang Rong felt that the embroiderer was already very powerful for being able to endure until now, and she should have completely let go of him without any precautions.
Although happy moments are addictive and easy to fall into, Ouyang Rong had to work hard to squeeze out a clear mind. First, to prevent the sword holder's spiritual energy from leaking. At this time, it would frighten the embroiderer and expose the identity of the owner of Die Lianhua. That would not be a surprise.
Firstly, I was frightened, and secondly, I checked the abnormality just now...
After a while, leaving the embroiderer to do her clumsy work, his thoughts turned back to the Tower of Merit.
Ouyang Rong closed his eyes for a moment and looked inside the Merit Hall.
I saw that in the empty space inside the merit tower, an ancient bronze bell and a small wooden fish looked strange.
The ancient bronze bell hangs high in the air, the bell body trembles slightly, purple mist continuously pours out, and there are light pink silk threads in the purple mist.
This is very similar to the "Three Thousand Merits" peach blossom blessing that was triggered the last time I came into contact with Xiu Niang in the kitchen.
But when Ouyang Rong extended his spiritual consciousness and touched the blessing bell, there was no corresponding blessing to redeem.
The fortune clock vibrated strangely, and there was a new movement of purple energy, which made him a little confused as a monk.
Another point is that compared with the trembling of the bell when triggering a blessing in the past, the frequency of the vibration of the blessing bell is somewhat different now. Sometimes it is rapid and sometimes it is gentle. It is not a uniform regular rhythm.
Moreover, this rather irregular trembling rhythm of the clock body, for some reason, felt vaguely familiar to Ouyang Rong.
After thinking for a long time, I still couldn't come up with a logical solution.
Ouyang Rong cast his gaze on a certain round and inconspicuous little wooden fish.
There is nothing unusual about the little wooden fish itself, but there is something strange about the line of blue-gold fonts above it.
[Merit: eight thousand three hundred and fifty-eight]
This line of blue-gold fonts flashes in and out, disappears and appears, as if flickering in the dark, reminding Ouyang Rong all the time.
Ouyang Rong was very familiar with the little wooden fish and was no stranger to this flickering performance.
In the past, every time the blessing bell triggered a new blessing, and when he was about to exchange it, the little wooden fish would give such a signal as long as the merit value was enough. Once he touched it, the line of green-gold fonts would turn into a bright swimming carp.
, rush to the blessing clock, the size and brilliance of the swimming carp are determined by the merit value required to redeem the blessing at that time.
So this kind of flickering, in the past, was a sign that merit could be exchanged for something.
But right now, the blessing bell obviously does not trigger the blessing, but only makes an abnormal sound. How to redeem it? And what to redeem it for?
When Ouyang Rong was confused, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind.
He suddenly turned his head and looked at the fortune clock, focusing on its irregular vibration frequency.
After staring for a moment, he also felt some "clumsy frequencies" happening in the outside world. After comparing the inside and outside, his expression changed slightly.
In the darkness, Ouyang Rong calmly opened his eyes and glanced at the snow-white figure dripping with sweat.
Good guy, they are actually on the same frequency.
Wait, does that mean...
Ouyang Rong closed his eyes again and entered the merit tower. Without even looking at the fortune clock, he came to the little wooden fish.
After hesitating for a moment, he reached out and touched it.
The line of blue-gold fonts above the small wooden fish suddenly lit up, and clusters of green-gold rays of light began to rush towards the fortune bell above. Yes, there were clusters of situations rushing out, like flying bullets.
These blue-gold light clusters are not big, just like small carps. The frequency of flying out vaguely corresponds to the irregular frequency of the fortune clock's clumsy trembling...
Ouyang Rong didn't have time to observe carefully, his attention was already attracted by the new changes in the green-gold font.
[merit: eight thousand three hundred and fifty-eight]...[merit: eight thousand three hundred and fifty-seven]...[merit: eight thousand three hundred and fifty-six]...[merit: eight thousand three hundred and fifty-five]
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As the groups of blue-gold rays of light left, the numbers represented by the green-gold fonts gradually decreased. Although it was not as large as before when the blessings were exchanged and the large groups of light flew out, the merits disappeared in this continuous way.
Spend merit.
It's like leaking water. If there is no benefit, why should he deduct merit in vain?
Ouyang Rong couldn't help but frown, but he didn't let go immediately. He turned back and his eyes fell on the fortune clock again.
Whenever this small blue-gold light ball hits the blessing bell, the blessing bell will make a moderate crisp sound, and the purple mist on the bell will splash out, like iron being struck.
And after this observation, Ouyang Rong once again confirmed his judgment. The frequency of the crisp sound made by the blessing bell after being hit by the blue-gold light group indeed corresponded to the vibration frequency of the blessing bell itself!
And the frequency of the vibration of the abnormally responsive blessing bell is vaguely the same as the frequency of the efforts of the embroiderer outside.
Is it possible that there is a vague positive correlation between the two? Then what is the use of this?
When Ouyang Rong was suspicious, he opened his eyes and suddenly found that the purple mist of merit was slowly wrapping around the delicate body of the embroidered lady, entering her lower abdomen... that is, her Dantian.
This kind of purple mist is usually only visible to him, so it is so clear in the dark.
Ouyang Rong suddenly realized.
It turns out that all the blessings Zhong Ziwu exchanged for the merit points on the little wooden fish went into the embroiderer's body.
This abnormality was triggered by Xiu Niang!
Then what is the use of this meritorious purple mist entering the body of the embroiderer?
Ouyang Rong looked thoughtful. Since the Purple Mist of Merit can turn into the aura of a Taoist's Taoist veins when using the Supreme Purity Technique, doesn't it mean that it can also turn into the aura of the Yue Nu's Taoist Veins?
So he was "picked up" by the embroiderer, or in other words, the two of them were practicing dual cultivation?
Good guy.
Is it the characteristics of the Merit Tower or something else.
Is it possible that he and any woman who went to Wushan together could do this?
In other words, only the embroiderer is an exception.
Because Ouyang Rong thought about the good fortune he had received not long ago. Was it the good fortune that played a role?
Looking at it now, this peach blossom blessing should correspond here, but I don’t know if this kind of effect of injecting merit and purple mist into a woman’s Dantian can only be done to Xiu Niang...
While Ouyang Rong was thinking, the embroiderer stopped and panted.
Ouyang Rong discovered that the abnormality of the Merit Tower disappeared.
The purple mist of merit that was slowly flowing into Xiu Niang's Dantian also stopped.
Yes, this is based on frequency. If a person stops moving, the purple mist of merit will definitely stop transferring.
In the back room, on the boudoir's couch, Zhao Qingxiu didn't even want to move a finger.
I just want to lie silently in Tan Lang's arms and lose my mind.
Her turn is over, but Ouyang Rong is still upright and upright, neither vomiting nor swallowing.
He counted the effort just now and found that Xiu Niang had only consumed two hundred of his merits. And looking at her little appearance, it seemed that she was not aware of the existence of the merit purple mist at all, at least not aware of anything unusual.
It may be that too little merit purple mist has been injected, or it may be that the changes are silent and subtle.
"How is this enough?" Ouyang Rong muttered.
"Ah?" Zhao Qingxiu looked up in confusion.
Ouyang Rong didn't answer, and without any hesitation, he began to turn slave into master.
According to his careful estimation just now, the purple mist of merit injected into Xiu Niang's body is related to the frequency amplitude and the time it takes. To quantify it, on average, it is one breath time, which roughly consumes a little merit.
One breath is equal to about three to five seconds in the previous life. This is roughly the transformation. Then... let's take a thousand breaths first. Well, let's inject a thousand merits into the embroiderer first!
Anyway, this kind of merit purple mist is definitely a good thing. It does not promote cultivation, but it is also a treatment and improvement. It is beneficial to all without any harm. It is rare that his merit purple mist is so abundant at the moment, so he has to inject...
It is the purple mist of merit.
Although he may need to use it when he goes to Donglin Temple at dawn, so he has to reserve some in advance, but eight thousand merits are enough for him to have a small luxury.
After all, she is her own daughter, why should she be stingy?
Ouyang Rong secretly nodded.
began his turn.
Play your cards!
In the darkness, Zhao Qingxiu, who was completely powerless, suddenly found herself below.
"ah……"
Before she could react, she found that Tanlang had already come to bully her.
Her face was flushed, "Ahh..."
Zhao Qingxiu wanted to persuade him to moderate.
But the overwhelming feeling made her unable to use her fingers to write words of advice, so Tankou could only speak passively.
Most of an hour passed.
Repeated battles and defeats, repeated trials and tribulations, repeated attempts to fail, repeated admonishments, repeated failures...
Zhao Qingxiu gradually widened her blind eyes, why was Tanlang so lively and not tired at all?
There is no trace of a weak scholar here... Are all men like this when doing this?
And what's a little strange is that there seems to be a warm current flowing through the body and returning to the Dantian. Is this a normal reaction to this kind of couple's affairs?
The dragon-like Tanlang in the darkness seems to have a kind of magic power that makes his whole body warm, making it difficult to leave him. He is faintly immersed in it, and his mind wanders thousands of miles...
Zhao Qingxiu was very shy and really wanted to dig a hole in the ground and crawl in, never to see anyone again.
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