"Would you like to inquire about the news... That's fine, but I don't look like a person from the world. Well, let's take Rokuro and Ashan with us."
Ouyang Rong muttered in thought and nodded.
He asked curiously:
"But junior sister, what does it mean to be a virgin? Is it a position like the head of Yunmeng Jianze?"
"Yes and no."
Xie Lingjiang shook his head and whispered:
"In the land of Wu and Yue, there is an old saying that no one in this world can beat the sword of the Yue girl. This is the evaluation given by the Qi practitioners of the pre-Qin Dynasty to the first generation of Yue virgins thousands of years ago.
"No one knows the name of Yue virgin in the first generation. They only know that she is an unknown woman who came out of the barbarian land of ancient Wu and Yue. She likes to kill dragons in the poor mountains and rivers.
"It is said that she wielded a sword and cut off all the evil things in the ancient Wuyue land, so that the Wuyue ancestors in the south could successfully open up the fertile land at our feet, and also left behind the legend of 'Yue girl slaying the dragon'.
"The ancient books also said that there were fairy mountains overseas at that time, and a certain fairy mountain was full of demonic dragons, so she accepted the invitation of the overseas immortals and went overseas with her sword...
"Whether these are true or not, in the end it was the first generation Yue Maizi who opened up the Yue Nu Dao lineage and established the Yue Nu Sword Sect in Yunmengze, which is now Yunmeng Jianze. She also used special Qi training techniques to transform the mythical spirituality
He will stay in the land of Wuyue forever.
"This should be confirmed without a doubt. It is the origin of Yunmeng Jianze recognized by Qi practitioners both inside and outside the world.
"Later, the Yue virgin became a kind of inheritance of Yunmeng Jianze. This should be regarded as immortality in a certain sense. Every generation of Yunmeng Jianze female nuns would enter the world to find the girl who inherited the mythical spirituality of the first generation of the Yue virgin.
Bring Yunmengze back.
"The Yue Virgin is indeed the most important core inheritance of Yunmeng Jianze, but each generation of the Yue Virgin may not necessarily become the top female cultivator of Yunmeng Jianze. The twists and turns here are actually quite complicated..."
Xie Lingjiang hesitated for a moment. This was what the elders of the Qi Practitioners told her. The Qi Practitioners were actually a very small group.
Sometimes, in such a large sect, only two or three people can enter the rank. How far they can go after entering the rank depends on their fate.
Therefore, some secret knowledge is generally very closed and will not be spread casually.
But seeing her senior brother chewing pears with great interest, she still said something:
"There is a female monarch palace in Yunmeng Jianze, which is similar to the ancestral hall. It is the highest decision-making place for the sect. The Yue girls who can enter the female monarch palace are called Yunmeng female monarchs. They are very few in number and ranked according to their seniority.
"The first female monarch is the Lord of Yunmeng Jianze, also known as the 'Yuanjun'. She is the co-owner of thousands of islands and lakes in the nine-hundred-mile Yunmeng Daze.
"Every generation who becomes more virgin must enter the palace of the female monarch. Although he is the first in line of succession, he may not necessarily become the Yuanjun...
"I heard that in this session of the Female Monarch Hall, the Yuanjun has not yet been selected among the several female monarchs. It seems that Zhao Qingxiu, the virgin of this generation, is still too young, so the senior sister will take the lead for the time being."
Ouyang Rong raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "So this virgin title is similar to the devil's saint?"
Xie Lingjiang glared at him:
"What kind of devil's saint? Is she going to run away with an abandoned disciple? Have you read too many romance novels about your senior brother?"
"Being a virgin is no joke. She has a real sword. She is a born swordsman. She is a pure swordsman. She can't tolerate the slightest stain on the sword's heart. It's okay for my senior brother to say so in front of me. If she dares to talk nonsense in front of Zhao Qingxiu, she can probably do it.
One sword will pierce your heart."
Seeing someone improperly grabbing a pear and raising his hands to beg for mercy, she snorted, looked out the window, and narrowed her eyes slightly:
"Furthermore, I heard that Zhao Qingxiu lives up to his name, with a cold and cold personality. He never talks to any man except his senior sister. The dragon never sees its end, and is extremely mysterious."
Well, it sounds like a general template for a cold fairy, but this one has been withdrawn from the environment.
How can there be such a serious but cute little junior sister Kuo Ai?
Someone nodded solemnly: "I know, I know. If I see her, I will lower my head and walk around her."
Xie Lingjiang looked at his senior brother's expression and couldn't help laughing.
For some reason, maybe it was the aftereffect of the last time she sang in a chorus in the county government hall. Every time her senior brother's face became more serious, it gave her the impression that he was less serious than not.
Xie Lingjiang laughed and shook his head.
Afterwards.
Ouyang Rong packed the food box, and before leaving, Xie Lingjiang gave him some instructions.
In fact, it is not too difficult to just hold the junior sister's token in hand and go to a Xinfang hall that she was familiar with before to pick up a Jianghu tabloid.
Ouyang Rong could have asked Yan Liulang to do it for him, but since it was entrusted by his junior sister, he happened to be going to Penglangdu to inspect a batch of materials shipped by Wang Caozhi and others, so he also took care of it himself.
After leaving the junior sister's yard, Ouyang Rong learned his lesson and stopped taking the path through the plum blossom forest and took the main entrance instead.
Along the way, it naturally attracted the attention of people under the Su family, and soon, Uncle Su hurried over again.
"Why didn't your nephew say anything when he came?"
Ouyang Rong coughed and said nothing. It is impossible to say that he came in through the back door of your daughter's yard.
"Uncle's face...is everything okay?"
Ouyang Rong couldn't help but glance at the red marks on Su Xian's right face and asked.
"Ahem, it's okay, let's make a grape rack." Su Xian waved her big hand and sincerely suggested: "My dear nephew, please stay here and sit here. I'll ask your mother, Weber, to make some pastries."
Ouyang Rong looked at the Su family master's expectant face.
It seemed that he wanted to prove his status in the family face to face.
But Ouyang Rong felt that there was no need to prove it.
Being so hospitable speaks volumes.
He has finally figured out how to deliver meals in the past few days. We, the Su family, are in harmony when guests come, right? We can make Mother Weber lose face and restrain her courtesy in front of the guests, so that Uncle Su can get some respite.
Opportunity for courage.
No wonder it's hard for Uncle Su to be so hospitable.
Just when Ouyang Rong was hesitating, Su Dalang's hurried figure appeared at the end of the corridor again.
"Brother Lianghan, why didn't you tell me earlier when he came?" the young man with dark circles scolded.
"Isn't Dalang in class?" Ouyang Rong couldn't help but ask.
"I'm taking a short leave. Brother Lianghan is the role model that my father and sister said. No matter how busy I am, I have to come over to entertain you." The young man with dark circles in his eyes wiped his sweat and looked determined as he hurried over.
"..." Ouyang Rong and Su Xian.
This one is even more heavyweight.
Ouyang Rong thought he might as well try to take the path back to Meiluyuan.
Ever since.
Ouyang Rong was dragged to the reception hall without any explanation by this strange and different Su family father and son. He drank two cups of hot tea, chatted for a long time, and ate a huge plate of pastries before he found a chance to breathe, stood up and left firmly.
.
"My dear nephew, why don't you just sit here and have dinner?"
Su Xian glanced at the graceful and dignified woman next to him and asked regretfully.
"Yes, nephew, please sit a little longer, they really like you here." Wei Mei said with a smile.
Ouyang Rong shook his head and said goodbye resolutely, saying that he still had important things to do in the afternoon.
Naturally, Su Xian and others couldn't force them to stay, but Su Dalang, who was skipping school and fishing like crazy when a guest came to visit, obviously hadn't had a good rest yet. He got wise in his haste and said to Su Xian and Wei Mei:
"Father and mother, my child still has some problems with his homework. I would like to ask Brother Lianghan for advice. Could you please let me visit Meiluyuan next door?"
"..."
Although he was the top scholar in previous Jinshi studies, Ouyang Rong had no time to teach him.
However, seeing Su Dalang's panda eyes glistening with tears, Ouyang Rong still couldn't bear the questioning from Mr. Su and Mrs. Wei and did not refuse.
Finally, Su Dalang finally took a half-day leave and followed Ouyang Rong back to Meiluyuan.
At the gallery in Meilu Garden.
Su Dalang is like Grandma Liu who just entered the Grand View Garden and looked around.
Surrounded by a group of old masters who are known as famous teachers, he has not been out for a long time, and now everything outside Su Mansion is very strange.
Like a boarder who has just climbed out of the wall at night, he has to take two deep breaths when he lands in a garbage dump. It is the fresh smell of freedom.
Su Dalang sighed: "Brother Lianghan, today's feelings are unforgettable."
Listening to the crisp sound of wooden fish coming from his ears, Ouyang Rong said without looking back:
"Don't worry, toothless. You can sit quietly in the study. You can read all the books on the bookshelf. I have something to do and have to go out."
Su Dalang was stunned: "Brother Lianghan, where are you going?"
"I'm going to the ferry to do some errands. Maybe I shouldn't come back for dinner. When Brother Su arrives, remember to go back to the Su Mansion and don't make Uncle Su and the others anxious."
Ouyang Rong had a stern face and stopped someone's attempt to take advantage of others in advance, keeping things business in order.
"Hey, okay." Su Dalang sat down on a chair and said with concern: "Brother Lianghan, please be safe."
Ouyang Rong motioned to Wei Lai to pour tea, and he was about to go out.
Su Dalang flipped through the book, lowered his head and muttered habitually:
"It's a pity that I grabbed a handful of silver beans before going out. I was planning to treat them to guests, but it seems I can only save them next time..."
"Hey, brother Lianghan, what are you doing?" He paused while thinking casually.
The elder son of the Su family raised his head and looked at the young county magistrate in front of him with a puzzled expression, blocking the light from where he was reading.
"What are you waiting for? Let's go now. This is the time." The latter nodded.
"..." Su Dalang.
…
Ouyang Rong admitted that he had never visited Longcheng County before.
He didn't even know there was such a lively restaurant on this busy street next to Penglangdu.
Ouyang Rong was only familiar with Yuanming Tower before, but the latter was positioned as the most luxurious and elegant place in Dragon City, where more officials and businessmen went... Looking at it this way, being an official for a long time is a bit rotten, and it is not close enough to the place.
gas.
Now, Ouyang Rong brought Su Dalang, Yan Liulang and Liu Ashan to this restaurant.
The plaque on the door is named "Yunshui Pavilion".
Ouyang Rong took a look inside. In addition to tea, meals and accommodation, the business seemed to be quite extensive.
I heard from my junior sister that the boss of Yunshui Pavilion also has a background in the martial arts world, but he is not from Longcheng. Yunshui Pavilion has branches in many prosperous counties and counties in Jiangnan Province, so Longcheng is naturally indispensable.
There are many guests from all over the world and from all walks of life in Yunshui Pavilion. It is very lively and is a good place to collect news.
Ouyang Rong, dressed in snow-white uniforms, led Su Dalang and others into the building. Seeing that the first floor was crowded and noisy, they went straight to the second floor where they had a better view, and found a table by the window to sit down.
He summoned the maid and ordered a pot of good Longjing and special spicy dishes. Anyway, someone invited him to eat and drink for free.
Wait for the maid to smile and politely retreat.
"Brother Lianghan, didn't you say you were doing something? What are we doing here?"
Su Dalang frowned and looked around, turned around, and asked with a serious face: "Strange, why is the girl here half-clothed?"
"..." Ouyang Rong, Yan Liulang and others.
"Brother Su, please keep your voice down."
Ouyang Rong was speechless. Isn't it just that his legs and arms were exposed a little? Is there any need to make a fuss?
He looked around and saw that perhaps the second floor was more expensive, and the group of them seemed to be richer. The maids who came to serve were indeed a little different from those downstairs, a little more "generous".
But he is not even half as rich as his junior sister.
Ouyang Rong didn't even raise his eyelids, but after thinking about it carefully, he nodded slightly.
Indeed, let alone Su Dalang's conservative tutor, compared with the Yuanming Tower where Ouyang Rong had been, there was something a bit wrong with the attire of the maids who received guests in Yunshuijian.
Could it be...that there is flexible employment?
The pattern of Yunshui Pavilion has been opened.
Ouyang Rong sighed, and temporarily left his position, letting Yan Liulang and others take care of Su Dalang, who looked around like a curious baby. He went downstairs to the counter.
I came over to Su Dalang's afternoon tea just by the way, mainly to help my junior sister get a copy of the Jianghu tabloid.
Instead of stupidly running to the hall downstairs to prick up your ears and inquire, which is too inefficient, this Yunshui Pavilion, which has a large layout, will naturally have a business of selling Jianghu news.
Ouyang Rong took out the keepsake at the counter, and said a strange slogan. Ouyang Rong was taken to the third floor by a small shopkeeper.
Then he was invited into an elegant room to sit for a while. He took a small bamboo tube from the hand of a charming woman and shook it. There seemed to be a roll of paper inside.
Without looking further, he put away the small bamboo tube and declined other services. Ouyang Rong opened the door and went downstairs. But as he was walking up the stairs, he caught a glimpse of a slender cyan figure disappearing at the corner of the stairs below.
This is……
Why is she here?
Ouyang Rong was stunned, this was his first reaction.
He immediately gave chase.
But there were many people on the stairs, so Ouyang Rong naturally yelled and cursed when he was hurriedly squeezing down. Ouyang Rong apologized and squeezed down at an unambiguous speed. He chased all the way to the first floor and was able to capture the cyan streak.
The figure disappeared in the direction of the kitchen on the first floor.
When he walked to the back kitchen, he looked around and found that there were only the restaurant's chef and the waiter in the kitchen, and there was no figure in Tsing Yi.
Under their doubtful eyes, Ouyang Rong walked around the kitchen twice, but still couldn't find anyone.
"Sorry sorry..."
Ouyang Rong looked apologetic and prepared to turn around and return.
He suspected that he had seen it wrong.
After all, shouldn’t the mute girl with her broken finger be in the Beitian Alms House right now? So should the old man with malignant sores. How could the former be here?
Um, does he want to go home too much, and he can't forget the people he met for the first time in the Pure Land Palace...
The young county magistrate, who was about to leave the kitchen, suddenly turned around, passed through the kitchen again, and opened the innermost door of the kitchen.
He looked out and saw an empty alley, with only overturned trash cans and a few unkempt beggars, including a poor beggar with empty sleeves...but there was no sign of the mute woman.
Ouyang Rong exhaled and shook his head.
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