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Chapter 462: Fu Cheng, prosperous age

Looking at the things on the table, Ouyang Rong squinted his eyes slightly, as if reminiscing.

There was silence in the room, and his heart also calmed down.

After a while, in front of the desk, the young man in clothes began to draw talismans.

He has always had a good memory. Not long ago, he had a close look at a red and black talisman made by Master Yuan Laotian in the study of Xunyang Prince's Mansion. He naturally knew the order symbols on it by heart.

Just follow the gourd and draw the scoop.

However, according to the "Zhen Gao", this talisman must be completed in one go and cannot be interrupted or redrawn midway.

But there was only so much blood-like spiritual ink "squeezed" from the body of a certain little girl in Confucian attire.

It was only enough to draw a talisman, and there was nothing for him to waste.

In short, there is only one chance.

If you really can't find a strong and closely related descendant, you can only descend on yourself to refresh the full health status.

Ouyang Rong now only has more than 800 merits, which is still a little short of that.

It's that simple.

The symbol is completed.

Ouyang Rong leaned back in the back chair and took a long breath.

Over time.

He went to get a towel and wiped the sweat from his head. At the same time, he picked up the red and black talisman on the table and looked at it carefully.

Having just taken a shower, his temples were gradually soaked with sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

After about a stick of incense.

Ouyang Rong twisted a finger-sized snow-white whisk with two fingers, dipped it in blood-red spiritual ink without hesitation, and began to write.

"The Divine Decree... is somewhat similar to the craftsman's magical power. The former requires a close relationship, so that the probability of being possessed is high and the duration is long.

On the table in front of him, a brand new red and black talisman was lying quietly.

Except for the different handwriting, it is almost identical to Mr. Yuan's talisman.

Ouyang Rong wiped his temples with his sleeves.

Ouyang Rong rubbed his face.

After finishing the last stroke, this idea came to his mind for no reason.

So the pressure is still a bit high at the moment, even though Ouyang Rong's mentality has always been good...

Not needed yet.

After successfully drawing the talisman tonight, and seeing that nothing happened, Ouyang Rong tidied up and returned to the back room to prepare for sleep.

Or leave it to someone close to you. At the critical moment, he will come as a "god" to reverse the situation of the war or something...

It is a secret among the secrets within the Sanqing Taoist sect, a treasure that is strictly controlled and not leaked.

Lu Ya, who left in high spirits tonight, would never have imagined that not long after he left, someone would make a copy of the precious talisman he had carefully used.

The blood-red ink in the small golden bowl in front of Ouyang Rong has bottomed out.

nothing.

I don’t know if this is the blessed soul of the person who draws the talisman, or if he really has a talent for drawing talismans.

Ouyang Rong, who was staring intently, suddenly stopped all his movements.

"Hmm, what time is it?"

Now he is lying in front of Ouyang Rong obediently and can play with him casually.

He stared intently at the ink marks on the talisman paper. He held a snow-white whisk in his right hand and steadily moved forward to draw on the paper...

However, the red and black talisman has been made. As long as the merit is in place, the divine command can be used at any time.

He does not have the corresponding spiritual energy of a Taoist priest. To activate this kind of unique magical power, he can only consume a lot of merit and virtue.

So he made preparations in advance, imitating Lu Ya's operation not long ago, took a drop of blood from his fingertip, carefully put it into a porcelain bottle, and hid it together with the red and black talisman...

However, during the process of drawing the talisman, Ouyang Rong did not raise his sleeves to wipe the sweat, but tilted his head slightly to prevent the drops of sweat from falling on the spiritual ink talisman paper.

There was no vision of "the book turned into a magical talisman, shining brightly and showing great power", and there was no key feature that reminded him of the talisman's success.

Although Ouyang Rong has never drawn talismans before, it is easy for Ouyang Rong to enter a flow state when doing things, that is, to devote himself wholeheartedly to it. Well, although he always thinks a lot before starting to write, hesitating and wanting to be fully prepared, but Once he enters the scene and writes, he is sure and has no distracting thoughts...

Because the merits and virtues of Ziwu are not enough.

But Ouyang Rong knew that this talisman was completed.

Ouyang Rong smiled slightly, but immediately he collected the red and black talisman.

The snow-white whisk he held between his fingers had been stained red, and there were even a lot of red stains on his fingers.

"Isn't this the need for a kind of dependent origination? Just like the emptiness of dependent origination, well, no wonder the purple mist of merit can be used universally. In a sense, merit is a kind of dependent origination."

No matter what, it can be regarded as an extra unexpected trump card, so keep it well.

From the wardrobe next to the bed, a certain little inkling made a confused sound.

Ouyang Rong covered the sleeping Ye Weilai with a quilt, lifted the quilt and got ready to go to bed, and casually reported:

"The sun is shining on my butt."

"Okay, I can bask in the sun again."

With a "boom", the cabinet door seemed to be pushed open with force, and a figure in Confucian uniform shot out, flying toward the window sill like smoke. However, when he rushed out, he didn't expect it to be a dark environment, and he rushed too far. "Ouch!" With a loud sound, it fell into the grass outside the window sill, startling the insects.

"Ouyang Rong, where is the sun? Whose ass is being basked in? Why is it so dark outside?" Miao Si said dissatisfied.

Ouyang Rong pretended not to hear.

After a while, the door was pushed open, and looking out from the house, in addition to the stern-faced little girl wearing a Confucian dress, one could also see the brilliant starry sky outside the corridor.

Miao Si picked off the weeds on the road crown, ran back to the inner room, jumped on the bed, lifted the quilt covering someone's eyes and face, pushed his shoulders, and shouted in his ear:
"Hey, don't sleep, the sun is shining on your butt."

"No need to show off your butt." Ye Weilai turned over and raised her white-haired little head, but Ouyang Rong pushed her down, covered her with the quilt again, covered her ears, and the sleepy girl snuggled into his arms. Falling back into sleep.

Ouyang Rong turned his back to Miao Si.

The little girl in Confucian attire lay with her back on the pillow he had left after he turned over and lay on her side. She was quiet for a while and muttered:
"I miss Xiaoxuan."

"Okay, I'll send you to Fulu Sanshan tomorrow." Ouyang Rong replied with his eyes closed.

"No!" Miao Si shouted immediately.

She raised her head, looked at Ouyang Rong's face, and whispered:
"It's just a joke. Why is the Great Sword Immortal not humorous at all? That's not good. I have met someone before. He is open-minded and cheerful. He works and drinks all day long, but his memory is not very good. Now he still owes me two It’s just baht money, but it’s a pity that it’s useless now that I have an IOU, and there is no proof.”

Ouyang Rong didn't laugh.

After listening quietly for a while, he suddenly asked: "Who is he?"

"Who?" Miao Si looked confused, then suddenly smiled and said: "Hehe, I lied to you, I met you in my dream."

Ouyang Rong curled his lips and didn't ask any more questions.

The palm-sized little Mo Jing turned over on the pillow several times, and finally rolled to Ouyang Rong's head, grabbed his ear, shook it, and shouted into the ear hole:
"Hey, Ouyang Rong, where are we going from now on?" "What are we going to do, and you going too?"

"Of course, didn't you agree that you will be my follower? Of course, you should share the wealth with me. If you have difficulties, you should be the one to share. Let's enjoy the popular and spicy food together, hehe."

"Okay, then go to Luoyang Chang'an."

"Luoyang doesn't want it. Chang'an is okay, the name is good, Chang'an Chang'an."

"Then don't go."

"Don't go either, at least don't go now. There's chaos over there right now. Why are we going to join in the fun?"

"What do you mean?"

"The current Zhou Dynasty does not have the spirit of prosperity."

"Can you still see the aura of prosperity?"

"Nonsense, what kind of prosperous age does not have some culture? What kind of prosperity is it if there is no culture? Well, I heard that the current ruler of the Zhou Dynasty is a female emperor. She is eighty years old and has a lot of looks. Power is really the most powerful aphrodisiac. , I forgot who said it, tsk tsk, this is really the first time I’ve seen this fairy girl in my long life.”

Ouyang Rong nodded: "I hope there won't be a second time in the future."

"Who knows, wait until you curse me, right?" Miao Si muttered nonchalantly.

Ouyang Rong, who had kept his eyes closed, suddenly said:

"When I take you to Luoyang or Chang'an from now on, I will naturally take you to see the prosperous times."

"How do you know there will be a prosperous age in the future?"

Ouyang Rong was silent, he couldn't say directly. According to the current development trajectory, which seemed familiar, and referring to a familiar period of history in the previous life, after sorting out the series of political chaos caused by the tyranny of Wei Zhou's heroine, it is very likely to usher in a new era. Come to a prosperous age comparable to Kaiyuan?

Besides, was everything peaceful in the prosperous Kaiyuan era?
If he were still in Dragon City when he first woke up, Ouyang Rong might have been extremely excited when facing the prosperous age in the near future.

But now after experiencing the Dragon City incident...

There are also crises in the prosperous times. This is not caused by the ignorance or ambition of one or two people, but the ills of the entire empire, and the root cause has even been laid early in the current Wei Zhou Dynasty.

The handsome young man was sleeping on the bed with his eyes closed. He didn't know when he got up, opened his eyes, and stared at the curtains on the ceiling.

"Some people believe because they see it, and some people see it because they believe." He said softly.

Miao Si curiously asked: "Ouyang Rong, do you believe there will be a prosperous age in the future?"

"Well, like you believe the sun basks in your ass."

"..."

After a while, Miaosi said unhappyly:

"But after I believed it, you took me into a trap and I fell into a trap."

In the darkness, Ouyang Rong whispered:
"Who knows, after I believe it, I will fall into the trap, and who can say for sure what will happen in the future."

"You'd better say the sun is shining on your ass."

"hope so."

Ouyang Rong grinned.

Miao Si held his ear and was in a daze for a while, then turned to his ear hole and said:
"When you are outside from now on, try not to recite poems or show off your literary style."

"Why?"

"Last time in Xiaoxuan's yard, you wrote so many wonderful poems on the red leaves. It was enjoyable, but it was too ostentatious and literary. Be careful next time you will be caught by that money-faced fairy.

"By the way, there are also those Wuyue female nuns. Well, how come we can meet them in any era? Which generation of Yue Chuzi are we now? Last time I woke up, the Yue virgins of that generation were famous for their sword-handled swords. All the leading Confucian sages in the world have been slaughtered. Hehe, let’s see if those Confucian scholars still dare to say that only women and villains are difficult to raise.”

Ouyang Rong turned around:

"It's okay to hide it all the time. Just like the poem that was exposed under the oil-paper umbrella last time. Fortunately, you saw it and helped to cover it up... You are an ink master, and you are naturally close to literature. Is there any way you can help me cover it up on weekdays?"

"It's the female fairy of Mo."

"Okay, little fairy Mo."

Miao Si pointed her finger at her lips: "Well, it's difficult to cover up, but it can be transferred."

"Transfer, what do you mean?"

"Just transfer it to someone else, pretending to be someone else's style, so that Si Tianjian's people can't find you..."

"I don't understand it very well, but it's okay. Then I'll have Lady Lao Nuxian to help take care of it."

"No, if you are my ninety-ninth glorious follower, I will not treat you badly."

Miao Si patted her chest, her tone was a little proud, and then she said seriously:

"But don't lie to me about sunbathing your butt next time."

"The deal... wait, it's already the 99th place? Then you can be considered a professional."

"I reported it casually."

Ouyang Rong smiled, and then, as if he remembered something, he asked again:
"By the way, you commented last time that except for a poor official who lives in a temple, the rest of the people in Xunyang City are not very literary. Who is this poor official?"

"It seems that he is from Chang'an. He came here after being demoted. His name is Yuan or something. I forgot. He is quite knowledgeable and likes writing, so I can sense his literary spirit. He is very familiar with it. By the way, last time To give him face, I stole a few ink sticks from him."

"Okay, I'll thank you on his behalf."

"What, you know him?"

Ouyang Rong said calmly: "I think we know each other."

"What does it mean to calculate? Oh, by the way, I almost forgot that you are from Jiangzhou. You must be a high-ranking official. Well, wouldn't that mean you can buy me Hanlei ingots every day?"

"No, I am an upright official and my salary is not enough. You should go and eat at Yuan Huaimin's expense. He is very wealthy and will not deduct his salary for being late without blinking an eye. I will show you the way tomorrow. You can visit often."

Miaosi looked suspicious:
"Integrity officials? Aren't all officials the same? Aren't they all from a noble family? What kind of history do you have in Jiangzhou? It's not small at all. I don’t believe it has anything to do with it.”

Ouyang Rong has a stern face:
"Don't talk nonsense, I'm not, I didn't.

"We are now in the Zhou Dynasty, and the person who became an official in the imperial examination is a poor scholar.

"It's different. Well, you can understand it this way. An upright official is a poor official."

Miao Si patted his ear:

"Poor scholar? Still a poor official? If you don't hurry up and make money, I thought that only with your wealth and thousands of acres of fertile land, you would have free time to pray for the people.

"You're just a poor guy. If you're poor, why don't you ask me for help? Huh, if you continue to be poor like this, you will lose me. I don't accept poor followers."

"..."

"Wait a minute, you are from a poor family and you can still hook up with the daughter of the Xie family in Chen County? Could it be that the Xie family has become a poor family now? That's not right. I think that little lady Xie is not lacking in nutrition at all."

Ouyang Rong turned around: "Hook up? Give you another chance to reorganize your language."

Miao Si immediately became serious and raised his finger to the south to refute: "The talented man and the beautiful woman are a perfect match. How can it be your little Xie's turn to object!"

Ouyang Rong nodded, covered the little Mo Jing on the pillow with a quilt, and said:
"It's not like our mouth can't spit out ivory."

"Oh, look at it this way, it's so chaotic. This world is different from before. It's so annoying."

Ouyang Rong narrowed his eyes and shouted:
"My lady fairy, times have changed."

(End of this chapter)