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Chapter 470 Female Sage? You can watch it from a distance and you can also play with it!

"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 as the main means of attack."

Xie Lingjiang turned around and explained:

"Because I have just been promoted to a sage, there are some vocal objects that are too heavy and cannot be controlled, such as Hong Zhong Da Lu.

"Senior Brother, I just tried it. Currently, the most suitable and easiest to control is the whistling autumn wind that turns books and shakes leaves, followed by the tinkling gurgling water, but the latter one is slightly more difficult than the previous one.

"But just like the previous skills, it 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."

"Seventh-grade book translator, learned art, 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 arts.

Xie Lingjiang glanced at him:
"Elder brother's brain works very quickly. The latter one is not difficult. As for the former usage, it still requires some practice... But I heard that in ancient times, there was a scholar who was well-read in the books of sages and spoke of Tianxian. In the Golden Palace, His voice was as loud as a bell, and he scolded the ministers. The civil and military officials of the entire dynasty were silenced, and even the emperor hesitated."

"As for the previous arts, I haven't heard much about them from my junior sister."

"Physics?" she asked confusedly.

"Elder brother is very free and generous to me, even giving in to this."

"Of course, you have to be sincere and friendly before taking action. Humans and animals are harmless... about fifteen breaths or so. I can give you some good words, although it's useless. When the time comes, just clear the place and leave."

"What?" He looked curious.

Xie Lingjiang clasped his fingers and said in detail with pink lips:

"It's all the same," he said casually.

"So senior brother, 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.

Ouyang Rong sighed: "There is no way, you have to choose between theory and physics."

"I can't tell if this is stupid or something."

"Eldest brother is really bad, he is still bad in secret."

"Tsk, no wonder the female fairy dares to be so arrogant and threatens to accept a follower."

She did not agree, silently stretched out her hand, pinched Ouyang Rong's waist, and whispered:

"Actually, there's nothing much to say...

"A gentleman of the eighth grade, acquires artistic skills, is a master of shooting, can shoot with a hundred steps, and strengthens his body..."

"Little junior sister, I'm not stupid." Ouyang Rong said with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

Ouyang Rong was thoughtful: "Ink book? Is it related to Lingmo? Does it need to be written?"

"I mean Miaoxi is the same as you and me."

Xie Lingjiang asked slowly: "Is there anyone else?"

"Elder brother, actually, this little ink spirit is not only very precious in Taoism, but three mountains of talismans are vying for it.

"Humph."

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."

"The sixth-grade sage is Le Yun. Senior brother already knows."

Ouyang Rong took a breath and twisted his body, with an innocent expression on his face:
"Then why are you pinching me, little junior sister?"

Xie Ling Jiang Xingmu gave him a slightly angry look.

Xie Lingjiang naturally knew what the little follower meant, and a warm current flowed through his heart.

"Ok?"

"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."

"Hiss..." He raised his head and straightened his waist.

“The spiritual ink produced by it can not only be used by Fulu Sanshan Taoist priests to write ink pots, but can also be used by Confucian scholars to write mantras and edicts.

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.

After a pause, he glanced at the junior sister who had a suspicious expression on her face, and nodded slightly:

"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."

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."

"In the Confucian sect, it is also a great opportunity for scholars to practice Qi. However, unlike Taoist sects, Confucian scholars need to be at least mid-level in spiritual energy cultivation to use it, so not many people know about it.

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:

Ouyang Rong changed the topic:

Ouyang Rong smiled and touched his chin:
"Are Confucian scholars in need of middle-level cultivation in the future? Then one day, let this 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 servant."

"A ninth-grade scholar acquires artistic skills and mystical arithmetic. He mainly studies the basic knowledge of Qi practitioners such as the heavenly stems, earthly branches, yin and yang and the five elements, so that his brain can move faster, his ears and eyesight will be clear, and he will be flexible and resourceful."

"Ah?"

Xie Lingjiang groaned and turned his head to look at the scenery in the distance.

In fact, I wasn't angry in my heart, I just wanted to deal with someone who was 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. At present, compared with Lingmo, he lacked the merits of Ziwu. 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 has already collected the numbers, archery, books, and music, so the remaining etiquette and royal arts skills need to be mastered by a high-level scholar?"

"Yes." Xie Lingjiang nodded.

"Which one masters last?"

"If I'm not mistaken, it's... a gift."

"present?"

Xie Ling Jiang looked serious, and his tone was surprisingly serious: "Ritual is the foundation of Confucianism. If there is no etiquette, the music will be ruined, 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 are not as good as hers, but as a senior brother, how can she lose face in front of her 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..."

"Wait." Xie Lingjiang stopped Ouyang Rong, squinted his eyes, looked him up and down, and lightly opened his 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 in 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 tentatively: "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 profile.

The long hair falls like a waterfall and is gently held up with a simple hosta. A few strands of flowing 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 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 tempting.

I couldn't help but take another look.

I saw Xie Lingjiang's legs together, sitting on the embroidery stool with her legs bent, her delicate jade hands interlaced and placed squarely on her thighs 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 the transition from her neck to her chest...

At this moment, the beauty in red clothes tilted her head a little, biting her pink lips habitually, and looking at him like this.

His eyes seemed to have starlight, and he didn't know if it was Ouyang Rong's imagination. The eyes were flickering like meteors flying across the sky at night, 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 could not be played with.

After a period of pushing and struggling to welcome and resist, they soon locked their necks, 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 along the way...

The rustling sounds of some ribbons being untied and clothes slipping off, I wonder if they are hidden by the "music and rhyme" talent 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 could be 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 about “eating” in the literal sense.

"I rely on..."

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 "squeaked".

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 on her neck, had already staggered towards the main house. She bent down hastily 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 giant, but it seemed to be running away in a hurry.

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, it's 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, you go..." The woman in the room lowered her voice.

Her bass is still a little trembling, as if the gentle aftertaste of a heart-beating scene just now still lingers.

Ouyang Rong coaxed him a few more times, but still didn't see his little junior sister Ostrich raise her head and walk out of the house. He felt helpless and wandered around the yard a few times before leaving.

Anyway, it wasn't a loss. While washing Yuzu's delicacies, 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:

"If you don't read the book now, you don't have to go to those boring poetry gatherings anymore. 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 it in to wrap up the whimpering little Mo Jing whose mouth was covered.

Ouyang Rong hugged a ball of wet clothes and strode away...

(End of this chapter)