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Chapter 559: Pure love meets peach blossoms, who will repay it today? [Please give me a monthly ticket! ]

"No, come again?"

In the pure white space, someone blurted out, breaking the silence.

Seeing the purple mist boiling up again on the bronze bell, Ouyang Rong was so upset that he almost cursed.

Above the head, purple mist mixed with some pink threads flowed down from the clock with ancient carvings like running water.

The carvings on the ancient bronze bell were blurred, and the dripping rich purple air seemed to evaporate in mid-air and dissipate.

Another blessing of peach blossom!

Moreover, when Ouyang Rong got closer and took a closer look, he faintly discovered that in addition to the pink silk threads, there was also a little light blue mist mixed in the purple mist.

It was just that the blue and purple were slightly similar, so I didn't look closely enough and confused them. It was more obvious in the purple mist that flowed vertically from the bell.

There are pink and light blue ones.

What kind of strange blessing is this?
This is the first time I've encountered this.

But this time, there was no terrifying bloody fog like last time, so it was relatively safe.

At least it means there is no danger recently, right?
But the lingering powdery mist made Ouyang Rong, who was a fan of pure love, frown.

"Could it be that they are right and I am not pure enough in love? No, that is impossible."

Ouyang Rong shook his head firmly.

He looked carefully at the new light blue color that appeared in the mist.

Blue gives people a feeling of quietness, serenity and cleanliness.

Doesn't seem to have a bad meaning.

Ouyang Rong muttered.

He flew to the ancient bronze bell, reached out to touch the bell, and a mysterious message immediately popped into his mind.

"Five thousand merits, why don't you go and grab them?"

Ouyang Rong opened his eyes wide, leaned his body back and moved his head away, immediately putting some distance between himself and the ancient bronze bell.

"What kind of blessing? Five thousand merits would be enough for me to use the divine command to kill two groups of Lin Cheng and Wei Shaoqi."

Ouyang Rong changed to a new unit of measurement, calculated the amount, and his face suddenly became unhappy.

The last time he used the Shangqing secret skill to summon the gods, he consumed almost three thousand merits.

But that was because he, as a "god", used the red and black talisman as an anchor point to remotely descend upon Huang Feihong, who was the container.

Therefore, more merit purple mist is consumed.

If he himself were to use himself as a vessel to summon other "gods" who had existed in the dark, there should be fewer people.

It is estimated that only 2,500 merits will be consumed.

Well, it can be understood that one is on top and the other is on the bottom. The one on top who is taking the initiative will definitely consume more energy, not just physical strength...

Anyway, at the moment, the purple mist of merit, in addition to exchanging for randomly triggered blessings of varying degrees.

There are several other uses:
It can replace spiritual energy to display the unique skills of other Taoist sects, such as the unique skills of the ancestral halls of the Three Pure Ones.

Another one is to use the purple mist of merit to replace some kind of sorcerer's ritual to collect false shadow incarnations for the Mirage Mask.

The latter one requires one thousand five hundred merits to be performed once.

Finally, when [Craftsmanship] runs out of ammunition and food, the characteristics of the "Dependent Origination and Emptiness" magical power can also use the purple mist of merit as fuel...

With this consideration, the purple mist of merit is indeed very useful, and now, the blessing bell in front of him is priced at five thousand.

"Don't forget, you are a lucky charm, which is not rare among handsome men. Don't be too greedy. Well, I don't really need you. In fact, you are not that good, and you may not be exchanged..."

Ouyang Rong nodded as he spoke, looking at the spiritual ancient bronze bell in front of him, and said seriously:
"So can you lower the price a bit, give me a friendship price, and make friends with me?"

Unfortunately, the ancient bronze bell remained in its original state, and the boiling and vibration of the purple mist remained unchanged, as if it did not hear it, or did not fall for it.

The little thing vibrated like a vibrator, and in Ouyang Rong's eyes, it looked like a show of strength.
Do you like it or not?

Ouyang Rong looked suspicious and turned around to look at the small wooden fish not far away.

I wonder if the blessing bell knows his "wallet balance" and has colluded with the wooden fish?
The merit points that have just been accumulated are being squeezed in various ways.

Adhering to the principle of pure love that requires careful exchange of blessings with the connotation of pink peach blossoms, Ouyang Rong turned around and temporarily put it behind him.

Soon, he came to the small wooden fish and his eyes looked above the small wooden fish.

I remember that before the Xingzifang Buddha incident, his remaining merits were... four thousand seven hundred and seventy-two.

During this period, there were some decreases and some increases, roughly as follows:
For each use of the divine decree, three thousand merits will be deducted... leaving more than one thousand seven hundred merits.

At the Chrysanthemum Poetry Meeting at Xunyang Tower, he wrote "On Chrysanthemums" while drunk, and his skills amazed everyone... He gained a small amount of more than 300 merits.

The collapse of the Giant Buddha at Xingzi Lake, the beheading of Lin, Wei, Wang and others as punishment, including the aftermath... increased the merits by more than 2,000.

He was invited by Rong Zhen, Qin Yanqing, Yuan Huaimin and others to act as the chief secretary, to clean up the mess in Xingzifang, appease the laborers and soldiers, and calm the people's hearts... and his merits increased by more than a thousand.

At the Shendu Wenhua Banquet, under the praises of the Empress and the Prince of Xiang, the names of "On Chrysanthemums" and "On Teachers" became famous among the literati of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and Ouyang Rong's reputation as a writer spread far and wide, but the merits brought by this fame were somewhat reduced... and increased by more than a thousand merits.

In addition, there are some scattered ones.

On behalf of the government, he comforted the families of Wang Lengran, Wei Shaoqi, and Shen Bingqiang...a small increase of more than 200 merits.

During the Spring Festival, I accompanied Zhen Shuyuan, Ye Weilai and other women in the inner house... I got a small increase of 100 merits... After finally receiving the order, Rong Zhen, Nanny Song, Zhang Yu, Hu Fu and others were relieved and grateful... I got a small increase of 100 merits... And the beautiful lady was excited and grateful not long ago...

Oh, by the way, add to that the two merit experience packages from Junior Sister and Lady Historian, and the small amounts of merit that pop up from time to time.

Back and forth like this.

Ouyang Rong glanced at the small wooden fish in front of him. A long string of cyan-gold characters was floating above it:
Merits: 6,541

In the interval of gazing, the small wooden fish made another "dong" sound, and the last number "one" in the font jumped to "two". I don't know which girl was "missing" him again.

Ouyang Rong sighed, touched the warm and smooth little wooden fish, and said with a slightly sad tone:

"After deducting five thousand, there are only one thousand five hundred and forty-one left, which is not enough for one divine decree..."

Think for a moment.

Didn't exchange immediately.

Ouyang Rong left the Merit Tower first.

Sitting in front of the desk in the empty study, he looked down at the white jade hairpin in his hand.

The white jade hairpin was placed back on the table. The trembling and joyful bell sound beside Ouyang Rong's ears disappeared in an instant.

The palm covered the white jade hairpin again.

The vibrating sound of the blessing bell attacked my ears again.

Tried it several times.

He threw down the white jade hairpin that looked like a vibrator remote control, threw himself back on the back of the chair, and rubbed his face:

“Sure enough, that’s its trigger condition.

"So this powder blue blessing is related to the white jade hairpin?"

Ouyang Rong's gaze slowly turned to the belongings of Zhao's mother in the bundle spread out on the desk.

“This pink blessing is not necessarily the wrong peach color. The two-color blessing I exchanged last time was only targeted at Rong Zhen.

"At that time, I was drunk in Xunyang City and was writing a half-written sword formula. I didn't expect that she was outside the building. If she had entered the building, her literary aura would have been exposed, and it would have been difficult to end. No wonder she was the Peach Blossom Evil.

"But this peach blossom is not necessarily something wrong, but it means that it involves a woman."

Ouyang Rong suddenly had an idea: "Could it be that my mother is still alive? Is the blessing related to her?"

But when I think about it carefully, it seems a bit outrageous.

As far as I remember, Zhao's mother and Ouyang's father were both ordinary people, and Nanlong Ouyang family was just an ordinary local poor aristocratic family in Luling. How could there be so many grievances and hatreds that we could make up a play about them?
Ouyang Rong was not idle. He tried other things in Zhao's mother's relics and found that the Fubao Bell had no response.

Finally, his eyes fell on the white jade hairpin again.

Under the flickering flame of the lamp, he picked up the hairpin and examined it carefully.

The material of the hairpin is similar to white jade, the color is white and the texture is very delicate.

It should be an old hairpin from a very long time ago.

Jade nourishes people, and people also nourish jade. After being worn for a long time, this hairpin has a luster almost like polished glass.

Moreover, strictly speaking, this white jade hairpin is not a single-stick hairpin. There should be two small and exquisite pendants hanging on one end of the hairpin, made of the same material as the hairpin body.

It can barely be called a step-shaking ornament.

"Longling--Longling--"

While Ouyang Rong was fiddling with the hairpin, the two delicate small pendants collided with each other, producing a special jade collision sound.

Crisp and pleasant, refreshing.

He uttered a soft "Huh" and looked at the materials of the hairpin and the two pendants.

It is rare to see jade with such pure white and delicate material, especially the sound is very special.

The normal sound of jade colliding is "ding-ling", but this one sounds "long-ling".

Ouyang Rong got up and went to the bookshelf, flipping through the books on bronze and stone inscriptions, but could not find any similar material descriptions.

Put it aside for now and put it in your arms.

Ouyang Rong opened the door, called back Ye Weilai, asked her to prepare hot water for a bath, and then turned around to rest.

Silent all night.

The next morning, Ouyang Rong brought the white jade hairpin to the lobby of Jiangzhou and found Yuan Huaimin.

This guy is a slacker. He can do everything except work.

Well, in every sense of the word, rare copies of ancient books, and antiques.

Yuan Huaimin placed the jade hairpin pendant to his ear, shook his hand, and listened attentively.

"Long Ling——"

"Interesting, Brother Lianghan, this is ice-white jade, the sound is correct, the texture is excellent, and it is quite rare. In the pre-Qin period, it was used by nobles... This kind of jade is quite rare in the south. Where did Brother Lianghan get it? Can you sell it to me?"

Yuan Huaimin asked curiously.

Ouyang Rong silently pulled his hand back and said softly:

"My mother's legacy."

"Look, it's been passed down in the family for a long time."

Yuan Huaimin's eyes fell on it, his face reluctant to leave, and he did not forget to tease:
"From this perspective, your mother's family was very wealthy. I don't know how many generations it has been passed down."

Ouyang Rong curled his lips, "Whose ancestors didn't get rich? Brother Huaimin's ancestors were from the Northern Wei royal family, weren't they?"

"Nothing has been passed down. Many things are still passed down orally by the elders in the tribe."

Yuan Huaimin sighed.

Ouyang Rong nodded: "What else do you want to pass on? The throne of the Northern Wei Dynasty?"

After saying this, she put away the hairpin and left, leaving Yuan Huaimin with an embarrassed look on his face.

Don't give him the chance to touch the icy white jade hairpin.

Ouyang Rong carried the ice-white jade hairpin with him for the whole day. As soon as his palm touched the hairpin, he could feel the movement of the pink and blue blessing, so he was not in a hurry.

The next day, in the lobby of Huaiye Lane.

At the breakfast table, Ouyang Rong accompanied Zhen Shuyuan to drink porridge. Halfway through, he put down the bowl, took out the ice-white jade hairpin, and asked curiously:
"Aunt, is this what mother used to wear?"

Zhen Shuyuan paused, stared at the ice-white jade hairpin for a while, her eyes filled with memories, and nodded gently:

"Yes, it's the jade hairpin your mother used to wear... I heard from Sister Zhao that it was handed down from her mother's family. When a legitimate daughter of the Zhao family reaches the age of marriage, the clan will give her a jade hairpin like this, and it will accompany her when she gets married. All legitimate daughters of the Zhao family have it."

"Does my mother's family have any information? Is it some wealthy family that has fallen on hard times?"

"Not really. We are also from Nanlong. Our family background is slightly lower than our Ouyang family, but we are also a family of poetry, literature and etiquette..."

Zhen Shuyuan thought for a moment and said, "Besides, the daughter of the Zhao family is very famous in Nanlong."

"What's the famous method?"

Ouyang Rong looked curious.

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PS: (There will be another chapter at 12 o'clock!)

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