Chapter 413: 170. Inventory of Harvest, Clues to Spiritual Ink

170. Inventory of Harvest, Clues to Spiritual Ink

Huang Xuan finally chose the Daoist School.

She worshipped into the Shangqing Sect of Mount Mao.

Lu Ya accepted a disciple on behalf of his master and prepared to return to the mountain gate in a few days to take her back to the Ancestor Hall of Mount Mao to complete some cumbersome but necessary procedures.

According to Ouyang Rong's understanding, Mount Mao originally had only a few single-line transmissions, and there were few disciples in the Ancestor Hall, but it was ranked as one of the Three Pure Ones in the south. Together with the other two mountains, the disciples shared the same generation, and the Qi-refining resources were not bad.

For a cultivation seed with innocent spiritual eyes like Huang Xuan, they naturally attached great importance to it, and it was said that they would pour all resources into cultivating her.

For this point, Ouyang Rong was relieved, even Xie Lingjiang, who was disappointed and muttered and complained, had to admit this point.

"When is Daoist Lu leaving?"

"In these few days, I need to handle some matters in the Prince's Mansion and explain some things to the Prince and the eldest son."

"Okay, let me know when you leave. I will ask for leave to see you off, and see off Xiao Xuan."

"Okay, Ouyang Young Master has a heart."

"It's Daoist Lu who has worked hard. In retrospect, the Astrological Bureau might look for Xiao Xuan."

"No matter, not to mention whether they can find her, as long as Huang girl enters our mountain gate, I will definitely protect her."

"That's good."

Ouyang Rong nodded, turned his head to look at this newly repaired courtyard outside the city. There were many small courtyards around, similar in scale and style to this courtyard.

This whole piece of architecture had already been moved into by many people, all of whom were worker families from the Xunyang Grotto, similar to Huang Xuan's family.

In a spacious room in the courtyard, Huang Xuan was chatting with her father, Huang Feihong.

Ouyang Rong and Lu Ya stood at the courtyard gate and talked.

Not far outside the courtyard, a carriage was parked, and the coachman was feeding the grass.

It was evening, and on the Xunyang River in the distance, a red sun was slowly falling into the river water with undulating waves.

Ouyang Rong withdrew his gaze.

He had just finished his shift in the evening and specifically ran over to visit Huang Xuan's family.

At this moment, the dilapidated small courtyard in Xingzi Ward had been destroyed and could not be lived in. Ouyang Rong quietly arranged for Huang Feihong to move to this low-rent housing newly repaired by the government.

Miao Si recovered and woke up yesterday. Ouyang Rong went up to the Medical Bureau today to visit Rong Zhen.

This female scribe's injury was not light and she still needed to recuperate for many days.

Speaking of which, seeing her pale little face, Ouyang Rong felt a little embarrassed in his heart. If he had known, he would have been a little lighter.

Ouyang Rong didn't know why he showed mercy, maybe as Rong Zhen said, he and she did have some camaraderie as colleagues in the past.

It could also be that a certain sentence she said when she thought he was harmed made her heart soften.

Anyway, for various reasons, Ouyang Rong didn't kill her, and under the danger of the encirclement of the Yunmeng Yue women, he took the fainted her along.

Seriously speaking, there was no unsolvable knot between Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen.

Cough cough, except for the bodice and so on.

Ouyang Rong had always felt that the motivation for Rong Zhen's unremitting investigation of the Zhu Lingxu case should be the pursuit of truth and the fulfillment of duty, and he didn't dislike her much.

Although she was a bit sticky like a piece of chewing gum...

But Ouyang Rong admired it quite a bit.

However, after visiting several times and asking about her condition, Ouyang Rong gained a small amount of merit points again.

Actually, he didn't care about merit or not, it wasn't the main purpose, mainly to inquire about the latest arrangements of the Astrological Bureau from Rong Zhen... Hmm, continue to be a mole.

Lu Ya glanced at the carriage ready to set off and asked:

"Ouyang Young Master doesn't stay for a meal?"

"No, my aunt is waiting for me to go back for dinner, so I won't stay too long."

"Okay."

"Daoist Lu doesn't return to the Prince's Mansion?"

"Xie girl is there, I won't go back for now, mainly because..."

Ouyang Rong saw Lu Ya stop halfway, turned his head to look at Huang Xuan in the courtyard, and then lowered his voice:

"In these few days, it's better for me to stay by the junior sister's side. I'll stay here tonight."

"Makes sense, Daoist Lu is still cautious. In this way, I am more at ease."

"Eh." Lu Ya shook his head and asked again; "Is Ouyang Young Master sure this place is safe?"

"Hmm, as long as Xiao Xuan is not discovered by the Astrological Bureau, Huang Feihong will be fine. I will take care of it.

"Even if female scribe Rong Zhen re-investigates this matter and finds Huang Feihong, at most let him confess truthfully, just say Xiao Xuan was picked up by a Daoist, and your Three Pure Ones will take good care of her, don't let people snatch her away."

"This is natural."

Lu Ya nodded seriously: "I will explain this to Brother Huang."

"That's good."

"By the way, what about that little ink sprite?"

Lu Ya asked casually.

Ouyang Rong answered calmly:

"She is with junior sister. I don't know if she is in the Prince's Mansion or Jingyi Pavilion now. Miao Si and junior sister are compatible, I didn't manage their affairs much."

"So that's how it is."

Ouyang Rong smiled and glanced at Lu Ya, who was quite concerned about the ink sprite Miao Si.

Unlike Huang Xuan, who inexplicably chose to follow Lu Ya back to the Shangqing Sect.

The little Daoist nun Miao Si, who called herself the female immortal of ink, chose to stay after waking up.

For Lu Ya's kind conditions, she didn't listen much, refused, and hid behind Xie Lingjiang, squinting and vigilantly examining the cow-nosed Daoist.

Sure enough, as Huang Xuan had mentioned, the Confucian-robed little Daoist nun hated cow-nosed Daoists.

And for Miao Si's choice, Lu Ya was also helpless, but couldn't force it.

After all, Ouyang Rong also let Huang Xuan choose freely and didn't intervene.

Lu Ya was embarrassed to speak about Miao Si's matter again.

Being a Daoist, you can't be too double-standard.

On this point, Xie Lingjiang was in a slightly better mood.

You can't have no cultivation seeds left, and this rare little ink sprite who can communicate with literary energy also ran away, leaving none?

Although Miao Si hated cow-nosed Daoists, she didn't have much objection to Huang Xuan's choice, as if she acquiesced.

However, after all, the two were partners who lived together day and night, and facing separation, the big and small were still a bit reluctant.

But unlike Huang Xuan, who was only suspected, Miao Si was already regarded as an accomplice of the Master of Butterfly Loves Flowers by Rong Zhen and others in the conflict courtyard.

So Miao Si could only stay in the Prince's Mansion or by Xie Lingjiang's side to prevent being discovered by outsiders, so she didn't come today.

Seeing that there was nothing else, Ouyang Rong said goodbye to Huang Feihong and his daughter in the room.

A moment later, under Huang Feihong's embarrassed and grateful gaze, he turned and boarded the carriage.

On the way, inside the carriage, Ouyang Rong sat upright with his hands tucked into his sleeves, silent for a moment, turned his head to look at the paralyzed-faced Daoist youth standing at the courtyard gate seeing them off.

"Always probing, it seems the heart is still very concerned about the specific whereabouts of the little ink sprite... Sure enough, there is something hidden from me."

Ouyang Rong's expression was thoughtful.

The light coming in from the carriage window hit his face, flickering, and his muttering was also intermittent.

"This Daoist Lu, it seems he also likes to hide things when he speaks. The suggestion to take Miao Si back to the Jade Pure Sect for treatment earlier seems to have the intention of leaving this little ink sprite to the Three Pure Ones and Three Mountains...

"Hmm, I don't know if he suspects me. Probably not. Looking at it, didn't he accept the matter of Miao Si chewing...

"Maybe in the eyes of this Daoist Lu now, junior sister and I want to keep Miao Si more for the literary energy used for breaking through. This is a good excuse..."

While Ouyang Rong was muttering, the carriage returned to the city, drove into Xunyang Ward, and returned to the residence in Huaiye Alley.

After Ouyang Rong returned home, he first had a meal with his aunt Zhen Shuyuan.

He was asked about his injuries.

Finding that it really didn't affect Ouyang Rong, Zhen Shuyuan let him return to Yinbing Study.

Ouyang Rong returned to the courtyard, passed the open space where clothes were drying, walked past without looking sideways, and ignored a certain purple color.

Returning to the study, the white-haired girl was not there. Ouyang Rong closed the door by himself and scanned the silent room.

At this moment, night had fallen, and the room was a bit dark.

However, Ouyang Rong's eyes adapted to the darkness. He walked to the bookshelf, squatted down, and groped for a hidden bundle from the floor below the bookshelf.

Ouyang Rong brought the bundle back to the desk.

There was light from the distance, slipping in from the window crack, falling on the face of the youth in front of the desk.

It set off the lines of his face, which were a bit firm.

Ouyang Rong opened the bundle calmly and took out several items one after another.

If Rong Zhen, who was recuperating at the Medical Bureau in the distance, were here at this moment, she would definitely be able to recognize the familiar items in the bundle, and might even eat the person in front of the desk alive.

"Xiang Face... interesting."

Ouyang Rong first took out a golden mask, the four-eyed fierce mask, which looked like a fanged evil ghost.

Gold was still a bit heavy, and this golden mask was a bit heavier than his bronze mask.

"I saw Rong Zhen using this to lay the array before. But later, calling Miao Si's true name, the energy was so great, it should also be because of this Xiang Face.

"Forget it, I'll find a way to inquire from Miao Si later."

Ouyang Rong nodded, first put down the Xiang Face and the bronze mask together, set them aside, and his gaze fell on the sword case.

At this moment, the snow-white long sword Zhishuang had already been returned to the Great Lady Candle in the Snow.

In the sword case, only the craftsman and a moonlight long sword remained.

The moonlight long sword had been warming for a long time. Once drawn, the moonlight sword energy should be able to blind people within dozens of feet, which could be considered a backup move.

However, the Xuanhuang Earth Dragon's whiskers were consumed when running away, and it wasn't obtained, which was a pity.

But the mention of the five great strange insects of ancient times and the Xuanhuang Earth Dragon from Lian Qing and Yan Zhang made him curious.

Ouyang Rong put down the sword case and picked up a Mo Jiao pill, sighing lightly.

This time, the situation was turned around without using this pill, which saved another time.

However, the effect of this pill was violent, and Ouyang Rong wasn't sure if his dantian would explode, so he had to be careful and not swallow the pill unless it was a last resort.

This time, it was also thanks to the "Fate Arises, Nature is Empty" craftsman divine ability.

This was his biggest killer move at the moment.

Ouyang Rong closed his eyes and entered the Merit Tower.

【Merit: 811】

Ouyang Rong let out a long breath.

Last time he practiced Shangqing unique skills, he used up merit, and finally it rose a little this time.

By the way, Shangqing unique skills.

Ouyang Rong took out the small booklet and looked thoughtful.

"Ask Miao Si privately another day to see if it's as I thought, is spiritual ink related to her?"

While thinking.

In the courtyard, a familiar sound of footsteps came, it was Ye Weilai.

The white-haired girl outside the door hummed a little tune and tidied up the clothes drying in the open space of the courtyard.

It seemed she didn't know Ouyang Rong was in the room.

"Cough cough."

Ouyang Rong coughed.

Ye Weilai's humming stopped, and a puzzled voice came:

"Why doesn't Tanlang light the lamp."

"Fell asleep just now, it's okay, you come in."

Ouyang Rong put away everything on the table, walked to hide them, and returned to the desk, sitting down again.

A moment later, the room door opened, and Ye Weilai walked in with a pile of clothes.

"Master, this thing..."

She took out a folded piece of cloth from the clean clothes in her arms, walked up, and prepared to speak.

"Put it there, don't give it to me, wrap it up, I will use it tomorrow."

"Yes."

Ye Weilai did as told, but her eyes were a bit strange.

Ouyang Rong stood up, went to bathe, and prepared to rest early tonight. He passed by the table at the door where a certain bundle was placed without looking sideways...

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