Chapter 494: 353. Xiuniang

353. Xiuniang's Dual Cultivation Bundle

Zhao Qingxiu was somewhat green and unfamiliar.

When she first comforted Ouyang Rong and sought the initiative, Ouyang Rong had originally thought Xiuniang would have some special tricks, such as the exclusive secret arts of the Yue women of the Yunmeng Yunmeng Yunmeng Jian Ze.

After all, it was the Yunmeng Yunmeng Yunmeng Jian Ze, which was most skilled in sword paths and sword techniques.

As the saying goes.

A sixteen-year-old girl's body is like crisp pastry, with a precious sword hanging at her waist to slay the common man.

Although you don't see heads fall, in the dark, she teaches you to wither to the bone marrow.

Moreover, a woman's slender waist is also a sword; perhaps the high and mighty Yunmeng Yue women were even more formidable, and on a certain level, could slay all the common men under the mountain.

Therefore, when Xiuniang coaxed him to be obedient with a voice as gentle as water and let her take charge.

Ouyang Rong stood up in awe and felt awe-struck.

Even though he possessed the soul of a past life and was very proficient in postgraduate studies, having browsed through many learning materials.

He still didn't dare to underestimate the ancients of this era and was waiting in battle array with a heart of reverence.

The result was... the Yue woman is just this? My sword is also not necessarily blunt.

Ouyang Rong nodded.

However, he could understand Xiuniang.

He figured that last time at the Sanhui Courtyard of Donglin Temple in Dragon City County, when Ouyang Rong was unconscious, Xiuniang was also like this.

Although he didn't know why Xiuniang had to perform the affairs of the Duke of Zhou when he was seriously injured and unconscious, he didn't know if it was because she thought she would never see him again before leaving, and decided to leave something behind, or take something away, as a memento, to bid farewell to her lord.

But clearly, this appearance now was Xiuniang's entire experience.

She was clumsy and temporarily only accustomed to the mode where Tanlang didn't move.

It could be said that in Xiuniang's view, a man shouldn't move at all; he should lie flat and rest well, like a master, and the hard work should be done by her; she would serve him.

What kind of strange first impression of entry was this?

Ouyang Rong decided to correct her properly.

But direct pointing out and command-style cramming education were not the ways of a master teacher.

Subtle guidance was more important, and he even had to make the person being taught feel that she had realized it herself, gained pleasure from it, and based on these just-right positive feedbacks, spontaneously adjusted and integrated everything.

Only in this way could she learn well, and only then would it be a "guaranteed teaching and learning" package; otherwise, how could he be called a master teacher who could produce excellent students?

He couldn't agree more, so Ouyang Rong took action and began a new round of preaching, teaching, and resolving doubts...

In the darkness, Zhao Qingxiu was somewhat muddled and confused.

She didn't know how her posture had changed either.

Originally, her body was leaning forward, with both hands pressed on Tanlang's chest, resting occasionally, her ponytail falling forward and resting on her snow-white shoulders; the whole position was quite strenuous, and a small red face that was hot to the point of dizziness was easily facing Tanlang directly, and she still had to bury her head, "lowering her head to be a person," but clearly she was doing things in a high-profile manner, being watched by Tanlang...

But later on, gradually, it might have been some small reactions from Tanlang, or it might have been some small movements he made to be comfortable, and even occasionally he would support her and pat her, as if it were unintentional... these forced her to change some positions, and gradually it became simple and smooth:

She changed from having both hands pressed on his chest to having both hands placed on his stomach, and then evolved into a more skilled and labor-saving way... Zhao Qingxiu leaned back, moved both hands back, and placed them on his legs, which she found surprisingly convenient, and she was overjoyed.

The tacit understanding between the two thus arose spontaneously during this first round of sparring.

Ouyang Rong lay flat, taking in this scene.

The inner room was pitch black.

Originally, he didn't want to extinguish the lamp; the lamp on the table just now was extinguished by Xiuniang, as Xiuniang was shy.

But Xiuniang didn't know that Ouyang Rong was also a Qi refiner, and his night vision wasn't bad either.

He could see clearly the figure like white snow in the darkness; Xiuniang probably still thought he was blind in the dark and didn't know that her clumsiness had all fallen into Ouyang Rong's eyes.

Moreover, Ouyang Rong, who was hidden very deeply, instead discovered that when Xiuniang was occasionally unable to bear the pain and bit her lip in confusion, there were spiritual energy fluctuations flashing across her body that disappeared in a flash.

Zhu Hong spiritual energy, not deep red.

This represented that Xiuniang's spiritual energy cultivation was Grade 7, and it was close to the Great Perfection of Grade 7.

Because mid-grade Qi refiners had red spiritual energy, and both Grade 7 and Grade 6 were in the category of mid-grade Qi refiners, there were differences according to color variations. Grade 7 initially had light red spiritual energy, while Grade 6 had deep red spiritual energy.

The vermilion spiritual energy in the dantian was a step further than the light red of early Grade 7, so it should be close to the perfection of Grade 7.

Ouyang Rong nodded gently; he wasn't surprised. Xiuniang being able to reach Grade 7 was not low even within the Yunmeng Yunmeng Yunmeng Jian Ze.

While preaching and teaching, he also had to divert his attention to control his own spiritual energy fluctuations so as not to be discovered by Xiuniang; it was also a technical job... wait, Xiuniang seemed unable to see, but the two of them were now treating each other with sincerity, at a negative distance; perhaps she could feel it through some touches.

However, although he inadvertently revealed his spiritual energy, Ouyang Rong felt that Xiuniang being able to hold on until now was already very impressive, and she should have completely opened up to him without a shred of defense.

Happy moments were certainly addictive and easy to fall into, but Ouyang Rong had to try hard to squeeze out a trace of clear thought. One was to prevent the spiritual energy of the Sword Wielder from leaking and scaring Xiuniang at this time, exposing the identity of the master of Die Lian Hua, which would not be a surprise but a shock; the second was to check the abnormality just now...

A short while later, letting Xiuniang busy herself clumsily, his thoughts turned back to the Merit Tower.

Ouyang Rong closed his eyes at a certain moment and looked inside the Merit Hall.

He saw that in the vast and eternal space within the Merit Tower, both a bronze ancient bell and a small wooden fish had abnormalities.

The bronze ancient bell hung high in mid-air, the bell body trembling slightly, continuously gushing out purple mist; within the purple mist, there were light pink threads.

This was very similar to the "3,000 Merit" peach blossom blessing triggered when he was in contact with Xiuniang in the kitchen last time.

But when Ouyang Rong extended his spiritual sense and touched the Blessing Bell, there was no corresponding blessing that could be redeemed.

The strange trembling and the emergence of purple energy from the Blessing Bell left him somewhat confused.

There was one more point: compared to the trembling of the bell body when triggering blessings in the past, the current vibration frequency of the Blessing Bell was somewhat different; it was sometimes rapid and sometimes gentle, not a unified rhythmic pattern.

And for some reason, Ouyang Rong vaguely felt that this rather irregular rhythm of the bell body's trembling had a trace of familiarity.

After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't figure out the reason.

Ouyang Rong cast his gaze toward a certain round and inconspicuous small wooden fish.

The small wooden fish itself had no abnormalities, but the line of cyan-gold characters above it did.

Merit: 8,358

This line of cyan-gold characters was sometimes illusory and sometimes real, sometimes hidden and sometimes visible, just like flickering in the darkness, constantly reminding Ouyang Rong.

Ouyang Rong was very familiar with the small wooden fish, and he was no stranger to this flickering performance.

In the past, every time the Blessing Bell triggered a new blessing and was ready to be redeemed, as long as the merit value was sufficient, the small wooden fish would give such a signal. Once he touched it, this line of cyan-gold characters would turn into a brilliant swimming carp and rush toward the Blessing Bell; the size and brilliance of the swimming carp depended on the amount of merit value required for the blessing redemption at that time.

Therefore, this kind of flickering, in the past, was a manifestation that something could be redeemed with merit.

But right now, the Blessing Bell clearly hadn't triggered a blessing and was just making an abnormal sound; how was this to be redeemed? And what was it to be redeemed for?

Just as Ouyang Rong was puzzled, a flash of inspiration suddenly struck his mind.

He turned his head abruptly, looked at the Blessing Bell, and focused his attention on its irregular shaking frequency.

After staring for a moment, while also feeling some of the "clumsy frequency" currently happening outside, and comparing the inside and outside, his expression changed slightly.

In the darkness, Ouyang Rong opened his eyes calmly and glanced at the snow-white figure drenched in sweat.

Good heavens, it was actually the same frequency.

Wait, could it be said...

Ouyang Rong closed his eyes again, entered the Merit Tower, and without even looking at the Blessing Bell, he came before the small wooden fish.

After hesitating for a short while, he reached out and touched it.

The light of the line of cyan-gold characters above the small wooden fish shone brightly, and clusters of cyan-gold light began to rush toward the Blessing Bell above; yes, they rushed out in the form of clusters, like bullets flying out.

These cyan-gold light clusters were not large, resembling small carp, and the frequency of their flying out vaguely corresponded to the irregular frequency of the Blessing Bell's clumsy trembling...

Ouyang Rong didn't have time to observe carefully, as his attention had already been attracted by the new changes in the cyan-gold characters.

Merit: 8,358... Merit: 8,357... Merit: 8,356... Merit: 8,355...

Accompanied by the departure of the clusters of cyan-gold light, the numbers represented by the cyan-gold characters gradually decreased. Although it wasn't like the large disappearance of merit after flying out large clusters of light for blessing redemption in the past, this continuous method was still very merit-consuming.

It was like leaking water; if there were no benefits, why would he wastefully deduct merit?

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but frown, but he didn't immediately let go to interrupt; he turned his head, and his gaze fell back on the Blessing Bell.

Every time this small cyan-gold light cluster hit the Blessing Bell, the Blessing Bell would emit a crisp sound, not too loud or too soft, and the purple mist on the bell body would splash out, just like blacksmithing.

And after this observation, Ouyang Rong confirmed his judgment again: the frequency of the crisp sound emitted by this Blessing Bell after being hit by the cyan-gold light cluster indeed corresponded to the trembling frequency of the Blessing Bell itself!

And the trembling frequency of the Blessing Bell, which was responding abnormally right now, was vaguely the same as Xiuniang's effort frequency outside.

Could it be that there was a vague positive correlation between the two? And what was the use of this?

Just as Ouyang Rong was suspicious, he opened his eyes and suddenly discovered that on Xiuniang's delicate body, there was merit purple mist slowly entwining and entering her lower abdomen... that is, her dantian.

This kind of purple mist could generally only be seen by him, which was why it was so clear in the darkness.

Ouyang Rong suddenly realized.

So the Blessing Bell purple mist redeemed by the merit value on the small wooden fish had all entered Xiuniang's body.

This abnormality was triggered by Xiuniang!

Then what was the use of this merit purple mist entering Xiuniang's body?

Ouyang Rong's expression was thoughtful. Since merit purple mist could turn into the spiritual energy of a Daoist's Dao pulse when performing the Supreme Purity secret arts, didn't that mean it could also turn into the spiritual energy of the Yue woman's Dao pulse?

So he was being "harvested and supplemented" by Xiuniang, or in other words, the two of them were dual cultivating?

Good heavens.

Was it a characteristic of the Merit Tower, or some other reason?

Could it be that he could do this with any woman he went to the Witch Mountain with?

Or was it that only Xiuniang was an exception?

Because Ouyang Rong thought of the peach blossom blessing from not long ago; was the blessing playing a role?

Looking at it now, this peach blossom blessing should correspond to this place, but he didn't know if he could only do this to Xiuniang for this kind of effect of injecting merit purple mist into a woman's dantian...

Just as Ouyang Rong was pondering, Xiuniang stopped, panting for breath.

Ouyang Rong discovered that the abnormality of the Merit Tower had disappeared.

The merit purple mist that was originally slowly injecting into Xiuniang's dantian also stopped.

That was also true; this was based on frequency. If the person stopped moving, the merit purple mist would certainly stop being delivered.

In the inner room, on the boudoir couch, Zhao Qingxiu didn't even want to move a single finger.

She just wanted to lie silently in Tanlang's arms, lost in thought.

Her round was over, but Ouyang Rong was still full of righteous energy, standing tall and unyielding, neither spitting nor swallowing.

During that effort just now, he counted that Xiuniang had only consumed a little over two hundred of his merit, and looking at her little appearance, it seemed she hadn't noticed the existence of the merit purple mist at all; at least she hadn't noticed the abnormality. This might be because the injected merit purple mist was too little, or it might be that it was originally a silent and subtle change.

"How is this enough?" Ouyang Rong muttered.

"Ah?" Zhao Qingxiu raised her head in a daze.

Ouyang Rong didn't answer, and without the slightest hesitation, he began the slave's turnaround to become the master.

According to his careful calculation just now, the merit purple mist injected into Xiuniang's body was related to the frequency amplitude and the time consumed. Quantifying it, on average, one breath of time consumed roughly one point of merit.

One breath was approximately equal to three to five seconds in his past life; it was roughly this conversion, so... let's start with a thousand breaths; hmm, let's inject a thousand merit into Xiuniang first!

Anyway, this kind of merit purple mist was definitely a good thing; if it didn't promote cultivation, it was also therapeutic and beneficial, with a hundred benefits and no harm. It was rare that his merit purple mist was so abundant right now, so he had to inject it... referring to the merit purple mist.

Although he might need to use it when going to Donglin Temple at dawn, he had to reserve some, but eight thousand merit was already enough for him to be a little extravagant.

After all, she was his own woman; why be stingy?

Ouyang Rong nodded secretly.

He began his round.

Play card!

In the darkness, Zhao Qingxiu, who was originally completely powerless, suddenly discovered that she was underneath.

"Ah..."

Before she could react, she discovered that Tanlang had already leaned over.

Her face was full of rosy clouds, "Ah, ah..."

Zhao Qingxiu wanted to persuade him to be restrained.

But the feeling that surged up made her unable to use her fingers to write and persuade; her sandalwood mouth could only make sounds passively.

More than half an hour passed.

Repeatedly fighting and repeatedly failing, repeatedly and repeatedly, repeatedly and repeatedly, repeatedly and repeatedly...

Zhao Qingxiu gradually widened her blind, pitch-black eyes; how could Tanlang be so full of vigor, not looking tired at all?

Where was there any appearance of a weak scholar... could it be that men were all like this when doing this?

And what was strange was that it seemed there was a warm current wandering through her four limbs and returning to her dantian; hmm, could this be the normal reaction to this kind of husband-and-wife affair?

In the darkness, Tanlang, who was like a dragon, seemed to carry a kind of magic, making her whole body warm, unable to leave him, vaguely immersed in it, wandering ten thousand miles away...

Zhao Qingxiu was very shy and really wanted to dig a hole to hide in and never see anyone again. ===== CHAPTER 495 =====