Inside the small courtyard.

"Wei Shaoxuan" raised his hand, habitually held his chin, and finished with a smile.

Everyone nodded with joy,

"Thank you for the gift of the sixth prince!"

Ouyang Rong walked back without looking back, ready to open the sword box.

At this time, Boss Li leaned close to his ear like a dog:

"Sixth son, look, after watching the sword, do we want to go down the mountain first and go to Mr. Qiu, this mountain is dangerous, that Xie Lingjiang and the unknown Yue Nu may come to the door at any time......"

Ouyang Rong touched his chin with his hand, glanced at the unknown Persian merchant in front of him, and said leisurely:

"You taught me how to do things?"

"Slaves don't dare!"

Boss Li lowered his head in fright, and after a while, he cautiously raised his eyes, but found that the face of the sixth prince in front of him had turned cold, and he lowered his eyes to look at him, so frightened that the Persian merchant hurriedly knelt down on one knee.

"Heh, it's a bummer."

Ouyang Rong lightly stretched out his hand and pointed forward:

"You, you, and the guys, roll down the mountain first, wait for us in the old place, so many people follow, it's strange not to be discovered by the Xie girl, like dragging an oil bottle."

"Liu Fu stayed, and together with this son, he waited for his father-in-law in the temple."

Ouyang Rong bent his fingers slightly, knocked on the "Wei" character on his waist, and Zhizhu said:

"There's news from my father-in-law, and he'll be here soon."

Boss Li was stunned for a moment, and looked at the other dozen or so black-clothed swordsmen who were also pointed out, and couldn't help but show a bitter face, and said dejectedly:

"The villain said the wrong thing, and I hope that the sixth son will forgive his sins...... Sixth son, when you say the old place, you mean ......"

Ouyang Rong didn't know any old places, but at this moment in the courtyard, he only had to put his hands behind his back and squint at the groveling Persian merchant.

Sure enough, with a "snap", Boss Li slapped himself in the face and said with a sneer:

"It was the slave who asked the stupid thing, where else could it be besides the house on Luming Street......

Ouyang Rong bowed his head quietly, and the person next to him seemed to be unable to stand the stupid things of stupid people, so he looked away.

Although he didn't know the purpose of the sixth prince's arrangement, Boss Li still hurriedly retreated with a dozen black-clothed swordsmen, and before leaving, he faintly heard that in the courtyard behind him, the sixth prince with a calm face suddenly turned his head, and a word that seemed to be said to Liu Fu came:

"My son just got the news, there is another place nearby, it is suspected that there is also a sword trick, when the father-in-law comes, let's discuss ......"

"Where did the sixth prince say?"

Ouyang Rong glanced at the backs of Boss Li and the others who had left obediently outside the courtyard, and said casually, "Yunmeng." ”

Liu Fu couldn't help but glance in the direction of the Di Gong Gate in the south, and his face suddenly changed: "I see." ”

Away from the wrapper, he looked at someone with a calm face and casually talking nonsense.

During the quiet listening, she forgot that her wrist was still held by him, and instead pondered in her heart the deep meaning of Ouyang Lianghan not having a pot and saying these nonsense extras.

"Seeing is not necessarily believing." Well, not to mention "listening".

Li'er suddenly remembered what he had just said.

There were only three of them left in the courtyard, and it was not surprising that he saw Ouyang Lianghan walking, pretending to open the sword box, turning around with a smile, and inviting someone to "watch the sword".

Even if it's not the first time I've seen it, I can see the "arc" again suddenly appeared in the sky above the small courtyard, and I looked up from the wrapper, and the pink lips and small mouth under the tulle were still slightly open.

Before the Qianzhou and Zhou dynasties, the Ding Sword was only available to the emperor and the royal family, or the people who were put on the stage by the Manifest and Hidden Sects.

Until, after the era of the mad emperor's crazy search for the Ding sword and the sword trick, the end of the Ding struggle between the north and the south, the arrival of the great unification, the loss of many Ding swords, and the fact that there are still few that can still be famous in the world and have an exact belonging, and all of them belong to the top forces.

"Sixth Prince, this is the Xinding Sword?" Liu Fu's tone was a little excited.

"How?"

Ouyang Rong squinted his eyes, and together with the lame old man who had cultivated to the seventh rank on his side, he looked at it against the sun, and the cyclones in the dantian began to disappear one by one, but he asked softly:

"Isn't it a little surprised by its appearance?"

"The old slave is a little surprised." Liu Fu was surprised, "I didn't expect that Lao Lai would be able to watch a newborn sword up close, which is a rare mythical thing in the world." ”

"Then you're going to stand closer?"

"Thank you, Sixth Prince."

"You're welcome." Ouyang Rong said with a smile.

"Sixth Son." Liu Fu reluctantly withdrew his gaze and asked curiously:

"The old slave heard that every Ding sword has a trick Ding Sword Peerless Learning, and the sword bearer is unique, and every time he is promoted to a product, he can master a set.

"Legend has it that some of the Ding Sword Masters are range-based kills, and some are unrivaled single kills.

"I don't know what the mastery of this new Ding Sword is, now that the Ding Sword is new, only the sixth prince should know."

"Actually, I don't know about it at the moment." Ouyang Rong said honestly: "But this son knows that the 'Han Shi' Ding Sword is masterful. ”

"Hanshi? Is it the sword trick that the sixth prince learned? ”

"That's right." Ouyang Rong turned his head, looked at the lonely old man in front of him, and said softly:

"The Han Shi's Ding Sword Peerless Learning, as the name suggests, is like a Han Shi, starting from the end of the micro, first hidden and then revealed, and finally encountering strong winds, swaying upward, turning into Kunpeng.

"At this time, the Han Shi is no longer a Han Shi, but he is still a Han Shi, and when he is covered by this, although the emperor is angry, millions of floating corpses, and thousands of miles of blood, but when the Han Shi is angry, he can bleed five steps, and the world is vegetarian.

"This is, you can kill the emperor at the top, and you can escape from the world at the bottom, and you can be a cold soldier."

Liu Fu seemed to understand whether he understood or not, and nodded in amazement: "Then how does it 'cut up'?" ”

Ouyang Rong nodded: "It's very simple, first cloth the sword, just like ascending to the top, and wait for its momentum to reach the top step by step, within 'five steps', the prince will all bleed and fall on his head." ”

"Cloth sword? How to lay a sword? ”

"Well, like this." Ouyang Rongnu mouthed, and motioned to the top of the two heads, an "arc" that was quietly levitating.

Liu Fu raised his head and frowned: "What do you mean...... Belch. ”

Three feet above his head, Ding Jiansen was cold, as if staring at him coldly.

The lame old man's words suddenly froze.

Stiff head turn.

Ouyang Rong tilted his head to look at him.

The atmosphere in the courtyard fell silent for a moment.

Liu Fu's qi was completely locked by a Ding sword, and he was furious: "Sixth Prince, why!?" ”

It's a pity that no one answered him before the body was separated.

Ouyang Rong took off his mask and read it out leisurely: "Go back." ”

The lame old man's leaping body disintegrated in mid-air at the same height as the eaves, and fell back to the ground one by one.

Liu Fu didn't even have time to twist the neck of the "Sixth Prince" next to him, he jumped up in a hurry, and as a result, he was torn apart in the air, and a clear blue light shot out of his body.

A clear blue "arc" returned to Ouyang Rong's side, without the slightest blood.

The young man who leaned over to avoid the fallen corpse, put his mask into his arms, and nodded at the head of the dead and indignant old man who rolled down on the ground:

"See? This is the wrath of the Hanshi. ”

Ouyang Rong turned his head again and asked calmly, "How many breaths?" ”

Li'er bowed his head, twisted his wrist lightly under his sleeves, and replied accurately: "Fifteen breaths." ”

Ouyang Rong bowed slightly.

From fooling Liu Fu to watch the sword within the 'five steps', to the completion of the craftsman's cloth sword, he completely locked Liu Fu's qi machine...... It took fifteen breaths in total.

This is the time consumed by him, who is still in the ninth grade, to use all his strength to "return to the future" and kill a seventh-rank qi practitioner who is seriously injured and has a broken arm, which is decent.

Further up, how long it will take for a higher-ranking enemy to "deploy the sword", Ouyang Rong still doesn't know.

Because of the type of enemy, the surrounding environment, personal status and other factors have a lot of influence.

It needs to be practiced.

But at present, the nine-rank dantian in his body is full of aura in the state, and he does not support a long-term "cloth sword" of more than fifteen breaths.

Ouyang Rong didn't know the specific effect of the "Transforming Fan Golden Pill" that Xie Lingjiang swallowed for him last time, but he faintly felt that the capacity of his dantian was not outstanding, and the effect of that "Transforming Fan Golden Pill" didn't seem to be so outrageous, and it seemed to be discounted......

And before using the "return to the future", each breath of the sword needs to consume a large amount of aura, and the more you go to the back, the more aura is extracted, not a simple uniform superposition.

Take the killing of Liu Fu just now as an example, this is Ouyang Rong's third actual battle.

The two Qi Replenishing Pills that I had swallowed before filled the body with spiritual energy, there was about one or so pills left.

And the dantian aura in his full state, which could only support the cloth sword of ten breaths, should be able to barely kill an eighth-grade qi practitioner.

The key is that the extra five breaths in the back are supported by a pill of qi tonifying pill that has not yet been digested: while digesting the pill and quickly releasing the aura, while spreading the sword and frantically consuming the aura, in these five breaths, the aura is consumed faster than the previous ten breaths.

In the end, Ouyang Rong still felt that he couldn't make ends meet, and he could have finished laying the sword for twelve or three breaths, but he had to wait for the release of the aura of the qi replenishing pill, and it was delayed until fifteen breaths.

Therefore, there is also a discount for this "fifteen breaths", because if the dantian capacity is enough and the spiritual energy is full, the cloth sword can be faster.

All in all, he is worthy of being a mythical sword bearer, everything is good, it is to urge the Ding Sword, which consumes too much aura!

Someone ignored his own uselessness and threw all the "reflection" he should have to Ding Jian and Juemai.

Fortunately, just in case, a group of people such as Persian merchants were deceived away, otherwise they would have to spare their strength to kill them, and the aura would definitely not be enough.

Ouyang Rong let out a long breath.

Turned around, and together with Libao'er, cleaned up the yard for a while.

At present, his dantian aura is empty again, and after consuming the two qi tonifying pills he swallowed, his injuries have healed fifty or sixty percent, and his movements are unhindered, and the remaining secret injuries are estimated to be recuperating like a thread.

Ouyang Rong rubbed his face and secretly assessed his state at the moment.

He touched the small porcelain bottle in his arms, there was still a qi tonifying pill left in it, ready to be used in a critical moment, after all, this thing is rare, not even the little junior sister, but she has good talent and a lot of aura.

Boom - Boom——!

At this moment, in the southern sky, there was a sudden loud noise, as if an angry tiger roared.

Ouyang Rong and Li'er looked south.

I saw that in the upstream direction of Butterfly Creek, between the mountains, the original blue wolf smoke was replaced by the pitch-black wolf smoke at some point!

Di Gong Gate collapsed!

Ouyang Rong and Li Bao'er glanced at each other, rushed to a lawn with a good view outside the courtyard, and opened their eyes to look.

"Oops!"

Looking from a high place, I saw the green mountains in the upper reaches of the south, visible to the naked eye, the thick "waterline", like a python, twisting through the valleys and the official roads, "coaxing——! The roar of the torrent came slowly.

The surging water caused by the birth of Ding Jian finally crossed the Digong Gate, rushed down from the upstream Yuenu Gorge, and rushed all the way to the downstream Longcheng County with the momentum of Mount Tai.

But just when the people who abandoned their fields and took refuge on the mountain were in despair, this "giant python" torrent, which was incomparable to manpower, suddenly encountered a strange fork when it approached the county seat of Longcheng.

It's a folded wing canal.

I saw that as soon as this overwhelming torrent left the valley, it was quickly diverted by the new canal.

Except for the first wave of castration, the subsequent water was much calmer, filling the new canal, but it did not overflow much.

It's the Folding Wing Canal that is frantically draining!

The original Butterfly Creek channel and the newly built Straight Wing Canal, are working together to quickly divert the devastating floodwaters upstream.

And in Longcheng County, between the two rivers, except for the wharf and other places near the surging river that caused it to be washed away, most of the other buildings were unharmed!

The Great Flood, like a tamed beast, became docile and well-behaved in the eyes of everyone.

Ouyang Rong, who had created all this with his own hands, looked stunned.

The people of Longcheng were on the high ground of Dagu Mountain, and they could also see the scene below clearly.

All the people who took refuge on the mountain did not expect that the newly built wing-folding canal ordered by a young county could really have such a miraculous effect and avoid natural disasters!

In an instant, the boiling cheers all over the mountain came like a sea of mountains, and for a while, it was better than the wind of Wuthering Mountain and reached Ouyang Rong's ears.

Li Bao'er also turned his head, and looked at him with a little complicated eyes.

However, at this moment, there was a louder voice in Ouyang Rong's ears.

It's the crisp sound of a wooden fish that doesn't stop soaring.

Ouyang Rong stared at the scene of the folding wing canal below turning decay into magic, and suddenly felt in his heart:

"Myths are born ...... dust"

He suddenly remembered a sentence that the old craftsman had said before he cast the furnace, which was left together with the real name of the "craftsman" of the new Ding Sword.

Today's scene made Ouyang Rong fall into a kind of contemplation, and he muttered to himself, "What is the real myth?" ”

Although the Ding Sword is a mythical thing, the Folding Wing Canal built by the people of Dragon City is not another kind of "myth"? It can easily defuse the flood caused by the Mythical Ding Sword.

And the Folding Wing Canal was built bit by bit by a group of fleshly mortals!

It is similar to the old swordsmith who was inspired by the humble female spike worker and cast a "mediocre" craftsman!

These days, not only the old swordsmith is casting "myths", but he, Ouyang Lianghan and the people of Longcheng, is not casting "myths".

Ouyang Rong closed his eyes, and inside the merit tower, the blue-gold merit value, measured in hundreds, skyrocketed with every breath, and even made the blessing bell entangle with rich purple qi, and it was difficult to digest this surging merit for a while, which also made his eyes slightly purple outside.

At this moment, there was a clear blue light flickering in front of him, and when he looked closely, it was the "craftsman" who suddenly approached him, as if he was faintly attracted by the purple light in his eyes, and rotated around him, very sticky.

Ouyang Rong was stunned.

At this moment, he has never felt so close to him that "craftsmanship" is so close, just like the unity of human swords, and a certain bond is becoming deeper and deeper.

The first glimpse of the meaning of "craftsmanship".

Ouyang Rong was blessed to his heart, and suddenly blurted out:

"Not only do you suck the aura, but you also like my merit purple mist...... Am I upright? He asked.

In front of him, the "arc" seemed to light up in response.

"Okay, you're a foodie, you've been eyeing it for a long time, right?" He muttered.

Ouyang Rong, who was originally worried about his lack of aura and inability to fully exert his sword, suddenly had a bold idea in his heart......

(End of chapter)