Ouyang Rong's eyes stared at the silver-white soft hair wrapped between his fingers in a daze.

Feeling the girl's steady snort blowing on the thin undershirt on his chest, he came back to his senses.

He turned his head to look at the empty room.

The light in the inner room was dim, only on the small table in front of the bed, there was a faint lamp, and the orange light shone on the front of the bed, one large and one small, two pairs of shoes.

Ouyang Rong and Ye Weilai deliberately closed the window before going to bed.

In the middle of the night in early winter, it is as quiet as water outside, and it is easy to immerse oneself in one's mind.

Ouyang Rong felt the little girl's snort tickle his chest.

He scratched, then turned over and got up, bypassed the girl sleeping outside in his arms, picked up a lone lamp in front of the window, wore only a thin snow-white shirt, and silently walked to the desk in the outhouse.

After the lone lamp was picked up by Ouyang Rong, the orange halo briefly illuminated the messy scene in the bed in the back room.

Then, as his footsteps moved, the fixed area of the halo slowly moved away from the bed.

During this period, I can see the faint wet stained sheets on the bed, the crumpled belly pockets and obscene pants, and the delicate and petite and frosty white back of the beautiful back.

Ouyang Rong put the lamp on the desk and washed his face and hands first.

When his hands and face were no longer sticky, and he came to his senses, he returned to the table, leaned back in his chair, and let out a long breath.

In the dark inner room, on the bed, Ye Weilai was lying on her side with her eyes closed while holding the futon, and her back was facing the direction outside the bed.

Suddenly, a faint "boom" sounded.

The girl who was afraid of the cold seemed to notice the disappearance of a warm embrace, and her little hand fished out in front of her.

Uninhabited.

Her closed eyebrows frowned slightly, and she turned around and touched the sheets behind her, which was also empty.

"The host ......"

Ye Weilai hugged the futon to cover her chest, rubbed her sleepy eyes with her little hands, lazily propped up her upper body, and snorted in the direction of the desk in the outhouse.

"You go to sleep first." A voice came from the direction of the desk.

"Oh."

The white-haired girl with a green silk shawl, her little face answered in a daze, and she took out a narrow green mandarin duck belly pocket from the quilt, which served as a hair rope, and tied up a scattered long silver-white hair at will.

The white-haired head and snow back shrank back into the warm futon.

It looks like he's very tired, maybe he's been tossed a lot, and he's a little sleepy.

Finally back to being alone.

Ouyang Rong rubbed his face and first checked the Mo family's sword box.

Trap crates.

He gently stroked the "craftsman" like caressing the skin of a girl's snow-back.

Suddenly, he avoided someone's fingertips, broke away from the sword case, paused in the air for a moment, and suddenly flew to the bed in the back room.

The blue halo faintly illuminated Ye Weilai's silver hair exposed outside the futon.

"Craftsman" was on the top of the girl's head, spinning and winding and flying for a while, as if she was curious about what the sword master was doing.

It's a pity that it's still too young to understand at all.

Ouyang Rong coughed, closed his eyes as if drowning, sank into his heart, pulled the "craftsman" back, and forcibly put it into the box.

This Ding Sword seems to have some spiritual intelligence, Ouyang Rong estimates that this spiritual intelligence is equivalent to the level of a six- or seven-year-old child, and Ouyang Rong can faintly detect the impulses and instincts that come from it sometimes.

"I know you're bored, just come out and take a few breaths."

Ouyang Rong pressed his fingers on this piece of "glazed iris petals", closed the sword box, and preached with a serious face:

"Hurry back, don't look around, you missed a trace. A lot of people are looking for us, and we have been arrested, but you like to mention new injustices, and I am unlucky. ”

The narrow wooden box that closed the hidden sword jumped twice on the tabletop, and the desk trembled with a "creak", as if to express dissatisfaction with the strong reach of a certain dog owner.

Ouyang Rong hurriedly held on to the edge of the table and pressed it with his big hand.

"Stop making a fuss."

His tone was unmistakable.

The narrow sword case rang in response, then stopped beating and ignored him.

Ouyang Rong shook his head.

It's been almost a month since I came to Xunyang City, and I really haven't let it out, mainly because I can't use the Ding Sword for the time being.

Even his nine-rank perfect aura cultivation is not very useful.

As he said to his little junior sister not long ago, Xunyang City, the capital of Jiangzhou, is different from Longcheng County, and he needs to change to a decent way of playing.

Ouyang Rong, as the new governor of Jiangzhou, must not be able to fight and kill on the surface, and even the little junior sister who likes recklessness the most has to switch women's clothes and become a noble and elegant Xie noblewoman.

"In addition to Yunmeng Jianze, there should be many forces looking for this new Ding Sword...... At present, only my teacher, little sister and Libao'er know about the matter of becoming a sword bearer, and they are all tight-lipped for me. ”

Ouyang Rong suddenly remembered the words that came out of the mouth of the Persian merchant named Li Li in Dragon City before.

During his coma in Sanhui Courtyard, Yunmeng Jianze's Snow Candle and other female monarchs haunted the Dagu Donglin Temple and searched Dingjian.

Looking at it this way, the eldest lady not only knew about the old swordsmith casting this tripod sword, but even had special means to locate the approximate location of the tripod sword.

Otherwise, how could it be so coincidental to search the mountain temple where he was unconscious?

It's just that at the moment, it seems that he has not found his identity as a sword-bearer, let alone found a "craftsman".

"What kind of means did you sense our position, could it be that there was too much movement when you killed Qiu Shenji in the first place?"

Ouyang Rong looked down at his palm, with a thoughtful look on his face:

"After careful investigation before, the little junior sister said that there were strange changes in my body, as long as I didn't deliberately urge the aura in my body to be violently turbulent, I wouldn't show aura fluctuations......

"Even when I urged the dantian aura and poured 'craftsmanship' into the sword, the little junior sister didn't notice it.

"The whole person is like a sharp sword hidden in the sheath, if most qi practitioners don't have special means, they will skip my existence in the crowd at a glance, and they can't find my aura cultivation, so they can be regarded as invisible people in a sense.

"Why does it sound like a ghost?

"But the little junior sister said happily that this is very suitable for a sword-wielder who is as brittle as glass, who can hide the cloth sword and kill people.

"Is this the rhythm of becoming a sixth-year-old professional?"

Ouyang Rong was a little speechless, sighed, and immediately couldn't help but murmur in confusion:

"I remember when I climbed out of the dungeon and killed Wei Shaoxuan and Qiu Shenji, it didn't seem like this.

"Could it be the sequelae of overdrafting' 'injustice', or is the characteristics of the sword-wielding person beginning to emerge?"

Ouyang Rong thought for a while, and shook his head with some abandonment:

"Well, anyway, for the time being, this change is far more good than bad for me.

"Yunmeng Jianze's search method for the eldest lady is unknown for the time being, so it's better to be low-key and cautious and hide yourself."

"In addition, the most important thing at the moment is to break through to the eighth grade of cultivation and have more self-protection strength."

Thinking of this, Ouyang Rong suddenly closed his eyes and meditated, and checked the dantian.

The feeling of inward vision is very magical, "looking" at the unchanged dantian capacity, Ouyang Rong broke away from his eyes, and tapped the wooden box with his index finger.

He held his chin with the other hand, his eyes were contemplative, and he summarized step by step:

"At present, it is known that every product of the sword bearer's peerless pulse needs a new sword trick to open, and the sword trick is like the cultivation technique of this product, so without the exercise, it will not be able to promote to the next grade, and it will hit a desperate south wall and fall into a bottleneck.

Therefore, the sword-bearer is called the mythical vein, because the sword technique that exists in the world may not be less than the nine realms, and it is not enough for a sword-bearer to reach the end of this mythical path.

"Just like before the birth of 'craftsmanship', the ceiling of all the sword-wielding people in history was forever shorter, what a despair.

"At present, the birth of 'craftsmanship' has made up for the missing link, and the upper limit is one product.

"But it's very likely that there are still 'Ding' unturned swords, and there is no way to get together the nine sword tricks...... But it's still far away, so I don't have to worry about it for now. ”

Ouyang Rong nodded:

"Right now, I have mastered and thoroughly digested the 'Return to the Words' sword technique left by Tao Yuanming, the 'Hanshi Sword Master', so that I can go to perfection unhindered in this ninth grade and begin to prepare for the promotion of new products.

"And the sword trick of the next product, I have also found it, well, even if I have mastered half of the way, I will appreciate the general meaning of the old swordsmith to give 'craftsmanship'."

At this point, his fingers stopped tapping on the wooden box and pursed his lips.

On that day, on the top of the mountain, he watched the Folding Wing Canal to resolve the flood, and then burst out to kill Qiu Shenji, Ouyang Rong woke up to the true meaning of "craftsmanship" for the first time:

The old swordsmith has been boring for more than ten years, humbly learning from humble female workers, and casting myths from the mortal dust...... It's a craftsman's work.

Gather thousands of people to open up a fork of the wing canal with a shovel and a hoe, turn decay into magic, and completely resolve natural disasters and floods...... It's a craftsman's work.

Ahsan stood up alone, put on a heavy mask, and exchanged one person for tens of millions of people, destroying the sacrificial conspiracy of Liu Zi'an and the Liu family...... This is also a craftsman's workmanship.

Craftsmanship is meant to be the work of ordinary craftsmen, but ordinary works can create myths.

When it falls on the sword master, the puppet can also cut off the injustices in the world with a breath of injustice.

Therefore, Ouyang Rong obtained the rough magic power of "craftsmanship" to absorb merit, purple mist and injustice in his chest.

Especially on the night not long ago, after he answered Liu's mother's questions with a bronze mask on his head, said goodbye to them and left.

At that time, walking on the night road to Tanlangdu, Ouyang Rong suddenly felt that a depressed breath in his chest was completely unblocked, and the true meaning of "craftsmanship" was almost completely digested by him.

At most, we are close to the final step in creating the "Craftsman Sword Technique".

And this kind of demanding achievement of summarizing the sword technique can almost only be achieved by the legendary sword master of every Ding sword.

It was even more difficult for the sword master, who was not a vigorous person.

However, once this remarkable achievement is accomplished, the legendary sword master will be able to use the maximum power of this sword.

Just like Ouyang Rong, although he has mastered the sword technique of "Returning to the Coming Words", he is definitely not as powerful as the legendary sword master Tao Yuanming, who created this sword technique, and he is not able to exert the maximum power of a certain abandoned Ding Sword "Han Shi".

"It stands to reason that as the first sword master, I've comprehended the true meaning to this extent, and it should be almost the same as obtaining the sword technique.

"But why can't I break through to the eighth rank for a long time, is it because I have to complete the last step, the creation of the 'Sword Technique', or is it something else......

Ouyang Rong frowned puzzled.

The secret knowledge about the sword wielder's absolute vein is the top secret of the major hidden sects in the world, and it is not passed on, and even the teacher and the little junior sister do not know the details.

As a wild sword-wielder, he can only gradually summarize and explore by himself.

Ouyang Rong was puzzled, and for most of the next hour, he frequently looked inwardly at the dantian, urged the aura, and looked for problems.

At a certain moment, he glanced at the aura of the ancient well in the dantian, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration:

"Wait, is it the most obvious reason, it's simply that the aura needed to break through the bottleneck is not enough?"

"I remember that when the little junior sister broke the product, she observed my 'qi', obtained the infusion of the aura of the surrounding heaven and earth, and then broke through the bottleneck in one go.

"Do I want to look at 'qi' too...... Not necessarily, this way is hard to come by.

"But no matter what, it will definitely require a large amount of additional spiritual energy to impact the bottleneck and excavate the dantian capacity.

"So where did I get this extra aura......

Ouyang Rong pondered for a long time and began to recall what he had learned about Qi Cultivators in the past.

He locked his eyebrows, suddenly took out a pill box and opened it, and there was a dark green pill lying quietly inside, which was "Mo Jiao".

"Wait." Ouyang Rong shook his head:

"Probably not, the little junior sister said, the qi replenishing pill can only replenish the maximum aura capacity that the dantian has, and it is not used to break the product, and the use of the outer pill to break the product is a crooked evil way, and different Dao veins have different ways to break the product......

"Huh!"

Ouyang Rong suddenly remembered the promotion method of the Jade Maiden and Liu Zi'an.

"I am a sacrificial jade fairy, and I inherited the nine-rank cultivation, and the initial Dao vein is the same as her...... Wouldn't it be possible to learn from their way up the ranks? ”

The more he thought about it, the more it made sense, "But ...... They were promoted by arranging cruel rituals and killing sacrifices in public, absorbing a large amount of aura and spiritual advancement.

And the status of the sacrifice, the cultivation of the bloodline, and the number of surrounding spectators are all important indicators of the effect of the ceremony.

"Am I going to arrange this kind of evil ritual too?"

Ouyang Rong held his forehead, his eyes hesitant, and suddenly felt that this matter was a little nerve-wracking.

He got up and walked, opened the closed window, and stared at the night of the Xunyang River in the distance.

The lone lamp on the desk blew out, and the night wind carried away a whisper:

"Good and decent, where can I find a suitable sacrifice......

……

The next day, Ouyang Rong was on duty as usual.

In the evening, as soon as he returned to the mansion, a beautiful woman in a skirt came forward, took him by the arm, and pulled him into the flower hall where he was smiling.

I saw Xie Lingjiang and a bowl of longevity noodles waiting at the table.

Zhen Shuyuan smiled and said: "Wan Wan came to stay for one night tonight, and Tan Lang will accompany others more." ”

Ouyang Rong and Xie Lingjiang glanced at each other quietly, "Okay." ”

Three watches in the middle of the night.

Drinking Bingzhai, on a certain bed, Ouyang Rong suddenly opened his eyes and looked out the window.

There was a slight movement.

Ouyang Rong got up quickly, changed into black clothes, and left the house lightly;

The couch behind him, the little white-haired head exposed in the bed, slept peacefully.

Not far from the roof, Ouyang Rong and Xie Lingjiang converged, and it was just the agreed signal.

"Big Brother ......"

"Shhhh

"Yes."

The two took advantage of the darkness of night and went to Xunyang Wangfu together......