[Merit: 2,000 and 61]

Above the small wooden fish, there is a line of blue-gold font levitation, showing a number.

"Merit is enough, can I exchange it......"

Standing in the wide merit tower standing in the clouds, Ouyang Rong paced with his back hand and walked around.

Before coming to Xunyang City, he only had one or two hundred merits left on him.

In the days when he came to Xunyang City to settle down, Ouyang Rong actually didn't earn much merit.

In addition to the time when Qin Xiaoniang brushed the experience package of the little junior sister every day, and some time ago, she helped some colleagues who were suffering in the Jiangzhou lobby.

Over time, more than 800 merits have been accumulated.

The extra 1,000 merits at the moment are still eating the old book of Longcheng County's political achievements.

The construction of the Folding Wing Canal and the new ferry port has gradually been on the right track, and from time to time he has given back some sporadic merit points.

By the way, a few days ago, when Ouyang Rong was taking a nap at noon, he was suddenly woken up by a series of crisp wooden fish sounds in his ears.

At first, he was still confused and confused, but the next day, he received a letter from a certain Diao County Commander who was envious, jealous and hateful, and only then did he know that the people of Longcheng spontaneously erected a monument to him to praise his achievements.

After learning about it, Ouyang Rong was silent for a long time and sighed faintly.

I always feel ashamed of the old folks in Longcheng, and I don't deserve to be so grateful to them.

Inside the merit tower, Ouyang Rong, who had stopped, came back to his senses, glanced at the trembling bronze ancient bell with a steady stream of purple mist mixed with pink above his head, and muttered:

"At the moment, there are only 2,000 merits left, and if they are spent, there will really be no dime left in the short term, and we have to find a new way to increase the merits.

"At present, the most promising thing to accumulate a large amount of merit is to prepare to carry out the excavation of the twin peaks and the construction of the Xunyang Grottoes.

"Especially the former, it can control the floods in Xunyang City, and it will benefit the people of Xingzifang, well, how can you increase some merit, although it is only a ...... incidental to the implementation of this matter"

Ouyang Rong, who entered the Meritorious Pagoda in the form of a heart meson, floated all over, flew to the bronze ancient bell, stretched out his hand to slowly cover the bell body of the purple mist, and calmly said to himself:

"I am a sword wielder, at present, as long as I hide myself, lay out the sword, and use the 'return to the west', I can cut down the qi practitioner who is higher than me.

"If you want to go over the level again, and the cloth sword kills a higher grade, that is, a seventh-grade qi practitioner like Wan Wan, you need to supplement the merit purple mist and injustice.

"Well, first of all, rule out the injustice that is suspected of having sequelae of coma, and it is easy not to use.

"And the merit purple mist that is needed alone, according to past experience, is probably in thousands, which is the 'price' of killing a seventh-grade qi practitioner."

At this moment, the qi practitioners all over the world don't know that in Xunyang City, Jiangzhou, thousands of miles away,

There is a new sword-bearer who is determined to be the sixth and has a good hiding, settling accounts in front of the dimly lit desk, closing his eyes and frowning,

Fragmented thoughts on the price of the head corresponding to their cultivation.

All quantified into a string of fluttering numbers in the eye:

"As for the six-rank qi cultivator, it is calculated according to the speed at which the merit is frantically eroded when killing the Qiu Divine Machine......

"It should be in 10,000 units, of course, Qiu Shenji fell from a high-grade fifth-grade qi practitioner, and it is stronger, so it can't be generalized.

"But it should also take 10,000 merits."

Ouyang Rong twisted his fingers, calculated an account, and suddenly made a bitter face.

Looking at the bronze bell that looked like a vibrating egg at the moment, and the little wooden fish that was slowly growing in merit, he sighed with admiration:

"Now there are more than 2,000 merits, and now we have to consider whether to exchange this kind of good fortune, which doesn't seem to be very serious, if you deduct another 1,000...... It's a poor jingle. ”

Ouyang Rong's whim:

"If you can be promoted from the current ninth-grade sword-bearer to the eighth-rank sword-bearer, and kill the sixth- and seventh-grade qi practitioners, will you be able to save a lot of merit?"

He shook his head again: "However, this is back to the old problem before, where to find the sacrifices required for the ceremony of promoting to the eighth rank, identity is a problem, and there are also occasions that require the ceremony......

"The aura cultivation of this sacrifice can't be too high, it's best if you don't practice qi, it can allow me to chop melons and vegetables, clean and neat.

"Well, although it is a ritual of killing people and setting fire to evil sects and crooked ways in Wan Wan's mouth, will it deduct merit or not, I must not be able to kill good people lightly when I use it, hmm, it would be good if it was sent to the door full of evil......

"But there are so many things in the world that have the best of both worlds."

The more the conditions were talked, the harsher they became, Ouyang Rong rubbed his face, pressed the matter for the time being, and continued to wait for the opportunity.

Dispel thoughts.

Ouyang Rong, who was suspended in front of the bronze bell, lowered his head and looked at the quiet little wooden fish.

"Well, since it's related to Wanwan."

The words fell, and the blue and gold above the small wooden fish suddenly turned into a swimming carp.

Spiral tail swing in the air.

Slammed into the shuddering bronze bell body of the surging peach-colored purple mist.

Bell ——!

The voice of Hong Zhong Da Lu resounded in all directions.

In the lonely merit tower, a certain young figure disappeared.

……

Ouyang Rong suspected that the peach-colored blessing of this thousand merits was highly related to the little junior sister.

I don't know what the surprise was.

Is it another assist in the heavy rain, and the temple to hide from the rain?

Ouyang Rong was a little looking forward to it.

"If I have another chance, I will definitely win this stupid girl." Someone nodded.

However, there are still a few days before Xie Lingjiang returns, and he can't be in a hurry.

He had no choice but to suppress the turbulent heart lake and continue with the life in front of him.

On this day, just after noon, another group of envoys from the Luoyang court arrived at Xunyangdu by big boat.

Yuan Huaimin and other officials in the Jiangzhou hall arrived in a surprising manner, followed Wang Lengran and Ouyang Rong, the two main lieutenants, and rode to the ferry to greet them.

Ouyang Rong, as in the past, rode the "plump and graceful" jujube red horse Dongmei in the greedy and envious gaze of Yuan Huaimin in the rear, and walked in the front of the team.

Wang Lengran surpassed him by one position and walked in front to lead the team.

Ouyang Rong, who had just woken up from a nap, shrugged his eyelids, his face was a little lazy, and he didn't seem to have come back to his senses.

The king ignored him coldly.

Ouyang Rong didn't have the slightest interest in talking to him.

Between the two, the atmosphere was cold.

Shaoqing, came to Xunyang Ferry Wharf, received the Luoyang envoys, greeted politely for a while, everyone turned around, took the messengers, and went to the Xunyang Mansion of the Water Repair Workshop.

Wang Lengran talked to the palace people and was enthusiastic and familiar.

Yuan Huaimin stepped forward and talked to the silent Ouyang Rong, the two chatted with each other, and Yuan Huaimin stretched out his salty pig hand from time to time and touched Dongmei.

The corners of Ouyang Rong's mouth twitched.

Faintly hearing the praise of Wang Lengran from some palace people in front of him, Yuan Huaimin turned his head, blocked his mouth with his hand, and whispered:

"Brother Lianghan, Lord Wang really loves to be in the limelight, he doesn't see a single figure in the Jiangzhou lobby on weekdays, and when the palace people come, he is the first to dress neatly, but instead scolds us for being lazy."

Ouyang Rong nodded, and casually glanced at the back of Wang Da Thorn Shi, who was riding on a tall horse and was very showy.

How about slaughtering this old guy who gets in the way?

Use him as a ritual sacrifice and promote to the eighth rank!

A bold thought popped into his mind.

"Brother Lianghan, what's wrong with you? Seeing it so big, into the sand? ”

"No, it's fine."

Ouyang Rong shook his head, and quietly withdrew his gaze from a certain boastful back in front of him.

Soon, the people of Luoyang Palace were greeted and sent.

Except for Wang Lengran, who had prepared a banquet for the envoy in the evening, the crowd retreated.

Ouyang Rong was not interested in patting the palace people's sycophants, so he returned to the Huaiye Lane mansion when he got to the point.

As soon as he got home, he immediately found an excuse to deal with the sticky care of Zhen and Ye Weilai, returned to drink Bingzhai, and reflexively closed the door of the study.

Ouyang Rong walked to the bookshelf first, took out a stack of books, took out the narrow wooden box that was blocked by this stack of books, and a sandalwood pill box that was quietly placed inside.

Ouyang Rong hugged the two things, returned to the desk and sat down, and placed them on the table.

He crossed his hands, his chin propped up behind the back, and his lowered eyes showed a hint of thought.

It is not impossible to pick Wang Lengran and use him as a sacrifice ceremony.

On the contrary, it is quite appropriate, to remove a scourge.

Moreover, Wang Lengran currently has no aura cultivation, and as for whether there is any Wei Qi practitioner around him to protect him, no clues have been found at present.

Wang Lengran is also a state assassin, I heard that he is still from a well-mixed scholar county in the north, of course, it is not the level of five surnames and seven wangs.

In short, the identity is compliant.

The success rate of the promotion ceremony is not small.

Anyway, Ouyang Rong's conscience is 100% passable.

There's just one problem.

Will it startle the snake, the risk is too great.

Because of the needs of the ceremony, Ouyang Rong had to deploy his sword in public and kill the sacrifices.

Beheaded a Shangzhou assassin in public.

It's a bit too blatant.

When it comes to the face of the imperial court, it will be thoroughly investigated.

Xie Lingjiang once casually warned that he should not underestimate the strength of the imperial court's qi practitioners.

In Ouyang Rong's former memory, in the Shendu Dali Temple, there is a department dedicated to dealing with the incident of qi practitioners, bringing together the world's top investigators, who can be seconded to the Yin and Yang family in the palace to assist.

In the peaceful era, the assassins who dared to kill the imperial court, and the qi practitioners inside and outside the world had to weigh it.

Ouyang Rong raised his eyebrows slightly.

So, do you want to go and fight with them?

Besides, Wang Lengran, as a member of the Wei family, if he was killed, would he anger the Wei family and change to a more difficult one.

For a while, he was in a quandary.

Ouyang Rong looked at the table, the Mo family sword box containing the Ding sword, and the sandalwood box containing the "Mo Jiao" elixir.

Cloth sword slashed Wang Lengran, simple.

Even if he is protected by a qi practitioner, as long as he does not exceed six grades, he will not be able to stop the invincible sword edge of "craftsmanship".

After all, where is the thousand-day anti-thief...... The truth of the anti-sword-wielding man?

But once this old thief died, the stakes were too great.

Even the Empress Wei may personally investigate thoroughly.

Even if Difuzi helped, it would be difficult to suppress this matter.

In addition, there is one thing to consider, slaughtering Wang Lengran in public, Ding Jian always has to show up, right?

Isn't it announced to the whole world that in Xunyang City, there is a Ding Sword and a sword bearer?

In fact, the difficulty in this matter lies in the fact that the ceremony needs to be "watched by all people".

If you can kill people quietly, someone who has often watched social and legal channels since childhood has many ways to destroy the corpse......

Do you want to deal with Wei Shaoxuan's matter, faintly transfer it to Yunmeng Jianze?

After all, such a big pot can only be taken by this kind of hidden world sect that has stood for thousands of years.

But...... Wouldn't it be good?

There is no grudge, and it is a bit immoral to continue to do this kind of thing that harms others and benefits oneself.

Although the little wooden fish is motionless, there is a high probability that it will not deduct merit, but Ouyang Rong's conscience will condemn himself slightly.

Besides, the old swordsmith originally wanted to hand over the "craftsman" to Yunmeng Jianze with Ah Qing and follow the alliance of the Lotus Tower.

Ouyang Rong's appearance disrupted the plan, which can be regarded as a truncated beard.

Speaking of which, the eldest lady named Candle in the Snow was the one who fell from the sky to the small lonely mountain and caused chaos, which was considered to have indirectly saved his life.

Ouyang Rong frowned slightly.

"To be decided first, you have to plan carefully, don't act recklessly, find a way out first.

"And it's best not to mess with those Yunmeng female cultivators, there are too many pots, what if they get caught? Don't you chase me to the ends of the earth, and cut me with a thousand cuts?

"At present, it seems that as the leader of the world's kendo in the world, Xue Zhongzhu's talent and cultivation are too outrageous, standing still, let me use the sword at will, even if I am exhausted, it may not be enough to touch her skirt......"

Ouyang Rong nodded.

Outside the window next to the table, the night was dark.

Inside, it's pitch black.

Suddenly, a clear blue sword light poured out from the crack in the wooden box.

At the table, the handsome young man stared straight ahead.

An "arc" hovers on the table.

One man and one sword, silent.

……

The next day, the night.

In the main room of Drinking Bingzhai, Ouyang Rong, who was dressed in pure white underwear and seemed to be going to bed, turned his head and glanced at Ye Weilai, who was sleeping peacefully.

He walked over, took out a recently made bamboo umbrella, and opened it.

The umbrella is fiery red, with dry pen and ink, and there is a love sentence that makes his old face slightly red.

Ouyang Rong coughed lightly, went to change into a black and gray regular clothes, and went out with a well-made red paper umbrella.

Tonight is the agreed day for the Xunyang Royal Mansion to gather and discuss.

Ouyang Rong quickly climbed over the wall, evaded the curfew, crossed several squares, and came to the water repair workshop.

On the way, looking at the smoke and night on the Xunyang River and the ships shining like stars, a thought suddenly popped up in his heart.

If you really use "craftsmanship" to take off Wang Lengran's head, is it considered to tell Wei that the Ding Sword has a master, and Wei Shaoxuan has an accident?

In this way, it will be beneficial to Xunyang Palace.

After all, it shattered Wei's illusions of turning the tables.

So far, Wei has not moved, and has not integrated the internal voice, it is very likely that some people still have expectations and fantasies about Wei Shaoxuan and Qiu Shenji's trip to the Ding Sword, waiting for their return.

Ouyang Rong's trick has not been punctured.

Of course, the premise of exposing the "craftsmanship" is still to be investigated by various forces, including Wei's.

This comes back to the question of retreat.

After all, he is in the position of the governor of Jiangzhou, and he can't get out of Xunyang City.

Ouyang Rong frowned puzzled.

But no matter what, it can be regarded as a benefit that can be brought by killing Wang Leng.

Half an hour later, Ouyang Rong rushed to the study in advance.

Not long after, Lixian, Wei Mei, and Lida Lang arrived, except for a certain Qianying.

Ouyang Rong frowned and asked, "Da Lang, what about your sister?" ”

Lida Lang's face was embarrassed:

"The Poetry Society has another elegant gathering tonight, but this time it's in our water workshop, and Ah Mei said she was coming back, but Tan Lang seems to have come a little early tonight, and she hasn't returned yet."

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips and said directly:

"Don't wait for her, let's discuss it first, and when the time comes, you can just convey it to her."

"Okay." Leaving the leisure and leaving the big man laughed.

Wei Mei stiffened his face, slapped the table and panted: "This girl is getting more and more disagreeable, and let Tan Lang wait for a long time, and the concubine will not break her legs when she comes back!" ”

The lady in the long skirt paid attention to Ouyang Rong's face while reprimanding her beloved daughter in her mouth.

Ouyang Rong had no choice but to persuade: "Aunt is not only like this, it is not so serious." ”

Wei Mei immediately handed Ouyang Rong tea: "Bao'er is not sensible, Tan Lang should not be angry." ”

Half an hour later, the routine discussion ended, and everyone's faces dispersed thoughtfully.

Ouyang Rong grabbed the red umbrella, walked out of the study, and didn't immediately climb over the wall to return, he turned his head and called out to Da Lang, and asked:

"Where is the courtyard of the little junior sister?"

Immediately pointed out the way: "Near the back garden in the southeast corner, Tan Lang first walks along the main corridor, then turns left, and walks south......"

As he spoke, he glanced at the delicate red umbrella in his friend's hand:

"What are Tan Lang doing there? Didn't Miss Xie reply to the letter, and it would take two days to rush back? ”

"Ahem, a little personal matter, it's okay, goodbye, Dalang, rest early."

Under the smiling gaze of Da Lang, Ouyang Rong waved his hand quickly, and walked towards Xie Lingjiang's boudoir without looking back......

(End of chapter)