Ouyang Rong stared at the silver-white soft wrapped around his fingers and was dazed.

Feeling the girl's steady breath blowing on her thin shirt on her chest, he came back to his senses.

Turning his head and looking at the empty room.

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

Ouyang Rong and Ye Weili specifically closed the window before going to bed.

Late in early winter, the outside is as quiet as water, which makes people feel immersed in their thoughts.

Ouyang Rong felt the little girl's breath make his chest itchy.

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

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

Then as his steps moved, the fixed range covered by the halo slowly moved away from the bed.

During this period, you can see the bed sheets with wet marks and water stains on the bed, wrinkled bellybands and underwear, and a delicate and petite, frosty and beautiful back that is as white as snow.

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

After waiting for his hand, his face was no longer sticky. After awakening, he returned to the table, leaned against the chair, and breathed a long sigh.

In the dark inner room, on the bed, Ye Weilai held the bedding and closed his eyes and lay on his side, with the snow back facing outside the bed.

Suddenly, a faint "moan" sounded.

The girl afraid of the cold seemed to notice that a warm embrace disappeared, and took her little hand in front of her.

unmanned.

She frowned slightly with her closed eyebrows and turned around and touched the bed sheet behind her, and also felt empty.

"Owner……"

Ye Weilai held the quilt to cover her chest, rubbed her sleepy eyes with her little hands, lazily supported her upper body, and said silly towards the desk in the outer room.

"You go to bed first." A sound came from the direction of the desk.

"oh."

The white-haired girl had a shawl with her little face, and responded in a confused manner. She took out a narrow green mandarin duck bellyband from the quilt, acted as a hair rope, and casually tied up her long scattered silver-white hair.

The white haired little head and snow back retracted and hid in the warm bedding.

It seems like I am very tired, maybe I am being tossed and a little drowsy.

Finally returned to being alone.

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

The machine box is opened.

He gently stroked the "craftsman" like he was stroking the girl's snow-back skin.

"Mingzuo" suddenly avoided someone's fingertips, left the sword box, paused in the air for a while, and suddenly flew to the bed in the inner room.

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

"Mingzhu" was flying over the girl's head, spinning and entangling for a while, as if curious about what the sword master was doing just now.

It's a pity that it's still small and doesn't understand at all.

Ouyang Rong coughed, closed his eyes like drowning, sinking into his mind, pulling "Mingzhu" back, and putting it into the box with a tough stance.

This tripod sword seems to have some intelligence. Ouyang Rong guessed that this intelligence is equivalent to the level of a six or seven-year-old child. Ouyang Rong could sometimes vaguely sense the impulse and instincts it came from.

"I know you're bored, just come out and breathe a few times."

Ouyang Rong pressed the "glass iris petal" with his fingers, closed the sword box, and gave a serious preaching look:

"Go back quickly, don't look around, and there are traces of missing. Many people are looking for us and being arrested. You are happy to bring up new unjust species, and I'm in trouble."

The narrow wooden box with the hidden sword closed and jumped "unhappily" on the table, and the desk trembled with "creaking" as if expressing its dissatisfaction with a dog owner.

Ouyang Rong quickly held the edge of the table and pressed it with his big hands.

"Stop making trouble."

His tone is unquestionable.

The narrow sword box sounded a lot and responded, then stopped beating and ignored him.

Ouyang Rong shook his head.

I have been in Xunyang City for almost a month, and I have never let it go, mainly because I can't use the Ding Sword for the time being.

Even his ninth-grade perfect spiritual energy cultivation is not very useful.

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

As the new Chief of the Jiang Zhou, Ouyang Rong must not fight and kill on the surface. Even the young junior sister who likes the most must switch to women's clothing and become the noble and elegant lady of Xie.

"In addition to Yunmeng Jianze, there should be many forces looking for this new tripod sword... Now that I have become a sword-holding person, only my mentor, the junior sister and Li Guer know about it, and they both keep their mouths tight for me."

Ouyang Rong suddenly remembered the words he had put out of the mouth of the Persian merchant named Li Li in Longcheng.

While he was in a coma in Sanhuiyuan, the figures of the female lords in the snow in Yunmeng Jianze appeared in the Donglin Temple of Dagu Shandong and searched for the Dingjian.

From this point of view, the great lady not only knew about the old sword-casting master casting this tripod sword, but also had special means to position the approximate position of the tripod sword.

Otherwise, how could it be so coincidental that he specifically searched the mountain temple where he was unconscious?

But now it seems that he has not found his identity as a sword-holder, nor has he found a "craftsman".

"What means did we sense our direction? Could it be that the noise was too loud when I killed Qiu Shenji?"

Ouyang Rong lowered his head and looked at his palm, with a thoughtful look on his face:

"The little junior sister carefully investigated and said that there was a strange change in my body. As long as I didn't deliberately activate the intense turmoil in my body, there would be no spiritual fluctuations...

"Even if I urged the spiritual energy of the Dantian and poured the 'crafts' into the sword, the junior sister didn't notice it.

"I am like a sharp sword with a sharp edge hidden in the sheath. If most Qi practitioners do not have special means, they will skip my existence in the crowd at a glance and cannot find my spiritual cultivation. They are considered invisible people in a sense.

"Why does it sound like a ghost?

"But the junior sister was happy to say that this is very suitable for a sword-holder who is as crisp as glass. She can hide the sword and kill people suddenly.

"Is this the rhythm of becoming a professional household in the sixth place?"

Ouyang Rong was speechless, sighed, and then couldn't help but whisper in confusion:

"I remember when I climbed out of the underground palace and killed Wei Shaoxuan, Qiu Shenji and the others, it seemed that it was not like this.

"Is it the sequelae caused by overdrawing the 'unevenness', or is it the characteristics of the sword-holding man's vein that begin to emerge?"

Ouyang Rong thought for a while, shook his head a little with a little give up:

"Forget it, no matter what, for the time being, this change is far more beneficial than disadvantages to me.

"It is unknown how to find the great lady of Yunmeng Jianze. It is better to be low-key and be careful and hide yourself."

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

Thinking of this, Ouyang Rong immediately closed his eyes and meditated, checking his dantian.

The feeling of looking inward was magical. I looked at the unchanging capacity of the Dantian. Ouyang Rong left and opened his eyes, and tapped the wooden box with his index finger.

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

"It is known that every level of the Sword Holding Man needs a new sword technique to open. The sword technique is like this level of practice. Therefore, without the skills, you cannot be promoted to the next level, and you will hit a wall of dead ends and fall into a bottleneck.

"The sword-holding man is called the mythical vein, because the sword technique that exists in the world may be less than nine paths, and it is not enough for a sword-holding man to reach the end of this mythical road.

"Just like before the birth of 'crafts', the ceiling of all the sword-holding people in history was always shorter. How desperate is this.

"The birth of 'crafts' now makes up for the missing link, and the upper limit is to improve the first grade.

"But it is very likely that there is still a 'Dao' that has not been transformed into a sword, so I can't get all nine sword techniques... But this is still far away, so I don't have to worry about it for the time being."

Ouyang Rong nodded:

"Now I have mastered and thoroughly digested the "Go to Come and Lai Xi Ci" sword technique left by Tao Yuanming of the "Hanshi Sword Master", so I can reach perfection in this ninth grade without any obstacles and start preparing to be promoted to a new product.

"I have found the next level sword technique. Well, after mastering it halfway, I can only appreciate the general meaning of the old sword-casting master giving it to the 'crafts'."

When he was talking to himself, he stopped tapping the wooden box with his fingers and pursed his lips.

That day, watching the winged canal at the top of the mountain to resolve the flood, and suddenly killed Qiu Shenji. Ouyang Rong realized the true meaning of "craftsmanship" for the first time:

The old sword-casting master has been like a boring sword-casting day for more than ten years. He has humbly learned humble female workers and created myths from the mortal world... This is a craftsman.

A collection of winged canals opened by thousands of civilians with shovels and hoes to turn decay into magic and completely resolve natural disasters and floods... This is a craftsman.

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

Craftsmanship is an ordinary work of craftsmen, but ordinary works can create myths.

When it falls on the sword master, every man can kill all the unfair things in the world with one mouthful of injustice.

Therefore, Ouyang Rong obtained the rough magical power of "craftsmanship" to absorb merits and purple mist and unevenness in his heart.
To be continued...