The swing swings back and forth.

With her eyes closed, the little girl in Confucian attire spread her head and basked in the sun, swaying in the autumn wind with the swing board.

Warm and cool.

Ouyang Rong didn't call him lazy little Mo Jing. He looked around the courtyard, but there was no sign of his junior sister.

He turned and walked towards the main house.

"She is flipping through a book and is not allowed to knock on the door."

"Looking through the book?"

Ouyang Rong turned back curiously and glanced at Miao Si.

The little guy didn't know when he got up. He had already sat up, holding a rope thicker than her waist in both hands, swinging his short legs on the swing, looking at him crookedly, and said in a lazy voice:

"Well, isn't it normal for someone to flip through a book when they have nothing to do?"

Ouyang Rong's eyes were a little suspicious.

"I am still very powerful. If I ask her to read the book, I will let her do it. If she comes alone, who knows how to find the way in the year of the monkey, but she is still quite smart. Maybe she is not too slow without me.

"Hehe, I didn't eat your ink in vain, did I?"

"You can just say that you are planning to be promoted to the sixth rank."

Ouyang Rong shook his head, walked to the stone table in the yard, sat down and waited quietly.

"You're so rude."

Miao Si swung on the swing and looked at him sideways.

Ouyang Rong nodded: "Fairies also curse people, right?"

"Hey, your mouth is quite sweet."

Miaosi lowered his head and twirled his fingers:

"As a scholar, the purpose of reading and practicing is not just to break a situation, to use force to suppress others, to use strength to bully the weak.

"When you read a book, you are not only looking for the road to promotion, but also for the growth of your state of mind, looking for a brand new scenery..."

Under the rare bright sunshine in autumn, the little girl in Confucian attire talked eloquently:

“From a scholar to a book translator, a word makes a huge difference. Many scholars in the world cannot reach this step from black hair to gray hair.

"And from a book reader to a sage, there is a world of difference.

“The renewal of one’s state of mind must keep pace with the growth of one’s cultivation.

"Unlike other sects, Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism all attach great importance to this point.

"Throughout the ages, among the three sects, those who can achieve great realms are all those with an extraordinary state of mind. Therefore, these three sects are the most prominent sects in the world. They can enter the world and enter the dynasty, and be tainted with power by exception.

"Especially Confucianism.

"Seven hundred years ago, during a certain dynasty, there was even an unprecedented event where all the saints came to the dynasty, tsk tsk."

"All the saints are coming to court?"

"They are the saints and sages throughout the dynasty."

"What happened next?"

"I have learned a huge lesson. The vitality of the Confucian sect has been severely damaged. Otherwise, there would be nothing going on with the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism."

"Is this still happening? I've learned a lesson."

Ouyang Rong, who was sitting upright with long sleeves on the stone bench, nodded thoughtfully. Without asking any further questions, he raised his head and glanced at the sky:

"How long will it take for my junior sister to turn over the book this time? Will she be able to break through the situation when it's over?"

"I don't know. It's rare to get into the state of turning over a book. If the mirror is broken, it will happen three or four times at most, or twice at least. It depends on her luck. Today is the first time.

"However, as young as she is, with little talent, she can reach this stage. It is indeed rare for a young girl to be immersed in the realm of reading books."

"That's not true. My wife has made a fool of herself." Ouyang Rong felt a little embarrassed.

"Hey~" The little girl in Confucian attire looked at him sideways.

Ouyang Rong calmly adjusted his cuffs.

"Ouyang Lianghan, you are actually more suitable for being a scholar."

Miao Si suddenly spoke, and she shook her head with a regretful tone:

"If you were in this situation, there would be almost no bottlenecks. With your talent and state of mind, it would be easy to turn over the book. You might even be able to break the record of fastest turning over a book that has lasted for hundreds of years. It's a pity."

"If it's not a pity, a certain little fairy's life will be lost, and everyone will be dead that day."

"It's a little fairy, not a big fairy." She corrected.

"Aren't they all the same?"

"I always feel that when you call me little fairy, you are insulting me."

"No bad words."

"Don't think about Hu Benxian." Miao Si muttered, "You scholars are quite good at cursing people."

"It seems that I get scolded a lot."

"Ghost, he is the smartest, bar none!"

Looking at the little Mo Jing on the swing with his chest puffed out, Ouyang Rong smiled. Are you quite proud?

Miao Si seemed to be in a good mood, humming a little tune and shaking her head. She looked at Ouyang Rong, who was sitting upright, and said leisurely:

"I really didn't realize it. You are also a great swordsman. Your sword is quite handsome. What is your real name?"

"Immortal sword?"

"It's the tripod sword that those qi practitioners talk about, but isn't it the same as the fairy sword in the book? It can fly around. Even the qi practitioners in the world are mortal bodies, but you can fly with a sword.

It’s like a myth, no matter how you fight it, it’s really unfair.”

"Oh, that's how it is."

"What's its name?"

Ouyang Rong didn't answer, his face remained as usual, and he asked instead:

"Also? Have you seen other sword wielders... um sword immortals?"

"Don't forget."

"Can you still forget this?"

"After being awakened by Xiaoxuan, I seemed to have forgotten a lot of things."

"Hmm, I remember a lot of them."

"Nonsense, I'm just in a daze from sleep, not that I've lost my mind."

"No wonder you know so much. It seems you have lived quite a long time."

"Humph, depending on who you compare with, your human race is one of the shortest-lived among the five insects. According to a book I have read, in the ancient mythological era, it was... just..."

Ouyang Rong tried to answer: "Standing like a minion?"

"Absolutely." She waved her little hand: "Anyway, you are being beaten every day. Any alien from Kunlun Nanyuan can arrogantly command you. You are still grateful to Dade for enshrining them as gods and immortals. I am an immortal.

If I had caught up to that time, I would have been as tall as a great female fairy. It's a pity that the myth has disappeared now."

Ouyang Rong smiled: "You know quite a lot."

"No, this fairy is the female fairy of Mo!"

"How long have you lived?"

"I forgot, it's been a long time, and I just sleep a lot..."

"Then why are you so low-minded and yet you are still being restrained by Si Tianjian Qi Trainer?"

"Well, it's a long story."

"Then let's make a long story short."

"snort."

The little girl in Confucian attire stood up, leaned on the rope of the swing, crossed her arms over her chest, and turned away her little head:

"I am not very good at fighting. Although I am quite good at running away, when I woke up this time, my body's ink ingots were worn out too much and became a little weaker. I need to eat more ink to replenish it and restore my former immortal power.

"Oh, it's true that a dragon lives in shallow water and is teased by shrimps, and a tiger falls down and is bullied by dogs."

Seeing the little man on the swing sighing in an old-fashioned way.

Ouyang Rong thought for a while and Wenxin corrected him:

"You don't know how to fight, and you still have some immortal power. You can't let the tiger fall in peace. At most, you are more harmless to humans and animals."

"You are harmless to humans and animals, and your whole family is harmless to humans and animals!"
To be continued...