"The little fairy cursed again."

"Bah, bah, bah, I won't bullshit you anymore."

Miao Si's cheeks were bulging, and she stared at him with her arms folded:

"Don't be complacent. Although I don't know how to fight, the followers I had with me in the past are top-notch masters. It's enough that they can fight. They can defeat the enemy with just a few moves. You don't need to bother me to take action?"

"Follower? Like?"

"Don't make excuses. Well, it's just you. In addition to opening your mouth, you also somewhat meet my criteria for choosing a follower. You were pretty cool that day when you recited poems and wielded swords."

Miao Si turned around, facing away from Ouyang Rong, raised her little hand and waved it casually, and a very arrogant voice came:

"Let's do this, Ouyang Lianghan, I'll give you a great chance of good fortune. From now on, I will pay tribute to this fairy aunt a piece of Han Lei ink every day, and I will reluctantly let you follow me. Well, let's go to your house first.

, From now on, you can be my powerful follower, remember, this fairy never accepts unknown people."

"..."

Why does something seem wrong the more I listen to it... Ouyang Rong really wants to ask about the specific definition of the word "follower" in Xiao Mo Jing Xiao Nao Guazi.

Oh, you and the number one in the world together can be regarded as an invincible combination, right? He can also be regarded as your follower.

The corner of Ouyang Rong's mouth twitched, but he didn't try to expose the last stubbornness of the face-loving Mo Jing.

"What do you think? You still don't say anything. You think one Han Lei ink tablet a day is too expensive and you don't like it?"

Before Ouyang Rong could answer, Miao Si's little face showed an embarrassed look:

"Why do I encounter stingy and poor people when I wake up this time, or is it because the market is not good now... Forget it, seeing that you saved my life and treated Xiaoxuan well, then... then...

How about one Hanlei ink stick every three days? Or half a tenth? It can’t go any lower! Just half a tenth. If I’m really hungry, I will go out to look for food and find an unlucky guy to get the ink..."

The little girl in Confucian attire stood with her hands behind her back, her head raised and not looking at him, and she slightly modified the conditions in her mouth.

Ouyang Rong was silent. Seeing that the junior sister was still waiting for a long time, he stood up and walked directly outside the courtyard without waiting for the junior junior sister who was immersed in "turning the book" in the room.

When passing by the swing, Ouyang Rong picked up the little girl's crown in Confucian dress and stuffed it into his sleeve.

"You... Ouyang Lianghan, you are so rude... Uh-huh."

Ouyang Rong looked calm, rolled up Miao Si with his sleeves, and left the junior sister's boudoir together.

"Let's go, take you home. Well, from now on, your followers will be next. Let's go back first and not disturb the little junior sister. I have something to ask you."

"I'm asking for advice!"

"Okay, let me ask Fairy Girl for advice."

"Hmph, tell me, what do you want me to ask you?"

"Don't stick your head out yet, don't let outsiders see..."

"Then don't touch me!"

"I bumped into it accidentally, sorry..."

"You're so rude!"

Soon, Ouyang Rong returned to the carriage with the little Mo Jing who was muttering in his sleeves, and together they returned to the Huaiye Lane mansion.

Returning to the study room of Yinbingzhai, he sent away Ye Weilai and other maids.

Ouyang Rong released his wonderful thoughts.

While the little girl in Confucian attire was standing on the desk looking around, Ouyang Rong walked to the bookshelf to pick up something and asked casually:

"You don't seem to like Taoist priests very much."

"It's not that I don't like it, it's that I hate it."

"Why? Have I offended you?"

"They are ruder than you. They all have stern faces and talkative words. They like to live in the mountains and don't know what's good in the mountains. They are even less interesting than bald donkeys. At least bald donkeys know how to run to the city.

, the temple is also built with style, there are many pilgrims in the downtown area, there are also many fools, and there is a lot of fun, at least it is not boring, unlike the Taoist temple in the mountains, why don't you think it has closed down yet."

Thinking of a certain young man with a paralyzed face and a Taoist robe, Ouyang Rong chuckled and changed the topic:

"I haven't asked yet why Fairy Girl is dressed in such a nondescript manner."

"It's not because I'm here in Xunyang City. I woke up here. The style of writing here is a bit strange, and the chewing is a bit awkward."

"What does literary weirdness have to do with what you are wearing?"

"It's very important. I can't change my clothes just as I want, but I'm very particular about it, huh."

"Then don't wear it."

"You're so nasty."

Miao Si put her little hands behind her back and started pacing back and forth on Ouyang Rong's desk, kicking the corner of the book from time to time and trying to flatten it like an obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Anyway, when Ouyang Rong saw it, he felt that he might have inherited the habit from when he was making ink ingots and was pressed against the corner of the book in the study.

She moaned:

"However, I never expected that after sleeping for so long, such a new world would emerge. The originally chaotic world of Hu and Han would be unified by Sui Gan, and the three sects of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism would begin to merge, especially in Xunyang City.

The collection of sect culture...tsk tsk, so this is what I wear in my incarnation."

"Fortunately, he is wearing a Taoist crown and not a bald donkey."

"You, you are looking for death."

"You know quite a lot about scholars."

"Well, it seems to be three hundred years ago. At that time, I followed a bunch of northern nobles and came south to the south of the Yangtze River. At that time, there was no explanation of Jiangnan. It was not called Jiangnan Road, so why was it called the Land of Wuyue?

It was so poor and remote. Well, on the way, I also met many northern aristocratic families who inherited the Chinese attire. Later, some of them became more arrogant than the emperor.

"But after sleeping for too long, I have forgotten many things and many people. I only have some vague memories."

"You mean to cross south in clothes?"

Without thinking, he scratched his head and suddenly asked:

"By the way, the Xie Lingjiang is from the Xie family of Chen County, right?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"I know that I am worthy of the same lineage. I remember that there was also a talented woman from the Xie family in Chen County. I have seen this before. She may not be as good-looking, but she is more talented. But this girl is a pity..."

"Looking at it this way, have you really had many followers?"

"No, I used to have a little follower who could write a poem in seven steps, which is not much worse than your literary talent that killed a person in one step... Wait, no! This... what is this? This booklet you took out

, what words are written on it, am I right?"

"'Zhen Gao', it's the ultimate secret of the Qing Dynasty. Don't you recognize it, Lady Fairy?"

"Of course I know this fairy, but...how can you have such a cool thing?"

"Can't I have it? I'm a little more eager to learn. I picked up a copy. I'm just doing it when I'm idle. What's wrong with studying? It's not illegal."

"This is not illegal. You...there is something wrong with you!"

"What's wrong? You just have a fixed impression. Didn't they all say that the three sects of this world merged? I also merged and merged. Well, I heard that the most lacking thing in drawing talisman is a kind of spiritual ink that is rare in the world. Fairy Girl knows that this kind of

Where does Lingmo come from?"

Miao Si, who was pacing on the table, suddenly froze. The atmosphere in front of the table was silent for a while, and only a weak voice was heard:

"Um...is it too late to leave now? I really want to thank you girl...can you go back..."

Ouyang Rong remained silent, but the smile on his face became more friendly and kind.

The little Mo Jing, who was arrogant and domineering not long ago, showed a smile that was uglier than crying:

"Master Ouyang, can you...can you change your entourage to follow me?"

The handsome young man who was his little follower carelessly thrust a pamphlet into her hands, which had nowhere to hide. At the same time, he raised his fingertips and touched the little head:

"Master Fairy, please."

"..."
Chapter completed!