early morning.

It rains continuously.

Another rainy day.

Xunyang City is indeed humid and rainy during the rainy season.

In the past, when the twin peaks were not built and the flood discharge capacity was poor, there were still floods that were called the "Water Dragon King" by the people of Xunyang.

Ouyang Rong habitually got up early. After waking up, he was lost in thought for a while before he realized that he didn't need to go to the Giant Buddha construction site today.

Yesterday, after finishing the work of pretending to be dirty and handing over the headless Buddha, Rong Zhen told him not to come today and that he could have a good rest.

Although Ouyang Rong was awake, he closed his eyes.

After lying on the hard wooden bed for a while, I stood up vigorously.

Wash up frequently.

After a while, he twisted a hot towel to wipe his face and opened the door of the bamboo house.

While wiping his face, he looked at the soft rain outside.

The morning wind is a bit cool.

Ouyang Rong's attention was entirely focused on the gray mist accompanying the rain curtain.

The fog is unnoticeable but lingering,

Even the rain can't wash it away.

Ouyang Rong touched the Yun Meng Ling in his sleeve and glanced down.

The green embroidery is still serious and it is difficult to overcome the spiritual energy.

Although Ouyang Rong didn't know what the use was of sending spiritual energy to Yunmeng Ling... Every time he sent spiritual energy there in the past, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, with no news or any feedback.

But that didn't stop him from roughly guessing something.

Yunmeng Ling was restrained.

Before, he was worried about Rong Zhen's side, fearing that they might not be able to handle it, but now it seems that they have prepared more than he expected, which is a bit beyond expectation.

Ouyang Rong put away Yun Meng Ling again.

He walked around the house and found that there was really nothing to do.

The conditions of this bamboo house are simple, but it is not just Ouyang Rong who lives in a simple way. He has been to the old musician and Rong Zhen's yard to have a look, and it is just as simple as him, sleeping on a wooden bed.

Ouyang Rong pulled out a stool from the house, returned to the door of the bamboo house, and placed it on the ground. He lay on it, propped his head on his palms, and looked at the rain outside.

Living in a quiet bamboo forest.

Since taking office in Jiangzhou, Ouyang Rong rarely had such leisure time, whether he was serving as chief historian or governor.

Even during the period when he was demoted to Sima, he was still calculating certain things in his mind and was busy arranging them.

After a while, Ouyang Rong came back to his senses and glanced in the direction of the Giant Buddha in the Grottoes.

Ouyang Rong didn't ask Rong Zhen last night when the completed Buddha body and golden Buddha head would be combined.

Even if I asked her, she wouldn't say anything. Instead, she would look sideways at Ouyang Rong, as if to say, "You are teaching me how to do things."

Ouyang Rong smiled.

He closed his eyes and entered the Tower of Merit.

The merit tower is still the same.

The fortune clock has not moved for a long time and hangs high above the head.

The little wooden fish is like a monk ringing a bell, fishing for business every day, and making a "thump" sound from time to time, which increases a little merit.

Ouyang Rong glanced at the blue-gold font above:

[Merits: four thousand two hundred and thirty-one]

Compared with the last time I looked at it, the merit has increased by more than 300.

But there is a strange thing.

After Ouyang Rong handed over the headless body of the Donglin Giant Buddha yesterday, the expected surge in merit did not come.

A little strange.

You're not going to prostitute him for free, right?

Ouyang Rong thought for a while and decided to wait until the Buddha's head and body were completely integrated.

His will leaves the Tower of Merit.

Anyway, with nothing to do, Ouyang Rong ran to the back room, took out the Burning Sky Dragon Oil that Wang Caozhi had brought before, as well as some auxiliary materials, and started making it.

The morning passed quickly. At a certain moment, Ouyang Rong took a long breath and lay back on the chair. On the desk in front of him, there were three small and exquisite Burning Sky Thunders.

It looks a bit like a grenade, but it is more powerful. Items ignited by the burning dragon oil are like green will-o'-the-wisps. It is difficult to extinguish when exposed to water. I don't know what kind of strange fire it is.

This was something that the junior sister had mentioned before when she was fighting against the Jade Immortal. He had always been a bit taboo about using this thing.

Unexpectedly, Ouyang Rong would still use it today.

He put the three Burning Sky Thunders into his sleeves and shook his head.

"Feng Tianlei? His tone is quite loud..."

Ouyang Rong looked inside again at the aura of his Dantian.

Without the "Lotus Boat Music", Emperor Wen's sword skills were not complete enough and he could not use its mysterious tripod sword magical power, but it did allow him to successfully enter the seventh level.

But it only stopped at the seventh level.

The only improvement is the ability of the sword wielder at the seventh level. Not only is the sword deployment time shortened by one breath, but the recall distance of the tripod sword is also greatly increased.

Moreover, a seventh-level sword wielder can already completely kill a sixth-level Qi practitioner, as long as he is given time to deploy his sword.

Ouyang Rong estimated that it would take about ten breaths to complete.

At this time, there was movement outside the door.

Ouyang Rong turned around and saw that it was Wang Caozhi.

"Brother-in-law."

"Did you go to the construction site this morning?"

"Well, I walked around and found nothing to do. Sister Rong and the others were busy and I was not allowed to go to some places. I walked around and found nothing to do, so I came to see you."

"Don't yell."

Ouyang Rong just corrected him and didn't say much.

Wang Caozhi also took out a bench, sat down next to Ouyang Rong, and accompanied his brother-in-law to look at the misty rain curtain. He couldn't help but said;

"Brother-in-law, what's wrong with us now? Why don't you go over and take a look?"

Ouyang Rong glanced at him.

"It's not a good habit to be nosy."

Wang Caozhi sneered:

"Isn't this the first time I have participated in such a major event that attracts the world's attention? I am a little curious. I am not as wise, powerful and calm as my brother-in-law. Alas, it is really difficult to keep calm. I can only say that I have to learn more and learn from my brother-in-law's Qi-nurturing Kungfu..."

Ouyang Rong interrupted:

"Where is the deputy director of Donglin Temple?"

"They were resting in a house by the bamboo forest. The female historian and Commander Yi refused to allow them to leave, saying they were staying there and waiting for news."

Ouyang Rong nodded and whispered:

"If it's released now, it's really easy for the news to leak."

Wang Cao's thief looked around like a mouse, covered his mouth with his palm, and lowered his voice:

"Brother-in-law, are you really going to start a fight?"

Ouyang Rong didn't answer and suddenly asked:

"When you went to Longcheng this time, did you take Pei Shisanniang to the county government office?"

Wang Caozhi rubbed his hands and said:

"Take it with me. I gave your souvenir to County Magistrate Diao. He knows that Mrs. Pei is yours and welcomes her respectfully..."

Ouyang Rong frowned: "Who are my people?"

Wang Caozhi corrected him seriously: "The people under your command."

Ouyang Rong snorted lightly.

This was what he had asked Pei Sanniang to do after receiving Rong Zhen's letter a few days ago and before leaving Prince Xunyang's Mansion.

She was responsible for the retreat arranged by Ouyang Rong at Longcheng, and the ship for Xunyang Ferry was also prepared by Pei Shisanniang.
To be continued...