The teacher is here?
I haven’t seen him in a few years... In this river?
Ouyang Rong had a lot to ask, and he felt like a teacher was visiting his home... No, it must have something to do with his aunt!
Ouyang Rong threw the things in the kitchen to Xiufa and told him to take care of them, and he took the lead back to Sanhuiyuan.
However, halfway through the road, they met several monks on duty, who warmly reminded them that they had just seen Zhen and their mentor Xie Xun going to the Sutra Chanting Hall, and Ouyang Rong and others were preparing to change paths.
"Langjun, Langjun, your clothes, clothes!"
"I know! I'll go back and change clothes, you can go first."
Ouyang Rong looked down. He had just been messing around in the kitchen and asked the monks at Xiangji Kitchen to borrow a set of loose gray monk robes to wear. His original moon-white scribe's robe was not suitable for rolling up his sleeves while working.
The gray monk's robes on his body were dirty, as was his face. It was indeed not suitable to meet the teacher who was always strict and observant of etiquette.
Ouyang Rong did not change his ways and continued to return to Sanhui Courtyard.
When he came to the entrance of the courtyard, he saw that the house was quiet. He pushed the door open and turned directly into the back room. He washed his face with water and wiped it. He picked up the moon-white scribe's robe that he had changed out of and shook it to prepare. After putting it on, there was a sudden thud and a round ball slipped from between the shirt and rolled to the foot of the bed.
Ouyang Rong was not surprised. He put the sweater on the bed temporarily and bent down to pick it up.
This is the luminous pearl relic that he had put in the small pocket on his chest. When he took it out to study last night, he found that this little thing actually shone brightly under the moonlight. He didn't know if he really thought it was a luminous pearl.
Beside the bed in the inner room, Ouyang Rong had just reached for the bead when he suddenly heard subtle footsteps coming from the study room in the outer hall. She said it was her aunt's maid. Without raising her head, she picked up the bead and blew the ashes to see if there was anything there. Knock out a hole.
But the next second, the "maid" who came out of the study behind her spoke:
"What are you doing?"
This voice is like clear frost and cold, falling on the ears, and it is like drinking a sip of rice wine in the morning, a little glutinous and soft in the cold.
"What am I doing?" Isn't this his house? Ouyang Rong wanted to laugh when he heard the questioning female voice.
But when he looked back, he saw a tall and slender man standing at the door of the study, with a fair face and very strong chest muscles, which made Ouyang Rong stunned, because these very strong chest muscles did not match his slender figure at all. Confusing, how did this happen...etc.
This is the daughter's house wearing men's clothing.
After Ouyang Rong saw it clearly, he immediately reacted and secretly thought that he was guilty of mistaking other people's strong capital for breast muscles.
It's just that this girl is holding a scroll in her hand and standing outside the door. The warm afternoon sunlight slants into the room from behind her. From the angle of Ouyang Rong who is bending over the bed, she is a bit dazzling against the light background. It is really hard to see. Taiqing has this fair face.
"What are you looking at? Put your things down." The girl outside the door frowned.
"Why let it go? It's your fault?"
"Not mine." She shook her head.
Ouyang Rong almost thought that the original owner of the bead had come to the door. Now he was relieved after hearing this, and took the Night Pearl relic directly into his arms. He frowned and looked at this unkind girl. At this time, he heard the sound in the yard outside. The familiar footsteps of Yan Liulang came from inside.
A gentleman does not stand in danger. Ouyang Rong looked at her sideways, pretended to nod in greeting, and then quickly walked around the girl and went out, preparing to meet Liu Lang.
But the next breath.
Bang~
A solid muffled sound, mixed with the word "fuck" uttered from someone's mouth, broke the afternoon silence of Sanhuiyuan.
Ouyang Rong fell to the floor outside the door, took a deep breath, turned over and touched the faint footprints on his back, and stared at the girl inside the door.
"Mingtang!"
Seeing a person flying out of the house, Yan Wuxie in the courtyard first reacted, and then he drank violently on the spot, and the burly man rushed into the house with a knife drawn!
"Who is it! If you dare to hurt Mingtang, I, Yan Liulang, will fight with you!"
The next second, there was another "bang", and Yan Wuxie also flew out and fell next to Ouyang Rong.
Ouyang Rong opened his eyes wide, turned to look at the fellow sufferer who also had a footprint on his chest, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
Good guy, why do you feel like you have never defeated anyone since I came here? Ouyang Rong covered his face and was already thinking about changing bodyguards.
Yan Wuxie didn't know that he was on the verge of unemployment. He widened his eyes, pointed at the girl who was slowly walking out of the door and said, "Mingtang, this... this... is not an ordinary person."
Ouyang Rong cursed "nonsense" in his heart. How could an ordinary person fuck two big men without even seeing their legs clearly?
Ouyang Rong didn't see clearly how the long legs of the girl inside the door had just kicked Fei Yan Wu Shi. He only saw the corners of her clean robe being slightly lifted by the wind, and someone flew away.
"Is there an accomplice who is a lookout? Little thief."
The girl hummed softly, stepped out of the door, and stood in front of the two of them handsomely, tapping them with the scroll in her hand.
Ouyang Rong finally saw the appearance of this strange girl clearly at this time. He couldn't help but look at her twice more, and then moved away as if nothing had happened. However, some sentences he had glanced at in the book appeared in his mind: The sky is beautiful, the spirit is beautiful. Yan Shuying is a heavenly being.
However, he was rude and said loudly: "What little thief? This is my house. You are the little thief who broke into a private house."
Xie Lingjiang's smoky eyebrows seemed to be furrowed, but after thinking for a moment, he raised his eyebrows and shook his head.
She had just been flipping through books and waiting for someone in the study when she heard someone hurried in. She thought it was Senior Brother Ouyang, whom she had only heard of but had never met, and whom she had been looking forward to. But as soon as she came out, Xie Lingjiang saw A dirty young monk turned over the senior brother's things beside the bed and found a precious night-light pearl. I didn't expect that the monks of Donglin Temple would do such a thing.
Xie Lingjiang shook his head and said, "Rake it up? It seems like a habitual offender. If it were other pilgrims passing by, they would probably be fooled by you. But I know the owner of this house. This is the place where he recuperates. How could it be your monk's room?" ?Don’t fool me.”
When Ouyang Rong heard the words, he stood up immediately and stopped looking at her. He lowered his head and patted the ashes on his body. But halfway through, he seemed to think it was unnecessary, so he took off the gray monk's clothes and threw it on the ground. He turned to look at the guardian. Yan Wuxie in front of him said: "It's okay, I know who she is, and there's no danger. Hey, who is protecting whom..."
Xie Lingjiang looked at the 'little thief' who looked a bit dumbfounded. She hesitated and said: "What are you talking about? Hurry...Hurry up and hand over the things..." However, the voice became quieter, and there were a few green onions on the scroll. The fingers also clenched tightly, faintly revealing some hesitation.
Ouyang Rong raised his head and said solemnly: "Is there a possibility that I am just the grudge brother? I just... forget it, the sage is right, a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen."
"You..." Xie Lingjiang took a step back.
After saying that, Ouyang Rong passed her directly and went to the back room to change clothes. He also said:
"The first sentence of the fifth line on page 18 of the Buddhist scripture "The Theory of Rebirth" in your hand is: 'Recite the name of the Buddha and be reborn in the Pure Land, and become fearless and achieve Bodhi.' When I read it, I wrote two comments... Hello, little junior sister."
Xie Lingjiang immediately turned to that page, and then his fingertips paused.
It is quite now.
As soon as Ouyang Rong changed into a clean t-shirt and came out, he heard a girl dressed in men's clothes who was embarrassed to stay in the house anymore and stood in the yard looking at the sky suddenly said in a serious tone:
"You are a little different from the rumors and what my father said. They all say that Ouyang Lianghan is a righteous gentleman, with a strong character, upright principles and brand-new correct words."
Ouyang Rong nodded, "You too."
"Father mentioned me? At that time, I was still in Wuyi Lane, Jinling Prefecture, and did not go to study with my father. How am I different? But it made a mistake, and you think I don't have the Zhilan family tradition of the Xie family in Chenjun?"
"That's not true." Ouyang Rong tried his best to control his eyes, looked at her without squinting, and said sternly: "I never thought that my junior sister would be so... approachable with her grace."
Approachable? Xie Lingjiang looked back curiously and wanted to ask more questions, but when his father and Zhen's laughter could be heard outside the courtyard, he gave up.
After a while, the courtyard became lively, and Ouyang Rong finally met his mentor, Xie Xun, who "may be very disappointed in him".
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