The Book of Troubled Times Chapter 165

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  Sisi was very angry. Her good storytelling was interrupted by someone, and only when the maid who could change her appearance appeared on the stage, the fairy brother was snatched away.

   What is annoying is that I really can't follow, not even the maid who claims to be Zhao Changhe.

  Her disguised maid of the Tang family had already revealed her secrets. The real maids were rescued from the firewood shed. They starved for nothing for two days. If Zhao Changhe hadn't reminded her, she might have died of starvation. The Tang family didn't bother her because she seemed to be helping a little. How could it be possible for such a **** of unknown origin to stand by and listen to Tang Wanzhuang and Zhao Changhe's "business-to-business discussion"?

   Fortunately, Zhao Changhe knows how to be a human being. Instead of just following Tang Wanzhuang, he first taught her Linghu Daoyi, so that she had something to practice and something to do.

This saber intent is really just a little superficial, Sisi practiced and really didn't understand how Zhao Changhe comprehended it, but I have to say, it is very suitable for her, very similar to her way, and it is excellent for her martial arts supplementary benefits.

Sisi suddenly thought, Zhao Changhe's story might be intended to warn her, whether it's the Murong family or Jiumozhi, they all seem to be villains, and it's probably not very meaningful for them to collect hundreds of martial arts. Only the one that suits you is the best, and in the future, don't lurk around stealing things... almost the same meaning.

  Sisi sighed, it was different.

  No matter how smart Zhao Changhe is and how he can analyze and solve the case, he still wants to screw up something.

   But can you explain it to him?

  Sisi was practicing, and subconsciously looked through the door to the head of the bed. Originally, the **** beads were thrown there at random, and they were just taken away. She remembered Zhao Changhe's casual attitude last night, everyone gets treasure together, if you want it, you can take it, if you don't want it, I will keep it, it's the basic rule to let us leave Zhaocuo.

  But that's because this bead is not suitable for everyone, so it can be like this.

  The Tomb of the Sword Emperor is not necessarily, there are some things...everyone wants.

  Even if he is willing to give in, Zhenmusi will not be willing. This is no longer a matter between the two.

  The waterside pavilion made up in the late Tang Dynasty also has no one else.

   Only Baoqin hugged Qin, stood there vigilantly, eyeballed Zhao Changhe, focused on his scar, and pouted again.

  No matter where you look at it, Baoqin feels that the young lady has nothing to do with this one.

Although this man is a little calmer now than when we met in Jianhu City, and he is not so reckless. It may be that the history of solving the case in Yangzhou and Gusu has made him restrained, but the evil spirit on his body is still strong, full of blood, and he is walking. The way he looks always makes people feel that a tiger is rushing.

But the young lady is like water, her light steps are like light clouds floating over, the two walk side by side, the picture has an extreme contrast between movement and stillness, the fierce tiger roars while the mountain wind is gentle, there is a strong tear feel.

   "Please sit down." Tang Wanzhuang gestured with her hand, and the two sat facing each other.

  The dishes on the table were simple, even simpler than Tang Buqi's treats before, but Zhao Changhe felt quite at ease, and he was not polite, and he directly took the bowl to eat, and said in his mouth: "What business do you want to talk about? The Tomb of the Sword Emperor?"

   "That's right, wait for the young master to heal his injury first, there's no rush." ​​Tang Wanzhuang smiled and said, "You've been rushing around, doing one thing and rushing the second, and you really don't have any intention of slowing down and taking a rest?"

   "Yes, aren't you telling stories and drinking tea with the little maid, you invited me to talk about 'business', the business is what you said..."

   "It doesn't necessarily mean going out to do something is a serious business..." Tang Wanzhuang said: "For example, did you think about the bead yesterday?"

"Well, the filth is messy, and all kinds of messy negative auras are gathered together. It's not suitable for me to use. It's more suitable for those who practice this kind of negative emotion skills. But have you shielded these miscellaneous qis and extracted the evil qi and blood separately? Violent method?"

   "Yes, this is the business." Tang Wanzhuang said: "I couldn't think of any ideas yesterday. After thinking about it all night, I still have some ideas."

   Zhao Changhe secretly said that the blind man said that you are not weak, and you probably have a way, and it is true. It is really awesome to be told by a blind man that she is not weak. At least her understanding of martial arts should be beyond Maitreya's level.

He humbly asked for advice: "I came to Gusu mainly because of this evil-nourishing thing. If my blood evil skill is to be improved quickly, these things are indispensable. Since Maitreya handed over this thing, it is true that I don't need it. I'm a little disappointed. What's the chief idea?"

  Tang Wanzhuang said: "Do you remember that I told you that if you are willing to learn to play the piano and draw these things, it will be good for you?"

  Zhao Changhe: "Uh..."

"When you are fighting, you are violent and powerful like a tiger. It is good for fighting, but it is not good for cultivation. At present, your cultivation seems to be invincible. There is no one who is faster than you in the world. In fact, there are hidden dangers in your foundation and it is not solid. And But you are still eager to continue cultivating evil spirits and moving forward... Forgive Wanzhuang to say bluntly, if you continue like this, sooner or later you will be stuck on the threshold of eight or nine times, because you are too lacking in precipitation and accumulation-this accumulation is not only in the exercises, but even It's also reflected in the technique.”

  Zhao Changhe was silent for a moment, and sighed: "Actually, I also faintly know in my heart that I was too anxious and lacked precipitation. But many things were pushed away before, and they came one after another, and I didn't give me time to settle down."

Tang Wanzhuang picked up a cup of lotus seed soup and drank it slowly: "In Jianhu City, you can actually stay for a longer period of time to practice. Han Wubing is your friend, and you should sharpen and promote each other. Why did you go so far? urgent?"

  Zhao Changhe froze for a moment, then scratched his head.

  He even forgot why he left in such a hurry at the beginning, as if he left too late, he should have left...

   Or simply saying that she was hiding from her Tang Wanzhuang and didn't want to see her more?

  Oh, it seems like I got gold leaf for the first time, I don't want to stay in that kind of intricate place?

  I have already forgotten what I was thinking at the time, so I left in a hurry, as if something was biting my butt.

   Maybe it can be said that it is just because of my impetuous mentality that I can't stay in one place.

  Tang Wanzhuang said leisurely: "If Wanzhuang doesn't say anything this time, are you rushing to run after exploring the Tomb of the Sword Emperor?"

  Zhao Changhe could only say: "I forgot what I thought at the time. By the way, didn't you give me a task to go out and do it?"

   It's a shame... Tang Wanzhuang laughed dumbfounded: "So listen to my orders? Then I'll give you a mission this time. No matter what the outcome of the Tomb of the Sword Emperor is, how about staying here for ten more days?"

  Zhao Changhe wondered: "Why are you staying here? How familiar are you? What are you thinking? Shouldn't you and I get rid of the relationship?"

  Tang Wanzhuang sighed helplessly: "Personal reputation, how can it be as important as business affairs... No matter how you think about it, in Wanzhuang's eyes, you are business affairs."

  Zhao Changhe was silent for a moment, then sighed: "So why do you keep me?"

"Learn piano, calligraphy, painting, and poetry with me." Tang Wanzhuang smiled slightly: "Perhaps you don't need to learn poetry and books anymore. You can write it out, and the story is so full that Wanzhuang wants to continue listening...so full It is a pity to show people that they are reckless without knowledge."

  Zhao Changhe was very helpless: "You want me to learn these things to play football? Even if you are really a prince, you don't have to learn these principles. It's useless to learn these things. Did Jiyuan History tell you about Zhao Ji and Li Yu?"

  Tang Wanzhuang said seriously: "Your mind needs to slow down, and these things can slow you down. It's all about concentrating and meditating, cultivating sentiment, and erasing impetuousness."

  Zhao Changhe really didn't want to learn, so he had to say: "You said you had an idea about beads, and this is the end?"

"This is one of the ways. Why can those negative things such as hatred, resentment, hostility, etc. affect your temperament or thoughts? Because your heart is not calm. I want to teach you the meaning of the Tang family. A burst of ripples. At that time, your heart will be guarded, the spiritual platform will be like water, and the moon will shine, and there will be no more demons."

Zhao Changhe's eyes widened: "I secretly learned a little bit of sword intent from you. Your nephew has quarreled with me several times. You really taught me the core meaning of the Tang family? When the time comes, his uncle and uncle will be angry and beat people up." I'm afraid it's you..."

  Tang Wanzhuang interrupted directly: "What about you? Would you like to learn?"

  Zhao Changhe scratched his head: "Do you need to apprentice?"

  Tang Wanzhuang lowered her head, holding a small spoon in her slender hand, stirring and stirring in the lotus seed soup, and said after a while, "If you want, that's the best."

  In the summer afternoon, it is hot and windless, and even the surrounding water pavilions are very hot, with no sense of coolness.

  But when she lowered her head and stirred lightly with bare hands, it was like the coolness of lotus seeds in a bowl oozing out, so there was the coolness and coolness of water lotus blooming in the summer afternoon.

  The heart is quiet.

  PS: There are more at night.

  (end of this chapter)

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