The Book of Troubled Times Chapter 385

  Chapter 385 Mountains and Flowing Water

   Now is not the time to counterattack Maitreya.

  First of all, Xiangyang is messed up and not completely stable, and secondly, Tang Wanzhuang's body must be recuperated, otherwise, if something goes wrong during the battle, killing 10,000 Maitreya will not make it up.

   In addition, it is best to wait for Ying Wu to come over to talk in person, and... next month's Yang Jingxiu's birthday, you should go to attend, and do everything well.

   It really is a completely different ecology. I feel that in this environment, whether an individual can fight is really unimportant. No wonder the aristocratic family will always have a feeling of looking at the grass.

  Zhao Changhe shook his head with some headaches, bid farewell to Li Si'an, and went to find Xue Canghai.

  Xue Canghai is leading the Blood God Sect to station in the barracks, guarding Xiangyang soldiers.

  Looking at the red-eyed looks of the Blood God believers, chasing and killing Maitreya's defeated soldiers before was obviously not enjoyable, and it feels like they really want to rush over and kill the Xiangyang soldiers.

After chasing tens of thousands of people, it is unknown how many heads are killed by the knife on average. For the congregants who have not been nourished by the blood demon for a long time, this time it feels that they may really be upgraded to a level and a half...so I want to find experience again Packed, I could see the camp on the side trembling.

   Fortunately, Xue Canghai is not stupid, he knows what Zhao Changhe is thinking, and he insists on restraining these lawless bastards. So they all held up stone pier in the barracks when they had nothing to do, pumping up their energy and blood, in full swing.

  In fact, it may be that the effect of long drought and rain is good. If you really kill too much, you may not have any experience. Xue Canghai himself felt that there was basically no benefit in killing him, and he also recognized Zhao Changhe's explanation of the blood god's meaning even more in his heart.

   Blood Fiend is almost enough. It is not an endless demand. Don't put the cart before the horse.

   What really needs to be used is the evil of the battlefield... Xue Canghai was also greatly touched by Zhao Changhe's knife. He also held the Blood God Saber, imitating the meaning of that knife in the camp, as if he had realized it.

  "Old Xue, Lao Xue." Zhao Changhe opened the tent and entered, quite relieved: "The restraint is good, I thought I would see a group of vicious wolves."

   "Aren't these a pack of hungry wolves now? They're all starving." Xue Canghai was annoyed.

   "It's okay, it's okay, there will be a chance to fight soon."

   "Maitreya has been suppressed, right?" Xue Canghai said: "When the time comes, Tang Wanzhuang will be in charge, there will be a lot of elites from the Tang family, and various groups in the south will gather together, and we will still have our share?"

   "Are we poor in status?" Zhao Changhe smiled and said, "We have decided, let you be the commander-in-chief of Xiangyang soldiers and horses, okay?"

  Xue Canghai: "?"

  You said that I am a copycat leader on Wushan Mountain, how come...

   "That..." Xue Canghai's tone was three points gentle: "My background, um, I haven't learned any art of war, so I'm afraid I'm ashamed..."

   "It's okay, learn slowly." Zhao Changhe said: "Ask another question. There should be brothers who don't want to be soldiers and prefer martial arts and rivers and lakes. Then the Zhenmagic Division will do it. I think Sun Jiaoxi is very suitable."

   Xue Canghai's eyes became circles.

  Is this recruiting?

  But the imperial court doesn't even have an imperial edict, does our move count? Or do you just say it?

   That's right... He seems to be the prince, the only one.

   "I've made it clear, whether you're a soldier or a town magician, the rules have to be changed, and the temperament has to be changed. If it's still the same as before, don't do it if you can't do it, and don't make everyone look bad."

  Xue Canghai hesitated for a while, originally wanted to ask you if he had decided to become emperor, but when he got to the point of speaking, he felt that asking too directly seemed uneducated and did not fit his current status. Then he choked back again, his face turned purple before he uttered a sentence: "What... what are you going to do next?"

  Zhao Changhe looked at the sky: "Learn medicine from others, teach me how to treat her."

  Xue Canghai: "???"

He took Sun Jiaoxi and a few others who were unwilling to fight as big soldiers to the Zhenmagic Division, and under the distrustful eyes of the Zhenmagic Division, he took out a sign and announced in public that Sun Jiaoxi would become the director of Xiangyang Zhenmagic Division. After going through the extremely unreliable court Power was handed over and received in secret, and the demon cult gangsters were turned into policemen. Zhao Changhe slipped back to the prefect's mansion full of guilt and bad debts.

  Anyway, no matter how unreliable it is, there is a master behind it who is endorsing it, so let it be.

   It's nothing more than expediency. Seeing Professor Sun's reluctance, he may not necessarily want to do this job... Anyway, there is no one in law and order, so let's do it first, and then talk about it when it doesn't work.

   Look at this, does the messy Xiangyang suddenly become more normal?

   There is money and food, on the way, almost there.

  The lack of manpower is also available, and the battered army is also led by someone.

   You don't need to put on evening makeup and worry about sitting at your desk, you can study medicine well.

   What this apprentice has done can be said to be filial piety and moved the heavens, and Daxia shed tears when he heard it...

  Zhao Changhe sighed to himself and entered the backyard of the prefect's mansion, and the sound of a piano could be faintly heard inside. He slowed down and listened carefully, frowning slightly.

  This level is so-so, maybe it's because I have been influenced by the book of the way of nature, and my vision is high, and I don't have much time to practice piano for evening makeup, so my level is poor?

  Walking to the back of the courtyard and looking around, Baoqin is playing the piano.

  Zhao Changhe: "..."

   It turned out to be you, so it's okay.

The eyeballs searched around, and saw Tang Wanzhuang lying on the side of the pavilion, resting her forehead with one hand, holding the scroll in the other hand, the rockery behind her was stacked, and the flowing water was gurgling, just like the fairy in the painting. idle reading.

  Zhao Changhe's heart skipped a beat.

  It's really beautiful.

  The temperament is so well controlled, the XP is too poignant, even the sound of holding the piano is moving, the little girl plays really leisurely, it suits the scene, not bad.

   "Hold the piano." Tang Wanzhuang was still reading without raising her eyes, and said leisurely, "Give him the piano."

  "Zheng!"

   "I won't break you~" Tang Wanzhuang elongated her tone, coaxing a child: "If you break it again this time, you can slap him in the face and kill him."

  Zhao Changhe secretly thought that it's a good thing you're talking about bouncy face, I thought…

  Baoqin got up unwillingly, and looked at him vigilantly: "Take it easy!"

  Zhao Changhe said helplessly: "I want to report a lot of things to you."

   "Since you are fully responsible and help me recuperate, I will not listen to this."

   "What should I do if something goes wrong? I have a guilty conscience, and I don't know if it will work."

   "Can it be worse than being occupied by Maitreya before?" Tang Wanzhuang smiled slightly: "Sit down, I want to hear if you have practiced the piano these days."

   "I'm here to study medicine, can I put aside playing the piano?"

  Tang Wanzhuang ignored him, her eyes continued to fall on the book.

  I forgot some things, and I have to hurry up and review a few more pages of medical books, so as not to miss anything, will I tell you?

  Zhao Changhe thought that this sister was calm and confident, not in a hurry, but in awe, he sat down by the piano and pressed the strings and asked, "Which song do you want to listen to?"

   "It's the one you are most familiar with." Tang Wanzhuang said: "You never know a few songs, what are you pretending here..."

Zhao Changhe was very helpless, he really didn't know a few songs, the one he was most familiar with was probably “High Mountain and Flowing Water”, when Tang Wanzhuang taught him how to play the piano, he mainly taught this kind of music, highlighting that the two of them are confidantes and help each other, there is no other meaning smell. Asking him to play again now seems like repeating a warning...

   But the warning at this time is meaningless to the bear.

  Zhao Changhe stretched out his fingers and plucked the strings lightly, and the tune of "High Mountain and Flowing Water" played slightly unfamiliarly on his fingertips.

   Baoqin pouted, Zhencai.

   Peeking at the young lady, the young lady seemed to be still smiling.

   It's over.

   Just as he was sulking, he heard his melody become proficient from being unfamiliar.

  Proficiency is actually limited. The main reason is that a martial arts student like him can do whatever he wants, whether it is **** changes or strength control. It is really easy to learn to do these things, just like learning medicine. But this artistic conception is quite impressive, as if you can really feel the majestic mountains, clear springs flowing, blue sky, clear sky, and a leisurely and open-minded outside world from the sound of his piano, which is fascinating.

  Baoqin has never learned the level of expressing meaning through sound since elementary school. How did he do it?

  Tang Wanzhuang's gaze involuntarily moved away from the pages of the book and landed on his side face.

   and the figure sitting cross-legged by the stream playing the piano in the environment gradually overlap and fit together.

   That's him...always been.

I originally thought that the level of playing the piano was just what I imagined and expected, but unexpectedly, he actually already has such a level... Although he has no practice and his skills are unfamiliar, his artistic conception is broad and lofty, which is his innate aura. Seeing that he didn't know where to observe and comprehend the way of natural mountains and rivers, it has gradually become his own.

  Even the spirit of martial arts is here.

  The mountain is as high as a thousand feet, and it is firm and indomitable. The flow of water is unstoppable.

  Everyone can see different things from nature, which is his intention, so that the sound of high mountains and flowing water becomes galloping, flowing water turns into waterfalls, geese soar into the sky, and people stand on top.

  In the valley below, there are hidden orchids, which are blooming.

   That is the meaning of the ending of the sound of the piano, who is the orchid in the valley looking at from afar?

  The sound of the piano gradually stopped, the eyes of holding the piano changed, and Tang Wanzhuang's eyes also became scorching. Neither of them expected that after a long time no see, his demeanor has become so, how can he still look like the bear in memory?

  The high mountains and flowing waters are now bosom friends.

  Zhao Changhe turned his head to look at Tang Wanzhuang, and smiled softly: "At first, I wanted to play more slowly, but unconsciously, I became excited again... It doesn't feel very suitable for your state, let Baoqin do it."

  Tang Wanzhuang blurted out: "If you don't listen to her, I'm tired of listening to it. I want to listen to you."

   Baoqin opened his mouth and closed it again.

  Zhao Changhe stood up, walked to her side and sat down: "Don't make trouble, it's important to study medicine."

"Okay." Tang Wanzhuang shoved the Chinese medicine book into his hand with some arrogance: "This is the first volume of "Shen Nong's Materia Medica". Once again, I will test you later."

  Zhao Changhe flipped through the thick medicine scriptures with a green face, and the memory of the dead college entrance examination was attacking his heart repeatedly. How long has it been since he read books? It seems that this is only the first part, there are many more, right?

  People want to hide away when they are in trouble, Zhao Changhe's heart suddenly moved, and he had a sudden idea - what would happen if the pattern on this medicine scripture was connected with the second page of the heavenly book?

   If the second page is nature's way, are herbs relevant? Can there be a clearer analysis of medicinal materials, just like the analysis of martial arts with slow frame rate?

  By extension, if Xuanwu's "Mountain and River Map" is also thrown in, what will happen?

  (end of this chapter)

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