The Book of Troubled Times Chapter 85

  Chapter 85 Wind Rises by the Lake

  Zhao Changhe's leisurely life has passed for three days.

  Light up the lamp at night to read and indulge in history learning. I go to learn horsemanship during the day, and when I am tired, I hug the little white rabbit under the willows by the river, hide from the riders far away, and secretly kiss behind the tree.

  Treading Xue Wuzhao and Black Peony were wandering by the tree, looking at the pair... I don't know if they have sparked any sparks, and they secretly went to breed by themselves. In short, the men and women under the tree were so distracted that they had no time to pay attention to what their horses were doing.

  Little White Rabbit was dissatisfied at first that his beloved horse had to be bred, but as long as it was Big Brother Zhao's horse, it seemed to be fine...

   It was meant to be matched, from human to horse.

  Treading Snow Wuzhao is also very honest now, he will be beaten if he jumps wildly, be honest and have a filly to accompany him, even a horse knows how to do it.

What's more, this master is really powerful. In just three days, he has evolved from a novice who can't ride a horse at all to being able to perform difficult movements such as hiding in the stirrups, just like a man who has been begging for a few years on a horse , it doesn't look like a newcomer at all.

  Cui Yuanyang also discovered that as long as it is sports, Brother Zhao learns very quickly. In contrast, every time he goes to the study to read, Brother Zhao's eyes are blurred and he feels drowsy.

   When he talked about watching the history of the era, he was very excited when he talked about it, and his eyes were dizzy when he sat there. After three days, he didn't know how much he had read, but he remembered a few words.

  Well, it's very similar to the time when Yang Yang was forced to recite inner skills before, it's really husband and wife.

  He is right. For a person like him, it is better not to mention the imperial court.

   But Yang Yang became more and more reluctant.

  Actually, Daxia Dragonfinch had already been dealt with the day before yesterday, and Zhao Changhe could leave by then. Learning equestrianism plus studying history is a good reason, so he stayed for another two days. And reading can never be finished, and there are standards for learning equestrianism. The day you learn it means you can leave at any time...

  Cui Yuanyang even felt that Zhao Changhe's relatives were not as devoted as they were two days ago, and he didn't know if it was an illusion...

  Of course it's an illusion. Zhao Changhe doesn't feel the nerve to kiss the little girl's mouth right now. There's no point in kissing the face. His love for Yangyang has always been far greater than his desire, and he doesn't know if it will change when we meet again in the future.

   "Brother Zhao..." The wind blows the willows, and the little girl leans on her lover's shoulder and draws circles, muttering in confusion.

   "Huh?" Zhao Changhe stretched out his hand to tease her chin: "What's the matter?"

   "Tomorrow is Qingming, our whole family will worship the ancestors, and we will also sue the ancestors about the matter of the second uncle and the others before, and beheaded before the spirit."

   "Well, I haven't seen your father in the past two days. It must be very troublesome to follow up. Your second uncle is so powerful, and there are a lot of things to deal with. It's not easy to chat with me that night."

"In front of outsiders, he always needs calm clouds and calm winds." Cui Yuanyang said in a low voice: "I used to think that my father lived a very tiring life. He was ninth in the heaven list and a famous family in the world. No one would look up to him, but I think it is not as good as Zhao Zhao The elder brother walks the rivers and lakes with a knife and a suit, and he is unrestrained and comfortable."

   "That's why the little fool envied the kind of rivers and lakes, and was deceived by bandits."

   "Hmph..." Cui Yuanyang didn't say anything. Fortunately, I met Brother Zhao, and everyone has talked enough in the past two days. What she wanted to say was that because of this, Yangyang didn't want to be a drag bottle, dragging brother Zhao down, and becoming the second Cui Wenjing with a lot of worries.

  In a sense, it was a good thing for Jianghu to think that Zhao Changhe was chased away by the Cui family. He still strode forward without any worries.

   But the little girl didn't say that after all. She said that everyone would worship the ancestors tomorrow, and the meaning was very clear.

  She doesn't want to face the farewell, crying and crying, the sadness of parting in her heart may not subside for a month; Zhao Changhe probably doesn't like to be tired of entanglement, and it is ideal to leave while they are worshiping their ancestors.

   So she offered time, and everyone tacitly agreed.

  Yangyang has always been the most measured.

  April 5th, Qingming.

  It rained a little at night, and it rested in the early morning. At this time, the fog was heavy, the sky was dark, and there was a dawn moon slanting in the sky, looming.

   Zhao Changhe in the guest house caressed the big summer dragonfinch that was smeared like a rusty old knife in his hand: "I got the second knife, don't worry, brother will take you out to kill people."

  The sound of the knife humming, seems to be dissatisfied, but also joyful.

   Zhao Changhe slowly hung it on his back, and looked at himself in the bronze mirror.

The tall man of Ang Zang, who is more than eight feet tall, is carrying a four-foot-long broadsword on his back. The long handle of the knife protrudes obliquely from his shoulders. Looking at it from afar, he has an imposing aura. The more Zhao Changhe looks at this knife, the more satisfied he is , can be awakened by oneself handsome.

The scholar's brocade robe on his body was replaced by a warrior's strong outfit, no longer red and purple, gray-brown and low-key, a dilapidated wine gourd hanging obliquely on his waist, paired with the stubble on his face that has been deliberately unshaved for the past two days, showing a cynical and reckless look Reappear in the mirror.

   "Dang!" A bell rang in the distant hills, it was the Cui family's call for ancestor worship.

  Zhao Changhe turned his head and looked into the distance, the mountains were difficult to see in the mist.

  But he knew that there was a little girl walking on the mountain road, looking back at the direction of the inn here step by step.

  He stared at it for a while, packed his bags, strode out, and stepped onto the snow-covered Wuzhui.

  The steed neighed, and in the early morning mist, the sound of horseshoes stepped out of the quiet street of Qinghe County and went straight to the Changhe outside the county.

  On the hill, Cui Yuanyang had just reached the top, and seemed to feel something, and turned his head to look into the distance.

   The mist gradually cleared, but still no one could be seen, but the willow banks by the river, the dawn wind and the moon were vaguely visible.

  The little girl who never read books without understanding, suddenly a few words handed down from the last era floated in her heart.

   This year, it should be a good time for a good time.

   Even if there are thousands of styles, who can tell them?

  That is a famous sentence that can survive across the ages, just because you read it again, you will know that you are already in the word.

   "Father." She suddenly pulled the corner of Cui Wenjing's clothes in front of her: "After offering sacrifices to the ancestors, Yangyang asks for confinement, please teach me how to clear the river's purple qi."

  Cui Wenjing felt very relieved, stroked his beard and said, "Very good."

  Cui Yuanyang looked at Changhe outside the county again, and whispered to himself: "You must wait for me...after three years, don't forget Yangyang."

  Thousands of miles to the southeast, Gujian Lake.

  There is a bamboo forest by the lake, a thatched hut in the forest, and a tomb beside the hut.

  Han Wubing sat cross-legged quietly by the tomb, with his long sword horizontally placed in front of the stele, opened a pot of warm wine and slowly poured it on the sword, and sometimes took a sip by himself, as if drinking with the sword, and as if some kind of sacrificial offering.

   I don't know how long it has passed, in the mist, the bamboo forest is moving.

  The gourd is exhausted.

  Han Wubing put the empty gourd upright in front of the tombstone, and raised the long sword soaked in wine.

   "Han Wubing, I knew you would come."

  There are crowds of people all around, and I don't know when they are surrounded.

  Han Wubing didn't turn his head back, he still looked at the tomb: "I also knew you would come."

   "Then you still come to die? Worshiping your own life, why bother?"

   "Because I think there is something missing in the worship ceremony, and there is not enough wine."

   "Huh? Missing your bounty? Haha...hahaha..."

   "There is wine but no blood, and the head of the enemy is missing. You came at the right time."

   "Choke!" The dragon roared, the sword aura was cold, and the mist in the bamboo forest was blown away by the fierce murderous intent.

  Zhao Changhe rode his horse halfway, suddenly reined in his horse, and looked up at the sky.

"April, Qingming. In front of Han Wubing's tomb, he realized the sword, and the entrance was five levels. Within a stick of incense, thirty-two enemies in the Sword House were beheaded, and blood sacrifices were made to close friends. Among them, there was one opponent at the same level, and there was no enemy below him. Murderous aura runs through the sky."

   "Change of Qianlong list."

   "Qianlong sixty-six, Han Wubing."

   "If you are free from disease, the enemy will be lifeless."

Zhao Changhe looked at it for a while, then suddenly smiled: "In the past few months, the profiteers who edited books have been unable to keep their mouths shut. I heard people say that the book of troubled times did not change so frequently before. Is this because the storm is approaching and heroes are coming out in large numbers? sign?"

  He touched the horse's head and said with a smile, "Wu Zai, do you feel impatient?"

  Treading Snow and Crow: "..."

  I'm a horse, what are you talking about...

   "Let's go." Zhao Changhe rode his horse and galloped away: "The opponent is waiting for me in front, how can I fall behind!"

  PS: There will be three shifts tonight, it will be late, maybe eleven or twelve o'clock.

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