Chapter 102 What is bad luck (Hundred Chapters Spreading Flowers~)
Tang Wanzhuang let her subordinates chase her, and the trick was carried out perfectly. Her eyes had already fallen in the other direction, to the distant fields by the lake, to another hill opposite to the hill she was standing on at the moment.
Elder You and others did not know where Zhao Changhe was. Her five senses were much stronger and she had already seen him.
Zhao Changhe and Han Wubing were standing on the hill watching the chaotic farce below. They seemed to feel that Tang Wanzhuang did not really mean to hurt Xia Chichi. Zhao Changhe breathed a sigh of relief and looked at it with a strange expression. Han Wubing.
Han Wubing also retracted his gaze and looked at him.
It seems that the foreign affairs are over and it is my turn to do my own business.
The two idiots were in a weird mood. Logically speaking, today was the day for the two to fight, but after a lot of tossing, helping each other and admiring each other, now they have the swords and everything is complete, but no one has the will to fight anymore.
In a real fight, it would just be sparring like Yue Hongling did, how meaningful would it be?
“Do you want to fight again?” Zhao Changhe asked.
“…The fight I arranged for myself must be completed no matter what.” Han Wubing replied.
Zhao Changhe bared his teeth: "Do you know that I have wanted to beat you for a long time?"
“…I know, you tried to chop me at least twice, once in the hut, and once just now.”
Zhao Changhe drew his sword: "Then you give me two chops and forget about it."
Han Wubing drew his sword: "Don't you know that when you do things like this, anyone who watches will want to kill you?"
Very good, the fighting spirit is up.
The swords meet and are about to explode.
Tang Wanzhuang in the distance shook her head slightly: "He is obviously still a big kid...Okay, let's go back."
The maid asked curiously: "Miss, don't you want to see the result of this fight? Han Wubing's cultivation is still higher than that of Zhao Changhe. If he is accidentally injured..."
“It can’t be hurt, it’s just a superficial wound at most, and it deserves to be suffered.”
“If Zhao Changhe wins the battle, will the Book of Troubled Times be released?”
"You can't dodge, if this is called fighting... Then Zhao Changhe and Xia Chichi may have a more intense battle in the future, maybe tonight. Can the Book of Troubled Times dodge?"
The maid's eyes were blurred for a moment, then she suddenly woke up and said: "Miss, you, you, you..."
Tang Wanzhuang stroked his forehead and thought: "It's very inappropriate for him to have such a relationship with the devil's witch. Logically speaking, I should try to destroy it... But if his friendship is really destroyed, it will cause estrangement. This matter is really difficult to deal with..."
The maid glanced at her but hesitated to speak.
Forced destruction will of course create a barrier, but there is actually another way of destroying it. For example, if you **** him away, it will be over. Not only will there be no barrier, but there will also be a negative distance. Miss, you are so strategic, haven't you thought about it?
Of course, Tang Wanzhuang had never thought about it. Who would consider such a thing and involve herself in it... Besides, she wanted Zhao Changhe to be the prince because he didn't want to discuss marriage.
In the end, her strategy was the simplest and crudest-sounding: "Search and capture the demons of the Four Symbols Cult and the Maitreya Cult across the entire territory, and bring peace to Hoan Kiem Lake City!"
Let's drive Xia Chichi away first. At least you can't make a fire today. Think about how to deal with it in the future.
The sun sets in the west.
The government in the city is arresting the demon sect, while two older children are fighting outside the city.
After fighting for more than an hour, they both stopped exhausted and lay on the hill watching the sunset, not wanting to talk.
The Book of Troubled Times did not flash as expected.
A hearty competition is more comfortable for Zhao Changhe than being entangled in identity and emotions. It was originally expected that there should not be all those messy things at the ancient sword lake. It would be great to attend a meeting thousands of miles away, meet with swords, and have a hearty battle... Now most of the mood has been ruined, which is a pity.
At this moment, I can understand why Cui Yuanyong and Yue Hongling admired each other after they had a fight. When you chop with a knife and it is always destructive, but the opponent cleverly resolves it, you can really feel admiration in your heart at that moment.
So you know how to handle it more perfectly next time. Strength is developed through each trial.
"Xiao Han..." Zhao Changhe suddenly said: "Did you hide your killer move just now? I felt like my scalp was numb for a moment."
"That's right." Han Wubing looked at the sky and said, "The victory or defeat is decided for you."
"Bah!" Zhao Changhe wanted to save face, but he knew that he had deliberately suppressed the power of the dragon bird and not abused it. If he did not rely on the power of the divine weapon, he might indeed lose, so he didn't try to save himself and asked: "You have a killer move, why didn't you use it when you were in danger before?"
“Because I learned this trick in the sword room when you were kissing a woman.”
Zhao Changhe: "...women really slow down the speed of Qigong practice."
Han Wubing said: "If there is a need, just settle it at the brothel. A warrior's heart should not be hindered by a place like this."
“What if someone likes you?”
"As long as you clearly refuse, there will be no misfortune. I have no interest in it at all, so why waste my life?" Han Wubing said: "A hero like you shouldn't get involved in male and female affairs. It always makes people feel awkward. Very.”
“Then there is still a difference in the world between you and me.”
"Oh?" Han Wubing said, "Isn't it true that the sword in the heart can eliminate injustice in the world? I think you are about the same..."
Zhao Changhe took out the wine gourd he carried with him, opened it and took a big sip comfortably: "My dream is to run a wine shop in Jianghu with a sword, with a slender waist and light palms. Now I can realize the first half of the sentence, although I use a knife... the second half I also feel that the sentence is not suitable for my appearance. I can’t seem to be able to do it with ease and always feel embarrassed.”
Zhao Changhe suddenly remembered the second half of the original poem.
"In ten years, I felt the dream of Yangzhou, and won the name of the blue tower." The little Han brother is very keen ...
But then again, you are the one who is unlucky in the brothel, and I don’t like to do this kind of thing.
So how do you define a lucky person?
Han Wubing suddenly said: "The excitement is over, it's time for you and me to say goodbye. From now on, no one around you will disturb you when you eat women."
Zhao Changhe asked: "Where do you plan to go?"
Han Wubing said: "Go back to the bottom of the lake."
Zhao Changhe: "?"
“That’s the land of swordsmen, and I plan to learn the sword there.”
"how long?"
“I don’t know the time, but I can sneak back into the city to buy daily necessities, and my life will be fine.”
Zhao Changhe smacked his lips, this was very swordsmanlike, but it was a pity that he might not be able to survive a day like this.
"See you then." Zhao Changhe stood up and hit Han Wubing on the shoulder: "You may be my first friend in the world."
Han Wubing smiled but didn't answer. Not counting his dead friends, Zhao Changhe was actually his only friend in the world.
Zhao Changhe did not hesitate, put the dragon bird on his back, and strode away: "Let's go. I hope to see you next time. You have left the abyss."
Han Wubing looked at his back and secretly thought that this guy actually has some culture.
I don’t know whether his words refer to coming out of the bottom of the lake or the hidden dragon coming out of the abyss.
In fact, everyone still has a lot of things to do. Others don't know about Han Wubing and Jianlu's affairs. In fact, there are some important background connections, and they are also closely related to the previous era. Zhao Changhe is like a gathering of winds and clouds. The things surrounding him are all low-level, including the Cui family, the Four Symbols Sect, and the Demon Suppressing Division.
But as each other's only friends, neither of them mentioned "Do you need my help with anything?" They didn't even ask about the situation, because they both felt that this was something they had to face on their own.
When you solve it, get out of the abyss.
Han Wubing had a strong premonition that if he didn't die next time they met, he would be famous all over the world.
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Back in Jianhu City, Zhao Changhe didn't even go out of the street when he was grabbed by the familiar brothel madam: "Hey, this young man, did you forget someone?"
Facing the strange looks from the streets, Zhao Changhe held his head and walked around the back door.
The bamboo forest is still quiet, and there is no sound of the piano.
Zhao Changhe stepped onto the bamboo building in a familiar way. Tang Wanzhuang was hunched over his desk and wearing clothes. He was writing something. He coughed lightly from time to time. He couldn't see the outstanding strength that had stopped Master Maitreya before. It only made people feel weak but hardworking. .
Zhao Changhe thought of Prime Minister Zhuge for no reason... Although the importance of makeup in the late Tang Dynasty to the empire was definitely not as important as that of Zhuge, the look and feel was somewhat similar.
Zhao Changhe stood at the door and watched for a while, and finally broke the silence: "How come you don't care about the public opinion at all, and you have no taboo at all about associating yourself with the brothel."
Tang Wanzhuang didn't even raise his head: "Outsiders don't know, and those who know will naturally not make unreasonable associations. The brothel is just a place to hide people's eyes. It only needs to be useful."
“Why is it so easy to use? Nothing else is better than this one?”
“Because the brothel welcomes and delivers, there is a lot of information, which is convenient.”
“You also read Chunqiu?”
Tang Wanzhuang finally stopped writing: "What are you doing standing there? Come in and talk."
"I'm here to restore my life, and I'll leave after saying that." Zhao Changhe said: "Although the sword was still taken away by Xia Chichi, the rampage and wounding of people by the divine sword that you were worried about did not happen. Does it count as completing the mission? If so, it does not happen. I'm leaving."
“Do you think this task can directly offset the skills and dragon bird?”
“I know it’s not a one-time deal, and there will be follow-up, but you won’t keep sending me tasks, right? To be honest, if it makes me 996, I won’t do it.”
Tang Wanzhuang didn't know what 996 was, and didn't bother to ask. She just said, "The second task is very simple. You can complete it now, as long as you nod."
Zhao Changhe asked curiously: "What mission?"
“I’ll stay in the brothel tonight, pick up any girl, sleep until dawn and complete the task.”
Zhao Changhe immediately knew what she was thinking, and he was not angry: "Don't force me to talk to you again."
Tang Wanzhuang looked at him steadily. She also knew what would happen if this guy got high at this moment.
"Forget it." Zhao Changhe turned and left: "Looking at the way you are working hard at your desk, normal people have some respect, so I won't say anything unpleasant. But I don't want anyone to interfere with my emotional affairs, even if I personally Even if dad comes."
“Three things can make an empire great again: swords, ministers, and Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism.”
He said this to the empress.
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"No, even a gentleman should be careful" ~ multiple female protagonists, relaxed and humorous
(End of this chapter)