Chapter 165 Slow down
Sisi was very angry, and her good story-telling was interrupted. Only then did she get to the point where the maid who could disguise herself appeared, and the fairy brother was snatched away.
What's annoying is that I really can't follow him, not even the maid who claims to be Zhao Changhe.
Her disguise as a maid from the Tang family was exposed long ago. The real maids were rescued from the firewood shed and starved to death for two days. If Zhao Changhe hadn't reminded her, she might have starved to death. The Tang family didn't trouble her because she seemed to have helped a little. How could such an unknown person be allowed to listen to the "business discussion" between Tang Wanzhuang and Zhao Changhe?
Fortunately, Zhao Changhe knew how to behave and did not follow Tang Wanzhuang directly. Instead, he taught her Linghu Sword Intent first so that she would have something to practice and something to do.
This sword intention is really just a scratch. Sisi practiced it and really couldn't figure out how Zhao Changhe understood it, but I have to say that it is very suitable for her to use. It is very similar to her approach and is excellent for her martial arts. supplementary benefits.
Sisi suddenly thought that Zhao Changhe's story might be intended to warn her. Both the Murong family and Jiumozhi seemed to be villains, and their collection of hundreds of martial arts schools was probably meaningless. Only the one that suits you is the best. Don’t lurk around and learn things from anywhere in the future... That’s pretty much what it means.
Sisi sighed, it was different.
No matter how smart and capable Zhao Changhe is in analyzing and solving cases, he still misses something.
But can you explain it clearly to him?
Sisi was practicing, and subconsciously looked through the door to the bedside. The **** beads had been thrown there casually, and had just been taken away. She thought of Zhao Changhe's casual attitude last night. Let's get the treasure together. If you want it, you can take it. If you don't want it, I'll keep it. This is the basic rule for us to keep it in Zhao's house.
But that’s because this bead is not suitable for everyone, so it can be like this.
The Mausoleum of the Sword Emperor is not necessarily there. There are some things that everyone wants.
Even if he is willing to give in, the Demon Suppressor will not agree to it. This is no longer a matter between the two of them.
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The waterside pavilions of the late Tang Dynasty are also like no other.
Only holding Qin in his arms, he stood there warily, looking at Zhao Changhe with his eyeballs, focusing on his scar, and curled his lips.
No matter where you look at it, Baoqin feels that the young lady and this guy have nothing in common.
Although this person is indeed a little calmer now than when we first met in Jianhu City, and he is not so reckless. It may be that the process of solving crimes in Yangzhou and Gusu has made him restrained, but the evil spirit on his body is still strong and full of blood. The look always makes people feel like a tiger is coming.
But the young lady is as if she is made of water, and her light steps are like light clouds floating in. The two of them are walking side by side. There is an extreme contrast between movement and stillness in the picture. The tiger is roaring and the mountain wind is gentle, and there is a strong tear. feel.
“Please sit down.” Tang Wanzhuang stretched out her hand to signal, and the two sat opposite each other.
The dishes on the table were simple, even simpler than before when Tang Buqi entertained guests. However, Zhao Changhe felt quite at ease and was not polite. He directly picked up the bowl and started eating, saying: "What is something serious to say? The Sword Emperor's Mausoleum?"
"Well, let's wait until the young master recovers from his injuries first. There is no rush." Tang Wanzhuang said with a smile: "You have been in such a hurry, doing one thing and rushing to do the next, and you really have no idea of slowing down and taking a rest?"
"Yes, weren't you telling stories and drinking tea with the little maid? You invited me to talk about 'business', and it was you who talked about the business..."
"It's not necessarily what you go out to do that counts..." Tang Wanzhuang said, "For example, have you thought about the bead yesterday?"
"Well, the dirty air is messy and all kinds of messy negative breaths are gathered together. It is not suitable for me to use. It is more suitable for some demons who practice this kind of negative emotion skills. But have you shielded these evil spirits and extracted the evil spirit blood separately? Brutal method?"
"Yes, this is business." Tang Wanzhuang said: "I couldn't think of any ideas yesterday. I came back and thought about it all night, and I still have some ideas."
Zhao Changhe secretly told the blind man that you are not weak, and you probably have something to do, and it is true. It's really awesome to be told by a blind man that she is not weak. At least her martial arts understanding should be beyond Maitreya's level. The reason why she can fight almost as well is probably because of her illness. I wonder if she will be at Tianban level if she recovers?
He asked for advice very humbly: "I came to Gusu mainly for this evil-nurturing object. If I want to improve my blood-evil skills quickly, these are indispensable. Since Maitreya has given me this thing, I don't need it." A little disappointed. What do you think?"
Zhao Changhe: "Uh..."
"You are arrogant and violent during the war, and you are as powerful as a tiger, which is good for fighting, but not good for cultivation. At present, your cultivation seems to be unstoppable, and there is no one faster than you in the whole world. In fact, there are hidden dangers in the foundation and it is not solid. And But you are still eager to continue cultivating evil spirits and move forward...Shu Wanzhuang said bluntly that if you continue like this, sooner or later you will be stuck on the threshold of the eighth or ninth level and will be in pain, because there is too little precipitation and accumulation-this accumulation is not only about the skills, but also It is also reflected in the technique.” Zhao Changhe was silent for a moment and sighed: “Actually, I also know in my heart that I was too hasty and lacked sedimentation. But many things happened one after another and did not give me peace of mind. time."
Tang Wanzhuang picked up a cup of lotus seed soup and drank it slowly: "That time in Jianhu City, you could actually stay for a while to practice. Han Wubing is your good friend. You should have worked hard together and promoted each other. Why did you end up like this? urgent?"
Zhao Changhe was stunned for a moment and scratched his head.
He even forgot why he left so hurriedly in the first place, as if it was time for him to leave after a long time...
Or maybe you are avoiding her Tang Wanzhuang and don’t want to see her more?
Oh, it seems like you just got gold foil for the first time. Don’t you want to stay in such a complicated place longer?
I have forgotten what I was thinking at that time. Anyway, I left in a hurry, as if something was biting me in the back.
Perhaps it can be said that it’s just because of my impetuous mentality that I can’t stay in one place.
Tang Wanzhuang said leisurely: "If Wanzhuang didn't tell me this time, would you be in a hurry to run away after exploring the Sword Emperor's Tomb?"
Zhao Changhe could only say: "I forgot what I was thinking at that time. Didn't you give me the task to do it?"
This is the blame... Tang Wanzhuang couldn't help but laugh: "So you obey my orders? Then I will give you a task this time. No matter what the outcome of the Sword Emperor's Tomb is, how about you stay here for ten more days?"
Zhao Changhe asked curiously: "Why do you stay here? How familiar are we with you? What are you thinking about? Shouldn't you and I break up the relationship?"
Tang Wanzhuang sighed helplessly: "How can private reputation be more important than official business... No matter what the young master thinks, in Wan Zhuang's eyes, you are just business."
Zhao Changhe was silent for a moment and sighed: "So why did you leave me?"
"Learn piano, calligraphy, painting, and poetry from me." Tang Wanzhuang smiled slightly: "Perhaps you don't need to learn poems and books anymore. The young master has written a story, and the story makes Wanzhuang want to continue listening to it...so full It would be a pity to show one’s knowledge to others as reckless.”
Zhao Changhe was helpless: "You want me to learn these things? Even if you are really a prince, you don't have to learn these principles. It's useless if you learn them well. Did the history of the era tell you about Zhao Ji and Li Yu?"
Tang Wanzhuang said seriously: "Your mind needs to slow down. These things can slow you down. Concentrate your mind, cultivate your sentiments, and erase your impetuosity, that's all."
Zhao Changhe really didn’t want to learn, so he had to say: “You said you had an idea about beads, but this is what happened?”
"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 peaceful at all. I want to teach you the meaning of the Tang family. No matter how the wind blows from all directions or the spring water flows, it is nothing. A ripple. Then your heart will be in control, the spiritual platform will be like water, and it will be like the moon, and there will be no inner demons."
Zhao Changhe's eyes widened: "I secretly learned a bit of your swordsmanship. Your nephew has had trouble with me several times. You really taught me the core meaning of the Tang family? By then, his uncle and uncle will beat people in anger. I’m afraid it’s you…”
Tang Wanzhuang interrupted directly: "What about yourself? Are you willing to learn?"
Zhao Changhe scratched his head: "Do I need to become a disciple?"
Tang Wanzhuang lowered her head, holding a small spoon in her delicate hand, stirring the lotus seed soup. After a long while, she said: "If you are willing, that would be the best."
It was a hot summer afternoon and there was no wind. Even the surrounding waterside pavilions seemed scorching hot, without any hint of coolness.
But when she lowered her head and stirred it gently with her bare hands, the coolness of the lotus seeds in the bowl was released, and the summer afternoon had the coolness of the blooming water lotus.
My heart becomes calm.
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ˆ PS: There will be more at night.
(End of this chapter)