Chapter 174 Red sleeves add fragrance
Zhao Changhe did not directly go over and say that he wanted to learn the piano. Instead, he went into his living room and wiped the sweat from his body with a towel very naturally, as if the teasing words just now did not exist.
It just saved Tang Wanzhuang's embarrassing reaction, no reaction was needed.
Tang Wanzhuang suddenly felt that this guy had learned from some flower master. This trick was a little tasteless...
Then he just wiped his body with his bare arms, completely ignoring her Tang Wanzhuang and standing at the door looking at her. I don’t know if it was exhibitionism or another kind of teasing...
Actually, it's because it's too hot. Zhao Changhe is too lazy to hold it in, and he didn't invite you to come to my room. He could see it whether he wanted to or not.
Tang Wanzhuang stood there expressionlessly, neither advancing nor retreating. The good mood that she had been in in the morning was almost gone.
Zhao Changhe asked naturally: "Is it because I haven't practiced enough? Logically speaking, the fourth level of the entrance hall of the inner family can not be afraid of cold and heat, right? I didn't practice enough in winter, let alone it, when it's cold in spring, I I am no longer afraid of the cold, but this summer I am more and more afraid of the heat. I sweat like liquid every now and then, which is not as good as before. "
Tang Wanzhuang said: "It has something to do with the nature of your practice. Of course, something like the Blood Evil Technique will make you feel hot, so it needs to be neutralized. Originally, the Liuhe Magic Technique was enough, but your practice of the Liuhe Divine Technique has not caught up with the Blood Evil Technique, so you were Suppressed."
“So you need to slow down and calm down? It felt like it worked well yesterday.”
"yes."
“But I feel that after calming down, I feel a little too sage, as if I am dozens of years older, and everything is calm. I understand the benefits of this state, but it always feels a bit uncomfortable. I am only twenty.”
Tang Wanzhuang finally laughed: "Do you really think that just one of my songs has such a strong effect? It's magic, I can't do it. It's just because you are so tense every day. It's rare to hear such a relaxing song, and the feeling is particularly obvious. That’s all, it won’t be that magical if you continue. It can only make you concentrate and calm down, at least you won’t be afraid of the heat.”
Zhao Changhe glanced at her: "You don't use Kung Fu, and you're not afraid of the heat?"
Tang Wanzhuang said: "Except for fierce battles, I haven't sweated in daily life for many years... The so-called calm mind..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhao Changhe interrupted: "Well, my skin is ice-cold and my bones are cold, and I don't sweat. It's much worse for a big guy like me."
Tang Wanzhuang's words were choked in her throat and her eyes widened.
Are you teasing me again?
Zhao Changhe laughed. Yes, it was this expression that smelled of human fireworks.
Just like the fairy in the painting came out, it became alive and fragrant.
Why are you so serious all the time?
Tang Wanzhuang took a deep breath: "Why did you have such an attitude towards me before? I think she was upset that her medicine didn't really have any effect last night? She seemed to want to make up for it."
Zhao Changhe said honestly: "That's not true. Taking medicine is too low-level, and I was really a sage yesterday."
He thought for a while and sighed: "Maybe it's because I'm used to teasing Sisi these days. Suddenly this person is no longer around, and it turns to you. In fact, it's nothing, I'm giving you so many **** outside. , If you meet the real person, you will be serious, but you will be hypocritical."
Tang Wanzhuang said: "So this is your original attitude towards me? Was it just that you were restrained before?"
"Maybe. I don't quite understand it myself. Anyway, it feels more natural now. When I talked to you before, it always seemed like I had to think about it for a few times before speaking out. It was very unnatural."
Tang Wanzhuang suddenly laughed: "If you had this attitude before, Sisi might not have the skill to administer the medicine in the end."
Zhao Changhe was startled, thoughtful.
Perhaps, Sisi has always been unconvinced by his two attitudes. She feels that she is being underestimated and respects Tang Wanzhuang too much. That last moment may really be a rebellious act caused by this kind of disobedience. It makes you noble. See what happens when you start a wave of rebellion!
"Her real age is actually only sixteen and a half years old, less than seventeen. She is just a rebellious little foreign girl with a different upbringing from the Chinese." Tang Wanzhuang said: "I think she is somewhat interested in you. You don’t need to worry too much.”
Damn it, Sisi has such a good figure, but she’s not even seventeen?
Zhao Changhe really didn't expect this, and he was a little surprised: "You speak for her instead?"
"Because she really didn't mean to harm you. Even the last move in her eyes was just to give you an advantage...I can make her angry, but you don't have much need." Tang Wanzhuang said leisurely. : "Of course, if you are aggrieved for me, then I will also be very happy."
This time it was Zhao Changhe's turn to widen his eyes: "Are you teasing me?"
Tang Wanzhuang said leisurely: "You are making fun of me, why can't I make fun of you? You said you used to think about it a few times when talking to me, didn't I? He's just a big kid, he always gives me a headache. , I sometimes wonder if I should treat you like a useless person, knock you over and beat you up when you are unhappy..."
Tang Wanzhuang also smiled. The smile is truly beautiful.
Zhao Changhe suddenly felt that if the atmosphere was like this yesterday, there would be absolutely no psychological barrier to calling "sister" at that time.
It was as if the invisible barrier between the two people suddenly broke down, and the relationship went from being business-like and even cautiously keeping a distance, to becoming a bit of a personal friendship. How did this start to change...from discussing Sisi? Or should I start by saying that I want to see her shy?
Perplexed...scratching my head.
Seeing him scratching his head like a fool, Tang Wanzhuang wanted to laugh even more: "Don't be stupid there, you didn't have time to play the piano and touch my hand today - you promised to sort out Sisi's sword skills and give them to her Well, she should leave in the next two days."
"Oh, right..." Zhao Changhe knew that this was serious business, and since he had nothing to do now, he sat directly in front of the window, spread out his pen and ink, and began to write down the key points of swordsmanship.
Tang Wanzhuang stood aside and watched in great surprise. She believed that many key points could be understood from the sword seal, but it was not a text transmission, but the "meaning" of your experience. You should transform it into words and retell it. , this is the power of a master!
But it took Zhao Changhe just one night to realize this, and he was actually able to write it down like this, as if the Sword Emperor had explained it to him orally...
That's right, it was explained to him that the Heavenly Book was embodied in the form dictated by the Sword Emperor. Zhao Changhe had to recite it many times before he could remember it.
Tang Wanzhuang is also a master of swordsmanship. He can tell at a glance that this thing is genuine and definitely not just nonsense. Even if some masters were to understand its meaning and express it, they may not be as good as him.
How on earth is this done...
But as a master of swordsmanship, looking at the skills of the Sword King, he really couldn't think of anything else. He quickly became immersed in the sword's intention and was lost in thought.
This sword manual is only an entry-level one, but the sword theory contained in it is already quite impressive.
From this point of view, the basic principles are still the same in ancient and modern times. People today are indeed not on the wrong path. But why do we see a desperate gap as we go up?
Zhao Changhe had been writing for a while, but he ran out of ink and wanted to grind out the ink. When Tang Wanzhuang saw him stop writing, she quickly realized the reason and subconsciously reached out to rub the ink first, while her eyes were still looking at the manuscript and thinking.
With a look like "You write it, I want to read it, I can do this little thing", and it is vivid without speaking.
Zhao Changhe looked up, said nothing, and continued to write with ink, feeling extremely weird in his heart.
This feeling of red sleeves adds fragrance...
It is really fragrant, the fragrance of ink, she is so graceful standing next to her, and the person smells good too.
I feel so strange...but also very embarrassed, because my calligraphy is so ugly that I blush when I write it. I am simply not worthy of letting such a peerless beauty grace her red sleeves.
Zhao Changhe was forced by his parents to participate in a calligraphy interest class when he was very young. He knew how to hold a brush and write, but he cried and gave up after learning it for two months. It was basically a waste of learning and a waste of time. Damn tuition.
Since traveling for so long, he has only written once, that is, the last time he silently wrote down the Blood Demon Technique for the Heavenly Book to read. After writing several thousand words, he was barely familiar with it. What's better than similar friends is that he now controls his power more accurately, and at least he doesn't write crookedly like an earthworm. It's still relatively word-like, but that's about it.
As he was writing, he couldn't help but mutter: "Isn't it ugly?"
Tang Wanzhuang came back to her senses from the swordsmanship. In fact, she didn't pay attention to his words before. Now she was reminded and found it interesting: "It's not bad. I can see that you have learned the basic techniques. I’m just unfamiliar...well, I should definitely learn it, Zhaocuo is a good place.”
Zhao Changhe: “…”
Tang Wanzhuang admired his handwriting with a smile, and even praised it: "It's actually not bad. Have you noticed that your writing is unfamiliar at first, but the more you write, the more arrogant and powerful it becomes, and it is so sharp that it actually has its own style. ...Although the structure is unbalanced, the layout is ugly, and it looks weird...should this be called Zhao Cuo Ti?”
"...Can you not mention Zhao Cuo? By the way, are you praising me or hurting me?"
"Of course it's a compliment." Tang Wanzhuang said with a smile: "Do I expect you to become a famous calligrapher?"
Zhao Changhe said speechlessly: "As long as you can write like a Chinese character, you will be happy, right?"
“It’s because you still care about whether it looks good or not, which means you still have the desire to learn.”
“I always feel that you are playing a development game, including deceiving me into playing the piano and saying it is meditation.”
"It's just killing two birds with one stone. Playing the piano is indeed conducive to meditation and your current state. But what does it mean to develop a game?" Tang Wanzhuang said: "Actually, there are only you and me here, so I might as well say it bluntly, I really hope to turn you towards the prince. Cultivation, how can this be called a game? This word is used here frivolously, this is a very serious matter.”
"The main difference between nurturing games and normal training is that nurturing games refer to cultivating children into the partners they want... Ouch..."
With a "click" sound, the hard ink stick turned into powder in the inkstone. The ink splashed on Zhao Changhe's face, and Tang Wanzhuang walked away with a puff of his sleeves.
(End of this chapter)