Chapter 176 Sisi Returns
During these days, Zhao Changhe felt that he had returned to his original Beimang.
When no one is around, hide in the room and read the Book of Heaven, gradually learning the Sword King's method from low to high.
When the late Tang Dynasty came, they spread paper and polished ink, added fragrance to their red sleeves, wrote sword tactics, and drew diagrams.
There has been no fighting, the sword is settling.
There is no need to listen to the piano, the mind is already at peace.
It is very similar to the days when I went out to learn swordsmanship with Professor Sun, and when I came home and was late for dinner.
I originally thought that I would be in a gangster's den when I entered the world, and I would be nervous and anxious. But suddenly looking back, I realized that that was the calmest and most stable period of my life.
When the accumulation reaches a certain period, it will be like a long river rushing down to the nine heavens.
"Your handwriting is getting better and better." Tang Wanzhuang polished his ink and looked at the smooth handwriting under his pen, feeling quite happy to see his child making progress.
She didn’t teach Zhao Changhe much about calligraphy. She only briefly mentioned some brushwork techniques and structural layout for aesthetic reasons, but did not teach him anything else in detail.
Zhao Changhe's ambition is not here, and his understanding in this area is also very poor. Sometimes he can't understand a sentence after a long time. He is even stupider than Tang Buqi when he was a child. If he really wants to teach him carefully, he will definitely make any teacher mad to death, and practice martial arts with him. Qualifications are completely two templates.
But I have learned it, and I can clearly feel that the fonts are becoming more skillful and rounded, and I can also feel the calmness of the person, and the frizzy sharpness is becoming more restrained.
In terms of aesthetics alone, in fact, Zhao Changhe is quite different from her. The articles he writes are rough in layout and flamboyant in structure. It can be seen that he has never been able to associate with the elegant prince in his life, and he can still get a glimpse of these hidden things in the sky. The arrogance that is ready to move under the peaceful life.
But it doesn’t matter, that’s Zhao Changhe.
"You said she's leaving in the next two days. It's been seven or eight days. Is that okay?" Zhao Changhe asked casually while writing the sword manual without raising his head.
"I just said it casually, urging you to hurry up. There is no set time for her to leave? How can you learn a whole system of swordsmanship so fast? I know that no matter how smart you are, you are not a god."
"What about you? You told your nephew that ten days are about the same." Zhao Changhe asked: "You have also been elusive these days. You suddenly appeared to accompany me for a while, draw a picture, and I don't know where you went. . There are so many things to explore in the mausoleum, aren’t we afraid to go inside?”
"It's not the mausoleum... We have been preparing to reseal the mausoleum, and the preparations are almost complete." Tang Wanzhuang sighed: "The main thing that concerns me is the Maitreya Cult."
Zhao Changhe paused his pen tip slightly and turned to look at her.
Tang Wanzhuang said calmly: "The Maitreya sect in Gusu has been eliminated in the past few days, but the whole Jiangnan is about to rain, and I know that some things are inevitable."
“So you simply stay in Gusu? This place is more convenient than the capital.”
“Actually, it’s useless. The Demon-Suppressing Division is only responsible for Jianghu affairs. I can’t do anything about dispatching troops to attack cities and territories. Apart from collecting more intelligence and feeding it back to the capital, I can only watch helplessly.”
Tang Wanzhuang's eyes had no color, and she looked at the inkstone with a somewhat hollow look, just like looking at the wind and rain over Jiangnan at this time, knowing where it came from, but unable to do anything.
Although the affairs of the current world represent the power structure to a large extent, they are not completely consistent. No matter how much the Demon Suppression Division does, it will not affect the general trend.
Zhao Changhe suddenly asked: "Is the emperor in charge of things? Does he show his face?"
“Yes, but not much.”
“Are more people in retreat?”
"Um…"
“He should know the situation, right?”
"I know, and I have issued some orders, but with little effect. Don't mention anything else, just the lazy administration and lax army you see in various places cannot be reversed by a few orders at this time. What's more, there are more people We are all waiting and watching, and when the time comes, we may not follow the emperor's order again. "
Zhao Changhe continued to write the sword manual: "Since you know that it is so bad, the emperor doesn't care about it at all, and it is useless... Then what's the use of you papering it? You might as well take over Suhang and become a warlord."
Tang Wanzhuang stared at his side face speechlessly. This was not the answer she wanted: "Do you know what the certain timing I said is?"
"It seems you know everything." "I also know that if we look at it cold-bloodedly, the Maitreya Cult will not wait for that opportunity and counterattack now. In fact, it is a good thing. Daxia has not yet completely died, so it is better to extinguish the Maitreya Cult." Got it.”
“Why should we treat it cold-bloodedly?”
“Because it is the people who suffer in the end.”
Tang Wanzhuang was silent for a moment and whispered: "So why do you think I have to mount it? No matter how bad it is now, it is better than troubled times."
Zhao Changhe sighed and said: "It's useless. The general trend is like a tide. How can an individual stop it? I can only use the mantis' arm as a chariot and be crushed by the wheels."
Tang Wanzhuang looked at the ink on the inkstone steadily, and after a long time he said: "There must be such a person."
After finishing speaking, he seemed to not want to talk any more, and stood up to sort out the manuscript that Zhao Changhe had just finished: "Your sword technique is already at the secret level. Can you practice it?"
"It can barely be used to show its shape, and it doesn't have much power. I can still draw a picture for you." Zhao Changhe did not continue the topic and turned away: "I want to sort out the swordsmanship of a branch with my own strength. I'm afraid it's impossible to do now. I can't understand it at a higher level at my current level. I may only be able to stop here for the time being...I don't know if it's enough for Sisi."
“Even if it’s not enough, it’s still better than what she had learned secretly in the past, and it also has an infinite future and a stable source. But compared with her stealing the sword seal herself, the gap is a bit big..."
"The sword seal is not hers." Zhao Changhe said: "If you don't use tricks, you can get it according to normal exploration and normal strength. This thing should be yours, and the distribution should be decided by you. She also knows, otherwise why To calculate."
"When something is gained, it is lost again. Not many people can understand this clearly... Do you need to talk to her yourself? We haven't seen each other for so many days. I don't think there is any need to be so stingy. She has been really cool recently. Very honest.”
I don’t dare to kiss you except for the sake of my diaphragm.
Tang Wanzhuang curled her lips invisibly, she really didn't dare.
Why do you dare?
“I’m not stingy, I’m still trying my best... Anyway, I really can’t figure out the follow-up, so I’ll go with you for a walk today and ask her what else she needs.”
…
"I have no need." When she saw Sisi, her expression was very calm: "If the sword seal is given to me, I will definitely not be able to understand such a systematic sword technique with my current martial arts knowledge, and if it is given to the clan, The elders tried to figure it out, but they lost my control and leadership. Looking at it today, the result is actually in my best interest. Now that I got what I wanted, I will take the lead in the future. "
Zhao Changhe looked into her eyes. The eyes that were once as charming as peach blossoms and as bright as stars were now hidden in the depths and blurred.
The expression on her face is still full of smiles, but it is no longer the deliberate smile to please when she was pretending to be a maid, nor the bright expectation when listening to the story. She looks very polite...yes, very businesslike.
It used to be Tang Wanzhuang who was doing business, but now she is.
“Now that I’ve got this, it’s time for me to leave.” Sisi sighed: “I’ve been away for a long time, and I’m actually homesick too... China is not a good place, and every man is more annoying than the last.”
"..." Zhao Changhe didn't bother to refute her, and he didn't know what he was feeling at the moment. He just asked: "How can I give it to you if I unlock a higher sword skill in the future?"
"I will come to you." Sisi smiled slightly: "The long river flows unstoppably. I believe that as long as I enter China again, I can hear news of your whereabouts at any time."
Zhao Changhe said: "What about you? Are you from the special world not included in the Book of Troubled Times?"
"It's possible, otherwise the list of people in heaven and earth may change... But I have entered China, and the Book of Troubled Times has informed me. Maybe I will be included next time." Sisi's smile became a little sharp: "Zhao Changhe, please don't I caught up..."
Zhao Changhe didn't understand the significance of this for a moment: "You caught up and caught up, so what? There are too many people in front of me..."
"Ha... I have been a maid for so long in vain, and I have been taken advantage of. It is because of lack of strength and arrogance. If I gain power..." Sisi paused, and suddenly the charm of the past appeared on her face: "I can I don’t mind having one more slave to wash my feet.”
After speaking, he turned around and left the mausoleum passage: "Don't you like to do business very much? This is it."
Zhao Changhe watched her enchanting figure leave, always feeling that she was being arrogant...
Like children who said they were done with each other with a straight face.
Tang Wanzhuang, who was watching, felt that Zhao Changhe himself was the same.
She always feels that these two are outstanding figures in their respective clans, and the aftermath caused by this "breakup of friendship" may be more stormy.
(End of this chapter)