Chapter 182 Clear blue waves
It’s not like I haven’t met other princes before. The dead prince before was not only a prince, but also a real prince. Isn’t the interaction between everyone just business?
The prince didn't get married a few years ago, and Tang Wanzhuang had just joined the Magic Company not long ago. We all had contacts, so wasn't it still business?
At that time, the prince also had some lustful thoughts in his eyes. Tang Wanzhuang could not bear to chop him with a sword. She was quite disgusted with the fact that he had no good impression of the prince.
Fortunately, at that time, there were no prominent figures in the Tang family, their status was average, and the Tang family never thought that they could marry into the royal family. Later, the Crown Prince got a Crown Princess, and he couldn't have blind thoughts about the ministers of the Demon Suppression Division, so everyone became more official and polite.
As a result, the Crown Princess died, and there was a person in the Tang family...but that person was Tang Wanzhuang herself.
It’s ridiculous to even think about it.
My thoughts have strayed too far as soon as I think about it. The past is not important anymore, what is important is the precedent. Tang Wanzhuang knew that she could not be so good to any prince.
Because it is impossible for any prince to feel sorry for her and tell her not to worry about so many things, but to play children's songs for her and persuade her to laugh at the world.
The prince would only hope that she would do more and protect their country.
After a long time, Tang Wanzhuang tilted his head slightly and said: "There is one more thing, which is the **** technique I promised you during the day. There is no secret book for this. Come out and I will teach you."
As for the question just now, I just ignored it as if it didn’t exist.
Zhao Changhe did not continue to ask. Her silence was actually an answer.
“How to practice fingering?”
"This is a set of acupoint-pointing and brushing hands. When sealing acupoints, they are invisible and extremely difficult to guard against. After sealing the acupoints, the technique is special, and it is difficult to open the acupoints with the ordinary method of flushing. Look..." Tang Wanzhuang raised his slender hand slightly, as if Picking flowers is like brushing willows, as if your lover is flirting with you, and his delicate hands are passing over your chest.
Fingers turned around, and I didn't know when Zhao Changhe's chest had been sealed.
Tang Wanzhuang was a little distracted and said casually: "Did you see clearly how the trick was done just now?"
Before he finished speaking, his wrist tightened, and he was caught by Zhao Changhe inexplicably: "The first lady is so absent-minded, he may have capsized in the gutter."
How come he wasn’t acupointed?
Tang Wanzhuang was worried. Was this guy just having his own **** dream? He wasn't taking advantage of the moment of separation to be really frivolous, was he?
But just as she was about to withdraw her wrist, she suddenly felt a soft and powerful breath penetrate into the meridians, flowing along the Taiyuan and Lung meridian of the Taiyuan point on her hand.
Tang Wanzhuang is no stranger to this attribute of true energy. The quality of the Liuhe Divine Art, the fourth level of the Xuanguan, is almost as good as the sixth level of others. Its vastness is as vast as the sky and the sea, and its all-inclusive nature is the will of the emperor.
But the way it works at this time is a bit weird, like... it's blending with her breath, going back and forth?
Double cultivation?
"Speaking of it, this is called dual cultivation. I don't know if you will object to it, but there is actually no need." Zhao Changhe said calmly: "For so many days, I have only seen you thinking about business, other people's affairs, and my affairs. I have never I haven't thought about your own illness. If you don't want to, let me think about it. This bit of Qi from the fourth level of the Profound Gate may not be worth a **** in the eyes of the First Master, but it won't help your situation, but I did it, even if it doesn't matter. Use it and feel better.”
Tang Wanzhuang's strength to struggle was gone in an instant.
Silently feeling his stream-like vitality rush into the flames of the Burning Mountain and being completely evaporated. It was a drop in the bucket, but he kept pouring it in and kept hitting the wall. He knew it was hopeless but refused to give up. Blood flow.
Tang Wanzhuang bit her lower lip tightly, her nose was a little sore for some reason.
"This is really useless..." Tang Wanzhuang spoke softly, her voice a little hoarse: "Double cultivation is just an auxiliary technique, it is not a universal magic. If you have peeked into the secret, and have the assistance of a famous doctor, maybe you can still Think about it, now it’s just a waste of energy.”
Zhao Changhe said nothing and continued to waste his energy stubbornly.
Tang Wanzhuang stopped talking and silently experienced his true energy.
Summer nights are getting quieter and quieter.
Only the man is holding the woman’s wrist, while the woman lowers her eyebrows and lowers her head. The scene is like a **** drama where the man wants to break up but is held back by the man.
They both turned their heads at the same time and saw Tang Buqi retreating step by step outside the courtyard gate, shrinking out of sight.
Tang Wanzhuang said slowly: "Come in, it's unbecoming to be in a hurry, you don't know how to be calm even though you are so old."
Tang Buqi poked his head out from the courtyard door. Where is that hand still holding? Not finished with you?
In fact, to our Tang family, this scene seems to be nothing. The question is, let me tell the old man, who is the **** who refuses this kind of marriage?
Zhao Changhe finally let go of his hand: "Brother Tang is out of seclusion? Is the entrance to the fifth level?"
"Hmm..." Tang Buqi hummed. He didn't know what he wanted to say when he came here. It was as if he had come out of seclusion to see his uncle for a performance report...
Tang Wanzhuang said calmly: "What you want to say is that Maitreya is revolting and you are here to inform your friends and hope that he can help you? Go back. I want to drive him away. What is there to keep?"
It was obvious that you were trying to drive him away, and then he grabbed you and started to stalk you, but you still seemed to be trying to resist him. Tang Buqi didn't want to say a word. This scene was common for Mr. Ben to pick up girls outside, but he was so experienced... It turned out that his aunt was just an ordinary woman.
Tang Wanzhuang said again: "You came just in time. I wanted to say a few words to you. I have been exploring the periphery of the Sword Emperor's mausoleum these days, cracked some restrictions, and obtained some ancient elixirs, sword pills and the like, as well as a small collection of swords. , all of high grade. Sisi only took a small amount of medicine, and I also sorted out some and returned it to the public. The rest still belongs to our Tang family. To be honest, this place is also in the back of the Tang family. It would be unreasonable if it was not counted at all. ”
Tang Buqi was overjoyed: "I also want to tell my aunt about this, but I'm afraid that my aunt is obsessed with serving the public and if she really gives all the things to the public, then we will suffer a big loss! Why, this is something from our back mountain, okay?"
Tang Wanzhuang said angrily: "My aunt is not a saint, and she also has selfish motives. The things left to the Tang family this time may not be worse than the things returned to the public, and may even be more useful. In addition, Changhe has compiled some sword skills. You see Is he willing to write something for the Tang family? What we want is our own future after all, not anyone here to help."
Tang Buqi felt relaxed: "That's okay. Sister... Brother Zhao will definitely be willing..."
Zhao Changhe said "hmm".
Tang Wanzhuang's beautiful eyes finally focused on his face again, and it was hard to tell what was behind his eyes.
After a long time, he whispered: "No, just leave after you finish speaking. We have other things to do."
Tang Buqi burst into tears.
I was just passing by to talk about something serious, but you stuffed my mouth full of food, and then kicked me in the end, you two bitches!
Zhao Changhe was overjoyed by the sadness of farewell, and couldn't help but laugh: "It's so fun not to have weapons."
Tang Wanzhuang Yanran: "He has been fun since he was a child."
After one person said the other, the atmosphere became normal again. Tang Wanzhuang smiled: "Okay, I really don't have much time, so I must teach you this acupoint technique right away."
Zhao Changhe also moved away a little distance and said seriously: "Please give me some advice."
“Remember, this is one of the secrets of the Tang family, called Bi Bo Qing Yi, which means that when a person is in water, ripples are rippling in all directions. It seems gentle and harmless, but in fact, all the key points of the body are covered, and murderous intentions are hidden and invisible..."
Zhao Changhe learned this set of acupuncture skills more slowly than he learned the sword skills.
Because he really focused all his skills on the knife, and his unarmed skills were extremely lacking, and this acupoint-pointing hand was not just a simple point-pointing and **** technique, but a complete set of unarmed skills for fighting the enemy. His foundation is weak, and his approach is completely opposite to his own great success, so he is naturally a slow learner.
But how many of them are teachers who are deliberately slow and learners who are deliberately stupid?
No one knows.
I only know that during the teaching, the arms were intertwined and the eyes were looking at each other. The atmosphere was weird and indescribable.
Zhou Botong and Yinggu will tell you that masters and apprentices of the opposite **** should not teach such delicate grappling techniques, especially those involving acupoints on the human body.
I don’t know if I’m practicing martial arts or touching someone.
At the end of the lesson, I don’t know whether it was because of the heat or something else. Tang Wan, who had always been pale, had red makeup all over her face. She looked like she was running for her life when she left: "This, this method is not very suitable for you. If you If I have a chance, I should look for a domineering fist...I, I should go to Jinling, see you later."
Before she finished her words, Fang Xing was faint, and she actually jumped over the wall and ran away, not even wanting to leave the door.
Zhao Changhe looked up at the courtyard wall where she left. The sun was rising above her and it was already slightly bright.
Looking down at his palms, there is a lingering fragrance.
(End of this chapter)