Chapter 388 Die Lianhua
Ying Wu looked at him intently for a while and said nothing.
In addition to his lack of personal strength, in fact, this "power" is somewhat stronger than when Xia Longyuan started his career.
Of course, this itself is also based on the ambiguous "prince" background, which is not entirely created by Zhao Changhe himself, but the prerequisite is that he has this quality... This feeling of gathering winds and clouds has already begun to emerge.
Perhaps this chaotic world will be doomed before it is completely chaotic...if it can really trend like this.
Ying Wu was actually a little uneasy... Logically speaking, Zhao Changhe's rise had not been long ago, and he was originally unable to have any effect on the world's situation, but he did not expect that such a trend had gathered so quickly. He could not predict Xia Longyuan's thoughts.
But then I thought about it, never mind it!
Even if you feel that Xia Longyuan is unfathomable, so what? It was Xia Longyuan who was opposed by others! How could he avoid it?
Thinking of this, he nodded and said with a smile: "Okay... I will stay nearby these days and wait for you to organize it."
"Uh..." Zhao Changhe asked, "Isn't it a bit shameless to talk so loudly?"
"No, that's what a newborn calf should do." Ying Wu smiled and said, "Don't be old-fashioned. Just do what you want. Go after any woman you want. Don't waste your life."
said and patted him on the shoulder: "Not bad, just like when I was young."
Zhao Changhe: "It's over if I look like you. Have you ever done it?"
Ying Wu: “...I feel like I need to let you know the difference between you and Tianbang.”
Zhao Changhe smiled apologetically and said: "The main difference with the seniors is knowledge. For example, Fifth Master must know where to find sharp blade grass, metamorphic lotus, Bodhi fruit, lingering soul grass and Yunyang leaf, right?"
"I know four of these five." Ying Wu looked at the sky: "Reorganize what you just said?"
“…I still don’t want to be like you.”
Ying Wu couldn't laugh or cry: "Come on, these things are not mine anyway. The sharp blade grass has to go to the sword house. It is useful for sharpening the sword energy and is their treasure. The transformed lotus and Bodhi fruit are probably found in the Maitreya Secret Realm..."
Zhao Changhe was suspicious: "Are you trying to deceive me into dealing with Maitreya? It's not necessary. Even if he has nothing, I will still beat him."
“Just from the name alone, I know it is related to Buddhism. Even if there is no such thing in Maitreya Secret Realm, it is related. If not, you can ask other Buddhist schools. It is said that you have some affinity with Yuanxing?”
"Um…"
“Anyway, there are no clues... As for the Haunting Grass, I’m pretty sure it’s there where you’re going.”
“Hongnong Yang?”
"Yes. But no matter which one it is, it should be a treasure of heaven and earth that they value very much. They will not give it to outsiders easily. It's up to you how you want to get it. As for Yunyang Ye..." Ying Wu frowned slightly: "This thing I Never heard of it? Could it be that you just made it up?"
“I’m not full, why are you making this up?”
Ying Wudao: "However, among the wonderful things in the world, as far as I know, no one dares to recognize them as the second best. If I haven't heard of them, then no one has heard of them."
Zhao Changhe would like to ask, dear, have you heard of the Book of Heaven? But thinking about whether he had really heard of it, he could only smack his lips in pain: "Anyway, there is such a thing. In ancient times, it was said that it grew in Yunyang Mountain. What mountain is called Yunyang Mountain now?"
Ying Wu's eyes lit up: "It shouldn't be a change of the ancient and modern names, it must be a lost secret realm... The next secret realm you and I will cooperate with is here! Just wait, there should be clues about the place name, I will look for information."
After saying that, he left happily, not even drinking tea.
Zhao Changhe looked at his back and thought to himself that this was also difficult for him. There are thousands of secret realms lost after the era collapsed. Can one person find them all in one generation? Maybe he has accomplished his goal of returning home, but he is still looking for the secret place.
Hum, is the earth considered a secret realm?
Suddenly I felt like someone was looking at me. Zhao Changhe turned his head and saw Tang Wanzhuang standing on the edge of the corridor, looking here in a daze. He saw himself looking back and then retreating back to the corridor as if frightened, with the corner of his clothes disappearing.
Zhao Changhe walked slowly over, but saw Tang Wanzhuang running out again. As if he realized that he didn't need to hide, he said nonchalantly: "Why are you and Ying Wu so familiar?"
Zhao Changhe asked: "Why secretly look at it? What's the big deal if you just come here."
"Where did I steal it?" Tang Wanzhuang said, squinting her neck: "I originally wanted to come and listen to what you said, but he just left."
“Then why do you keep looking at me, you’re so handsome?”
Tang Wanzhuang gritted his teeth: "Zhao! Chang! River!"
Zhao Changhe knew that he could not keep provoking her face, so he raised his hands in surrender and said: "Okay, okay, I will continue to recite the medical scriptures today."
Zhao Changhe smiled: "How can any monkey who crawls around in the rivers and lakes love reading... But it's okay. Now my mind is strong and my memory is strong. Even if I haven't achieved photographic memory, it's not far behind. In the past, It’s really hard for me to carry these things, but I can barely do it now.”
Tang Wanzhuang tilted her head and made a pun: "Since you don't like it, why force it."
“Because I like you.” Zhao Changhe answered directly.Tang Wanzhuang was stupid.
Zhao Changhe's voice still echoed in his ears: "Don't say that studying medicine can cure you... Even if it is useless like studying poetry, as long as you are teaching, then I like it. "
Tang Wanzhuang looked around, wondering where the pool was...
He didn't see it for a while and said angrily: "Because you won't be like this, I supported you to be the prince. I know you are probably not the prince! But now you have changed your mind, and you are still shameless!"
"Then I won't do it now." Zhao Changhe said directly: "Compared with you, the country is nothing."
“You are shameless!”
“Evening makeup, I suddenly thought about something...”
"…What?"
“When you cultivate the prince in your mind, actually looking at it from another angle, it is based on your aesthetics and preferences. It does not mean that the prince should be like that, but that you like that kind of person..."
"You think beautifully, there are many people with magnanimity, when will it be your turn!" Tang Wanzhuang said anxiously: "You, a vulgar and uncultured person, are just like a monkey wearing a crown!"
Zhao Changhe tilted his head: "Who said I am vulgar and unrefined... are you sure?"
Tang Wanzhuang choked up and suddenly remembered his famous quotes from time to time. Just a few days ago, the Chenjiang River was open and it was lucky to go around Chenshan Mountain. The rain in Bashan was closed and the autumn ponds were swollen.
He just doesn't like those things. It seems that this characteristic is only reflected in her.
Tang Wanzhuang was confused. She didn't want to talk about this topic anymore, so she changed it forcefully: "What are those sharp blade grass, haunting grass, and cloudy leaves? Are they in the medical book I gave you?"
"No."
“What’s that for?”
“The Sharp Blade Grass is used to build the Blood Shura Body. The Transformed Lotus and Bodhi Fruit are used to heal your meridians. The Haunting Soul Grass and Yunyang Leaf are used to nourish your soul.”
Tang Wanzhuang looked at him blankly and was speechless for a long time.
He asked a lot of things, but only one was for himself, and all the others were for her.
In fact, I have said before that Lian Shen got into the situation all because of her, otherwise he would still be in the world and "the imperial court has nothing to do with me."
But the court has you, so it’s none of my business.
Zhao Changhe said: "Actually, don't rush to learn this or that... The real meaning of me here is to let you rest more and take your mind away from the complicated work and mundane things. Just this A little bit can make a big improvement in your condition.”
After a pause, he smiled again: "The scene that day was very good. You were leaning on the pavilion and reading leisurely, holding the piano and playing soothing and gentle tunes. The spring orioles were singing, and the flowing water was fragrant. How could you spend ten years in such an environment? In half a month, my soul will be calmed down and my meridians will be stable, and I can go north to Hongnong with peace of mind. As for complete cure, it will not happen overnight, give me some time."
I wonder if it was the time of "ten days and a half month" that reminded both of them of Gusu at the same time.
Zhao Changhe had been walking non-stop before and never stopped well anywhere. He only stopped by Tang Wanzhuang in Gusu for more than ten days and asked him to slow down.
It’s still more than ten days, and the host and guest are reversed. I’m here, so slow down.
"Let's go... If you don't have treatment today, I will accompany you for a walk." Zhao Changhe turned around and walked into the garden, and Tang Wanzhuang followed him subconsciously.
It wasn’t until I followed in that I realized what was going on. This was a real tryst in the garden before flowers and under the moon...
never mind. He was very quiet and said there would be no treatment today...
The two of them strolled quietly in the sea of colorful flowers, without saying a word. But his eyes were subconsciously watching the colorful butterflies fluttering in the garden, lingering around the sea of flowers, and the corners of his mouth evoked a smile from his aunt.
The sound of the piano came from the distant pavilion. It was a person practicing the piano, and it was exactly the song "Butterflies Love Flowers".
Tang Wanzhuang found that she really had no shame and anger in scolding this dead traitor, and felt very at peace in her heart.
Isn’t that what expectations in an illusion are like...
Speaking of no treatment, in fact, this is what real treatment should do, rather than going in person.
It's a pity that Yang Jingxiu's birthday is next month, which is at the beginning of the month, not long ago. It takes several days just to drive fast on the road. The leisure here is destined to only last ten and a half days.
In the distance, there are no well-equipped soldiers and horses, their swords are pointed at Maitreya's last Kuaiji Yuzhang, and the sound of war drums has begun to beat, almost to the ears.
(End of this chapter)