Chapter 43 Children of the Jianghu
Yue Hongling really wanted to wait until I recover from my injury. Do you know how many days you have to rest?
He was not just injured by the counterattack... the overdraft of the forceful use of stunts was outrageous. Yue Hongling could see that his whole body was completely empty of Qi and blood, and his muscles were limp. The Qi that was said to be of high quality just now has been exhausted to the point of not even a trace. Out of sight, even a goose could kill him now.
But he was still laughing, extremely cheerful, and really looking forward to playing again in the future.
It's really heroic.
This kind of person should not talk about men and women. He was born to cut mountains and rivers in the rivers and lakes.
Yue Hongling curled her lips and did not mock him. She just said: "I have some guesses about the nature of your Qi."
“Hmm?” Zhao Changhe looked up at her.
"Just now you didn't use the true energy to drive the gods and Buddhas to disperse, but you used the power of the blood and the true energy at the same time. They were able to mix them together like a skill. It shows that its compatibility is unparalleled and can be used at any time. Transforming it into any kind of power you need, whether internal or external, is equivalent to having an extra Qi and blood reserve for you."
Zhao Changhe said happily: "This is good!"
Yue Hongling said: "Currently, you are mainly focusing on the Blood Demon Kung Fu. That's why you are like this. I suspect that it should be the other way around when you practice it deeply. No matter what other practices you have, you can be absorbed and accommodated by this true energy. The meaning of this sea is extremely grand, I don't know. Whoever created it is really awesome.”
Zhao Changhe nodded slightly, that's right...it fits very well with Xia Longyuan's idea of leaving the exercises for the illegitimate children outside. No matter what the children learned from their mothers or outsiders, they can be compatible with this exercise, and in the later stages, they can be transformed into Focus on his skills. And the meaning of hundreds of rivers returning to the sea should originally be the meaning of the emperor, or in other words, it might as well be said that it is not the king's land.
For the first time, Zhao Changhe had some respect for this old emperor whom he had never met before. He was really awesome. I suddenly thought in my heart, could such a great person really become so mediocre and chaotic in his later years? Logically speaking, he is not that old. For such a spiritual man, does being a few decades older count as old?
Is there something wrong here... is he actually dead? Or did the practice go astray?
He was still thinking, but Yue Hongling lazily entered the room: "No matter how many thoughts you have, you must have a good rest tonight. It's not me who is here to heal your injuries. It seems that I want to protect you."
Zhao Changhe laboriously moved into the house step by step. The first thing he saw when he entered the house was Yue Hongling applying medicine to the wound on his lower abdomen.
Oddly enough, before, I thought I had to avoid this matter, so Zhao Changhe hid and Yue Hongling still blushed. But at this moment, looking at it, I feel that there is something to be avoided in this kind of thing? There is just a wound on the stomach, which looks very ferocious. What kind of ambiguity can be seen from this? There is nothing at all.
Perhaps it’s just because we were strangers at that time, but now we are friends?
I don’t know. Anyway, Zhao Changhe glanced at it and felt nothing. He sat down on the bed and closed his eyes to recover. Yue Hongling also took care of herself, took medicine and tied a bandage, and sat on a chair beside her with her legs crossed and her eyes closed. It was so natural. .
After a while, the two of them fell into trance, and the night finally fell into silence.
This seems to be the scene that Yue Hongling wanted when she came to seek refuge, but she arrived a little late... It would be nice if those embarrassing things didn't happen. Before entering meditation, such thoughts flashed through their minds almost at the same time.
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Early the next morning, Yue Hongling finished her recuperation and opened her eyes.
Zhao Changhe was still in trance, his brows were slightly furrowed and he looked a little in pain.
It's not the pain of overdraft recovery, but the inherent problem of the Blood Evil Gong. When you are weak, it will be more difficult than usual, but it seems that his internal strength is helping to heal it, and the situation is not bad.
Yue Hongling looked at it and thought, this man has suffered more than ordinary people in practicing Kung Fu. The suffering of Blood Evil Kung Fu can happen at any time, and the harder he practices, the higher the frequency of this suffering. Many people in the Blood God Sect who practiced the Blood Evil Kung Fu failed, but Zhao Changhe worked harder and harder, as if he was fighting against the pain, "Come on!"
Outsiders can't see it, they can only see his heroic spirit, which is as powerful as a river.
He repeatedly asked various questions about various techniques and his age from various angles, all because he wanted to see if the current techniques could replace the Blood Evil Technique. The final answer was that it cannot yet. He must be very disappointed in his heart, but it couldn't be seen on his face, he was still free and easy.
Yue Hongling knew that he really admired such people. He said that he saw the imaginary world in himself, but in fact, it was not the same from her perspective.
In fact, she is also very thick. Ren Xia and Bandit Qi are very close to each other in many cases. They can probably be called the sons and daughters of Jianghu. They are very different from Cui Yuanyong and others. In Cui Yuanyong's eyes, she, Yue Hongling, is just a vulgar woman with deep gangsterism.
They are the same kind of people, so they are close. Mr. Cui Yuanyong is like a jade, and he is indeed a good person. He suspected that she had fallen into the hands of bandits and even rescued her with injuries, but it was difficult for everyone to urinate in a pot.
There were footsteps outside and someone was approaching.
Yue Hongling pressed her hand on the hilt of the sword, her eyes suddenly sharp.
“Knock knock”, there was a knock on the door: “Boss.”
Yue Hongling breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Zhao Changhe. He still frowned in pain. She shook her head and went to open the door.
Outside the door was a cook who brought a few steamed buns, two bowls of porridge, and a few dishes of side dishes. Seeing that it was "sister-in-law" who opened the door, the cook's eyes flashed with surprise. He immediately did not dare to look any further, lowered his head and smiled apologetically: "Hello, sister-in-law, this is the breakfast ordered by the boss, with an extra portion for sister-in-law."
Yue Hongling touches her forehead, except for this kind of thing.
Just leave it alone, it will be much more comfortable without these troubles.
The cook rubbed his hands and said, "Sister-in-law is really like a fairy. Boss is so lucky."
Does he have a fart blessing, the blessing of healing and meditating? Yue Hongling turned around and entered the room angrily, placing the plate heavily on the table. Zhao Changhe opened his eyes at this moment. The pained look just now slowly eased, and soon he returned to the familiar hearty smile: "Morning. Uh, breakfast is here? I don't know what you are used to eating in the morning. First, let's start with Just do it.”
“Children of the Jianghu, how come they are so particular about it?” Yue Hongling sat at the table, one foot on the stool next to her, and gulped down her porridge.
This look was very different from the way she was leaning against the window sill when they first met her yesterday. Zhao Changhe was more used to it. This is how children in Jianghu should be, and they are not just ordinary women.
He went to rub his face, washed briefly, and sat across from Yue Hongling with a smile: "You look full of energy, are you healed?"
"It's not a multiple injury at all. It's just one external injury, and just a small amount of sword energy for the internal injury. It will be gone after a night of recuperation, and it will be fine in two or three days." Yue Hongling frowned: "You The terminology is so strange, what is full of vitality..."
"Zhao Cuo dialect, you just need to roughly understand the meaning." Zhao Changhe paused as he spoke, a little lost in thought: "It is very likely that in a few days, you may not be able to hear these words coming out of my mouth. After all, I have to... Integrate into Jianghu."
Yue Hongling thought he was referring to the fact that all Zhao Cuo people were dead and there was no one to accompany him to speak the local accent. She couldn't help but sigh a little: "I wish I had been there earlier..."
"The past is in the past, and there is no point in talking about it. Do you want me to talk about your life-saving grace?"
Yue Hongling said angrily: "I can't see how you are grateful."
"Then why do you think I wanted to kill Cui Yuanyong when I saw you injured yesterday? We have no grievances and have never even met. Is it really because I have a crush on Yue Hongling? Others are just guessing. Don’t get yourself involved.”
Yue Hongling: “…”
“Hey, speaking of Cui Yuanyong, I don’t know much about these aristocratic families. Can you briefly introduce them?”
“Yesterday I told you that not everyone has magical skills and secrets. Over time, people who master the skills well have formed various high-level sects and powerful family inheritances. This is normal. What can I introduce?”
“Then why is it also Qinghe Cui?”
"Yeah?" Yue Hongling was confused: "Why can't it be Qinghe Cui?"
“...Well, could they have been inherited from the previous era? Or have they been inherited from the previous era? To be honest, I looked through some history books and basically didn’t mention these.”
"I don't know this either. These aristocratic families are indeed much older than Daxia. How many dynasties have risen and fallen, and they are still there... Regarding the glorious history of their family, you should ask Cui Yuanyong himself if you are interested. I believe he will be happy to brag about it. It doesn’t matter how many words or how true it is.”
“Will he pay attention to me?”
Yue Hongling thought for a while: "It's hard to say. On the surface, these aristocratic family members are gentle and polite, but I always feel that they are alienated and scrutinized in their bones, which makes them uncomfortable. I am the second Qianlong, and they are human beings. We will still be friends, if you say...I don't know how Qianlong Zhimo is in their eyes, should it be okay? At least he is in the same book as him."
Zhao Changhe nodded: "If you have a chance, please introduce someone to me."
Yue Hongling asked curiously: "How come you are interested in these things and even come to the door to tease someone? This shouldn't be done..."
Zhao Changhe looked at her strangely, do you know me well?
But this understanding is correct. With his temperament, he really shouldn't be interested in these things, and he is too lazy to get in touch with any aristocratic family members... It's a pity that exploring the world's puzzles does not come from temperament. These are very important for him to uncover the mystery. If he doesn't like it anymore You also have to get in touch.
Yue Hongling was on pins and needles at his strange look, and finally couldn't help but slap the table: "What are you looking at? I'm not very familiar with you, so what's the surprise if we don't know each other well? How are you recovering? Come on, come on, it should be It’s time to practice!”
Zhao Changhe couldn't laugh or cry, but he didn't say that you really understand me. He always felt that this situation would turn into teasing and ruin the good communication atmosphere.
Actually, he really wanted to practice sparring, but unfortunately his recovery was not good, and he was also afraid that Yue Hongling's wound would break again. After thinking about it, he asked: "You said you can teach me three aspects, what about the third one?"
"How to identify the location by listening to sounds, sensing foreign enemies, and..." Yue Hongling suddenly flicked the chopsticks on the table, and the chopsticks flew out with a "whoosh" and inserted into the door panel: "Kill the enemy remotely, chase the soul and claim your life. Do you want to learn?" "
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Brainstorming essay
What the Demon Slayer King of Zhenwu Division wanted was never to be promoted, he just wanted to have fun with everyone.
However, everyone he met seemed to be carrying him upward.
Boss…
Colleagues…
Residents of the jurisdiction…
Even demons came to volunteer their lives, giving away their merits to help him get promoted.
Until the day he was promoted, he saw everyone hugging each other and crying, the gongs and drums were loud, and firecrackers were blasting...
(End of this chapter)