Tome of Troubled Times Chapter 164: A rare moment of rest

Chapter 164 A rare break

Zhao Changhe thought that the war in Suzhou is now in chaos, and the Tang family is also in chaos. The aunts and nephews of the Tang family have no time to come over, and he has not recovered from his injuries. It seems that there is really nothing to do.

I wanted to chat more with Sisi, but it was difficult to ask her directly about the situation of the Ancient Spirit Clan. As a result, everyone kept it secret, which was very embarrassing. It seemed that it was better to hide in the room and tell stories.

It can be regarded as a rare break since time travel. The pace of the past half year has indeed been too fast. Looking back, I feel really tired.

Seeing Zhao Changhe agree, Sisi was very happy and ran away without a trace.

When he appeared again, he changed into a little maid's clothes. As expected, his waist was not exposed and it was covered tightly.

Then he happily pulled him to sit on the edge of the coffee table, and took out some bottles and cans like a treasure: "This disguise is actually not a big deal. It is a special material made from a relatively secret formula. It is applied on the face and Real skin looks the same! If you are skilled, you can match different skin colors, which is the basis for pretending to be someone else. If you don’t want to pretend to be someone else, just cover up the scars and other things, and you’ll be done after learning the formula.”

Zhao Changhe poked his head and looked: "It does smell tasteless. Are the raw materials easy to find?"

"It's not easy to find, but are you afraid of this with the support of the Tang family? You can get as much as you want." Sisi sniffed, suddenly put away the things, and turned her delicate hands over: "Give me some money."

Zhao Changhe: "?"

Sisi said confidently: "I have no money. You have put your banknotes in front of me several times. Do you know how hard I endured not to take them away?"

Zhao Changhe laughed dumbly: "When I give you money, does it count as support or as money for the maid?"

Sisi's eyes flashed, and she said in a charming voice: "Now my identity must be explained to the Tang family, how about I really be your maid? But this maid is a bit expensive..."

Zhao Changhe took out a thousand-tael silver note and stuffed it into it: "Is it enough to cover it for ten days?"

Sisi grabbed the banknote and muttered: "It's only ten days... I already had three days deducted."

Zhao Changhe really couldn't laugh or cry: "Hey, you are now my maid, do you know that you really don't want to lose face?"

"What's wrong with being a maid? Apart from teasing me, what else can I do?"

"...I think you have forgotten some painful past events?"

Sisi frowned and said, "I don't remember! Okay, let's continue talking about disguise. Do you just want to change your appearance so that you can't be recognized so you can do secret things, or do you plan to learn how to put on makeup to look like someone else? ?"

"I don't want to live in other people's faces, I'm just stupid..." Facing Sisi's quickly becoming dangerous gaze, Zhao Changhe hurriedly made up his mind: "Uh, no, very smart, very smart..."

Sisi glared angrily, and Zhao Changhe raised his hands in surrender.

Sisi snorted: "Making up someone else is the highest achievement of disguise. It's not just about makeup skills, it also involves role-playing. This is art, and it's by no means inferior to martial arts! Who do you think is stupid? What?"

Zhao Changhe laughed and said: "I know why you stole the things from the door, but Ye Wuzong is not angry anymore. I think you are his true inheritance. Ji Chengkong obviously doesn't have the same love as you." ."

Sisi was stunned, her eyes hesitated a little, and then she said after a while: "So why do you look down on it?"

Zhao Changhe said calmly: "I just feel that no one is qualified for me to play him."

"..." Sisi twitched the corner of her mouth, too lazy to pay attention to him. What kind of sword goes with what kind of person? People and swords all think that they are domineering. Sisi thinks this is called... can't describe it. It's a pity that she doesn't know the word chuuni.

"Okay, okay, I just want to cover up my features, so I'll give you the secret ingredient. Shouldn't I tell a story now?"

"...Okay." Zhao Changhe also felt that when the sword intention plus the story were exchanged for the disguise formula, this guy actually prioritized the story instead of the sword intention, which was completely stupid.

Both of them have a full and correct understanding of each other.

Sisi couldn't understand what he meant, and was extremely happy to see that he agreed. She hurriedly boiled water to make tea, staring with watery eyes on her chin, waiting for him to tell a story.

Zhao Changhe looked a little funny when he saw her, she looked like a little girl living in a ravine who had never seen the world... To put it bluntly, how big a territory and how many people could her Ancient Spirit Clan have? Those stories of gods and demons from the era passed down from generation to generation may be confusing to the ears. They are not as rich and colorful as the humanities of China today, let alone modern novels.

"This story starts with a man named Duan..." Zhao Changhe didn't intend to tell the complete story. How long would it be? He planned to tell Duan Yu's story from the beginning.

As a result, Sisi paid more attention to Duan Yu's story than he thought: "The Duan family in Dali is recorded in the history of the era."

Zhao Changhe was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that the history of the era included King Cui Langya of Yao, Shun, and Yu Qinghe. There were also many poems and chapters circulated. I don’t know what kind of strange historical mixture it was. It was not unusual to have the Duan family of Dali.

Sisi whispered to herself: "That land... is where we used to be..."

In the middle of speaking, he seemed to wake up and stopped talking. Zhao Changhe understood clearly that the Ancient Spirit Tribe might be the Southwest Miao descendants of the last era, and they were refining Gu...

This time, Duan's story was made stronger by Sisi. Zhao Changhe's plan of lazily passing it by had no choice but to put it away and tell it honestly from the beginning.

It was troublesome to talk about this. It took us until noon to mention that Jiumozhi captured Duan Yu and went to Yanziwu.

The more Zhao Changhe talked, the more he felt that his memory was getting better. He had read Tianlong's original work many years ago, but he has read a lot of the same novels in recent years, especially those with a little color... He should have almost forgotten the specific story line, but as he talks, he keeps talking more and more. The smoother it becomes, all kinds of details that should have been forgotten will naturally pop out of the mind.

Sisi listened very carefully.

Only saying that Duan Yu was unwilling to learn his own martial arts and ran out, his eyes narrowed slightly, and then there was no other expression. He quietly made him tea to soothe his throat, without interfering from the beginning to the end. Word.

Even when the disguised maid A'Zhu appeared, Sisi's expression did not change at all. Zhao Changhe wondered if she was distracted and couldn't help but ask: "Hey, are you listening?"

"Listening."

“It’s hard to tell stories that no one appreciates…”

Sisi smiled slightly: "This story is very good, as long as you don't always fantasize about aphrodisiacs in the dungeon..."

"That's not what I imagined."

"You suspected my origin, but you actually took the trouble to make up such a story. Your literary talent is really amazing." Sisi smiled more and more teasingly: "But I have to say, you did guess a lot of things right."

Zhao Changhe was dumbfounded: "What and what?"

"Duan Yu is me, A'Zhu is me, and Jiumozhi who steals various martial arts schools is me. Isn't it hard for you to take so much trouble to insinuate?"

"Grass?"

"Are you still thinking that I have to kowtow to you a thousand times so that I can learn from your family's strengths? My godly brother, I am so shameless."

Zhao Changhe’s eyes became circles.

Fortunately you didn’t interrupt when I was telling the story, otherwise would the story still be telling? What you said made me forget what the original book was like, and I can’t go back...

"Hey, Murong Fu hasn't appeared yet, and various side exaggerations have already said that he has extraordinary bearing and martial arts. Could this be Tang Buqi in your heart? Or is it Tang Wanzhuang?"

"No, if you continue like this, the Tang family will be killed by you. The Murong family are rebels." Zhao Changhe was about to cry: "Is it okay if I don't tell this story? I was wrong. I taught you I teach you how to use a knife."

"No need to kowtow a thousand times?"

"No need, really no need..."

"Hee..." Sisifu blew into her ear and whispered, "Brother Immortal..."

Zhao Changhe just wanted to buy a piece of tofu and kill him.

But I heard Tang Wanzhuang's voice coming from the window: "What is the name of this story, Mr. Zhao?"

Zhao Changhe composed himself: ""The Eight Parts of the Dragon"."

"In this Buddhist saying, Asura is one of the eight groups... If it corresponds to the person in the story, who is Asura? Is this Asura bloodthirsty?"

Zhao Changhe covered his face.

Tang Wanzhuang said again: "That prince who lives in the world has many beauties, and most of them are evil. Are they really all sisters?"

Can you and Sisi have a fight to determine who Duan Yu refers to?

Speaking of which, could you please stop being too arrogant? I am so tormented by you that I have forgotten all about the original work.

Sisi was indeed unhappy, and stood up with her hands on her hips: "Our master and servant are telling stories, sir, what do you have to do? Why are you just listening in a corner outside!"

Tang Wanzhuang chuckled and said: "It's noon. Wanzhuang is holding a banquet in his courtyard. I invite Mr. Zhao to talk about business matters. This girl, your fairy brother, please lend me an hour first. ”