Tome of Troubled Times Chapter 165: Slow down
Chapter 165 Slow down
Sisi was very angry. She was interrupted from telling a story, and then she got to the point where the maid who could disguise herself appeared, and the fairy brother was snatched away.
The annoying thing is that I really can't follow him, not even the maid who claims to be Zhao Changhe.
Her disguise as a maid from the Tang family was exposed long ago. The real maids were rescued from the firewood shed and starved to death for two days. If Zhao Changhe hadn't reminded her, they might have starved to death. The Tang family didn't trouble her because she seemed to have helped a little. How could such an unknown person be allowed to listen to the "business discussion" between Tang Wanzhuang and Zhao Changhe?
Fortunately, Zhao Changhe knew how to be a good person and did not follow Tang Wanzhuang directly. Instead, he taught her Linghu Sword Intent first so that she would have something to practice and something to do.
This sword intention is really just a scratch. Sisi practiced it and really couldn’t figure out how Zhao Changhe understood it, but I have to say that it is very suitable for her to use. It is very similar to her approach, and it is very suitable for her martial arts. It is an excellent supplementary benefit.
Sisi suddenly thought that Zhao Changhe's story might be intended to give her some warning. Whether it was the Murong family or Jiumozhi, they all seemed to be villains, and their collection of hundreds of martial arts schools was really useless. It makes so much sense. Only the one that suits you is the best. Don’t lurk around and learn things secretly in the future... That’s pretty much what it means.
Sisi sighed, it was different.
No matter how smart and analytical Zhao Changhe is, he still misses something.
But can you explain it to him clearly?
As Sisi practiced, she subconsciously looked through the door to the bedside. The **** beads had been randomly thrown there, but had just been taken away. She thought of Zhao Changhe's casual attitude last night. Let's get the treasure together. If you want it, you can take it. If you don't want it, I'll keep it. This is the basic rule of keeping it in our Zhao house.
But that’s because this bead is not suitable for everyone, so it can be like this.
The Mausoleum of the Sword Emperor is not necessarily there, there are some things that everyone wants.
Even if he is willing to give in, the Demon Suppressor will not agree to it. This is no longer a matter between the two of them.
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The waterside pavilions in late Tang Dynasty are also like no other.
Only Huo Qin stood there warily, looking at Zhao Changhe with squinting eyes, focusing on his scar, and curled his lips.
No matter where he looked, Baoqin felt that the young lady and this guy had nothing in common.
Although this person is indeed a little calmer now than when we first met in Jianhu City, and he is not so reckless. It may be that the experience of breaking the eucalyptus in Gusu, Yangzhou has made him restrained, but the evil spirit on his body is still strong and full of blood. , the way it strides forward always makes people feel like a tiger is coming.
But the young lady is as if she is made of water. Her calm steps are like light clouds floating in the sky. The two of them are walking side by side. There is an extreme contrast between movement and stillness in the picture. The tiger is roaring and the mountain breeze is gentle. A strong tearing sensation.
"Please sit down." Tang Wanzhuang extended her hand to signal, and the two sat opposite each other.
The dishes on the table were simple, even simpler than Tang Buqi's previous treat. However, Zhao Changhe felt quite comfortable and was not polite. He directly took the bowl and started eating, saying: "What's the business to say? The Sword Emperor's Mausoleum ?"
"Well, let's wait for the young master to recover from his injuries first. There is no rush." Tang Wanzhuang said with a smile: "You have been in such a hurry, doing one thing and rushing to do the next, and you really can't slow down and rest at all. Thoughts? ”
"Yes, weren't you telling stories and drinking tea with the little maid? You invited me to talk about 'business', and it was you who said the business..."
"Not necessarily what you go out to do is serious business..." Tang Wanzhuang said: "For example, have you thought about the bead yesterday?"
"Well, the filth is messy, and all kinds of messy negative auras are gathered together. It is not suitable for me. It is more suitable for some magicians who practice this kind of negative emotion skills, right? But have you blocked these miscellaneous odors and extracted them separately? The evil and **** method?"
"Yes, this is business." Tang Wanzhuang said: "I couldn't think of any ideas yesterday. I came back and thought about it all night, and I still have some ideas."
Zhao Changhe secretly told the blind man that you are not weak, and you probably have something to do, and that is indeed the case. It's really awesome to be told by a blind man that she is not weak. At least her martial arts understanding should be beyond Maitreya's level. The reason why she can fight almost as well is probably because of her illness. I wonder if she will be at Tianban level if she recovers?
He asked for advice very humbly: "I came to Gusu mainly for this evil-nurturing object. If I want to improve my blood-evil skills quickly, these are indispensable. Since Maitreya has given me this object, why don't I use it? I'm really disappointed. What's your idea?"
Tang Wanzhuang said: "Do you remember that I once told you that it would be good for you if you were willing to learn to play the piano, draw and paint?"
Zhao Changhe: "Uh..."
"You were arrogant and violent during the war, and you were as powerful as a tiger, which was good for war, but not good for cultivation. At present, your practice seems to be unstoppable, and there is no one faster than you in the world. In fact, you have fundamental hidden dangers, and Not solid. But you are still eager to continue to cultivate evil and move forward...Shu Wanzhuang said bluntly, if you continue like this, sooner or later you will be stuck on the threshold of the eighth or ninth level, because there is too little precipitation and accumulation-this accumulation is not only It’s not just about the skills, it’s also about the techniques.”
Zhao Changhe was silent for a moment and sighed: "Actually, I also know in my heart that I was too hasty and lacked time to settle. But many things were pushed forward and came one after another, and they didn't give me time to settle down. ”
Tang Wanzhuang picked up a cup of lotus seed soup and drank it slowly: "That time in Jianhu City, you can actually stay for a while to practice. Han Wubing is your good friend. You should have worked hard together and promoted each other. Why did you leave? So urgent? ”
Zhao Changhe was stunned for a moment and scratched his head.
He even forgot why he left in such a hurry in the first place, as if he had to leave after a long time...
Or maybe you are simply avoiding her Tang Wanzhuang and don’t want to see her more?
Oh, it seems like it’s my first time getting gold foil. Don’t you want to stay in such a complicated place?
I have forgotten what I was thinking at that time. Anyway, I left in a hurry, as if something was biting me in the back.
Perhaps it can be said that it is just because of my impetuous mentality that I cannot stay in one place.
Tang Wanzhuang said leisurely: "If Wanzhuang didn't tell me this time, would you have finished exploring the Sword Emperor's Tomb and were in a hurry to run away?"
Zhao Changhe could only say: "I forgot what I was thinking at the time. Didn't you give me the task to complete?"
This is the blame... Tang Wanzhuang couldn't help but laugh: "So you obey my orders? Then I will give you a task this time. No matter what the outcome of the Sword Emperor's Tomb is, how about you stay here for ten more days?"
Zhao Changhe asked curiously: "Why do you stay here? How familiar are we with you? What are you thinking about? Shouldn't you and I just let go of our relationship?"
Tang Wanzhuang sighed helplessly: "How can private reputation be more important than official business... No matter what the young master thinks, in Wan Zhuang's eyes, you are just business."
Zhao Changhe was silent for a moment and sighed: "So why did you leave me?"
"Learn piano, calligraphy, painting, and poetry from me." Tang Wanzhuang smiled slightly: "Perhaps you don't need to learn poetry and books anymore. The young master has spoken it in writing, and the story has been compiled so that Wanzhuang wants to continue listening to it. ...It would be a pity to be so full of knowledge but appear to be reckless."
Zhao Changhe was helpless: "You want me to learn these things? Even if you are really a prince, you don't have to learn these principles. It's useless if you learn them well. Did the history of the Era tell you about Zhao Ji and Li Yu? ”
Tang Wanzhuang said seriously: "Your mind needs to slow down. These things can slow you down. Concentrate your mind, cultivate your sentiments, and erase your impetuosity, that's all."
Zhao Changhe really didn't want to learn, so he had to say: "You said you had an idea about beads, but this is what happened?"
"This is one of the ways. Why can those negative things such as hatred, resentment, hostility, etc. affect your temperament or thoughts? Because your heart is not peaceful at all. I want to teach you the meaning of the Tang family, no matter how the wind blows in all directions, the spring water It's nothing more than a ripple. At that time, your heart will be on its own, the spiritual platform will be like water, and it will be like the moon, and there will be no inner demons."
Zhao Changhe's eyes widened: "I secretly learned a little bit of your sword sense. Your nephew has had trouble with me several times. You really taught me the core meaning of the Tang family? Then his uncle and uncle will be furious. I'm afraid you're the one who beats me up..."
Tang Wanzhuang interrupted directly: "What about yourself? Are you willing to learn?"
Zhao Changhe scratched his head: "Do I need to become a disciple?"
Tang Wanzhuang lowered his head, holding a small spoon in his delicate hand, stirring the lotus seed soup. After a long while, he said: "If you are willing, that would be the best."
In the summer afternoon, it was hot and windless, and even the surrounding waterside pavilions seemed scorching hot, without any hint of coolness.
But when she lowered her head and stirred gently with her bare hands, the coolness of the lotus seeds in the bowl was released, and the summer afternoon had the coolness of the blooming water lotus.
The heart becomes calm.
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PS: There will be more at night.