Tome of Troubled Times Chapter 166: Are you calm

Chapter 166: Are you calm?

Zhao Changhe suppressed the ripples of that moment and lowered his head to drink the lotus seed soup: "Master, I don't want to worship you... Why do I remember that you seemed to avoid this matter before, so why doesn't it matter now?"

"Martial arts is different from music, chess, calligraphy and painting..." Tang Wanzhuang whispered: "As for martial arts, if I accept you as my disciple, it would be overstepping and unqualified...but chess, calligraphy and painting are fine. You Why don’t you want to?”

"I was originally called Tang Buqi's eldest nephew, but suddenly I'm the same generation as him. I'm not happy."

Seeing Tang Wanzhuang's eyes suddenly widened, Zhao Changhe suddenly woke up and hurriedly made up his mind: "No, I was just taking advantage of words, not to be his uncle... After becoming a disciple, I lost even the advantage of words. He is still younger than him, so if he wants to call him brother, I... oops..."

Bao Qin turned his head.

Isn't this a child? It's more childish than holding a piano.

Zhao Changhe's face turned red when he saw Baoqin's strange eyes, and he said with embarrassment: "Sir, your starting point is that I am a prince. Now you are becoming less and less concealed, but when you find out that I am really not , what will it be like? ”

Tang Wanzhuang smiled and said: "What's the big deal? I just don't want to see a young man in the world become more impatient and follow in my footsteps... Besides, you are kind to the Tang family. I'll help you. What's the point?" No? ”

"Following in your footsteps...doesn't that mean that music, chess, calligraphy and painting are actually useless? Should rushing to break through hurt the lung meridian or not?"

"But have you ever thought that if this were not the case, I would not only be hurting the lung meridian?"

"Well..."

Tang Wanzhuang looked a little disappointed: "Perhaps playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting are of no use... But I have already said that it just makes you calm down and stop being so impetuous. Or do you go and recite Buddhist scriptures? You are also a method."

"...Then let's learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting." Zhao Changhe hesitated for a moment, and for a moment he didn't know what he should call her.

It's really strange. Yue Hongling is two months younger than me, and she blurts out "Sister Yue" without any mental barriers. Tang Wanzhuang was eight years older, but she couldn't say "sister" which should have been natural. She didn't know why.

Perhaps it’s because the interactions with her always have a business-like feel, and so far there is no personal friendship. Even teaching piano, chess, calligraphy and painting is considered “business” in her eyes. She said it was for the sake of "the descendants of the Jianghu" and "the benefactor of the Tang family". Everyone knew that this was an excuse. She was just cultivating the prince in her heart.

Zhao Changhe still has no sense of belonging to Daxia, and he is even quite disgusted because of what he saw along the way. He didn't know how Tang Wanzhuang would feel if he chose to overthrow this country in the future.

In fact, we have never been in the same group, and the meaning of knowing each other and joining hands with Yue Hongling is completely different.

Maybe it's because... Looking at her pale face and the way she could collapse at any moment when the wind blows makes people forget that she is a very powerful warrior, and the pity in their hearts is stronger than respect, and they feel that she is the real one. She is the sister who should be taken care of.

This feeling is very complicated and contradictory.

Tang Wanzhuang's beautiful eyes stared at him for a long time, as if she guessed what he was thinking, but did not ask, turned to Huaqin and said: "Give me the piano."

With a slight bow, he placed the piano on the eucalyptus table in front of Tang Wanzhuang.

Tang Wanzhuang stroked the strings lightly and whispered: "It is said that Wanzhuang spends all his energy thinking and has complicated thoughts, which is not conducive to the Tao. But the young master's heart is in chaos, and he seems to think more than Wanzhuang... It is not the way to practice. Chat. Please calm down with this song."

A wisp of piano music sounded leisurely, soft and soothing.

Just like this hot afternoon, the gentle breeze blows through the pool and brings fragrance.

It seemed like a dragonfly had touched the water and left quietly, leaving behind a little ripple, which gradually spread and rippled, swaying rhythmically amidst the chirping of insects and cicadas around it.

The lotus leaf tilted slightly, and a drop of water fell slowly, falling into the water with a ticking sound.

Then the silence became lively, and the vision expanded. The refreshing water splashed on the face, and the green shade above slowly blocked the blazing sun. The beautiful woman stood under the vines and smiled sweetly. In the distance, the little girl giggled and ran to catch the dragonfly. Then I saw the sky was high and the air was crisp, the white clouds were lingering, and the laughter seemed to come from a very far away place, like a distant scene or melodious in a dream.

I was reclining on a recliner in the courtyard and taking a nap, listening to the crisp laughter in the distance, my aunt's smile appeared at the corner of my mouth unconsciously.

The rivers and lakes are getting further away, and the **** noise and the whistling of the swords are all lingering with the children's laughter, and the kites in the distance are rising into the sky, and they are no longer distinguishable.

The sound of the piano stopped quietly.

Zhao Changhe found himself leaning on the chair and almost fell asleep.

He rubbed his eyes in confusion. His mind was still empty for a while, and he was so relaxed that he couldn't even concentrate his thoughts for a while.

Tang Wanzhuang looked at him with a bit of pity in her eyes: "You... are too tired. I see that you were thinking about things even when you were sleeping, at least last night."

Zhao Changhe: "Uh..."

Last night was really... Talking about the kind of communication a blind person has in his dream. Did he sleep or not?

Tang Wanzhuang added: "Not only is it your daily rest, your practice is indeed too tight, and your energy and blood have been squeezed to the limit. Recently, under the Mausoleum of the Sword Emperor, did you turn on the evil spirit to fill your brain? The state? It is still boiling and is still eroding your flesh and blood, but you are usually unconscious... If things go on like this... it is like overexertion of the body when you are young, and it will become useless before you reach middle age."

Zhao Changhe twitched his lips: "What you said is a bit ambiguous, like something."

"Isn't it the same?" Tang Wanzhuang said calmly: "The human body is the same thing in the final analysis... You need to strengthen your foundation now and stop blindly pursuing breakthroughs."

Zhao Changhe looked inward for a moment, and he could indeed feel that the evil spirit was fading away in his flesh and blood. Before, he could not feel how it was gradually eating away at his skin and bones, but under this song, the evil spirit was completely gone. Elimination is simply like a fairy method.

Tang Wanzhuang could see what he was thinking, and sighed: "This is not an immortal method. Of course, qin music is also a kind of martial arts with special effects... But this is not what I suggest you learn. ."

Zhao Changhe nodded: "I understand."

"Are you calm?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to learn?"

Zhao Changhe stood up and bowed sincerely: "Miss Tang, please give me some advice."

Miss Tang...

Is this the name you have been struggling with for a long time and finally delivered the answer?

Tang Wanzhuang chewed for a moment and suddenly smiled: "Come here, I will teach you the basics first, the tones of each string, and the basic **** techniques."

Baoqin's eyes widened: "Little, Miss..."

Tang Wanzhuang glared at her: "What's that expression on your face? Mr. Zhao is a genius. He only needs to look at other people's sword skills to learn from others. Playing the piano is just a matter of finger coordination. Does it need to be done hand-in-hand?" ? After a few demonstrations, he will understand. ”

Bao Qin: "Oh..."

She carefully looked at Zhao Changhe sitting next to Tang Wanzhuang, the two of them were shoulder to shoulder, and thought to herself, I don’t think it’s appropriate to sit side by side like this. It looks too close, and my brain hasn’t figured it out yet. Turning to the matter of finger-twisting, Miss, you have struggled with this yourself...

In fact, Zhao Changhe was sitting next to Tang Wanzhuang at this time, and the fragrance around him was overwhelming, but there was no ripple on him.

The music played just now was so meditative, and he was completely in the state of a sage. No distracting thoughts could arise in his mind. At this time, he just wanted to learn the piano. He knew that this was really, really good for him.

Along the way, his body was full of evil spirits and his hands were filled with blood and cruelty. Zhao Changhe had worried a long time ago whether he would be affected by this and become a bloodthirsty maniac in the future. It's just that in the past, out of contempt for things like music, chess, calligraphy and painting, I thought it was useless, but today I found that it is really useful.

The light and shadow of the sword gradually fade away, and the **** madness is like another dimension. Only the beauty of Jiangnan and the quiet summer are left in front of you.

In this kind of world, music is inherently a kind of martial arts. Even if Tang Wanzhuang doesn't want to learn that aspect, the logic is the same.

Tang Wanzhuang's jade hands were demonstrating **** techniques in front of her eyes, which looked very simple... They were just body movements, which were really simple compared to her difficult Spring Water Sword Intention.

It's also very beautiful. This is the first time that Zhao Changhe knows what it means to be able to make people feel beautiful just by looking at their hands.

It's also very elegant, and Zhao Changhe can't help but think about the Linghu Chong effect he will have when he plays the piano gracefully in the future. If he plays the song "A Laugh in the Sea", it will be so cool.

"It really doesn't look difficult, let me give it a try?" Zhao Changhe applied.

Tang Wanzhuang stepped aside in anticipation: "Master Zhao's understanding, Wanzhuang can be trusted..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Changhe stretched out his two claws like a zombie and grabbed the strings with a "bounce".

Tang Wanzhuang: "..."

He hugged the piano and crouched down, covering his face: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Flowers..."

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