Tome of Troubled Times Chapter 385: Mountains and flowing water

Chapter 385 Mountains and Flowing Waters

Now is not the time to counterattack Maitreya.

First of all, Xiangyang himself is in a mess and has not completely settled down. Secondly, Tang Wanzhuang's body must be recuperated. Otherwise, if something goes wrong during the battle, killing ten thousand Maitreya will not make it right.

Besides, it is best to wait for Ying Wu to come and talk in person, and... Yang Jingxiu’s birthday next month should be attended, and all aspects should be taken care of.

It is indeed a completely different ecology. I feel that in this environment, it really doesn't matter whether an individual can fight or not. No wonder aristocratic families always feel like they are looking at ordinary people when they look at the rough.

Zhao Changhe pinched his head with a headache, said goodbye to Li Si'an, and went to find Xue Canghai.

Xue Canghai is leading the Blood God Sect to station in the barracks, watching the Xiangyang soldiers with eager eyes.

Looking at the red eyes of the Blood God cultists, it was clear that they had not enjoyed hunting down Maitreya's defeated soldiers before. It felt like they wanted to rush over and kill all the Xiangyang soldiers.

Chasing tens of thousands of people and cutting them down, the average number of heads killed by the sword is unknown. For the believers who have not been nourished by the blood evil for a long time, it feels that this time they may really be generally upgraded to one and a half levels... So I wanted to find experience packs again, and I saw the camp next to me trembling.

Fortunately, Xue Canghai was not stupid. He knew what Zhao Changhe was thinking and restrained these lawless people. So everyone had nothing to do but lift stone pillars in the military camp and work up their energy and blood, which was in full swing.

In fact, it may be that the rain comes after a long drought. The effect is good. If you really kill too many people, you may not have any experience. Xue Canghai himself felt that there was little benefit in killing him, and he also recognized Zhao Changhe's explanation of the Blood God's meaning.

The Blood Fiend thing is almost enough. It is not an endless demand. Don’t put the cart before the horse.

What really needs to be used is the evil of the battlefield... Xue Canghai was also greatly touched by Zhao Changhe's sword strike against Xixiu. He also held the Blood God Sword and simulated the meaning of the sword in the camp, as if he had some understanding.

"Old Xue, Old Xue." Zhao Changhe opened the tent and entered, quite pleased: "The restraints are good. I thought I would see a pack of evil wolves."

"Aren't these a bunch of hungry wolves now? They are all starving." Xue Canghai was not angry.

"Not bad, not bad, there will be a chance to fight soon."

"Maitreya has been destroyed, right?"

"Are we in a bad position?" Zhao Changhe said with a smile: "We have decided, okay, let you be the commander-in-chief of Xiangyang's troops?"

Xue Canghai: "?"

You say I am a copycat leader on Wushan Mountain, how come...

"Um..." Xue Canghai's tone became more refined: "With my background, well, I haven't learned any art of war, so I'm afraid..."

"It's okay, learn slowly." Zhao Changhe said: "Also, I want to ask, there should be brothers who are not willing to be soldiers, and prefer martial arts. So, do you want to be a demon-suppressing officer? I think Professor Sun is very good at it. Suitable."

Xue Canghai’s eyes turned into circles.

Is this recruitment?

But the imperial court doesn’t even have an edict. Will our move count? Or is it just what you say?

Yes... he seems to be the prince, the only one.

"We have agreed, whether you are a soldier or a demon suppressor, the rules must be changed and your temperament must be changed. If you are still the same as before, don't do it if you can't do it. Don't make everyone look bad."

Xue Canghai hesitated for a long time. He originally wanted to ask you if you have decided to be the emperor, but when the words came to his mouth, he felt that asking too directly seemed uncultured and inconsistent with his current status. Then he held it back again, and his face turned purple before he managed to say: "What...are you going to do next?"

Zhao Changhe looked to the sky: "Learn medicine from others and teach me how to treat her."

Xue Canghai: "??"

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I took Sun Jiaoxi and a few others who were unwilling to fight as the main soldiers to the Zhenmo Division. In the distrustful eyes of the Zhenmo Division, I took out a sign and publicly announced that Sun Jiaoxi had become the director of Xiangyang Zhenmo Division. The process was extremely unreliable. The power of the imperial court was secretly transferred to each other, and the demon sect gangsters were turned into policemen. Zhao Changhe sneaked back to the prefect's mansion with a guilty conscience and a bad debt on his forehead.

No matter how unreliable it is, there is an adult backing it, so whatever.

It's just a matter of expediency. Judging from Teacher Sun's unwillingness, he may not want to do this job... Anyway, there are no people in the security department. Let's do it first, and we won't talk about it until the time comes.

Look at this, does the chaotic Xiangyang suddenly look more normal?

We have money and food. We are on the way and will be there soon.

The missing manpower has also been found, and the army that is riddled with holes has also been led by someone.

No need to worry about night makeup anymore, you can just study medicine properly.

What this apprentice did was so filial that it moved heaven, and Daxia shed tears when he heard it...

Zhao Changhe sighed to himself as he entered the backyard of the prefect's mansion, where the sound of the piano could be faintly heard. He slowed his pace and listened carefully, frowning slightly.

My level is just average. Maybe it’s because I have been influenced by the Heavenly Book of the Way of Nature and my vision is high, but I don’t really have much time to practice the piano in the evening makeup, so my level is poor?

When I walked to the back of the yard and looked around, I saw Baoqin playing the piano.

Zhao Changhe: "..."

It turns out to be you, then it’s okay.

My eyes searched around, and I saw Tang Wanzhuang lying on the side of the pavilion, supporting his forehead with one hand, and holding a scroll in the other hand, looking at it. Behind him were rockery mountains and flowing water, just like the fairy in the painting, who stood up in a daze. , holding the scroll and reading leisurely.

Zhao Changhe's heart skipped a beat.

It's really beautiful.

The temperament is so perfect, it’s so exciting, even the sound of the piano is moving. The little girl plays so leisurely, which matches the scene very well. It’s not bad.

"Hold the piano." Tang Wanzhuang was still reading, without raising his eyelids, and said leisurely: "Give him the piano."

"Zheng!" The sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and he stammered: "Miss, he, he..."

"I won't break you~" Tang Wanzhuang lengthened her tone and coaxed a child: "If it breaks again this time, you go and flick his face to death."

Zhao Changhe secretly said that fortunately you were talking about face-slapping, I thought...

Baoqin stood up reluctantly and looked at him warily: "Be gentle!"

Zhao Changhe said helplessly: "I have a lot of things I want to report to you."

"Since you are fully responsible for helping me recover, I will not listen to this."

"What should I do if something goes wrong? I feel guilty and don't know if I can do it."

"Can it be worse than being possessed by Maitreya before?" Tang Wanzhuang smiled slightly: "Sit down, I want to hear whether you have practiced the piano these days."

"I'm here to study medicine, can I put aside playing the piano?"

Tang Wanzhuang ignored him and continued to focus on the book.

I have forgotten some things, and I must seize the time to review a few more pages of medical books to avoid missing anything. Will I tell you?

Zhao Changhe thought that this sister was confident and unhurried, so he was in awe. He sat down by the piano and pressed the strings and asked, "Which song do you want to listen to?"

"Whichever song you are most familiar with is that one." Tang Wanzhuang said: "You never know a few songs, what are you pretending to be here..."

Zhao Changhe was very helpless. He really didn’t know a few songs. The one he was most familiar with was probably "Mountains and Flowing Water". When Tang Wanzhuang taught him how to play the piano, he mainly taught this kind of music. Taste with other meanings. Letting him play again now seems like a repeated warning...

But the warning at this time is meaningless to the bear.

Zhao Changhe stretched out his fingers to lightly pluck the strings, and the melody of "Mountains and Flowing Waters" sounded slightly unfamiliar to his fingertips.

Baoqin curled his lips, Zhenna.

Peeking at the young lady, she seemed to still be smiling.

It’s over.

While I was sulking, I heard his unfamiliar tune becoming more familiar. He held the piano and said "Huh" and pricked up his ears.

Proficiency is actually limited, mainly because people like him who study martial arts can now do whatever they want, whether it is **** changes or strength control. Doing these things is indeed easy to learn, just like learning medicine should be easy. But the artistic conception is quite impressive, as if you can really feel the majestic mountains, flowing springs, blue sky, and refreshing sky from his piano music. It has a leisurely and open-minded sense of the world, which is fascinating.

Baoqin has never learned to play the piano since he was in elementary school. How did he do this?

Tang Wanzhuang's eyes involuntarily moved away from the page and fell on the side of his face.

The figures in the environment, sitting cross-legged and playing the piano by the stream, gradually overlap and fit together.

That's who he is...always has been.

I originally thought that the level of playing the piano was just what I imagined and expected, but unexpectedly, he actually has such a level... Although he has not practiced and his skills are rusty, his artistic conception is broad and lofty, which is his innate talent. The Qi, combined with the way of natural mountains and rivers that he had observed and understood from nowhere, has begun to gradually become his own thing.

Even the essence of martial arts is here.

The mountain is thousands of feet high and strong and tenacious. The water flows thousands of miles and is unstoppable.

Everyone can see something different from nature, and that is his intention, so that the sound of running water in the mountains becomes roaring, the running water turns into a waterfall, geese crow in the sky, and people stand on top.

In the valley below, there are orchids blooming.

That is the meaning of the ending of the sound of the piano. Who is the orchid in the valley looking at from a high place pointing to?

The sound of the piano gradually stopped, Bao Qin's eyes changed, and Tang Wanzhuang's eyes also became intense. Neither of them expected that after not seeing each other for a long time, his demeanor had changed to this. How could he still look like the bear in his memory?

Through the mountains and rivers, we are already close friends.

Zhao Changhe turned to look at Tang Wanzhuang and smiled softly: "Originally I wanted to play more slowly, but unknowingly it became more exciting... It feels like it's not very suitable for your state, so let Bao Qin do it. ”

Tang Wanzhuang blurted out: "If you don't listen to her, I'm tired of hearing it. I want to listen to you."

Baoqin opened his mouth and closed it again.

Zhao Changhe stood up, walked to her and sat down: "Don't make trouble, it's important to study medicine."

"Okay." Tang Wanzhuang put the traditional Chinese medicine book into his hand with some frustration: "This is the first volume of "Shen Nong's Materia Medica". You first search according to the pictures and learn the appearance and characteristics of each medicinal material. Remember all the results and I will test you later."

Zhao Changhe turned over the thick medicinal scriptures with a green face, and the dead memory of the college entrance examination repeatedly attacked his soul. It has been how long since he studied, how can he finish memorizing it? It seems like this is just the first one, there are many more, right?

When people are in trouble, they want to be lazy. Zhao Changhe's heart suddenly moved, and he suddenly had a whim - what would happen if the pictures in the Medicine Sutra were connected with the second page of the Heavenly Book?

If the second page is the way of nature, are medicinal materials relevant? Is it possible to have a more clear analysis of medicinal materials, similar to the slow frame rate analysis of martial arts?

By extension, if Xuanwu's "Mountains and Rivers Picture" is also thrown into it, what will happen?