Zhao Changhe pondered over and over again that finger, thinking secretly.
If we consider it from this aspect, the reproduction of the image of the gold foil to the level of the Earth Ranking is actually of little significance, because it can only reproduce the techniques and moves, but it is impossible to show you how other people's skills work and how they achieve the wonderful effect of light refraction.
But it does not mean that it has no value. At least the technique, angle and even the coordination of the whole body of this sword-wielding technique are all art and are worth studying carefully.
Her gentle way, the meaning of spring water...
Zhao Changhe watched it over and over again, his hands unconsciously imitating the meaning of the sword. He always felt as if he could learn something, but he couldn't master it for a while.
After all, it was contrary to his usual practice.
But as long as he can really learn a little bit of that meaning, his swordsmanship should be able to make great progress.
This lasted for three or four hours, and he could even remember the fingerprints on Tang Wanzhuang's jade fingers clearly. Zhao Changhe was suddenly shocked - when he saw the battle between himself and Han Wubing before, it was only a vague image, but now it was becoming clearer and clearer, so clear that he could even see the soft light in Tang Wanzhuang's eyes.
Does this mean that... as time goes by, the gold foil is slowly recovering
Uh... I've never watched a movie in this world for such a long time. He stared at every angle and posture of Tang Wanzhuang's body for several hours. Fortunately, no one saw it, otherwise he would be such a pervert.
I didn't expect that the person who was most familiar with her body details was not Chi Chi, but Tang Wanzhuang. If she knew about this, how could I face people...
Zhao Changhe covered his face, packed his belongings and went out, unable to stay any longer.
Studying slowly on the way...
"Let's go." He touched the head of the Snow-Walking Horse: "Jiangnan."
When going out, it is customary to fill the wine gourd.
Watching the waiter filling the wine, Zhao Changhe was a little absent-minded and a little self-deprecating.
In fact, during this meeting, Xia Chichi didn't pay any attention to the gourd from beginning to end. She didn't actually remember this wine gourd that she bought casually, nor did she think that after Zhao Changhe had gone through so many bloody battles, the gourd was still intact. She thought it had been replaced long ago.
It's just that I keep building barriers for myself, which is a joke.
But it doesn’t matter. Commemoration is your own business, not something you do for her to see.
As long as the gourd is not broken, it will always be there.
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If the location of Gu Jian Lake is compared with the geography of the world that Zhao Changhe is familiar with, it is roughly somewhere between the south of the Huai River and the north of the Yangtze River. Unfortunately, this world does not seem to have the Huai River, an extremely important north-south watershed in the world.
However, various large and small river systems still spread throughout the area, with crisscrossing waterways, and a Grand Canal running from the capital directly to the south of the Yangtze River. Along the rivers and coasts, it was extremely prosperous, with large and small gangs and sects such as the Cao Gang and the Salt Gang dominating this land.
However, this is the paper impression Zhao Changhe felt when browsing books and various humanities introductions.
When he actually rode south, what Zhao Changhe felt was a thousand miles of desolation.
I just came out of the prosperous Qinghe County and Jianhu City, and I thought the road would become more beautiful and prosperous. As a result, I was more and more shocked to find that I couldn't even compare with Wei County, let alone Qinghe County and Jianhu City. At least I felt the meaning of the fishermen singing late when I crossed the river. Even if it was fake, it was not completely fake. If there was no such scene in the river at ordinary times, they would not choose to pretend in that way, right
But what is this now
After traveling south for several days, Zhao Changhe hadn't seen even a slightly prosperous town. All the villages and towns he passed by were in a dilapidated state. Everyone was pale and thin, wearing tattered clothes, and the thatched huts were so dilapidated that they seemed like they would fall down with a wind.
Is this the scene that should be seen around the canal
Even the remote town on the edge of Beimang wouldn't be this bad...
Looking at the group of skinny and pale bandits who were trying to stop him and rob his horse, Zhao Changhe didn't even want to draw his knife.
Wasn't he also a bandit? He had almost robbed people before... But Luo Qi had already done it.
We just want to survive.
He shook his head, drew his knife and chopped down a small tree nearby, indicating that this was not a good thing to do. In the eyes of the bandits who were quickly becoming terrified, he sighed and said, "I won't kill you... I'll ask you a few questions."
Someone answered carefully: "Uncle, we have no money and no women."
"..." Zhao Changhe pinched his forehead: "Is this Jianghuai? Are you kidding me... Why is this happening?"
"There were floods the year before last, and locust plagues last year. This year is at least a little better, but isn't it the same now during the lean season?" "What about the government? Are they not responsible for providing relief?"
"Yes, they came to collect the head tax yesterday. We just climbed the mountain."
“…” Zhao Changhe looked up at the sky and didn’t speak for a long time.
In fact, it should have been expected. Everyone is saying that "turbulent times are coming", but from what I have seen in the past, apart from the Luojiazhuang massacre, it is difficult to prove where the judgment of this chaotic time comes from. If we only talk about the bloody storm in the rivers and lakes, it feels quite chaotic, but it is far from the real chaotic times.
Only by truly seeing the current scene can one understand what the signs of a collapsing building mean, and realize that the chaos that everyone talks about is definitely not groundless.
This is the Jianghuai area!
Even here it is like this, can we rely on the tourism project of Jianhu City to solve the problem...
Xia Longyuan was clearly a great ruler. The first few decades after the founding of the country should have been a period of prosperity when the country was transitioning from chaos to order. Why did he end up like this
Zhao Changhe recalled Tang Wanzhuang's hard work at her desk, thinking to himself that you are in charge of the affairs of the martial arts world, and no matter how much you do, it will only treat the symptoms and not the root cause. Your efforts are probably meaningless. You want me to be the prince to stabilize the world, but I don't think I have the ability to do so.
Perhaps Chi Chi is right after all. Since the Xia family's empire is rotten, there is no need to protect it.
He thought for a long time, and suddenly asked: "The Cao Gang and the like here should be quite important. You have the strength, why don't you try to join these gangs? Is there any problem with them?"
The bandits looked at each other for a while, and someone said, "We also want to find a job in the Cao Gang, but we have elderly people at home..."
Just as he was saying this, someone ran down the mountain, panting, "Brother, brother! Second uncle has an asthma attack again..."
The bandit's expression changed drastically: "Do you still have the Maitreya Buddha's talisman paper?"
“It’s gone!”
"Quick, go and report to the Buddha, we are joining the religion!"
No one paid any attention to Zhao Changhe, and Zhao Changhe did not try to stop them from joining the Maitreya Sect.
Because such things must be everywhere in Jianghuai, there is no point in stopping them.
And judging from the current situation, Maitreyaism is probably no longer in its early stage of showing kindness and bewitching people. It is probably almost time to reveal its true colors, otherwise these villagers would not have hesitated before joining the religion.
He rode his horse forward silently and gradually came to a river.
There is only a broken boat in the river, and the old fisherman is working hard to catch fish with the net. There is no beautiful boat girl, as that is a dream that only exists in prosperous times.
"Where are you running to, you thief!" a loud shout was heard. Zhao Changhe turned his head and saw a big man with a knife chasing a thin man on the other side of the river. The man was very good at light work. He flipped repeatedly in the air and then touched the water. He actually walked on the water and passed by Zhao Changhe like a flying swallow.
Zhao Changhe was cheering in his heart. He didn't want to care about other people's affairs. God knows who is good and who is bad
As a result, the thin man passed by Zhao Changhe, with a flash of surprise in his eyes, and he actually reached into Zhao Changhe's arms with his skillful hands. He probably noticed the majesty of the horse and thought that the owner of the horse must be very rich.
Zhao Changhe sighed and punched the thin man in the face with his fist as big as a vinegar bowl.
The skinny guy never thought that a random passerby he met turned out to be a figure on the Hidden Dragon List, and he never thought that this punch also had some of the charm of the third place on the Earth List. Even if his lightness skills were very good, he couldn't move in time in mid-air, and was directly beaten all over the face. He screamed and fell back into the river.
The big man over there was also wading towards them. He was overjoyed when he saw this. He stepped forward and kicked the thin man's leg, breaking it.
Zhao Changhe narrowed his eyes and watched his actions without saying anything.
This person is also a ruthless person, and I may not be able to help him much.
The big man bowed and smiled, "Thank you for your help, brother! I am Wan Dongliu from the Cao Gang. May I know your name?"
Caobang...
Zhao Changhe didn't plan to deal with the Cao Gang for the time being. Just as he was about to brush it off, he heard the thief holding his broken leg and screaming: "I, I remember... Black horse and white hooves, strange broadsword, scar on face, you, you are the bloodthirsty Shura Zhao Changhe!"
Zhao Changhe, who had been in a melancholy mood, suddenly lost all his emotions and was so distracted that he almost fell off his horse.
Wait, wait, what did you call me
I'll give you money now, can you change this crappy nickname
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