Zhao Changhe rode back to Yangzhou City in a trance.
The matter of transforming the meridians was too important to him, so his mind was more confused than usual, and he was distracted all the way. It was not until he returned to the city and the hustle and bustle of the city came into his ears, lingering and lingering, that he woke up and secretly criticized himself for not being calm enough.
So don’t laugh at how stupid others are for believing in cults. It just depends on whether it touches on the things that you care about most.
In fact, if you think about it carefully, you will know that even Cui Wenjing, who has a huge influence, believes that it is something that cannot be changed without natural materials and treasures, and Tang Wanzhuang, who controls the country's martial arts resources, avoids talking about it. How can such a martial arts sect easily solve it? Even if it can, the price is basically unbearable.
Either they really have some treasure, but you have to be a complete dog before they can let you use this resource, which is less likely; the more likely possibility is that it is pure deception, and when you ask for something, your defenses will be slowly pried open, and you will slide into the abyss step by step, unable to struggle free.
Last night I overheard Wan Dongliu talking to Gui Gong, and they mentioned practicing secret control techniques. Combined with what they said today, "someone will come to teach you the Dharma", it's basically true that a goddess will come to accompany you to teach and impart semen... Since you have something to ask for, you naturally won't refuse it forcefully.
Then this kind of dual cultivation and sexual intercourse secret technique usually has the effect of controlling the soul, or has a way to make you extremely obsessed and unable to leave, most of the time it is this kind of routine.
Zhao Changhe smiled self-deprecatingly, it seems that he still has some value...
While he was thinking, a shout suddenly came from the upper right side: "Is the man riding a horse under the bridge the bloodthirsty Shura Zhao Changhe?"
Zhao Changhe turned around and saw a restaurant. There were no walls, doors or windows upstairs. It was an open hall for guests to drink and enjoy the view. A young man was standing on the railing, looking sideways at the bottom, as if he was very disdainful.
Wan Dongliu ran up behind the young man and pulled him anxiously: "Brother Tang, brother Tang, harmony brings wealth..."
It looked like Wan Dongliu had invited this guy to dinner, but when he saw him walking under the Zhao Changhe Bridge, he went crazy and came to provoke him.
Zhao Changhe said calmly: "It's Zhao Changhe, but not some Shura. Who are you?"
The young man said proudly: "Gusu Tang Buqi."
"Got it." Zhao Changhe waved his hand: "You are twenty-four years old, and you are a potential dragon. You should learn more from your sister and stop drinking and having sex."
"Sister?" The young man choked for a moment and said woodenly, "Master Tang is my cousin."
"Cough, cough, cough, cough..." Zhao Changhe almost choked on his own saliva. Cui Yuanyang flashed through his mind. He wondered why she didn't have an older generation. It would be fun to have a bunch of white-bearded grandfathers calling her aunt. Well, maybe there really is one, but I just haven't seen it.
The thought of going off the topic flashed through his mind, and he said jokingly, "Good boy, nephew. Yangzhou is a place for adults to play. Go back and drink milk."
Tang Buqi was furious: "How dare you, you rebellious man, speak nonsense! Look at the sword!"
A stream of spring water fell from the sky and headed straight for Zhao Changhe on his horse.
The railings upstairs were crowded with people, and pedestrians around stopped and looked up.
This is a battle between the heroes on the Hidden Dragon Ranking! It's a rare sight!
"Brother Wan." Someone in the restaurant said, "How come Mr. Tang's sword looks so slow? I can dodge it."
Wan Dongliu smiled and sipped his wine without answering.
In fact, there was no need to answer, because the man hadn't finished speaking when the Dragon Bird on Zhao Changhe's back suddenly came out of its sheath and slashed at the edge of Tang Buqi's sword. Although they were only a few inches apart, there was a sudden crisp sound of metal clashing.
When he looked closely, the sword and the knife clearly hit each other directly, as if Tang Buqi had temporarily changed the direction of his sword and let Zhao Changhe chop him.
There was an instant uproar in the restaurant.
Few people could understand this mere fight between the fourth level of Xuanguan!
Tang Buqi couldn't hold on in mid-air, and flew back, landing steadily on the railing of the restaurant. He stared sharply at Zhao Changhe below, and the disdain in his eyes disappeared, becoming extremely solemn.
This person can actually see through Chunshui's swordsmanship at a glance... I don't know if his sword moves are an illusion, but how come they contain a bit of the Tang family's intention
The man who had asked Wan Dongliu why the sword seemed so slow had long been speechless, knowing full well that if he took the sword, his throat would probably be a bloody hole. He looked at Tang Buqi's back with some awe, and whispered to Wan Dongliu: "Brother Wan, how do you explain this sword and this knife?"
Wan Dongliu said with a smile: "The Spring Water Sword Technique is so radiant and unpredictable. You really can see the way. You are also potential dragons. Moreover, Brother Tang's sword has its own unique style and has the style of a master. Even if I were to take it, I would be very embarrassed."
When Tang Buqi heard this, he turned around and nodded slightly, indicating that he accepted the compliment.
After all, he was forced back by a knife in the scene, and everyone knew that he was at a disadvantage. He felt embarrassed after hearing what Wan Dongliu said.
Wan Dongliu added, "Brother Zhao's sword can break through illusions and go straight to the essence. This is the fighting acumen gained from bloody battles in the martial arts world. It is incomparable to ordinary people. If you and I were in their shoes, we would not be able to do it so easily. What is even more valuable is that Brother Zhao seems to have seen the way to combine hardness and softness. In my opinion, this potential dragon is too low and needs to be ranked higher."
Zhao Changhe looked up at him and smiled to show his appreciation.
You are helping me to show off... Otherwise I don't want to hurt Tang Wanzhuang's nephew. This knife doesn't look that powerful, and I can't pretend to be cool. Isn't it nice to have an amazed passerby explaining it... Although I don't know if this guy's last sentence has some malicious intention of reminding others that Zhao Changhe is no longer the same as before, it's hard to judge.
Zhao Changhe changed his mind, smiled and rode away: "My nephew, this sword is good, it still needs to be refined."
Tang Buqi shouted angrily: "If I hear you speak disrespectfully to my elders again, I will never stop until you and I die!"
It turns out that because I had talked bad about his aunt a few times in the past, this kid came to make trouble for the dignity of his elders... Your aunt herself doesn't care, why are you so fussy about it... But this reason is okay. Zhao Changhe waved his hand indifferently, rode his horse leisurely across the bridge, and disappeared into the streets in the blink of an eye.
I found out that I had overestimated these young masters. Not long after I left, a middle-aged man stopped me at the end of the street and said, "There is a wanted criminal riding a horse through the busy streets, fighting with knives... You should come with us back to the Demon Suppression Division."
"..." Tang Buqi didn't bother to argue, but secretly ordered the Demon Suppression Division to arrest him. What kind of urban novel did he enter? Zhao Changhe was speechless.
I had originally planned to find the Demon Suppression Division to inquire about the situation, but I couldn't openly ask them where the Demon Suppression Division was going, so I couldn't do it. It seems that there is no need to do it this time, as the Demon Suppression Division here may not be that reliable.
"My wanted order has been revoked, and my identity is no different from that of an ordinary person. If I fight with a knife, I will be arrested, so what is the point of Tang Buqi provoking me with a sword? Is the Demon Suppression Division the imperial court's Demon Suppression Division, or the Tang family's Demon Suppression Division?"
The middle-aged man was a little embarrassed. He looked around at the onlookers in the distance and could only say, "Your Excellency's wanted order was revoked because it was a face-saving measure for the Cui family. It does not mean that you have been pardoned. Besides, you were born a bandit. Why did you enter the city? It is our duty to ask you clearly."
"I entered the city for two reasons: first, Yangzhou's romance, and second, Jiangnan's characters." Zhao Changhe reined in his horse and changed his route, not bothering to pay attention: "Now I've seen them all. The romance is commendable, but the characters are average."
The middle-aged man sighed helplessly, and suddenly transmitted his secret message: "The Maitreya Sect has a spiritual illusion that will make you feel that the person is close and reliable. Remember to be careful and don't trust them easily."
Zhao Changhe was stunned for a moment, still looking indignant, and rode away on his horse.
It turned out that this person was Tang Wanzhuang's true confidant, and he probably knew her identity as a "spy". He also wanted to communicate with her but had no chance. By complying with Mr. Tang's dandy request, he could come and meet her openly.
This city... It seems like everyone is so tired of living, no matter they are good or evil, they are all acting.
Dark clouds gathered in the sky, making it hard for everyone to breathe.
However, Yue Hongling followed Zhao Changhe all the way into the city. When Zhao Changhe was harassed by Tang Buqi, she did not want to be discovered by Wan Dongliu and others and followed him, so after a moment of hesitation, she went to Xiaoxiang Pavilion first.
After a brief investigation, they soon discovered several women with a strong Maitreya sect aura, who were changing clothes and laughing.
One of them was particularly tall and handsome, with a little makeup on her face, and she looked very heroic. Several procuresses smiled and put on a red warrior outfit for her, tied her ponytail, and straightened her clothes: "Look at this, isn't she just like Yue Hongling?"
Guessing that this must be the so-called Flower-Picking Goddess, Yue Hongling had to admit that she really looked like it.
The Flower-picking Goddess said, "It's mainly because this kind of heroic spirit is a little hard to learn. We are not that type... Besides, if we really get along with him, what kind of posture should we have? We can't hide it."
"It doesn't matter. He is preoccupied with meridians right now. If the woman he secretly loves comforts and teaches him, he will only sink into it more seriously. Besides, he doesn't know what Yue Hongling looks like in bed. Even if you are so charming, it's because you like him."
Yue Hongling: “…”
This is intolerable. Not only are you pretending, you are actually planning to let Zhao Changhe think that he is having sex with Yue Hongling!
The Flower-picking Fairy sorted it out, looked in the mirror, and said with a smile, "They do look alike. Even I can hardly tell them apart."
Everyone laughed. "Besides, how well can he really know Yue Hongling? Once the secret technique is used and a little guidance is given, he won't be able to tell the difference. It is said that he is being stopped by Tang Buqi at the bridge and they are fighting. You might as well go to his room and wait. Once the door is opened, the girl you have a crush on will be sitting there. I guess the young man's heart will melt."
A group of people smiled and sent the Flower-Picking Goddess into Zhao Changhe's room, then dispersed.
The Flower-Picking Goddess practiced a few poses in the room, trying to find the feeling of Yue Hongling. Suddenly, her eyes blurred and there seemed to be another Yue Hongling in the mirror.
She turned her head in horror, and suddenly everything went dark in front of her eyes, and she lost consciousness.
Zhao Changhe returned to Xiaoxiang Pavilion with a lot on his mind and opened the door of his room.
Yue Hongling was sitting at the table drinking by herself. When she saw him come in, she smiled and said, "Are you back?"
Damn, this illusion thief is so similar! Zhao Changhe's heart was beating wildly, this guy is too much like Yue Hongling!
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PS: Let’s add ~12 o’clock tonight.
(End of this chapter)