Zhao Changhe thought that Gusu was in chaos and the Tang family was in a mess. Neither the aunt nor the nephew of the Tang family had time to come over. He himself had not recovered from his injuries and it seemed that there was really nothing he could do.
I wanted to chat with Sisi more, but I didn't want to ask her directly about the situation of the Ancient Spirit Tribe. As a result, everyone was hiding something from each other, which was very awkward. It seemed that it would be better to hide in the room and tell stories.
It can be regarded as a rare rest time since the time travel. The pace of the past six months has been too fast. Looking back, I feel really exhausted.
Seeing that Zhao Changhe agreed, Sisi was very happy and ran away.
When she appeared again, she had changed into a maid's clothes. As expected, her waist was not exposed and she was wrapped tightly.
Then she happily pulled him to sit next to the coffee table and took out some bottles and jars like she was presenting treasures: "This disguise is actually nothing big. It's just a special material made with a relatively secret formula. When you apply it on your face, it looks exactly like real skin! If you are skilled, you can match different skin colors. It is the basis for pretending to be someone else. If you don't want to pretend to be someone else, just cover up your scars or something. It's all done once you learn the formula."
Zhao Changhe poked his head out to look: "It really doesn't smell good. Is it easy to find the raw materials?"
"It's not easy to find, but you are afraid of this with the Tang family as your backing? You can get as much as you want." Sisi sniffed, suddenly put away the things, and said with her slender hand: "Give me some money."
Zhao Changhe: “?”
Sisi said confidently, "I have no money. You put the banknotes in front of me several times. Do you know how hard it was for me not to take them away?"
Zhao Changhe laughed dumbly: "Giving you money, is it considered as keeping you as a mistress or as a regular fee for a maid?"
Sisi's eyes moved, and she said in a charming voice: "Now I have to give an explanation to the Tang family about my identity, so how about I really be your maid? But this maid is a bit expensive..."
Zhao Changhe took out a thousand taels of silver and stuffed it in: "Is it enough for ten days?"
Sisi snatched the banknote and muttered, "It's only been ten days... Three days were deducted before."
Zhao Changhe really didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Hey, you really have become my maid now, do you know that? Don't you have any dignity?"
"What's wrong with being a maid? What else can the master do except teasing her with his mouth?"
"… I think you have forgotten some painful past events?"
Sisi stiffened her neck and said, "I don't remember! Okay, let's continue with the disguise. Do you just want to change your appearance so that you can't be recognized and do something secretive, or do you want to learn to the extent of dressing up as someone else?"
"I don't want to live my life in front of others. I'm just stupid..." Facing Sisi's gaze that quickly turned dangerous, Zhao Changhe hurriedly made amends: "Uh, no, I'm very smart..."
Sisi glared at him and Zhao Changhe raised his hands in surrender.
Sisi snorted: "Making up to look like someone else is the highest achievement of disguise. It's not just a matter of makeup skills, it also involves character acting. This is art, and it's in no way inferior to martial arts! Who are you calling stupid?"
Zhao Changhe laughed and said, "I know why Ye Wuzong was not angry after you stole things from the Daomen. I think you are his true Taoist heir. Ji Chengkong obviously doesn't have the same passion as you."
Sisi was stunned for a moment, her eyes slightly hesitant, and after a while she said, "So why don't you like it?"
Zhao Changhe said calmly: "I just feel that no one is qualified for me to play him."
"..." Sisi twitched her lips and didn't bother to pay attention to him. What kind of knife matches what kind of person, both the person and the knife think they are overbearing. Sisi thinks this is called... can't describe it, but it's a pity that she doesn't know the word "zhongni".
"Okay, okay, okay. I just need to cover up my facial features. I'll just give you the secret recipe. Now, should I tell you the story?"
“…Okay.” Zhao Changhe also felt that when the disguise formula was changed from sword intent to story, this guy actually prioritized the story over sword intent. He was really stupid.
Both of them have a full and correct understanding of each other.
Sisi couldn't understand what he meant, but she was very happy to see that he agreed. She busied herself boiling water and making tea. She stared at him with her chin in her hand, with watery eyes, waiting for him to start telling a story.
Zhao Changhe found her look quite funny, like a little girl who had never seen the world and lived in a mountain valley... Come to think of it, how big a territory and how many people could her ancient spirit tribe have? I'm afraid that my ears have become calloused by the stories of gods and demons passed down from generation to generation. There is no way it can compare to the richness and diversity of the current Shenzhou humanities, not to mention the modern novels.
"This story begins with a man named Duan..." Zhao Changhe did not intend to tell the whole story as it would be too long. He only wanted to briefly mention the story of Duan Yu.
It turns out that Sisi takes Duan Yu's story more seriously than he thought: "The Duan family of Dali is recorded in the history of Jiyuan."
Zhao Changhe was stunned for a moment before he remembered that the history of the Ji Yuan period included Yao, Shun, Yu, King Cui of Qinghe and Langya, and various poems and chapters were also circulated. He didn't know what kind of strange historical mixture it was, and it was not surprising that there was the Duan family of Dali.
Sisi whispered to herself: "That piece of land... is where we once... "
He seemed to come to his senses halfway through his speech and stopped talking. However, Zhao Changhe understood that the Guling tribe might be the descendants of the Miao people from the southwest in the last era, and they were refining Gu… This time, Sisi made the Duan family's story even stronger. Zhao Changhe had no choice but to give up his plan to skimp on it and tell the story from the beginning.
This was a troublesome topic, as they talked until noon before they got to the point where Jiumozhi captured Duan Yu and went to Yanziwu.
The more Zhao Changhe talked, the better he felt his memory was getting. He had read the original Tian Long novel many years ago, and in recent years he had read a lot of fan fiction, especially those with some color... He should have forgotten most of the specific story lines, but the more he talked, the smoother it became, and all kinds of details that should have been forgotten naturally popped out of his mind.
Sisi listened very carefully.
Only when she said that Duan Yu ran away because he refused to learn his own martial arts, her eyes narrowed slightly, and then there was no other expression on her face. She quietly made tea for him to soothe his throat, without saying a word from beginning to end.
Even when Ah Zhu, the maid who could disguise herself, appeared, Sisi's expression didn't change at all, which made Zhao Changhe wonder if she was distracted. He couldn't help but ask, "Hey, are you listening?"
“I’m listening.”
“It’s hard to tell a story without someone to support you…”
Sisi smiled slightly: "This story is very good, as long as you don't always fantasize about the aphrodisiac in the dungeon..."
"That's not what I imagined."
"You suspected my origins and even took the trouble to make up such a story. Your literary talent is really amazing." Sisi laughed more and more teasingly: "But I have to say that you did guess a lot of things."
Zhao Changhe was stunned: "What and what?"
"Duan Yu is me, Ah Zhu is me, and Jiumozhi who stole martial arts from various schools is also me. Isn't it tiring for you to go through so much trouble to insinuate?"
"Grass?"
"Are you still thinking that I have to kowtow to you a thousand times before I can learn your strengths, Brother God, you are so shameless."
Zhao Changhe's eyes became circles.
Fortunately, you didn't interrupt me when I was telling the story, otherwise how could the story continue? You made me forget what the original book was like, and I can't go back...
"Hey, Murong Fu hasn't even appeared yet, but we've heard from all sides that he's extraordinary and has outstanding martial arts skills. Could this be the Tang Buqi in your mind? Or is it Tang Wanzhuang?"
"No, if you keep going on like this, the Tang family will be killed by you. The Murong family is a traitor." Zhao Changhe was almost crying: "Can I not tell this story? I was wrong. I will teach you swordsmanship, I will teach you swordsmanship."
“Don’t you have to kowtow a thousand times?”
"No, really no need..."
"Hee..." Sisi whispered softly, "Brother God..."
Zhao Changhe just wanted to buy a piece of tofu and kill himself.
But Tang Wanzhuang's voice came from outside the window: "Mr. Zhao, what is the name of this story?"
Zhao Changhe calmed down and said, "The Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils."
"This is a Buddhist term, and Asura is one of these eight groups... If it corresponds to the people in the story, who is Asura? Is this Asura bloodthirsty?"
Zhao Changhe covered his face.
Tang Wanzhuang added: "That prince who lives in the underworld has many beauties, and most of them are quite evil. Are they really all his sisters?"
Can you have a fight with Sisi to decide who Duan Yu is referring to
Could you please stop distracting me? You guys have been messing with me so much that I have completely forgotten the original work.
Sisi was really unhappy, she stood up with her hands on her hips and said, "We are master and servant telling a story, what is the chief master doing without anything to do, why are you eavesdropping outside!"
Tang Wanzhuang chuckled and said, "It's noon. Wanzhuang is hosting a banquet in her courtyard and would like to invite Master Zhao to have a chat. We have some serious business to discuss. Miss, your immortal brother, please lend me your time for an hour."
(End of this chapter)