Sisi was very angry. She was telling a story but was interrupted. Just when the maid who could disguise herself appeared, the fairy brother was kidnapped.
What’s infuriating is that I really can’t follow her. Even Zhao Changhe’s maid can’t do it.
She had been exposed as a maid in the Tang family, and the real maid had been rescued from the woodshed. She had starved for two days in vain. If Zhao Changhe hadn't reminded her, she might have starved to death. The Tang family didn't cause trouble for her because she seemed to have helped a little. How could they let such a person of unknown origin stand by and listen to Tang Wanzhuang and Zhao Changhe's "business discussion"
Fortunately, Zhao Changhe knew how to behave himself. He did not follow Tang Wanzhuang directly. Instead, he taught her the Spirit Fox Sword Skill first, so that she had something to practice and something to do.
This sword intent is just the basics. Sisi couldn't figure out how Zhao Changhe figured it out while practicing it, but she had to say that it was very suitable for her and very similar to her way. It was an excellent supplement to her martial arts.
Sisi suddenly thought that Zhao Changhe's story was probably intended to warn her. Both the Murong family and Jiumozhi seemed to be heading towards being villains, and there was probably not much meaning in their collecting martial arts from hundreds of schools. Only the ones that suited them were the best. In the future, they should not lurk around and steal things... That's about it.
Sisi sighed, it’s different.
No matter how smart Zhao Changhe was and how good he was at analyzing and solving cases, he still missed some things.
But can you explain it to him
As Sisi was practicing, she subconsciously looked through the door at the head of the bed. The Blood Evil Bead was thrown there casually and was just taken away. She remembered Zhao Changhe's casual attitude last night. We all got the treasure together. If you want it, take it. If you don't want it, I'll keep it. This is the basic rule in our Zhaocuo.
But that's because these beads are not very suitable for everyone, so it is like this.
The Sword Emperor's Tomb may not be the same. Some things... everyone wants.
Even if he was willing to give in, the Demon Suppression Division would not do so. This was no longer a matter between the two of them.
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There was no one else in Tang Wanzhuang's waterside pavilion either.
She just stood there holding her zither, alertly, looking at Zhao Changhe with her eyes rolling around, especially at his scar, and then curled her lips.
No matter how you look at it, Baoqin feels that the young lady and this man have nothing in common.
Although he is now a little more dignified and less rough than when they first met in Jianhu City, it may be that his experience in solving cases in Yangzhou and Gusu has made him more restrained, but he still has a strong murderous aura and is full of blood. The way he walks with big strides always makes people feel like a tiger is pouncing on them.
But the young lady was as gentle as water, and her steps were as light as floating clouds. The two of them walked side by side, and the picture had an extreme contrast between movement and stillness, with the tiger roaring and the mountain breeze blowing gently, and there was a strong sense of tearing.
"Please sit down." Tang Wanzhuang gestured with her hand, and the two sat opposite each other.
The dishes on the table were simple, simpler than the ones Tang Buqi had treated him to before, but Zhao Changhe felt quite comfortable instead. He didn't hesitate to pick up the bowl and started eating, saying, "What business do you want to talk about? The Tomb of the Sword Emperor?"
"Well, let's wait until you recover from your injury. There's no rush." Tang Wanzhuang smiled and said, "You've always been in a hurry, doing one thing and rushing to the next. Don't you have any intention of slowing down and taking a rest?"
"Yes, I was telling stories and drinking tea with the little maid, and you invited me to talk about 'business'. You are the one who talked about business..."
"It's not necessarily what you do outside that counts as serious business..." Tang Wanzhuang said, "For example, did you think about the bead yesterday?"
"Well, the foul air is mixed with all kinds of messy negative energy gathered together. It's not suitable for me to use. It's more suitable for some magicians who practice this kind of negative emotion skills, right? But do you have a way to block these mixed air and extract the evil energy and blood alone?"
"Yes, this is the real thing." Tang Wanzhuang said, "I couldn't think of any ideas yesterday, but after thinking about it all night, I came back and found some ideas."
Zhao Changhe thought to himself that the blind man said that you are not weak, so there must be a way, and it turned out to be true. It is really amazing that the blind man said that you are not weak. At least her understanding of martial arts should be beyond the level of Maitreya. The reason why the fight is almost the same should be due to the illness. I wonder if she will be at the level of the Heavenly Ranking after she recovers from the illness
He humbly asked for advice, "I came to Gusu mainly for this evil spirit-raising item. If I want to quickly improve my blood evil power, I can't do without it. Since Maitreya handed it over to me, I am a little disappointed that I can't use it. What do you think, Master?"
Tang Wanzhuang said: "Do you remember I once told you that if you are willing to learn to play the piano and paint, it will be good for you?"
Zhao Changhe: "Uh..."
"You are violent and ferocious in battle, like a tiger, which is good for fighting but not good for cultivation. At present, your cultivation seems to be unstoppable, and you can see that there is no one faster than you in the world. In fact, there are hidden dangers in your foundation, and it is not solid. And you are still eager to continue to cultivate your evil spirits and move forward... Forgive me for being frank, but if you continue like this, sooner or later you will be stuck at the threshold of the eighth or ninth level and feel miserable, because you really lack sedimentation and accumulation - this accumulation is not only in the skills, but also in the techniques." Zhao Changhe was silent for a moment, then sighed, "In fact, I also know in my heart that I am too anxious and lack sedimentation. But many things before were pushed forward, one after another, and I didn't have time to settle down."
Tang Wanzhuang picked up a bowl of lotus seed soup and drank it slowly: "That time in Jianhu City, you could have stayed a little longer to practice. Han Wubing is your good friend, you should have sharpened your skills together and promoted each other, why did you leave in such a hurry?"
Zhao Changhe was stunned for a moment and scratched his head.
He had forgotten why he left in such a hurry, as if if he left later, he should leave too...
Or maybe he was just avoiding her, Tang Wanzhuang, and didn't want to see her more often
Oh, it seems like you just got the gold foil and don’t want to stay in such a complicated place for too long
I have forgotten what I was thinking at the time. Anyway, I left in a hurry, as if something was biting me from behind.
Perhaps it can be said that it is just because of my impetuous mentality that I cannot stay in one place.
Tang Wanzhuang said leisurely: "If Wanzhuang didn't tell you this time, would you be in a hurry to run away after exploring the Sword Emperor's Mausoleum?"
Zhao Changhe could only say: "I forgot what I was thinking at the time. Didn't you give me the task to do?"
This is a scapegoat... Tang Wanzhuang laughed dumbly: "You listen to my orders? Then I will give you a task this time. No matter what the result of the Sword Emperor's Mausoleum is, you stay here for ten more days, how about that?"
Zhao Changhe asked curiously, "Why should I stay here? Do I want to get to know you better? What are you thinking about? Shouldn't we just get rid of our relationship?"
Tang Wanzhuang sighed helplessly: "Personal reputation is not as important as official business... No matter how you look at it, in Wanzhuang's eyes, you are the official business."
Zhao Changhe was silent for a moment, then sighed, "So why did you keep me here?"
"Learn to play the zither, calligraphy, painting, and poetry from me." Tang Wanzhuang smiled slightly: "Perhaps you don't need to learn poetry and calligraphy. You speak eloquently, and the stories you tell are so good that I want to continue listening... It's a pity that you are so knowledgeable, but you show it to others like a fool."
Zhao Changhe was helpless: "Why do you want me to learn these things? Even if I am really a prince, there is no reason to learn these things. It is useless to learn them. Did the history of Jiyuan tell you about Zhao Ji and Li Yu?"
Tang Wanzhuang said seriously: "Your mind needs to slow down, and these things can help you slow down. Concentrate your mind, cultivate your sentiments, and erase your impetuousness, that's all."
Zhao Changhe really didn't want to learn, so he could only say, "You said you had an idea about the beads, but this is the result?"
"This is one of the solutions. Why can hatred, resentment, hostility and other negative things affect your temperament or thoughts? Because your heart is not at peace. I want to teach you the meaning of the Tang family. No matter how the wind blows from all directions or the spring water flows slowly, it is nothing more than a ripple. By then, your heart will be guarded, your mind will be like water, like the reflection of the moon, and there will be no more demons in your heart."
Zhao Changhe's eyes widened: "I have secretly learned a little bit of your sword skills. Your nephew has been making trouble with me several times. You really want to teach me the core of the Tang family? When his uncle gets angry and beats people up, I'm afraid you will be the one..."
Tang Wanzhuang interrupted directly: "What about you? Are you willing to learn?"
Zhao Changhe scratched his head: "Do I need to become a disciple?"
Tang Wanzhuang lowered her head, holding a small spoon in her slender hands, stirring the lotus seed soup. After a long while, she said, "If you are willing, that would be the best."
It was a hot and windless summer afternoon. Even the surrounding waterside pavilions seemed hot, with no sense of coolness at all.
But when she lowered her head and stirred lightly with her bare hands, the coolness of the lotus seeds in the bowl seeped out, and the summer afternoon was filled with the coolness of blooming water lotus.
The heart becomes calm.
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PS: There is more in the evening.
(End of this chapter)