However, Zhao Changhe did not go over and say that he wanted to learn piano. Instead, he went into his guest room and wiped the sweat off his body with a towel very naturally, as if the teasing words just now had never happened.
This just saved Tang Wanzhuang from having an awkward reaction, so no reaction was needed.
Tang Wanzhuang suddenly wondered if this guy had found some flower master to be his disciple. This move was a bit interesting...
Then he just wiped his body with his bare arms, not caring about Tang Wanzhuang standing at the door watching. I don’t know if it was exhibitionism or another kind of teasing...
Actually, it’s because it’s too hot. Zhao Changhe is too lazy to endure it. I didn’t invite you to my room, so you can watch it if you want.
Tang Wanzhuang stood there expressionlessly, neither going forward nor backward, and her good mood that had been smiling since the morning was almost gone.
Zhao Changhe asked naturally, "Is it because I haven't practiced enough? Logically, after reaching the fourth level of the inner gate, I shouldn't be afraid of cold or heat, right? I didn't practice enough in the winter, but I wasn't afraid of the cold in the spring. But I'm even more afraid of the heat this summer. I sweat a lot at the slightest provocation, which is worse than the beginning."
Tang Wanzhuang said: "It has something to do with the nature of your practice. Of course, something like the Blood Evil Art will make you appear hot and dry, so you need to neutralize it. Originally, the Six Combinations Divine Art would be enough, but your practice of the Six Combinations Divine Art has not caught up with the Blood Evil Art, so it is suppressed."
"So you need to slow down and calm down? I think it worked really well yesterday."
"yes."
"But I feel like I'm a bit too sage after I calm down, as if I've aged a few decades and nothing bothers me. I understand the benefits of this state, but I always feel a bit uncomfortable because I'm only twenty."
Tang Wanzhuang finally laughed: "Do you really think that a mere song of mine can have such a strong effect? That is a magic, not something I can do. It's just because you are too tense every day, and it's rare to encounter such a relaxing song, so the feeling is particularly obvious. It won't be so magical if you continue, it can only make you concentrate and calm your mind, at least you won't be afraid of the heat."
Zhao Changhe glanced at her and said, "You don't use any skills, but you're not afraid of the heat?"
Tang Wanzhuang said: "Except for fierce battles, I haven't sweated in many years... As the saying goes, a calm mind brings peace of mind..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhao Changhe interrupted, "Well, a person with skin as fine as ice and bones is naturally cool and sweat-free. I am much worse than a rough guy."
Tang Wanzhuang's words were stuck in her throat and her eyes widened.
Are you teasing me again
Zhao Changhe laughed. Yes, it was this expression that gave him a sense of the mundane world.
It was like a fairy in the painting walked out, so vivid and lively.
Why are you always so serious
Tang Wanzhuang took a deep breath and said, "Why did you treat me like this before? I think you are still upset that her medicine didn't really work last night? It's as if you want to make up for it."
Zhao Changhe said honestly: "That's not the case. Using medicine is really too low-level, and I was really a sage yesterday."
He thought about it and sighed, "Maybe it's because I've gotten used to teasing Sisi these days. Suddenly, without this person around, the focus has shifted to you. Actually, it's nothing. I've been talking to you so much outside, but when I see you in person, I act so serious. It's hypocritical."
Tang Wanzhuang asked, "So this is your original attitude towards me? You were just restraining yourself before?"
"Maybe. I don't really understand it myself. Anyway, it feels more natural now. Before, when I talked to you, I always felt like I had to think about it for a few times before speaking. It was very unnatural."
Tang Wanzhuang suddenly laughed: "If you had this attitude before, Sisi might not have drugged me in the end."
Zhao Changhe was stunned, as if thinking about something.
Maybe, Sisi has always been dissatisfied with his two attitudes, feeling that she was looked down upon, and she respected Tang Wanzhuang too much. The last one might really be a rebellious act caused by this dissatisfaction, letting you be noble and see what it's like when you start to make trouble!
"Her real age is only sixteen and a half, not even seventeen. She is just a rebellious little girl from a different race whose upbringing is different from that of the people in Middle-earth." Tang Wanzhuang said, "I think she is a little interested in you, so you don't need to be too fussy about it."
Damn, Sisi has such a great figure and she’s only less than seventeen
Zhao Changhe had never expected this, and was a little surprised: "You are speaking for her?"
"Because she really didn't mean to harm you. Even the last move, in her eyes, was just to give you an advantage... I can make her angry, but you don't have to." Tang Wanzhuang said leisurely: "Of course, if you are feeling unfair for me, then I will be very happy too."
This time it was Zhao Changhe's turn to widen his eyes: "Are you teasing me?"
Tang Wanzhuang said leisurely: "Since you make fun of me, why can't I make fun of you? You said that you had to think twice before talking to me, wasn't I the same? You are just a big kid, but you always give me headaches. Sometimes I wonder if I should treat you like a bad guy, and beat you up if I'm unhappy..."
Zhao Changhe stared at her for a while, then suddenly laughed.
Tang Wanzhuang also smiled. Her smile was truly stunningly beautiful.
Zhao Changhe suddenly felt that if the atmosphere was like this yesterday, there would be absolutely no psychological barrier to calling her "sister".
It was as if the invisible barrier between the two of them suddenly broke down, and their relationship changed from being businesslike and even cautiously keeping a distance to starting to have a little bit of a personal friendship. How did this change begin... Did it start with discussing Sisi? Or did it start with me saying I wanted to see her shy look
Baffling... scratching my head.
Seeing his silly look, Tang Wanzhuang wanted to laugh even more: "Don't be silly, you don't have time to play the piano or touch my hand today - you promised to sort out Sisi's sword skills, so give it to her, she should leave in the next two days."
"Oh, right..." Zhao Changhe knew that this was serious business. Since he had nothing to do, he sat down in front of the window, spread out his pen and ink, and began to write down the essentials of swordsmanship.
Tang Wanzhuang stood by and watched in great surprise. She believed that she could comprehend a lot of key points from the sword seal, but that was not transmitted by words. It was the "meaning" that you experienced. To convert it into words and repeat it out requires the ability of a master!
But Zhao Changhe had only been comprehending for one night, and he could actually write it down like this, as if the Sword Emperor had explained it to him orally...
That’s right, it was explained to him that the Heavenly Book was materialized in the form of the Sword Emperor’s oral narration, and Zhao Changhe recited it many times before he could remember it.
Tang Wanzhuang is also a master of swordsmanship. He knew at first glance that this thing was the real thing and definitely not something he made up. Even if some masters were asked to comprehend its meaning and express it, they might not be as precise as him.
How on earth did this happen...
However, as a master of swordsmanship, he couldn't think of anything else when watching the skills of the Sword Emperor. He quickly immersed himself in the sword intent and was completely lost in thought.
This sword manual is only entry-level, but the sword principles contained in it are already quite impressive.
Judging from this alone, the basic principles are still the same in ancient and modern times, and people today have indeed not taken the wrong path, but why is it that the further we go, the more desperate the gap we see
Zhao Changhe had been writing for a while when he ran out of ink. He was so annoyed that he wanted to grind some ink. Tang Wanzhuang saw him stop writing and quickly realized the reason. She subconsciously reached out to grind some ink first, while her eyes were still looking at the manuscript and thinking.
He looked as if saying, "You write, I want to read, I can take care of this small thing," and he was so vivid without even having to say anything.
Zhao Changhe looked up and said nothing. He continued to write with ink, feeling extremely strange.
This feeling of red sleeves adding fragrance...
It really smells good, Mo Xiang, and she smells good standing next to me.
I feel so weird... but also so embarrassed, because my calligraphy is so ugly that I blush every time I write. I am totally unworthy of having such a peerless beauty by my side.
Zhao Changhe was forced by his parents to take a brush calligraphy class when he was very young. He knew how to hold the brush and write, but he cried and gave up learning after only two months. It was basically a waste of time and his parents' tuition fees.
After traveling through time for so long, he only used a pen once, which was the last time he wrote the Blood Evil Skill for the Heavenly Book. He wrote a few thousand words and was barely familiar with it. What was better than his peers was that he now had a more precise control of his power, so at least his writing would not be crooked like an earthworm, but relatively more like a word, but that was all.
As he wrote, he couldn't help but mutter, "Isn't it ugly?"
Tang Wanzhuang came back to her senses from her swordplay. In fact, she had not paid attention to his handwriting before. Now that she was reminded, she found it quite interesting: "Not bad. It can be seen that you have learned the basic techniques, but you are just unfamiliar with them... Well, you should have learned them. Zhaocuo is a good place."
Zhao Changhe: “…”
Tang Wanzhuang admired his calligraphy with a smile and even praised it: "It's actually not bad. Have you noticed that you were not very good at first, but the more you wrote, the more bold and powerful it became, and it even formed its own style... Although the structure is unbalanced, the layout is ugly, and it looks weird... Shouldn't this be called Zhaocuo style?"
"… Can you please stop mentioning Zhaocuo? Are you praising me or insulting me?"
"Of course I'm praising you." Tang Wanzhuang said with a smile, "Do I expect you to become a famous calligrapher?"
Zhao Changhe said speechlessly: "As long as you can write like a word, you will be happy, right?"
"Because you still care about whether it looks good or not, it means you still have a desire to learn."
"I always feel like you're playing a cultivation game, including tricking me into playing the piano and saying it's a way to calm my mind."
"It's just killing two birds with one stone. Playing the piano is indeed good for meditation and your current state. But what is a training game?" Tang Wanzhuang said, "In fact, there are only you and me here, so let's be frank. I really hope to train you to be a prince. How can this be called a game? It's frivolous to use this word here. This is a very serious matter."
"The main difference between nurturing games and normal nurturing is that nurturing games are about nurturing your child into the partner you want... Oh my god..."
With a "crack", the hard ink stick turned into powder in the inkstone pool, and the ink splashed all over Zhao Changhe's face. Tang Wanzhuang walked away angrily.
(End of this chapter)