Not only is Sisi gone, but it's time to seal the Sword Emperor's tomb back to the world.
This was the principle Zhao Changhe had proposed long ago. The Sword Emperor's Mausoleum could not be left exposed. If someone accidentally broke in and the Sword Emperor got up, it would be a complete tragedy. Moreover, Maitreya might start a rebellion, and Gusu was the front line. If Maitreya occupied it one day, who knew how much trouble he would cause.
Tang Wanzhuang agreed with this deeply.
Recently, Sisi has been here to assist the Demon Suppression Division in doing this, exploring various space nodes to see how to hide it back into the other dimension.
The Demon Suppression Division had done something similar before and had experience. Sisi was even more familiar with the restrictions of the mausoleum, which saved the Demon Suppression Division from having to go through a lot of careful surveying. Today was the time to prepare for implementation, so Sisi simply withdrew without even saying hello to Tang Wanzhuang, because she had already said it.
It was as if he stayed here just to wait for Zhao Changhe's latest sword manual.
Or maybe just wait to see him and say something cruel like "I want to take you as my slave"
Nobody knows.
Zhao Changhe didn't have any special feelings about the falling out a few days ago. He thought her causing trouble was within his expectations and his breaking off the friendship was a natural reaction. How could he feel
It was a little regretful that no one could tease her anymore, but Tang Wanzhuang's red sleeves and fragrance were no less impressive, which overshadowed the regret. But when Sisi really left, Zhao Changhe's mind would occasionally think of those eyes that could speak, and when she left, she seemed to be angry and resentful, but she wanted to say something but couldn't.
So I realized that I still regretted it after all.
The same treasure hunt, the same conflicts. I hoped to see another Xia Chichi, but she is not Chichi after all.
“Boom!”
The tremor ahead startled Zhao Changhe from his distracted state.
Looking around, at the mouth of the original sword pool, hundreds of people from the Demon Suppression Division formed a formation, relying on the formation diagrams that had been gradually carved over the past few days and various objects whose uses could not be recognized, to build a huge formation.
Tang Wanzhuang was at the core of the formation, holding a magic sword, hanging low in the air, her clothes fluttering.
—She can really hang in the air, but I don’t know if she can really fly if she uses all her strength
Not only will it be suspended in the air, but what is being done at this time is also very mysterious.
Soft light like water spread around her, diffusing around and connecting with the preset array points. A huge amount of energy suddenly erupted and vibrated in the center. Amid the rumbling sound, water light filled the sky and the refracted light formed a dislocation in space. The passage seemed to be distorted suddenly and its location could no longer be seen.
Water reappeared at the location of the pit, and it was unclear whether it was real water or a mirage.
Tang Wanzhuang's lotus feet touched the center of the water, like a fairy, or like a lotus born in the water, transforming into a beautiful woman and walking out of this mortal world.
Zhao Changhe believed that he would not be able to forget this scene for many years. It was the most mysterious and beautiful scene he had seen since his time traveling through time.
But looking at the people around the Demon Suppression Division, no one showed any admiration. Instead, they all knelt on one knee and said solemnly: "Master, take care of yourself."
Tang Wanzhuang had just stepped on the ground when she suddenly staggered, then she covered her chest and coughed violently. As she coughed, she actually coughed up blood visibly, and her snow-white chin was dotted with bright red.
Zhao Changhe almost instinctively rushed over and held her. "What's wrong with you? Are you overexerting yourself?"
Tang Wanzhuang panted and gently wiped the blood from her lips. She looked down at the position where Zhao Changhe was holding her arm. She knew her limits and didn't say anything. She just whispered, "Help me go back."
The subordinates looked at each other in surprise, but no one said anything. They stood up quietly and watched Zhao Changhe supporting Tang Wanzhuang slowly go down the mountain.
Baoqin was standing not far away, her hand still in a gesture of trying to go forward to support her. She stared blankly at the man helping the young lady walk away, not knowing whether she should follow them.
… …
"Where's Baoqin?" After helping Tang Wanzhuang to her waterside pavilion, Zhao Changhe realized that it was not a good idea to enter someone's boudoir like this. It would be best to leave it to a maid. As a result, he looked around and didn't see Baoqin, not even the maid who did odd jobs in the waterside pavilion. "I don't live at home all the time. There are no special maids in the courtyard. They are all temporarily assigned and don't live here." Tang Wanzhuang said softly: "Just help me in. It's nothing. Why bother?"
Zhao Changhe thought that there was really no need to be so particular, so he helped her into the boudoir.
—This was the first time in Zhao Changhe’s life that he entered a woman’s boudoir. Half an hour in advance, he would never have thought that the first woman’s boudoir he would enter in his life would be Tang Wanzhuang’s…
Smelling the fragrance in the room, Zhao Changhe was inexplicably nervous, his face flushed unconsciously, he didn't dare to look around to observe the furnishings, and quickly helped her sit on the bed. Turning around, he saw a teapot on the table next to him, Zhao Changhe quickly poured a glass of water and handed it to her: "Would you like to drink?"
Tang Wanzhuang shook her head slightly: "I will cough after drinking... Just rest."
"Your condition is too exaggerated. What kind of medicine can help? Is there any in the house? I'll go find it."
"It's useless..." Tang Wanzhuang whispered, "It's just that the exercise was too intense, which caused the lung meridian to be affected. It's not overdrawn nor injured. Just rest."
No wonder she ranked higher than Maitreya before the breakthrough, and she was still on par with Maitreya after the breakthrough. She didn't dare to overdo it, otherwise she would cough herself to death before others could hit her.
From what I just saw and heard, the power she exerted at her full strength was truly terrifying... Zhao Changhe had originally imagined that "re-sealing the mausoleum" was just hiding it and designing some sleight of hand so that no one could find it, but from this situation it seemed that the space was truly folded and distorted, and the dimensions were truly isolated again.
Even with the help of formations and the combined efforts of many people, her core power was too strong.
It's a pity that she can't act rashly, otherwise Zhao Changhe thinks that with her level of ability, she can directly cut off Maitreya's head... No wonder all the families are intimidated by the title of No. 1 on the Heavenly Ranking. If Xia Longyuan goes crazy, who can withstand it
But then again, if the country is in a state of decay, relying on personal force to kill other people's leaders is not a fundamental solution.
Zhao Changhe thought about this and didn't know what to say for a moment. He could only say, "Then you should rest more. I think in addition to the intense exercise, you are also overworked. It must have an impact."
Tang Wanzhuang said nothing.
Of course there is an impact, and it is a big one.
Zhao Changhe said, "You still want me to calm down and learn the arts of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. I think you should just take it easy on yourself and not worry about the Jiangnan Maitreya Sect. Just listen to the music, read some books and have a good rest."
Although Tang Wanzhuang knew that this guy was a perennial teaser and not a child, she still felt like a child trying to teach an adult a lesson after hearing his words... She couldn't help but laugh and deliberately asked, "Do you want to listen to the piano? Who's playing it? Is he holding the piano or you?"
Zhao Changhe said calmly: "If you want to hear me play the piano, then I will play it for you, just to entertain you."
Tang Wanzhuang was stunned and looked at his expression with some surprise.
Zhao Changhe had no expression: "You always say that others are like children, but I think you are a child. Take care of yourself first, then you can train others and take care of the world. Look at the people in the Demon Suppression Division. I wonder, if Da Xia doesn't have you, how many of them will be willing to work for Da Xia."
Tang Wanzhuang suddenly asked, "You too?"
"I don't want to work for Da Xia, but as long as you are here, at least I won't do anything wrong. So live well, Lord Shouzuo."
Tang Wanzhuang's beautiful eyes stayed on his face for a long time before she coughed lightly and whispered, "Then... play the piano for me."
Zhao Changhe was stunned for a moment, and Baoqin poked his head out of the door.
Tang Wanzhuang didn't even turn around, but seemed to know she was coming, and asked, "Are the strings ready?"
“… It’s already healed.” Baoqin glanced at Zhao Changhe carefully: “If I let him play, will it break again… Let me play it for you, Miss. Baoqin plays very well now!”
Tang Wanzhuang smiled slightly: "Even if the string is broken, you can still understand the sound. Why bother about good or bad? Go and get the zither."
(End of this chapter)