It's not like he hasn't seen other princes before. The dead prince before was not only a prince, but also the real prince. Aren't all their interactions just official business
The prince had not gotten married a few years ago, and Tang Wanzhuang had just joined the Demon Suppression Division not long ago. They all had dealings with each other, so shouldn't it still be official business
At that time, there was some lust in the prince's eyes, but Tang Wanzhuang resisted the urge to chop him with her sword. She had no good feelings towards the prince and was quite disgusted with him.
Fortunately, the Tang family had not produced many prominent figures at that time, and their status was average, so the Tang family had never thought of marrying into the royal family. The prince later had a princess, and he could no longer have any thoughts about the officials of the Demon Suppression Division, so everyone became more and more polite and courteous.
As a result, the Crown Princess died, and the Tang family also had a figure... but that figure was Tang Wanzhuang herself.
It’s ridiculous to think about it.
Once she thought about it, her thoughts wandered too far. The past events were not important anymore. What was important was the precedent. Tang Wanzhuang knew that she couldn't be so nice to every prince.
Because it is impossible that any prince would feel sorry for her, tell her not to worry about so many things, play nursery rhymes for her, and persuade her to laugh at the world.
The prince only hopes that she can do more to protect their kingdom.
After a long while, Tang Wanzhuang turned her head slightly and said, "There is one more thing. It is the fingering technique I promised you during the day. There is no secret manual for it. Come out and I will teach you."
As for the question just now, he simply skipped over it, as if it didn't exist.
Zhao Changhe did not continue to ask. Her silence was actually an answer.
"How do you practice fingering?"
"This is a set of acupoint pressing and acupoint brushing techniques. When sealing the acupoints, it is subtle and traceless, and extremely difficult to guard against. After sealing the acupoints, the techniques are special, and it is difficult to open the acupoints with ordinary flushing methods. You see..." Tang Wanzhuang raised her slender hand slightly, as if picking flowers, brushing willows, as if a lover is flirting with you, and her slender hand swept across your chest.
As his fingers moved, he had sealed the vital points on Zhao Changhe's chest without knowing when.
Tang Wanzhuang's mind was a little distracted, and she said casually: "Did you see how that move was made just now?"
Before he finished speaking, his wrist tightened and he was caught by Zhao Changhe for no apparent reason: "Master, you are so absent-minded that you will capsize in the ditch."
Why wasn't he acupunctured
Tang Wanzhuang was anxious, wondering if this guy was just having an erotic dream. He wouldn’t really take advantage of the time of separation to flirt with her, right
But just as she was about to pull her wrist back, she suddenly felt a gentle and powerful breath entering her meridians, following the Taiyuan point to the Lieque point, and flowing upward along the hand Taiyin Lung Meridian.
Tang Wanzhuang was not unfamiliar with the properties of this true qi. The quality of the Liuhe Divine Art, a mere fourth level of Xuanguan, was almost as good as that of others at the sixth level. Its vastness was like the sky and the sea, and its all-embracing nature was the will of the emperor.
But the way it was moving at this moment was a little strange, as if... it was blending with her aura, interacting with it
Dual cultivation
"Speaking of this, it's called dual cultivation. I don't know if you would object, but there's actually no need." Zhao Changhe said calmly, "For so many days, I've only seen you thinking about official business, other people's affairs, and my affairs, and never thought about your own illness. If you don't want to think about it, then I'll think about it. This little bit of Xuanguan Fourth Level Qi may not be worth a sneer in the eyes of the chief, and it's also a drop in the bucket for your situation, but I did it, even if it's useless, I feel better."
Tang Wanzhuang's strength to struggle disappeared in an instant.
Silently, he felt his tiny stream of true energy rushing into the blazing mountain flames, only to be evaporated completely, like a drop in the bucket. Yet, he kept pouring it in, kept hitting the wall, knowing that it was hopeless but unwilling to give up until his head was bleeding.
Tang Wanzhuang bit her lower lip tightly, and for some reason her nose felt a little sore.
"This is really useless..." Tang Wanzhuang spoke softly, her voice a little hoarse: "Dual cultivation is just a supplementary technique, it is not an omnipotent magic. If you have already seen the secret treasure and have the assistance of a famous doctor, you might be able to consider it. Now it is just a pure waste of true energy."
Zhao Changhe said nothing and continued to waste his energy stubbornly.
Tang Wanzhuang stopped talking and silently experienced his true energy.
Summer nights are getting quieter.
Only the man held the woman's wrist, and the woman lowered her head. The scene was like a melodramatic drama where a woman wanted to break up but was held back by the man.
The sound of footsteps shattered the night, and Tang Buqi's anxious voice came: "Brother Zhao, Zhao... uh..."
They both turned their heads at the same time and saw Tang Buqi retreating step by step outside the courtyard gate, and suddenly he disappeared from view.
Tang Wanzhuang said slowly, "Come in. How can you be so flustered? You are so old, but you don't know how to calm down."
Tang Buqi poked his head out of the courtyard gate. Where is that hand still holding? Are you guys not done yet
Actually, for our Tang family, this scene didn't seem to be a big deal. The problem was who was the bastard who asked me to tell the old man that he refused this kind of marriage
Zhao Changhe finally let go of his hand: "Brother Tang has come out of retreat? Has he reached the fifth level of Xuanguan?"
"Hmm..." Tang Buqi hummed, not knowing what he wanted to say here at all. It was as if he had come to see his uncle to report his achievements after leaving the prison...
Tang Wanzhuang said calmly, "What you want to say is that Maitreya started a rebellion, and you came to inform your friend, hoping that he can help you? Go back, I want to drive him away, what is there to keep?"
It can be seen that you wanted to chase him away, and then he grabbed you and pestered you, but you still looked like you were reluctant to give in. Tang Buqi didn't want to say a word. This scene was common when I was picking up girls outside before, so I was too experienced... It turned out that my aunt was just an ordinary woman.
Tang Wanzhuang added, "You came at the right time. I wanted to talk to you. These days, we explored the periphery of the Sword Emperor's Mausoleum and cracked some restrictions. We got some ancient elixirs and sword pills, as well as a few treasured swords, all of which are of very high quality. Sisi only took a small amount of medicine, and I sorted out some for the public. The rest still belongs to our Tang family. To be honest, this place is also in the back mountain of the Tang family. It would be unreasonable if it is not counted as our share at all."
Tang Buqi was overjoyed: "I wanted to tell my aunt this too, but I was afraid that she would be obsessed with serving the public and really give all the things to the public. Then we would suffer a great loss! Why? These are our things in the back mountain, okay!"
Tang Wanzhuang said unhappily, "Aunt is not a saint, she also has selfish motives. The things she leaves to the Tang family this time may not be worse than the things she gave to the public, and may even be more useful. In addition, Changhe has compiled some sword techniques, and you can see if he is willing to write a set and leave it to the Tang family. After all, what we want is our own future, not to keep someone here to help."
Tang Buqi felt relaxed: "That's fine. Auntie... Brother Zhao will definitely agree..."
Zhao Changhe said "hmm".
Tang Wanzhuang's beautiful eyes finally fixed on his face again, her eyes flickering but it was impossible to tell what was hidden in them.
After a long while, he whispered, "Buqi, when you're done talking, just leave. We still have things to do."
Tang Buqi burst into tears.
I was just passing by to talk about some serious business, you stuffed my mouth with food and then kicked me in the end, you bastards!
Zhao Changhe was so sad about the separation that he couldn't help laughing and said, "Buqi is really funny."
Tang Wanzhuang smiled: "He has been playful since he was young."
After everyone spoke, the atmosphere returned to normal. Tang Wanzhuang smiled and said, "Okay, I really don't have much time. I must teach you this acupoint pressing technique right away."
Zhao Changhe also moved a little further away and said solemnly, "Please give me some advice."
"Remember this, this is one of the Tang family's unique skills, called Bi Bo Qing Yi, which means that when a person is in water, ripples are spreading in all directions. It looks gentle and harmless, but in fact, all the vital points on the body are covered, and murderous intent is hidden, invisible and traceless..."
Zhao Changhe learned this set of acupoint pressing skills more slowly than he learned the sword and knife skills.
Because his skills are really all about the knife, and his bare-handed skills are extremely lacking, and this acupoint pressing is not just a simple acupoint pressing finger method, it is a complete set of bare-handed fighting skills. He has a weak foundation, and his approach is completely opposite to his own big opening and closing, so naturally he learns slowly.
But how many of them are because the teachers are deliberately slow and the students are deliberately stupid
Nobody knows.
All I know is that during the teaching session, their arms were intertwined, their eyes were fixed on each other, and the atmosphere was weird and indescribable.
Zhou Botong and Yinggu will tell you that masters and apprentices of the opposite sex should not teach each other such small grappling techniques, especially those involving acupuncture on the human body.
I don't know if he is practicing martial arts or touching someone.
By the end of the lesson, maybe it was because of the heat or something, Tang Wanzhuang, who had always been pale, had a red face. She left as if she was running for her life: "This, this technique is not suitable for you. If you have the chance, you should look for a domineering fist and palm... I, I should go to Jinling. See you later."
Before he finished speaking, the fragrance disappeared. He actually jumped over the wall and ran away, not even wanting to leave the door.
Zhao Changhe looked up at the courtyard wall where she left. The sun was rising above and the sky was getting light.
I looked down at my palms and the fragrance was still lingering.
(End of this chapter)