Now is not the time to counterattack Maitreya.
First of all, Xiangyang itself was in a mess and had not been completely stabilized. Secondly, Tang Wanzhuang's body had to be taken care of. Otherwise, if something went wrong during the battle, even killing ten thousand Maitreyas would not be able to make up for it.
Besides, it would be best to wait for Ying Wu to come over in person to talk, and... I should attend Yang Jingxiu's birthday party next month and get everything done.
It is indeed a completely different ecology. It feels like in this environment, whether a person can fight or not is really not important. No wonder the noble families always feel like they are looking at ordinary people when they look at the grassroots.
Zhao Changhe pinched his head with a headache, said goodbye to Li Si'an, and went to find Xue Canghai.
Xue Canghai was leading the Blood God Cult members to station in the barracks, guarding the Xiangyang soldiers with a covetous eye.
Look at the red eyes of the Blood God followers. It is obvious that they were not satisfied with chasing and killing the defeated Maitreya soldiers. It seems that they really want to pounce on the Xiangyang soldiers and kill them all.
Chasing and hacking at tens of thousands of people, it is unknown how many heads were killed on average. For the followers who have not been nourished by the blood evil for a long time, it feels that this time they may really get a level up or half a level... So they want to find experience packs again, which makes the camps nearby tremble.
Fortunately, Xue Canghai was not stupid, he knew what Zhao Changhe was thinking, and he restrained this group of lawless people. So everyone who had nothing to do was lifting stone blocks in the military camp, tempering their blood and energy, and they were very enthusiastic.
In fact, it might just be the effect of a long drought followed by a good rain. Killing more people may not necessarily bring any experience. Xue Canghai himself felt that killing people was basically of no benefit, and he also agreed more with Zhao Changhe's explanation of the Blood God's intention.
Blood Evil is something that is almost enough. It does not need to be in endless demand. Don't put the cart before the horse.
What we really need to use is the evil of the battlefield... Zhao Changhe's sword strike had a great impact on Xue Canghai. He also held the Blood God Sword and imitated the meaning of that sword strike in the camp, as if he had realized something.
"Old Xue, Old Xue." Zhao Changhe walked in through the tent, feeling quite relieved. "They are well restrained. I thought I would see a pack of wolves."
"Aren't these a group of hungry wolves now? They are all starving." Xue Canghai said angrily.
"That's good, that's good. We'll have a chance to fight soon."
"To suppress Maitreya, right?" Xue Canghai said, "When the time comes, Tang Wanzhuang will be in charge, and the Tang family will have a lot of elite soldiers. The militias from the south will gather together, and will there be a share for us?"
"Do we have a bad status?" Zhao Changhe said with a smile, "We have decided to let you be the commander of the Xiangyang army, okay?"
Xue Canghai: “?”
How can I, a leader of a mountain stronghold in Wushan,...
“That…” Xue Canghai’s tone became three points more elegant: “With my background, well, I haven’t learned any military tactics, I’m afraid I’m not worthy of it…”
"It's okay, learn slowly." Zhao Changhe said: "Also, ask, there should be brothers who don't want to be soldiers, and prefer the martial arts world, then would you like to work in the Demon Suppression Division? I think Instructor Sun is very suitable."
Xue Canghai's eyes became circles.
Is this a recruitment
But the imperial court didn't even issue an imperial edict. Does our offer of amnesty count? Or is it just your decision
Yes... He seems to be a prince, the only one.
"We've agreed that whether you're a soldier or working for the Demon Suppression Division, you have to change the rules and your personality. If you're still doing the same thing as before, don't do it if you can't do it, and don't embarrass everyone."
Xue Canghai hesitated for a long time. He wanted to ask you if you have decided to become the emperor, but when the words came to his lips, he felt that asking too directly would make him seem uncultured and not in line with his current status. So he held back his words, and his face turned purple before he managed to say, "What are you going to do next?"
Zhao Changhe looked up at the sky: "Learn medicine from someone, teach me how to treat her."
Xue Canghai: “???”
… …
He took Instructor Sun and a few others who were unwilling to be soldiers in the war to the Demon Suppression Division. In the distrustful eyes of the Demon Suppression Division, he took out a sign and publicly announced that Instructor Sun would be the director of the Xiangyang Demon Suppression Division. After the extremely unreliable court power was privately transferred and the Demon Cult bandits were turned into policemen, Zhao Changhe slipped back to the prefectural mansion with a guilty conscience and a lot of debts on his head.
Anyway, no matter how unreliable it is, the chief is backing it up, so who cares
It's nothing more than a temporary measure. Judging from the reluctant look on Instructor Sun's face, he might not want to do this job... Anyway, there's no one to maintain security, so just do it first and deal with it later if it doesn't work.
Look, now that the chaotic Xiangyang has suddenly become much more normal, doesn’t it
We have money and food, and they are on the way and will be here soon.
The missing manpower was now found, and the battered army now had someone to lead it.
No need to put on makeup at night and sit at the desk anymore, you can focus on studying medicine.
This disciple's filial piety moved the heavens, and Daxia cried when she heard about it...
Zhao Changhe sighed to himself as he entered the backyard of the prefect's mansion. The sound of a zither could be heard faintly from inside. He slowed down his pace, listened carefully, and frowned slightly.
The level is just average. Maybe it's because I've been influenced by the page of the Book of Nature's Way, and my vision has become higher, but I don't have much time to practice the piano in the evening, so the level is poor
I walked to the back of the yard and looked out, and saw Baoqin playing the piano.
Zhao Changhe: “…”
So it's you, that's okay.
After searching around, he saw Tang Wanzhuang lying on her side against the pavilion, with one hand supporting her forehead and the other holding a scroll to read. Behind her were overlapping rockery and gurgling water, just like a fairy in a painting. One day, she got up lazily and read the scroll leisurely.
Zhao Changhe's heart skipped a beat.
It’s really beautiful.
The temperament is so well captured, it's so touching, even the sound of the piano is so beautiful, the little girl plays it so leisurely, it matches the scene very well, not bad, not bad. "Hold the piano." Tang Wanzhuang was still reading, without raising her eyelids, and said leisurely: "Give him the piano."
"Zheng!" The sound of the zither suddenly stopped, and the man holding the zither stammered, "Miss, he, he..."
"I won't break your finger~" Tang Wanzhuang stretched out her tone and said like coaxing a child: "If it breaks again this time, you can hit him in the face and kill him."
Zhao Changhe thought to himself, luckily you were talking about playing with the face, I thought...
Baoqin stood up unwillingly and looked at him warily: "Be gentle!"
Zhao Changhe said helplessly: "I have a lot of things to report to you."
"Since you are fully responsible for helping me recover, I won't listen to this."
"What if something goes wrong? I feel guilty and don't know if it will work."
"Can it be worse than being possessed by Maitreya?" Tang Wanzhuang smiled slightly: "Sit down, I want to hear if you have practiced the piano these days."
"I'm here to study medicine. Can you put the piano aside?"
Tang Wanzhuang ignored him and continued to look at the book.
I have forgotten some things, and I have to hurry up and review a few more pages of the medical book to avoid missing anything. Will I tell you
Zhao Changhe thought that this sister was calm and confident, neither slow nor hurried, and he was in awe of her. He sat down beside the piano, pressed the strings, and asked, "Which song do you want to listen to?"
"Whichever song you are most familiar with, just go with it." Tang Wanzhuang said, "You never know more than a few songs, why are you pretending..."
Zhao Changhe was helpless. He really didn't know many songs. The one he was most familiar with was probably "High Mountains and Flowing Water". Tang Wanzhuang had taught him to play the piano mainly in this style, highlighting the fact that the two of them were close friends who helped each other and had no other meaning. Now asking him to play it again was like repeating a warning...
But the warning at this time was meaningless to the bear.
Zhao Changhe stretched out his fingers and lightly plucked the strings of the zither, and the melody of "High Mountains and Flowing Water" rose from his fingertips with a slightly unfamiliar tone.
Baoqin curled her lips, what a wimp.
I glanced at the lady and she seemed to still be smiling.
Finished.
Just when I was sulking, I heard his tune gradually becoming more familiar from unfamiliar. I exclaimed "Huh" while holding the zither and pricked up my ears.
In fact, his proficiency is limited. It is mainly because he is a martial arts student. Whether it is fingering changes or strength control, he can do it at will. Doing these things is indeed a side-step to learning Yixue. It should be easy, just like learning medicine. But the artistic conception is quite impressive. It seems that you can really feel the towering mountains, flowing springs, blue skies, and clear air from his piano sound. It is a leisurely and open-minded otherworldly meaning, which is fascinating.
Baoqin was a child playing the piano in elementary school and he never learned to express meaning through music. How did he achieve this level
Tang Wanzhuang's gaze involuntarily moved away from the pages of the book and fell on his profile.
The figure of a person sitting cross-legged by the stream and playing the piano gradually overlapped and stuck together.
That's him... always has been.
Originally he thought that his piano playing level was just his own fantasy, but unexpectedly he actually already had such a level... Although he had not practiced and his techniques were unfamiliar, his artistic conception was broad and lofty. That was his innate aura, combined with the way of nature and landscape that he had observed and comprehended from who knows where, it had gradually begun to become his own thing.
Even the spirit of martial arts is here.
The mountains are thousands of feet high, yet they are unyielding. The rivers are thousands of miles long, yet they are unstoppable.
What each person sees in nature is different, and that is his or her intention, so that the sound of flowing water in the mountains becomes rushing, the flowing water becomes a waterfall, the geese cry in the sky, and people stand on the top of the mountain.
In the valley below, there are faint orchids blooming.
That is the meaning of the end of the piano music. Looking from a high place at the orchid in the valley, to whom are they pointing
The sound of the piano gradually stopped, Baoqin's eyes changed, and Tang Wanzhuang's eyes also became burning. Both of them did not expect that after not seeing him for such a long time, his demeanor had changed like this. How could he still be like the bear in their memory
Gao Shan Liu Shui has become a soulmate until now.
Zhao Changhe turned to look at Tang Wanzhuang and smiled softly: "I wanted to play it more slowly, but I became more passionate without realizing it... I don't think it's suitable for your condition, so let Baoqin do it."
Tang Wanzhuang blurted out: "I don't want to listen to her. I'm tired of her. I want to listen to you play."
Baoqin opened her mouth and closed it again.
Zhao Changhe stood up, walked over to her and sat down: "Stop making trouble, studying medicine is more important."
"Okay." Tang Wanzhuang stuffed the Chinese medicine book into his hands with a little annoyance: "This is the first volume of Shennong's Herbal Classic. You should follow the map and remember the appearance, characteristics and effects of each medicinal material. I will test you later."
Zhao Changhe flipped through the thick book of medicine with a green face. The dead memory of the college entrance examination was attacking his mind again and again. How long has it been since he last read? How could he memorize all of it? It seems that this is only the first part. There are many more, right
When people are in trouble, they tend to be lazy. Zhao Changhe suddenly had an idea - what would happen if he connected the pattern on the medicine book with the second page of the heavenly book
If the second page is about the way of nature, are medicinal herbs related? Can there be a more clear analysis of medicinal herbs, like the slow frame analysis of martial arts
By extension, what changes will happen if Xuanwu's copy of "Map of Mountains and Rivers" is also thrown in
(End of this chapter)