The Tang leader was addicted to male beauty and hid in the backyard, not caring about anything. All matters in Xiangyang were handed over to his lover. The Demon Suppression Division replaced a bunch of people from the Blood God Cult, and the army commander was simply the leader of the Blood God Cult. Xiangyang was filled with demonic flames and looked like a demon cult base.
Da Zhou and others observed fearfully for a few days and were surprised to find that actually nothing had happened. Instead, the situation was visibly getting better.
The army was easy to deal with. With the money and food in place, everything was easy to deal with. Xue Canghai had a strong foundation and was in control with an iron fist. There would be no problems at all. For a while, the atmosphere was solemn, the training was in full swing, and they looked like they were ready to march eastward at any time.
It is also obvious that public security has improved a lot in the city. For example, a few days ago, Tang Wanzhuang was harassed by thugs while shopping on the street. This would definitely not happen today.
Originally, the Demon Suppression Division was not responsible for ordinary public security, that was the job of the yamen runners, but in times of war the Demon Suppression Division would generally take over the responsibility. After all, there would be many chaotic masters infiltrating during wartime, and ordinary yamen runners would be unable to handle it.
As a result, whenever there were robbers, thieves, or troublemakers on the street, a group of hungry Blood God cultists would rush up and beat them up. Looking at the little guy who was looking at the leader eagerly, wanting to ask if he could be killed, it was hard to tell who the real bandit was.
With this group of evil-looking guys here, the city is peaceful for a while, and no one dares to commit crimes...
Originally, the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty were worried that these guys would start robbing openly after being disguised as officials. However, they were shocked to find that they were well disciplined and acted as if they had done nothing to harm the people. They didn't know how they trained them.
I quietly consulted Zhao Changhe, and the answer was "How should I know?"
Da Zhou: “…”
Da Zhou thought it might have something to do with the doctrine. After all, for believers, doctrine and faith are more important than the laws of the court. But after asking in detail, it turned out that the doctrine only restricted indiscriminate killing, and did not mention things like not bullying people...
Da Zhou, who was filled with curiosity, secretly went to ask Instructor Sun.
Instructor Sun said, "It's OK in the short term, but I can't say for the long term."
“Why is it okay in the short term?”
"Because everyone has been hiding from others' discrimination all their lives, it's rare for them to raise their heads and do something that will be praised and thanked by others, enjoying the respectful and fearful looks from others. They are addicted and don't want to destroy themselves. But over time, without restraint, no one knows whether they will return to their old ways."
Da Zhou suddenly had an epiphany and secretly reported it to Zhao Changhe.
Zhao Changhe pondered for a while, then picked up his pen and wrote down the new doctrine: "Do not bully the weak, or you will bring shame to the Blood God."
Then he handed it to Da Zhou and said, "Let Master Xue study how to insert it into the original doctrine."
Da Zhou took the manuscript with him, feeling a bit annoyed, thinking to himself that the change of doctrine is a bit too frivolous, would the leader of a religion admit this
From the beginning to the end, he forgot to greet the girl standing next to Zhao Changhe who was grinding ink. He subconsciously thought she was Zhao Changhe's family member and was embarrassed to talk to her. It was not until they were far away that Da Zhou suddenly stopped and realized, "The chief is standing there, why didn't I even show my respect..."
A Tang master standing by and helping people grind ink and add incense...
Tsk, I dare not even think about it in my dreams.
Forget it. Looking at the current situation, it doesn’t matter who I greet. Maybe the abbot will be happier if he sees that I respect the “Crown Prince”.
As expected, Tang Wanzhuang in the room didn't care about such trivial matters as whether Da Zhou had performed the ceremony or not. While grinding ink, she said, "The Blood God Cult is so useful that it surprises me. I really didn't expect it before."
Zhao Changhe said: "I haven't thought about it... Before in the mountain village, I thought they were hopeless, and I actually abandoned them and left the mountain."
“Have you tried to lead, the results are different.”
"Well... I didn't try to go in that direction at the time. I just wanted to run."
Tang Wanzhuang was a little distracted and didn't know what she was thinking.
Zhao Changhe asked curiously: "What are you thinking about?"
"I'm thinking that the nature of the Blood God Cult is actually more evil than the Four Symbols Cult. Even they have a chance to be led in a good direction, so does the Four Symbols Cult also..."
"The Four Symbols Sect is more difficult." Zhao Changhe said: "The key point of the Blood God Sect is that they think I am the spokesperson of the Blood God and the body of the Son of God, so they listen to me. It is true that I am very similar in every aspect. Even I think I can really interpret the Blood God's intentions on their behalf, at least I understand it better than them. As for the Four Symbols Sect..."
He hesitated here and didn't go on.
The problem with the Four Symbols Sect is not whether the Night Emperor is or not, but it seems that now he is almost becoming one with the Four Symbols Sect by relying on his male beauty.
Tang Wanzhuang's strength in grinding the ink suddenly increased by three points, and the ink stick suddenly became much shorter. Zhao Changhe was frightened and thought of a tragic future.
He quickly handed over the manuscript in his hand: "No need to polish it, it's finished."
Tang Wanzhuang took it expressionlessly and glanced at it, with a hint of surprise in her eyes.
This was the question she had just given Zhao Changhe, which was about the understanding and elaboration of a certain theory in the medical classics, as well as the medical plans and drug thinking based on this theory. Zhao Changhe felt that he couldn't express it clearly, so he picked up a pen and wrote it. She thought it was interesting, so she ground ink on the side and watched what he wrote.
The results are not mentioned for now. Just the handwriting is getting better and better. Every time I look at his handwriting, I feel like I am watching a child grow taller. After a few years, the child is taller than his mother. His handwriting has a similar feeling. Every time I look at it again, the handwriting has changed a lot. Now it feels like a master's style.
At first, he was completely unruly and aggressive, but later he became more stable, looking a little more dignified and solemn. This time the change is that he began to have a sense of elegance, but his previous arrogance and stability were not completely lost, and the combination of temperaments is very tasteful.
This unique font is based on his unique understanding of martial arts, and it is difficult to imitate... It also reflects the changes in his temperament, from his infancy to his current growth, from the attitude of looking down on him and thinking that he should give him some support, to now being hugged and kissed by him every day, and getting used to it. Tang Wanzhuang pursed her lips.
Zhao Changhe was asking: "What is the answer? Master, please give me some advice."
Tang Wanzhuang then read the contents carefully, and sighed softly, "Your understanding is enough... Although the prescription is still based on the ancient one, without your own understanding, it can be proved that you have memorized the prescription thoroughly. With your current level, if your martial arts skills are useless one day, you can open a clinic under an assumed name without worrying about having no food to eat."
Zhao Changhe laughed: "If I am useless, then I will die. Why bother talking about this?"
Tang Wanzhuang also felt that it was ominous, so she didn't continue and whispered, "How many days have you been studying medicine with me?"
Zhao Changhe calculated: "Ten days."
Yes, ten days have passed since the two of them hid in the prefect's mansion without leaving.
"Only ten days." Tang Wanzhuang sighed, "What a genius."
Zhao Changhe looked at her without saying anything.
Is he a wizard
Although I have a good understanding of martial arts, it is not difficult to understand medical principles. As for memory, my spirit is strong now, so it is not a big problem. But it is not possible to learn to this level in ten days. I can say that I have been memorizing day and night in these ten days. Is it because I am a genius...
Tang Wanzhuang saw the meaning in his eyes, tilted her head slightly, and didn't want to say anything.
There is no point in saying these things when he has already made it clear that "I like you".
Zhao Changhe said: "Everything in Xiangyang has been settled. Your meridians have been much better these days. They seem to be a little better than before the injury. I can leave without any worries."
Tang Wanzhuang said “hmm”.
Zhao Changhe said, "I'm going to Hongnong early tomorrow morning. Should I go alone, or will you come with me?"
Tang Wanzhuang's heart was slightly moved.
I was feeling a little bit sad about parting, but after hearing these words, all that went away and I felt a little happy instead.
I had forgotten that we could go together, but now I realized that we can indeed go together. Everything in Xiangyang is stable, and the new prefect of the court will arrive tomorrow. After giving instructions, everything will be done. What's the point of staying here
You can really go... There is no separation.
She was quite happy in her heart, and made an excuse for herself with a serious face: "Yes, I should go with you. You and the Hongnong Yang are not as close as the Qinghe Cui. Just relying on Yang Qianyuan's favor is not enough to determine the future of the family. And the Wang family should also send someone this time. It's not easy for you to accept Wang Daozhong alone. With me helping you, things will be much easier."
Seeing her stubborn look, Zhao Changhe felt itchy and couldn't help but said, "Master, you just tested my medical skills. Now that I passed, shouldn't I start treating her? Only after I've cured her can I fight the king..."
"Ah?" Tang Wanzhuang looked around in panic, Baoqin was not there. She sighed and ran over to close the door: "Just treat it, why are you talking so loudly... Actually, I'm injured and I can bully Wang Daozhong casually..."
Seeing her standing in front of him with her mouth slightly pouting, Zhao Changhe didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
The treatment during this period was so effective that the sister has already accepted this type of treatment.
In fact, treatment through oral and tongue breathing is no longer necessary. This is just a stopgap measure in the early stages when one has not yet mastered the art of rejuvenation and needs to rely on dual cultivation to assist.
During this period of time, his medical skills had improved rapidly, and his mastery of the Rejuvenation Technique had become more and more proficient, so he no longer needed to rely on this... He just used his hands to activate the Rejuvenation Technique's therapeutic value on her meridians and soothe her scarred lung meridian.
The dual cultivation technique has always been an auxiliary method, not a fundamental method. The power of the rejuvenation law of the rejuvenation technique is the fundamental method. Tang Wanzhuang has been away from the complicated worldly affairs for a short period of time these days and has been able to calm down, which is also a prerequisite for treatment.
But both he and Tang Wanzhuang seemed to have gotten used to the treatment method of kissing to transfer breath, and they felt that the plan was not right when they were told that the treatment could not be done without kissing.
If you really want the plan to be correct, then how about we do some real dual cultivation
Zhao Changhe felt itchy, but he didn't dare to say so. He just kissed her gently and whispered vaguely: "Master, have you forgotten the purpose of the assessment just now... Once you pass the assessment, I can check your body..."
Tang Wanzhuang froze for a moment, and gritted her teeth: "No, no, even if you are a master of medicine, you will never see that day again!"
The next moment, his palms reached out from behind and pressed on the lung point on her back. It seemed that the feeling of golden needles piercing the acupuncture points came from them. His rejuvenation technique could actually simulate the golden needle piercing method of others and had a stronger stimulating effect.
Tang Wanzhuang's torn meridians felt a strong sense of revival and nourishment. She was stimulated to moan, and she swallowed all her stubborn rejections back into her stomach. Only "hmmmm" sounds were left, and she blushed when she heard them.
My heart is also wailing.
Yesterday's little mouth, today's jade back.
When the Ming Dynasty rose up and looked, where had the Zhao troops gone
(End of this chapter)