Yue Hongling really wanted to say, "Why wait for me to recover from my injury? Do you know how many days you need to rest?"
He wasn't just injured by the counterattack... the overdraft from the forced use of his special skills was outrageous. Yue Hongling could see that his blood and energy were completely deficient, and his muscles were limp. The true energy that he had just said was of high quality was now so exhausted that not even a trace could be seen. Even a goose could kill him right now.
But he was still laughing, extremely happy, and really looking forward to fighting again in the future.
It's really heroic.
This kind of person shouldn't get involved in matters of love and sex. He was born to be in this world, splitting mountains and rivers with his sword.
Yue Hongling curled her lips and didn't mock him. She just said, "I have some guesses about the nature of your true energy."
"Hmm?" Zhao Changhe looked up at her.
"Just now you didn't use your true Qi to disperse the gods and Buddhas, but you used the Qi and blood power and the true Qi at the same time, and they were able to mix together, like a kind of skill. This shows that its compatibility is unparalleled and can be transformed into any kind of power you need at any time, whether internal or external. For you now, it is equivalent to having an extra reserve of Qi and blood for the Blood Evil Skill."
Zhao Changhe said happily: "This is good!"
Yue Hongling said: "Currently you are focusing on the Blood Evil Technique, so this is the case. I suspect that when you practice it deeply, it should be the other way around. No matter what other practices you have, they can be absorbed and contained by this true qi. This concept of "the sea embraces all rivers" is extremely grand. I don't know who created it, it's really amazing."
Zhao Changhe nodded slightly. That's right... It fits perfectly with Xia Longyuan's idea of leaving a technique for his illegitimate son. No matter what the child learned from his mother or from outsiders, it can be integrated with this technique, and in the later period, it was transformed into his main technique. And the idea of "all rivers return to the sea" should have been the emperor's intention, or in other words, it should be the king's land.
For the first time, Zhao Changhe showed some respect to this old emperor whom he had never met before. He was really awesome. Suddenly, he wondered, how could such an awesome person really become so incompetent and chaotic in his later years? Logically, he was not that old. For a god-like person who practiced cultivation, was a few dozen years older considered old
Could there be something wrong here... Is he actually dead? Or did his training go awry
He was still thinking when Yue Hongling lazily went into the house: "No matter how many ideas you have, you must have a good rest tonight. Now it's not that I'm here to heal my wounds, it seems that I have to protect you."
Zhao Changhe moved into the house step by step with difficulty. The first thing he saw when he entered the house was Yue Hongling applying medicine and bandaging the wound on her lower abdomen.
It's strange, I thought I should avoid this before, Zhao Changhe hid away, Yue Hongling blushed. But now I feel that there is no need to avoid this kind of thing? It's just a wound on the stomach, it looks very hideous, what kind of ambiguity can be seen from it? There is nothing at all.
Maybe it’s just because, at that time we could even be considered strangers who had only met once, but now we are friends
I don't know. Anyway, Zhao Changhe took a glance and felt nothing. He sat down beside the bed and closed his eyes to recover. Yue Hongling also applied medicine and bandaged herself, then sat on a chair beside her, cross-legged and closed her eyes, looking very natural.
After a while, they both entered into a state of meditation, and the night finally fell silent.
This seemed to be the scene that Yue Hongling had wanted when she came to seek refuge, but it arrived a little late... It would have been nice if those embarrassing things hadn't happened. Before entering into meditation, the two of them had this thought almost at the same time.
… …
The next morning, Yue Hongling finished her recuperation and opened her eyes.
Zhao Changhe was still in meditation, his brows slightly furrowed, looking somewhat painful.
It's not the pain of overdrawn recovery, but an inherent problem of the Blood Evil Power. It will be more difficult to endure when he is weak than usual. However, it seems that his internal energy is helping to heal the pain, so the situation is not bad.
Yue Hongling was thinking as she watched, this guy went through more hardships than ordinary people when practicing. The torment of the Blood Evil Technique could happen at any time, and the harder one practiced, the higher the frequency of such torment. Many people who practiced the Blood Evil Technique in the Blood God Sect were bad at it, but Zhao Changhe worked harder, as if he was struggling with the pain. "Come on!"
Outsiders cannot see it, they will only see his heroic spirit and his mighty power.
He repeatedly asked about various techniques and his age from various angles, all in order to see if the current techniques could replace the Blood Evil Technique. The final answer was that it was not possible yet. He must have been very disappointed in his heart, but he could not see it on his face, and he was still carefree.
Yue Hongling knew that she really admired such a person. He said that he saw the imagined world of Jianghu in himself. In fact, wasn’t it the same from her perspective
Bandit spirit? Actually, she has a strong bandit spirit as well. Being chivalrous and bandit spirit are very close in many cases, and they can be roughly called children of the rivers and lakes, which is very different from people like Cui Yuanyong. In Cui Yuanyong's eyes, Yue Hongling is just a vulgar woman with a strong bandit spirit.
They are of the same kind, so they are close. Cui Yuanyong is a jade-like man, and he is indeed a good person. He suspected that she had fallen into the hands of bandits and came to rescue her with injuries, but it was difficult for everyone to pee on the same pot.
There were footsteps outside, someone was approaching.
Yue Hongling pressed the hilt of the sword, and his eyes suddenly became sharp.
“Knock knock,” someone knocked on the door: “Boss.”
Yue Hongling sighed and turned to look at Zhao Changhe, who was still frowning in pain. She shook her head and went to open the door.
The cook was outside the door, bringing in a few steamed buns, two bowls of porridge, and a few side dishes. Seeing that it was "sister-in-law" who opened the door, the cook's eyes flashed with surprise, but he didn't dare to look at her any more, and bowed his head and smiled apologetically: "Hello, sister-in-law, this is the breakfast that the boss ordered, and I added a portion for sister-in-law."
Yue Hongling stroked her forehead, except for this kind of thing.
Just stop talking about sister-in-law and sister-in-law. It will be much more comfortable without these troubles.
But now she can only play this role. Yue Hongling reluctantly reached out to take the plate: "Thank you."
The cook rubbed his hands together and said, "The eldest sister-in-law is truly a fairy-like figure. The eldest brother is so blessed."
What good fortune does he have? Is it the fortune of healing and meditation? Yue Hongling turned and went into the house unhappily, and put the plate heavily on the table. Zhao Changhe opened his eyes at this time, and the pain he had just shown slowly eased, and soon he had the familiar and cheerful smile again: "Morning. Uh, is breakfast here? I don't know what you usually eat in the morning, just make do with it for now."
"People of the underworld, why should we be so particular?" Yue Hongling sat at the table, one foot on the stool next to her, drinking porridge in big gulps.
This look was very different from the one when she was leaning against the windowsill when they first met yesterday. Zhao Changhe was more used to it. He thought that this was how people of society should be. They were not some pretty girls.
He rubbed his face, washed up briefly, and sat opposite Yue Hongling with a smile: "You look full of energy, are you healed?"
"It's not a serious injury. There's only one external injury, and the internal injury is just a little sword energy. It will be mostly gone after a night of recuperation. It will be well in two or three days." Yue Hongling frowned: "Your wording is very strange, what is full of vitality..."
"It's Zhaocuo dialect, just understand the general meaning." Zhao Changhe paused and said in a daze: "It's very likely that in a few days, you may not hear these words coming out of my mouth. After all, I have to... blend into the world."
Yue Hongling thought he meant that all the people in Zhaocuo had died and there was no one to speak his hometown accent with him. She couldn't help but sigh: "I wish I had arrived earlier..."
"The past is the past. There's no point in talking about it. Do you want me to keep mentioning your life-saving grace?"
Yue Hongling said unhappily: "I can't see how you've ever been grateful."
"Then why do you think I wanted to kill Cui Yuanyong when I saw you injured yesterday? I have no grudge against him and I have never even met him. Is it really because I have a crush on Yue Hongling? Don't get yourself involved in other people's blind guesses."
Yue Hongling: “…”
"Hey, speaking of Cui Yuanyong, I don't know much about these noble families. Can you give a brief introduction?"
"I told you yesterday that not everyone has the secrets of divine skills. Over time, those who have mastered the skills have formed various high-ranking sects and various powerful family inheritances. This is normal. What can you introduce?"
"Then why is it Qinghe Cui too?"
"Also?" Yue Hongling was puzzled: "Why can't it be Qinghe Cui?"
"… Uh, could it be that they have been passed down from the last era? Or have they inherited something from the last era? To be honest, I have looked through some history books, and they hardly mention these things."
"I don't know about that either. These aristocratic families are indeed much older than Daxia. They have survived many dynasties. If you are interested in the glorious history of their families, you should ask Cui Yuanyong himself. I'm sure he would be happy to brag about it, but I'm not sure how much of it is true."
"Will he pay attention to me?"
Yue Hongling thought for a moment and said, "It's hard to say. These noble families are all gentle and polite on the surface, but I always feel that they are distant and scrutinizing in their bones, which makes me uncomfortable. I am the second Qianlong, and they treat me as a person and will interact with me. As for you... I don't know how Qianlong's last one looks to them, but it should be okay? At least he is listed in the Book of Troubled Times."
Zhao Changhe nodded: "Please introduce me to one or two if you have the chance."
Yue Hongling was surprised: "Why are you interested in these things? Why are you trying to please someone who is not interested in you? This is not right..."
Zhao Changhe looked at her strangely and asked, "Do you know me well?"
But this understanding is correct. With his personality, he really shouldn't be interested in these things, and he is even too lazy to get in touch with any children from aristocratic families... Unfortunately, exploring the mysteries of the world is not based on his personality. These are very important for him to uncover the fog, and he has to get in touch with them no matter how much he dislikes them.
Yue Hongling felt very uncomfortable with his strange look, and finally couldn't help but slammed the table: "What are you looking at? We are not that familiar with each other, so it's not surprising that I don't understand you correctly. How are you recovering? Come on, it's time to practice!"
Zhao Changhe didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he didn't say "you really understand me". He always felt that this situation would turn into teasing and ruin the good atmosphere of communication.
In fact, he really wanted to practice with her, but unfortunately he had not recovered well and was afraid that Yue Hongling's wound would split again. After thinking for a while, he asked, "You said you could teach me three aspects, what's the third one?"
"How to locate enemies by sound, sense external enemies, and..." Yue Hongling suddenly threw the chopsticks on the table, and the chopsticks flew out and stuck into the door: "Kill enemies from a distance, chase their souls and take their lives. Do you want to learn?"
Recommend a book called "The Greatest Demon Slayer in Eight Directions"
Brain hole article
Wang Juan, the demon slayer of Zhenwu Division, never wanted a promotion, he just wanted to have a good time with everyone.
Yet, everyone he met seemed to be carrying him upward.
boss…
Colleagues…
Residents of the area...
Even demons came to offer themselves voluntarily, offering their merits for free to help him get promoted.
Until the day he was promoted, he saw everyone hugging and crying, gongs and drums blaring, firecrackers blasting...
(End of this chapter)