Fortunately, sword spirits are just sword spirits after all, and their thinking is different from that of real humans. In essence, they just follow their "personality" and make appropriate responses, without any thinking.
At first glance, they seem ridiculously strong, but they are different from humans after all... No matter how powerful a weapon is, it still needs a strong master to wield it in order to maximize its value.
Tang Wanzhuang observed for a moment and suddenly drew her sword.
A continuous sword net was woven around the space where the swords clashed, as if creating a deep body of water.
He was having fun fighting with his sword and knife, but suddenly he found that his movements were becoming sluggish, as if he was trapped in the deep sea, surrounded by heavy water pressure, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to perform.
Without Tang Wanzhuang's instructions, Zhao Changhe had such a keen combat awareness that he grabbed Longque's hilt at the first moment.
It felt like he had grabbed something by the ponytail. Long Que was shaking with anger, but he was held so tightly that he couldn't move, and Gu Jian took the opportunity to slash him several times.
Zhao Changhe could even imagine an unlucky guy being pulled aside, and the opponent taking the opportunity to kick him, and he wanted to kick back but couldn't... The sense of déjà vu was too strong.
Tang Wanzhuang took the opportunity to reach out and grasp the ancient sword opposite.
Relying on its length, Longque reached out and chopped it once, then stopped chopping with satisfaction, but was still shaking.
Gu Jian: “…”
Dragon Bird: “…”
Tang Wanzhuang frowned as she looked at the sword in her hand that was also shaking, and whispered, "It doesn't obey me and is trying to break free. I need to suppress it with all my strength. I can't use it against the enemy, otherwise it might hurt me. Strange, how can Xuanwu be driven?"
Zhao Changhe said: "It's the same with Longque. When Lao Cui asked me to try the sword, he wanted to see if it would let me use it. As for Xuanwu, it should have a connection with this sword, so it can be used barely... Anyway, it's a long way from recognizing its master."
"Did Cui Wenjing also advise you to let Longque recognize his master as soon as possible?"
"Yanmen had advised me at the beginning. But I just couldn't get the point. I tried to communicate with Longque but it ignored me. How could I recognize it..." Zhao Changhe pinched his head with a headache: "This time when I fought Maitreya, I had to beg for mercy when I threw it out. Fortunately, it took the initiative, otherwise I would have had a headache."
Tang Wanzhuang pondered for a moment and said decisively: "Do this during your convalescence."
Zhao Changhe said with a shameless face: "Not teaching anymore?"
Tang Wanzhuang said angrily: "Forget it, you are not that kind of material, you are just a monkey."
Zhao Changhe did not continue to tease him and said directly: "You are an important official of the court and know more about this. If I want to control the Dragon Bird, what suggestions do you have?"
Tang Wanzhuang felt like a prince consulting an important official, with complicated feelings in her heart. After a while of silence, she whispered, "This pair of swords are both weapons of the emperor. The dragon bird was willing to recognize you at first because it noticed your Liuhe magic skill... The significance of Liuhe magic skill to the dragon bird is not the inheritance of a certain person. It does not recognize this. What it really recognizes is the meaning of Liuhe magic skill that conveys the unity of the six directions and the convergence of all rivers into the sea."
Zhao Changhe suddenly realized: "So that's how it is... I said it didn't even want to recognize Old Xia, so how could it recognize Old Xia's inheritance... It turns out that it has nothing to do with inheritance, but with intention."
"Yes..." Tang Wanzhuang hesitated: "You told me before that His Majesty had a conversation with you... I don't know when you and His Majesty met. Do you feel that Longque has a higher recognition of you after that?"
Zhao Changhe thought about it and shook his head slightly: "I don't know. It's true that Long Que and I became closer after that, but I didn't feel any representative mutation node, just like when people get along for a long time and their relationship becomes better and better."
"It must be related... You have been fighting against the barbarians in the north and suppressing the Demon Sect in the south. You have always been on the road to clearing the world. Naturally, Longque will identify with you more and more. But there is a key meaning missing here... You don't want to be the emperor."
Tang Wanzhuang didn't know if what she said could be considered as guiding him to become emperor, but this should be the fact.
Swords are just weapons after all. They don't necessarily need the master to be stronger than themselves to recognize their master, just like a horse doesn't need the master to run faster than itself to recognize its master.
In the past, it might be said that Longque looked down on a mere Xuanguan warrior. But now that Zhao Changhe has broken through the secret treasure, he has touched the bridge between heaven and earth, which is a qualitative change compared to ordinary people. Although he has not reached Longque's strength, it should be enough to meet the standard of master recognition.
He is magnanimous in other aspects. He cares about the people and is able to use all martial arts to his advantage. He is also unruly and tyrannical in his bones. This time, he is in a typical position as the organizer in organizing the hunt for Maitreya. All aspects of his activities are in line with Longque's aesthetic taste.
The only reason he could not serve the Lord was that he did not have the heart to be an emperor.
So in fact, Longque is willing to listen to most of his instructions. This time, he is willing to take the initiative to turn to fight Maitreya. On the surface, it seems that he is helping you reluctantly, but in fact, he is just following orders.
It's just a little bit away from full recognition...
Uh, why does what she said sound a bit like Tang Wanzhuang herself...
Zhao Changhe also thought about this, and wondered why all the people he met were tsunderes.
If I follow this understanding, I will never be able to make Longque recognize him as my master, because I really have no desire to be the emperor.
“Forget it, why bother recognizing a master? If Longque is actually willing to help, he’ll just be arrogant. That’s nothing…” Zhao Changhe was halfway through his words when he suddenly got stuck and his eyes widened in shock.
In front of her, Tang Wanzhuang bowed down and whispered, "Greetings, Prince."
Zhao Changhe hurried forward to help, but at that moment he suddenly felt that the dragon bird in his hand stopped shaking.
Tang Wanzhuang, who was kneeling on the ground, had a slight smile on her lips, and she also noticed that the ancient sword in her hand was no longer shaking.
The sword spirit is not a human after all... It can't be deceived. Zhao Changhe was stunned for a moment, but he still helped Tang Wanzhuang up first, stammered for a while, and actually cooperated with the performance: "My dear, please stand up."
He felt so embarrassed that his scalp was tingling, but the sword became really quieter.
Tang Wanzhuang stood up, curled her lips, and her face was slightly flushed.
This time it was just an act, to deceive Dao Jian, and I could still convince myself. But... it seemed that if I pushed him to the top, one day in the future it would have to be like this.
Just thinking about it makes me so embarrassed that I want to pick my feet. How can I kneel down then
Zhao Changhe was also looking at her with a strange expression, and neither of them spoke for a long time.
After a long while, Tang Wanzhuang curled her lips and said, "Are you very proud? Do you feel very satisfied?"
“I just felt my scalp tingling…”
"Shh..." Tang Wanzhuang raised her index finger: "They know what's going on, don't say anything."
"Who cares?" Zhao Changhe smiled. "If he doesn't recognize me as your master, then don't recognize me as your master. As long as I can still recognize you as a partner and can use my sword normally, that's enough... Even if you don't even want to use my sword normally, if I'm compatible with you, I'll stay and if I'm not, I'll leave. Can I really change my mind just for the sake of my sword?"
Tang Wanzhuang looked at him quietly without saying anything.
Zhao Changhe said as he casually threw a knife and a sword into the ring: "You two should calm down a bit."
Although it had been exposed, the sword did not attack again. Miraculously, it really calmed down in the ring.
Tang Wanzhuang tilted her head and asked, "Why do you have to do this?"
"Because I can't bear to let her go." Zhao Changhe reached out and gently stroked her slightly rosy cheek: "The Tang Wanzhuang in my mind is as noble as jade, and she can't kneel to anyone. From now on, you are not allowed to kneel... Not even to Old Xia."
Tang Wanzhuang had a smile in her eyes. Actually, she was allowed not to kneel. She was given a seat when she entered the court. Although that was due to physical reasons, she had never kneeled. After pacifying Jiangnan this time, she would probably be qualified to "enter the court without kneeling, and praise without naming" in the future.
But when Zhao Changhe said that, she still deliberately said, "If you want me not to kneel to others, then you can sit in that position yourself."
"You can't kneel down to me." Zhao Changhe whispered in her ear: "Unless... in a special place, then it's okay..."
Tang Wanzhuang grabbed him fiercely: "Zhao Changhe!"
"Look, he doesn't even want to do this, but he's kneeling..." Zhao Changhe laughed softly, "Have you thought it through? Do you still want this prince?"
Tang Wanzhuang choked for a moment and said stubbornly, "Of course."
"Then... be honest, there are hidden rules." Zhao Changhe lowered his head and kissed her, muttering to himself: "I have to admit, that feeling is really floating..."
"Bah, do you think a mere prince has the right to touch me? Stop it!... Mmmmm..."
Amid the ruins, a man and a woman kissed each other with mixed emotions, and it seemed that each of them was a little shaken about what they wanted.
Footsteps were heard in the distance.
The house was demolished, and such a big commotion naturally attracted the guards in the mansion to come and see what was going on. Tang Buqi personally led the crowd and came over. He suddenly braked from a distance and stopped the guards behind him: "It's okay, go back..."
My aunt still insisted that it was not her... My god, it would be fine if I had an aunt who was only three or four years older than me, but now I have to have an uncle who is three years younger than me. How am I going to live my life in the future...
The men and women over there were also awakened.
Tang Wanzhuang gently pushed Zhao Changhe and panted as she whispered, "Go back and think carefully about the sword's recognition of its master... Once it recognizes its master, its combat power will soar, which will be of great help to you on this trip. This is not the time for you to act heroically."
After a pause, he continued, "I will take Baoqin away today."
Zhao Changhe was stunned: "Why do you want to leave?"
"I have to go back and report on Maitreya's affairs. This is one reason. The more important thing is..." Tang Wanzhuang said helplessly: "I feel that my being here this time is a side effect for you... You care about me more than healing your wounds and practicing martial arts. You have more things to do and should not indulge in these... Otherwise, I will become a demon concubine who brings disaster to the country, which is not my wish."
Zhao Changhe scratched his head.
When Tang Wanzhuang became a bewitching concubine who brought disaster to the country... it was so exciting.
"In fact, I have always felt that love between men and women is not suitable for you. Baoqin was right at the beginning, it's like a bear embroidering a flower." Tang Wanzhuang smiled self-deprecatingly: "Perhaps when we are gone and you are riding a horse alone to test the world with your sword, you will be the Blood Shura Zhao Changhe who makes our hearts beat more... This is really ironic."
Tang Buqi watched from afar and suddenly felt that it was right.
No wonder I felt uncomfortable when he was with my aunt, so that’s how it is!
(End of this chapter)