Zhao Changhe:
Are you talking about a horse or a horse?
Well, Wu Zui is treading the snow, are you talking about the horse, or me, who is pressing you down?
Cui Yuanyang looked around. After the horse galloped for a while, there was no one around. The breeze was blowing by the river, the sound of river waves was heard, and the shadow of the sail was vaguely visible as far as the eye could see. ,
The murderous intention of crossing the river at that time has turned into the warm spring breeze today; the dangerous situation of riding a horse to escape has turned into a stroll today.
Cui Yuanyang watched, her beautiful eyes gradually blurred, and she nestled in his arms with some emotion and said softly: "Brother Zhao, you are leaving...can you...kiss me?"
Zhao Changhe was neither polite nor excessive.
He lowered his head, kissed the little rabbit gently on the hot cheek, and whispered: "You should have stamped it first...wait for me."
Zhao Changhe's leisurely days passed for three days.
I stayed up late reading at night and indulged in history study. During the day, I would go to learn equestrian skills. When I was tired, I would hold the little white rabbit under the willows by the river. I would hide from the riders in the distance and secretly kiss behind the trees.
Taxue Wuzui and Black Peony were wandering by the tree, looking at the pair... not sure if they sparked any sparks, they secretly went to mate. In short, the man and woman under the tree were so distracted that they had no time to pay attention to what their horses were doing.
Little White Rabbit was originally dissatisfied that his favorite horse was going to be bred, but as long as it was Brother Zhao's horse, it seemed to be fine.
They are meant to be matched, from humans to horses.
Ta Xue Wu Zhui is also very honest now. He will get beaten if he jumps around. If he is more honest, he will be accompanied by a little mare. Even a horse knows how to do it.
What's more, this master is really powerful. In just three days, he has evolved from a novice who can't ride a horse to one who can perform difficult moves such as hiding in stirrups, just like a man who has been working on a horse for several years. , he doesn’t look like a newcomer at all.
Cui Yuanyang also discovered that Brother Zhao learned very quickly as long as it was about sports. On the contrary, every time he went to the study to read, Brother Zhao's eyes were blurred and he became drowsy.
When he talked about reading the history of the Era, he became very excited when he talked about it. His eyes became dizzy just sitting there. In the past three days, he didn’t know how much he had read or how many words he had memorized.
Well, it's very similar to the time when Yang Yang was forced to memorize the internal skills and mental methods. They really looked like a husband and wife.
He was right. For people like him, let alone the court, he was born to be in the arena and dominate the world.
But Yangyang became more and more reluctant to give up.
In fact, Daxia Longque had already been dealt with the day before yesterday, and Zhao Changhe could leave at that time. Learning equestrian plus learning history was a good reason for him to stay for another two days. You can never finish reading, and there are standards for learning equestrian. The day you learn it, it means you can leave at any time...
Cui Yuanyang even felt that Zhao Changhe was not as involved in kissing as he was two days ago, and he didn't know if it was an illusion...
Of course it's an illusion. Zhao Changhe is too embarrassed to kiss the little girl's mouth now. Why is he not invested in kissing Dong's face... He has always loved Yangyang far more than he desires, and he doesn't know if it will change when we meet again in the future. .
"Brother Zhao" The wind was blowing in the willows, and the little girl leaned on her lover's shoulder and drew circles, mumbling with confused eyes.
"Huh?" Zhao Changhe stretched out his hand to tease her chin: "What's the matter?"
"Tomorrow during the Qingming Festival, our whole family will pay homage to our ancestors. For what happened to my second uncle and the others before, we will also pay homage to our ancestors and ask them to behead them in front of their spirits."
"6 Well, I haven't seen your father in the past two days. I guess the follow-up to this matter will be very troublesome. Your second uncle is so powerful and there are so many things to deal with. It won't be easy to chat with me when you have free time that night."
"In front of outsiders, he always needs to be calm and gentle." Cui Yuanyang said in a low voice: "I used to think that my father lived a very tiring life. He is ninth on the list of heaven. No one looks up to the famous family in the world, but I think he is not as good as Zhao. The eldest brother walks around the world with a knife and a body, looking cool and comfortable."
"That's why a little fool would envy the kind of ups and downs in the world, and then be deceived by bandits."
"Humph..." Cui Yuanyang didn't say anything like it's a good thing I met Brother Zhao. Everyone has said enough disgusting words in the past two days. What she wanted to say was that because of this, Yangyang didn't want to be a drag, holding Brother Zhao back from moving forward, and becoming the second Cui Wenxia with worries.
In a sense, it was a good thing for people in the world to think that Zhao Changhe had been driven away by the Cui family. He was still moving forward without worries.
But the little girl didn't say that after all. She said that everyone would worship their ancestors tomorrow, which made her meaning very clear.
She didn't want to face farewell, cry, and be filled with sadness that might not subside for a month; Zhao Changhe probably didn't like Ni Ni Wai Wai to be entangled endlessly, so it would be ideal to leave while they were worshiping their ancestors.
So she offered the time, and everyone agreed.
Yangyang has always been the most measured.
April 5th, Qingming Festival.
There was some light rain at night, and it stopped in the early morning. At this time, the mist was heavy, the sky was dark, and the dawn moon hung slanting on the horizon, looming.
Zhao Changhe in the guest house gently stroked the Daxia dragon bird in his hand that was smeared like a rusty broken knife: "Hit twice, don't worry, I will take you out to kill people.",
The sound of the knife buzzed, and there seemed to be dissatisfaction and joy.
Zhao Changhe slowly hung it on his back and looked at himself in the bronze mirror.
The tall man with a height of more than eight feet carried a four-foot-long broadsword on his back. The long handle protruded from his shoulders. Looking at it from a distance, he had a formidable aura. The more Zhao Changhe looked at the knife, the more satisfied he became. , can be awakened by one's own handsomeness.
The scribe's brocade robe was replaced by a warrior's attire, which was no longer purple, but gray and low-key. An old wine gourd hung sideways on his waist, paired with the stubble on his face that he had not shaved for the past two days, giving him a cynical and reckless look. Reappear in the mirror.
"Dang!" A bell rang from the distant hill. It was the Cui family's ancestor worship calling for everyone to gather.
Zhao Changhe turned his head and looked into the distance. In the mist, the mountains were difficult to see.
But he knew that there was a little girl walking on the mountain road, looking back at the direction of the guest house every step of the way.
He stared at it for a while, packed his luggage, strode out, and stepped onto Tuxue Wuzui.
The horse neighed, and in the early morning mist, the sound of horse hooves stepped out of the quiet streets of Qinghe County and headed straight for the long river outside the county.
On the hill, Cui Yuanyang had just reached the top and seemed to feel something. He turned his head and looked into the distance.
The mist gradually disappeared, but no one could be seen, but the willow bank by the river and the waning moon in the morning breeze could be vaguely seen.
The little girl who had never read without asking for a deep understanding suddenly came to mind with a few words passed down from the previous era.
After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery.
Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?
That is a famous sentence that has survived across eras. Just because you read it again, you will know that you are already in the words.
"Dad." She suddenly pulled the corner of Cui Wenxia's clothes in front of her: "After worshiping the ancestors, Yangyang asked for confinement and asked dad to teach me Qinghe Purple Qi."
Cui Wenxuan was overjoyed and stroked his beard and said, "Very good."
Cui Yuanyang looked at Changhe outside the county again and whispered to himself: "You must wait for me...don't forget Yangyang in three years."
Thousands of miles southeast, Gujian Lake.
There is a bamboo forest by the lake, a thatched hut in the forest, and a tomb beside the hut.
Han Wubing quietly sat cross-legged by the tomb, with his long sword placed horizontally in front of the monument. He opened a pot of warm wine and slowly poured it on the sword. Sometimes he would take a sip himself, as if he was drinking with the sword, or as if he were holding a memorial ceremony.
I don’t know how long it took, but in the mist, the bamboo forest was moving in the wind.
The gourd is empty.
Han Wubing placed the empty gourd upright in front of the tombstone and raised the long sword soaked in wine.
"Han Wubing, I knew you would come."
There are numerous figures all around, and I don’t know when they are under siege.
Han Wubing didn't look back and continued to look at the tomb: "I also knew you would come."
"Then you're here to die? If you sacrifice your own life, why bother?"
"Because I feel that something is missing from the worship ceremony. Wine is not enough."
"Huh? Is your bounty missing? Hahahahaha."
"With wine but no blood, and no enemies, you came at the right time."
"Choke!" The dragon roared, the sword energy was cold, and the mist in the bamboo forest was blown away by this fierce murderous intention.
Zhao Changhe was riding his horse halfway when he suddenly reined in his horse and looked up at the sky.
"April, Qingming Festival. In front of Han Wubing's tomb, he learned swordsmanship and entered the fifth level of the entrance. With one stick of incense, he killed thirty-two enemies in the sword house and sacrificed blood to his close friends. Among them, there was one enemy of the same level, and no one below him was an enemy. Murderous intent permeates the sky."
"Changes in the Hidden Dragon List."
"Qianlong Sixty-six, Han Wubing."
"If you have no disease, your enemy will have no life."
Zhao Changhe looked at it for a long time and suddenly smiled: "In the past few months, the profiteers who compiled the books have been talking about it. I heard that the books in troubled times did not change so frequently in the past. Is this because the storm is coming and heroes are coming out in large numbers? Sign?"
He touched the horse's head and said with a smile: "Wuzui, do you feel impatient?"
Stepping on the snow and Wu Zui:
I am a horse, what are you talking about.
"Let's go." Zhao Changhe spurred his horse and galloped away: "My opponent is waiting for me in front, how can I lag behind!"
PS: There will be three updates tonight, which will be relatively late, maybe around 11 or 12 o'clock.
