Tang Wanzhuang allowed her subordinates to chase her, and the trick was carried out perfectly. Her eyes had already fallen in the other direction, to the far field by the lake, to another hill opposite to the hill she was standing on at the moment.
Elder You and others didn't know where Zhao Changhe was. Her five senses were much stronger and she had already seen him.
Zhao Changhe and Han Wubing were standing on the hill watching the chaotic farce below. They seemed to feel that Tang Wanzhuang did not really mean to hurt Xia Chichi. Zhao Changhe breathed a sigh of relief and looked at it with a strange expression. Han Wubing.
Han Wubing also retracted his gaze and looked at him.
It seems that the foreign affairs are over and it is my turn to do my own thing.
The mood of the two idiots was very strange. Logically speaking, today was the time for the two of them to fight, but after a lot of tossing and tossing, they helped each other and appreciated each other. Now they have the swords and everything is complete, but no one has the will to fight anymore.
If the real fight is just sparring like that of Yue Hongling, how meaningful is it?
"Do you want to fight again?" Zhao Changhe asked.
The fight you arranged for yourself must be completed no matter what. "Han Wubing replied."
Zhao Changhe bared his teeth: "Do you know that I have wanted to beat you for a long time?"
"I know, you tried to chop me at least twice, once in your house, and once just now."
Zhao Changhe drew his sword: "Then you give me two chops and forget about it."
Han Wubing drew his sword: "Don't you know that if you do something like this, anyone who watches will want to kill you?"
Very good, the fighting spirit is up.
The swords clashed, on the verge of breaking out.
Tang Wanzhuang, who was far away, shook her head slightly: "It's clear that we are still big boys. Let's go back."
The maid asked curiously: "Miss, don't you want to see the result of this fight? Han Wubing's cultivation is still higher than that of Zhao Changhe. If he is accidentally injured..."
"It can't be hurt, it's just superficial injuries. You deserve to suffer."
"If Zhao Changhe wins the battle, will the Book of Troubled Times be released?"
"You can't dodge. If this is called fighting... then Zhao Changhe and Xia Chichi may have a more intense battle in the future, maybe tonight. Can the Book of Troubled Times dodge?"
The maid's eyes were hooded for a moment, then she suddenly woke up and said with a smile: "Miss, please wait."
Tang Wanzhuang stroked her forehead and thought: "It's very inappropriate for him to have such a relationship with the devil's sect. Logically speaking, I should try to destroy it... But if his friendship is really destroyed, it will cause estrangement. This matter is really difficult to deal with."
The maid glanced at her and hesitated to speak.
Of course, forcible destruction will create a barrier, but there is actually another way to destroy it. For example, if you snatch him away, it will be over. Not only will there be no barrier, but there will also be a negative distance. Miss, you are so strategic, haven't you thought about it?
Of course Tang Wanzhuang had never thought about it. Who would consider such a thing and involve herself in it... Besides, she wanted Zhao Changhe to be the prince because he didn't want to get married.
In the end, her strategy was the simplest and crudest-sounding: "Search the entire area to capture the demons of the Four Symbols Cult and the Maitreya Cult, and bring peace to Hoan Kiem Lake City!"
Let’s drive Xia Chichi away first. At least you can’t have a fire today. Think about how to deal with it in the future.
The sun sets.
The officials in the city are arresting the demon sect, while two older children are fighting outside the city.
After fighting for more than an hour, they both stopped exhausted and lay on the hill watching the sunset, not wanting to talk.
The Book of Troubled Times did not flash as expected.
A hearty competition is more comfortable for Zhao Changhe than being entangled in identity and emotions. It was originally expected that there should not be all those messy things at the ancient sword lake. It would be great to attend a meeting thousands of miles away, meet with swords, and have a hearty battle... Now most of the mood has been ruined, which is a pity.
At this moment, I can understand why Cui Yuanyong and Yue Hongling admired each other after they had a fight. When you chop with a knife and it is always devastating, but the opponent cleverly resolves it, you can really feel admiration in your heart at that moment.
Then I know how to handle it more perfectly next time. Strength is developed through each trial.
"Xiao Han..." Zhao Changhe suddenly said: "Did you hide your killer move just now? I felt like my scalp was numb for a moment."
"That's right." Han Wubing looked at the sky and said, "The victory or defeat is decided for you."
"Bah!" Zhao Changhe wanted to save face, but he knew that he had deliberately suppressed the power of the dragon bird and not abused it. If he did not rely on the power of the divine weapon, he might indeed lose, so he didn't try to save himself and asked: "You have a killer move, why didn't you use it when you were in danger before?"
"Because I learned this trick in the sword room when you were kissing a woman."
"Zhao Changhe: Women really slow down the practice speed."
Han Wubing said: "If there is a need, just settle it at the brothel. A warrior's heart should not be hindered by a place like this."
"What if someone likes you?"
66 As long as you clearly refuse, nothing will happen to you. I’m not interested at all, so why waste my life? Han Wubing said: "A hero like you shouldn't be entangled in male and female affairs. It always makes people feel very awkward."
"Then there is still a difference in the world between you and me."
"Oh?" Han Wubing said, "Isn't it true that the sword in your heart can eliminate injustice in the world? I think you are about the same with the sword."
Zhao Changhe took out the wine gourd he carried with him, opened it and took a big sip comfortably: "My dream is to hold a sword in the Jianghu wine shop, with a slender waist and light palms. Now I can realize the first half of the sentence, although I use a knife..." I also feel that half of the sentence is not suitable for my appearance, I can’t seem to be able to do it with ease, and I always feel embarrassed.”
Han Wubing thought for a while, then laughed and said: "Although it doesn't suit your temperament very well, I feel like you are already on the road. But I advise you, this seems like the words of a lucky person. If this continues, Xia Sooner or later the sword in Chichi's waist will kill you."
Zhao Changhe suddenly remembered the second half of the original poem.
"After ten years of dreaming about Yangzhou, I won the honor of being a brothel."
Brother Xiao Han is very sharp·
But then again, you are the one who is unlucky in the brothel, and I don’t like to do this kind of thing.
So how do you define a lucky person?
Han Wubing suddenly said: "The excitement is over. It's time for you and me to say goodbye. From now on, no one around you will disturb you when you eat women."
Zhao Changhe asked: "Where do you plan to go?"
Han Wubing said: "Go back to the bottom of the lake."
Zhao Changhe: "?"
"That's the land of swordsmen, and I plan to learn swordsmanship there."
"how long?"
"I don't know the time, but I can sneak back into the city to buy for daily expenses, and my life will be fine."
Zhao Changhe smacked his lips, this was very swordsmanlike, but it was a pity that he might not be able to survive a day like this.
"See you then." Zhao Changhe stood up and hammered Han Wubing on the shoulder: "You may be my first friend in the world."
Han Wubing smiled but didn't answer. Not counting his dead friends, Zhao Changhe was actually his only friend in the world.
Zhao Changhe did not hesitate, put the dragon bird on his back, and strode away: "Let's go. I hope to see you next time, you have already left the abyss."
Han Wubing looked at his back and secretly thought that this guy actually had some culture.
I don’t know if what he said refers to coming out of the bottom of the lake or the hidden dragon coming out of the abyss.
In fact, everyone still has a lot of things to do. Others don't know about Han Wubing and Jianlu's affairs. In fact, there are some important background connections in them, and they are also closely related to the previous era. Zhao Changhe is like a gathering of winds and clouds. The things surrounding him are all low-level, including the Cui family, the Four Symbols Sect, and the Demon Suppressing Division. ,
But as each other's only friends, neither of them said, "Do you need my help with anything?" They didn't even ask about the situation, because they both felt that this was something they had to face on their own.
When you solve it, you will get out of the abyss.
Han Wubing had a strong premonition that if he didn't die next time they met, he would be famous all over the world.
Back in Jianhu City, Zhao Changhe didn't even go out of the street when he was grabbed by the familiar brothel madam: "Hey, this young man, did you forget someone?"
Facing the strange looks from the streets, Zhao Changhe held his head and walked around the back door.
The bamboo forest is still quiet, and there is no sound of the piano.
Zhao Changhe stepped onto the bamboo building in a familiar way. Tang Wanzhuang was hunched over his desk and wearing clothes. He was writing something. He coughed lightly from time to time. He couldn't see the outstanding strength that had stopped Master Maitreya before. It only made people feel weak but hardworking. . ,
Zhao Changhe thought of Prime Minister Zhuge for no reason... Although Tang Wanzhuang's importance to the empire was definitely not as important as Zhuge's, the impression was somewhat similar.
Zhao Changhe stood at the door and watched for a while, and finally broke the silence: "How come you don't care about the reputation at all, and you don't feel taboo at all about associating yourself with the brothel."
Tang Wanzhuang didn't even raise her head: "Outsiders don't know it, and those who know it will naturally not make unreasonable associations. The brothel is just a place to hide from others, as long as it is easy to use."
"Why is it so easy to use? Isn't anything better than this?"
"Because the brothel welcomes and delivers, there is a lot of information, which is convenient."
"You also read Chunqiu?"
Tang Wanzhuang finally stopped writing: "What are you doing standing there? Come in and talk."
"I'm here to restore my life, and I'll leave after saying that." Zhao Changhe said: "Although the sword was still taken away by Xia Chichi, the rampage and wounding of people by the divine sword that you were worried about did not happen. Does it count as completing the mission? If so, it does not happen. I’m leaving.”
"Do you think this mission can directly offset the skills and dragon bird?"
"I know it's not a one-time deal, and there will be follow-up, but you won't keep sending me tasks, right? To be honest, if you give me a 996, I won't do it."
Tang Wanzhuang didn't know what 996 was and didn't bother to ask. She just said: "The second task is very simple. You can complete it now, as long as you nod."
Zhao Changhe asked curiously: "What mission?"
"I'll stay in the brothel tonight, choose any girl, sleep until dawn and complete the task."
Zhao Changhe immediately knew what she was thinking, and he was not angry: "Don't force me to blow you off again."
Tang Wanzhuang looked at him steadily. She also knew what would happen if this guy got high at that moment.
"Forget it." Zhao Changhe turned and left: "Looking at the way you are working hard at your desk, normal people have some respect, so I won't say anything unpleasant. But I don't want anyone to interfere with my emotional affairs, even if I personally It won’t work even if dad comes.”
