Zhao Changhe pondered that finger over and over again, thinking to himself.
If you consider this aspect, the replay of this gold foil image at the level of the Earth Ranking is actually of little significance, because it can only replay the moves and techniques, and it is impossible to show you how other people's skills operate and how they achieve light. Refraction is wonderful.
But that doesn't mean it's worthless. At least the technique, angle, and even the coordination of the entire body are all art and worth pondering.
Her gentle way, the meaning of spring water...
Zhao Changhe watched it over and over again, imitating the meaning of the sword unconsciously with his hands. He always felt as if he could learn something, but he would not be able to master it for a while.
After all, it was the opposite of what he was used to.
But as long as he can really learn a little bit of that meaning, his sword skills should be able to make a big improvement.
After watching this for three or four hours, he could almost remember the fingerprints on Tang Wanzhuang's jade finger clearly. Only then did Zhao Changhe suddenly realize - he had seen the battle between himself and Han Wubing before. , there was only a vague image, but now it is getting clearer and clearer, so clear that even the soft light in Tang Wanzhuang's eyes can be clearly seen.
Does this mean...that the gold foil is slowly recovering over time?
Uh... I have never watched a movie for so long in this world. I stared at every pose and angle of Tang Wanzhuang's body for several hours. Fortunately, no one saw it, otherwise this would be too crazy.
Unexpectedly, the person who is most familiar with the details of body posture is not Chichi, but Tang Wanzhuang. If she knew this, how could she have the face to see others...
Zhao Changhe covered his face, packed himself up and went out, unable to stay any longer.
I'll study it slowly on the way...
"Let's go." He touched Taxue Wuzui's head and said, "Jiangnan."
When going out, it is customary to fill the gourd with wine.
Watching the waiter pouring wine, Zhao Changhe was a little lost in thought and a little self-deprecating.
In fact, during this meeting, Xia Chichi never paid attention to this gourd from the beginning to the end. She herself did not remember the wine gourd that she bought casually, and she never thought that after Zhao Changhe had gone through so many bloody events, the gourd was not there yet. Broken, I thought they had all been replaced long ago.
Only I keep adding dams to myself, which is like a joke.
But it doesn't matter, commemoration is your own business, not something to show to her.
As long as the gourd is not broken, it will always be there.
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If we compare the location of Gujian Lake with the modern geography that Zhao Changhe is familiar with, it would roughly fall somewhere between Huainan and Jiangbei. Unfortunately, this world does not seem to have the Huaihe River, a very important north-south water-dividing river in the world.
However, various large and small river systems are still scattered throughout this area, with waterways crisscrossing the area. There is also a grand canal running directly from the capital to the south of the Yangtze River. Along the rivers and coasts, the land is extremely prosperous. Cao Gang, Yan Gang and other large and small gangs and sects dominate this land.
However, this was the impression Zhao Changhe had on paper when he browsed books and various humanistic introductions.
When he really rode south, what Zhao Changhe felt was the depression of thousands of miles.
I just came out of the prosperous Qinghe County and Jianhu City. I thought that the road would become more and more beautiful and prosperous. However, the further I walked, the more shocked I became. I found that it was not comparable to Wei County, let alone Qinghe County and Jianhu City. At any rate, when I crossed the river, I still felt the meaning of the late fishermen singing. Even if it was fake, it was not completely fake. If there was no such scene in Hanoi, they would not choose to pretend in that way, right?
But what is this now?
After traveling south for several days, Zhao Changhe had never seen even a slightly prosperous town. The villages and towns he passed were all dilapidated, with sallow faces and skinny muscles, ragged clothes, and dilapidated thatched huts that seemed to fall down in the wind.
Is this what should be seen around water transportation?
Even the remote town on the edge of Beimang is not like this...
Looking at the group of bandits with sallow faces and skinny faces in front of him who were trying to stop him from stealing his horse, Zhao Changhe didn't even want to pull out his knife.
Isn't he also a bandit? He once almost wanted to do something to rob the Tao... Luo Qi had already done it.
Everyone just wants to live.
He shook his head, drew his knife and chopped down a small tree next to him, indicating that it would not look good on his back. In the eyes of the robbers, who quickly became frightened, they sighed: "I won't kill you... just ask a few words."
Someone carefully answered: "Uncle, we have no money and no women."
"..." Zhao Changhe pinched his forehead: "This is Jianghuai? Are you really kidding me... Why is this happening?"
"The floods of the year before last and the locust plague last year were somewhat better this year, but isn't this what happened now when the economy is in recession?"
"What about the government? Doesn't it care about relief?"
"Whatever, we just came here yesterday to collect the poll tax, and we just went up the mountain."
"..." Zhao Changhe looked up at the sky and said nothing for a while.
In fact, we should have made predictions. Everyone is saying that "the troubled times are coming," but from what I have seen in the past, except for the Luojiazhuang family murder case, it is difficult to prove where the judgment of these troubled times comes from. If we just talk about the bloody storms in the world, it seems quite chaotic, but it is far from a truly chaotic world.
Only when we really see the current scene can we understand the signs that the building is about to collapse, and realize that the troubled times that everyone talks about are definitely not groundless.
This is the land of Jianghuai!
This is the case even here, can we rely on the Jianhu City tourism project to make a difference...
Xia Longyuan was a heroic figure in the Ming Dynasty. The decades after the founding of the country were supposed to be the heyday of rule from chaos. Why did he become so virtuous?
Zhao Changhe's heart was filled with Tang Wanzhuang's hard work while sitting at his desk, secretly thinking that you are in charge of Jianghu affairs. No matter how much you do, you are only treating the symptoms but not the root cause. Your efforts are probably meaningless. Even if you think that I can stabilize the world as a prince, I don't think I have such ability.
Maybe it's still correct. Since the Xia family is ruined, let's not protect it.
He thought for a long time and suddenly asked: "The Cao Gang should be quite important here. If you have the strength, why not try to join these gangs? Are there any problems with them?"
The bandits looked at each other for a while, and one of them said: "We also want to go to Caobang to find a job, but there are still elderly people at home..."
Just as he was saying this, someone ran down the mountain and said breathlessly: "Big brother, big brother! My second uncle has an asthma attack again..."
The robber's expression changed drastically: "Do you still have the talisman of Maitreya Buddha?"
"It's gone!"
"Quickly, go back and report to the Buddha, we will join the religion!"
No one paid any attention to Zhao Changhe, and Zhao Changhe did not stop them from wanting to join the Maitreya Sect.
Because this kind of thing must be spread all over Jianghuai, there is no point in blocking it.
And judging from this situation, Maitreya Sect is probably no longer in the early stage of spreading kindness and bewitching people's hearts. It has probably already become clear, otherwise these villagers would not hesitate before joining the religion.
He silently rode forward, gradually arriving at a river.
There are only dilapidated boats in the river, old fishermen are working hard to catch fish, and there are no beautiful boat girls. That is a dream that only existed in the prosperous age.
"Where are you thief!" A shout came, and Zhao Changhe turned around to look. On the other side of the river, there was a big man chasing a lean man with a knife. The man was very good at lightness. He continued to flip in the air, and when he was on the water, he actually stepped on the water. Passing by, like a flying swallow, it passed by Zhao Changhe.
Zhao Changhe was still cheering in his heart, and he didn't want to interfere with other people's affairs. God knows who is good and who is bad?
As a result, this lean man passed by Zhao Changhe, with a look of surprise in his eyes. His empty hand actually grabbed a handful from Zhao Changhe's arms. He roughly discovered the horse's majesty and felt that the owner of the horse must be very good. rich.
Zhao Changhe sighed and punched the thin man in the face with his jealous fist.
The thin man never expected that a random passerby he met would be a person on the Qianlong List. He never expected that this fist also carried some charm of being ranked No. 3 on the Earth Ranking. This time, he was beaten in mid-air even if he had the best Qinggong. His face blossomed, and he fell back into the river with a scream.
The big man over there was also wading into the water. He was overjoyed when he saw this. He stepped forward and kicked the thin man's leg directly.
Zhao Changhe narrowed his eyes and watched his actions without saying anything.
This is also a ruthless person, and he may not be able to help many people.
The big man cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Thank you so much for your generous help, brother! I'm here to help Wan Dongliu. May I ask your name?"
Caobang...
Zhao Changhe didn't plan to deal with the Cao Gang for the time being, and was just about to deal with it when he heard the thief hugging his broken leg and screaming: "I, I remember... black horse with white hooves, strange broad sword, scar on the face, you... You are fucking bloodthirsty Shura Zhao Changhe!"
Zhao Changhe, who had been stuck in melancholy, lost all his emotions in an instant, and almost fell off his horse due to the drama.
Wait, wait a minute, what did you call me?
If I give you money now, can you change this rubbish nickname?
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