Zhao Changhe thought that now Gusu is in a state of war and chaos, and the Tang family is also in a mess. The Tang family's aunts and nephews have no time to come over, and he has not recovered from his injuries. It seems that there is really nothing to do.
I wanted to chat more with Sisi, but I couldn't directly ask her about the situation of the Ancient Spirit Clan. As a result, everyone kept it secret, which was very embarrassing. It seemed that it was better to hide in the room and tell stories.
It can be regarded as a rare rest time since time travel. The pace of the past half year has indeed been too fast. Looking back, I feel really tired.
Seeing that Zhao Changhe agreed, Sisi was very happy and ran away without a trace.
When she reappeared, she put on a little maid's clothes again. As expected, her waist was not exposed and it was covered tightly.
Then he happily pulled him to sit on the edge of the coffee table, and took out some bottles and cans like a treasure: "This disguise is actually not a big deal. It is a special material made from a relatively secret formula. When applied on the face, it will look like real skin." They look the same! If you are skilled, you can match different skin colors, which is the basis for pretending to be someone else. If you don’t want to pretend to be someone else, just cover up scars or something, and you’ll be done after learning the formula.”
Zhao Changhe poked his head and looked: "It does smell tasteless. Is the raw material easy to find?"
"It's not easy to find, but you have the support of the Tang family and are you afraid of this? You can get as much as you want." Sisi sniffed, suddenly put away her things, and turned her delicate hands: "Give me some money."
Zhao Changhe: "?"
Sisi said confidently: "I have no money. You have put your banknotes in front of me several times. Do you know how hard I endured without taking them away?"
Zhao Changhe laughed dumbly: "When I give you money, does it count as support or as money for the maid?"
Sisi's eyes flashed, and she said in a charming voice: "Now that my identity must be explained to the Tang family, how about I really become a maid? But this maid is a bit expensive..."
Zhao Changhe took out a thousand-tael silver note and stuffed it into it: "Is it enough for ten days?"
Sisi grabbed the banknote and muttered: "It's only ten days... I already had three days deducted."
Zhao Changhe really didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Hey, you are now my maid, do you know that you really don't have any face?"
"What's wrong with being a maid? Apart from teasing you, what else can I do?"
"...I think you have forgotten some painful past events?"
Sisi frowned and said, "I don't remember! Okay, let's continue talking about disguise. Do you just want to change your appearance so that you can't be recognized so you can do secret things, or do you plan to learn how to put on makeup to look like someone else?"
"I don't want to live in front of other people's faces. I'm just stupid..." Facing Sisi's quickly becoming dangerous gaze, Zhao Changhe hurriedly made amends: "Uh, no, very smart, very smart..."
Sisi glared angrily, and Zhao Changhe raised his hands in surrender.
Sisi snorted: "Making up someone else is the highest achievement of disguise. It's not just about makeup skills, it also involves character acting. This is art, and it's by no means inferior to martial arts! Who do you think is stupid?"
Zhao Changhe laughed and said: "I know why you stole the things from the door, but Ye Wujiang is not angry anymore. I think you are his true inheritance. Ji Chengkong obviously doesn't have the same love as you."
Sisi was stunned, her eyes hesitated a little, and then she said after a while: "So why do you look down on me?"
Zhao Changhe said lightly: "I just feel that no one is qualified for me to play him."
"..." Sisi twitched the corner of her mouth, too lazy to pay attention to him. What kind of sword goes with what kind of person? People and swords all think that they are domineering. Sisi thinks this is called... can't describe it. It's a pity that she doesn't know the word chuuni.
"Okay, okay, I just want to cover up my features, so I'll give you the secret recipe. Shouldn't I tell you a story now?"
"...Okay." Zhao Changhe also felt that when the sword intention plus the story were exchanged for the disguise formula, this guy actually prioritized the story instead of the sword intention, which was completely stupid.
Both of them have a full and correct understanding of each other.
Sisi couldn't understand what he meant, and was extremely happy to see that he agreed. She hurriedly boiled water to make tea, staring with watery eyes on her chin, waiting for him to tell a story.
Zhao Changhe looked a bit funny when he saw her, she looked like a little girl living in a ravine who had never seen the world... To put it bluntly, how big a territory and how many people could her Ancient Spirit Clan have? Those stories of gods and demons from the past that have been passed down from generation to generation are probably deafening to the ears. They are not as rich and colorful as the humanities of China today, let alone the present world.
"This story starts with a man named Duan..." Zhao Changhe didn't intend to tell the complete story. How long would it be? Duan Yu's story started from the beginning and he planned to go through it.
It turned out that Sisi paid more attention to Duan Yu's story than he thought: "The Duan family in Dali is recorded in the history of the era."
Zhao Changhe was stunned for a moment before he remembered that the history of the era included King Cui Langya of Yao, Shun, Yu and Qinghe. Various poems and chapters were also circulated. I wonder what kind of strange historical mixture it was. It was not unusual to have the Duan family of Dali.
Sisi whispered to herself: "That land... is where we used to be..."
Halfway through, he seemed to wake up and stopped talking. Zhao Changhe understood clearly that the Ancient Spirit Clan might be the Southwest Miao descendants of the last era, refining Gu...
This time, Duan's story was made stronger by Sisi. Zhao Changhe had no choice but to put it aside and tell it honestly from the beginning.
This was a troublesome thing to say, and it took us until noon to mention that Jiumozhi had captured Duan Yu and went to Yanziwu.
The more Zhao Changhe talked, the more he felt his memory was getting better. He had read the original work of Tianlong many years ago, but he has read a lot of the same novels in recent years, especially those with a little color... He should have almost forgotten the specific story line, but as he talked about it, he became more and more confused. Smoothly, all kinds of details that should have been forgotten naturally pop out of my mind.
Sisi listened very carefully.
When he just said that Duan Yu was unwilling to learn his own martial arts and ran out, his eyes narrowed slightly, and then there was no other expression. He quietly made him tea to soothe his throat without saying a word from beginning to end.
Even when the disguised maid A'Zhu appeared, Sisi's expression did not change at all. Zhao Changhe wondered if she was distracted and couldn't help but ask: "Hey, are you listening?"
"Listening."
“It’s hard to tell stories that no one appreciates…”
Sisi smiled slightly: "This story is very good, as long as you don't always fantasize about aphrodisiacs in the dungeon..."
"That's not what I imagined."
"You suspected my origin, and you actually took the trouble to make up such a story. Your literary talent is really amazing." Sisi smiled more and more teasingly: "But I have to say, you did guess a lot of things correctly."
Zhao Changhe was dumbfounded: "What and what?"
"Duan Yu is me, A'Zhu is me, and Jiumozhi is the one who steals martial arts from various schools. Isn't it hard for you to spend so much time insinuating?"
"Grass?"
"Are you still thinking that I have to kowtow to you a thousand times to learn from your family's strengths? Brother Immortal, you are so shameless."
Zhao Changhe's eyes became circles.
Fortunately, you didn't interrupt when I was telling the story. Otherwise, would the story still be telling? You said that I have already forgotten what the original novel was like, and I can’t go back...
"Hey, Murong Fu hasn't appeared yet, and various side exaggerations have already said that he has extraordinary bearing and martial arts. Could this be Tang Buqi in your mind? Or is it Tang Wanzhuang?"
"No, if you continue like this, the Tang family will be killed by you. The Murong family is a traitor." Zhao Changhe was about to cry: "Is it okay if I don't tell you this story? I was wrong. I will teach you sword skills." , teach you knife skills."
"No need to kowtow a thousand times?"
"No, there's really no need..."
"Hehe..." Sisifu blew into her ear and whispered, "Brother Immortal..."
Zhao Changhe just wanted to buy a piece of tofu and kill him.
But I heard Tang Wanzhuang's voice coming from outside the window: "What is the name of this story, Mr. Zhao?"
Zhao Changhe composed himself: ""The Eight Parts of the Dragon"."
"In this Buddhist saying, Asura is one of the eight groups... If it corresponds to the person in the story, who is Asura? Is this Asura bloodthirsty?"
Zhao Changhe covered his face.
Tang Wanzhuang said again: "That prince who lives in the world has many beauties, and most of them are evil. Are they really all sisters?"
Can you and Sisi have a fight to decide who Duan Yu refers to?
By the way, can you please stop being arrogant? I'm so tormented by you right now that I've forgotten all about the original work.
Sisi was indeed unhappy. She stood up with her hands on her hips and said, "Our master and servant are telling stories. What do you think, sir, you have nothing to do? Why are you just listening in a corner outside?"
Tang Wanzhuang chuckled and said: "It's noon. Wanzhuang is holding a banquet in his courtyard. I invite Mr. Zhao to talk about business matters. This girl, your fairy brother, please lend me an hour first."
(End of chapter)
