book of troubled times

Chapter 174
Zhao Changhe didn't go directly to say that he wanted to learn the piano, but instead went into his guest courtyard room, rubbing the towel to wipe the sweat off his body very naturally, as if the molesting words just now didn't exist.

It just happened to avoid Tang Wanzhuang's embarrassing reaction, and there was no need to react.

Tang Wanzhuang suddenly wondered if this guy had been recruited by some master of flowers, this trick was a bit interesting...

Then he just wiped his body with his bare arms, completely ignoring her Tang Wanzhuang and standing at the door watching, not sure if it was exhibitionism or another kind of flirting...

In fact, it was because it was too hot, Zhao Changhe was too lazy to be wronged and held back, and he didn't invite you to my room, whether he liked it or not.

Tang Wanzhuang stood there expressionless, neither advancing nor retreating, the good mood of smiling early in the morning was almost gone.

But Zhao Changhe asked naturally: "Is it because my practice is not enough? It stands to reason that the inner house has four levels of porch, so I can not be afraid of the cold and heat, right? I don't practice enough in winter, let alone it. I’m not too afraid of the cold anymore, but this summer I’m even more afraid of the heat, and I’m sweating profusely, not as good as before.”

Tang Wanzhuang said: "It has something to do with the nature of your practice. Of course, something like blood evil art will make you look hot, so you need to neutralize it. Originally, Liuhe divine art is enough, but your practice of Liuhe divine art has not kept up with blood evil art. Suppressed."

"So need to slow down and calm down? Feels like it worked out really well yesterday."

"Yes."

"But I think it's a bit too sage after I calm down, as if I'm a few decades old, and everything is calm. I understand the benefits of this state, but I always feel a bit uncomfortable. I'm only twenty."

Tang Wanzhuang finally laughed: "Do you really think that my mere song has such a strong effect? ​​It's a fairy art, and I can't do it. It's just because you are too tense every day, so it's rare to meet such a relaxing song, and the feeling is particularly obvious." Forget it, it’s not so miraculous to continue, it’s nothing more than making you concentrate, at least not afraid of the heat.”

Zhao Changhe glanced at her: "Aren't you afraid of heat even if you don't use exercises?"

Tang Wanzhuang said: "Except for fierce battles, I haven't sweated for many years...the so-called peace of mind..."

Before the words finished, Zhao Changhe interrupted: "Well, I have icy muscles and bones, and I am cool and sweatless. I am so rough."

Tang Wanzhuang's words were stuck in her throat, her eyes widened.

Are you teasing me again?
Zhao Changhe laughed, that's right, it's this expression, which has the smell of fireworks in the world.

It's like the fairy in the painting came out, so it's lively and fragrant.

Why have you been so serious.

Tang Wanzhuang took a deep breath: "Where did you have such an attitude towards me before? I think it was because her medicine didn't really have any effect last night, right? It seems like you want to make up for it."

Zhao Changhe said honestly: "That's not true, the fact of using medicine is too low-level, and I was really a sage yesterday."

He thought for a while and sighed: "Maybe it's because I'm used to flirting with Sisi these days. Suddenly, this person disappeared from my side and turned on you. Actually, it's nothing. I've been talking to you so much outside. , when you meet a real person, you will be serious and hypocritical."

Tang Wanzhuang said: "So this is your original attitude towards me? It was just restraining before?"

"Maybe, I don't quite understand it myself. Anyway, it feels more natural now. When I talked to you before, I always seemed to think a few times in my stomach before I said it. It's very unnatural."

Tang Wanzhuang suddenly laughed: "If you had this attitude before, Sisi might not have the last shot."

Zhao Changhe was startled, thoughtful.

Maybe, Sisi has always been very unconvinced by his two attitudes, feeling that she is underestimated and respects Tang Wanzhuang too much.The last strike may really be a rebellious act caused by this kind of disobedience, let you be arrogant, let's see what it's like to make waves!
"Her real age is actually only 16 and a half years old, less than seventeen. It's just a rebellious young girl of a different race with a different upbringing from the middle-earth." Tang Wanzhuang said: "I think she is a bit interesting to you, you There’s no need to worry too much about it.”

Grass, with such a good figure, Sisi is only less than seventeen?
This Zhao Changhe really didn't expect it, and he was a little surprised immediately: "You speak for her instead?"

"Because she really didn't intend to harm you, even the last move, in her eyes, she wanted to give you a little advantage... I can be angry with her, but you don't have much need." Tang Wanzhuang leisurely Said: "Of course, if you are wronged for me, then I will be very happy."

This time it was Zhao Changhe's turn to widen his eyes: "Are you molesting me?"

Tang Wan said leisurely with makeup: "Since you make fun of me, why can't I make fun of you? You said that you had to think about it a few times when you talked to me before, didn't I? I'm just a big kid, always giving me a headache , I sometimes wonder if I should treat you like a weapon, overturn and beat you up when you are unhappy..."

Zhao Changhe stared at her for a long while, then suddenly laughed.

Tang Wanzhuang also smiled.The smile is truly beautiful.

Zhao Changhe suddenly felt that if it was the atmosphere yesterday, there would be absolutely no psychological barriers for calling "sister" at that time.

It was as if the invisible and intangible barrier between the two of them suddenly broke, and the relationship changed from being business-like and even cautiously keeping a distance, to a little personal friendship.

How did this start to change...from discussing Sisi?Or did he start by saying that he wanted to see her shy?

Inexplicable... scratching my head.

Seeing his naive look like a bear scratching his head, Tang Wanzhuang wanted to laugh even more: "Don't be silly there, you didn't have time to play the piano and touch my hand today—you promised to sort out Sisi's sword skills and give them to me Let her go, she should leave in two days."

"Oh yes..." Zhao Changhe knew that this was a serious matter, since he had nothing to do now, so he sat directly in front of the window, spread out his pen and ink, and began to write the essentials of swordsmanship.

Tang Wanzhuang stood by and watched in amazement. She believed that she could learn a lot of secrets from the sword seal, but it was not text transmission, but the "meaning" you experienced. Convert this thing into words and retell it. , This is the ability of a master!

But Zhao Changhe only realized it all night, and he was able to write it like this, as if the Sword Emperor had dictated it to him...

That's right, it was explained to him that the Heavenly Book was manifested in the form of the Sword Emperor's dictation, and Zhao Changhe had to memorize it many times before he remembered it.

Tang Wanzhuang is also a master of swordsmanship, and he can tell at a glance that this thing is genuine, and it is definitely not a nonsense with closed eyes. Even if some masters can comprehend its meaning and express it, they may not be as good as him.

How did this work...

However, as a master of swordsmanship, seeing a copy of the sword emperor's skills, he really couldn't think about anything else, and soon sank into the sword intent, directly fascinated.

This sword manual is only an entry level, but the sword theory contained in it is already quite impressive.

From this point of view alone, the basic principles are still the same in ancient and modern times. People today are indeed not on the wrong path, but why do they see the gap of despair the more they go up?

Zhao Changhe wrote for a while, and ran out of ink, so he wanted to sharpen the ink in pain.Seeing him stop writing, Tang Wanzhuang quickly realized the reason, and subconsciously reached out to grind the ink first, with those eyes still looking at the manuscript and thinking.

A look of "you write, I want to read, I will do this little thing", vivid without talking.

Zhao Changhe looked up, didn't say anything, and continued to write with ink, feeling very strange in his heart.

This red sleeve adds fragrance to the feeling...

It is really fragrant, Mo Xiang, she is so graceful standing beside her, she is also fragrant.

I'm in a weird mood...but it's also embarrassing, because my calligraphy is so ugly that I blush so much that I don't deserve to be graced by such a peerless beauty.

Zhao Changhe was only forced by his parents to take part in the brush calligraphy interest class when he was very young. He knew how to hold a brush and write, but he cried and gave up after two months of learning. Damn tuition.

After traveling through such a long time, he has only moved a pen once, that is, the last time he silently wrote the blood evil skill for the heavenly scriptures to read, and he was barely familiar with it after writing a few thousand words.What's better than his peers is that he now has better control over his power, so he won't write crookedly like an earthworm, and it's relatively like a character, but that's all.

As he was writing, he couldn't help muttering: "Isn't it ugly?"

Tang Wanzhuang regained consciousness from the sword technique. In fact, he didn't pay attention to his words before. At this time, he was reminded to read it and found it interesting: "It's not bad, I can see that you have learned the basic skills. It's just unfamiliar... Well, I should have learned it, Zhao Cuo is a good place."

Zhao Changhe: "..."

Tang Wanzhuang admired his writing with a smile, and even boasted: "It's actually not bad, have you noticed that your writing is unfamiliar at the beginning, and the more you write, the more arrogant and powerful you are, showing your sharpness, and you have formed a style of your own? ...Although the structure is unbalanced, the layout is ugly, and it looks weird... Should this be called Zhaocuo Body?"

"...Can we not mention Zhao Cuo? By the way, are you praising me or hurting me?"

"Of course it's a compliment." Tang Wanzhuang smiled and said, "Do I expect you to become a famous calligrapher?"

Zhao Changhe said speechlessly: "As long as you can write like a character, you will be very happy, right?"

"It's because you still care about whether it looks good or not, which means you still have a desire to learn."

"I always feel that you are playing a nurturing game, including fooling me into playing the piano and saying it is meditation."

"It's just killing two birds with one stone. Playing the piano is really good for meditation and your current state. But what does it mean to develop a game?" Tang Wanzhuang said: "Actually, there are only you and me here, so let's just say it, I really want to guide you towards the prince." Cultivation, how can this be called a game? The word is used here frivolously, this is a very serious matter.”

"The main difference between nurturing games and normal nurturing is that nurturing games refer to cultivating children into the partners you want... ouch..."

With a "click", the hard ink stick turned into powder in the inkstone, and the ink splashed Zhao Changhe's face, and Tang Wan walked away in a huff.

(End of this chapter)