book of troubled times

Chapter 182
It's not like I haven't seen other princes before. The dead prince before was not only a prince, but also a real prince. Isn't everyone's meeting just business affairs?

A few years ago, the prince didn't get married, and Tang Wanzhuang just joined the town magic department not long ago, and everyone also has contacts, isn't that still business?
At that time, the crown prince also had a bit of lust in his eyes, Tang Wanzhuang couldn't bear to cut it with a sword, and he had absolutely no liking for the crown prince and was quite disgusted.

Fortunately, at that time, the Tang family didn't have any figures, their status was average, and the Tang family never thought that they could marry the royal family.The prince later had a concubine, and he couldn't think blindly about the subordinates of Zhenma, and everyone became more official.

As a result, the Crown Princess died, and the Tang family had a character...but that character was herself, Tang Wanzhuang.

It's ridiculous to think about it.

Thinking about it would diverge too far, the past is not important, what is important is the precedent, Tang Wanzhuang knows that it is impossible for him to be so kind to any prince.

Because it's impossible for any prince to feel sorry for her, let her forget about so many things, play nursery rhymes to her, and persuade her to laugh at the world of mortals.

The prince only hoped that she would do more to guard their country.

After a long time, Tang Wanzhuang turned her head slightly and said, "There is one more thing, which is the fingering technique that I promised you during the day. There is no secret recipe for this. Come out, and I will teach you."

As for the question just now, I just skipped it, as if it didn't exist.

Zhao Changhe didn't continue to ask, she was able to remain silent, which was already an answer.

"How to practice fingering?"

"This is a set of acupoint tapping and brushing techniques. When the acupoints are sealed, there is no trace, and it is extremely difficult to guard against; after the acupoints are sealed, the technique is special, and the general method of punching the acupoints is difficult to break away. Look..." Tang Wanzhuang raised her slender hands slightly, Like plucking flowers, like brushing willows, like a lover flirting with you, passing her delicate hand over your chest.

With the twisting of fingers, Zhao Changhe's vital acupoints on his chest have been sealed at some point.

Tang Wanzhuang was a little distracted, and said casually: "How did this trick come out just now, did you see clearly?"

Before he finished speaking, his wrist tightened, and he was inexplicably caught by Zhao Changhe: "My lord is so absent-minded, he will capsize in the gutter."

Why wasn't he tapped?

Tang Wanzhuang was anxious, was this guy just having his own erotic dream just now, wouldn't he really want to be frivolous while parting?
But just when she was about to withdraw her wrist, she suddenly felt a soft and powerful breath penetrate into the meridian, along the stretch of Taiyuan acupoint, and flow upward along the hand Taiyin Lung Meridian.

Tang Wanzhuang is no stranger to this attribute of infuriating energy. The quality of the Liuhe magic skill and the fourth level of the porch is almost as good as that of other people's sixth level.

But the operation method at this time is a bit weird, as if... it is blending with her breath, and going back and forth?
Double repair?

"Speaking of which is called double cultivation, I don't know if you will resist it, but in fact there is no need." Zhao Changhe said calmly: "For so many days, I only watched you think about business affairs, other people's affairs, and my affairs. I haven't thought about your own illness. If you don't want to, let me think about it. This bit of zhenqi in the porch is not worth a damn in the eyes of the chief seated lord, and it's a drop in the bucket for your situation, but I did it, even if it's nothing Use it, and feel more comfortable."

Tang Wanzhuang's strength to struggle was gone in an instant.

Silently feeling his little brook-like zhenqi rushing into the flames of the burning mountain, it was evaporated cleanly, a drop in the bucket, but it kept pouring in, hitting the wall constantly, his head broke when he knew he was desperate but refused to give up. blood flow.

Tang Wanzhuang bit her lower lip tightly, her nose was a little sore for some reason.

"It's really useless..." Tang Wanzhuang said softly, her voice a little hoarse: "Shuangxiu is just an auxiliary technique, it is not a panacea. If you have already peeked into the secret treasure, and there is a famous doctor to assist you, maybe you will still be able to recover." If you can think about it, it's just a waste of true energy now."

Zhao Changhe didn't speak, and continued to waste his energy stubbornly.

Tang Wanzhuang didn't speak anymore, and silently experienced his true energy.

Summer nights are getting quieter.

Only the man held the woman's wrist, and the woman lowered her eyebrows. The scene was like a bloody drama where she wanted to break up but was held back by the man.

The sound of footsteps crushing the night, Tang Buqi's anxious voice came: "Brother Zhao, Zhao...uh..."

The two turned their heads at the same time, and saw Tang Buqi retreating step by step outside the courtyard gate, and then shrank out of sight.

Tang Wanzhuang said slowly: "Come in, how can you be so flustered? I don't know how to be quiet even though I'm so old."

Tang Buqi poked his head out from the courtyard gate.

Where are you still holding that hand?Are you done?
In fact, to our Tang family, this scene seems to be nothing. The problem is that I should tell the old man who is the bastard who refuses this kind of marriage?

Zhao Changhe finally let go of his hand: "Brother Tang has left the customs? Has the entrance reached the fifth level?"

"Hmm..." Tang Buqi hummed, he didn't know what he wanted to say here, as if he came here to visit his uncle for a performance report after leaving customs...

Tang Wanzhuang said lightly: "What you want to say is nothing more than Maitreya's incident. You come to tell your friend and hope he can help you? Go back. I'm the one who wants to drive him away. What can I keep?"

It can be seen that you are trying to chase him away, and then he grabs you and stalks you, but you still look like you are trying to say no.Tang Buqi didn't want to say a word anymore. This scene was common when I used to meet girls outside, but I was too experienced... So my aunt is just an ordinary woman.

Tang Wanzhuang said again: "You came just in time, I wanted to say a few words to you. These days, I explored the periphery of the Sword Emperor's Mausoleum, broke some restrictions, got some ancient pills, sword pills, and a few treasured sword collections , the grades are very high. Sisi only took a small amount of medicine, and I sorted out some to return to the public. The rest belongs to our Tang family. To put it bluntly, this place is also in the back mountain of the Tang family. If it is not our share at all, it can’t be justified .”

Tang Buqi was overjoyed: "I also want to talk to my aunt about this, because I'm afraid that my aunt will be so obsessed with the public that if she really returns all the things to the public, then we will be in a big loss! Why, this is something from our back mountain, okay?"

Tang Wanzhuang said unhappily: "My aunt is not a saint, and she also has selfish intentions. The things left to the Tang family this time may not be worse than Gui Gong's things, and may even be more useful. In addition, Changhe has sorted out some swordsmanship, you see Is he willing to write a set and leave it to the Tang family. What we want is our own future after all, not to leave someone here to help."

Tang Buqi relaxed all over: "That's fine. Gu...Brother Zhao will definitely agree..."

Zhao Changhe let out a "hmm".

Tang Wanzhuang's beautiful eyes finally focused on his face again, and there was nothing to be seen in the flickering eyes.

It took a long time before he whispered: "No, just leave when you finish talking, we still have something to do."

Tang Buqi burst into tears.

I just stopped by to talk about something serious, you stuffed me with a mouthful of food, and finally kicked me, bitch!
Zhao Changhe was amused by the sadness of parting, and couldn't help laughing: "It's really fun."

Tang Wanzhuang Yanran: "He has been playful since he was a child."

After one sentence, the atmosphere became normal again, Tang Wanzhuang smiled: "Okay, I really don't have much time, I must teach you this acupuncture technique immediately."

Zhao Changhe also retreated a little distance, and said solemnly: "Please guide me."

"Remember, this is one of the unique skills of the Tang family. It's called Bibo Qingyi, which means that people are in the water, with ripples rippling in all directions. It looks soft and harmless, but in fact, all the vital points of the body are covered, murderous intentions are hidden, invisible..."

It was slower for Zhao Changhe to learn this set of acupressure skills than to learn sword skills.

Because he really focuses his kung fu on the knife, and his unarmed skills are extremely lacking, and this acupuncture hand is not simply acupoint fingering, but a whole set of unarmed kung fu against the enemy.His foundation is weak, and his path is completely opposite to his own opening and closing, so naturally he learns slowly.

But to what extent are those who teach deliberately slow, and those who learn are deliberately stupid?

No one knows.

I only know that during the teaching, the arms are intertwined and the eyes are looking at each other. The atmosphere is weird and unspeakable.

Zhou Botong and Ying Gu will tell you that masters and apprentices of the opposite sex should not teach this kind of delicate grasping skills, especially when it involves acupuncture points on the body.

I don't know if he is practicing martial arts or touching someone.

At the end of the study, I don't know if it's the heat or what. Tang Wan, who has always been pale, is covered in red makeup, and she looks like she is running for her life: "This, this method is not very suitable for you. If you If there is a chance, I will go to find a domineering fist... I, I should go to Jinling, and there will be a period later."

Before the words were finished, there was a faint trace of her, and she jumped over the wall to run away, and she didn't even want to leave the door.

Zhao Changhe looked up at the courtyard wall she had left, and the sun was rising above it, and it was already light.

Looking down at the palm of his hand, there is a lingering fragrance.

(End of this chapter)