book of troubled times

Chapter 884 Mature trumpets can practice by themselves

"Going back?" Outside Gusu City, Tang Buqi went straight to the dock and watched Zhao Changhe board the boat: "It is said that your space changes and you are everywhere. If you want to go back to Beijing, you can go back directly. Why do you need to ferry?"

The ship was the fleet of the Suppressing Demon Division. Several large ships escorted Wu Yangyang and a large number of the demon elements arrested this time back to Beijing. Cui Yuanyang and Ling Ruoyu were both on board.

It was normal for the Demon Suppression Division to escort people back to the boat, but it was very puzzling for Tang Buqi that Zhao Changhe and Sanniang Huangfuqing were on the boat together. You said that you used to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger to send your apprentice south to the ferry. Now that your identity has been revealed, you still need to take the boat?

Zhao Changhe secretly glanced at Sanniang and Huangfu Qing, who were drinking on the bow of the boat, and coughed dryly: "Thirty years is a big dream, but I realize that everything has to be experienced slowly, so why be anxious."

Originally, he was just using pretentious words to cover up the embarrassment that he might be caught on the boat to hand over public food, but it was very touching to Tang Buqi's ears. He sighed softly and looked at the river without making a sound, as if he accepted Zhao Changhe's pretense. Force an explanation.

Tang Buqi was a troubled young man back then. He looked handsome and elegant even though he had gray hair on his temples as he grew older. The way he sighed to Jiang was actually quite artistic and could be included in a painting.

The Tang family's genes are quite good... but this kind of behavior is a bit inconsistent when it appears in Tang Buqi.

Zhao Changhe glanced at him and suddenly said: "Practice holding the piano can generally keep you young forever, you can do it too. When you saw me, you didn't want me to help you achieve this? You don't even need me, please excuse me. Auntie, she can help you."

Tang Buqi smiled: "What kind of family will an immortal Wu Hou raise? It goes against both nature and humanity. The scientific research has been carried out for thirty years, and the foundation of the family has been thinned with great effort. My aunt will not I will create a more terrifying family with my own hands."

"You didn't ask."

"Her various restrictions on the Tang family have been obvious over the years, so why make it difficult for her? It would be uncomfortable for everyone if she really said rejection. If you really want to live forever, you have the ability to practice on your own, instead of looking to others, whether it is your aunt still you."

"..." Zhao Changhe wanted to say something but was choked for a moment and couldn't speak.

Tang Buqi's words today are like facing his future death calmly. It feels like yesterday when I think about how Tang Buqi drank and cried because he was afraid of death.

Tang Buqi smiled casually: "I, Tang Buqi, will rule the southeast in this life, and my position as a minister is extremely high. I put down the chaos of Maitreya, opened up the prosperity of shipping, and governed the country and prospered in the south of the Yangtze River. My family is full of descendants. In troubled times, I will be eliminated from the list. The name has its own origin in ancient history. A gentleman has no tools and the sky is high, so there is no need to ask for it. "

After saying that, he bowed his hands and said, "Let's say goodbye."

Zhao Changhe turned around and got on the boat, cupping his hands and fists.

The big ship went north, and they said goodbye.

Huangfu Qing was sipping his wine, looking at Tang Buqi who was getting further and further away from the shore, and suddenly said: "My father has also passed away, do you know?"

Zhao Changhe was silent for a moment without answering.

Huangfu Yongxian was already a veteran in his sixties back then. He had suffered numerous wounds from the battlefield throughout his life. It was difficult to advance in his practice and to live a long life. This was something that had been predicted for a long time.

No matter how much you predict, you will wake up and the old friend will no longer be there.

"However, my father was granted a title of ten thousand households and died with great honor. As Tang Buqi said, he was a great minister and had no regrets. Now that Yanmen is under the leadership of Shaozong, do you think that the family is still intact?"

Zhao Changhe finally said: "Shaozong has been on the battlefield for a long time and has this qualification. We can't avoid him just because his surname is Huangfu. If Chi Chi had the intention, he would also change the defense zone."

Huangfu Qing nodded, sipped his wine and said nothing, looking at the river with his beautiful eyes in trance.

After not being in the world for a long time, human affairs are a bit detached for everyone now. Even when talking about his father and younger brother, it feels like talking about other people's family affairs, there is not much difference.

Time is the most terrible thing, and many things can pass by.

Zhao Changhe said: "Speaking of which, is it still necessary to suppress Yanmen now... Was there a gang that seized the dragon bird before and dedicated it to Mobei? Is there any change in the grassland?"

"Batu is afraid of us. Once he thinks that we will no longer be involved in human affairs, he will naturally have ambitions. It is not uncommon for people who are not my race." Sanniang, who was once in charge of affairs outside the Great Wall, is more aware of this matter: "But Batu is also getting older, and he has been sending people to stir things up, causing the descendants to fight for the throne, and there is a chaos. The so-called "seizing the sword to offer Mobei" is nothing more than being chased fiercely by the Demon Suppressor. "

Just as he was talking, Cui Yuanyang came from another boat on the waves. Before anyone arrived, he said with a smile: "The Demon Suppression Division does not dare to take credit. It is due to the unified environment of the mountains and rivers. They can't make any trouble. Back then, In troubled times, even if the leader of the Demon Suppression Department coughs up blood, it will be of no use."

Zhao Changhe turned to look at her, with a little surprise in his eyes as if he had just met her.

Apart from friends who have grown from youth to old age, among the women around me, the one who seems to have changed the most this time is undoubtedly Yangyang... The little person who used to pretend to be young even when he grew up completely stopped pretending this time. He has been busy doing business non-stop since he showed up, and his appearance of being loyal to the country is just like the evening makeup of the year.

When I originally wanted Yangyang to go to the Demon Suppressing Division, I never thought she would be able to do this. So, is the position of the head of the Demon Suppressing Division also being passed down in the public mind?

"Why are you looking at me like that?" As a result, Cui Yuanyang's first words on board the boat ruined his image. He sat directly on Zhao Changhe's lap and hung his neck with his hands: "It's really weird. You guys have been arguing for a long time. Why?" You’re all serious, your thighs are so easy to sit on, why don’t you even sit on them?”

Piaomiao rolled her eyes, and Sanniang Huangfuqing drank speechlessly.

Why are the younger ones around him more casual, while the older ones always suffer the consequences of being dumb in order to be more dignified?

Cui Yuanyang opened his mouth: "I want to drink."

Zhao Changhe raised the cup to her mouth and said with a smile: "I thought I had really changed my temper... Come on, come on, reward me for your hard work."

Cui Yuanyang lowered his head and drank, with a smile: "When you are seeking political power in your position, you must complete your duties before you come to have a private meeting with your lover... not to mention that there are so many Yingyingyanyan, old and young around Brother Zhao, I Even if you finish the work and come back later, Brother Zhao still hasn’t finished it yet. There’s still time..."

Zhao Changhe coughed dryly, and it was true that he had not finished his work: "Then your case is finished? So soon?"

Cui Yuanyang smiled and said: "Leave it to Ruo Yu. I told you long ago that the next head of the Demon Suppression Department will be Ruo Yu..."

Zhao Changhe laughed: "I think you want to get rid of the business."

Cui Yuanyang took it for granted: "You just know... Who doesn't want to retire after working for so many years? He has been looking for a successor for a long time. You can't squeeze me just because I'm young. I'm already an aunt."

"So you bully Ruoyu?"

"Why did you bully me?" Cui Yuanyang said angrily: "Hezhu, do you mean you were bullying me when you asked me to do this job?"

"Isn't it because you wanted to do it back then?"

"How do you know Ruoyu doesn't want to do it?"

"Because she has other things to do..." Zhao Changhe sighed: "If she was just Ruoyu, it might be suitable, but she is still Xinghe. Find someone else..."

Cui Yuanyang pouted and seemed to be considering other candidates. After a while, he said: "Were you talking about affairs outside the Great Wall just now? You have to ask me. These aunts have long been hermits and masters. They have never asked about worldly affairs..."

Sanniang: "..."

Huangfu Qing: "..."

The feeling just now was right. The next time I see the young person next to him, I will definitely throw it into the river first.

But Cui Yuanyang's words cannot be refuted. The two sages have been born in recent years, and they don't care about worldly affairs at all. The only one who can compete with Cui Yuanyang in worldly affairs is Piao Miao, and Piao Miao will not tear down Yang Yang's stage.

Cui Yuanyang glanced at the wilted Four Elephants Group and said with great satisfaction: "In fact, over the years, the imperial court has been building cities and moving outside the Great Wall. Monan has become more sinicized and the situation is different from before. The battle to be fought now is more important. It's a political war, a cultural war and an economic war. Your Majesty... Chichi is very shady in these matters, and he can do things that the late emperor could not do in his eight lifetimes."

Zhao Changhe: "..."

It's such a shame for a time traveler to be outclassed by an indigenous daughter in this kind of battle... Oh, I'm a time traveler too, so that's okay.

Cui Yuanyang said: "But a tough battle may still have to be fought sooner or later...but it probably won't be in the past few years. Of course, if Brother Zhao clearly rejoins the world, then we will never fight."

Zhao Changhe sipped his wine and pondered.

Huangfu Qing finally said: "We can't do the eternal law, and the affairs of the world will eventually be left to future generations, unless you want to rule the country forever. Do you... do you want to?"

"If everything is so free and easy, what would I have to worry about." Zhao Changhe looked at the river in a daze: "The biggest feeling I have about this recovery is the changes in the world, whether it is people or things... so the demon gods Youyouyuezhao never cares about these things?"

Piao Miao, who had been silent until now, finally spoke: "Yes. When you see the rise and fall of countless countries, the demise of countless civilizations, the reopening of the era, and the change of the world... it is a different experience than your three years of practice. Do you feel it now? Has there been a change in your own practice?”

Zhao Changhe nodded: "Well... I couldn't find what was after the third level of Yujing at first. Now that the third level is not reached, I already have a vague idea of ​​it."

When it comes to spiritual practice, Cui Yuanyang, who talks endlessly, becomes mute, while the old women gain energy. Sanniang asked curiously: "We all have this realization but can't see the door to the next step. How come you have it?" "Because besides time, there is also time. The biggest reason why Ye Wuming caught me here is that my knowledge is not affected by this." The limitations of this world are also the basis for causing harm to the original Tiandao." Zhao Changhe said: "If everyone wants to go to a higher level, I think we only need to get out of this world and go out to see the wider sea of ​​stars. I have said before that we need to forget the Four Symbols... This is especially important for you. If you are still in the framework of Suzaku Xuanwu, you will never be able to get out."

Huangfuqing said excitedly: "How to get out?"

Zhao Changhe's spiritual thoughts landed on another ship. Ling Ruoyu was interrogating a demonic element. The girl was carrying the Galaxy Sword and was full of energy.

"I'm not sure at the moment...but if there is a way, we can only land on Ruoyu."

Originally, he imagined that he would be forced to pay public rations along the way, but in the end, he went north while chatting all the way, and the atmosphere was not that prominent. Even when night falls and we go into the cabin to rest, we naturally sleep together on the same bed and catch up on the night conversation.

Thirty years of separation is simply endless.

Only when Ling Ruoyu came excitedly to greet his master early the next morning, he saw a man and four women emerging from the cabin at the same time. Everyone was dumbfounded.

“Good morning, Master…Good morning, Master…”

Zhao Changhe grinned: "Ruoyu..."

"Ah?" Ling Ruoyu cautiously took half a step back.

"It's a rule of our profession to practice in the morning, you know... It just so happens that Master is free, so he came to practice a set of sword skills."

Ling Ruoyu felt that this guy didn't really want to teach his disciples, he seemed to be bullying a child.

"Then... Then please give me some advice, Master. I'm a little bit unfamiliar with the new skills that Master just taught me."

"Swish, swish, swish", the sword light on the bow of the boat flashed, and a group of old ladies were watching curiously, eating melon seeds.

Really good practice...

Look at this strict code, it is worthy of Yue Hongling's teaching. His basic skills are solid, and he will probably be punished a lot.

Ling Ruoyu danced once, and with a red face, she carefully asked for advice: "Please give me some advice, Master."

Zhao Changhe felt that Ling Ruoyu was much more fun than Xinghe when he was a child. It was so fun to see how he danced the sword obediently to his master despite being ashamed, and then asked for advice in a serious manner...

"I didn't see it clearly. Let's dance again and see."

"Master, you..." Ling Ruoyu's face flushed and she stamped her feet: "With your ability, how could you not see clearly!"

"I'll see clearly when you dance again and it's completely different."

Ling Ruoyu was stunned for a moment, but he was thoughtful.

Of course, Yue Hongling's new sword skill cannot be a routine, but a sword intention. Master is reminding you that if you dance exactly the same thing every time, you will get it wrong.

The girl understood and danced again. Sure enough, the moves were completely different from the last time, but the meaning was similar.

"Yu'er has realized something..." The girl, sweating slightly after practicing her sword skills, saluted with excitement and admiration: "Thank you, Master."

Zhao Changhe happily turned to his wives and commented: "Look at how smart he is, he can teach himself."

Everyone picked up Zhao Changhe angrily and threw him into the Grand Canal.

I have seen bullies, but I have never seen people bully their own children.

It's not that you can't bully, I'm just afraid that if you bully too much, what will happen if someone misses your mother...

The days going north are so simple and unpretentious. When the whole family was happy, they would watch their young apprentice practice swordplay. If nothing happened, he would send his young apprentice to other ships to make soy sauce. Then Emperor Xinye would carry the two Four Elephants Venerables into the cabin to discuss doctrines, or King Zhao would bring the God of Sheji with him. Zhenmo Si was the first to explore the rivers and mountains. After three days of pleasant journey, he arrived at the capital.

Ling Ruoyu carried Xinghe on her back and looked up at the majestic city gate, with a little nostalgia in her eyes.

This is her second time in Beijing.

The last time she went to Beijing, she did the same thing as her father and master did back then - pretending to be a drunkard in a restaurant to challenge the young heroes of the capital. Her battle was much more difficult than Zhao Changhe's back then. At that time, the capital was at the end of the dynasty, and there were mostly useless dandies. However, it was far inferior to the heyday of today's gathering. Nowadays, how many young and powerful people gathered in the middle of the capital to study, it can be said that the wind and tigers With the gathering of Yunlong, her first place in Qianlong was achieved at that time.

Thinking about it now, regardless of whether Qianlong No. 1 was given by Tianshu's mother, many of the things he did were subconsciously imitating the legendary King Zhao, and were also traces of Xinghe's subconscious looking for his master.

Although what he did was heroic and refreshing, the consequences were quite serious... When Zhao Changhe did something similar, he ran away in a panic the next day, otherwise he wouldn't be able to withstand being challenged. Ling Ruoyu did the same. After pretending, he ran away and fled in a panic, so much so that he didn't even take a good look around the capital even after he came to the capital.

This time when I enter the city, I might have enemies...

Sure enough, before we even entered the city gate, someone pointed his sword at him: "Ling Ruoyu?"

Ling Ruoyu looked back: "Who is your Excellency?"

My enemies are all young Qianlongs. You have a beard. Whose...whose father is looking for trouble?
Then I also have a father.

As expected, the man said coldly, "Huang Youde is ranked 20th on the Human Ranking. The Huang Zhang you defeated at Songfeng Tower two months ago was my son. I didn't expect that in just two months, you have already reached the Human Ranking. So why don't I come and learn a few moves from you?"

Ling Ruoyu subconsciously turned around to look for her father, only to see Zhao Changhe hiding in the crowd of people around him and blinking, showing no intention of standing up for his child. But the aunts were not there. Cui Yuanyang escorted the prisoners off the ship to work early, and the others did not know where they went.

Ling Ruoyu resisted the desire to complain about his father, rolled his eyes, and showed an honest smile: "Do you know who my father is?"

Zhao Changhe: "?"

Huang Youde was stunned: "I don't know."

Most people in the world don't even know that Ling Ruoyu's master is Yue Hongling. If they knew, they would lose 90% of the time they dare to make trouble, and there would be no more experience value.

"It's okay if you don't know." Ling Ruoyu grinned, the smile was very similar to when Zhao Changhe bullied her: "Two months ago, I only tried Qianlong. Today is the right time, so why not do this..."

Huang Youde said with a straight face: "How?"

Ling Ruoyu pulled out his sword and pointed it at the plaque on the city gate: "I say, the people of Gyeonggi have gained a false reputation and will fight if they don't accept it."

"Pfft..." Zhao Changhe almost choked to death on his own saliva.

All the people who were preparing to enter the city were stunned. Little girl, do you know how many official figures there are in the Gyeonggi People's List? Apart from anything else, do you want to be killed by the Demon Suppressor?
The atmosphere was quiet for a moment, and then there was an explosion: "What an arrogant little girl, do you really think there is no one in the capital?"

"Go to Tongchuan City quickly!"

"There is no need to pass the call. The voice just now was probably heard by half of the capital... The eighteenth person on the list is indeed the eighteenth person on the list. This internal strength is not comparable to that of ordinary people."

"Come on, come on, many strong men are coming this way."

"The little girl is really desperate. How many people are she going to offend? Is her father the King of Zhao? How dare you be so tough!"

"Master Cui, the Demon Suppressor, is here... Chief Cui won't favor outsiders!"

"I don't know, but since the Demon Suppression Division is involved, I guess they won't let people win by relying on more, and they will uphold justice?"

In the midst of the commotion, an exclamation came from a distance: "Your Majesty is here!"

Yes, the emperor was alarmed, and there was no need for the Demon Suppressor to preside over this justice.

Ling Ruoyu raised his head. On the city gate, Xia Chichi was wearing a white robe, touching her belly and looking down at herself.

The meaning of that look was hard to understand, and the gesture of touching his belly was even harder to understand.

(End of this chapter)