Chapter 112 Tang Buqi
Zhao Changhe rode his horse back to Yangzhou City in a daze.
The matter of transforming meridians was so important to him that his mind was a little more confused than usual, and he was distracted all the way. It wasn’t until he returned to the city that the hustle and bustle of the city reached his ears, and he woke up. He secretly criticized himself for not being calm enough.
So don’t laugh at how stupid others are for believing in the lies of cults. It’s just a matter of whether they hit what you care about most.
In fact, if you think about it carefully, you will know that even Cui Wenzhu, who is extremely powerful, believes that it is something that cannot be changed, and Tang Wanzhuang, who controls the country’s martial arts resources, avoids talking about it. How could he? Can such a quack sect easily solve this problem? Even if it is possible, the price is basically unbearable.
Either they really have some treasure, but they have to be a complete dog before they can let you use this resource. This possibility is lower; the higher possibility is that it is pure deception. When you ask for something, Naturally, your defenses will be slowly pried away, and you will slide step by step into the abyss, unable to struggle any longer.
Last night I overheard Wan Dongliu talking to Turtle Gong, and they mentioned practicing secret techniques to control. Combined with what I said today, “Someone will come to teach you the law,” I basically agree that a goddess will accompany you to preach and give liquids. …If you ask for something, you will naturally not refuse it forcefully.
Then this kind of secret technique of dual repair and replenishment mostly has the effect of soul control, or there is a way to make you extremely obsessed with it, and it is probably this kind of routine.
Zhao Changhe smiled mockingly, it seems that he is still of some value…
While I was thinking about it, a shout suddenly came from the upper right side: “The person riding the horse under the bridge is the bloodthirsty Shura Zhao Changhe?”
Zhao Changhe turned around and saw that it was a restaurant. There were no walls, doors or windows upstairs. It was an open hall for guests to drink and enjoy the scenery. A young man stepped on the railing and looked down sideways, as if he was very disdainful.
Wan Dongliu ran up behind the young man and pulled him anxiously: “Brother Tang, brother Tang, harmony brings wealth…”
It seemed that Wan Dongliu had invited this man to dinner, but when he saw him walking under the Zhao Changhe Bridge, he went crazy and came to provoke him.
Zhao Changhe said calmly: “It’s Zhao Changhe, but it’s not Shura. Who is your Excellency?”
The young man said proudly: “Gusu Tang Buqi.”
“Got it.” Zhao Changhe waved his hand: “Twenty-four years old, Qianlong 120, you’d better learn more from your sister and don’t go out to drink wine.”
“Sister?” The young man choked for a moment and said numbly: “The chief minister of the Tang Dynasty is my cousin.”
“Cough, cough, cough…” Zhao Changhe almost choked on his own saliva. What flashed through his mind was Cui Yuanyang, secretly wondering why she was not older. A bunch of old men with white beards called her aunt. That’s fun. Well, maybe there is, but I haven’t seen it.
The thought of being offline flashed by, and he said with a smile: “My nephew, be good, Yangzhou is a place for adults to play, go back and drink milk.”
Tang Buqi was furious: “A rebellious person, how dare you speak nonsense! Look at the sword!”
A stream of spring water fell from the sky and went straight to Zhao Changhe who was on horseback.
The railings upstairs were crowded with people, and passers-by stopped and looked up.
This is a battle of heroes in the Qianlong Ranking! Rare to see!
“Brother Wan.” Someone in the restaurant said, “Why does Mr. Tang’s sword look so slow that I can dodge it?”
Wan Dongliu smiled and sipped his wine without answering.
In fact, there is no need to answer, because this person has not finished what he said. The dragon bird on Zhao Changhe’s back suddenly unsheathed and clattered on the side of the road with Tang Buqi’s sword. He looked a few inches away, but suddenly a golden sound came out. The crisp sound of iron chiming.
When I looked closely, I saw that the swords and swords had clearly hit each other, as if Tang Buqi had temporarily changed the path of his sword and sent it to Zhao Changhe to chop.
The restaurant was instantly in uproar.
Few people can understand the struggle between the four levels of the entrance hall!
Tang Buqi couldn’t bear the strength in mid-air, so he flew back and landed firmly on the railing of the restaurant. He stared sharply at Zhao Changhe below, the disdain in his eyes disappeared, and he was extremely dignified.
This man can actually detect Chunshui swordsmanship at a glance… I wonder if his sword power is an illusion, but does it contain a hint of the Tang family’s intention?
The man who asked Wan Dongliu how slow the sword looked was already mute, knowing full well that if he took the sword, his throat might already be a **** hole. He looked at Tang Buqi’s back with some awe, and asked Wan Dongliu in a low voice: “Brother Wan, how do you explain this sword strike?”
Wan Dongliu said with a smile: “The Chun Shui Sword Technique is so beautiful and unpredictable that you can really see the way. You are also one of the hidden dragons. What’s more, Brother Tang’s sword has its own style and is popular among everyone.” , even if I come to pick him up, I will be very embarrassed.”
Tang Buqi heard this, turned around and nodded slightly in greeting, indicating that he would accept the compliment.
After all, he was forced to retreat with a knife, and everyone knew that he was at a disadvantage. Wan Dongliu said this, but he lost face.
Wan Dongliu said again: “Brother Zhao’s sword is worthless and goes straight to the essence. This is the combat acumen gained from **** battles in the rivers and lakes. It is not comparable to ordinary people. You and I can’t do this in a different place.” What is particularly valuable is that Brother Zhao seems to have seen the way to combine strength and softness. In my opinion, this Qianlong is too low and needs to be ranked higher.”
Zhao Changhe looked up at him and smiled to show his appreciation.
Help me pretend to be cool… Otherwise, I don’t want to hurt Tang Wanzhuang’s little nephew. This knife can’t be seen to be very powerful. I can’t pretend to be cool. Wouldn’t it be nice to have an exclaiming passerby explaining…
Although the last sentence of this guy is not sure whether it reminds others that Zhao Changhe is not as malicious as he used to be, it is not easy to judge.
Zhao Changhe changed his mind and rode away with a smile on his face: “My nephew, this sword is not bad, it still needs to be polished.”
Tang Buqi shouted angrily: “Let me hear you speak rudely to my elders again, and I will fight to the death!”
The reason why I dare to love is because I have raped his aunt several times in the past. This kid is looking for trouble for the dignity of his elders… Your aunt doesn’t care about it, so you are so confused… But this reason is okay, Zhao Changhe doesn’t care. He waved his hand, rode across the bridge leisurely, and disappeared into the streets in the blink of an eye.
It turned out that I still overestimated these young men. Not long after I left, a middle-aged man stopped me at the end of the street: “I am a wanted criminal. He beat a horse through the busy city and fought with a knife… Your Excellency, you should come back to town with us.” Let’s take a trip, Moshi.”
“…” On the surface, Tang Buqi was not entangled, but behind his back, he actually summoned the Demon Suppressor to get someone. Is this some kind of urban novel? Zhao Changhe was speechless.
I originally planned to ask Zhenmo Si to find out the situation, but I couldn’t just ask people where Zhen Mo Si was going, so I couldn’t implement it. It seems that there is no need to do it this time. Zhen Mo Si here is really not that good. reliable.
“My arrest warrant has been revoked, and now I am no different from an ordinary person. If I am arrested for fighting with a knife, then what is the point of Tang Buqi provoking with a sword? The Demon-Suppressing Division is the Demon-Suppressing Division of the imperial court. , or the Tang family’s Demon Suppressor?”
The middle-aged man was a little embarrassed. He looked left and right at the passers-by who were watching in the distance, and said: “The cancellation of your wanted order is to give face to the Cui family. It does not mean that you have been acquitted. Besides, you are a bandit, why did you enter the city? We should clearly understand where our responsibilities lie.”
“When I came to the city, one was Yangzhou Fengyue, and the other was a figure from Jiangnan.” Zhao Changhe reined in his horse and changed lanes, too lazy to pay attention: “Now I have seen them all, Fengyue is commendable, and the characters are ordinary.”
The middle-aged man sighed helplessly and suddenly heard a secret voice: “The Maitreya Cult has spiritual illusions that will make you feel that they are close and reliable people. Remember to be careful and don’t trust them credulously.”
Zhao Changhe was stunned for a moment, but with an angry look on his face, he rode away.
It turns out that this person is a true confidant of Tang Wanzhuang. He probably knows his identity as a “secret agent”. He also wants to communicate with him but there is no chance. He complies with Mr. Tang’s request and can come to see him openly.
In this city… everyone seems to be very tired from life, and everyone, whether good or evil, is putting on a show.
Dark clouds gathered in the sky, making everyone breathless.
But it was said that Yue Hongling followed Zhao Changhe all the way into the city. When Zhao Changhe was entangled by Tang Buqi, she didn’t want to be discovered by Wan Dongliu and others following her. She thought for a while and went to Xiaoxiang Pavilion first.
After a brief investigation, I quickly found several women with strong aura of Maitreya cultivating techniques, happily changing their clothes.
One of them is particularly tall and handsome, with slightly dressed eyebrows and exuding a heroic spirit. Several old madams smiled and put her in red warrior uniforms, tied her tail into a ponytail, and straightened her clothes: “Look at this, isn’t she a perfect Yue Hongling?”
I guess this is the so-called flower-carrying goddess. Yue Hongling had to admit that she really looked like her.
Nian Hua Tian Nu said: “Mainly, this kind of heroic spirit is a bit difficult to learn, we are not that kind… Besides, if you really get along with him, what kind of posture should you have? You can’t hide it.”
“It doesn’t matter. He is preoccupied with meridians at the moment. With the woman he has a crush on comforting and preaching, he will only become more and more serious. Besides, he doesn’t know what Yue Hongling looks like in bed. You are No matter how evil you are, it’s just because you like him.”
Yue Hongling: “…”
What is unbearable is that you are not only pretending, you are actually planning to make Zhao Changhe think that he is having fun with Yue Hongling!
The Flower Goddess sorted it out, looked at it in the mirror, and said with a smile: “They really look alike, even I can hardly tell them apart.”
Everyone laughed: “Besides, how well does he really understand Yue Hongling? Once the secret technique is used and a little guidance is given, he can’t tell the difference at all. It is said that he is being stopped by Tang Buqi and started to fight at the bridge. You might as well go He was waiting in the room. As soon as the door opened, the girl he had a crush on was sitting there. The young man’s heart probably melted.”
The group of people sent the Flower Girl into Zhao Changhe’s room with a smile, and then dispersed.
The flower-handling goddess made several gestures to herself in the room, looking for Yue Hongling’s feeling. Suddenly, her eyes blurred, and there seemed to be an extra Yue Hongling in the mirror.
She turned around to look in shock, her vision suddenly went dark, and she lost consciousness.
Zhao Changhe returned to Xiaoxiang Pavilion full of thoughts and opened the door of his room.
Yue Hongling was sitting at the table, pouring herself a drink. When she saw him coming in, she smiled slightly: “Back?”
Hey, this illusion thief looks like a thief! Zhao Changhe’s heart was beating wildly, this guy looked so much like Yue Hongling!
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PS: Let’s add ~12 o’clock tonight.