The Book of Troubled Times

  Chapter 112 Tang Buqi

  Zhao Changhe rode his horse back to Yangzhou City in a trance.

  The matter of reforming the meridians is so important to him that his mind is a bit more chaotic than usual, and he is distracted all the way. It wasn't until he returned to the city that the hustle and bustle of the city came to his ears, and he woke up. He secretly criticized himself, but he was still not calm enough.

  So don’t laugh at how stupid it is for others to believe in cults and flickers.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, you can know that even Cui Wenjing, who is extremely powerful, thinks something that cannot be changed, and Tang Wanzhuang, who has mastered the country's martial arts resources, also avoids talking about it. Easily solved? Even if it is possible, the price is basically unbearable.

Either they really have some treasures, but you have to be a dog to let you use this resource. This possibility is low; the higher possibility is pure deceit. When you ask for something, you will naturally be rejected Slowly prying the heart defense, sliding into the abyss step by step, unable to struggle anymore.

Last night, I overheard Wan Dongliu talking with Mr. Gui, and he mentioned the control of secret techniques. Combined with what he said today, "someone will come to teach the law", it is basically the same, that is, a celestial girl came to accompany you to preach and give liquid... I have Naturally, he would not forcefully refuse what he asked for.

  Then this kind of dual-repair and nourishing secret technique mostly has the effect of soul control, or there is a way to make you extremely obsessed with it, most of it is this kind of routine.

  Zhao Changhe smiled self-deprecatingly, it seems that he still has some value...

   While he was thinking about it, there was a sudden shout from the upper right side: "The horse rider under the bridge is the bloodthirsty Asura Zhao Changhe?"

  Zhao Changhe turned his head and looked, but it was a restaurant. There were no walls, doors and 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 disdainful.

  Wan Dongliu ran up behind the young man, pulling him anxiously: "Brother Tang, kindness makes money..."

   It looked like Wan Dongliu invited this person to dinner, but when he saw Zhao Changhe walking under the bridge, he went crazy and came to provoke him.

  Zhao Changhe said lightly: "It's Zhao Changhe, but it's not Shura. Your Excellency?"

  The young man proudly said: "Gusu Tang is not a weapon."

   "Understood." Zhao Changhe waved his hand: "Twenty-four years old, one hundred and two Qianlong, you should learn more from your sister, don't come out to drink flower wine."

   "Sister?" The young man choked for a moment, and said dumbly, "Tang Shouzuo is my next cousin."

   "Cough, cough, cough..." Zhao Changhe almost choked on his own saliva, and it was Cui Yuanyang who flashed inexplicably in his mind, wondering why she didn't have an older generation, and it would be fun for a bunch of white-bearded grandpas to call her aunt. Well, maybe there is, I just haven't seen it.

  The thought of going offline flashed by, and he said with a joke: "Little nephew, be good, Yangzhou is a place for adults to play, go back and drink milk."

  Tang Buqi was furious: "Rebels, dare to speak lies! Look at the sword!"

  A pool of spring water fell from the sky and went straight to Zhao Changhe on the horse.

  The railing upstairs was crowded with people, and pedestrians around stopped and looked up.

   This is the battle of heroes in the hidden dragon list! rare!

   "Brother Wan." Someone in the restaurant said, "Why does Mr. Tang's sword look so slow, I can dodge it?"

  Wan Dongliu smiled and sipped his wine, but did not answer.

In fact, there is no need to answer, because this person didn't finish his sentence, and the sparrow on Zhao Changhe's back suddenly came out of its sheath, and fell on the side of Tang Buqi's sword road. He looked at a few inches away, but suddenly let out a metal and iron cry crisp sound.

  When he looked intently, the saber and the sword clearly hit him squarely, just like Tang Buqi turned his sword temporarily and gave it to Zhao Changhe to chop.

   There was an instant uproar in the restaurant.

   Few people can understand the battle between the four layers of the mere porch!

  Tang Buqi couldn't hold back in mid-air, so he flew back upside down and landed steadily on the railing of the restaurant. He stared sharply at Zhao Changhe below, the disdain in his eyes disappeared, and he was incomparably dignified.

  This man can really detect the Chunshui swordsmanship at a glance... His saber movement, I don't know if it is an illusion, but why does it also have a little Tang family's intention?

  The person who asked Wan Dongliu that the sword looked slow had already been dumb, knowing that if he received the sword himself, there might already be a blood hole in his throat. He looked at Tang Buqi's back in awe, and asked Wan Dongliu in a low voice, "Brother Wan, how do you explain this sword and slash?"

Wan Dongliu said with a smile: "The spring water swordsmanship is unfathomable. It really shows you the way. You are also among the ranks of potential dragons. What's more, brother Tang's sword has its own style, and it has everyone's style. It would be very embarrassing for me to pick it up."

  Tang Buqi heard it, turned around and nodded slightly, indicating that he would accept the handful.

   After all, he was forced to retreat on the scene, and everyone knew that he was at a disadvantage. Wan Dongliu said this, but he lost face.

Wan Dongliu said again: "Brother Zhao's saber is worthless, pointing directly at the essence. This is the fighting acumen brought about by **** fights in the Jianghu. What's more valuable is that Brother Zhao seems to have glimpsed the way of combining toughness and softness. In my opinion, this potential dragon is eighty-eight low, and he has to be ranked higher."

  Zhao Changhe looked up at him, and smiled to show his appreciation.

   Help me pretend to be aggressive... Otherwise, I don’t want to hurt Tang Wanzhuang’s nephew. I can’t see how powerful this knife is, and I can’t pretend to be forced. Isn’t it nice to have a passerby explaining it…

  Although the last sentence of this guy does not know if it reminds others that Zhao Changhe is not as malicious as before, it is not easy to judge.

  Zhao Changhe's thoughts turned around, and he rode away with a big smile on his face: "Little nephew, this sword is not bad, it still needs to be polished."

  Tang Buqi shouted angrily: "Let me hear you insulting my parents and seniors again, you and I will never stop!"

Dare to love because I used to say hello to his aunt a few times before, this kid came to trouble for the dignity of the elders... Your aunt doesn't care, you are so entangled... But this reason is okay, Zhao Changhe waved his hand indifferently, leisurely He rode his horse across the bridge and disappeared into the streets in the blink of an eye.

It turned out that I still overestimated these young masters. Not long after I left, a middle-aged man stopped at the end of the street: "The former wanted criminal, rode a horse through the downtown area, and fought with a knife...Your Excellency, let’s go back to Zhenmagic Division for a while." Let's go."

   "..." This Tang Buqi didn't bother on the surface, but secretly ordered Zhenmensi to come and arrest people. What kind of urban novel is this threaded into? Zhao Changhe was speechless.

   Originally, I planned to talk to Zhenmagic about the situation, but I couldn't openly ask Zhenmagic where he was going, so I couldn't implement it, and it seemed that I didn't need to implement it this time.

"Lao Tzu's arrest warrant has been revoked, and his status is the same as that of ordinary people. If I fight with a knife and I want to be arrested, then what is Tang not provoking with a sword? Is Zhenmagic the imperial court's Zhenmagic, or Tang The town magician at home?"

The middle-aged man was a little embarrassed. He looked around at the passers-by in the distance, and could only say: "The revocation of your arrest warrant is the first one to give the Cui family face. It does not mean that you have been pardoned. What's more, your background is a bandit. Why did you enter the city? Our responsibility Where it is, you should always ask clearly."

   "When I entered the city, one was Yangzhou Fengyue, and the other was a person from Jiangnan." Zhao Changhe reined in and changed lanes, not bothering to pay attention: "I've seen them all now. The wind and the moon are commendable, and the characters are average."

  The middle-aged man sighed helplessly, and suddenly transmitted the voice into the secret: "Maitreya teaches spiritual illusion, which will make you think that he is a close and reliable person. Be careful and don't trust him."

  Zhao Changhe was startled, with an expression of displeasure still on his face, and rode away.

  It turns out that this is Tang Wanzhuang's true confidant. He probably knows his identity as a "secret agent".

  In this city...it seems that everyone is living a very tired life, whether they are righteous or evil, they are all acting.

   Clouds gathered in the sky, making everyone breathless.

  However, Yue Hongling followed Zhao Changhe all the way into the city, and when Zhao Changhe was entangled by Tang Buqi, she didn't want Wan Dongliu and others to find out that she followed her, so she pondered for a while, and went to Xiaoxiang Hall first.

   After a little investigation, I soon found several women who had a strong atmosphere of Maitreya's teachings, and they were changing clothes happily.

  One of them was particularly tall and handsome, with slightly dressed eyebrows, and exuded a heroic spirit. The old bustards put on her red warrior outfit with a smile on her face, tied her ponytail up, and straightened her skirt: "Look at this, isn't she the real Yue Hongling?"

   Guessing that this is the so-called Nianhua Tiannv, Yue Hongling has to admit that it really looks alike.

  The Nianhua Tiannv said: "The main thing is that heroic spirit is a bit difficult to learn, we are not that type... Besides, if we really get along with him, what kind of posture should we have, this can't be hidden."

"It doesn't matter. At this moment, his heart is all about the meridians. With the woman he has a crush on comforting and preaching, he will only sink in and take it seriously. Besides, he doesn't know what Yue Hongling looks like on the bed. You are just a monster. That's because I like him."

  Yue Hongling: "..."

  Which is tolerable or unbearable, you are not only trying to pretend, you are even really planning to make Zhao Changhe think that he is having fun with Yue Hongling!

  Nianhua Tiannv tidied it up, looked in the mirror, smiled and said: "It's really quite similar, even I can't tell the difference."

Everyone laughed: "What's more, how much does he really know about Yue Hongling? Once the secret technique is used, with a little guidance, he can't tell the difference. It is said that Tang Buqi stopped him at the bridge and started fighting. You might as well go to his room." Wait, as soon as the door is opened, the girl you have a crush on is sitting there, and the young man's heart is probably going to melt."

   A group of people smiled and sent Nianhua Tiannv to Zhao Changhe's room, then scattered and retreated.

  The Nianhua Tiannv gesticulated a few poses in the room, looking for Yue Hongling's feeling, suddenly a blur appeared in front of her eyes, and there seemed to be another Yue Hongling in the mirror.

  She turned her head to look in horror, her eyes suddenly went dark, and she lost consciousness.

  Zhao Changhe returned to the Xiaoxiang Hall full of thoughts, and pushed open the door of his room.

  Yue Hongling sat at the table and poured herself a drink. Seeing him enter, she smiled slightly: "You're back?"

  Grass, send me the image of this illusion thief! Zhao Changhe's heart jumped wildly, this nima is too much like Yue Hongling!

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  PS: Let’s add ~12 o’clock tonight.

  (end of this chapter)