The Book of Troubled Times

  Chapter 164 A Rare Rest Time

  Zhao Changhe pondered that now Gusu is in turmoil, and the Tang family is also in a mess. The Tang family's aunts and nephews have no time to come over, and their injuries have not been healed. It seems that there is really nothing to do.

   Want to chat with Sisi a few more words, but it is not good to directly ask her about the situation of the ancient spirit tribe, so that everyone is hiding it on their own, which is very embarrassing. It seems that it is really better to hide in the room and tell stories.

   It can be regarded as a rare rest time since time travel. The pace of the first half of the year is indeed too fast. Looking back, I am really tired.

  Seeing that Zhao Changhe agreed, Sisi was very happy, and ran away without a trace.

   When she reappeared, she changed into a maid's clothes again, and she really didn't show her waist, and was tightly wrapped.

Then he happily pulled him to sit on the side of the coffee table, and took out some bottles and jars like offering treasures: "This disguise is actually not a big deal, it is a special material prepared by a relatively secret formula, which can be seen on the face and real skin. It looks the same! If you are proficient, you can match different skin colors, which is the basis for impersonating someone else. If you don’t want to pretend to be someone else, you can cover up the scars or something, learn the formula and you’re done.”

  Zhao Changhe poked his head and looked: "It does smell bad, are the raw materials easy to find?"

   "It's not easy to find, but you have the backing of the Tang family to be afraid of this? You don't want as much as you want." Sisi sniffled, suddenly put away her things, and flipped her hand: "Give me some money."

  Zhao Changhe: "?"

  Sisi said confidently: "I have no money, and your banknotes have been placed in front of me several times. Do you know how hard I endured to not take them away?"

  Zhao Changhe laughed dumbfounded: "If I give you money, does it count as support or as extra money for the maid?"

  Sisi's eyes fluttered, and she said in a charming voice: "Now I have to explain my identity to the Tang family, so I can really be a maid, okay? But this maid is a bit expensive..."

  Zhao Changhe took out a thousand taels of silver and stuffed it in: "Is it enough for ten days?"

  Sisi snatched the bank note and muttered, "It's only been ten days...Three days have been deducted before."

  Zhao Changhe really couldn't laugh or cry: "Hey, you are really my maid now, do you know that, you really don't want face?"

   "What's wrong with being a maid, what else can the master do besides flirting with his mouth?"

   "... I think you have forgotten some tragic past?"

  Sisi poked her neck and said, "I don't remember! Okay, let's continue talking about disguise. Do you just want to change your appearance so that you can do some secret things, or do you want to learn how to disguise yourself as someone else?"

   "I don't want to live in someone else's face, pure stupid..." Facing Sisi's rapidly becoming dangerous gaze, Zhao Changhe hastily made amends: "Uh, no, very smart, very smart..."

   Sisi glared at him, and Zhao Changhe raised his hands in surrender.

  Sisi snorted: "Make-up into someone else is the highest achievement of disguise. It's not just about makeup skills, it also involves role-playing. This is an art, and it's by no means inferior to martial arts! Who are you calling stupid?"

  Zhao Changhe laughed and said: "I know why you stole the things from the robbery door, but Ye Wuzong is not angry anymore. I think you are his real Taoist inheritance. Ji Chengkong obviously doesn't have your love."

  Sisi was startled, her eyes hesitated a little, and she said after a while, "So why don't you like it?"

  Zhao Changhe said lightly: "I just think that no one is qualified for me to play him."

   "..." Sisi twitched the corners of her mouth, not bothering to pay attention to him. What kind of knife matches what kind of person, people and swords think they are domineering, Sisi thinks this is called... can't describe it, but unfortunately she doesn't know the word Zhonger.

   "All right, all right, I just want to cover up my appearance, so I'll just give you the secret ingredients. Should I tell a story now?"

   "...Okay." Zhao Changhe also felt that in the case of Dao Yi plus a story in exchange for a disguise formula, this guy actually gave priority to the story instead of Dao Yi, which is also a complete fool.

   Both of them have a full and correct understanding of each other.

  Sisi couldn't hear his words, and was very happy to see that he agreed. She was busy boiling water and making tea, staring there with watery eyes on her chin, waiting for him to tell a story.

  Zhao Changhe looked a little funny looking at her, she looked like a little girl nestled in a ravine who had never seen the world... In other words, how big a territory and how many people does her Ancient Spirit Clan have? I am afraid that the ears of those stories about the gods and demons of the era passed down from generation to generation can be heard as cocoons. How can they be as rich and colorful as the humanities in China now, let alone modern novels.

   "This story starts with a man surnamed Duan..." Zhao Changhe didn't intend to tell the whole story, how long would it be?

  As a result, Si Si paid more attention to Duan Yu's story than he thought: "The Duan family in Dali is recorded in the history of the era."

  Zhao Changhe was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that there was King Yao, Shun Yu, Qinghe Cui Langya in the history of the era, and there were many poems and chapters circulated. I don’t know what kind of strange historical mixture. It is not uncommon to have the Duan family of Dali.

  Sisi murmured to herself in a low voice: "That piece of land...is where we used to be..."

   Halfway through speaking, he seemed to wake up and stopped talking. However, Zhao Changhe understood that the Ancient Spirits might be from the Southwest Miao people of the last era, refining Gu...

  This time Duan’s story was replaced by Sisi even more. Zhao Changhe had no choice but to put away the plan that he wanted to be lazy, and honestly recounted it from the beginning.

   It was troublesome to say this, and it took until noon to talk about Jiumozhi arresting Duan Yu and going to Yanziwu.

  The more Zhao Changhe talked, the more he felt that his memory was getting better. He has read the original work of Tianlong many years ago. Over the years, he has read it a lot, especially the colorful ones... The specific storyline should have been almost forgotten, but the more I talked about it, the smoother it became. , All kinds of details that should have been forgotten naturally popped out of my mind.

  Sisi listened very carefully.

   Only when he said that Duan Yu was unwilling to learn his own martial arts and ran out, his eyes narrowed slightly, and then there was no other expression, and he quietly made tea to moisten his throat, without interjecting a word from the beginning to the end.

  Even when Azhu, the maid who will change her appearance, appeared on the stage, Sisi's expression didn't change at all, making Zhao Changhe wonder if she was distracted, and couldn't help asking: "Hey, are you listening?"

   "Listening."

   "It's hard to tell a story without being praised..."

  Sisi smiled slightly: "This story is very good, as long as you don't always fantasize about the aphrodisiac in the dungeon..."

   "That's not what I imagined."

   "You suspect my origins, and you actually took the trouble to make up such a story. This literary talent is really amazing." Sisi laughed more and more teasingly: "But I have to say, you have indeed guessed a lot of things."

  Zhao Changhe was dumbfounded: "What and what?"

   "Duan Yu is me, Ah Zhu is me, Jiumozhi who stole various martial arts is still me. You are so troublesome to insinuate, isn't it hard?"

"Grass?"

   "Are you still thinking that I will kowtow to you a thousand times to learn the strengths of your families, Brother Immortal, I am ashamed."

  Zhao Changhe's eyes became circles.

   It’s a good thing you didn’t interrupt when the story was being told, otherwise would the story still be able to go on? According to you, I have already forgotten what the original book is like, and I can't go back...

   "Hey, Murong Fu hasn't appeared on the stage yet, and all kinds of side effects have already said that he has extraordinary bearing and outstanding martial arts. Could this be Tang Buqi in your heart? Or Tang Wanzhuang?"

"Don't, if this continues, the Tang family will be killed by you. The Murong family is a traitor." Zhao Changhe was on the verge of crying: "I won't tell this story, okay? I was wrong. I'll teach you the sword skills , to teach you the sword technique."

   "Don't you need to kowtow a thousand times?"

   "No, really no..."

   "Hee..." Sisi breathed in her ear, and whispered softly: "Brother Immortal..."

  Zhao Changhe just wanted to buy a piece of tofu and kill him.

  But Tang Wanzhuang's voice came from outside the window: "What's the name of this story Mr. Zhao?"

  Zhao Changhe settled down: ""Tian Long Ba Bu"."

   "This Buddhist language, Asura is one of the eight parts... If it corresponds to the person in the story, who is Asura? Is this Asura bloodthirsty?"

  Zhao Changhe covered his face.

  Tang Wanzhuang said again: "That prince who messes around has a lot of beauties, and most of them are evil, are they really all sisters?"

  Have a fight with Sisi and decide who Duan Yu refers to?

   By the way, can you stop diverging, I am really tossed by you so much that I have completely forgotten the original work.

  Sisi was really unhappy, and got up with her hips on her hips: "Our master and servant are telling stories, is there nothing for the dignified master to do, what kind of corner is there to listen to outside!"

  Tang Wanzhuang chuckled and said: "It's noon, and Wanzhuang is hosting a banquet in my courtyard. Please Mr. Zhao, I have business to discuss. This girl, your fairy brother, lend me an hour first."

  (end of this chapter)