The Book of Troubled Times

  Chapter 166 Peace of mind

  Zhao Changhe suppressed the ripples at that moment, lowered his head and drank lotus seed soup: "Master, I don't pay homage... Why do I remember that you also seemed to avoid this matter before, why doesn't it matter now?"

"Martial arts are different from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting..." Tang Wanzhuang said in a low voice: "For martial arts, if I accept you as an apprentice, it would be presumptuous, and I have no qualifications... But piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are fine. Why don't you want to ?”

   "I was originally called Tang Buqi's nephew, but suddenly he is of the same generation as him. I am not happy."

Seeing Tang Wanzhuang's eyes widen suddenly, Zhao Changhe suddenly came to his senses and tried to remedy it: "No, I was just taking advantage of the verbal advantage, not to be his uncle... I didn't even have the verbal advantage after apprenticeship, I'm still younger than him , to call him brother, I... oops..."

  Holding the piano to the side of the head.

   This is not a child, he is more childish than holding a piano.

Zhao Changhe blushed from Baoqin's strange eyes, and said awkwardly: "I said, sir, the starting point for everything is that I am the prince, and now I am less and less concealing it, but when you find out that I am not, you will be What mood?"

  Tang Wanzhuang smiled: "What's the matter, I just don't want to see a junior in the world getting more and more impatient, following in my footsteps... Besides, you are kind to the Tang family, why not let me help you?"

   "Your footsteps... Doesn't that mean that piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are actually useless? Should you rush to break through the lung meridian or the lung meridian."

   "But have you ever thought that if it weren't for this, I would not only hurt the lung meridian?"

"Well…"

  Tang Wanzhuang looked a little disappointed: "Perhaps the piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting are really useless... But as I said, it just calms your mind and makes you less impetuous. Or you can read Buddhist scriptures? It's also a way."

   "...Then let's learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting." Zhao Changhe hesitated for a moment, and for a while, he didn't know what he should call her in this case.

   It's really strange, Yue Hongling is two months younger than herself, and the "sister Yue" who blurted out has no psychological barriers. Tang Wan's make-up was eight years old, but the "sister" that should have been natural could not be uttered at all. I don't know why.

  Perhaps it is because the intersection with her always has a businesslike flavor, so far there is no personal friendship, even teaching piano, chess, calligraphy and painting is "business" in her eyes. She said it was for the sake of "the younger generation of the Jianghu" and "the benefactor of the Tang family". Everyone knew that this was an excuse, and she was just cultivating the prince in her heart.

  Zhao Changhe has no sense of belonging to Daxia so far, and is even quite disgusted because of what he has seen and heard along the way. He didn't know how Tang Wanzhuang would feel if he chose to overthrow this country in the future.

  In fact, everyone has never been in the same way, and the meaning of knowing each other and joining hands with Yue Hongling is completely different.

Or maybe it's because... Seeing her pale face and falling down whenever the wind blows, people can always forget that this is a very powerful warrior, and the pity in his heart is stronger than respect, and he feels that she is the one who should be taken care of My sister is right.

   This feeling is very complicated and contradictory.

  Tang Wanzhuang's beautiful eyes focused on him for a while, as if she guessed what he was thinking, but she didn't ask, she turned to hold the piano and said, "Give me the piano."

  Holding the qin and giving a slight salute, she placed the qin on the desk in front of Tang Wanzhuang.

Tang Wanzhuang caressed the strings of the piano, and said in a low voice: "It is said that Wanzhuang is full of energy and thoughts, and her thoughts are complicated, which is not conducive to Taoism. But the young master's heart is chaotic, and he seems to think more than Wanzhuang... It is not the way of practice. Let's talk about this song, Please calm down."

  A wisp of piano sound resounded, soft and soothing.

  Just like this hot afternoon, the breeze comes slowly, blows over the pool, and brings fragrance.

  It seems that a dragonfly has touched the water and left quietly, leaving a little ripple, which gradually spread and rippled, swaying rhythmically in the sound of insects stinging and cicadas around.

  The lotus leaf slanted slightly, and a drop of water slowly fell into the water with a tick.

   So the silence became lively, and the vision stretched. The refreshing water splashed on the face, and the green shade above covered the scorching sun. The beautiful woman stood under the vines and smiled sweetly. The little girl in the distance giggled and ran all the way to catch the dragonfly. Then I saw the sky is high and the air is clear, the white clouds are long, and the laughter seems to come from far, far away, like a scene in the distance, and like a melodious dream.

  The man reclined on the deck chair in the courtyard and fell asleep, listening to the crisp laughter in the distance, the corner of his mouth unconsciously showed an aunt's smile.

  The rivers and lakes are getting farther and farther away, the **** hustle and the howling of the sword light are all accompanied by the laughter of children, and the kites in the distance go straight to the sky, and they can no longer be seen clearly.

  The piano sound stopped lightly.

  Zhao Changhe found himself leaning on the chair and almost fell asleep.

  He rubbed his eyes in a daze, his mind was still empty for a while, and he was so relaxed that he couldn't even gather his thoughts for a while.

  Tang Wanzhuang looked at him with pity in his eyes: "You... are too tired. I think you used to think about things even when you were sleeping, at least last night."

  Zhao Changhe: "Uh..."

  Last night it was really... Talking about the kind of communication that a blind man falls into a dream, do you count yourself as asleep or not?

Tang Wanzhuang said again: "Not only is it your daily rest, but your practice is too tight, and your blood has been squeezed to the limit. Recently, under the Tomb of the Sword Emperor, have you ever activated the state where evil spirits fill your brain? So far, the boiling has continued, and it is still eroding your flesh and blood, but you are usually unconscious... If things go on like this... It's like excessively overdrawing your body when you were young, and it will be useless before middle age."

  Zhao Changhe twitched the corner of his mouth: "What you said is a bit ambiguous, like something."

   "Isn't it the same?" Tang Wanzhuang said calmly: "The human body is the same thing in the final analysis... You need to strengthen your foundation and cultivate your talents now, and stop blindly pursuing breakthroughs."

Zhao Changhe looked inside a little, and he could really feel that the evil spirit in the flesh and blood was fading. He couldn't feel how the skin, muscles and bones were eroding away, but under this song, the evil spirit disappeared completely. Like fairy law.

  Tang Wanzhuang could see what he was thinking, and sighed: "This is not the method of the immortal family. Of course, piano music is also a kind of martial arts, with special effects... But I suggest you not learn this aspect."

  Zhao Changhe nodded: "Understood."

   "Are you calm?"

"yes."

   "Want to learn?"

  Zhao Changhe stood up and saluted sincerely: "Miss Tang please advise."

  Miss Tang...

  Is this the answer you finally delivered after struggling with the title for a long time?

  Tang Wanzhuang chewed for a moment, then smiled suddenly: "Come here, I will teach you the basics first, the sound of each string, and basic fingering."

   Baoqin's eyes widened: "Little Miss..."

Tang Wanzhuang glared at her: "What's that expression on your face? Mr. Zhao is a genius, you only need to look at others' swordsmanship and swordsmanship, and playing the piano is nothing more than a matter of finger coordination. Do you still need hands? Demonstration." Two, he will naturally."

  Hold the piano: "Oh..."

She carefully watched Zhao Changhe sitting next to Tang Wanzhuang, the two of them shoulder to shoulder, and thought to herself that what I think is wrong is sitting side by side like this, it looks too close, and my mind has not turned to holding hands Regarding the matter of breaking fingers, miss, you have struggled with it yourself...

  Actually, Zhao Changhe was sitting next to Tang Wanzhuang at this time, and the fragrance was very fragrant around him, but he didn't have the slightest ripple.

  The qin music just now was too meditative, completely in the state of a sage, and he couldn't get any distracting thoughts in his mind. At this time, he just wanted to learn the qin, and he knew that it was really, really good for him.

   Along the way, full of evil spirits and **** hands, Zhao Changhe worried a long time ago whether he would be affected by this and become a bloodthirsty maniac in the future. It's just that in the past, out of contempt for such things as piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, I thought it was useless, but today I found that it is really useful.

   It can make the shadows of swords and swords gradually fade away, and make the **** madness feel like another dimension, leaving only the beauty of Jiangnan and the quiet summer.

  In this kind of world, music is a kind of martial arts. Even if Tang Wanzhuang wants her to learn something other than that, the reasoning is the same.

  Tang Wanzhuang's jade hands are demonstrating **** in front of her eyes. It looks very simple...it's nothing more than body movements. Compared with her difficult Chunshui Jianyi, it's really simple.

   is also very beautiful. This is the first time Zhao Changhe knows what it means to be beautiful just by looking at his hands.

  It is also very elegant, so that Zhao Changhe can't help imagining the effect of Linghu Chong when he plays the piano chicly in the future, and then he will play "A Laugh from the Sea", which is so cool.

   "It really doesn't look difficult, let me give it a try?" Zhao Changhe applied.

  Tang Wanzhuang stepped aside in anticipation: "Mr. Zhao's savvy, Wanzhuang is trustworthy..."

  Before he finished speaking, Zhao Changhe stretched out his two claws like a zombie, and "jumped" and snapped the strings.

  Tang Wanzhuang: "..."

  Holding the piano to cover her face and crouching down: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo L..."

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