The Book of Troubled Times

  Chapter 182 Bibo Qingyi

   It’s not like I haven’t seen other princes before. The dead prince before was not only a prince, but also a real prince. Isn’t everyone’s meeting just business affairs?

  A few years ago, the prince did not have a big wedding, and Tang Wanzhuang had just joined Zhenmasi not long ago, and everyone also had contacts. Isn't that still business?

  At that time, there was also a bit of **** in the prince's eyes, and Tang Wanzhuang couldn't bear to chop it off with a sword. He didn't like the prince at all and was quite disgusted.

   Fortunately, at that time, the Tang family did not have any figures, and their status was average, and the Tang family never thought that they could marry the royal family. The prince later had a concubine, and he couldn't think blindly about the subordinates of Zhenma, and everyone became more official.

   As a result, the concubine died, and the Tang family had someone else...but that person was herself, Tang Wanzhuang.

  It's ridiculous to think about it.

  When thinking about it, the thinking diverges too far, the past is not important, the important thing is the precedent, Tang Wanzhuang knows that it is impossible for him to be so kind to any prince.

  Because it is impossible for any prince to feel sorry for her, let her forget about so many things, play nursery rhymes to her, and persuade her to laugh in the world of mortals.

  The prince only hoped that she would do more to protect their country.

   After a long, long time, Tang Wanzhuang turned her head slightly and said, "There is one more thing, which is the **** that I promised you during the day. There is no secret to this. Come out, and I will teach you."

  As for the question just now, I skipped it directly, as if it didn't exist.

  Zhao Changhe didn't continue to ask. Her silence was already an answer.

   "How to practice fingering?"

"This is a set of acupoint tapping and blowing hands. When the acupoints are sealed, there is no trace, and it is extremely difficult to guard against; after the acupoints are sealed, the technique is special, and it is difficult to break away with the general method of punching the acupoints. You see..." Tang Wanzhuang raised her slender hands slightly, as if Picking flowers is like brushing willows, as if a lover is flirting with you, passing her delicate hands over the chest.

   With the twisting of fingers, Zhao Changhe's vital acupoints on his chest have been sealed at some point.

   Tang Wanzhuang was a little distracted, and said casually: "How did you do this trick just now, have you seen clearly?"

   Before he finished speaking, his wrist tightened, and he was inexplicably caught by Zhao Changhe: "The first lord is so absent-minded, he will capsize in the gutter."

  Why didn't he get acupuncture?

  Tang Wanzhuang was anxious, was this guy just dreaming about his own love, and he didn't want to be frivolous when he was parting, right?

  But just when she was about to withdraw her wrist, she suddenly felt a soft and powerful breath penetrate into the meridian, along the stretch of Taiyuan acupoint, all the way up along the Taiyin Lung Meridian of Hand.

   Tang Wanzhuang is no stranger to this attribute of infuriating energy. The quality of the Liuhe magic skill, which is only four layers of porch, is almost as good as that of other people's six layers.

  But the way it works at this time is a bit weird, like... blending with her breath, and going back and forth?

   Double repair?

"Speaking of which is called double cultivation, I don't know if you will resist it, but it's actually not necessary." Zhao Changhe said calmly: "For so many days, I only watched you think about business affairs, other people's affairs, and my affairs. I haven't thought about your own illness. If you don't want to, then I'll think about it. This bit of zhenqi in the porch may not be worth a **** in the eyes of the chief seated lord, and it's a drop in the bucket for your situation, but I did it, even if it's nothing Use it, and feel more comfortable."

  Tang Wanzhuang's strength to struggle was gone in an instant.

Silently feeling his stream-like zhenqi rushing into the flames of the burning mountain, it was evaporated cleanly, a drop in the bucket, but it kept pouring in, kept hitting the wall, his head broke when he knew he was desperate but didn't want to give up. blood flow.

  Tang Wanzhuang bit her lower lip tightly, her nose was sore for some reason.

"It's really useless..." Tang Wanzhuang said softly, her voice was a little hoarse: "Double cultivation is just an auxiliary technique, it is not a panacea. If you have already peeked into the secret treasure, and there are famous doctors to assist you, maybe you can still do it." Think about it, it's just a waste of true energy now."

  Zhao Changhe didn't speak, and continued to waste his true energy stubbornly.

  Tang Wanzhuang also stopped talking, silently experiencing his true energy.

  Summer nights are getting quieter.

  Only the man holds the woman's wrist, and the woman lowers her eyebrows. The scene is like a **** drama where she wants to break up but is held back by the man.

  The sound of footsteps crushing the night, Tang Buqi's anxious voice came: "Brother Zhao, Zhao...uh..."

  The two turned their heads at the same time, and saw Tang Buqi retreating step by step outside the courtyard gate, and then shrank out of sight.

  Tang Wanzhuang said slowly: "Come in, how can you be so flustered? I don't know how old you are."

   Tang Buqi poked his head out from the courtyard gate.

  Where is that hand still holding? Are you done?

  Actually, for our Tang family, this scene seems to be nothing. The problem is that I should tell the old man who is the **** who refuses this kind of marriage?

  Zhao Changhe finally let go of his hand: "Brother Tang has left the customs? Has the entrance reached the fifth level?"

   "Hmm..." Tang Buqi hummed, he didn't know what he wanted to say here, as if he had just come to see his uncle for a performance report after leaving the customs...

  Tang Wanzhuang said lightly: "What you want to say is that Maitreya started an incident, and you came to tell your friend, hoping that he can help you a little bit? Go back, I'm the one who wants to drive him away, what is there to keep?"

   It can be seen that you are trying to chase him away, and then he grabs you and stalks you, but you still look like you are trying to say no. Tang Buqi didn't want to say a word anymore. This scene was common when I used to meet girls outside, but I was too experienced... It turns out that my aunt is just an ordinary woman.

Tang Wanzhuang said again: "You came just in time, I wanted to say a few words to you. These days, I explored the periphery of the Sword Emperor's Mausoleum, broke some restrictions, got some ancient pills, sword pills, and a few treasured sword collections , the grades are very high. Sisi only took a small amount of medicine, and I sorted out some to return to the public. The rest belongs to our Tang family. To put it bluntly, this place is also in the back mountain of the Tang family. If it is not our share at all, it can’t be justified .”

  Tang Buqi was overjoyed: "I also want to talk to my aunt about this, because I am afraid that my aunt will be full of devotion to the public. If she really returns all the things to the public, then we will be in a big loss! Why, this is something from our back mountain, okay?"

Tang Wanzhuang said unhappily: "My aunt is not a saint, and she also has selfish intentions. The things left to the Tang family this time may not be worse than Gui Gong's things, and may even be more useful. In addition, Changhe has sorted out some swordsmanship, you see Is he willing to write a set and leave it to the Tang family. What we want is our own future after all, not to leave someone here to help."

  Tang Buqi relaxed all over: "That's fine. Gu...Brother Zhao will definitely agree..."

  Zhao Changhe let out a "hmm".

  Tang Wanzhuang's beautiful eyes finally focused on his face again, and there was nothing to be seen in the flickering eyes.

   It took a long time before he whispered: "No, just leave when you finish talking, we still have something to do."

  Tang Buqi burst into tears.

  I just passed by to talk about something serious, you stuffed me with a mouthful of food, and finally kicked me, bitch!

  Zhao Changhe was amused by the sadness of parting, and couldn't help laughing: "It's really fun."

  Tang Wanzhuang Yanran: "He was very playful since childhood."

  After one sentence, the atmosphere became normal again, Tang Wanzhuang smiled: "Okay, I really don't have much time, I must teach you this acupuncture technique immediately."

  Zhao Changhe also retreated a little distance, and said solemnly: "Please guide me."

   "Remember, this is one of the unique skills of the Tang family. It is called Bibo Qingyi, which means that people are in the water, rippling in all directions. It seems soft and harmless, but in fact, all the important points of the body are covered, murderous intentions are hidden, invisible..."

  Zhao Changhe learned this set of acupressure hands more slowly than learning sword skills.

  Because he really focuses his kung fu on the knife, and lacks unarmed skills, and this acupuncture hand is not just acupoint fingering, but a whole set of unarmed kung fu against the enemy. His foundation is weak, and his path is completely opposite to his own opening and closing, so naturally he learns slowly.

   But how much is it that the people who teach are deliberately slow, and the people who learn are deliberately stupid?

  No one knows.

  I only know that during the teaching, the arms are intertwined and the eyes are looking at each other. The atmosphere is weird and unspeakable.

   Zhou Botong and Ying Gu will tell you that masters and apprentices of the opposite **** should not teach this kind of delicate grasping skills, especially when it involves acupuncture points on the body.

   Then I don't know if it's practicing martial arts, or touching someone.

At the end of the study, I don't know if it's the heat or what. Tang Wan, who has always been pale, is covered in red makeup, and she looks like she is running for her life: "This, this method is not very suitable for you. If you If there is a chance, I will go to find a domineering fist... I, I should go to Jinling, and there will be a period later."

   Before he finished speaking, there was a faint trace of her, and she actually jumped over the wall to run away, and she didn't even want to leave the door.

  Zhao Changhe looked up at the courtyard wall she had left, and the sun was rising above it, and the sky was already slightly bright.

  Looking down at his palm, there is a lingering fragrance.

  (end of this chapter)