The Book of Troubled Times

  Chapter 433 The way to recognize the master of the sword

   Fortunately, sword spirits are just sword spirits after all, and they are different from real human thinking. In essence, they just follow the "human design" and respond as they should, without any thinking.

  At first glance, it looks ridiculously strong, but it is different from humans after all... No matter how powerful weapons are, they also need powerful masters to exert their maximum value.

  Tang Wanzhuang observed for a while, and suddenly drew out a sword.

  A continuous sword net is woven around the space where the swords collide, as if creating a deep waters.

   I was fighting with a knife and a sword, and suddenly found that my operation began to stagnate, as if I had fallen into the deep sea, surrounded by heavy water pressure, and it became more and more difficult to perform.

   Don't need Tang Wanzhuang's instructions, Zhao Changhe's own keen sense of fighting, immediately grabbed the hilt of Longque.

   It felt like he had grabbed some girl with a ponytail. Long Que was shaking with anger, but was pinned so tightly that he couldn't move, and Gu Jian took the opportunity to slash him several times.

  Zhao Changhe could even imagine a hapless creature being pulled away by the side frame, and the other side took the opportunity to kick it, and it wanted to kick back but couldn't kick it... That's too visual.

  Tang Wanzhuang took the opportunity to reach out and grasp the ancient sword opposite.

  Relying on its length, Longque leaned over and slashed, and then stopped chopping contentedly, but was still trembling.

  Ancient Sword: "..."

  Dragonfinch: "..."

  Tang Wanzhuang frowned and looked at the trembling sword in his hand, and said in a low voice: "It refuses to obey me, it intends to break free. I need to suppress it with all my strength. It is impossible to use it against the enemy, otherwise it may hurt me when it is against the enemy. Strange, how can Xuanwu drive it?"

  Zhao Changhe said: "Longque is the same. At the beginning, Old Cui asked me to try the sword, just to see if it would let me use it. In the case of Xuanwu, it should be related to this sword, and it can barely be used... Anyway, there is a big gap between recognizing the master."

   "Does Cui Wenjing also advise you to let Longque recognize the master as soon as possible?"

   "As early as the beginning of Yanmen, I persuaded it. But I don't know how to go there. I communicated with Longque and it ignored me. How can I accept it..." Zhao Changhe shook his head with some headaches: "This time when I beat Maitreya, I threw it out to beg my grandpa to tell my grandma. Fortunately, it is willing to take the initiative, otherwise I will still have a headache."

  Tang Wanzhuang pondered for a moment, and said decisively: "You did this while you were recuperating recently."

  Zhao Changhe said shyly, "Stop teaching?"

  Tang Wanzhuang said angrily: "Let's forget it, you are not that material, a monkey."

  Zhao Changhe didn't continue to get tired of it, and said directly: "As an important minister of the court, you know more about this matter. If I want to master Longque, what advice do you have?"

  Tang Wanzhuang had a feeling that the prince was consulting the important ministers, and his heart was quite complicated. After a while of silence, he said in a low voice: "The pair of swords are the soldiers of the emperor. At first, Longque recognized you because he noticed your Liuhe magic skill... The meaning of Liuhe magic skill to Longque is not a certain person's inheritance. It doesn't recognize it. What it really recognizes is the meaning of Liuhe Guiyi and hundreds of rivers converging in the sea conveyed in Liuhe magic skill."

  Zhao Changhe came to a sudden: "So that's the case... I said it doesn't even want to recognize Lao Xia, how could it recognize Lao Xia's inheritance... Dare to love has nothing to do with inheritance, it has to do with intention."

   "Yes..." Tang Wanzhuang hesitated: "You told me earlier that His Majesty had a conversation with you... I don't know when you and His Majesty met. Do you feel that Longque has more recognition for you after that?"

  Zhao Changhe thought for a while, then shook his head slightly: "I don't know, it's true that Longque and I got closer and closer after that, but I didn't feel a very representative mutation point, it's like the relationship between people gets better and better after getting along for a long time."

   "It must be related... You have been fighting against the Hulu in the north and the Demon Sect in Nanding, and you have been on the road to clarify the universe. Naturally, Longque will recognize you more and more. But there is a key meaning missing here... You don't want to be the emperor."

  Tang Wanzhuang didn't know if what she said counted as guiding him to become emperor, but it should be the truth.

  A sword is only a weapon after all, and its recognition of its master does not necessarily require its master to be stronger than itself, just as a horse's recognition of its master does not require its master to run faster than itself.

  In the past, it might be said that Longque looked down on a mere porch warrior. But now Zhao Changhe has broken through the secret treasury, no matter what, he has already touched the bridge of heaven and earth, which is a qualitative change compared with ordinary people. Although it is not up to the strength of Longque, it should be enough to recognize the master standard.

  He is generous enough in other aspects. On the one hand, he has a heart for the common people. In martial arts, he can also use all rivers to return to the sea. He is also hidden in his bones. This time, organizing the hunt for Maitreya is a very typical central organizer position. All aspects are in line with Longque's aesthetics.

  The only thing that can't be the master is that he doesn't have the heart to be an emperor.

  So in fact, Longque is willing to listen to most of his instructions. This time, Maitreya is willing to take the initiative to turn around. On the surface, it seems that he is reluctantly helping you, but in fact he is obeying orders.

   It's just a little bit far from admitting it completely...

  Uh, what she said sounds a bit like her Tang Wanzhuang herself...

  Zhao Changhe also thought of this, secretly wondering why all the people he met were so arrogant?

   According to this understanding, I really will never be able to let the dragon bird recognize the master, because I really have no desire to be the emperor at all.

   "Forget it, what kind of master do you recognize? If Longque is actually willing to help, he will be arrogant, so there is nothing..." Zhao Changhe was in the middle of speaking, when he suddenly got stuck, and his eyes widened in shock.

  In front of her, Tang Wan prostrated herself with makeup, and said in a low voice, "See the prince."

  Zhao Changhe hurried forward to help, but suddenly felt that the dragon bird in his hand stopped shaking.

  Kneeling on the ground, Tang Wanzhuang smiled slightly, and she also noticed that the ancient sword in her hand was no longer shaking.

  Spirit of the sword is not human after all...can be deceived.

  Zhao Changhe was dumbfounded, and helped Tang Wanzhuang up first, mumbling for a while, and actually said a sentence in line with the performance: "Ai Qing, please get up."

  His scalp was numb with embarrassment, but the sword was really quieter.

  Tang Wanzhuang stood up along the way, curled her lips, her face was slightly red.

  This time it was acting, in order to deceive the sword, but also to convince myself. But... it seems that if I push him to the top, one day in the future, I must really do this.

   Thinking about it makes me pick my feet in embarrassment, so how can I kneel down!

  Zhao Changhe was also looking at her strangely, and the two of them didn't speak for a long while.

   After a while, Tang Wanzhuang curled her lips and said, "Aren't you very proud? Do you feel very enjoyable?"

   "I just feel my scalp tingling..."

   "Shh..." Tang Wanzhuang raised her index finger: "They know, don't talk nonsense."

   "Whatever." Zhao Changhe smiled casually: "If you don't recognize the master, you don't recognize the master. As long as you can recognize him as a partner and can use the normal sword and sword... Even if you don't want to use this, you can stay if you agree or go if you don't agree. Can I really change my mind for the sword?"

  Tang Wanzhuang looked at him quietly without speaking.

   Zhao Changhe said as he casually threw a knife and a sword into the ring: "Calm down, both of you."

  Obviously "revealed", but the sword did not attack again, and miraculously, it really calmed down in the ring.

  Tang Wanzhuang tilted her head and said, "Why?"

   "Because I can't bear it." Zhao Changhe stretched out his hand and caressed her slightly rosy cheeks: "In my heart, Tang Wan's makeup is as noble as jade, but I can't kneel down, and I won't be allowed to kneel in the future...Even Lao Xia won't be allowed to kneel."

  Tang Wanzhuang had a smile in her eyes. In fact, she had been granted permission not to kneel, and she was given a seat when she entered the court. Although it was due to physical factors, she had never kneeled. This time Jiangnan was pacified, and in the future, most of the status will still be qualified to "enter the court without trend, praise without fame".

   But Zhao Changhe said so, she still deliberately said: "If you want me not to kneel to others, then you sit there yourself."

   "I can't even kneel." Zhao Changhe whispered in his ear, "Unless... in a special place, that's okay..."

  Tang Wanzhuang grabbed him viciously: "Zhao Changhe!"

   "Look, you don't even want to do this, you still kneel..." Zhao Changhe laughed in a low voice, "Have you figured it out? Do you want this crown prince?"

   Tang Wanzhuang choked up for a moment, and said firmly, "Of course."

   "Then... Be honest, what about unspoken rules." Zhao Changhe bowed his head and kissed, muttering to himself: "I must admit, that feeling is really floating..."

   "Bah, do you think a mere crown prince is qualified to move this seat? Don't be allowed to drift away!...Ummmmmm..."

  Among the ruins all over the floor, men and women kissed with complicated emotions, as if they were a little shaken about what they wanted.

  Footsteps sounded in the distance.

  The houses were all demolished, such a big commotion naturally attracted the guards from the Fuchu to check on the situation. Tang Buqi led the crowd in person, braked all the way and stopped the soldiers behind him: "It's all right, let's go back..."

  My aunt still insisted that it was not... Mom's, an aunt who was only three or four years older than me was fine, but now I have an uncle who is three years younger than me, how will I live in the future...

  The men and women over there were also awakened.

  Tang Wanzhuang gently pushed Zhao Changhe, panting and said in a low voice: "Go back and think about the matter of recognizing the master with the sword...Once you recognize the master, your combat power will soar, which will be of great help to your trip. It is not the time for you to play heroic."

  Paused, and said: "Today I will take Baoqin away."

  Zhao Changhe was stunned: "Why are you leaving?"

   "About Maitreya, I'm going back to report on my duties. This is one of them. More importantly..." Tang Wanzhuang said helplessly, "I feel like I'm here this time, which is a side effect to you...You care about me more than recuperating and practicing martial arts. You have more things to do, and you shouldn't be obsessed with these...Otherwise, I will become a demon concubine, which is not my wish."

  Zhao Changhe scratched his head.

  When Tang Wan made up her makeup and turned into a concubine who was a disaster for the country... why is it a bit emotional.

   "Actually, I have always thought that love between men and women is not suitable for you at all. At the beginning, holding a piano was right, like a bear embroidering flowers." Tang Wanzhuang smiled self-deprecatingly: "Perhaps when we are gone and you are riding a horse and trying the world alone, it is the Blood Shura Zhao Changhe who makes our hearts more excited... This is really a kind of irony."

  Tang Buqi looked at it from a distance, and suddenly felt right.

   No wonder I feel that he is not pleasing to the eye when he gets tired of being with his aunt, so it is so!

  (end of this chapter)