The Book of Troubled Times

Chapter 609 The Road of Dragon and Horse

Tang Buqi’s words were both persuasion and temptation.

Seeing Zhao Changhe sipping his wine and pondering slightly, a trace of surprise finally flashed in Tang Buqi's eyes.

With this in mind, have you really thought about taking over the throne? Otherwise, you would just say, "It's none of my business to persuade you, this fucker."

 Has changed...even the thick eyebrows and big eyes have changed.

Little did he know that Zhao Changhe was thinking about Xia Chichi beside him at the moment, and he didn't know what she thought of these. A furtive glance revealed that Xia Chichi had been quietly sipping wine nearby, seeming to be very interested in the friendship between Zhao Changhe and Tang Buqi. It was not known whether she had thought about these things.

He smiled calmly: "Don't quarrel with your aunt, she is not foolish and loyal."

Tang Buqi said angrily: "Isn't this stupid loyalty? Even if you ask an old farmer on the roadside, you will know that this dynasty has come to an end. She doesn't know? Even if she doesn't talk about separatism and hegemony, she is still fighting for her own future. Think about it, do you have to accompany me to the funeral?"

 Zhao Changhe remained silent.

Tang Buqi got angrier as he talked: "Are you still dreaming, expecting Xia Longyuan to wake up? Stop dreaming. It's not a problem of ability, it's a problem of thinking. Human thinking is there. Even if we can deal with it this time, what about next time? "

Zhao Changhe sighed and waved his hands: "Okay, okay, you have to argue with me again about the quarrel with her, right? I'm not a aunt, so what's the use of talking to me?"

Tang Buqi said: "You are my uncle! If there is one person in the world who can persuade her, it is you. If I don't tell you, who should I talk to?"

Zhao Changhe blinked his eyes and wanted to say, "Be good and call me uncle again", but unfortunately, the beautiful eyes on the left and right side of him were all squinting at him, and the look in his eyes made people feel numb all over.

He coughed twice and said slowly: "If you are not talking about separatism and just want Wanzhuang to protect herself, then she will not quarrel with you. No matter what she thinks, she will not let her family be buried with her, don't worry ."

Tang Buqi stared at him straightly and said coldly: "In other words, you also think that she will be buried!"

Zhao Changhe pursed his lips, of course... Before leaving, he repeatedly told the woman not to fight with others. Who doesn't know her temperament?

"Why?" Tang Buqi was very puzzled: "Why is she, such a smart person, so stupid in this matter that she is not as good as an old farmer?"

“First of all, you are so full of contempt for the old farmer, let me take it away. Without the old farmer, what are you eating **** now?”

　　　…”

“Secondly, have you ever had an ideal that you dedicated your life to?”

Tang Buqi was stunned and silent.

Perhaps there is no such thing now... If there ever was one, it was probably a dream to conquer the world with swords and swords, so I once sang and cried bitterly, feeling that I had no chance. But that kind of thing, if you feel uncomfortable for a while, you can just cry, but do you still want to live?

Having said that, it is understandable that Tang Buqi would risk his life for such a thing. There are so many swordsmen in the world who, facing an opponent they knew they couldn't beat, blossomed for a moment of brilliance either out of faith, out of righteousness, or to prove their swordsmanship. It's not like he himself has never struggled with whether to lose his life or not.

 The rivers and lakes are gradually drifting away. When looking at the world, these stories are forgotten.

"I am no longer a charlatan, will she still be?" Tang Buqi asked.

"What does it have to do with Jianghu?" Zhao Changhe said: "Huangfu Yongxian defended Yanmen to the death. What do you think he did for? For Daxia? To be loyal to Xia Longyuan?"

 “…for the people?”

"It was at first, but then it gradually became more meaningful. Because he has been fighting there all his life, the blood of his comrades has been poured into Guancheng, and the souls of his nephews and heroes are lingering in the family. If you ask him to give up, it will be more uncomfortable than death." Zhao Changhe Sighing: "The same goes for Wan Zhuang. She has worked hard for this country. From a young girl to now, this is the meaning of her whole life. You ask her to give up? Not to mention supporting her own rebellion, it is better to just let her die." "

Tang Buqi drank in silence. He understood. What should he do?

Zhao Changhe said: "Not much else to say, how many high-end combat forces do you have here, those above the ranking list?"

Tang Buqi said: "There are three or four. Wu Weiyang is now at the level of Renbang. He has never played against Renbang, so he is not included in the list."

Zhao Changhe said: "Allocate it to me. I want to go to Beijing."

Tang Buqi pondered for a moment.

 “What? Can’t bear to part with it? Will it affect your great cause in Jiangnan?”

"..." Tang Buqi slapped the table: "Is there something wrong with your brain? They are now the commanders of the army. I want them to leave the army and go north with you. First, ask others what they think and what they think themselves. Yes. Aren’t I going to seize the power and do something? Do you mean that it will be allocated to you if it is allocated to you?” 　　　 “Uh…”

"That's it. You go stay at home first. Your horse is still there, so you should go get it, right? Within an hour, I will ask them all to meet you."

Zhao Changhe looked at him steadily: "In an hour, you need to be forcibly dismissed...don't you care about being questioned?"

Tang Buqi drank the wine from the bowl in one gulp, slammed it down on the table, turned and left: "As long as this can keep my stupid aunt safe, I don't mind the Jiangnan business."

 …

 Tangjia Waterside Pavilion.

Zhao Changhe stood at the edge of the stable, stroking Wu Zui who had been away for a long time.

Wuzui was raised in the Tang family until he was shiny, fat and strong. He was also taken out to race horses from time to time, making him strong and strong. It feels much better than the days when I followed Zhao Changhe. Not only did I often run out of food in Zhao Changhe's hands, I would often run for my life in the wilderness or be on the road without even having a chance to wash my horse.

 But when Wu Zhui saw Zhao Changhe, his eyes still showed clear joy.

　　BMW does not like the days of pampering and leisure. What it likes is to follow this trouble-making owner to travel around the world and across the battlefield.

"Ma still have feelings, let alone people?" Zhao Changhe sighed in a low voice, not sure whether he was talking about evening makeup or not.

He couldn't bear to part with Wu Zui, but now there was a problem before him, Wu Zui couldn't keep up with him.

 In current practice, one step of the Qinggong is much faster than Wu Zhui. I used to say it could save effort, but if the speed is much worse, the value of saving effort is also smaller. Not to mention that the next goal is to fly away. A little further away, someone like Xia Longyuan can play God's Fall, so what's the use of a horse?

Just like Tang Buqi, he was in the temple, so the rivers and lakes gradually drifted away, and Wu Zui was also one of the representatives of the rivers and lakes drifting away.

But I think about the time when I was in the rivers and lakes, where the green shade was like clouds, and hundreds of horses neighed freely.

　　At that time, when I was young, the sword came out of Beimang, which had already become a watershed of the times.

Sanniang raised her head and said, "You can't bear to part with this horse?"

Zhao Changhe said: "Yes. They are all youth."

“Virtue.” Sanniang said, “Dragon and bird can be upgraded, have you ever thought that horse can be promoted as well?”

 Zhao Changhe was startled: "How do you say that?"

Sanniang said: "You have dragon flesh and blood in your ring, and you have a heavenly book, from which all laws come. Can't you try to make it into a dragon and horse that can fly?"

Zhao Changhe’s eyes lit up, it makes sense...

The world is really not divided, there are transitional steps. People can have extraordinary paths, why can’t horses? Not to mention the dragon meat, there is actually some blood clam meat in the ring that has not been used up.

The Tao of Life on the third page of the Heavenly Book has not been used much since I created my own Blood Shura Body. Isn't it a good way to find a way to upgrade a horse? This is a professional counterpart.

 I searched into the Heavenly Book with my mind, and sure enough I was able to find the relevant method. There is dragon flesh, blood and turtle meat here, and other needed things are not difficult to find. With the current strength of the Tang family, it should be easy to get it.

 It can also induce dragon energy to horse. The compatibility between dragon and horse in this aspect is surprisingly high. There is no need to wait for dragon energy. In fact, Zhao Changhe has it himself. If he doesn't want it at all, he can just give it to Ma directly.

Zhao Changhe was so happy that he hugged Sanniang and said, "Having an old man in the family is like having a treasure..."

 “Get out!” Sanniang said angrily, “Who are you talking about?”

Xia Chichi hid next to him and clicked a like, reaching a consensus.

 Speaking of which, if Wu Zhui learned to fly earlier than Zhao Changhe...then he would be invincible whether on the battlefield or in love, riding a dragon-horse magic weapon from the sky.

 (End of this chapter)