Zhao Changhe rode his horse back to Yangzhou City in a daze.
The matter of transforming meridians was so important to him that his mind was much more confused than usual, and he was distracted all the way. It was not until he returned to the city that the hustle and bustle of the city reached his ears, and he woke up.
Come on, I secretly criticized myself for not being calm enough.
So don’t laugh at how stupid it is for others to believe in the lies of cults. It’s just a matter of whether or not it touches what you care about most.
In fact, if you think about it carefully, you will know that even Cui Wenjing, who is extremely powerful, believes that it is something that cannot be changed. Tang Wanzhuang, who controls the country's martial arts resources, also avoids talking about it. How can such a Jianghu sect be able to change it?
Easily solved? Even if it can be solved, the price is basically unbearable.
Either they really have some treasure, but they have to be a complete idiot to let you use this resource. This possibility is lower; the higher possibility is that it is pure deception. When you ask for something, you will naturally be
Slowly prying away the defenses, sliding step by step towards the abyss, unable to struggle anymore.
Last night, I overheard Wan Dongliu talking to Turtle Gong, and they mentioned practicing secret techniques to control. Combined with what I said today, "Someone will come to teach the Dharma," it was basically the same. It was a goddess who would accompany you to preach and give fluids... Myself
If you ask for something, you will naturally not refuse it forcefully.
Then this kind of secret technique of dual repair and replenishment mostly has the effect of soul control, or there is a way to make you extremely obsessed with it, and it is probably this kind of routine.
Zhao Changhe smiled mockingly, it seems that he still has some value...
While he was thinking about it, a shout suddenly came from the upper right side: "The person riding the horse under the bridge is the bloodthirsty Shura Zhao Changhe?"
Zhao Changhe turned around and looked, but it was a restaurant. There were no walls, doors or windows upstairs. It was an open hall for guests to drink and enjoy the scenery. A young man stepped on the railing and looked down sideways, as if he was very disdainful.
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Wan Dongliu ran up behind the young man and pulled him anxiously: "Brother Tang, brother Tang, peace brings wealth..."
It seemed that Wan Dongliu had invited this man to dinner, but when he saw him walking under the Zhao Changhe Bridge, he went crazy and came to provoke him.
Zhao Changhe said calmly: "It's Zhao Changhe, but not some Shura. Who is your Excellency?"
The young man said proudly: "Gusu Tang Buqi."
"I got it." Zhao Changhe waved his hand: "I'm twenty-four years old and Qianlong 120. You'd better learn more from your sister and don't go out to drink wine."
"Sister?" The young man choked and said numbly: "The head of the Tang Dynasty is my cousin."
"Cough, cough, cough..." Zhao Changhe almost choked on his own saliva. What flashed through his mind was Cui Yuanyang. He secretly wondered why she was not older. It would be fun for a bunch of white-bearded grandfathers to call her aunt.
.Well, maybe it does exist, but I haven’t seen it.
An off-line thought flashed across his mind, and he said with a smile: "My nephew, be good, Yangzhou is a place for adults to play, go back and drink milk."
Tang Buqi was furious: "Rebellious people, you still dare to speak nonsense! Look at the sword!"
A stream of spring water fell from the sky and went straight to Zhao Changhe who was on horseback.
The railings upstairs were crowded with people, and passers-by stopped and looked up.
This is a battle of heroes in the Hidden Dragon Ranking! It’s rare to see it!
"Brother Wan." Someone in the restaurant said, "Why does Mr. Tang's sword look so slow that I can dodge it?"
Wan Dongliu smiled and sipped his wine without answering.
In fact, there is no need to answer, because this person has not finished what he said. Over there, the dragon bird on Zhao Changhe's back suddenly unsheathed and clattered on the roadside with Tang Buqi's sword. Although he looked a few inches away, he suddenly let out a sound of gold and iron.
crisp sound.
When he looked closely, he saw that the swords and swords had clearly hit each other, just like Tang Buqi had temporarily changed the path of his sword and sent it to Zhao Changhe to chop.
The restaurant was instantly in uproar.
Not many people can understand the struggle between the four levels of the entrance hall!
Tang Buqi couldn't bear the strength in mid-air, so he flew back and landed firmly on the railing of the restaurant. He stared sharply at Zhao Changhe below, the disdain in his eyes disappeared, and he was extremely dignified.
This man can actually detect Chunshui swordsmanship at a glance... I wonder if his sword power is an illusion, but does it contain a hint of the Tang family's meaning?
The man who asked Wan Dongliu how slow the sword looked was already mute. He knew that if he took the sword, his throat might already be a bloody hole. He looked at Tang Buqi's back with some awe.
He asked Wan Dongliu in a low voice: "Brother Wan, how do you explain this sword strike?"
Wan Dongliu said with a smile: "The Chun Shui Sword Technique is so beautiful and unpredictable. It really allows you to see the way. You are also one of the hidden dragons. What's more, Brother Tang's sword has its own style. It has become the style of everyone.
I would be very embarrassed to pick him up."
Tang Buqi heard this, turned around and nodded slightly in greeting, indicating that he accepted the compliment.
After all, in the scene, he was forced to retreat with a knife, and everyone knew that he was at a disadvantage. Wan Dongliu said this, but he lost face.
Wan Dongliu said again: "Brother Zhao's sword can destroy the illusion, and it goes straight to the essence. This is the combat acumen gained from the bloody battles in the rivers and lakes. It is not comparable to ordinary people. You and I can't be so light in changing places."
.What is particularly valuable is that Brother Zhao seems to have glimpsed the way of combining hardness and softness. In my opinion, this hidden dragon is too low and needs to be moved up."
Zhao Changhe looked up at him and smiled, showing his appreciation.
Are you pretending to be cool for me... Otherwise, I don't want to hurt Tang Wanzhuang's little nephew. I can't see how powerful this knife is, and I can't pretend to be cool. Wouldn't it be nice to have an exclaiming passerby explaining...
Although I don’t know if the last sentence of this guy reminds others that Zhao Changhe is not as malicious as he used to be, so it’s not easy to judge.
Zhao Changhe changed his mind and rode away with a smile on his face: "My nephew, this sword is not bad, it still needs to be polished."
Tang Buqi shouted angrily: "Let me hear you speak rudely to my elders again, and I will fight to the death!"
The reason why I dare to love him is because I have raped his aunt several times before, and this kid is looking for trouble for the dignity of his elders... Your aunt doesn't care about it, you are so confused... But this reason is okay, Zhao Changhe waved his hand indifferently
, leisurely riding a horse across the bridge and disappearing into the streets in the blink of an eye.
It turns out that I still overestimated these young men. Not long after I left, a middle-aged man stopped me at the end of the street: "I am a wanted criminal. He beat a horse through the busy city and fought with a knife... Your Excellency, you should come back to the Demon City with us."
Let’s take a trip.”
"..." On the surface, Tang Buqi was not entangled, but behind his back, he actually summoned the Demon Suppressor to get someone. Is this some kind of urban novel? Zhao Changhe was speechless.
I originally planned to ask Zhenmo Si to check the situation, but I couldn't just ask people where Zhen Mo Si was going, so I couldn't implement it. It seems that there is no need to do it this time. Zhen Mo Si here is not necessarily very reliable.
"My arrest warrant has been revoked, and now I am no different from an ordinary person. If I fight with a knife and I will be arrested, then what is the point of Tang Buqi provoking with a sword? Is the Zhenmo Division the imperial court's Zhenmo Division, or is it the Tang Dynasty?
The family’s Demon Suppressor?”
The middle-aged man was a little embarrassed. He looked left and right at the passers-by who were watching in the distance and said: "The cancellation of your wanted order is to give face to the Cui family. It does not mean that you have been acquitted. Besides, you are a bandit, why did you enter the city? It is our duty.
You should always ask clearly where it is."
"When I came to the city, one was Yangzhou Feng Yue, and the other was a figure from Jiangnan." Zhao Changhe reined in his horse and changed lanes, not bothering to pay attention: "Now I have seen them all, Feng Yue is commendable, and he is an ordinary person."
The middle-aged man sighed helplessly and suddenly heard a secret message: "The Maitreya Cult has spiritual illusions that will make you feel that they are close and reliable people. Remember to be careful and don't trust them credulously."
Zhao Changhe was stunned for a moment, but with an angry look on his face, he rode away.
It turned out that this person was a true confidant of Tang Wanzhuang, and he probably knew his identity as a "secret agent". He also wanted to communicate with him but there was no chance, so he complied with Mr. Tang's dandy's request so that he could come and meet him openly.
In this city... everyone seems to be very tired from life, and everyone, whether good or evil, is putting on a show.
Dark clouds gathered in the sky, making everyone breathless.
However, it was said that Yue Hongling followed Zhao Changhe all the way into the city. When Zhao Changhe was entangled by Tang Buqi, she did not want to be discovered by Wan Dongliu and others following her, so she thought for a while and went to Xiaoxiang Pavilion first.
After a brief investigation, I quickly found several women who had a strong aura of Maitreya Kung Fu and were happily changing their clothes.
One of them was particularly tall and handsome, with a slightly dressed-up look, and exuded a heroic spirit. Several old madams smiled and put on her red warrior attire, tied up her tail in a ponytail, and straightened her clothes: "Look at this, she is not a lively person."
Yue Hongling?"
She guessed that this was the so-called flower-carrying goddess. Yue Hongling had to admit that she really looked like her.
Nian Hua Tian Nu said: "Mainly, this kind of heroic spirit is a bit difficult to learn, we are not that kind... Besides, if you really get along with him, what kind of posture will you have? You can't hide it."
"It doesn't matter. He is preoccupied with meridians at the moment. With the woman he has a crush on comforting and preaching, he will only become more and more serious. Besides, he doesn't know what Yue Hongling looks like in bed. No matter how evil you are,
That’s because I like him.”
Yue Hongling: "..."
What is unbearable is that you are not only pretending, you are actually planning to make Zhao Changhe think that he is having fun with Yue Hongling!
The Goddess Nianhua sorted it out, looked at it in the mirror, and said with a smile: "They really look alike, even I can hardly tell them apart."
Everyone laughed: "Besides, how well does he really understand Yue Hongling? Once the secret technique is used and a little guidance is given, he can't tell the difference at all. It is said that Tang Buqi stopped him at the bridge and started a fight. You might as well go to his room.
Wait, as soon as the door opens, the girl you have a crush on is sitting there, and the young man's heart will probably melt."
A group of people smiled and sent the flower-carrying goddess into Zhao Changhe's room, and then dispersed.
The flower-handling goddess made several gestures to herself in the room, looking for Yue Hongling's feeling. Suddenly, her eyes blurred, and there seemed to be an extra Yue Hongling in the mirror.
She turned around to look in shock, her vision suddenly went dark, and she lost consciousness.
Zhao Changhe returned to Xiaoxiang Pavilion full of worries and opened the door of his room.
Yue Hongling sat at the table and poured herself a drink. When she saw him coming in, she smiled slightly and said, "You're back?"
Damn, this illusion thief looks like me! Zhao Changhe’s heart beat wildly, this looks so much like Yue Hongling!