Zhao Changhe thought that the war in Suzhou was now in chaos, and the Tang family was also in chaos. The Tang family's aunts and nephews had no time to come over, and he had not recovered from his injuries. It seemed that there was really nothing to do.
I wanted to chat with Sisi for a while, but I couldn't directly ask her what was going on with the Ancient Spirit Clan. This made everyone hide it, which was very embarrassing. It seemed that it was better to hide in the room and tell stories.
It can be regarded as a rare break since time travel. The pace of the past half year has indeed been too fast. Looking back, I feel really tired.
Seeing that Zhao Changhe agreed, Sisi was very happy and ran away without a trace.
When he appeared again, he had put on a little maid's clothes. Sure enough, his waist was not exposed and it was covered tightly.
Then he happily pulled him to sit on the edge of the coffee table, and took out some bottles and cans like a treasure: "This disguise is actually not a big deal. It is just a special material made from a relatively secret formula. When you apply it on your face, it will look like real skin."
They look the same! If you are skilled, you can match different skin colors, which is the basis for pretending to be someone else. If you don’t want to pretend to be someone else, just cover up scars or something, and you’ll be done after learning the formula.”
Zhao Changhe poked his head and looked: "It does smell tasteless. Is the raw material easy to find?"
"It's not easy to find, but you have the support of the Tang family and you are afraid of this? You can get as much as you want." Sisi sniffed, suddenly put away her things, and turned her delicate hands over: "Give me some money."
Zhao Changhe: "?"
Sisi said confidently: "I have no money. You have put your banknotes in front of me several times. Do you know how hard I endured without taking them away?"
Zhao Changhe laughed dumbly: "When I give you money, does it count as support or as money for the maid?"
Sisi's eyes flashed, and she said in a charming voice: "Now my identity must be explained to the Tang family, how about I really be your maid? But this maid is a bit expensive..."
Zhao Changhe took out a thousand-tael silver note and stuffed it into it: "Is it enough to cover it for ten days?"
Sisi snatched the banknote and muttered: "It's only ten days... I already had three days deducted."
Zhao Changhe really didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Hey, you are now my maid, do you know that you really don't have any face?"
"What's wrong with being a maid? Apart from teasing me, what else can I do?"
"...I think you have forgotten some painful past events?"
Sisi frowned and said, "I don't remember! Okay, let's continue talking about disguise. Do you just want to change your appearance so that you can't be recognized so that you can do secret things, or do you plan to learn how to put on makeup to look like someone else?"
"I don't want to live in the face of others, I'm just stupid..." Facing Sisi's quickly becoming dangerous gaze, Zhao Changhe hurriedly made up for it: "Uh, no, very smart, very smart..."
Sisi glared angrily, and Zhao Changhe raised his hands in surrender.
Sisi snorted: "Making up someone else is the highest achievement of disguise. It's not just about makeup skills, it also involves character acting. This is art, and it's by no means inferior to martial arts! Who do you think is stupid?"
Zhao Changhe laughed and said: "I know why you stole the things from the door, but Ye Wujiang is not angry anymore. I think you are his true inheritance. Ji Chengkong obviously doesn't have the same love as you."
Sisi was stunned for a moment, her eyes hesitated a little, and then she said after a while: "So why do you look down on me?"
Zhao Changhe said calmly: "I just feel that no one is qualified for me to play him."
"..." Sisi twitched the corner of her mouth and was too lazy to pay attention to him. What kind of knife goes with what kind of person? Both people and the knife think they are domineering. Sisi thinks this is called... hard to describe. It's a pity that she doesn't know the meaning.
The word two.
"Okay, okay, I just want to cover up my features, so I'll just give you the secret ingredient. Shouldn't I tell a story now?"
"...Okay." Zhao Changhe also felt that when the sword intention plus the story were exchanged for the disguise formula, this guy actually prioritized the story instead of the sword intention, which was completely stupid.
Both of them have a full and correct understanding of each other.
Sisi couldn't understand what he meant, and was extremely happy to see that he agreed. She hurriedly boiled water to make tea, staring with watery eyes on her chin, waiting for him to tell a story.
Zhao Changhe looked a little funny when he saw her, she looked like a little girl living in a ravine who had never seen the world... To put it bluntly, how big a territory could her Ancient Spirit Clan have, and how many people did it have? It was passed down from generation to generation.
Those stories about gods and demons from the era are probably confusing to the ears. They are not as rich and colorful as China’s humanities now, let alone contemporary novels.
"This story starts with a man named Duan..." Zhao Changhe did not intend to tell the complete story. How long would it be? He planned to go through Duan Yu's story from the beginning.
It turned out that Sisi paid more attention to Duan Yu's story than he thought: "The Duan family in Dali is recorded in the history of the era."
Zhao Changhe was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that the history of the era included King Cui Langya of Yao, Shun, and Yu Qinghe. There were also many poems and chapters circulated. I wonder what kind of strange historical mixture it was. It was not unusual to have the Duan family of Dali.
Sisi whispered to herself: "That land... is where we used to be..."
Halfway through, he seemed to have woken up and stopped talking. But Zhao Changhe understood clearly that the Ancient Spirit Tribe might be the Southwest Miao descendants of the last era, practicing Gu...
This time, Duan's story was made stronger by Sisi. Zhao Changhe had no choice but to put it aside and tell it in detail from the beginning.
This was troublesome to talk about. It took us until noon to mention that Jiumozhi had captured Duan Yu and went to Yanziwu.
The more Zhao Changhe talked about it, the more he felt that his memory was getting better. He had read the original work of Tianlong many years ago, but he had read a lot of it in the past few years, especially the colorful ones... He should have almost forgotten the specific story context.
That's right, but as I talked, it became smoother and smoother, and all kinds of details that should have been forgotten naturally popped out of my mind.
Sisi listened very carefully.
When he just said that Duan Yu was unwilling to learn his own martial arts and ran out, his eyes narrowed slightly, and then he showed no other expression. He quietly made him tea to soothe his throat without saying a word from beginning to end.
Even when the disguised maid A'Zhu appeared, Sisi's expression did not change at all. Zhao Changhe wondered if she was distracted and couldn't help but ask: "Hey, are you listening?"
"Listening."
“It’s hard to tell stories that no one appreciates…”
Sisi smiled slightly: "This story is very good, as long as you don't always fantasize about aphrodisiacs in the dungeon..."
"That's not what I imagined."
"You suspected my origin, and you actually took the trouble to make up such a story. Your literary talent is really amazing." Sisi smiled more and more teasingly: "But I have to say, you did guess a lot of things correctly."
Zhao Changhe was dumbfounded: "What and what?"
"Duan Yu is me, A'Zhu is me, and Jiumozhi is the one who steals various martial arts schools. Isn't it hard for you to spend so much time insinuating?"
"Grass?"
"Are you still thinking that I have to kowtow to you a thousand times so that I can learn from your family's strengths? Brother Immortal, you are so shameless."
Zhao Changhe's eyes became circles.
Fortunately, you didn't interrupt when I was telling the story, otherwise would the story still be able to continue? You told me that I have forgotten what the original story was like, and I can't go back...
"Hey, Murong Fu hasn't appeared yet, and various side exaggerations have already said that he has extraordinary bearing and martial arts. Could this be Tang Buqi in your mind? Or is it Tang Wanzhuang?"
"Don't, if you continue like this, you will kill the Tang family. The Murong family is a traitor." Zhao Changhe was about to cry: "Is it okay if I don't tell you this story? I was wrong. I will teach you sword skills."
, teach you sword skills."
"No need to kowtow a thousand times?"
"No, really no need..."
"Hehe..." Sisifu blew into her ear and whispered, "Brother Immortal..."
Zhao Changhe just wanted to buy a piece of tofu and kill him.
But I heard Tang Wanzhuang's voice coming from the window: "What is the name of this story, Mr. Zhao?"
Zhao Changhe composed himself: ""The Eight Parts of the Dragon"."
"In this Buddhist saying, Asura is one of the eight groups... If it corresponds to the person in the story, who is Asura? Is this Asura bloodthirsty?"
Zhao Changhe covered his face.
Tang Wanzhuang said again: "That prince who lives in the world has many beauties, and most of them are evil. Are they really all sisters?"
Can you and Sisi have a fight to determine who Duan Yu refers to?
By the way, can you please stop being arrogant? I'm so tormented by you right now that I've forgotten all about the original work.
Sisi was indeed unhappy, and stood up with her hands on her hips: "Our master and servant are telling stories. What do you think, sir, you have nothing to do? Why are you just listening in a corner outside?"
Tang Wanzhuang chuckled and said: "It's noon. Wanzhuang is holding a banquet in his courtyard. I invite Mr. Zhao to talk about business matters. This girl, your fairy brother, please lend me an hour first."