However, Zhao Changhe did not directly go over and say that he wanted to learn the piano. Instead, he went into his living room and wiped the sweat from his body with a towel very naturally, as if the teasing remarks just now did not exist.
It just saved Tang Wanzhuang's embarrassing reaction, no need to react.
Tang Wanzhuang suddenly felt that this guy had learned from some flower master, and this trick was a little tasteless...
Then he just wiped his body with his bare arms, completely ignoring her Tang Wanzhuang and just stood at the door and watched. He didn't know if it was exhibitionism or another kind of teasing...
In fact, it's because it's too hot. Zhao Changhe is too lazy to hold it in, and he doesn't invite you to my room to see if you like.
Tang Wanzhuang stood there with an expressionless face, neither advancing nor retreating. The good mood she had been smiling in the morning was almost gone.
Zhao Changhe asked naturally: "Is it because I haven't practiced enough? Logically speaking, the fourth level of the entrance hall of the inner house can not be afraid of the cold and heat, right? I didn't practice enough in winter, let alone it, when it's cold in spring, I
I am no longer afraid of the cold, but this summer I am more and more afraid of the heat. I sweat like pulp every now and then, but it is not as good as before."
Tang Wanzhuang said: "It has something to do with the nature of your practice. Of course, something like the Blood Evil Technique will make you feel hot, so it needs to be neutralized. Originally, the Liuhe Magic Technique was enough, but your practice of the Liuhe Divine Technique has not caught up with the Blood Evil Technique, so you were
Suppressed."
"So you need to slow down and calm down? It felt like it worked very well yesterday."
"yes."
"But I feel that after calming down, I feel a little too sage, as if I have aged several decades and nothing is disturbing. I understand the benefits of this state, but it always feels a bit uncomfortable. I am only twenty."
Tang Wanzhuang finally laughed: "Do you really think that just one of my songs has such a strong effect? It's magic, I can't do it. It's just because you are too tense every day. It's rare to hear such a relaxing song, and the feeling is particularly obvious.
That's all, it won't be so magical if you continue. It can only make you concentrate and calm down, at least you won't be afraid of the heat."
Zhao Changhe glanced at her: "You don't use any exercises, and you're not afraid of the heat?"
Tang Wanzhuang said: "Except for fierce battles, I haven't sweated in daily life for many years... The so-called calm mind..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhao Changhe interrupted: "Well, with ice-cold muscles and jade bones, I feel cool and sweat-free. This is much worse for me, a big old man."
Tang Wanzhuang's words were choked in her throat and her eyes widened.
Are you teasing me again?
Zhao Changhe laughed, yes, it was this expression that smelled of human fireworks.
Just like the fairy in the painting came out, it came alive.
Why are you so serious all the time?
Tang Wanzhuang took a deep breath: "Why did you have such an attitude towards me before? I think it was because her medicine didn't really have any effect last night, right? It's like you want to make up for it."
Zhao Changhe said honestly: "That's not true. Taking medicine is too low-level, and I was really a sage yesterday."
He thought for a while and sighed: "Maybe it's because I've been used to teasing Sisi these days. Suddenly this person is no longer around, and it's you. Actually, it's nothing. I've been giving you so many blowjobs outside.
, those who are serious when meeting real people are actually hypocritical.”
Tang Wanzhuang said: "So this is your original attitude towards me? Was it just that you were restrained before?"
"Maybe. I don't quite understand it myself. Anyway, it feels more natural now. When I talked to you before, I always seemed to think about it for a few times before speaking out. It's very unnatural."
Tang Wanzhuang suddenly laughed: "If you had this attitude before, Sisi might not have the skill to administer the medicine in the end."
Zhao Changhe was startled, thoughtful.
Maybe, Sisi has always been very unconvinced by his two attitudes. She feels that she is being underestimated and respects Tang Wanzhuang too much. That last moment may really be a rebellious move caused by this dissatisfaction, which makes you aloof. Take a look.
What a wave!
"Her real age is actually only sixteen and a half years old, less than seventeen. She is just a rebellious little foreign girl with a different upbringing from the Chinese." Tang Wanzhuang said: "I think she is somewhat interested in you.
You don’t need to worry too much.”
Damn it, Sisi has such a good figure, but she’s not even seventeen?
Zhao Changhe really didn't expect this, and he was a little surprised immediately: "You speak for her instead?"
"Because she really didn't mean to harm you. Even the last move, in her eyes, was just to give you an advantage... I can be angry with her, but you don't have much need." Tang Wanzhuang Youyouran
Said: "Of course, if you are aggrieved for me, then I will also be very happy."
This time it was Zhao Changhe's turn to widen his eyes: "Are you teasing me?"
Tang Wanzhuang said leisurely: "You are making fun of me, why can't I make fun of you? You said that you used to think twice when talking to me, don't I? I'm just a big child, it always gives me a headache.
, I sometimes wonder if I should treat you like a slut, knock you over and give you a beating if you are unhappy..."
Zhao Changhe stared at her for a long time and suddenly laughed.
Tang Wanzhuang also smiled. Her smile was truly beautiful.
Zhao Changhe suddenly felt that if the atmosphere was like this yesterday, there would definitely be no psychological barrier to calling "sister" at that time.
It was as if the invisible barrier between the two people had suddenly been broken down, and their relationship had gone from being business-like and even cautiously keeping a distance, to becoming a bit of a personal friendship.
How did this change begin...from discussing Sisi? Or did it start from saying that I wanted to see her shy look?
Inexplicable...scratching my head.
Seeing him scratching his head like a fool, Tang Wanzhuang wanted to laugh even more: "Don't be stupid there, you didn't have time to play the piano and touch my hand today - you promised to sort out Sisi's sword skills and give them to me
Let her go, she should leave in the next two days."
"Oh, right..." Zhao Changhe knew that this was serious business, and since he had nothing to do now, he sat directly in front of the window, spread out his pen and ink, and began to write down the key points of swordsmanship.
Tang Wanzhuang stood aside and watched in great surprise. She believed that many key points could be understood from the sword seal, but it was not a text transmission, but the "meaning" of your experience. You should transform it into words and retell it.
, this is the power of a master!
But it took Zhao Changhe just one night to realize that he could actually write it down like this, as if the Sword Emperor had explained it to him orally...
That's right, it was explained to him that the Heavenly Book was embodied in the form dictated by the Sword Emperor, and Zhao Changhe had to recite it many times before he could remember it.
Tang Wanzhuang is also a master of swordsmanship. He can tell at a glance that this thing is genuine and definitely not just nonsense. Even if some masters were to understand its meaning and express it, they may not be as good as him.
How on earth is this done...
However, as a master of swordsmanship, looking at the skills of the Sword King, he really couldn't think of anything else. He quickly became absorbed in the sword's intention and was lost in thought.
This sword manual is only entry-level, but the sword theory contained in it is already quite impressive.
From this point of view, the basic principles are still the same in ancient and modern times. People today have indeed not taken the wrong path. But why do we see a gap of despair as we go higher?
Zhao Changhe had been writing for a while, but he ran out of ink and wanted to polish the ink painfully. When Tang Wanzhuang saw him stop writing, she quickly realized the reason and subconsciously reached out to rub the ink first, while her eyes were still looking at herself.
Thoughts on the manuscript.
With a look like "you write it, I want to read it, I'll do this little thing", it's vivid and vivid without the need to speak.
Zhao Changhe looked up, said nothing, and continued to write with ink, feeling extremely weird in his heart.
This feeling...
It really smells good, Mo Xiang, she is standing next to her so gracefully, and she smells good too.
I feel so strange...but also very embarrassed, because my calligraphy is so ugly that I blush when I write it. I am simply not worthy of such a peerless beauty.
Zhao Changhe was forced by his parents to attend a calligraphy interest class when he was very young. He knew how to hold a brush and calligraphy, but he cried and gave up after learning it for two months. It was basically a waste of learning and a waste of time.
Damn tuition.
Since traveling through time for so long, he has only written once, that is, the last time he silently wrote the Blood Evil Technique for the Heavenly Book to read. After writing several thousand words, he was barely familiar with it. What is better than similar friends is that his current
The power control is relatively precise, and at least the writing is not crooked like an earthworm. It is still relatively like a character, but that's all.
As he wrote, he couldn't help but mutter: "Isn't it ugly?"
Tang Wanzhuang came back to her senses from the swordsmanship. In fact, she had not paid attention to his words before. Now she was reminded and found it interesting: "It's not bad. I can see that you have learned the basic techniques.
It’s just that I’m unfamiliar with it…well, I should definitely learn it, Zhaocuo is a good place.”
Zhao Changhe: "..."
Tang Wanzhuang admired his handwriting with a smile, and even praised it: "It's actually not bad. Have you noticed that your writing is unfamiliar at first, but the more you write, the more arrogant and powerful it becomes, showing off your sharp edge, and it actually becomes a style of its own."
...Although the structure is unbalanced, the layout is ugly, and it looks weird...should this be called Zhao Cuo Ti?"
"...Can you not mention Zhao Cuo? By the way, are you praising me or hurting me?"
"Of course it's a compliment." Tang Wanzhuang said with a smile: "Do I expect you to become a famous calligrapher?"
Zhao Changhe said speechlessly: "As long as you can write like a character, you will be happy, right?"
"Because you still care about whether it looks good or not, it means you still have the desire to learn."
"I always feel like you're playing a development game, including tricking me into playing the piano and saying it's meditation."
"It's just killing two birds with one stone. Playing the piano is indeed conducive to meditation and your current state. But what does it mean to develop a game?" Tang Wanzhuang said: "Actually, there are only you and me here, so I might as well say it bluntly, I really hope to turn you towards the prince.
Cultivation, how can this be called a game? The word used here is frivolous, this is a very serious matter."
"The main difference between nurturing games and normal training is that nurturing games refer to cultivating children into the partners they want... Ouch..."
There was a "stuck" sound, and the hard ink stick turned into powder in the inkstone. The ink splashed on Zhao Changhe's face, and Tang Wanzhuang walked away angrily.