First of all, Xiangyang himself is in a mess and has not yet completely settled down. Secondly, Tang Wanzhuang's body must be recuperated. Otherwise, if something goes wrong during the battle, killing ten thousand Maitreyas will not make it right.
In addition, it is best to wait for Ying Wu to come and talk in person, and... Yang Jingxiu's birthday next month should be attended, and all aspects should be taken care of.
It is indeed a completely different ecology. I feel that in this environment, it really doesn't matter whether an individual can fight or not. No wonder aristocratic families always feel like they are looking at ordinary people when they look at the rough.
Zhao Changhe pinched his head with a headache, said goodbye to Li Si'an, and went to find Xue Canghai.
Xue Canghai was leading the Blood God Sect to garrison the barracks, watching the Xiangyang soldiers with eager eyes.
Looking at the red eyes of the Blood God cultists, it was obvious that they had not enjoyed hunting down Maitreya's defeated soldiers before. It felt like they wanted to rush over and kill all the Xiangyang soldiers.
Chasing tens of thousands of people and cutting them down, the average number of heads killed by the sword is unknown. For the believers who have not been nourished by the blood evil for a long time, it feels that this time they may be generally upgraded to one and a half levels... So I want to find another one.
With the experience package, I could see the camp nearby shivering.
Fortunately, Xue Canghai was not stupid and knew what Zhao Changhe was thinking, so he just restrained these lawless people. So everyone had nothing to do but lift stone piers in the military camp, working up their energy and blood, and they were in full swing.
In fact, it may be that the rain after a long drought has a good effect. If you really kill too many people, you may not have much experience. Xue Canghai himself feels that there is basically no big benefit in killing a lot, and he also recognizes Zhao Changhe's intention towards the Blood God.
explanation of.
The Blood Fiend thing is almost enough. It is not an endless demand. Don’t put the cart before the horse.
What really needs to be used is the evil of the battlefield... Zhao Changhe's sword strike against Xiu also greatly touched Xue Canghai. He also held the Blood God Sword and simulated the meaning of the sword in the camp, as if he had some understanding.
"Old Xue, Old Xue." Zhao Changhe opened the tent and came in, feeling quite pleased: "The restraints are good. I thought I would see a pack of evil wolves."
"Aren't these a bunch of hungry wolves now? They're all starving." Xue Canghai was not angry.
"It's okay, it's okay. There will be a chance to fight soon."
"Maitreya has been destroyed, right?" Xue Canghai said: "When the time comes, Tang Wanzhuang will be in charge, there will be a lot of elites from the Tang family, and various groups in the south will gather together, will we still have a share?"
"Are we in a bad position?" Zhao Changhe said with a smile: "We have decided, okay, let you be the commander-in-chief of Xiangyang's troops?"
Xue Canghai: "?"
You said that I am a copycat leader on Wushan Mountain, how can I...
"Well..." Xue Canghai's tone became more refined: "With my background, well, I haven't learned any art of war, so I'm afraid..."
"It's okay, learn slowly." Zhao Changhe said: "Also, I want to ask, there should be some brothers who are not willing to be soldiers and prefer martial arts. So, do you want to be a Demon Suppressor? I think Professor Sun is very suitable."
Xue Canghai's eyes turned into circles.
Is this recruitment?
But the imperial court doesn't even have an edict. Will our move count? Or should you just let it go?
Yes... he seems to be the prince, the only one.
"We have agreed that whether you are a soldier or a demon suppressor, the rules must be changed and your temperament must be changed. If you are still the same as before, don't do it if you can't do it. Don't make everyone look bad."
Xue Canghai hesitated for a long time. He originally wanted to ask you if you have decided to be the emperor, but when the words came to his mouth, he felt that the question was too direct and seemed uncultured and inconsistent with his current status. So he held it back, his face turned pale.
I was so suffocated that I finally managed to say: "What...are you going to do next?"
Zhao Changhe looked at the sky: "Learn medicine from others and teach me how to treat her."
Xue Canghai: "??"
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He took Sun Jiaoxi and a few others who were unwilling to fight as the main soldiers to the Zhenmo Division. Under the distrustful eyes of the Zhenmo Division, he took out a sign and publicly announced that Sun Jiaoxi had become the director of Xiangyang Zhenmo Division. After an extremely unreliable court review,
Powers were secretly transferred to each other, turning the demon sect gangsters into policemen. Zhao Changhe sneaked back to the prefect's mansion with a guilty conscience and a bad debt on his forehead.
Anyway, no matter how unreliable it is, there is an adult behind it who is endorsing it, so don’t worry about it.
It's nothing more than expediency. Judging from Professor Sun's unwillingness, he may not want to do this job... Anyway, there are no people in the security department. Let's do it first, and we won't talk about it until the time comes.
Look at this, does the chaotic Xiangyang suddenly become more normal?
We have money and food. We are on the way and will be there soon.
The missing men have been found, and the army that is riddled with holes has also been led by men.
There is no need to put on your evening makeup and worry about sleeping in bed. You can just study medicine properly.
What this apprentice did was so filial that it moved heaven, and Daxia shed tears when he heard it...
Zhao Changhe sighed to himself as he entered the backyard of the prefect's mansion, where the sound of a musical instrument could be faintly heard. He slowed down his pace and listened carefully, frowning slightly.
This level is just average. Maybe it’s because I have been influenced by the Heavenly Book of the Way of Nature and my vision has improved, but I really don’t have much time to practice the piano in the evening makeup, so my level is poor?
When I walked to the back of the yard and looked around, I saw Baoqin playing the piano.
Zhao Changhe: "..."
It turns out it's you, then it's okay.
My eyes searched around and I saw Tang Wanzhuang lying on the pavilion with one hand supporting his forehead and the other holding a scroll while looking at it. Behind him were rockery mountains and flowing water, just like the fairy in the painting. She stood up in a daze and held the scroll.
Leisure reading.
Zhao Changhe's heart skipped a beat.
It's so beautiful.
Her temperament is so perfect, it's so exciting, even the sound of the piano is moving. The little girl plays really leisurely, which fits the scene very well. It's pretty good.
"Hold the piano." Tang Wanzhuang was still reading, without raising her eyelids, and said leisurely: "Give him the piano."
"Zheng!" The sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and he stammered: "Miss, he, he..."
"I won't break you~" Tang Wanzhuang said in a longer tone, coaxing like a child: "If it breaks again this time, you go and flick his face to death."
Zhao Changhe secretly thought it was a good thing you were talking about face-slapping, I thought...
Baoqin stood up reluctantly and looked at him warily: "Be gentle!"
Zhao Changhe said helplessly: "I have a lot of things I want to report to you."
"Since you are fully responsible for helping me recover, I won't listen to this."
"What should I do if something goes wrong? I feel guilty and don't know if I can do it."
"How bad can it be compared to being possessed by Maitreya before?" Tang Wanzhuang smiled slightly: "Sit down, I want to hear whether you have been practicing the piano these days."
"I'm here to study medicine, can I put aside playing the piano?"
Tang Wanzhuang ignored him and continued to focus on the book.
I have forgotten some things, and I need to seize the time to review a few more pages of medical books to avoid forgetting them. Will I tell you?
However, Zhao Changhe thought that this sister was calm and confident, and was not slow or hasty. Instead, he was in awe. He sat down by the piano and pressed the strings and asked, "Which song do you want to listen to?"
"Which song is the one you are most familiar with?" Tang Wanzhuang said: "You never know a few songs, why are you pretending to be here..."
Zhao Changhe was very helpless. He really didn't know a few songs. The one he was most familiar with was probably "Mountains and Flowing Water". When Tang Wanzhuang taught him how to play the piano, he mainly taught this kind of music. It highlighted the relationship between the two of them as confidants and mutual help, with no other meaning.
Taste. Let him play again now, which seems to be a repeated warning...
But the warning at this time is meaningless to the bear.
Zhao Changhe stretched out his fingers to lightly pluck the strings, and the melody of "High Mountains and Flowing Waters" sounded slightly unfamiliar to his fingertips.
Baoqin curled his lips, Zhencai.
I peeked at the young lady, but she still seemed to be smiling.
It's over.
I was sulking when I heard his unfamiliar tune becoming more familiar. I held the piano and said "Huh", and my ears pricked up.
In fact, his proficiency is limited. The main reason is that people like him who study martial arts can now do whatever they want, whether it is fingering changes or strength control. Doing these things is indeed easy to learn, just like learning medicine, it should be easy. But the artistic conception is quite
Those who watch it seem to be able to really feel the majestic mountains, flowing springs, blue sky, and refreshing sky from his music. It has a relaxing and open-minded atmosphere of the world, which is fascinating.
Baoqin has never learned to play the piano since he was in elementary school. How did he achieve this level of speaking through sounds?
Tang Wanzhuang's eyes involuntarily moved away from the page and fell on his profile.
The figures in the environment, sitting cross-legged and playing the piano by the stream, gradually overlap and fit together.
That's who he is...always has been.
I originally thought that the level of playing the piano was just what I imagined and expected, but unexpectedly, he actually has such a level... Although he has not practiced and his skills are rusty, his artistic conception is broad and lofty, which is his innate spirit.
Combined with the way of natural landscape that he didn't know where to observe and comprehend, it has gradually begun to become his own thing.
Even the essence of martial arts is here.
The mountains are thousands of feet high and strong and unyielding. The water flowing thousands of miles is unstoppable.
What everyone sees in nature is different, and that is his intention, so that the sound of running water in the mountains becomes roaring, the running water turns into waterfalls, the geese scream in the sky, and the people stand on top.
In the valley below, there are orchids hidden in bloom.
That is the meaning of the ending of the sound of the piano. Who is the orchid in the valley looking at from a high place pointing to?
The sound of the piano gradually stopped, the eyes in Bao Qin's eyes changed, and Tang Wanzhuang's eyes also became intense. Neither of them expected that after not seeing each other for a long time, his demeanor had changed to this. How could he still look like the bear in his memory?
High mountains and flowing water have made me a close friend to this day.
Zhao Changhe turned to look at Tang Wanzhuang and smiled softly: "Originally I wanted to play more slowly, but unknowingly it became more exciting... It feels like it's not very suitable for your state, so let Bao Qin do it."
Tang Wanzhuang blurted out: "If you don't listen to her, I'm tired of hearing it. I want to listen to you."
Baoqin opened his mouth and closed it again.
Zhao Changhe stood up, walked to her and sat down: "Don't make trouble, it's important to study medicine."
"Okay." Tang Wanzhuang put the traditional Chinese medicine book into his hand with some frustration: "This is the first volume of "Shen Nong's Materia Medica". You first search according to the diagram and memorize the appearance, characteristics and effects of each medicinal material.
Once again, I will test you later."
Zhao Changhe turned over the thick medicinal scriptures with a green face, and the dead memory of the college entrance examination repeatedly attacked his mind. How long has it been since he didn't study, how can he finish memorizing it? It seems that this is only the first one, and it is still
There are a lot of them, right?
When people are in trouble, they want to be lazy. Zhao Changhe's heart suddenly moved, and he suddenly had a whim - what would happen if the pictures in the Medicine Sutra were connected with the second page of the Heavenly Book?
If the second page is about the way of nature, are the medicinal materials relevant? Is there a clearer arrangement and analysis of the medicinal materials like the slow frame rate analysis of martial arts?
By extension, if Xuanwu's "Mountains and Rivers" is also thrown into it, what will happen?