Yue Hongling really wanted to wait until I recover from my injury. Do you know how many days you have to rest?
He was not only injured by the counterattack... the overdraft of the forceful use of stunts was outrageous. Yue Hongling could see that his whole body was completely deficient in energy and blood, and his muscles were limp. The very high-quality energy he had just said was now exhausted.
He can't even see him anymore. Now even a goose can kill him.
But he was still laughing, extremely cheerful, and really looking forward to playing again in the future.
It's really heroic.
This kind of person shouldn't talk about men and women. He was born to cut mountains and rivers in this world.
Yue Hongling curled her lips and did not mock him. She just said: "I have some guesses about the nature of your Qi."
"Huh?" Zhao Changhe looked up at her.
"Just now you didn't use true energy to drive the gods and Buddhas to disperse, but you used the power of blood and true energy at the same time. It was actually able to be mixed together, like a kind of skill. It shows that its compatibility is unparalleled and can be used at any time.
Transform it into any kind of power you need, no matter internal or external. For you, it is equivalent to having an extra Qi and blood reserve of the Blood Demon Gong."
Zhao Changhe said happily: "This is great!"
Yue Hongling said: "Currently, you are mainly focusing on the Blood Demon Kung Fu, so I suspect that it should be the other way around when you practice it deeply. No matter what other practices you have, you can be absorbed and accommodated by this true energy. The meaning of this sea is extremely grand, I don't know.
Whoever created it is really awesome."
Zhao Changhe nodded slightly, that's right... It's very consistent with Xia Longyuan's idea of leaving the exercises for his illegitimate children. No matter what the children learned from their mother or from outsiders, they can be compatible with this exercise, and they will be transformed in the later stages.
His technique has become the main one. And the meaning of hundreds of rivers returning to the sea should originally be the meaning of the emperor, or in other words, it might as well be said that it is not the king's land.
For the first time, Zhao Changhe had some respect for this old emperor whom he had never met before. He was really awesome. He suddenly thought in his heart, could such an awesome person really become fatuous and chaotic in his later years? Logically speaking, he is not that old.
, for such a spiritual man, is he considered old if he is several decades older?
Could there be something wrong here... is he actually dead? Or did his practice go astray?
While he was still thinking, Yue Hongling lazily entered the room: "No matter how many thoughts you have, you must have a good rest tonight. It's not me who is here to heal your injuries. It seems that I want to protect you."
Zhao Changhe laboriously moved into the house step by step. The first thing he saw when he entered the house was Yue Hongling applying medicine and bandaging to the wound on his lower abdomen.
It's strange to say that before, I thought I should avoid this matter. Zhao Changhe hid and Yue Hongling was still blushing. But at this moment, I think there is nothing to avoid this kind of thing? There is only a wound on the stomach, which looks very serious.
Crazy, what kind of ambiguity can be seen from this? There is nothing at all.
Maybe it's just because we were strangers at that time, but now we are friends?
I don’t know. Anyway, Zhao Changhe took a glance and felt nothing. He sat on the edge of the bed and closed his eyes to recover. Yue Hongling also took care of getting some medicine and bandages. She also sat on a chair aside and crossed her legs and closed her eyes. It was so natural.
.
After a while, the two of them fell into meditation, and the night finally fell into silence.
This seemed to be the scene that Yue Hongling wanted when she came to seek refuge, but she arrived a little late... It would be nice if those embarrassing things didn't happen. Before entering meditation, such thoughts flashed through their minds almost at the same time.
…………
Early the next morning, Yue Hongling finished her recuperation first and opened her eyes.
Zhao Changhe was still in trance, his brows were slightly furrowed and he looked a little in pain.
It's not that the recovery from overdraft is painful, but that it's an inherent problem of the Blood Evil Gong. When he's weak, it will be more difficult than usual, but it seems that his internal strength is helping to heal it, and the situation is pretty good.
Yue Hongling looked at it and thought, this man has suffered more than ordinary people in practicing Kung Fu. The suffering of Blood Evil Kung Fu can happen at any time, and the harder you practice, the higher the frequency of this suffering. There are many Blood God Sects
Those who practiced the Blood Demon Kung Fu were all defeated, but Zhao Changhe worked harder and harder, as if fighting against the pain, "Come on!"
Outsiders can't see it, they can only see his heroic spirit like a cloud, like a river.
He repeatedly asked various questions about various techniques and his age from various angles, all because he wanted to see if the current techniques could replace the blood-killing technique. The final answer was that it could not be done yet. He must be very disappointed in his heart.
Yes, but you can't see it on your face, you are still free and easy.
Yue Hongling knew that she really admired such people. He said that he saw the imaginary world in himself, but in fact, it was not the same from her perspective.
Bandit spirit? In fact, she is also very strong. Ren Xia and bandit spirit are very close to each other in many cases. They can probably be called children of Jianghu. They are very different from Cui Yuanyong and others. She, Yue Hongling, is in Cui Yuanyong’s eyes.
, she is just a vulgar woman with deep gangsterism.
They are the same kind of people, so they are close to each other. Cui Yuanyong is a good person, and he is indeed a good person. He suspected that she had fallen into the hands of bandits and even came to save her, but it was difficult for everyone to urinate in a pot.
There were footsteps outside and someone was approaching.
Yue Hongling pressed her hand on the hilt of the sword, her eyes instantly sharp.
"Knock knock", there was a knock on the door: "Boss."
Yue Hongling breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Zhao Changhe. He still frowned in pain. She shook her head and went to open the door.
Outside the door was a cook, who brought a few steamed buns, two bowls of porridge, and a few plates of side dishes. Seeing that it was "sister-in-law" who opened the door, the cook's eyes flashed with surprise, and he didn't dare to look any further, lowering his head and smiling apologetically:
"Hello, sister-in-law, this is the breakfast ordered by the boss, with an extra portion for sister-in-law."
Yue Hongling stroked her forehead, except for this kind of thing.
Just don't be a sister-in-law. It will be much more comfortable without these troubles.
But now she can only play this role. Yue Hongling reluctantly reached out and took the plate: "Thank you."
The cook rubbed his hands and said, "Sister-in-law is really like a fairy. Boss is so lucky."
Does he have the blessing of healing and meditating? Yue Hongling turned around and entered the room angrily, placing the plate heavily on the table.
Zhao Changhe opened his eyes at this moment, and the pained look he had just seen slowly eased, and soon he returned to the familiar hearty smile: "Good morning, uh, breakfast is here? I don't know what you are used to eating in the morning. First, let's start with
Just do it.”
"How come children from the Jianghu are so particular about it?" Yue Hongling sat at the table, one foot on the stool next to her, and gulped down her porridge.
This look was very different from the way she was leaning against the window sill when they first met her yesterday. Zhao Changhe was more accustomed to it. This is how children in the world should be, and they were not just some small family biyu.
He rubbed his face, washed briefly, and sat across from Yue Hongling with a smile: "You look full of energy, are you healed?"
"It's not a multiple injury at all. It's just one external injury, and the internal injury is just a little bit of sword energy. It will be gone after a night of recuperation, and it will be fine in two or three days." Yue Hongling frowned: "You
The terminology is so strange, what is full of vitality..."
"Zhao Cuo dialect, you just need to roughly understand the meaning." Zhao Changhe paused as he spoke, a little lost in thought: "It is very likely that in a few days, you may not be able to hear these words coming out of my mouth. After all, it is to... Rong
Yu Jianghu."
Yue Hongling thought he was referring to the fact that all Zhao Cuo people were dead and there was no one to accompany him to speak the local accent. She couldn't help but sigh: "I wish I had been there earlier..."
"The past is in the past, and there is no point in talking about it. Do you want me to talk about your life-saving grace?"
Yue Hongling said angrily: "I can't see how you are grateful."
"Then why do you think I wanted to kill Cui Yuanyong when I saw you injured yesterday? We have no grievances and have never even met. Is it really because I have a crush on Yue Hongling? Others are just guessing.
Don’t get yourself involved.”
Yue Hongling: "..."
"Hey, speaking of Cui Yuanyong, I don't know much about these aristocratic families. Can you briefly introduce them?"
"I told you yesterday that not everyone has magical skills and secrets. Over time, people who master the skills well have formed various high-level sects and powerful family inheritances. This is normal. What can I introduce?"
"Then why is it also Qinghe Cui?"
"Yeah?" Yue Hongling was confused: "Why can't it be Qinghe Cui?"
"...Well, could it be that they have inherited it from the previous era? Or have they received inheritance from the previous era? To be honest, I have read some history books, and they have basically never mentioned this."
"I don't know about this. These aristocratic families are indeed much older than Daxia. How many dynasties have risen and fallen, and they are still there... Regarding the glorious history of their families, if you are interested, you should ask Cui Yuanyong himself. I believe he will be very happy.
It doesn’t matter how true you are if you brag a few words.”
"Will he pay attention to me?"
Yue Hongling thought for a while: "It's hard to say. On the surface, these aristocratic families are gentle and polite, but I always feel that they are alienated and scrutinized in their bones, which makes them uncomfortable. I am the second Qianlong, and they are people.
We will still be friends, if you say...I don't know how Qianlong Zhimo is in their eyes, should it be okay? At least he is on the same level as him."
Zhao Changhe nodded: "If you have a chance, please introduce someone to me."
Yue Hongling asked curiously: "How come you are interested in these things, and you even come to the door to give me a cold shoulder? This shouldn't be done..."
Zhao Changhe looked at her strangely, do you know me well?
But this understanding is correct. With his temperament, he really shouldn't be interested in these things, let alone contact any aristocratic family members... It's a pity that exploring the world's mysteries does not come from temperament. These are very important for him to uncover the mystery. If he doesn't
If you like it, you have to get in touch with it.
Yue Hongling was on pins and needles because of his strange look, and finally couldn't help but slap the table: "What are you looking at? You and I are not familiar with each other, so what's the surprise if we don't know each other well? How are you recovering? Come on, come on, it should be
It’s time to practice!”
Zhao Changhe couldn't laugh or cry, but he didn't say that you really understand me. He always felt that this situation would turn into teasing and ruin the good atmosphere of communication.
In fact, he really wanted to practice sparring, but unfortunately his recovery was not good, and he was also afraid that Yue Hongling's wound would break again. After thinking about it, he asked: "You said you can teach me three aspects, what about the third one?"
"How to identify the location by listening to sounds, sensing foreign enemies, and..." Yue Hongling suddenly flicked the chopsticks on the table, and the chopsticks flew out with a "whoosh" and inserted into the door panel: "Kill the enemy remotely, chase the soul and seek life. Do you want to learn?