Zhao Changhe's leisurely days passed for three days.
I stayed up late at night reading and indulged in studying history. During the day, I went to learn equestrian skills. When I was tired, I would hold the little white rabbit under the willows by the river, hiding from the distant riders, and secretly kissing behind the trees.
Tuxue Wuzui and Black Peony were wandering by the tree, looking at the pair... I don't know if they sparked any sparks, and they secretly went to mate. In short, the man and woman under the tree were so distracted that they had no time to pay attention.
What is your horse doing?
Little White Rabbit was originally dissatisfied that his beloved horse was going to be bred, but as long as it was Brother Zhao's horse, it seemed to be fine...
They are meant to be matched, from humans to horses.
Tuxue Wuzui is very honest now. He will get beaten if he jumps wildly. If he is more honest, he will be accompanied by a little mare. Even a horse knows how to do it.
What's more, this master is really powerful. In just three days, he has evolved from a novice who can't ride a horse to one who can perform difficult moves such as hiding in stirrups, just like a man who has been riding a horse for several years.
, he doesn’t look like a newcomer at all.
Cui Yuanyang also discovered that Brother Zhao learned very quickly as long as it was about sports. On the contrary, every time he went to the study to read, Brother Zhao's eyes were blurred and he became drowsy.
When he talked about reading the history of the Era, he became very excited when he talked about it. His eyes became dizzy just sitting there. In the past three days, he didn’t know how much he had read or how many words he had memorized.
Well, it's very similar to the time when Yang Yang was forced to memorize the internal skills and mental methods. They really looked like a husband and wife.
He is right. For people like him, it is better not to talk about court. He is born to be in the arena and dominate the world.
But Yangyang became more and more reluctant to give up.
In fact, Daxia Longque had already been dealt with the day before yesterday, and Zhao Changhe could leave at that time. Learning equestrian plus studying history was a good reason, so he stayed for two more days. And you can never finish reading, and learning equestrian is
There are standards, and the day you learn it, it means you can leave at any time...
Cui Yuanyang even felt that Zhao Changhe was not as involved in kissing as he was two days ago, and he didn't know if it was an illusion...
Of course it's an illusion. Zhao Changhe is too embarrassed to kiss the little girl's mouth now. What's the point of not being invested in a kiss on the face... He has always loved Yangyang far more than he desires, and he doesn't know if it will change when we meet again in the future.
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"Brother Zhao..." The wind was blowing in the willows, and the little girl leaned on her lover's shoulder and drew circles, her eyes blurred and she muttered.
"Huh?" Zhao Changhe stretched out his hand to tease her chin: "What's wrong?"
"Tomorrow during the Qingming Festival, our whole family will worship our ancestors. What happened to my second uncle and the others earlier, we will also sacrifice to our ancestors and ask them to behead them in front of their spirits."
"Well, I haven't seen your father in the past two days. I guess the follow-up to this matter will be very troublesome. Your second uncle is so powerful and there are so many things to deal with. It won't be easy to chat with me when you have free time that night."
"In front of outsiders, he will always need Yun Dan Fengqing." Cui Yuanyang whispered: "I used to think that my father lived a very tiring life. He was ninth on the heavenly list. No one looked up to the famous family in the world, but I felt that he was not as good as Zhao.
The eldest brother walks around the world with a knife and a body, looking cool and comfortable."
"That's why a little fool would envy the kind of turmoil in the world, and then be deceived by bandits."
"Humph..." Cui Yuanyang didn't say anything like it's a good thing I met Brother Zhao. Everyone has said enough disgusting words in the past two days. What she wanted to say was that because of this, Yangyang didn't want to do it.
He was a dragster, holding Brother Zhao back from moving forward, and he turned into the second Cui Wenjing with worries.
In a sense, it was a good thing for people in the world to think that Zhao Changhe had been driven away by the Cui family. He was still moving forward without worries.
But the little girl didn't say that after all. She said that everyone would worship their ancestors tomorrow, which made her meaning very clear.
She didn't want to face farewell, cry and be filled with sadness that might not subside for a month; Zhao Changhe probably didn't like Ni Ni Wai Wai's entanglement, so it would be ideal to leave while they were worshiping their ancestors.
So she provided time, and everyone understood it tacitly.
Yangyang has always been the most measured.
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April 5th, Qingming Festival.
There was some light rain at night, and it stopped in the early morning. At this time, the mist was heavy, the sky was dark, and the dawn moon hung slanting on the horizon, looming.
Zhao Changhe in the guest house gently stroked the Daxia Longque whose hand was smeared like a rusty broken knife: "Hit twice, don't worry, I will take you out to kill people."
The buzzing sound of the knife seemed to be filled with dissatisfaction and joy.
Zhao Changhe slowly hung it on his back and looked at himself in the bronze mirror.
The tall and powerful man, who was more than eight feet long, carried a four-foot-long broadsword on his back. The long handle protruded from his shoulders. Looking at it from a distance, he had a formidable aura. The more Zhao Changhe looked at the knife, the more satisfied he became.
, can be awakened by one's own handsomeness.
The scribe's brocade robe was replaced by a warrior's attire, which was no longer purple, but gray and low-key. An old wine gourd hung sideways on his waist, and the stubble on his face that he had not shaved for the past two days gave him a cynical and reckless look.
Reappear in the mirror.
"Dang!" A bell rang from the distant hill. It was the Cui family's ancestor worship calling for everyone to gather.
Zhao Changhe turned his head and looked into the distance. In the mist, the mountains were difficult to see.
But he knew that there was a little girl walking on the mountain road, looking back at the direction of the guest house every step of the way.
He looked at it intently for a while, packed his luggage, strode out, and stepped onto Tuxue Wuzui.
The horses neighed, and in the morning mist, the sound of horse hooves stepped out of the quiet streets of Qinghe County and headed straight for the Changhe River outside the county.
On the hill, Cui Yuanyang had just reached the top, seemed to feel something, and turned around to look into the distance.
The mist gradually disappeared, and no one could be seen, but the willow bank by the river and the waning moon in the morning breeze could be vaguely seen.
The little girl who had never read without asking for a thorough explanation suddenly came to mind with a few words passed down from the previous era.
After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery.
Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?
That is a famous sentence that has survived across eras. Just because you read it again, you will know that you are already in the words.
"Dad." She suddenly pulled the corner of Cui Wenjing's clothes in front of her: "After worshiping the ancestors, Yang Yang asked for confinement and asked me to teach me the Qinghe Purple Qi."
Cui Wenjing was overjoyed and stroked his beard and said: "Very good."
Cui Yuanyang looked at Changhe outside the county again and whispered to himself: "You must wait for me... three years later, don't forget Yangyang."
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Thousands of miles southeast, Gujian Lake.
There is a bamboo forest by the lake, a thatched hut in the forest, and a tomb beside the hut.
Han Wubing quietly sat cross-legged by the tomb, with his long sword placed horizontally in front of the monument. He opened a pot of warm wine and slowly poured it on the sword. Sometimes he would take a sip himself, as if he was drinking with the sword, or as if he were holding a memorial ceremony.
I don’t know how long it took, but in the mist, the bamboo forest was moving in the wind.
The gourd wine is gone.
Han Wubing placed the empty gourd squarely in front of the tombstone and raised the long sword soaked in wine.
"Han Wubing, I knew you would come."
There were crowds of people all around, and I didn't know when they were under siege.
Han Wubing didn't look back and continued to look at the tomb: "I also knew you would come."
"Then you are here to die? If you sacrifice your own life by offering sacrifices, why bother?"
"Because I feel that there is something missing in the worship ceremony. Wine is not enough."
"Huh? Is your bounty missing? Haha...hahaha..."
"With wine but no blood, and no enemies, you came at the right time."
"Choke!" The dragon roared, the sword energy was cold, and the mist in the bamboo forest was blown away by this fierce murderous intention.
Zhao Changhe was riding his horse halfway when he suddenly reined in his horse and looked up at the sky.
"April, Qingming Festival. In front of Han Wubing's tomb, he realized the sword, and the entrance hall was on the fifth level. In one stick of incense, he killed thirty-two enemies in the sword house, and sacrificed blood to his close friends. Among them, there was one enemy of the same level, and no one below him was an enemy.
Murderous intent permeates the sky."
"Changes in the Hidden Dragon List."
"Qianlong Sixty-six, Han Wubing."
"If you have no disease, your enemy will have no life."
Zhao Changhe looked at it for a long time and then suddenly smiled: "In the past few months, the profiteers who compiled the book have been speechless. I heard that changes were not so frequent in the past. Is this a sign that the storm is coming and heroes will emerge in large numbers?
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He touched the horse's head and said with a smile: "Wuzui, do you feel impatient?"
Tuxue Wuzui: "..."
I am a horse, what are you talking about...
"Let's go." Zhao Changhe spurred his horse and galloped away: "My opponent is waiting for me in front, how can I lag behind!"
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