The Book of Troubled Times

Now is not the time to counterattack Maitreya.

First of all, Xiangyang was in a mess and was not completely stable, and secondly, Tang Wanzhuang's body had to be recuperated, otherwise, if something went wrong during the battle, killing ten thousand Maitreya would not make it up.

In addition, it's best to wait for Ying Wu to come over to talk in person, and... next month's Yang Jingxiu's birthday, you should go to it and do everything well.

It really is a completely different ecology. I feel that in this environment, whether an individual can fight or not is really unimportant. No wonder the aristocratic family will always have a feeling of looking at the grass.

Zhao Changhe shook his head with some headaches, bid farewell to Li Si'an, and went to find Xue Canghai.

Xue Canghai is leading the Blood God Sect to station in the barracks, guarding the Xiangyang soldiers.

Seeing the red-eyed looks of the Blood God believers, it was obviously not enjoyable to hunt down and kill Maitreya's rout soldiers before, and it felt like they really wanted to rush over and kill the Xiangyang soldiers.

After chasing tens of thousands of people, it is unknown how many heads are killed by the knife on average. For the congregants who have not been nourished by the blood demon for a long time, this time it feels that they may really be upgraded to a level and a half... So I wanted to find The experience is packed, and the camp on the side is trembling.

Fortunately, Xue Canghai was not stupid, he knew what Zhao Changhe was thinking, so he restrained these lawless bastards. So they all held up stone pier in the barracks when they had nothing to do, pumping up their energy and blood, in full swing.

In fact, it may be that the effect of long drought and rain is good, and it may not have any experience if you really kill more. Xue Canghai himself felt that there was basically no benefit in killing him, and he also recognized Zhao Changhe's explanation of the blood god's meaning even more in his heart.

Blood Fiend 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... Xue Canghai was also greatly touched by Zhao Changhe's strike. He also held the Blood God Saber, imitating the meaning of that knife in the camp, as if he had realized it.

"Old Xue, old Xue." Zhao Changhe opened the tent and entered, quite relieved: "The restraint is good, I thought I would see a pack of vicious wolves."

"Aren't these a pack of hungry wolves now? They're all starving." Xue Canghai said angrily.

"It's okay, it's okay, there will be a chance to fight soon."

"Maitreya is suppressed, right?" Xue Canghai said: "When Tang Wanzhuang is in charge, there will be a lot of elites from the Tang family, and the southern families will gather for training, and we will still have our share?"

"Are we inferior?" Zhao Changhe said with a smile, "We have decided to let you be the commander of Xiangyang soldiers and horses, okay?"

Xue Canghai: "?"

You said that I am a copycat leader on Wushan Mountain, how could I...

"That..." Xue Canghai's tone was three points more gentle: "My background, um, I haven't learned any art of war, I'm afraid I'm sorry..."

"It's okay, learn slowly." Zhao Changhe said: "Another question, there should be brothers who don't want to be soldiers, and prefer martial arts and rivers and lakes, so the town magician will do it. I think Sun Jiaoxi is very suitable."

Xue Canghai's eyes became circles.

This is recruitment?

But the imperial court doesn't even have an imperial edict, so does our move count? Or do you just say it?

That's right...he seems to be the prince, the only one.

"Okay, no matter if you are a soldier or a town magician, the rules have to be changed, and the temperament has to be changed. If it's 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 while, and originally wanted to ask you if he had decided to become emperor, but when he got to the point of his mouth, he felt that asking too directly seemed uneducated and did not fit his current status. Then he choked back again, his face turned purple before he choked out a sentence: "You...what are you going to do next?"

Zhao Changhe looked at the sky: "Learn medicine from others, teach me how to treat her."

Xue Canghai: "???"

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He took Sun Jiaoxi and a few others who were unwilling to be big soldiers to fight in the Zhenmagic Division, and under the distrustful eyes of the Zhenmagic Division, he took out a sign and announced in public that Sun Jiaoxi would become the director of Xiangyang Zhenmagic Division. After going through the extremely unreliable court Power was handed over and received in secret, and the demon cult gangsters were turned into policemen. Zhao Changhe slipped back to the prefect's mansion full of guilt and bad debts.

Anyway, no matter how unreliable it is, there is an adult behind it who is endorsing it, so let it be.

It's nothing more than expediency, and seeing Professor Sun's reluctance, he may not necessarily want to do this job... Anyway, there is no one in law and order, so let's do it first, and then talk about it when it doesn't work.

Look at this, does the messy Xiangyang suddenly become more normal?

There is money and food, on the way, almost there.

The missing manpower has also been found, and the battered army has also been led.

You don't need to put on evening makeup and worry about sitting down at your desk, you can study medicine well.

What this apprentice has done can be said to be filial piety and moved the heavens, and Daxia shed tears when he heard it...

Zhao Changhe sighed to himself and entered the backyard of the prefect's mansion, and the sound of a piano could be faintly heard inside. He slowed down and listened carefully, frowning slightly.

This level is so-so, maybe it's because I have been influenced by the book of the way of nature, and my vision is high, and I don't have much time to practice the piano, so my level is poor?

Walking to the back of the courtyard and looking around, Baoqin is playing the piano.

Zhao Changhe: "..."

It turned out to be you, that's all right.

Eyeballs searched around, and saw Tang Wanzhuang leaning against the pavilion, lying on her side, resting her forehead in one hand, holding a scroll in the other, looking at it. idle reading.

Zhao Changhe's heart skipped a beat.

It's really beautiful.

The temperament is so well controlled, the XP is too poignant, even the sound of holding the piano is moving, the little girl plays really leisurely, it fits the scene very well, not bad.

"Hold the qin." Tang Wanzhuang was still reading without raising her eyes, and said leisurely, "Give him the qin."

"Zheng!" The sound of the qin stopped suddenly, and he stammered while holding the qin: "Miss, he, he..."

"I won't break you~" Tang Wanzhuang elongated her tone, coaxing a child, "If you break it again this time, you can slap him in the face and kill him."

Zhao Changhe thought to himself, it’s a good thing you’re talking about bouncy face, I thought...

Baoqin got up unwillingly, and looked at him vigilantly: "Take it easy!"

Zhao Changhe said helplessly: "I want to report a lot of things to you."

"Since you are fully responsible and help me recuperate, I won't listen to this."

"What should I do if something goes wrong? I'm guilty, and I don't know if it will work."

"No matter how bad it is, can it be worse than being occupied by Maitreya before?" Tang Wanzhuang smiled slightly: "Sit down, I want to hear if you have practiced the piano these days."

"I'm here to study medicine, can I put aside playing the piano?"

Tang Wanzhuang ignored him, her eyes continued to fall on the book.

I forgot some things, and I have to hurry up and review a few more pages of medical books, so as not to miss anything, will I tell you?

Zhao Changhe thought that this sister was calm, confident, and not in a hurry, but he felt awe in his heart. He sat by the piano and pressed the strings and asked, "Which song do you want to listen to?"

"It's the one you are most familiar with." Tang Wanzhuang said: "You never know a few songs, what are you pretending here..."

Zhao Changhe was very helpless, he really didn’t know a few songs, the one he was most familiar with was probably “High Mountain and Flowing Water”, when Tang Wanzhuang taught him how to play the piano, he mainly taught this kind of music, highlighting that the two of them are confidantes and help each other, there is no other meaning smell. Asking him to play again now seems like repeating a warning...

But the warning at this time is meaningless to the bear.

Zhao Changhe stretched out his fingers and plucked the strings lightly, and the tune of "High Mountain and Flowing Water" played from his fingertips slightly unfamiliar.

Baoqin pouted, Zhencai.

Peeking at the young lady, she seemed to be still smiling.

It's over.

Just as he was sulking, he heard his melody become proficient from being unfamiliar. He hugged the piano and let out a "huh" and pricked up his ears.

Proficiency is actually limited, mainly because a martial artist like him can do whatever he wants no matter whether it is fingering changes or strength control. It is really easy to learn to do these things, just like learning medicine. But this artistic conception is quite impressive, as if you can really feel the majestic mountains, clear springs flowing, blue sky, clear sky, and a leisurely and open-minded outside world from the sound of his piano, which is fascinating.

This kind of level of expressing meaning through sound, Baoqin has never learned the piano since elementary school, how did he know it?

Tang Wanzhuang's gaze involuntarily moved away from the pages of the book and landed on his side face.

It gradually overlaps and fits together with the figure sitting cross-legged by the stream and playing the piano in the environment.

That's him... 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 no practice and his skills are unfamiliar, his artistic conception is broad and lofty, which is his innate aura. Combined with the way of natural landscape that he did not know where to observe and comprehend, it has gradually become his own.

Even the spirit of martial arts is here.

The mountain is as high as a thousand feet, and it is unyielding. The flow of water is unstoppable.

What everyone can see from nature is different, which is his intention, so that the sound of high mountains and flowing water becomes galloping, flowing water turns into waterfalls, geese soar into the sky, and people stand on top.

In the valley below, there are hidden orchids, which are blooming.

That is the meaning of the ending of the sound of the piano, who is the orchid in the valley looking at from afar?

The sound of the zither gradually stopped, the eyes of holding the qin changed, and Tang Wanzhuang's eyes also became burning. Neither of them expected that after a long time no see, his demeanor has become so, how is he still like the bear in memory?

Up to now, the mountains and rivers have become bosom friends.

Zhao Changhe turned his head to look at Tang Wanzhuang, and smiled softly: "At first, I wanted to play more slowly, but unconsciously, I became excited again... It doesn't seem to suit your state, let Baoqin do it."

Tang Wanzhuang blurted out: "If you don't listen to her, I'm tired of listening to it. I want to listen to you."

Baoqin opened his mouth and closed it again.

Zhao Changhe stood up, walked to her side and sat down: "Don't make trouble, it's important to study medicine."

"Okay." Tang Wanzhuang shoved the Chinese medicine book into his hand with some arrogance: "This is the first volume of "Shen Nong's Materia Medica". Once again, I will test you later."

Zhao Changhe flipped through the thick medicine scriptures with a green face, and the memory of the dead college entrance examination was attacking his heart repeatedly. How long has it been since he didn't study, can he finish memorizing it? It seems that this is only the first part, there are many more, right?

When people are in trouble, they want to hide away. Zhao Changhe's heart suddenly moved, and he had a sudden idea - what would happen if the pattern on this medicine scripture was connected with the second page of the heavenly book?

If the second page is nature's way, are herbs relevant? Can there be a clearer analysis of medicinal materials, just like the analysis of martial arts with slow frame rate?

By extension, if Xuanwu's "Mountain and River Map" is also thrown in, what will happen?