The Book of Troubled Times

  Chapter 43 Children of Jianghu

  Yue Hongling wanted to say that when I recover from my injury, do you know how many days I have to rest?

He wasn't just injured by the counterattack... The overdraft of the forceful action was outrageous. Yue Hongling could tell that his whole body was completely deficient in energy and blood, and his muscles were limp. I can't see it anymore, even a goose can kill him now.

  But he was still laughing, very happy, and really looking forward to playing again in the future.

   Really heroic.

   This kind of person shouldn't talk about men and women, he should be born to cut mountains and rivers in this arena.

  Yue Hongling curled her lips, instead of mocking him, she just said: "I have a certain guess about the nature of your true energy."

   "Huh?" Zhao Changhe looked up at her.

"Just now you didn't use your true energy to drive the gods and Buddhas to disperse, but you used the power of blood and true energy at the same time, and they were able to mix together, like a kind of exercise. It shows that its compatibility is unparalleled, and it can be used at any time. Transform into any kind of power you need, regardless of internal and external. For you, it is equivalent to having an extra blood reserve of blood evil."

  Zhao Changhe said happily: "This is good!"

Yue Hongling said: "Currently you are mainly practicing blood evil kung fu, so I suspect that it should be reversed when you practice deeply. No matter what other cultivation you have, you can be absorbed and accommodated by this true energy. The meaning of this inclusiveness is extremely grand. Whoever created it is truly amazing."

Zhao Changhe nodded slightly, that's right...it fits well with Xia Longyuan's idea of ​​the exercises left by his illegitimate children. No matter what the child learns from his mother or outsiders, he can be compatible with this exercise, and it will be transformed into His skills are the main ones. And the intention of all the rivers to return to the sea should have been the emperor's intention, or in other words, could it be better to say that it is the land of the king.

   It was the first time that Zhao Changhe paid a little respect to this old emperor whom he had never met before. He was really awesome. Suddenly I was thinking in my heart, such an awesome person, will he become fatuous and chaotic in his later years? It stands to reason that he is not that old. For a god-man of this level of cultivation, is he considered old if he is a few dozen years older?

   Could there be something wrong here...is it actually dead? Or did something go wrong during the practice?

  He was still thinking, and Yue Hongling had lazily entered the room: "No matter how many thoughts you have, you must rest well tonight. I am not taking shelter here to heal your wounds, it seems that I am going to protect you."

  Zhao Changhe moved into the room step by step with painstaking efforts. The first thing he saw when he entered the room was Yue Hongling applying medicine to the wound on his lower abdomen.

   It's strange to say that before this matter, I still felt that I had to avoid it. When Zhao Changhe hid, Yue Hongling was still blushing. But looking at it at this moment, I feel that there is nothing to avoid this kind of thing. There is just a wound on the stomach, and it looks very hideous, so what kind of ambiguity can be seen from this? Nothing at all.

   Maybe it's just because, at that time, they could even be regarded as strangers who met once, but now they are friends?

I don't know, anyway, Zhao Changhe glanced at it, didn't feel anything, he just sat on the side of the bed and closed his eyes to recover, Yue Hongling also took care of the wound medicine and tied the bandage, and sat cross-legged on a chair to close his eyes, it was very natural .

   After a while, the two fell into meditation, and the night finally fell silent.

   This seemed to be the scene Yue Hongling wanted when he came to join him, but he came a bit late... It would be great if those embarrassing things didn't happen. Before entering meditation, such a thought flashed through the minds of the two of them almost at the same time.

  ...

  Early the next morning, Yue Hongling finished recuperation and opened his eyes.

  Zhao Changhe was still in meditation, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and he seemed to be in pain.

   It’s not the pain of overdraft recovery, but the inherent problem of Xuesha Gong. When he is weak, it will be more difficult than usual, but it seems that his inner strength is helping to heal it, and the situation is not bad.

  Yue Hongling looked at it and thought, this man has endured more hardships than ordinary people in practicing kung fu, and the torment of blood evil kung fu can happen at any time, and the harder he practices, the higher the frequency of this torment. Many practitioners of the Blood God Sect were doing badly, but Zhao Changhe worked harder, as if he was wrestling with the pain, "Come here!"

  Outsiders can't see it, they can only see his arrogance, like a river.

  He repeatedly asked about various exercises from various angles, as well as about his age, all because he wanted to see if the current exercises could replace the blood-shattering exercise. The final answer was that it was not yet possible. He should be very disappointed in his heart, but he couldn't see it on the surface, and he was still free and easy.

  Yue Hongling knew that he really admired such a person. He said that he saw the imaginary rivers and lakes in himself, but why not from her perspective?

   Gangster? In fact, she is also very thick. Ren Xia and Bandit Qi are very close in many cases, and they can be called the sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes. They are very different from Cui Yuanyong and others. In Cui Yuanyong's eyes, she, Yue Hongling, was nothing more than a vulgar woman with a strong sense of banditry.

  They are a kind of people, so they are close. Cui Yuanyong's son, Ruyu, is indeed a good person. He suspected that she fell into the hands of the bandits and rescued her with injuries, but it was difficult for everyone to pee in a pot.

  There were footsteps outside, and someone was approaching.

  Yue Hongling pressed the hilt of her sword with her hand, and her eyes instantly became sharp.

   "Knock knock", there was a knock on the door: "Boss."

  Yue Hongling let out a sigh of relief, then turned to look at Zhao Changhe, who still frowned in pain. She shook her head and went to open the door.

  There was a cook outside the door, who brought some steamed buns, two bowls of porridge, and a few dishes of side dishes. Seeing that it was "Sister-in-law" who opened the door, the cook's eyes also flashed with amazement, and he didn't dare to look any further, bowed his head and smiled apologetically, "Hi, sister-in-law, this is the breakfast ordered by the boss, and I added a portion for sister-in-law."

  Yue Hongling stroked her forehead, except for this kind of thing.

   Just don't worry about your sister-in-law, it will be much more comfortable without these crap.

  But up to now, she can only play this role, Yue Hongling reluctantly reached out to take the dinner plate: "Thank you."

  The cook rubbed his hands: "Sister-in-law is really a fairy, the boss is really blessed."

   Does he have a fart blessing, the blessing of healing and meditation? Yue Hongling turned around and entered the room angrily, and put the plate heavily on the table.

Zhao Changhe opened his eyes at this time, and the painful look of just now slowly eased, and soon he smiled with the familiar hearty smile: "Morning. Uh, breakfast is here? I don't know what you are used to eating in the morning. Just do it."

   "The sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes, how can they be so particular." Yue Hongling sat at the table, with one foot still on the stool next to him, gulping down the porridge.

   This appearance is very different from the one leaning against the window sill when she first saw her yesterday. On the contrary, Zhao Changhe is more used to it.

  He rubbed his face, washed up briefly, and sat down opposite Yue Hongling with a smile: "You look full of energy, have you recovered from your injury?"

"It's not a multiple injury at all. The external injury is just one, and the internal injury is just a little bit of sword energy. It will disappear after a night of recuperation, and it will be healed in two or three days." Yue Hongling frowned: "You The terminology is so strange, what is full of energy..."

"Zhao Cuo dialect, just understand the meaning." Zhao Changhe paused, a little lost in thought: "It is very likely that in a few days, you may not hear these words coming out of my mouth. After all, it is necessary to... Rivers and lakes."

  Yue Hongling thought he was referring to the fact that all the people in Zhaocuo had died, and no one would accompany him to speak the dialect, so she couldn't help but sighed: "I wish I had arrived one step earlier..."

   "The past is in the past, it's meaningless to say it. Do you want me to talk about your life-saving grace?"

  Yue Hongling said unhappily: "I can't even see how grateful you are."

"Then do you think that I wanted to kill Cui Yuanyong yesterday when I saw you were injured? I have no grievances with him, and I have never even met him. Is it really because I have a crush on Yue Hongling? Others guessed a few words 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 possesses magical skills and secret techniques. Over time, those who have mastered the techniques well have formed various high-level schools and various powerful family inheritances. This is normal. What can I introduce?"

   "Then why Qinghe Cui?"

   "Also?" Yue Hongling was puzzled, "Why can't it be Qinghe Cui?"

   "...Uh, could they have been inherited from the previous era? Or have they been inherited from the previous era? To be honest, I deliberately read some history books, and basically didn't mention these."

"I don't know about this. These 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, presumably he will be happy to brag A few words, a few points are really not certain."

   "Will he talk to me?"

Yue Hongling thought for a while: "It's hard to say, these family members are all gentle and polite on the surface, but I always feel that they are alienated and scrutinized in their bones, making them uncomfortable. I am the second in Qianlong, and they are people. Will they meet again, in your case... I don’t know what Qianlong’s End looks like in their eyes, it should be okay? At least it’s on the same list as him.”

  Zhao Changhe nodded: "If you have a chance, recommend one or two for me."

  Yue Hongling wondered: "Why are you interested in these things, and even come to the door to post cold asses, it shouldn't be..."

  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, and he is even less lazy to contact any family... It's a pity that exploring the world's puzzles is not based on his temperament. These are very important for him to uncover the fog. If he doesn't like it Also have to get in touch.

Yue Hongling was on pins and needles from his weird eyes, and finally couldn't help but pat the table: "What are you looking at? I don't know you very well, so what's so strange? How is your recovery? 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 a molestation, and ruin the good communication atmosphere.

  Actually, he really wanted to practice sparring, but unfortunately his recovery was not good, and he was afraid that Yue Hongling's wound would crack again. After thinking about it, he asked, "You said you could teach me three aspects, what about the third one?"

"How to identify the position by listening to the sound, how to perceive foreign enemies, and..." Yue Hongling suddenly swung the chopsticks on the table, and the chopsticks flew out with a "swoosh" and stuck on the door panel: "Killing the enemy from a distance, chasing the soul and life. Do you want to learn? "

   Push a copy of "Eight Fang's Most Curious Demon Slayer"

   brain hole text

   Zhenwu Division Demon Slayer Wang Juan never wanted to be promoted, he just wanted to have a good time with everyone.

   Yet everyone he encountered seemed to be carrying him up.

   Boss...

   colleagues...

   Residents in the jurisdiction...

   Even the monsters came to offer their lives, offering merits for free to help him get promoted.

   Until the day he was promoted, he saw everyone hugging each other and crying, gongs and drums blaring, firecrackers going off...

  (end of this chapter)