Tome of Troubled Times Chapter 43: Children of Jianghu

Yue Hongling really wanted to tell me that I would wait until I recover from my injury. Do you know how many days you have to rest?

He was not just injured by the counterattack... the overdraft of the forceful stunt was outrageous. Yue Hongling could see that his whole body was completely deficient in energy and blood, and his muscles were limp. He just said that the high-quality energy was now exhausted. He couldn't even see a trace. Now even a goose could kill him.

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

What a heroic spirit.

This kind of person should not 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. They were able to mix them together like a skill. It shows that its compatibility is unparalleled. , can be transformed into any kind of power you need at any time, whether it is internal or external, it is equivalent to an extra Qi and blood reserve for you."

Zhao Changhe said happily: "This is good!"

Yue Hongling said: "Currently you are mainly practicing the Blood Evil 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 who created it, it’s really amazing.”

Zhao Changhe nodded slightly, that's right... it is very consistent with Xia Longyuan's idea of ​​leaving the exercises for the illegitimate children outside. No matter what the children learned from their mothers or from outsiders, they can be compatible with this exercise, and when the time comes In the later stage, it was transformed into his Kung Fu. 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. I suddenly thought in my heart, could such a great person really become mediocre and chaotic in his later years? Logically speaking, he is not that old. For such a spiritual man, does being a few decades older count as old?

Is there something wrong here... is he actually dead? Or did the 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 wounds. It seems that I want to protect you."

Zhao Changhe laboriously moved into the house step by step. When he first entered the house, he saw Yue Hongling applying medicine and bandaging to the wound on his lower abdomen.

Oddly enough, I thought I had to avoid this matter before, so Zhao Changhe hid and Yue Hongling still blushed. But at this moment, looking at it, I feel like there is nothing to avoid in this kind of thing? There is just a wound on the stomach, which looks very ferocious. 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 glanced at it and felt nothing. He sat down on the bed and closed his eyes to recover. Yue Hongling also took care of herself, applied medicine and bandages, and sat on a chair beside her with her legs crossed and her eyes closed. , extremely natural.

After a while, the two of them fell into meditation, and the night finally fell into silence.

This seems 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 samadhi, such thoughts flashed through their minds almost at the same time.

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

Zhao Changhe was still in trance, frowning slightly and looking a little painful.

It's not that overdraft recovery is painful, but it's an inherent problem of the Blood Evil Gong. When you are 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.

As Yue Hongling looked at it, she was thinking, this man has endured more hardship in practicing Kung Fu than ordinary people. 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 people in the Blood God Sect who practiced the Blood Evil Kung Fu failed, 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, which is as powerful as 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-Destroying Technique. The final answer was that not yet. He must be very disappointed in his heart, but it couldn't be seen on his face, he was 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.

Gangster? In fact, she is also very thick. Ren Xia and Bandit Qi are very close to each other in many cases. They can probably be called the sons and daughters of Jianghu. They are very different from Cui Yuanyong and others. In Cui Yuanyong's eyes, she, Yue Hongling, is just a vulgar woman with deep gangsterism.

They are the same kind of people, so they are close. Mr. Cui Yuanyong is like a jade, and he is indeed a good person. He suspected that she had fallen into the hands of bandits and even rescued 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 several plates of side dishes. Seeing that it was "sister-in-law" who opened the door, the cook's eyes flashed with amazement. He immediately did not dare to look further, lowered his head and smiled in apology: "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.

It would be better if you don't have to deal with the big 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. The pained look he had just seen slowly eased, and soon he returned to his familiar hearty smile: "Morning. Uh, breakfast is here? I don't know what you are used to eating in the morning. , let’s make do with it first.”

"How can children of Jianghu be so particular about it?" Yue Hongling sat at the table with one foot on the stool next to her, sipping porridge in big gulps.

This look is very different from the way she was leaning against the window sill when they first met yesterday. Zhao Changhe is more accustomed to it. This is how children of Jianghu should be, and they are not just some small family biyu.

He went to rub his face, washed briefly, and sat across from Yue Hongling with a smile: "Mr. Mi Cooking Ci is full of energy. Is the injury healed?"

"It's not a serious injury at all. The external injury is just that, and the internal injury is just a little bit of sword energy. After a good night of recuperation, most of it will be gone, and it will be fine in two or three days." Yue Hongling frowned. : "Your terminology is so strange, what is full of vitality..."

"Zhao Cuo dialect, just understand the meaning roughly." 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 necessary ...Integrate into the rivers and lakes."

Yue Hongling thought he was referring to the fact that all Zhao Cuoren were dead and there was no one to accompany him to speak the local accent, so 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 even 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 blind Just guess a few words and 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?"

"...Uh, could they have been inherited from the previous era? Or have they been inherited from the previous era? To be honest, I have looked through some history books, and there is basically no mention of these."

"I don't know this either. 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, you should ask Cui Yuanyong himself if you are interested. I think he I will be happy to brag a little, but I don’t know how true it is.”

"Will he pay attention to me?"

Yue Hongling thought for a while: "It's hard to say. These children from aristocratic families are gentle and polite on the surface, but I always feel that they are alienated and scrutinized in their bones, which is uncomfortable. I am the second Qianlong, and they are Individual characters can still interact with each other. In your words... I don’t know what Qianlong Zhimo is in their eyes. Is it okay to be in the same category as him? ”

Zhao Changhe nodded: "If you have the opportunity, please introduce someone to me."

Yue Hongling asked curiously: "Why are you interested in these things, and you even come to the door to give me a cold shoulder? This 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 too lazy to get in touch with any aristocratic family members... Unfortunately, exploring the world's mysteries does not come from temperament. These are very helpful for him to solve the mystery. It’s important, no matter how much you don’t like it, you still have to get in touch with it.

Yue Hongling was on pins and needles at his strange look, and finally couldn't help but slap the table: "What are you looking at? I'm not very familiar with you, so what's the surprise if we don't know each other well? How is your recovery? Come on, come on. , 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 it ruined the good communication atmosphere.

Actually, 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 position 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, pursue the soul and claim your life. You Want to learn? ”