The Book of Troubled Times

Tang Wanzhuang and Huangfu Qing are the same age, twenty-nine this year.

Haven't tasted kissing in twenty-nine years.

With a more restrained personality, this kiss made her more ignorant than Huangfuqing back then, and Huangfuqing could still think about some messy things. At this moment, Tang Wanzhuang was completely blank, except for the repeated echoes of the words "" Didn't you say that we don't talk about men and women?" "Didn't you say that I am Aunt Puxin, what are you doing?" There is no other thinking.

In fact, if she can analyze this thinking alone, she will think why she is not resisting or disgusting, but thinking that he scolded my aunt and kissed me...

I never thought about the fact that the two of you have never talked about love, so why do you kiss me?

In a daze, another idea popped up instead.

Anyway, only three months left.

In a trance, it seems that my soul is floating, and I have arrived at a place with beautiful mountains and rivers. The air is fresh, the fragrance of flowers is pleasant, and the grass is everywhere, full of spring. There is a clear stream flowing from the top of the mountain, and the sound of the water flow is faintly heard. The geese return in the sky, and the sound is heard for nine days. Looking up, the blue sky is thousands of miles away.

There was a heroic young man dressed in crisp warrior clothes, neat and tidy, with handsome features, looking at her with a smile on his face from the west.

Looking back, there seemed to be a scar on the young man's face?

But it does not destroy the beauty, but adds a wild beauty to the gentleness and beauty of the landscape.

I don't know if it is the picture scroll of which divine pen.

Seeing her looking over, the young man smiled and sat cross-legged.

A guqin appeared in front of him at some point, the young man stretched out his hand and flicked it lightly, and the sound of the qin was resounding.

Holding a handful of books, Baoqin timidly stood beside her, poking her head.

She sat down happily, took the scroll casually, and leaned against the stone to read.

The breeze is blowing on the face, and the music is in the ears, so comfortable.

Is this the life in my dream, after finishing the affairs of the king and retiring from the world?

There are mountains and rivers, books and music, and the heroic and good-looking man looks at him with a smile... Uh... No, what kind of piano are you playing here, why don't you rule your country?

Tang Wanzhuang suddenly woke up, there was no such thing as mountains, rivers and sky, no joy of reading, the young man was there, kissing himself right in front of his eyes.

Tang Wanzhuang regained her clarity, and was about to reach out to push the bastard away, but suddenly noticed a change in her body.

His true energy flowed from his lips and tongue, and it was circulating endlessly with heaven and earth, yin and yang going back and forth, like a bridge.

In this meeting of yin and yang, the meaning of rejuvenation is more than ten times stronger than the meaning of rejuvenation that was transmitted in the hand just now. The warm spring and flowers blooming in the dream probably came from here...

But at the same time, Du Lai did not stop there.

Just as Xia Chichi can use this crossing to transfer the meaning of the green dragon to Zhao Changhe, Zhao Changhe can also use this crossing to allow him to fully present the understanding of mountains and rivers, the beauty of nature, and the sound of heaven and earth that he obtained from the second page of the heavenly book in Tang Dynasty. The sea of ​​knowledge for evening makeup.

With his eyes closed, he was working on these with all his heart, without any thoughts at all, his lips and tongue didn't wriggle and suck at all, and his hands didn't move at all, he just focused on transferring his breath and mind back and forth.

That was an extremely exhausting thing, and I couldn't distract myself at all.

"Then cooperate with me." Yes, that's what he said.

It seems to have some effect... The method of double cultivation combined with his strange conveyance of natural landscapes is a good supplement to what she was missing when she forced her breakthrough. In addition, he also has Qinglong who seems to be from the Four Elephant Sect The method of rejuvenation, the combination of the three, seems... to be the only solution to her situation?

Tang Wanzhuang was astonished, what's going on?

The power of the whole country is helpless, and the number one in the world is helpless, but he somehow has a way?

Is this God sent down to save me?

Although he is still weak, his strength is not enough... But it is still possible to improve the situation a little bit, repair the meridians a little, and let the overflow of energy wash away a little bit...

Not to mention whether it can be treated, but there should be a chance to prolong life...

Tang Wanzhuang opened her eyes in a daze, her hand was already on his shoulder, but she didn't push it out with any force.

There was a warm and moist touch on his hand, it was... the blood on his shoulder.

His shoulder, which was pierced by Yu Xixiu's spear, has not been treated so far...but all he wants to do is help her heal.

It seemed that because of the injury on his shoulder, Zhao Changhe felt a little pain, frowned slightly, and finally opened his eyes.

The treatment stopped suddenly, and the four eyes met.

The two lips are still butting, and neither of them know what is in the eyes.

Zhao Changhe couldn't see the emotion in her eyes, but he could see that she was awake, so he didn't dare to touch her lips, slowly moved away a little, and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry...the only way I can try ...I don't have the heart to slowly entangle with you about 'can I'."

Tang Wanzhuang didn't answer, just looked at him.

"Okay, it seems to be useful?" Zhao Changhe was a little flustered by her. He didn't know where the domineering just now went, so he backed away in embarrassment, and muttered: "You, if you are upset, just beat me up, lightly." point……"

I wondered in my heart whether it was frivolity or blood loss, because I really didn’t experience anything, and my mind was all running the exercises with all my strength, so I felt that softness before I finally left, and she was so straight that I couldn’t see it. Dare to continue.

What does ginseng taste like? Blood loss.

Tang Wanzhuang watched him retreat in embarrassment with a blank face, but for some reason she just wanted to laugh.

On the face, he said coldly: "What demon method did you learn, what illusion did you instill in me?"

"Ah? That's not an illusion, that's the meaning of nature." Zhao Changhe said: "If you said that there was something missing when you broke through the secret treasure back then, then I guess your meaning of martial arts fits with landscape calligraphy and painting, but you are a warrior. Copywriting is laborious. You can understand the meaning, so you can break through; but you can’t, so you force it. The root of the problem is here.”

Tang Wanzhuang was really astonished, how could he see such roots based on his practice?

This is the matter of the top third secret storehouse, he didn't even touch it.

Of course, Zhao Changhe only thought of it after the blind man reminded him. If Tang Wanzhuang hurts his soul, why? And why do you say that the second page of the heavenly book is useful to her? Our martial arts level is not yet high, but the logical analysis is still there. If you think about it together, it’s almost the same thing...

Theoretically, if Tang Wanzhuang really wanted to make a breakthrough, she would step down from her post and live in seclusion. It's a pity that she couldn't do it, so she could only force it, which eventually led to something wrong. If she wants to get a thorough treatment, besides needing suitable means, she still has to resign and recuperate...

Seeing Tang Wanzhuang's silent appearance, as if he didn't want to pursue his frivolity, Zhao Changhe became more courageous, and said in a low voice: "I said, don't worry too much... I'm here."

At this moment, if you say this again, it will be a naked confession, tearing away the veil of "Auntie Puxin" who was once known as "no matter between men and women".

Tang Wanzhuang didn't seem to understand, and asked something wrong: "You said it was the meaning of nature, why are there people? Isn't it a fantasy?"

"People?" Zhao Changhe was stunned by the question, and scratched his head: "What I mean to you is that only mountains and rivers are natural, and what does it have to do with people... Oh, if there is one, it is my rejuvenation formula." It is awakening your vitality and anticipation, maybe combined with the meaning of mountains and rivers, you will be born with a life you yearn for, and if there are people, it is the person you made up in your own brain, the day you want to see."

The person I imagined, the life I want to see.

Holding the piano by his side, he is very cute. He is playing the piano, with a smile in his eyes and gentle eyebrows.

Tang Wanzhuang pursed her lips tightly, her calm and calm attitude suddenly changed, and she pushed Zhao Changhe viciously: "Don't think that you can treat me lightly with the excuse of curing the disease, let alone you can't cure it!"

Once she recovered her strength, how could Zhao Changhe hold it? Being pushed, he staggered and fell back. In the narrow secret room, the bend of his legs quickly reached the edge of the bed.

Tang Wanzhuang pushed him over on the bed, swiped his slender hand, and the shirt fell off.

Zhao Changhe clutched his chest in horror: "What are you doing?"

Is this what revenge looks like? Then please step up!

But Tang Wanzhuang took out a bottle of ointment expressionlessly, picked a little and wiped it on his shoulders, and said bitterly: "Shut up and keep scolding me for not caring about myself, how can you get better? In practice, I always think that I am like an iron man, if your injury is not healed properly, it will hurt in rainy days in the future, and I will regret you to death!"

While cursing, Zhao Changhe used a little more force as if to punish him, causing Zhao Changhe to break out in a cold sweat.

Zhao Changhe grinned and felt the pain in his shoulder, seeing her swollen appearance, but suddenly smiled: "That's great."

Tang Wanzhuang said angrily, "Don't think it's heavy enough?"

"You are too plain, but I am terrified, because I don't know if you committed suicide, and I think you only have a few months to live anyway... When you get angry, you can be sure, you still have joy and anger, and you still want to live."

Tang Wanzhuang's "punishment" strength was three points lighter, and she sighed secretly.

"And..." Zhao Changhe looked into her eyes, and continued in a low voice: "You are the one who will be angry, and you will be alive... Just like the moment when you were shattered by your innocence... like in the painting. Lifeless people walked out of the world."

Tang Wanzhuang was expressionless: "What's the matter with you? Are you going to break your promise?"

Zhao Changhe said: "A manly man..."

Tang Wanzhuang thought that he was going to spit and nail, but he heard his words change sharply: "How can you be entangled by mere words?"

Tang Wanzhuang: "?"

Zhao Changhe was confident: "If you talk about words, I would have another sentence at the beginning."

Tang Wanzhuang subconsciously asked, "What?"

"I'm not only a gangster, but next time I might covet Tang Wanzhuang! Let her clean it up and wait!"

"Aw~!" The screams resounded through the secret room, and the special sound insulation of the secret room could hardly stop it, faintly transmitted to Yafang.

Da Zhou looked at his duck, and wondered in his heart if Tang Shouzuo came here, there was a possibility that he was looking for this thing.