The Book of Troubled Times

Fortunately, sword spirits are just sword spirits after all, and they are different from real human thinking. In essence, they just follow the "human design" and respond as they should, without any thinking.

At first glance, they seem ridiculously strong, but they are different from humans after all... No matter how powerful weapons are, they also need powerful masters to exert their maximum value.

Tang Wanzhuang observed for a while, and suddenly drew out the sword.

A continuous sword net is woven around the space where the swords collide, as if creating a deep waters.

I was fighting with a knife and a sword, and suddenly found that my movement began to stagnate, as if I had fallen into the deep sea, surrounded by heavy water pressure, and it became more and more difficult to perform.

Without Tang Wanzhuang's instructions, Zhao Changhe's own keen sense of fighting immediately grabbed Longque's handle.

It felt as if he had grabbed some ponytail girl, Long Que was shaking with anger, but was pinned so tightly that he couldn't move, Gu Jian took the opportunity to slash several times.

Zhao Changhe was even able to make up the image of an unlucky guy being pulled away by the side frame, and the opponent took the opportunity to kick it, and it wanted to kick back but couldn't kick it... That's too visual.

Taking the opportunity, Tang Wanzhuang stretched out her hand, and also grabbed the ancient sword on the opposite side.

Relying on its length, Longque leaned over and slashed, and then stopped slashing contentedly, but was still trembling.

Gu Jian: "..."

Longque: "..."

Tang Wanzhuang frowned and looked at the trembling sword in his hand, and said in a low voice: "It refuses to obey me, it intends to break free, I need to suppress it with all my strength, it is impossible to use it against the enemy, otherwise it may hurt me when confronting the enemy. Strange, how can Xuanwu drive it?"

Zhao Changhe said: "Longque is the same. At the beginning, Old Cui asked me to try the sword, just to see if it would let me use it. In the case of Xuanwu, it should be related to this sword, and it can barely be used... Anyway, there is a big gap between recognizing the master."

"Did Cui Wenjing also advise you to let the dragon bird recognize the master as soon as possible?"

"As early as the beginning of Yanmen, I persuaded it. But I don't know where to go. I communicated with Longque and it ignored me. How can I admit it..." Zhao Changhe squeezed his head with some headaches: "This time when I hit Maitreya, I threw it out to beg grandpa to tell grandma. Fortunately, it is willing to take the initiative, otherwise it will still have a headache."

Tang Wanzhuang pondered for a moment, then said decisively: "You did this while you were recuperating recently."

Zhao Changhe said with a shy face, "Stop teaching?"

Tang Wanzhuang said angrily: "Let's forget it, you are not that material, a monkey."

Zhao Changhe didn't continue to get tired of it, and said directly: "As an important minister of the court, you know more about this aspect. If I want to master Longque, what advice do you have?"

Tang Wanzhuang had a feeling that the prince was consulting the important ministers, and his heart was quite complicated. After a while of silence, he said in a low voice: "The pair of swords are the soldiers of the emperor. At first, Longque recognized you because he noticed your Liuhe magic skill... The meaning of Liuhe magic skill to Longque is not inherited by a certain person.

Zhao Changhe came to a sudden: "So that's how it is... I said it doesn't even want to recognize Lao Xia, how could it recognize Lao Xia's inheritance... Dare to love has nothing to do with inheritance, it has to do with intention."

"Yes..." Tang Wanzhuang hesitated: "You told me earlier that His Majesty had a conversation with you... I don't know when you and Your Majesty met. Do you feel that Longque has more recognition for you after that?"

Zhao Changhe thought for a while, then shook his head slightly: "I don't know, it's true that Longque and I got closer and closer after that, but I didn't feel a very representative mutation point, just like people getting better and better after getting along for a long time."

"It must be related... You have been fighting against the Hulu in the north and the Demon Sect in Nanding, and you have been walking on the road to clarify the universe. Naturally, Longque will agree with you more and more. But there is a key meaning missing here... You don't want to be the emperor."

Tang Wanzhuang didn't know if what she said counted as guiding him to become emperor, but it should be the truth.

After all, a sword is just a weapon, and its recognition of its master does not necessarily require its master to be stronger than itself, just as a horse's recognition of its master does not require its master to run faster than itself.

In the past, it might be said that Longque looked down on a mere entrance warrior. But now Zhao Changhe has broken through the secret treasury, no matter what, he has already touched the bridge of heaven and earth, which is a qualitative change compared with ordinary people. Although it is not up to the strength of Longque, it should be enough to recognize the master standard.

He is generous in other aspects. On the one hand, he has a heart for the common people. In martial arts, he can also use all rivers to return to the sea. His unruly and domineering is also hidden in his bones. This time, organizing the hunt for Maitreya is a very typical position of the central organizer. All aspects are in line with Longque's aesthetics.

The only thing that can't be the master is that he doesn't have the heart to be an emperor.

So in fact, Longque is willing to listen to most of his instructions. This time, Maitreya is willing to take the initiative to turn around. On the surface, it seems that he is reluctantly helping you, but in fact he is obeying orders.

It's just a little bit closer to a complete admission...

Uh, what she said sounds a bit like her Tang Wanzhuang herself...

Zhao Changhe also thought of this, secretly wondering why all the people he met were so arrogant and arrogant?

According to this understanding, I really will never be able to let Longque recognize the master, because I really have no desire to be the emperor at all.

"Forget it, what kind of master do you recognize? If Longque is actually willing to help, he will be arrogant, and he will have nothing to do..." Zhao Changhe suddenly got stuck in the middle of his sentence, and his eyes widened in shock.

In front of her, Tang Wan prostrated herself with makeup, and said in a low voice, "See the prince."

Zhao Changhe hurried forward to help, but at this moment, he suddenly felt that the bird in his hand stopped shaking.

Tang Wanzhuang, who was kneeling on the ground, smiled slightly, and she also noticed that the ancient sword in her hand was no longer shaking.

After all, the spirit of the sword is not a human being... can be deceived.

Zhao Changhe was dumbfounded, and helped Tang Wanzhuang up first, and after muttering for a while, he actually said in line with the performance: "Ai Qing, please get up."

His scalp was numb with embarrassment, but the sword was really quieter.

Tang Wanzhuang stood up along the way, curled her lips, her face was slightly red.

This time it was acting, to deceive the sword, but also to convince myself. But... it seems that if I push him to the top, one day in the future, I must really do this.

Just thinking about it makes me pick my feet in embarrassment, so how can I kneel down!

Zhao Changhe was also looking at her strangely, and the two of them didn't speak for a long while.

After a while, Tang Wanzhuang curled her lips and said, "Aren't you very proud? Do you feel very enjoyable?"

"I just feel my scalp go numb..."

"Hush..." Tang Wanzhuang raised her index finger: "They know, don't talk nonsense."

"Whatever it is." Zhao Changhe smiled casually: "If you don't recognize the master, you don't recognize the master. As long as you can still recognize a partner and be able to use a normal sword... Even if you don't even want to use this, you can stay if you agree or go if you don't. Can I really change my mind for the sword?"

Tang Wanzhuang looked at him quietly without speaking.

Zhao Changhe said casually throwing a knife and a sword into the ring: "Calm down, both of you."

It was obvious that it had been "revealed", but the sword did not attack again, and miraculously it really calmed down in the ring.

Tang Wanzhuang tilted her head and said, "Why is this so?"

"Because I can't bear it." Zhao Changhe stretched out his hand to caress her slightly rosy cheeks: "In my heart, Tang Wan's makeup is as noble as jade, but I can't kneel down, and I won't be allowed to kneel in the future...Even Lao Xia won't be allowed to kneel."

There was a smile in Tang Wanzhuang's eyes. In fact, she was allowed not to kneel. She was given a seat when she entered the court. Although it was a physical factor, she had never kneeled. This time Jiangnan was pacified, and in the future, most of the status would still be qualified to "enter the court without trend, praise without fame".

But Zhao Changhe said so, she still deliberately said: "If you want me not to kneel to others, then you sit there yourself."

"I can't even kneel down." Zhao Changhe whispered in his ear, "Unless...in a special place, that's okay..."

Tang Wanzhuang grabbed him viciously: "Zhao Changhe!"

"Look, you don't even want to do this, you still kneel..." Zhao Changhe laughed softly, "Have you figured it out? Do you want this crown prince?"

Tang Wanzhuang choked up for a moment, and said firmly, "Of course."

"Then... Be honest, what about the unspoken rules." Zhao Changhe lowered his head and kissed, muttering to himself: "I must admit, that feeling is really floating..."

"Bah, do you think that a mere crown prince is qualified to move this seat? Don't float around!...Ummmmmm..."

In the ruins all over the floor, men and women kissed with complicated emotions, as if they were a little shaken about what they wanted.

Footsteps sounded in the distance.

The house was demolished, such a big commotion naturally attracted the guards from the mansion to check on the situation. Tang Buqi led the crowd in person, braked all the way and stopped the soldiers behind him: "It's all right, let's go back..."

My aunt insisted that it was not... Mom's, an aunt who was only three or four years older than me was fine, and now I have an uncle who is three years younger than me, how will I live in the future...

The men and women over there were also awakened.

Tang Wanzhuang gently pushed Zhao Changhe, panting and said in a low voice: "Go back and think about the matter of recognizing the master of the sword...Once you recognize the master, your combat power will soar, which will be of great help to your trip. It's not the time for you to be heroic."

After a pause, he said again: "Today I will take Baoqin with me."

Zhao Changhe was stunned: "Why are you leaving?"

"I'm going back to report on Maitreya's affairs. This is one of them. More importantly..." Tang Wanzhuang said helplessly, "I feel like I'm here this time, which is a side effect to you...You care more about me than recuperating and practicing martial arts. You have more things to do, and you shouldn't be obsessed with these...Otherwise, I will become a demon concubine, which is not my wish."

Zhao Changhe scratched his head.

When Tang Wan's makeup became a demon concubine who harmed the country... why is it a bit emotional.

"Actually, I've always felt that love between a man and a woman is not suitable for you at all. You were right when you said hugging a piano, like a bear embroidering flowers." Tang Wanzhuang smiled self-deprecatingly: "Perhaps when we are gone and you ride a horse and try the world alone, it is Zhao Changhe who makes our hearts more excited... This is really a kind of irony."

Looking at it from a distance, Tang Buqi suddenly felt that it was right.

No wonder it feels that he is not pleasing to the eye when he gets tired of being with his aunt, so it is so!