MTL - The Book of Troubled Times-Chapter 106 Got a nickname...

  Chapter 106 has a nickname...

  Zhao Changhe pondered over that finger over and over again, thinking secretly.

If you think about it from this aspect, the replay of this gold leaf image has reached the level of the list, but the significance is actually very small, because you can only replay the moves and techniques, and it is impossible to show you how other people's exercises work and how they achieve glory. Refraction is magical.

  But it doesn’t mean it’s worthless, at least the technique, angle, and even the coordination of the whole body are all art and worth pondering.

  Her way of tenderness, the meaning of spring water...

  Zhao Changhe watched it over and over again, imitating the meaning of the sword unconsciously in his hand, always feeling as if he could learn something, but he couldn't grasp it for a while.

   After all, it was the opposite of his usual way.

   But as long as he can really learn a little bit of that meaning, his swordsmanship should be able to make a big leap forward.

After watching this for three or four hours, until he could almost remember the fingerprints on Tang Wanzhuang's jade finger, Zhao Changhe suddenly realized that - watching the battle between himself and Han Wubing before, There was only a faint image, but now it was getting clearer and clearer, so clear that even the soft light in Tang Wanzhuang's eyes could be clearly seen.

  This means... over time, this gold leaf is slowly recovering?

  Uh... I have never watched a movie for so long in this world. This is Tang Wanzhuang staring at every posture and angle of Tang Wanzhuang's body for several hours. Fortunately, no one saw it, otherwise this would be too stupid.

   Didn't expect that the person who is most familiar with the details of his body now is not Chi Chi, but Tang Wanzhuang. If she finds out about this, how can she have the face to face others...

  Zhao Changhe covered his face, tidied up and went out, unable to stay any longer.

  Slowly study on the road...

   "Let's go." He patted Taxue Wuzhao's head: "Jiangnan."

   When going out, it is customary to fill the gourd with wine.

  Looking at the little second bottle of wine, Zhao Changhe was a little lost in thought, and also a little self-deprecating.

In fact, during this meeting, Xia Chichi never paid attention to this gourd from the beginning to the end. In fact, she didn't keep this wine gourd she bought casually in her heart, and she never thought that Zhao Changhe had gone through so many **** storms. Broken, I thought it would have been replaced.

  Only I always add dams to myself, which is like a joke.

   But it doesn't matter, commemoration is my own business, not for her to see.

   As long as the gourd is not broken, it will always be there.

  ...

  If the location of Gujian Lake is compared with Zhao Changhe's familiar geography, it roughly belongs to a certain location between Huainan and Jiangbei. Unfortunately, this world does not seem to have the Huaihe River, which is an extremely important north-south water divider.

  However, various large and small river systems still spread throughout this area, and there are many waterways. There is also a Grand Canal from the capital directly to the south of the Yangtze River. Along the river and the coast, it is extremely prosperous, and the Cao Gang, the Salt Gang, and other large and small gangs and sects dominate this land.

  However, this is the impression on paper that Zhao Changhe felt when he browsed books and various humanities introductions.

   When he really rode his horse south, what Zhao Changhe felt was depression.

  Just came out of the bustling Qinghe County and Jianhu City. I thought it would be more beautiful and prosperous along the way, but the result became more and more astonishing. I found out that it can’t even compare with Wei County, let alone Qinghe County and Jianhu City. At any rate, when they crossed the river, they felt the meaning of the fisherman's singing at night. Even if it was fake, it was not completely fake. If Hanoi didn't have such a scene, they wouldn't choose to pretend that way, right?

   But what is this now?

  Having been traveling southward for several days, Zhao Changhe has never even seen a slightly more prosperous town. The villages and towns he passed were dilapidated.

  Is this the scene around Water Transport?

  Even if the remote town on the edge of Beimang is not like this...

   Looking at a group of sallow and emaciated bandits who wanted to stop him from robbing the horse, Zhao Changhe didn't even want to draw a knife.

  Isn’t I also a bandit, and I almost wanted to do robbery… Luo Qi has already done it.

  Everyone just to live.

  He shook his head, drew his knife and chopped down a small tree next to him, indicating that this was not a good-looking one. In the eyes of the bandits who quickly became terrified, they sighed and said, "I won't kill you... just ask a few words."

   Someone answered cautiously: "Master, we have no money and no women."

   "..." Zhao Changhe pinched his forehead: "This is Jianghuai? Are you kidding me...Why is this happening?"

   "The floods of the year before last and the plague of locusts last year have been better this year, but now that there is no harvest, isn't that the case?"

   "What about the government? No matter the relief?"

   "Man, we just came to collect the poll tax yesterday, and we just climbed the mountain."

   "..." Zhao Changhe looked up at the sky and remained silent for a while.

  In fact, it should have been predicted. Everyone is saying that "the troubled times are coming", but what I have seen in the past, except for the Luojiazhuang extermination case, it is difficult to prove where the judgment of the troubled times comes from. If you only talk about the **** winds in the rivers and lakes, it feels quite chaotic, but it is far away from the real chaotic world.

   Only when you really see the scene like this, can you understand what is a sign that the building is about to collapse, and realize that the troubled times that everyone talks about are definitely not groundless.

   This is the land of Jianghuai!

   Even here is like this, is it possible to rely on the Jianhu City tourism project to do the job...

  Xia Longyuan was a hero of the Ming Dynasty. Why did he become so virtuous when he founded the country for decades when it was supposed to be governed from chaos?

  In Zhao Changhe's heart, Tang Wanzhuang put on his hard work at the desk, secretly thinking that you are in charge of Jianghu affairs, no matter how much you do, it will only treat the symptoms but not the root cause, and hard work may be meaningless. You want me to be the prince to stabilize the world, but I don't think I have the ability.

  Perhaps it is still correct, since the Xia family is rotten, then don't protect it.

  He thought for a long time, and suddenly asked: "The Cao Gang and the like here should be quite important. If you are strong, why don't you try to join these gangs? Do they have any problems?"

  The bandits looked at each other for a while, and someone said: "We also want to go to the Cao Gang to find a job, but there are old people at home..."

   Just as he was saying this, someone ran down from the mountain, panting, "Big brother, big brother! Second uncle has asthma again..."

  The bandit's expression changed drastically: "Do you still have the talisman of Maitreya Buddha?"

   "It's gone!"

   "Hurry up, report back to the Buddha, we will become Buddhists!"

  No one talked to Zhao Changhe anymore, and Zhao Changhe didn't stop them from wanting to join the Maitreya Sect.

  Because such things must be spread all over the Jianghuai River, it is meaningless to stop them.

  And judging from this situation, the Maitreya religion is probably not in the early stage of spreading grace and demagoguery. It is probably about to show their cards, otherwise these villagers would not hesitate to join the religion.

  He rode his horse forward silently, and gradually came to a river.

  There are only dilapidated boats in the river, the old fishermen are working hard to catch the net, and there is no beautiful boat lady. That is a dream that only exists in the prosperous age.

"Where is the thief running away!" There was a shout, Zhao Changhe turned his head and looked, there was a big man on the other side of the river chasing a thin man with a knife. Passing by, like a flying swallow grazing lightly, passing by Zhao Changhe's side.

  Zhao Changhe was still applauding in his heart, and he didn't want to care about other people's affairs. God knows who is good and who is bad?

As a result, the thin man passed by Zhao Changhe, surprise flashed in his eyes, and his empty hand actually grabbed a handful from Zhao Changhe's arms. rich.

  Zhao Changhe sighed, and punched the thin man's face with his big fist.

That skinny man would not have thought that a random passer-by would be a person on the Qianlong list, let alone that this fist had a bit of the charm of the third place in the list. No matter how good his lightness kung fu was in midair, he couldn't move in time, so he was beaten directly. With a face full of flowers, he screamed and fell back into the river upside down.

  The big man over there was also wading through the water. He was overjoyed when he saw this, stepped forward and kicked the skinny man's leg.

  Zhao Changhe narrowed his eyes to watch his actions, but said nothing.

  This is also a ruthless person, and he may not be able to help much.

  The big man cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Thank you, brother, for your generous help! I am helping Wan Dongliu in Xiacao, may I ask your name?"

  Cao Gang…

Zhao Changhe didn't plan to deal with the Cao Gang for the time being, and was just about to deal with it, when he heard the thief screaming with his broken leg in his arms: "I, I remembered... black horse and white hoof, strange broad knife, scar on the face, you, you His mother is bloodthirsty Shura Zhao Changhe!"

  Zhao Changhe, who had been in a melancholy mood for a long time, lost all emotions in an instant, and almost fell off his horse during the play.

   Wait, wait a minute, what did you call me?

  I'll give you the money now, can you change this **** nickname?

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  (end of this chapter)