MTL - The Book of Troubled Times-Chapter 177 Take care of yourself so you can take care of the world

  Chapter 177 Only by taking care of yourself can you take care of the world

   Not only is Sisi gone, but even the Tomb of the Sword Emperor is about to be resealed in the world.

   This is the program that Zhao Changhe put forward very early on. The Tomb of the Sword Emperor cannot be exposed all the time. When someone accidentally breaks in and the Sword Emperor rises up, that would be a complete tragedy. What's more, Maitreya may cause trouble, and Gusu is the front line. If Maitreya takes over one day, I don't know how many troubles he will cause.

  Tang Wanzhuang thinks so.

  Recently, Sisi is here to assist Zhenmensi in doing this, to explore the space nodes in various places, and to see how to hide it into the alien space again.

Zhenmagic has done similar things before, and has experience. Sisi understands the mausoleum restriction even more, which saves Zhenmagic a lot of careful surveying process. Today is the time to prepare for the implementation, so Sisi directly succeeded. He retreated without even saying hello to Tang Wanzhuang, because he had already said hello.

  It seems that staying here is just to wait for Zhao Changhe's latest sword manual.

  Or just wait to see him, and say that I will take you as a slave?

  No one knows.

   A few days ago, Zhao Changhe didn't have any special feeling in his heart when he turned his back on him. He felt that her troubles were expected, and his breaking up the relationship was a natural reaction. How could he feel?

   It is a little regretful that no one can tease and eat tofu, but Tang Wan's feeling of putting on red sleeves and adding fragrance is not inferior at all, and it overshadows this regret. But when Sisi really left, Zhao Changhe's eyes that could talk appeared in his heart from time to time, and when he finally left, he wanted to say something like anger or resentment.

  So I knew that I still regretted it after all.

  The same treasure hunt, the same conflict, I hoped to see another Xia Chichi, but she is not Chichi after all.

   "Boom!"

  The tremor ahead awakened Zhao Changhe who was distracted.

  Looking around, at the mouth of the original sword pool, Zhenmeng formed a formation of hundreds of people, relying on the formation diagrams gradually engraved these days and various objects with unidentifiable uses, they built a huge formation.

  Tang Wanzhuang is at the core of the formation, holding a divine sword, hanging low in the air, and her clothes are fluttering.

  —She can really hang in the air, but I don’t know if she can really fly with full power?

   Not only will it hang in the air, but what it is doing at this time is also very mysterious.

Soft light like water spreads around her body, spreads around, and connects with the preset eye formations. Huge energy suddenly explodes and trembles in the center. Amid the rumbling sound, the water light fills the sky, and the refracted light forms a spatial dislocation. The passage seemed to be distorted suddenly, and it was no longer possible to see where the passage was.

  The position of the pothole reappeared with water, and I don’t know if it is real water or a mirage.

  Tang Wanzhuang put lotus feet in the middle of the water, like a fairy Lingbo, or like a lotus born in the water, transformed into a beautiful woman, and walked out of the world.

  Zhao Changhe believes that he may not forget this scene for many years. It is the most fantastic and beautiful scene he has seen so far.

   But looking at the surrounding townsmen, no one showed any admiration. Instead, they all knelt on one knee and solemnly said: "First, take care of your body."

  Tang Wanzhuang just set foot on the ground, suddenly staggered, and then coughed violently, clutching her heart, coughing and coughing, coughing up blood visible to the naked eye, drips of bright red on her snow-white chin.

  Zhao Changhe swept over almost instinctively, and supported her: "How are you? Is it too much consumption?"

  Tang Wanzhuang panted and gently wiped the blood on her lips, looked down at the position of Zhao Changhe's arm holding her, and said nothing, just softly: "Help me back."

  The subordinates looked at each other, a little surprised, but didn't say anything. They got up quietly and watched Zhao Changhe help Tang Wanzhuang slowly go down the mountain.

  Baoqin was standing not far away, with his hand still in the motion of trying to step forward to help her, and he stared blankly at the man helping the lady away, not knowing whether to follow or not.

  ...

"Where is Baoqin?" Zhao Changhe realized that it is not good to enter the boudoir like this when he helped Tang Wanzhuang to her waterside pavilion. None of the maids were seen.

   "I don't live at home often. There is no special envoy in the courtyard. They are all assigned temporarily and don't live here." Tang Wanzhuang said softly: "You just help me in, it's nothing, why bother to show off."

   After thinking about it, Zhao Changhe really didn't need to be extravagant, so he helped her into the boudoir.

  —This is the first time in Zhao Changhe's life that he has entered a women's boudoir. Half an hour earlier, he would never have imagined that the first woman's boudoir he entered in his life would be Tang Wanzhuang's...

  Smelling the fragrance that came with the house, Zhao Changhe was inexplicably nervous, his face blushed unconsciously, and he didn't dare to look around the furnishings, so he quickly helped her to sit on the bed. Turning his head to see a teapot on the table next to him, Zhao Changhe quickly poured a glass of water and handed it over: "Drink?"

  Tang Wanzhuang shook her head slightly: "I'll cough after drinking it... just rest."

   "This situation is too exaggerated. What kind of medicine is useful? Is there any in the house? I'll look for it."

   "It's useless..." Tang Wanzhuang said in a low voice: "It's just that the exercise was too intense, so that it touched the lung meridian. It's not overdrawn or injured, just rest."

   No wonder she was ranked higher than Mi Le before the breakthrough, and she was still playing similarly to Mi Le after the breakthrough. She didn't dare to play too much, otherwise she would cough up without waiting for others to fight.

From what I have seen and heard just now, the power she exerted with all her strength is really terrifying... Zhao Changhe's original idea of ​​"re-sealing the mausoleum" was just to hide it and design some blindfolds to make it impossible for people to find it, but this situation is true. Folding distorts the space and really isolates the dimension again.

   Even with the help of formations and multiple people, her core strength is too strong.

   It's a pity that you can't act rashly, otherwise Zhao Changhe thinks that at her level, she can directly cut off Maitreya's head... It's no wonder that every family is intimidated by the first place in the list. If Xia Longyuan goes crazy, who can stand it?

   But then again, the country is corrupt, and relying on personal force to kill other leaders will not cure the root cause.

   Zhao Changhe had these thoughts in his mind, and he didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only say: "Then you should rest more, I think besides the intense exercise, you have also worked too much, which must have an impact."

  Tang Wanzhuang was silent.

  Of course it has an impact, and the impact is still very large.

  Zhao Changhe said: "You still tell me to calm down and let me learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. I think it's better for you to take it easy and don't worry about Jiangnan Maitreya's teaching. Listen to the piano and read books by yourself, and have a good rest."

Although Tang Wanzhuang knew that this guy used to flirt and flirt, he was not a child, but after hearing this, he still had the feeling that a child was trying to teach an adult a lesson... He couldn't help being a little funny, and asked deliberately: "Listen to the piano? Who did you listen to? Hold the piano or you?"

  Zhao Changhe said calmly: "If you want to hear me play the piano indiscriminately, then I will play it for you, Bo Jun has a good time, that's it."

  Tang Wanzhuang was startled, and looked at his expression a little strangely.

Zhao Changhe has no expression: "I always say that others are like children, but I think you are a child. Take care of yourself first, then you can train others, and then you can take care of the world. Looking at the people in Zhenmasi, I am thinking, if Daxia does not have you , they still have a few left who are willing to work hard for Daxia."

  Tang Wanzhuang suddenly asked, "Are you too?"

   "I didn't want to work for Daxia, but as long as you are here, at least I won't do anything wrong. So live well, Lord Chief."

  Tang Wanzhuang's beautiful eyes rested on his face for a while, then coughed lightly, and said in a low voice, "Then...you play the piano for me."

  Zhao Changhe froze for a moment, Baoqin poked his head out from the door.

  Tang Wanzhuang didn't even turn her head, she seemed to know she was coming, and asked, "Are the strings ready?"

   "...Good morning." Baoqin glanced at Zhao Changhe carefully: "Let him play, will it break again...I'll play it for you, miss, Baoqin is playing very well now!"

  Tang Wanzhuang smiled slightly: "Even if the string is broken, you can still know the sound. Why is it good or bad? Go and get the piano."

  (end of this chapter)