Chapter 106: Now Has a Nickname

Chapter 106 There is a nickname...

Zhao Changhe repeatedly pondered that finger, thinking secretly.

If you consider it from this aspect, the replay of the image of the gold foil to the level of the Earth Ranking is actually of little significance, because it can only replay the techniques and skills, and it is impossible to show you how other people's skills work and how to achieve the wonderful use of light refraction.

But it does not mean that it has no value. At least the technique, angle, and even the coordination of the whole body of this finger sword are all art, which is worth pondering.

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

Zhao Changhe watched it over and over again, and his hands unconsciously imitated the meaning of this sword. He always felt that he seemed to learn something, but he couldn't master it for a while.

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

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

This watch lasted for three or four hours, until he could even remember the fingerprints on Tang Wanzhuang's jade fingers clearly. Zhao Changhe suddenly realized that he had only vague images of the battle between himself and Han Wubing before, but now it was getting clearer and clearer, so clear that he could even see the soft light in Tang Wanzhuang's eyes clearly.

Is this... with the passage of time, the gold foil is slowly reviving?

Uh... I have never watched a movie for so long in the world. I stared at every angle of Tang Wanzhuang's body for several hours. Fortunately, no one saw it, otherwise it would be too fucking perverted.

I didn't expect that the person who was most familiar with the details of her body was not Chi Chi, but Tang Wanzhuang. If she knew this, how could she face people...

Zhao Changhe covered his face, packed up his belongings and went out. He couldn't stay any longer.

Study slowly on the way...

"Let's go." He touched the head of the snow-capped black horse: "Jiangnan."

When he went out, he filled the wine gourd as usual.

Watching the waiter filling the wine, Zhao Changhe was a little absent-minded and self-deprecating.

In fact, during this meeting, Xia Chichi never paid attention to the gourd from beginning to end. She herself did not remember the wine gourd she bought casually, nor did she think that Zhao Changhe had gone through so many bloody storms, but the gourd was still intact. She thought it had been replaced long ago.

Only she kept adding dams to herself, which was a joke.

But it didn't matter. Commemoration was her own business, not for her to see.

As long as the gourd was not broken, it would always be there.

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If the location of Gujian Lake was matched with the geography of the present world that Zhao Changhe was familiar with, it would roughly belong to a certain position between Huainan and Jiangbei. Unfortunately, this world did not seem to have the Huaihe River, which was an extremely important watershed between the north and the south.

But various large and small river systems still spread throughout this area, with waterways crisscrossing, and there was also a Grand Canal that went directly from the capital to the south of the Yangtze River. Along the river and the coast, it was extremely prosperous, and the Cao Gang, the Salt Gang, and other large and small gangs and sects dominated this land.

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

When he really rode south, what Zhao Changhe felt was a thousand miles of depression.

I just came out of the prosperous Qinghe County and Jianhu City. I thought the road would be more beautiful and prosperous. As a result, I was more and more shocked. I found that I couldn't even compare with Wei County, let alone Qinghe County and Jianhu City. At least I felt the meaning of the fishermen singing late when I crossed the river. Even if it was fake, it was not completely fake. If there was no such scene in Hanoi at ordinary times, they would not choose to pretend in that way, right?

But what is it now?

After traveling south for several days, Zhao Changhe didn't even see a slightly prosperous town. The villages and towns he passed were dilapidated. Everyone was pale and thin, with tattered clothes, and the huts were dilapidated as if they would fall down in the wind.

Is this the scene that should be seen around the canal?

Even the desolate town on the edge of Beimang would not be so bad...

Looking at the group of pale and thin bandits in front of him who wanted to stop him from robbing his horse, Zhao Changhe didn't even want to draw his knife.

Isn't he also a mountain bandit? He almost wanted to do robbery... Luo Qidu has already done it.

Everyone just wants to live.

He shook his head, drew his knife and chopped down a small tree beside him, indicating that this was not a good thing to do. In the eyes of the bandits who quickly became terrified, he sighed: "I won't kill you... just ask a few questions."

Someone answered carefully: "Uncle, we have no money and no women."

"..." Zhao Changhe pinched his forehead: "Is this Jianghuai? Are you kidding me... Why is it like this?"

"The flood the year before last, the locust plague last year, this year is better, but now it's a lean period, isn't it like this?"

"What about the government? Don't they care about relief?"

"Yes, they just came to collect the head tax yesterday, and we just went up the mountain."

"..." Zhao Changhe looked up at the sky and didn't speak for a long time.

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

Only when you really see the current scene, you can understand what the sign of the collapse of the building is, and realize that the chaos that everyone talks about is definitely not groundless.

This is the land of Jianghuai!

Even here is like this, can it rely on the tourism project of Jianhu City to save the situation...

Xia Longyuan is obviously a great leader. He should have been in a prosperous period of order after the founding of the country for decades. Why did he end up like this?

Zhao Changhe recalled Tang Wanzhuang's hard work at her desk, thinking that you are in charge of the affairs of the martial arts world. No matter how much you do, it will only treat the symptoms and not the root cause. Your efforts are probably meaningless. You want me to be the prince to stabilize the world, but I don't think I have the ability to do so.

Perhaps Chi Chi is right. Since the Xia family's world is rotten, don't protect it.

He thought for a long time, and suddenly asked: "The Cao Gang and the like here should be quite important. You have strength, why don't you try to join these gangs? Is there any problem with them?"

The bandits looked at each other for a while, and someone said: "We also want to find a job in the Cao Gang, but we have elderly people at home..."

Just as he said this, someone ran down the mountain, panting: "Brother, brother! Second uncle has asthma again..."

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

"No more!"

"Quick, report to the Buddha, we will join the religion!"

No one paid attention to Zhao Changhe, and Zhao Changhe did not stop them from joining the Maitreya religion.

Because such things must be spread all over Jianghuai, there is no point in stopping them.

And judging from the situation, the Maitreya religion is probably no longer in the early stage of widely showing kindness and bewitching people. It is probably almost clear, otherwise these villagers would not hesitate before joining the religion.

He rode forward silently and gradually came to a river.

There were only broken boats in the river, and old fishermen were working hard to fish. There were no beautiful boat girls, which were dreams that only existed in the prosperous times.

"Where are you running, thief!" A loud shout came, and Zhao Changhe turned his head to see a big man holding a knife chasing a thin man on the other side of the river. The man was very good at light work, and he kept flipping in the air, and then he touched the water, and he actually walked on the water, like a flying swallow, brushing past Zhao Changhe.

Zhao Changhe was still cheering 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, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. He actually grabbed a handful of horses from Zhao Changhe's arms by the way. He probably found the horse's divine majesty and thought that the owner of the horse must be very rich.

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

The thin man never thought that a random passerby would turn out to be a figure on the Hidden Dragon List, and he never thought that this punch would carry some of the charm of the third place on the Earth List. He was hit in mid-air, even if his Qinggong was good, he couldn't move in time, and was beaten all over his face. He screamed and fell back into the river.

The big man over there was also wading in the water. Seeing this, he was overjoyed and kicked the thin man's leg directly.

Zhao Changhe narrowed his eyes and looked at his actions, but didn't say anything.

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

The big man bowed and smiled, "Thank you for your help, brother! I am Wan Dongliu from the Cao Gang. May I know your name?"

Cao Gang...

Zhao Changhe did not plan to deal with the Cao Gang for the time being. Just as he was about to pass it off, he heard the thief holding his broken leg and screaming: "I, I remember... Black horse and white hoof, strange broadsword, scar on face, you, you are the bloodthirsty Shura Zhao Changhe!"

Zhao Changhe, who had been trapped in melancholy, suddenly lost all his emotions and almost fell off his horse.

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

I will give you money now, can you change this rubbish nickname?

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