In fact, what Baoqin knew did not overlap much with Wan Dongliu's. After all, the Four Symbols Sect did not hold meetings with Tang Wanzhuang all day long. Everyone was doing their own thing, and many things only relied on tacit understanding.

Just like the Four Symbols Sect took advantage of Tang Buqi's birthday banquet, Tang Buqi himself was unaware of it. Huangfu Qing and Sanniang both felt that if they had told him earlier, the secret might have been revealed.

Even though Wu Hou had worked hard for thirty years to develop the prosperity of Jiangnan, people still didn't trust Tang Buqi's IQ... The prosperity of these thirty years was mainly due to the prosperity of maritime transportation, and pigs could fly in the wind. Besides, there was also the late Tang Dynasty

Zhuang would personally intervene and give guidance from time to time, and Baoqin was here to supervise this time.

Wan Dongliu didn't talk much with Baoqin, who was wearing a woman's bun. He just said: "Since you are here, I won't go to Gusu this time."

Zhao Changhe said: "It's my birthday, why don't you go celebrate it together?"

Wan Dongliu burst into laughter: "We are close to each other and we often get together. Just two months ago, he drank with me one night at our Xiaoxiang Pavilion."

Zhao Changhe: "..."

A night of drunkenness and whoring together is so refreshing and refined. Both of them are overlords of the same party. How can they be short of women? As for being so hungry...

"What kind of expression is that? It's just for fun, it's different from the ones at home. That's why you're so weird. You say you're lustful but you never do anything like this."

"Yes, yes, I'm surprised."

Baoqin sat by the side and listened to his brothers' chat. At this moment, he couldn't help but interjected: "It's vulgar and vulgar. With your taste, do we really need it?"

"..." Wan Dongliu was brutally attacked and refused to answer after drinking. Is there any way? The most outstanding beauties in the world have been taken over by your master. Even the maids in the same room are more delicate and lovely than others. It's not enough for human beings to be taken in.

Neither gods nor demons will be spared, and even a mouthful of soup will not be left for others. Compared with you, who is not a fan of vulgarity, does it make sense to distinguish who is more vulgar and who is more vulgar?

Wan Dongliu would not cry about this, but instead said: "This is not a big birthday anyway, common sense is to send a junior over to congratulate and give a gift. This time I plan to let my youngest son go out to see the world.

"

Zhao Changhe looked at him warily.

Wan Dongliu said angrily: "Why are you staring at me? You and I are my old friends. Even if I officially propose marriage to you on behalf of my son, isn't it normal? Although looking at your current appearance, it's a bit weird..."

Zhao Changhe looked at the appearance of his old friend in his fifties and remained silent.

In fact, ever since we met, I have always felt weird in my heart. This feeling is really hard to describe. If I meet their children and grandchildren in person, the feeling will be even weirder.

Just like when I played Sword and Sword IV and saw the gray-haired Murong Ziying in the ending. That feeling came to my heart and I can't express it.

Tang Buqi was kicked out of the Qianlong Ranking when he was old. His martial arts talent is far inferior to Wan Dongliu. I don't know what he looks like now. Maybe his beard and hair are whiter. There are many old friends who are even worse than Tang Buqi.

I'm afraid I'll have to look at their tombstones in a few years...

It is truly a great dream of spring and autumn in life. It has never been so intuitive as it is now.

If we talk about the cultivation of gods and demons at the third level of imperial realm, is this also a necessary path that has never been traveled before?

"Forget it about proposing marriage." Zhao Changhe took a sip of wine and sighed: "Are we still talking about the parents' orders? Let's look at free love."

Wan Dongliu was laughing: "That's natural. Are we pedantic?"

Zhao Changhe pondered and said: "But Ruo Yu may have some problems, so I suggest you don't even make any plans... Most people can't afford it, and they will suffer disasters."

Wan Dongliu was stunned: "How do you say that?"

"I'm not sure at the moment. I need to observe again." Zhao Changhe looked at the sky: "It's getting late. Let's go to Gusu first and talk about it later."

"Okay, I've already arranged the boat. We'll go at any time."

In the end, Zhao Changhe did not cross the river with the Caobang people, but took Baoqin and his young apprentice on the original Suppressing Demon Division's boat.

Seeing that Zhao Changhe was silent all the way, Baoqin asked in a low voice: "What's the matter? I feel like you are a little depressed today."

"No..." Zhao Changhe sighed: "Just looking at the years like this, I was a little touched. When I get along with you, it's like time has frozen at that time, and the feeling is not obvious. It can be seen that seeing Lao Wan and the others, the feeling is really... I don't even know

Dare I ask how Uncle Wan is doing now? I hung up on his life back then, but I never shouldered the responsibility to continue treatment."

"It has been seven or eight years since the death of Gang Leader Wan Lao. He passed away peacefully in his sleep without any pain. In fact...our old man also passed away the year before last."

Mrs. Tang, the grandfather of Tang Buqi, had a middle-aged girl who wore Tang Dynasty makeup for sixty years and was over a hundred years old when he passed away.

He is not as high-status and powerful as Lao Cui. After the rise of Tang Wanzhuang, Wanzhuang had the final say in all matters concerning the Tang family. He could not compete with his daughter like Lao Cui, so he had no sense of presence here in Zhao Changhe. In the end, Wanzhuang had the final say.

One thing that has a sense of existence is to discuss the royal relationship with Tang Wanzhuang, which started their karma.

This thing looks like a feudal family head, but in fact he is an extremely enlightened old man. Letting his fourteen-year-old daughter travel around the world was not a decision that ordinary family heads would dare to make. That decision made the Tang family successful in the decades to come.

of brilliance.

It turned out that he was no longer there without realizing it... Zhao Changhe looked at the river outside the cabin in silence, and once again felt strongly that things had changed and that the world had changed.

The next generation rises and becomes famous in the world. The previous generation has passed away, leaving only a memory. The same generation has gray hair and discusses the relationship between children.

Maybe this is the real meaning of these thirty years of sleep?

It stands to reason that time is a part of the way of heaven. Does the way of heaven always exist?

Bao Qin said: "After all, the house is filled with the descendants of Marquis Wu. The old man left with a smile and no worries. If I have any regrets, it is that I didn't see the young lady's children and grandchildren."

Zhao Changhe: "..."

If he and Wan Zhuang had a baby, what would Tang Buqi's grandson, who was already crawling all over the floor, call this infant baby in the future?

No, your descendants are still going to Xiaoxiang Pavilion for prostitution. From this point of view, it seems that it has been frozen in time and never changed.

Zhao Changhe rubbed his head, shook off the strange emotions in his heart, and asked Baoqin: "What is the purpose of collecting those demon souls in your spirit bag?"

Baoqin replied: "This is what Sisi asked for. They said that they can use a kind of witchcraft to use these demon souls and strange beasts as guides to find clues to where the way of heaven is. The more demon souls collected, the better the location will be.

The more accurate it is.”

"The way of heaven is outside the boundary. This is not an ordinary boundary separation. Are you sure you can find it?"

"Anyway, Sisi said it's okay." Baoqin glanced at Ling Ruoyu, who was sitting on the other side of the cabin, and lowered his voice: "Actually, her master is also cooperating with this matter."

Zhao Changhe always feels that this is like a competition between the Four Symbols Sect and the non-sect factions, each doing his own thing to see who can make a contribution first... Among them, Yue Hongling seems to have "apostatized". As the venerable Dai Baihu,

But she was helping Sisi and Tang Wan do their makeup.

Or maybe she is the one who bridges the gap. It is very possible that she has a conspiracy with Jiuyou, and the core clue seems to be the young apprentice.

Zhao Changhe's eyes fell on Ling Ruoyu. Ever since Ling Ruoyu recognized this couple, he had always sat far away and did not talk to them, but he seemed to have a better relationship with Longque.

I used to carry it on my back, but now I always hold it. The way the girl holds the huge dragon bird and whispers is so cute.

Zhao Changhe listened secretly, and what was being said over there was: "Okay Queque, just tell me about my master. She also came to Yangzhou back then, and what happens next?"

"Then what and then, it was so noisy." Longque said impatiently.

Zhao Changhe was astonished, and there was a day when Longque was too noisy? What happened to the world?

Ling Ruoyu was complaining: "You obviously enjoy the way I fawn over you."

"You all know this...who said I enjoy this?"

"Do you dare to say that you are not?"

"What I enjoy is when you ask the story of how Longque is dominating and killing thousands of enemies. It's not about Yue Hongling. I don't dare to talk about their secrets casually. If I let them know in the future, I will die. That's up to me.

Aunt."

"Speaking of which, I have a question I've been meaning to ask you for a long time."

"What?"

"Why do I always think you look a little like my master?" Ling Ruoyu was very confused: "And you can also find clues about Tang Prime Minister Cui Shozuo and others from your face."

"Beautiful faces are all the same, and they all have something in common. Only ugly people can be ugly in all kinds of ways, like you."

"If I hadn't seen you as the Holy Sword of King Zhao, I would have thrown you into the river right now."

"Hey, you're promising. If my aunt hadn't helped you kill people before, the grass on your grave would have been three feet high."

"If it weren't for you being a burden, I wouldn't be hunted down!"

"You're like a bird when you ask a story, but you're a burden when you turn around. Is this how your master taught you to be a swordsman?"

"It's not because you won't tell me the story. Why do I need to curry favor with you? A swordsman would rather break than bend."

"Your standards as a swordsman are a bit flexible." Long Que smiled and said, "You still have something to ask for from me."

"Where is it?"

"If Xinghe appeared in this world, wouldn't it be impossible for you to get close to compete for the core with your little cultivation? But I'm here and I can help you."

Ling Ruoyu was greatly moved: "Really?"

"Of course, at least my level will not be lower than the ordinary Yujing, right. How many people are above the Yujing?" Longque said, feeling a little guilty, relying on itself to take care of everything, not because it knew that the master was sitting there.

around.

Ling Ruoyu didn't know it, but he suddenly became apologetic and fawning, stretched out his hand to pinch the handle of the knife and massaged it: "Good bird, I'm going to..."

Even though the massage was meaningless, Long Que still enjoyed it: "As long as you say Long Que is Zhao Changhe's only arm, I will take you there."

Ling Ruoyu opened her mouth but still didn't want to say anything.

A swordsman would rather break than bend.

The boat swayed slightly and had docked. Zhao Changhe stood up and walked out of the cabin. When he passed by Ling Ruoyu, he suddenly stretched out his finger and flicked the dragon bird.

The twin-ponytail loli crouched in defense with her head in the knife.
To be continued...