Yue Hongling wanted to say, "Wait until I recover, do you know how long you need to rest?"

He wasn't just injured from the counterattack... the overuse of his ultimate skill was outrageous. Yue Hongling could tell that his qi and blood were depleted, his muscles were weak, and the high-quality true qi he had just praised was now completely depleted. Even a goose could kill him now.

But he was still laughing heartily and looking forward to fighting again in the future.

This kind of person shouldn't be involved in any romantic affairs. He was born to cut through mountains and rivers in this world.

Yue Hongling curled her lips and didn't mock him. She just said, "I have a certain guess about the nature of your true qi."

"Hmm?" Zhao Changhe looked up at her.

"Just now, you didn't just borrow true qi to control the dispersal of gods and Buddha. You also used the power of qi and blood at the same time. They were able to mix together like a kind of technique, indicating that their compatibility is unparalleled. You can convert it into any kind of power you need at any time, regardless of whether it's internal or external. Currently, for you, it's like you have an additional blood demon qi and blood reserve."

Zhao Changhe was delighted and said, "That's great!"

Yue Hongling said, "Currently, you specialize in blood demon qi, so it's like this. I suspect that when you reach a deeper level, it will be the opposite. No matter what kind of cultivation you have, it can be absorbed and accommodated by this true qi. The meaning of this is extremely broad, like the rivers returning to the sea. I don't know who created it, but it's really amazing."

Zhao Changhe nodded slightly. This was just right... it was in line with the thinking of Xia Longyuan's technique left for his illegitimate child outside. No matter what the child learned from his mother or from someone else, they could be compatible with this technique, and in the later stages, it would still be converted into his technique as the main one. And this idea of rivers returning to the sea should have originally been the idea of an emperor, or in other words, the idea of the king's territory.

For the first time, Zhao Changhe felt a little respect for the old emperor he had never met. He was really amazing. He suddenly thought, such a powerful person, could he really be confused and chaotic in his later years? He wasn't that old yet, was he? Would there be some problem here... had he actually died? Or did he make a mistake in his cultivation?

While he was pondering, Yue Hongling had lazily gone into the house and was now bandaging the wound on his lower abdomen.

(Note: This is a rough translation and may not be 100% accurate.)It's strange to say that before, Zhao Changhe thought he should avoid this topic and even hid away, while Yue Hongling blushed. But at this moment, he felt that there was no need to deliberately avoid such things. With just a wound on his stomach, which still looked fierce, what kind of ambiguous and alluring feelings could be seen from it? There was nothing at all.

Perhaps it was only because they were strangers who had only met once before, and now they were friends?

I don't know, anyway, Zhao Changhe glanced at it and felt nothing. He sat down by the bed and closed his eyes to recover on his own, while Yue Hongling also sat on a chair and closed her eyes to meditate, naturally and calmly.

Before long, both of them entered a state of meditation, and the night finally fell silent.

This seemed to be the scene that Yue Hongling wanted when she came to seek refuge, but it arrived a little late... If those embarrassing things didn't happen. Before entering the state of meditation, both of them almost simultaneously had this thought in their minds.

...

Early the next morning, Yue Hongling finished her recovery and opened her eyes.

Zhao Changhe was still in a state of meditation, with a slightly furrowed brow, looking somewhat painful.

It was not the pain of overusing his recovery, but the inherent problem of Blood Slaughter Technique. It was more difficult to endure when weak than usual, but it seemed that his internal strength was helping to soothe it, and the situation was still good.

Yue Hongling was thinking that this man had suffered more than an ordinary person in his cultivation of martial arts. The agony of Blood Slaughter Technique could happen at any time, and the harder he practiced, the more frequent the agony would be. Many people who practiced Blood Slaughter Technique in Blood God Sect were discouraged, but Zhao Changhe became more diligent, as if he was competing with this pain, "Come on!"

Outsiders couldn't see it, they could only see his heroic spirit and momentum like a river.

He repeatedly asked about various martial arts techniques and his age from various angles, just to see if the current martial arts could replace Blood Slaughter Technique. The final answer was that it was not possible yet. He should have been very disappointed in his heart, but it couldn't be seen on his face. He was still carefree.

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Yue Hongling knew that she really admired such a person. He said he saw the imagined rivers and lakes on himself, but in her perspective, wasn't it the same?

Banditry? She also had a strong sense of it. Chivalry and banditry were often very close in many cases. They could both be called children of the rivers and lakes, and were very different from people like Cui Yuanyong. In Cui Yuanyong's eyes, she, Yue Hongling, was just a coarse and vulgar woman with strong banditry.

They were the same kind of people, so they were close. Cui Yuanyong, on the other hand, was a good person, and he even suspected that she had fallen into the hands of bandits and came to rescue her with injuries, but they were very different.Footsteps could be heard approaching from outside.

Yue Hongling's hand rested on her sword hilt, her eyes becoming sharp and fierce.

"Knock, knock," a knocking sound was heard from the door. "Boss."

Yue Hongling sighed and glanced at Zhao Changhe, who was still grimacing in pain. She shook her head and went to open the door.

Outside the door was a cook, who brought a few steamed buns, two bowls of porridge, and a few side dishes. Seeing that it was "Big Sister" who opened the door, the cook's eyes also showed a hint of admiration, but he immediately looked away and apologized with a smile, "Good morning, Big Sister. This is the breakfast that Boss ordered, with an additional portion for you."

Yue Hongling rubbed her forehead, tired of this kind of thing.

It would be much more comfortable without all this "Big Sister" nonsense.

But at this point, she could only play this role. Yue Hongling reluctantly took the tray and said, "Thank you."

The cook rubbed his hands together and said, "Big Sister is like a fairy from heaven. Boss is really lucky."

What kind of luck does he have? The luck to heal his injuries and meditate? Yue Hongling turned around and walked back into the house, placing the tray heavily on the table.

At this moment, Zhao Changhe opened his eyes, and the pain on his face slowly eased into his usual cheerful smile. "Good morning. Oh, breakfast is here? I don't know what you usually eat in the morning, so just make do with this."

"Jianghu people don't have so many requirements." Yue Hongling sat at the table, with one foot still on the stool beside her, drinking the porridge heartily.

This appearance was very different from when Zhao Changhe first saw her yesterday, leaning against the window. But Zhao Changhe was even more used to it. Jianghu people were like this, not like some delicate flowers.

He washed his face and tidied up a bit before sitting across from Yue Hongling with a smile. "You look full of energy. Is your injury healed?"

"It wasn't a heavy injury to begin with, just a superficial wound and a little bit of sword energy. After a night of rest, it's almost healed. In another two or three days, it will be completely healed." Yue Hongling frowned. "Your language is so strange. What does 'full of energy' mean?"

"It's the dialect of Zhao Village. Just understand the general meaning." Zhao Changhe paused for a moment and became a bit absent-minded. "It's possible that in a few days, you might not hear me say these words anymore. After all, I have to... integrate into the Jianghu."

Yue Hongling thought he was referring to the fact that everyone in Zhao Village had died and there was no one left to speak the dialect with him. She couldn't help but sigh, "If only I had arrived a step earlier..."

"The past is the past, there's no point in talking about it. Do you want me to keep mentioning your life-saving grace?" Zhao Changhe said, a little annoyed.

Yue Hongling retorted, "I can't even tell that you're grateful.""So you think that I wanted to kill Cui Yuanyong yesterday because I saw you injured? What's the reason for that? We have no grudges, haven't even met before. Is it really because I have a crush on Yue Hongling? Don't get yourself involved in other people's speculations."

Yue Hongling: "..."

"Hey, speaking of Cui Yuanyong, I don't know much about these aristocratic families. Can you give me a brief introduction?"

"I told you yesterday that not everyone has access to divine techniques. Over time, those who master good techniques form various high-level sects and powerful aristocratic families. This is normal. Is there anything to introduce?"

"Then why is he also from the Cui family in Qinghe?"

"Also?" Yue Hongling was puzzled. "Why can't he be from the Cui family in Qinghe?"

"Um... are they inherited from the previous era? Or did they receive inheritance from the previous era? To be honest, I have looked through some historical books and they barely mention these things."

"I don't know either. These aristocratic families are indeed much older than Da Xia. They have survived through many dynasties. If you are interested in their family's glorious history, you should ask Cui Yuanyong himself. He will surely be happy to boast about it, but whether it's true or not is another matter."

"Will he listen to me?"

Yue Hongling thought for a moment. "It's hard to say. These aristocratic families are all polite and courteous on the surface, but I always feel that they are aloof and scrutinizing. It's uncomfortable. I am the second on the Qianlong list, and they are all important figures. I don't know how they view the bottom of the Qianlong list, but it should be okay. At least we are in the same Chaos Chronicles."

Zhao Changhe nodded. "If you have a chance, please introduce me to him."

Yue Hongling was surprised. "Why are you interested in them and even going to visit them? This is not like you..."

Zhao Changhe looked at her strangely. "Do you know me well?"

Although it was true that he shouldn't be interested in these things based on his personality, he had to get involved in exploring the mysteries of the world. They were important to him, even if he didn't like it.

Yue Hongling felt uncomfortable under his strange gaze and finally couldn't help but slam the table. "What are you looking at? We are not that familiar with each other. What's so strange about not knowing me well? How's your recovery? Come on, it's time for a sparring session!"

Zhao Changhe smiled wryly but didn't say that she really knew him well. He felt that this scene might turn into teasing and ruin the good atmosphere of their conversation.Actually, he really wanted to spar, but his recovery was not good and he was afraid of Yue Hongling's wound reopening. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "You said you can teach me three things, what about the third?"

"How to locate enemies by sound, sense external threats, and..." Yue Hongling suddenly threw the chopsticks on the table, and the chopsticks flew out with a "whoosh" and stuck into the door panel. "Kill enemies from a distance, and chase after their souls. Do you want to learn?"