The Book of Troubled Times

Listening to such straightforward words, Ye Wuming had no expression, and even his heart was not moved.

He had been used to teasing these past two days... not only did he say it, but he also got used to it.

Anyway, ever since Po Xun saw his deepest desires, Zhao Changhe had never concealed this matter. After all, his heart was known, and there was no point in hiding it, which would only make people laugh.

But these words had some meaning to Ye Wuming.

I was just thinking about something he was trying to control, and he was slapped in the face in a second. He made it clear that he had no intention... It had a taste of "you are more important than the country", and I didn't know whether I should scold him or feel satisfied.

Thousands of thoughts eventually turned into a long sigh in the night palace.

Ye Wuming stood up, turned around and stepped into the lotus pond.

His bare feet touched the water, and ripples rippled slightly. When someone looked at the moon in the sky above the human world, he saw nebulae rising, dispersing and gathering, like ripples in the water.

The Emperor of Heaven stepped on the night sky of the human world... Her every step was a change in the weather. If she wanted thunder and rain, it would come.

When she saw Zhao Changhe carefully holding the pregnant Xia Chichi in bed, the thunder and rain really came.

Some literati were drinking under the moon, and suddenly there was a downpour. People hurriedly went into the house to avoid the rain, and when they finished their miserable work, the sky cleared up again. They tried to go out and see, but there was a gust of wind that made people unable to open their eyes.

"God is sick tonight, right?"

"How do you know it's God, not an old woman who has reached menopause..."

"Boom!" The person who spoke was struck by thunder and twitched on the ground.

Ling Ruoyu looked up at the sky. She had never felt that the cold moonlight could read a sense of irritability, and a faint sense of... loneliness.

"Queque... I still remember the way she looked at me when we were leaving, as if there was a thread connecting her to me... Do you think she was very lonely?"

The broadsword in his arms was buzzing: "Eyes can draw threads? Are you sure the so-called thread is not her controlling your fate?"

Ling Ruoyu: "...Does everyone have such a big prejudice against her?"

"She asked for it. She said she was rebelling against the way of heaven, but is what she did to others different from the way of heaven? Isn't she also controlling others and treating the common people as her children? Does she care about other people's thoughts?"

Ling Ruoyu was shocked: "Wow, is this what you said?"

"... …This is your father's inner thoughts, I have a spiritual connection with him. "Longque was very proud: "Do you know the gap between you and me now?"

"I don't know, I only know that he vented his anger for me and didn't even care about your materials."

"That's because he had his own tricks, knowing that he could get it!" The shadow of the girl with twin ponytails jumped out of the knife in anger: "Why are you becoming less and less human after you became a human? You were not like this before!"

"Landao is uneducated and has such poor expression skills that I can't understand what you are saying."

"Why can't it be that you are uneducated and have poor comprehension skills?"

The two girls, one person and one soul, quickly wrestled together.

Ling Ruoyu couldn't beat Longque without Xinghe and was brutally suppressed. He quickly cheated and touched Xinghe, and then suppressed Longque underneath.

The two girls panted and glared at each other, and Longque gnashed his teeth and said: "Just wait for me, I will reforge it soon!"

"Humph, I'm not afraid of you even if I reforge it." The girl let go of her sister, and the two of them lay on their backs on the observatory and looked at the sky, and didn't speak for a while.

Although the sisters fought, they were still best friends who had been squatting in the ring together since childhood.

After a long while, Ling Ruoyu hesitated and said, "Mom is not that bad."

Long Que lay on his back in the moonlight, and said lazily, "What good words can you say for her... Logically, you should hate her the most. She really abandoned you for an entire era. If it weren't for the bastard named Zhao to forge you, you would still be a blank now."

Ling Ruoyu hesitated and said, "But she was helpless. At that time, she didn't have the ability to forge me completely, so she could only leave it for the future. Later, dad... well, after the master found me, she began to guide the master from the blood evil direction to the galaxy direction, which meant that she wanted the master to help forge the sword. If it weren't for me, I'm afraid the master would continue to follow the blood evil path."

Long Que was surprised and said, "Why did you call the master again? I think your father called you very smoothly. Well."

"That's what we agreed on. Call me dad in front of her, and call me master in normal times..."

"Is it necessary? Take off your pants and fart."

"Because this is really not a conventional father and mother, it's very embarrassing." Ling Ruoyu said weakly: "If that's the case, are you born by him and Xia Longyuan?"

Long Que trembled all over, and soon said angrily: "No! You mean it's a combination of the inheritance from Ye Wuming to Zhao Changhe, but I'm not. Originally, Long Que only had spirituality, and there was no human-shaped sword spirit. I was born because of Zhao Changhe, and it was completely different from the original Long Que of Xia Longyuan. The most typical sign is that the original Long Que was the emperor's sword. Do you think I am?"

Ling Ruoyu turned his head and looked at her, and felt that it was indeed not. Anyway, since Xinghe knew Long Que, this guy has nothing to do with the word "emperor", pure and stupid.

The awakening of Longque's spirit was a complete combination of the intentions of Zhao Changhe and the beauties around him, so there were so many of them. It also meant that when she was awakened, it was a transitional period in Zhao Changhe's practice process. She had not formed her own "Tao", and there were all kinds of things.

Therefore, it is indeed time for Longque to re-forge...the current grade is indeed insufficient. Ling Ruoyu was a little curious when she thought about it: "Then if you are reforged again, will your appearance change?"

"...The intention of the knife will change, but the appearance should not. Just like the shape of the knife, it will never change."

"Has your size remained the same? Are you still this small?"

"How am I smaller?" Longque jumped up: "I'm older than you!"

Ling Ruoyu glanced at Longque's chest with an indescribable expression. I'm the same, and you seem to be about the same, but you're older... It's difficult to be a sister.

Longque understood her eyes and covered her chest with grief and anger: "Why are you always pulling me, aren't you talking about your parents?"

Ling Ruoyu was silent for a moment and whispered: "I just don't know what to say about her, so I changed the subject... Anyway, will you be your master? Are you your father?"

Longque thought for a long time: "No way. He wanted me to call him daddy in a bad way before, but I won't call him daddy anyway, you stinky fish."

"Then I say they are not parents in the conventional sense. Why do you object?"

"...Do I need a reason to object to you?"

Ling Ruoyu was angry and funny, but he didn't have the energy to talk nonsense with Longque, so he just sighed: "But I know this truth clearly, but when I saw the way she looked at me, I still felt weird and a little sad... Queque Do you feel this way?"

Longque thought for a while, and could only guess what Zhao Changhe would look at him if he was snatched away by others. Thinking about it, he suddenly felt a little sad, so he said: "But does Ye Wuming really have such feelings for you? When you were cast, she had not lost contact, and I didn't see any special expressions from her towards you. That's all. If you don’t cherish anyone around you, now you have to play the role of mother-daughter love..."

"I don't know..." Ling Ruoyu sat up, put her chin on her knees, hugged her knees and muttered to herself: "I always think that it would be nice if she didn't want to be alone in the sky, so we can all be together... …Why wouldn’t she?”

Why wouldn't she...

Ye Wuming watched the conversation of the little girls intently, his eyes dim. People in the world can only see the night sky with dense clouds, making it difficult to see the sky.

Long Que encouraged him eagerly: "Would you like to give them a little more weight?"

Ling Ruoyu was stunned: "How to add it? Is it possible to use aphrodisiacs as the saying goes? It won't work for them."

"..." Long Que was shocked: "How do you think you are a human being? Is this all you see when you walk around the world?"

Ling Ruoyu said angrily: "What I travel around the world for is combat experience, not these... You know so much, can you come up with an innovative idea?"

Longque stretched out his middle and middle fingers to touch Xuanyuan's chin and lowered his voice: "How about you imitate Lao Zhao's handwriting and send her a love letter? No, no, Lao Zhao has declared so bluntly that there is no need for a love letter. ...It should be the other way around, imitating her handwriting and sending a love letter to Lao Zhao to break the deadlock of her desperate need to save face."

Ling Ruoyu blinked, feeling that it made sense: "But I haven't seen her handwriting."

Long Que put his hands on his hips and said, "Idiot. You haven't seen it before. Has Lao Zhao seen it before?"

Ling Ruoyu: "..."

Long Que put his hands on his hips and pointed to the sky: "So just write whatever you want, as long as the strokes contain her Night Emperor meaning. Isn't this your specialty?"

Ye Wuming folded his arms and watched the two dolls conspiring in front of each other, tilting his head and saying nothing.

Who are you stupid to say... Your master has not learned any of the insidious methods he secretly plots.

But somehow, even though I see others plotting against me, I don't get angry at all, but I find it cute.

Ye Wuming's eyes were focused on Ling Ruoyu... Little girl, are you really going to do this?

Ling Ruoyu didn't think about it, and grabbed his hair in distress, which was all messy.

You shouldn't have asked Queque to be your military advisor. He's just a sly idea and I don't know if it will be useful...

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Over there, Zhao Changhe didn't care about the weather changes or the child's plot. He just honestly held his pregnant wife and rested for the night.

Not only to spend time with my wife and children, but also to settle and adjust myself.

Xia Chichi didn't say anything, she happily slept in her husband's arms and slept soundly.

Reforging the dragon bird is a very solemn thing for Zhao Changhe. For this sword that has followed him from the fourth level of the entrance to today, Zhao Changhe does not attach much importance to it as it seems on the surface. . When I came back that night, I was a little tired, so I took a rest all night to face this matter in the best possible condition.

As a result, when I woke up the next morning and went to the observatory, I saw that Ling Ruoyu was holding the dragon bird and the two little girls were sleeping soundly.

What can I say about that scene...it's so cute, it makes people's hearts melt.

He is really old... Zhao Changhe had this thought in his mind, squatted down and flicked the handle of the Dragon Bird knife on the side.

The girl with twin ponytails sat up sleepily on the side: "Who hit me?"

Immediately after seeing Zhao Changhe, he suddenly woke up and said, "Are you going to hit me?"

What he said... Zhao Changhe said angrily: "Let me check your body first."

Ling Ruoyu sat up, rubbing his eyes with a strange look.

Zhao Changhe: "..."

I thought Ling Ruoyu was going to scold the pervert, but she didn't expect what she said was: "Master, do you want me to help hold Queque down? I have experience."

Zhao Changhe feels that these two babies have been raised crookedly... How will he see Hong Ling next time...

However, he was the one who was crooked. Whether it was Xinghe or Longque, their understanding of the sword was different from that of humans. Ling Ruoyu put himself in Xinghe's perspective to look at Longque's reforging. He was envious and happy for his friend, which had nothing to do with the things that humans imagined.

Until he was rolled up into a ball and thrown out of the underground sky by his master, Ling Ruoyu sat cross-legged with his chin in his hand, not knowing what he said wrong...

The master's voice came from below: "Go and ask your two concubines, Zhuque and Xuanwu, to come and help."

Ling Ruoyu felt that there was no need to ask. As long as you shouted this sentence, the two concubines were already near the altar and heard it...

Sure enough, when he was thinking about it, he saw two rays of light going straight into the ground. Huangfu Qing and Yuan Sanniang appeared beside Zhao Changhe at the same time, looking at Longque lying on the forge: "Is this piece of star iron really enough? No other preparations are needed?"

Zhao Changhe said: "In theory, any external object can be added at will, which means that Longque is no longer a thing of this world. The reason why this piece of broken star iron is needed is I want to remove some of the early forged items in Longque's body and replace them with this. Longque does not need the meaning of Xinghe. It only needs the purest destructive power as the representative of "force" in my martial arts. Break the void with one knife and break all laws. "

Huangfu Qing smiled and said, "You have high expectations for Longque... The purer it is, the harder it is."

Zhao Changhe said, "Of course, this is Longque, the arm that has been with me the longest, almost like my hand, how can I not have high expectations..."

Ling Ruoyu: "..."

"In addition, just like the last sword forging, the forging process is actually a step in my self-cultivation. When Longque is reforged, my third level of Yujing will reach its peak. "

Longque put his hands on his waist in the knife, and was so happy that he almost flew up.

This is called fate connected, hands and feet as one.

How can the stupid Xinghe compare?

How could others know that the swords were competing? Huangfu Qing was asking, "How can we help you this time?"

"The original earth fire temperature is definitely not enough, and we need your flame... Oh, by the way, how about yesterday's Samadhi True Fire?"

"Very interesting flame, it is a good supplement for me... I also think this fire is incomplete, and the real Samadhi True Fire is stronger than me." Huangfu Qing sighed faintly, and had some yearning: "Changhe, when I have time, I will also travel to the outside world and see the differences in the heavens."

"That day will not be far away..." Zhao Changhe carefully put the dragon bird into the forge and guided the earth fire to rise: "My mind is mainly used to expel the materials I don't need in the dragon bird's body, Sanniang will help smelt this piece of star iron."

Sanniang smiled and rubbed the star iron with her hands, and asked, "Do you think this counts as us being the mother of the dragon bird once?"

Zhao Changhe laughed dumbly: "You always are."

Sanniang smiled, put the star iron into the flames, closed her eyes and guided it.

Zhao Changhe also closed his eyes.

Recasting the Dragon Bird is not only the meaning of upgrading the weapon, but also the end point of the third level of the realm. I wonder if Ye Wuming has thought about this beforehand... If she had thought about it, she would know that the day when the Dragon Bird is reborn is the day when she, Ye Wuming, can no longer suppress him, Zhao Changhe.

Will she watch or even help for the sake of the overall situation, or will she try to interfere and prevent herself from growing too fast?

The thought flashed through his mind, and Zhao Changhe had no time to think about these things. The divine consciousness was completely integrated into the body of the Dragon Bird blade, separating the materials that gradually turned into molten iron in the flames one by one.

The weapon spirit had no pain, but began to weaken.

There was a feeling of being drained away, and the eyelids of the girl with twin ponytails began to fight, and her figure became fainter and fainter.

She knew that she couldn't sleep. If she slept and woke up, she might not be herself, but another new sword spirit. She must hold on and continue her will during the period when the blade is no longer a sword. This is also her practice, the process of rebirth.

This process is integrated with the master's will. The "pure force" implemented by Zhao Changhe will also combine with her at this time, so the sword spirit becomes a part of the master's will and the sword is an extension of the arm.

With the integration of the Void-breaking Star Iron, the power and sharpness of slashing through the void, the arrogance and pride of breaking all laws, and the domineering and unruly of all fish seen in front of you, from people to swords, from swords to people, are all connected.

There is no female little bird, that character is nothing more than Zhao Changhe's honest feedback... plus the various tsundere, jumping, majestic, sassy, ​​lazy and loyal of the aunts, a common spirit is nurtured.

The faded figure of the twin-tailed loli gradually solidified, as if she had a flesh body, and at this moment, Zhao Changhe's arms bulged as he swung the hammer, and the domineering and unmatched power was surging in his knotted muscles.