The Book of Troubled Times

Zhao Changhe and others occupied the night palace and indulged in lust for more than ten days.

During these ten days, Ye Wuming was in pain and happiness.

When they were not practicing dual cultivation, Ye Wuming accompanied Ling Ruoyu to teach various laws, tell ancient stories, and talk about what he saw outside the domain; the little girl helped her mother massage the discomfort of split soul and soul, and accompanied her mother to stroll in the night palace, and they were so sweet.

Originally, Ye Wuming was still a little hesitant about "whether this is his daughter", but after these days of getting along, Ye Wuming felt that whoever competed with him for his daughter would fight him.

Ye Wuming himself did not realize that in fact, the attribute that he and Ye Jiuyou were closest to was not darkness and tranquility, but loneliness.

Back then, Ye Jiuyou also had a bunch of subordinates around him, such as Anmie and other crooked melons and jujubes, as well as countless corpse puppets and shadow beasts, which looked lively. But Ye Jiuyou only regarded them as tools and could not trust them at all. Facts have proved that Anmie and others are also full of ghosts and traitors.

She will always be alone. Ten thousand years later, alone in the abyss, looking at his reflection in the mirror, that kind of loneliness touched Zhao Changhe's heart.

He sympathized with and pitied the most terrifying demon in people's hearts, and pampered her... In the end, the demon's heart turned into a human, and her heart was soft around her fingers. It's not that Zhao Changhe's skills in picking up girls have reached the heavenly list, but the divine arrow fell from the sky, just when Ye Jiuyou was ready to become a mortal, and it hit the softest and most needed place in his heart.

Ye Wuming seemed to have friends and subordinates around him, but in fact she was the same as Ye Jiuyou... She never trusted them, and even destroyed them with her own hands.

Zhao Changhe said, you don't care about the three years of companionship, but I do.

Ye Wuming may not care... But no one has ever told her that he cares. Zhao Changhe said so many words of contempt, but he didn't know that it was such a simple sentence that really broke his defense, and what this sentence meant under the premise of risking his life to save him.

Looking at the happy people around Zhao Changhe, Ye Wuming would not want to be one of them, but it was inevitable that he felt particularly uncomfortable when comparing himself. Zhao Changhe was brought by her, and she guided him in his cultivation and destiny. In the end, she was just an outsider, or even an enemy.

They laughed and talked, and she was only worthy of living in the deserted Night Palace, with the blue sea and blue sky, and the lonely Guanghan.

Then Ling Ruoyu appeared... His attributes were established by her, his face was so similar to hers, his breath was so close to hers, he nestled in her arms, called her mother in a clear and stupid way, and massaged her temples considerately.

It was even difficult for others to understand that Ye Wuming, who had lived for tens of millions of years, had only produced an emotion called "happy" in these ten days, and laughed more than in the previous tens of millions of years.

She had never been happy, only these days.

But these days were also painful.

After all, those dogs and men were rare when they didn't practice dual cultivation, and most of the time they were practicing. There was nothing to say about this. Zhao Changhe's healing was indeed a top priority. It was impossible for him to recover in a regular year?

But when he practiced dual cultivation with Jiuyou, she, Ye Wuming, was a tragedy.

Only part of the soul returned to the body, and the main soul was still entangled in Ye Jiuyou's body. Whatever Zhao Changhe did with Ye Jiuyou, it was the same as doing it with Ye Wuming. He clearly experienced all the feelings and sent them to the peak together with Jiuyou.

Ye Wuming tried to sleep and autism, but Ye Jiuyou refused.

Every time, he deliberately involved the soul, making her unable to concentrate, and determined to let her experience it.

Every experience was repeatedly intertwined with the memory of the last time he used his own body. In the end, Ye Wuming could hardly tell whether she was passively feeling these things in Ye Jiuyou's body, or whether Zhao Changhe was really doing things with her.

The most annoying thing is that there was more than one person every time. When Zhao Changhe was practicing dual cultivation with Piaomiao, Ye Jiuyou was shameless and hugged him and kissed him, which made Ye Wuming so angry that he wanted to dissipate himself.

You, Ye Jiuyou, are now the way of heaven in this world. Can you have some face?

Oh, by the way, Zhao Changhe and Tiandao did this, does Zhaocuo have a special term for this... Zhao Ritian?

The writer's brain began to go off line again. Ye Wuming could do nothing but find joy in misery. He could only be confused by the idea of ​​going off line.

If it weren't for keeping Ruoyu, he would have driven these dogs and bitches out long ago. For the sake of his daughter, the sacrifice is not small.

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"Master, you are here." Outside Ye Wuming's bedroom, Ling Ruoyu was trying out moves with Longque. Seeing Zhao Changhe coming, she jumped up happily and greeted him warmly.

Zhao Changhe rubbed her head lovingly: "Didn't you say to call me dad in front of Ye Wuming?"

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter what you call me now."

Zhao Changhe: "?"

In fact, Zhao Changhe didn't have a direct feeling of Ye Wuming's pain these days.

Although he knew in his heart that Ye Wuming's soul was in Ye Jiuyou's body, it was similar to the situation of Yangyang Piaomiao at the beginning. But people's thinking is always affected by perception. Ye Wuming was so suffocated in Ye Jiuyou's body that he could not feel that there was another soul in Ye Jiuyou's body. In addition, there was another body of Ye Wuming here who was filial to Ruoyu. In terms of perception, it was like separating two people. So Zhao Changhe never felt that when he was practicing with Jiuyou, he was also practicing with Ye Wuming at the same time.

These days, when he was not practicing with Jiuyou to heal his wounds, he would come to Ye Wuming from time to time, not to see Ye Wuming, but mainly to accompany Ruoyu and Longque.

He didn't quite understand what Ling Ruoyu said, and he was too lazy to think about it. He asked with a smile: "How about practicing moves?"

Long Que said: "I asked Xinghe to repeatedly simulate Luo Chuan's blow before. Now it is easy to kill him, but this little bastard is incomparable to Luo Chuan. I don't know what will happen if I face him again."

Ling Ruoyu slapped the table: "Why am I acting like a bastard again! Mom said that apart from my lack of strength, my simulation of that move was pretty standard."

Zhao Changhe remembered something... The Book of Heaven can memorize the opponent's skills and analyze and simulate them, as long as they don't exceed the guidelines. It was obvious that Luochuan's blow, apart from its power, did not go beyond the Tianshu outline in terms of laws. It could be fully imprinted and simulated.

Ye Wuming and Ling Ruoyu should have been analyzing each other's skills in the past few days.

Long Que said: "Lack of strength is the biggest shortcoming. It's also Ye Wuming. Now Ye Wuming is bullied like a sick man. Is it because she doesn't have enough understanding? She has more understanding now. She has never tried before. Tried them all..."

A slap flew out of the dormitory, and with one slap the dragon bird was level with the ground.

The dragon bird twitched twice and became silent.

Ling Ruoyu tried to pull his friend out of the mud like a carrot, but couldn't. Ling Ruoyu who didn't hold Xinghe was a real bastard.

After pulling it out for a long time, he gave up without any sense of loyalty. He turned around and smiled apologetically at Zhao Changhe: "I learned some fortune-telling from my mother today. Do you want me to tell my master?"

Long Que: "?"

I'm still in the mud, you're counting your mother's fate.

Zhao Changhe flicked his fingers, and the dragon bird that Ling Ruoyu couldn't pull out jumped out of the ground with a bang.

Ling Ruoyu's eyes changed a bit. Master An Dao was so injured that he could hardly move. It was not unusual for most people to lie down for several years. He recovered so quickly, and it felt like he was not far away from complete recovery. Is the so-called dual cultivation of Dafa really so miraculous?

Based on the current comparison of strength, Mother, who only has part of her soul in her body, will probably be completely suppressed and unable to move...

Forget it, don’t think about that scene. Ling Ruoyu hugged Long Que again, petted it like a cat, and comforted: "Long Que is good, don't cry..."

Longque struggled: "You are obviously smiling."

"Have it?"

"Your mother and I bully me together every day, so I let my father bully your mother."

The two friends were about to start fighting, but Zhao Changhe held them apart with one hand: "Does Ye Wuming really bully you every day?"

Long Que complained: "Every time she is bullied by you, she comes and beats me."

Zhao Changhe didn't react for a moment: "How have I ever bullied her these days? She has been avoiding me every time she comes here. I haven't seen her face at all?"

Ling Ruoyu immediately flicked the handle of the knife, signaling Longque not to spill the beans and reminding Zhao Changhe, and then interrupted with a smile: "Master, do you want a fortune teller?"

Long Que closed his mouth, and Zhao Changhe laughed: "Even your mother can't see my fate line, how can you calculate it?"

"She can also count you." Ling Ruoyu was eager to give it a try: "Besides, she counted you secretly. If I want to count, the master's guild will actively cooperate, right? The effect will naturally be different."

"Okay, okay." Zhao Changhe also doted on her to death: "Tell me how to cooperate."

Ling Ruoyu said happily: "Just stretch out your palm and show me."

Zhao Changhe stretched out his right hand and then changed his left hand: "The man is on the left and the woman is on the right, right?"

"Actually, everything is fine." Ling Ruoyu held his hand and looked at it for a while, then looked up at his smiling face, closed his eyes and calculated.

Zhao Changhe turned his head and looked at it, wanting to laugh a little.

It kind of reminds me of what the divination house looked like back then, a blind man who was just pretending.

Ling Ruoyu calculated for a while, opened his eyes and scratched his head.

Zhao Changhe smiled and said, "Can't you just forget about it?"

"No..." Ling Ruoyu hesitated: "I may have made a mistake..."

Zhao Changhe asked curiously: "What are you counting on?"

"Of course it's my parents' marriage. Can our family of three be happy together?"

"Can't it be calculated?"

Ling Ruoyu scratched his head: "It seems to mean asking if it is right first, and then whether it is possible."

Zhao Changhe didn't take it seriously. Biologically speaking, Ruoyu was not himself and his blind child, and certainly not a family of three. Besides, looking at it from another perspective, this family is so big that there is no way it could be three people. Destiny is the most unpredictable thing, because there are all kinds of explanations. Ye Wuming himself can't calculate them all, but you, a little Kalami who is just learning, can do it.

However, Ye Wuming in the palace spoke up: "Don't be too ambitious. It would be good if you could figure out the friends around you. Is Zhao Changhe like an average person? Is he really that easy to figure out? Luo Chuan has already called in."

Ling Ruoyu said "Oh", quite disappointed.

When Zhao Changhe heard Ye Wuming's voice, he felt a little sleepy and out of breath, as if he was sick. He couldn't help but wonder: "What's wrong with her? Wasn't she quite energetic when she was shooting the dragon bird just now?"

Ling Ruoyu looked innocent: "I was teaching me how to tell fortunes before. Not long after, I suddenly ran in and closed the door with a blushing face. I don't know if I am sick. The master will treat the illness. Let's go and have a look?"

Zhao Changhe: "..."

Ye Wuming will get sick, are you kidding me?

Ye Wuming was also shouting inside: "Where does the disease come from? You are the only one who is sick. Don't come in!"

Zhao Changhe heard that the tone was indeed strange, and felt confused, so he flashed through the door and walked in.

A wall of space blocked the way to flash, and Zhao Changhe was caught off guard. With a "bang", he lay on the air wall in the shape of a zodiac sign, and slowly slid down.

Before it slides to the bottom, he uses his palms to form a knife and makes a straight stroke.

The wall of space was broken, and the remnant Ye Wuming could not stop Zhao Changhe, who had mostly recovered, and was easily broken into the boudoir.

As soon as Zhao Changhe landed, his eyes were fixed and he slowly backed away.

There was a huge bathtub in the middle of the bedroom. Ye Wuming shrank in the tub with his head exposed, staring at him with fierce eyes.

"That..." Zhao Changhe apologized with a smile: "I didn't expect you to take a bath here even if you were fine... Why do you look so sluggish when you take a bath..."

Ye Wuming gnashed his teeth.

What do you mean you are fine? You were having a great time with Jiuyou just now, and I was having a great time here too. There was something sticky flowing all over, so how could I not take a bath?

Why are you so sluggish? You said why you were so sluggish, but I am still weak now, but you look so happy.

So are you practicing dual cultivation or taking essence!

Both of them were silent and looked at each other for a while. As their eyes flickered, scenes from a long time ago came to their minds at the same time.

I have forgotten what the background was... It seemed to be at Cui's house or somewhere else. Zhao Changhe was also lying in the bathtub sluggishly, and Ye Wuming appeared in the void and looked at him.

At that time, she looked at him with indifference. Whether he was taking a bath or healing his wounds, it was meaningless to Ye Wuming, just like looking at a stone on the roadside. No matter how embarrassed Zhao Changhe was, he could not stop her from coming and watching as she pleased, and could only say some bad words and ask her if it was big enough.

Now the situation has reversed, and it is Ye Wuming who is in the bathtub, unable to stop him from coming and watching as he pleases.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe just a few seconds, Ye Wuming said expressionlessly: "Have you seen enough?"

Zhao Changhe did not retreat, and replied calmly: "It’s not like you haven’t seen it before. You look at mine, I look at yours, it’s even."

"..." Ye Wuming said coldly: "What are you doing here today? It doesn’t look like you are here just to accompany Ruoyu and Longque."

"Yeah." Zhao Changhe said: "I was planning to find you today."

"What's the matter?"

"My injuries are almost healed, at least not worse than when I separated Piaomiao and Yangyang. So what I could do back then, I can do now."

Ye Wuming was silent.

This means that Zhao Changhe came to ask her if she was ready, and the sisters could separate.

As for preparation, there is nothing to prepare... There is only one thing, they have been entangled for so long, can they each go to the other side.

In fact, Ye Wuming felt that it was still a little short, but at this moment, there was almost no need to make a choice. Even if he could not go to the other side in this life, Ye Wuming did not want to stay in Ye Jiuyou's body.

"I'm ready." Ye Wuming quickly replied: "What does Jiuyou say?"

"Jiuyou has no problem... As the main body, she is confident that she can still go to the other side after you separate." Zhao Changhe sighed: "But I have a question."

Ye Wuming said lightly: "Say."

"When you separate, will our days living in Ye Palace end?"

"Of course." Ye Wuming sneered: "How long do you still want to occupy the magpie's nest and use my place as a brothel?"

"After leaving... will the heaven and the man be able to see each other again?"

Ye Wuming said: "Yu'er can come anytime and I will go down to see her."

"What about me?" Zhao Changhe asked.

"What's your business?"

"If that's the case, I think we should separate later." Zhao Changhe stepped forward: "I haven't seen enough."

Ye Wuming was furious: "Anyway, I've already given you the Ye Palace before, but you didn't want it! Come if you want, it's none of my business!"

Zhao Changhe smiled: "Do you really want to separate?"

"Nonsense."

"You haven't figured it out yet, you asked me for help if you want to separate earlier. Do you look like a beggar now?"

Ye Wuming looked at him coldly without saying anything, with an expression that said, "You can help or not."

Zhao Changhe walked to the bucket step by step while she was staring at him, and stretched out his hand to lift her chin: "I'll give you one day to prepare and return the remaining soul of this body to its original body. Tomorrow night, the two bodies will be placed together. I don't want you to beg me in a low voice, as long as you say it yourself, "You're ready, come in."

Ye Wuming didn't know if he had the face to say such shameful words. What made her feel even more terrified at this moment was that she felt very used to being touched by him again, as if her left hand was holding her right hand. She had felt the touch of his fingers countless times in these days, whether it was the chin-raising or more shameful postures, she had seen them countless times when her soul was in Ye Jiuyou's body.

Even being seen naked in the bathtub at this moment, she seemed to be used to it, and she didn't even want to cover it up.

Habit is really a terrible power.