book of troubled times

Chapter 895: The Sword is Like an Arm
Listening to such straightforward words, Ye Wuming had no expression, and even his heart was not moved.

I've gotten used to being teased these past two days...not just with words, but with actions as well.

Anyway, ever since his deepest desires were seen by Po Xun, Zhao Changhe has never concealed the matter. After all, his inner thoughts are known, so there is no point in hiding it, and it will only make people laugh.

However, these words had some special meaning to Ye Wuming's ears.

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

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.

When one touches the water with bare feet, ripples appear. When someone looks at the moon in the sky above the earth, he sees nebulae appearing, dispersing and gathering like ripples in the water.

The sky where the Emperor of Heaven steps on is the night sky of the mortal world... Her every step is a change in the weather. If she wants thunder and rain, then there will be thunder and rain.

When they saw Zhao Changhe carefully holding the pregnant Xia Chichi in bed, the thunder and rainstorm really came down.

A scholar was drinking under the moonlight when suddenly there was a downpour. People hurriedly went inside to avoid the rain. When they looked up, the sky was clear again. When they tried to go out again, there was a strong wind that blew so hard that they couldn't even open their eyes.

"God is having a seizure tonight, isn't he?"

"How do you know it's God, not an old woman who's going through 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 convey a sense of irritability, and a faint sense of... loneliness.

"Queque... I still remember the way she looked at me when we were leaving. It was like she was connected to me by a thread... Do you think she was very lonely?"

The broadsword in his arms hummed: "Eyes can draw silk? Are you sure the so-called silk 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 laws of nature, but is what she did to others any different from the laws of nature? Isn't she also controlling others and treating all living things as her own? Does she care about what others think?"

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

"...This is your father's inner thought. I have a spiritual connection with him." Long Que said proudly: "Do you understand the gap between you and me now?"

"I don't know. I just know that he was venting his anger on me and didn't even care about your materials."

"That's because he had his own backup plan and knew he could get it!" The phantom of the girl with twin ponytails was so angry that she jumped out of the knife: "Why are you becoming less and less human after becoming a human? You were not like this before!"

"Lan Dao is uneducated and has such poor communication skills that I don't understand what you are saying."

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

The two girls, one human and one soul, soon started fighting each other.

Ling Ruoyu was unable to defeat Longque without Xinghe and was brutally suppressed. However, he quickly cheated and got hold of Xinghe, and suppressed Longque again.

The two girls panted and glared at each other. Long Que gnashed her teeth and said, "Just wait, I'll reforge it right away!"

“Hmph, I’m not afraid of you even if I’m reforged.” The girl let go of the sister, and the two of them lay on their backs on the observatory and looked at the sky, neither speaking for a while.

Even though the sisters fight, they are still best friends who have been in the ring together since childhood.

After a long while, Ling Ruoyu said hesitantly: "Mom is not that bad."

Long Que lay sprawled in the moonlight, and said lazily, "Why are you saying anything good 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 who scooped you out and forged 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 another day. Later, Dad... well, after Master found me, she began to guide Master from the direction of Blood Evil to the direction of Star River, which meant that she wanted Master to help forge the sword. If it weren't for me, I'm afraid Master would have continued to follow the path of Blood Evil."

Long Que asked curiously, "Why are you calling me Grandmaster again? I think your father is quite easy to call me."

"That's what we agreed on. You call me dad in front of her, but call me grandmaster in normal times..."

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

"Because they are not parents in the conventional sense, it's very embarrassing." Ling Ruoyu said weakly: "If that's the case, are you the child of him and Xia Longyuan?"

Long Que trembled for a moment, and then angrily said, "No! You mean the combination of the two of them, which is inherited from Ye Wuming to Zhao Changhe, but I am not. Originally, Long Que only had a hidden spirituality, and did not have a human-shaped sword spirit. I was born because of Zhao Changhe, and I am 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 around and looked at her, and felt that she was definitely not. Anyway, ever since Xinghe met Longque, this guy has nothing to do with the word "emperor". He is just a fool.

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.

So it is time for Longque to be reforged... The current level is indeed insufficient. Ling Ruoyu was a little curious when thinking about it: "If you are reforged again, will your appearance change?"

"…The sword's intention will change, but its appearance will not. Just like the sword's appearance, it will never change again."

"Even your size hasn't changed. Are you still this small?"

"How am I small?" Longque jumped up: "I'm bigger than you!"

Ling Ruoyu glanced at Long Que's chest, her eyes were hard to describe. I'm average, and you seem to be about the same, not that big... It's hard to be a sister.

Long Que understood her look and covered his chest in grief and anger: "Why do you keep talking about me? Aren't you talking about your parents?"

Ling Ruoyu was silent for a moment, and whispered: "I just don't know how to talk about her, so I changed the subject... Anyway, would you think that the master is your father?"

Long Que thought for a long time and said, "No. He used to try to get me to call him dad, but I won't do that, you stinky bastard."

"Then I said they are not parents in the conventional sense, what do you object to?"

"…Do you need a reason for me to object?"

Ling Ruoyu was both angry and amused, but she didn't have the energy to argue with Long Que. She just sighed, "Even though I know this, when I see the way she looks at me, I still feel weird and a little sad... Que Que, do you feel the same way?"

Long Que thought for a while, and could only imagine what Zhao Changhe would look like if he was snatched away by someone else. 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 forged, she had not lost contact, and I didn't see her show any special feelings for you. She didn't cherish you even when she was by her side, and now you are pretending to be a mother and daughter..."

"I don't know..." Ling Ruoyu sat up, rested her chin on her knees, hugged her knees and muttered to herself: "I always think, it would be better if she is not alone in heaven, then they can all be together...why doesn't she?"

Why wouldn’t she…

Ye Wuming watched the conversation of the little girls steadily, his eyes dim. The world only saw the night sky was covered with clouds, and it was difficult to see the heart of the sky.

Long Que eagerly urged: "Do you want to add some code to them?"

Ling Ruoyu was stunned: "How? Are we going to use aphrodisiacs like in the human world? It won't work on them."

"..." Long Que was shocked: "How can you be a human being? Is this all you see when you are in the world?"

Ling Ruoyu said angrily, "I travel the world for combat experience, not these things... You know so much, then why don't you come up with an innovative idea?" Long Que stretched out his index and middle fingers to touch the illusory 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, imitate her handwriting and send Lao Zhao a love letter to break her stubborn attitude of wanting to save face."

Ling Ruoyu blinked her eyes, and inexplicably felt that it made sense: "But I've never seen her handwriting."

Long Que put his hands on his hips and said, "Idiot. You haven't seen it, but has Old Zhao seen it?"

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's meaning. Isn't this your specialty?"

Ye Wuming crossed his arms and watched the two kids plotting in front of him, tilting his head in silence.

Who are you talking about, idiot... You haven't learned a single bit of the sinister tactics that your master has been scheming in his heart.

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

Ye Wuming’s gaze was fixed on Ling Ruoyu… Little girl, would you really do this?
Ling Ruoyu hadn't thought it through yet, and she grabbed her hair in distress, her hair was a mess.

I shouldn't have asked Queque to be my military advisor. His ideas are so weird and I don't know if they will be of any use...

…………

Over there, Zhao Changhe didn't care about the weather changes or the children's conspiracy. He just held the pregnant Chi Chi in his arms and had a good rest for the night.

It is not only a chance to accompany my wife and children, but also a time for me to calm down and adjust myself.

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

Reforging the Dragon Bird was a very solemn matter for Zhao Changhe. Zhao Changhe did not attach as much importance to this sword that had accompanied him from the fourth level of Xuanguan to today as it seemed. He felt a little tired when he came back that night, so he rested for a night and faced this matter in the best condition.

As a result, when I got up the next morning and went to the observatory, I saw Ling Ruoyu holding Longque, and the two little girls were sleeping soundly.

How can I describe that scene... It was so cute, it made my heart soften.

I'm really old... This thought flashed through Zhao Changhe's mind. He squatted down and lightly tapped the handle of the Dragon Bird Sword beside him.

The girl with twin ponytails sat up sleepily and said, "Who hit me?"

Then he saw Zhao Changhe and woke up with a start: "Are you going to hit me?"

What you said... Zhao Changhe said unhappily: "Check your body first."

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

Zhao Changhe: "..."

I thought Ling Ruoyu was going to call her a pervert, but unexpectedly she said, "Master, do you want me to help hold down the sparrow? I have experience."

Zhao Changhe felt that these two kids had been raised in a wrong way... How would they meet 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 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 had 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 invite her. Just shouting this out, the two concubines were already near the altar and would have heard it a long time ago...

As expected, just as he was thinking this, he saw two beams of light going straight into the ground. Huangfu Qing and Yuan Sanniang appeared beside Zhao Changhe at the same time, looking at Long Que lying on the forge: "Is this piece of star iron really enough? No other preparations are needed?"

Zhao Changhe said: "In theory, we can just add any external things, which means that the dragon bird is no longer just a thing of this world. The reason why I need this piece of star iron is that I want to remove some of the early forging things in the dragon bird's body and replace them with this. The dragon bird does not need the meaning of the galaxy, it only needs the purest destructive power as the representative of the 'force' in my martial arts. One sword breaks the void and cuts through 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 as good as my hand, how can I not have high expectations..."

Ling Ruoyu: "..."

"Also, just like the last time I forged the sword, the forging process is actually a step in my self-cultivation. When the Dragon Bird is reforged, my third level of the Imperial Realm will have reached its peak."

Longque put his hands on his hips while facing the sword, and almost flew up with joy.

This is called destiny connected, brotherhood.

Can the stupid Xinghe compare?
How could others know that the swords were competing with each other? Huangfu Qing was asking: "How can we help you this time?"

"The original ground fire temperature is definitely not enough. I need your flame... Oh, by the way, how was the Samadhi True Fire yesterday?"

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

"That day won't be far away..." Zhao Changhe carefully placed the dragon bird into the forge and guided the earth fire to rise. "I will mainly use my mind to expel the materials I don't need from the dragon bird's body. Sanniang will help me smelt this piece of star iron."

Sanniang rubbed the star iron with her hands and asked with a smile, "Do you think this counts as us becoming Longque's mother for once?"

Zhao Changhe laughed dumbly: "You always are."

Sanniang smiled, threw the star iron into the flames, and closed her eyes to guide it.

Zhao Changhe also closed his eyes.

Recasting the Dragon Bird not only means upgrading the weapon, but also marks the end point of the third level of his own control 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 would be the day when she, Ye Wuming, could no longer suppress Zhao Changhe.

Will she watch and even lend a helping hand for the sake of the greater good, or will she try to interfere and prevent herself from growing too quickly?

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

The weapon spirit had no sense of pain, but began to feel weak.

There was a feeling of being drained of strength, the eyelids of the girl with twin ponytails began to twitch, and her figure became increasingly faint.

She knew she couldn't sleep. If she woke up, she might not be herself anymore, but a new sword spirit. She had to hold on and continue her will during the period when the sword was no longer a sword. This was also her practice, the process of transformation.

This process is integrated with the master's will, and the "pure force" implemented by Zhao Changhe will also be combined 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 cutting through the void, the arrogance and pride of breaking through all laws, everything seen before the eyes is mixed with the tyranny and arrogance of the mixed fish, from man to sword, from sword to man, all are connected.

There is no such thing as a female little bird. Her character is nothing more than an honest reflection of Zhao Changhe himself... coupled with the various tsundere, lively, majestic, heroic, lazy and loyal personalities of the aunts, a common spirit was nurtured.

The fading figure of the loli with twin ponytails gradually became solid again, as heavy as if she had a flesh and blood body. At this moment, Zhao Changhe's arms bulged as he swung the hammer, and in his knotted muscles, an unparalleled power was surging.

(End of this chapter)