The Book of Troubled Times

Chapter 910 Habit becomes natural

Zhao Changhe and others occupied the magpie's nest and performed prostitution in the night palace for more than ten days.

 These ten days and nights have been filled with nameless pain and joy.

When they are not practicing together, Ye Wuming accompanies Ling Ruoyu to teach various laws, tell ancient stories, and talk about foreign experiences; the little girl helps the mother massage the discomfort of splitting the soul, and walks with the mother in the night palace, which is so good.

 Originally, Ye Wuming was still a little hesitant about "whether this is his daughter or not", but after getting along with her these days, Ye Wuming felt that he would fight anyone who competed with him for his daughter again.

Ye Wuming himself didn’t even realize that the attribute closest to him and Ye Jiuyou was not darkness and silence, but loneliness.

Back then, Ye Jiuyou also had a bunch of subordinates around him, such as the crooked melons and split dates, as well as countless corpse puppets and shadow beasts, which looked lively. But Ye Jiuyou had always only regarded them as tools and could not have any trust. Facts have proved that An Mie and others are also full of ghosts and traitors.

 She is always alone. For thousands of years, the loneliness of being alone in the abyss and looking at the mirror touched Zhao Changhe's heart.

He was sympathizing with the most terrifying demon in people's hearts, and giving her favor...The end result was that the demon's heart turned into a human being, and his heart was wrapped around his fingers. It's not that Zhao Changhe's skills in picking up girls have reached the top of the heaven list, but that the divine arrow fell from the sky, just at the time when Ye Jiuyou was about to become a mortal, right in the center of the softest and most needed place.

Ye Wuming seemed to have friends and subordinates around her, but in fact she was just like Ye Jiuyou...she never trusted them, and even destroyed them with her own hands.

Zhao Changhe said, you don’t care about the friendship of three years together, I do.

Ye Wuming may indeed not care...but no one has ever told her that he cares. Zhao Changhe said so many words, but he didn't know that what really broke his defense was such a simple sentence. What did this sentence mean under the premise of desperate rescue.

Seeing the people around Zhao Changhe enjoying themselves, Ye Wuming would not want to be one of them, but it would be hard to avoid comparing himself to himself. She brought Zhao Changhe, and she guided him throughout his journey of cultivation and creation. In the end, he was just an outsider, even an enemy.

They laughed and laughed, saying that they only deserve to live in a deserted night palace, with blue sea and blue sky, lonely and cold.

　　Then Ling Ruoyu appeared... His attributes were laid by her, his face was so similar to hers, and his aura fit so closely with hers. He snuggled into his arms, calling mother in a clear and foolish manner, and massaging his temples considerately.

 It is even difficult for others to understand that a being like Ye Wuming has lived for tens of millions of years, but only in the past ten days has he had an emotion called "happy", and has laughed more than he has in millions of years before.

 She has never been happy, only these days.

 But these days are also painful.

 After all, those dogs who do not practice together are very rare, and they spend most of their time practicing. There's nothing to say about this. Zhao Changhe's healing is indeed a top priority. Isn't it really possible for him to normally take a year to recover?

　　When Dan and Jiuyou were practicing together, it was a tragedy that she was nameless at night.

Only part of the soul returned to the body, and the main soul was still entangled in Ye Jiuyou's body. Every time Zhao Changhe did something with Ye Jiuyou, it was like doing it with her, Ye Wuming, experiencing all the feelings clearly and unmistakably, and reaching the peak with Jiuyou.

Ye Wuming tried to sleep in isolation, but Ye Jiuyou refused to let him go.

 Every time, he deliberately disturbed her soul and made her unable to enter trance. He insisted on letting her experience it.

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

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

You, Ye Jiuyou, are now the Heavenly Dao of this world. Can you please have some face?

Oh, by the way, Zhao Changhe and Tiandao do this. Does Zhao Cuo have a special term for this...Zhao Ritian?

　　The writer's mind started to get disconnected again. Ye Wuming could do nothing but enjoy himself in the misery. He could only roll his eyes in confusion due to the disconnected thoughts.

If it weren't for keeping Ruoyu, these bad guys and men would have been driven out long ago. For the sake of my daughter, the sacrifice is not small.

 …

"Master, you are here." Outside Ye Wuming's dormitory, Ling Ruoyu was trying out moves with Long Que. When he saw the visiting Zhao Changhe, he jumped up happily and greeted him affectionately.

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

 “It doesn’t matter, whatever you shout now is the same.”

 Zhao Changhe: "?"

 Actually, Zhao Changhe doesn’t have a very intuitive feeling about the nameless pain these days and nights.

Even though I knew in my heart that Ye Wuming’s soul was in Ye Jiuyou’s body, it was similar to Yangyang Piaomiao’s situation. But people's thinking is always affected by perception. Ye Wuming is holding back well in Ye Jiuyou's body, and he can't feel that there is another soul in Ye Jiuyou's body. In addition, there is another Ye Wuming's body here. If Yu's mother is a kind and filial daughter, it feels like two people are separated, so Zhao Changhe never felt that there was something wrong with Ye Wuming when he and Jiuyou were practicing dual cultivation.

These days, when he is not practicing dual cultivation, he comes to Ye Wuming from time to time, not to see Ye Wuming, but mainly to accompany Ruoyu and Longque.

He didn't quite understand Ling Ruoyu's words, and he didn't bother to think about it. He asked with a smile: "How about practicing the moves?"

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

Ling Ruoyu slapped the table: "How come I'm so stupid again! Mom said that except for my lack of strength, my imitation 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 outline. 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 these 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 it before. Tried them all…”

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

The dragon bird twitched twice and became silent.

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

He didn't pull it out for a long time, and 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 fortune for you?"

Longque: "?"

 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 have 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?

According to the current comparison of strength, the 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 a fight, but Zhao Changhe held them apart with one hand: "Does Ye Wuming really bully you every day?"

Longque 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 is counting 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: "Men are on the left and women are 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 was like in the past, a blind man who was pretending to be so.

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

Zhao Changhe smiled and said, "Isn't it okay?"

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

Zhao Changhe asked curiously: "What do you think?"

“Of course it’s my parents’ marriage. Can we, a 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 saying 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.

It was Ye Wuming who was in the palace who spoke up: "Don't be too ambitious. It would be good if you could figure out the friends around you. Is Zhao Changhe a person who can do calculations? Is it really that easy to calculate? Luo Chuan has already called in."

Ling Ruoyu said "Oh", quite disappointed.

Zhao Changhe felt a little sleepy when he heard Ye Wuming's voice. He was 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 fortune telling before, but not long after, I suddenly ran in and closed the door with a blushing face. I don't know if I am sick. The teacher will treat the illness. Can I go and have a look?"

 Zhao Changhe: “…”

 Ye Wuming will be sick, are you kidding me?

Ye Wuming was also shouting from 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 makes a straight stroke with his palms together like a knife.

The wall of space was shattered, 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 on the ground, his eyes immediately turned and he slowly backed away.

There was a huge bathtub in the center of the dormitory. Ye Wuming huddled in the tub with his head exposed, glaring at him with evil eyes.

"Well..." Zhao Changhe smiled apologetically: "I didn't expect you to take a bath here even if you have nothing to do... Why do you feel so tired after taking a bath..."

 Ye Wuming gnashed his teeth.

 What do you mean it's okay? You were having **** with Jiuyou just now, and I am also having **** here. There is something sticky and dripping, how can I not wash it?

 Why are you so confused? Why are you so miserable? I am still powerless now, but you are full of joy.

 So are you doing dual cultivation or taking supplements?

 The two of them were silent and looked at each other for a while. As their eyes flashed, scenes from a long time ago suddenly appeared in their minds.

I have forgotten the context...it seems to be at Cui's house or somewhere. Zhao Changhe was also lying in the bathtub, 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 was meaningless to Ye Wuming, just like looking at the stones on the roadside. No matter how embarrassed Zhao Changhe was, he couldn't stop her from coming and looking at her whenever she wanted. He could only say some silly words and ask her if she was old.

Now the world is reversed, Ye Wuming 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, but Ye Wuming said expressionlessly: “Have you seen enough?”

Zhao Changhe didn't back away and replied calmly: "It's not like I haven't seen it before. You look at mine and I look at yours. It's even."

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

"Yeah." Zhao Changhe said, "I originally planned to find you today."

 “What’s the matter?”

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

 The night was nameless and silent.

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

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

Actually, Ye Wuming feels that he is still a little worse, but at this moment, there is almost no need to make a choice. Even if he cannot reach the other side in this life, Ye Wuming does not want to continue to stay in Ye Jiuyou's body.

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

"Jiuyou has no problem... As the subject, she has the confidence to stay on the other side after you are separated." Zhao Changhe sighed: "But I have a problem."

 Ye Wuming said calmly: "Say."

“When you are separated, will our time living in the Night Palace end?”

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

 “After leaving... will you return to your former self?”

 Ye Wuming said: "Yu'er can come at any time and I will meet her in the lower world."

 “What about me?” Zhao Changhe asked.

 “What’s the matter with you?”

"If that's the case, I think it's better to separate later." Zhao Changhe took a step forward: "I haven't seen enough yet."

Ye Wuming was furious: "Anyway, I gave the Night Palace to you before, but you didn't want it! You can come as you please, what does it have to do with me!"

Zhao Changhe showed a smile: "Do you really want to separate?"

 “Bullshit.”

"You haven't figured it out yet. If you want to separate as soon as possible, you are asking me for help. Do you think you are begging for help now?"

Ye Wuming looked at him coldly without saying anything, with an expression that said whether he wanted to help or not.

Under her glare, Zhao Changhe walked step by step to the bucket, reached out and lifted her chin: "I'll give you one day to prepare and return the remnant soul of this body to its original form. Tomorrow night, the two bodies will be placed together. , I don’t want you to beg for help in a low voice, as long as you say it yourself, you are ready, come in. "

Ye Wuming didn't know if he had the nerve to say such shameful words. What made her feel even more frightened at this moment was that being touched by him again felt like she was used to it, as if her left hand was holding her right hand. The touch of his fingers has been felt countless times these days. Whether it is raising the chin or a more shameful posture, the soul has experienced it countless times when it was in Ye Jiuyou's body.

 Even being seen naked in the bathtub at this moment seems to be used to it, and there is no intention to cover it up.

 Habit is a terrible force.

 (End of this chapter)