book of troubled times

Chapter 881 Xinghe just grew up

Zhao Changhe and Yue Hongling had gone through so many experiences that they could almost see at a glance that the little girl's words were just an excuse.

She was actually spying on her master and master to see if they were doing something embarrassing, and when she was caught, she casually used the dragon bird to top the vat.

By the way, what are you spying on? Didn't you see enough in the sword when you were Xinghe? I have really seen everything... Thinking of this, Zhao Changhe's face turned a little green. In the past, he had looked down on others, which led to a series of problems. He never thought that there were actually two girls who looked down on him from beginning to end. Light, how do you calculate this?
Yue Hongling's face turned blue and white. She was so majestic and cool when she was a master, but when Ling Ruoyu remembered the memory of Xinghe, she felt so embarrassed.

I've played in all the positions, and I've also done it with others, Xinghe watched the whole process.

It didn't matter when it was a sword, but it didn't matter when she became her apprentice for more than ten years...

Yue Hongling really wanted to go back to Huangfu Qing and exchange her thoughts on social death. How did she get through it when Xia Chichi discovered that Suzaku was Huangfu Qing...

"Yu'er..." Yue Hongling said with a straight face.

Listening to Master's unkind tone, Ling Ruoyu was frightened: "Master, Master..."

"How did I teach you that my sisters should love each other, and you bury them in the ground?" Yue Hongling started to put on small shoes for his apprentice: "This is called fighting among the same disciples! Come here! Get ten marks!"

In fact, Ling Ruoyu didn't expect what the couple was thinking at all. She really just wanted to see how the proud and sassy master in her mind kissed a man. As for what she had seen before, she had basically forgotten... After all, Xinghe was a man at that time. With a sword, I can't understand the things between men and women at all. It's similar to the way humans feel when they see swords rubbing against each other. Who knew that even this requires wearing small shoes?

But now, as a human being, I have become curious about that matter, so I came to take a peek.

"Master doesn't want it..." Ling Ruoyu was about to cry but had no tears: "It was Longque who scolded me first...she scolded me in front of me all the way..."

"You won't scold her if she scolds you?"

"I can't scold you. Master said that warriors of my generation don't talk much if they can take action. Don't be imitated by some maids who are sharp-tongued but have no power of action. As a result, they have to wait... eh..." Ling Ruoyu's voice became smaller and smaller as he spoke, step by step. move back.

When Ling Ruoyu awakened Xinghe's memory, she once couldn't understand the master's words about chewing others behind their backs. Now she understood everything... and it was also corroborated with the experience of the previous two days, which was particularly understandable.

Yue Hongling's social death became more serious. It was a personal breakdown. She didn't dare to look at Zhao Changhe's expression next to her: "Ling! Ruo! Yu!"

Ling Ruoyu ran away, but how could he outrun his master? Yue Hongling chased after him and grabbed her apprentice Destiny's neck.

"Master, have mercy!" Ling Ruoyu struggled: "I have to go see if Longque is dead..."

The dragon bird will not die, I think you are about to die...

Zhao Changhe watched with his hands as Yue Hongling held down his disciple. The clear sound of spanking could be heard in the night sky. The little disciple was waving his hands and struggling, wanting to cry but without tears.

I always felt that it was not Longque nor Ling Ruoyu who was going to die, but Yue Hongling herself.

"Um...cough." Zhao Changhe finally stepped forward and hugged Yue Hongling's waist: "It's just a little girl playing around, what a big deal..."

Yue Hongling struggled: "I am a disciple and I want you to take care of me."

Zhao Changhe winked at Ling Ruoyu: "Run!"

Ling Ruoyu ran away in a flash.

Yue Hongling struggled: "Don't stop me..."

Zhao Changhe pressed her against the tree trunk and got a little closer.

Yue Hongling's voice disappeared immediately, leaving only her rising and falling chest and her red face.

Zhao Changhe laughed out loud: "Sister..."

Yue Hongling tilted her head: "The character is broken. It's up to you whether you want to kill him or cut him into pieces."

No matter what, Zhao Changhe thought that Hong Ling was so cute, so he lowered his head and kissed her. Yue Hongling's eyelashes trembled and she closed her eyes and greeted her politely.

What kind of loner and sassy heroine... When a woman brings a child, she will only focus all her thoughts on the man on the child. Isn’t the so-called gossipy heart full of everything around the man, and can’t help but leak out to the child? .

"Don't..." She didn't know how long they had been kissing. Yue Hongling panted slightly and pushed his chest gently: "The child is here..."

"Didn't she already go to make soy sauce? She won't be back so soon."

Longque likes to give it a new nickname: Soy Sauce.

Yue Hongling was angry and funny. She put her hand on his lips and said, "Everyone is here today. Do you really want to sneak away with me here? If they catch me later, I will still be embarrassed."

Zhao Changhe said: "I don't want it."

Yue Hongling's feet quietly stepped on his and began to spin: "It doesn't matter whether you want it or not. We haven't forgiven you easily. Whoever runs away with you is a dog. You can slowly bear with everyone's anger for a while."

Zhao Changhe held in the pain and said nothing. Speaking of this, I felt seven or eight times guilty. To be honest, I really didn’t expect to be away from each other for thirty years all of a sudden. Thinking about it, you can see how much resentment everyone has in their hearts. This anger can be vented, even if everyone ignores him. There was nothing to say for a year and a half.

"Okay, okay." Yue Hongling curled her lips and said: "Today, if we want to say who has suffered the greatest psychological impact, it is Yu'er, not you and me. If someone abandons his wife and children, it is not just his wife who has to explain, but also Child. Don’t you want to say anything to Yu’er?”

Weren't you the one who beat her the hardest just now? Now she has become a good teacher and loving mother... But the protagonist of this matter is Ling Ruoyu. The reason why Jiuyou said that the person Zhao Changhe wanted to talk to most was Hong Ling was because Hong Ling was the biggest creator of Ling Ruoyu's whole story. Ling Ruoyu's mind was probably a little confused at this time. She didn't even know whether she should count Ling Ruoyu or Xinghe. That's why she came to peek just now. The essence was to see that the parents felt at ease.

It's disappointing that two adults really don't care and eat here.

Yue Hongling said: "Xinghe is your sword. It's mostly a joke to say you are her father. In essence, you are her caster and master. What she needs now is your opinion, not mine. I will first Go to them for a drink, and you and Xinghe can have a good talk."

Zhao Changhe nodded, Yue Hongling floated away, and Zhao Changhe ducked into the forest where Ling Ruoyu and Long Que were.

When I looked over, I saw that Longque had been buried in the soil, leaving only the handle of the knife exposed, just like a little girl who was buried with her butt exposed and struggling: "Xinghe! Remember this!"

Ling Ruoyu squatted down, reached out and flicked the handle of the knife, making a buzzing and trembling sound: "Tell me, who is the bastard?"

Longque would rather die than surrender: "Zhaoyu, do you only have this much strength?"

Ling Ruoyu poked the handle of the knife.

Longque continued: "You also said that Xinghe is not only capable of poking people in the eyes, what are you doing..."

Ling Ruoyu said: "I will bury you in the mud. In fact, the mud can be replaced by something else..."

Longque finally began to struggle: "Xinghe, you dare!"

"Xinghe doesn't dare, but Ling Ruoyu dares." Ling Ruoyu put her hands on her hips: "Xinghe has no one to support him, but Ling Ruoyu does."

Dragon Bird: "Sure enough, he became evil after becoming a human."

Zhao Changhe listened thoughtfully to these conversations.

There was also a little surprise in my heart. I thought Ling Ruoyu said that he buried Longque casually, but I didn't expect it to be true. Can Ling Ruoyu really beat Longque? Doesn't it know that it was wronged by you?

Zhao Changhe couldn't help coughing dryly, and interrupted Ling Ruoyu's enthusiastic bullying of Longque: "Ahem... Ruoyu."

Ling Ruoyu jumped in fright, turned around and smiled: "Master, Master..."

Who did you learn the pink-cut and black looks of these two-faced people? Are you very familiar with Chief Cui? Zhao Changhe complained in his heart and asked: "Can you really beat the dragon bird?"

The little girl scratched her head and said, "I can beat him. As long as I hold the galaxy and the energy is integrated, I won't be at the first level of the secret treasure."

I originally thought that Ling Ruoyu couldn't keep up with his cultivation, and that the little girl couldn't exert much combat power with an empty Galaxy Sword. But now it seems that everyone thought wrong.

The rank of Xinghe is already higher than that of Longque. If Ling Ruoyu and Xinghe were one, not only would their energy be stronger than Longque's, but they would also be controlled by warriors. Of course, they would be much stronger than Longque's self-discipline. Longque really couldn't beat her. The combined effect of the two may be three times stronger than the original Galaxy. The only flaw is that she must hold the Galaxy in her hand. Once the two are separated, she will instantly turn into a hidden first-level Karami and a soulless empty shell, falling from the sky to the ground.

Zhao Changhe rubbed his chin and thought. Speaking of which, everyone doesn't really need such a combat power. The main reason is that if this form stands in front of Ye Wuming, the impact will be different from that of a sword, and it is also different from the sword spirit. How would Wuming feel when he saw Ling Ruoyu like this that night?
Seeing Zhao Changhe thinking, Ling Ruoyu thought it was because he was angry and beat the dragon bird, so he dug it out and handed it over with a smile: "Master, your knife."

Zhao Changhe subconsciously took the knife, and the twin-ponytail loli was rolling in the knife: "I don't accept it, I also want to reforge!"

Zhao Changhe came back to his senses and said with a smile: "You also want to become like Ruo Yu? Come out of the knife?"

Longque said: "I don't want to. I am just a knife, why should I turn into a human being? I don't want my body to become an empty shell."

By the way, if the dragon bird blade turns into an empty shell, is it called Nestle...

Zhao Changhe had a nonsensical thought and asked, "If you don't want to end up like that, what are your plans?"

Longque said: "I want to advance myself. Just like you training, I also need to train. My material is not as good as that of Death Galaxy, so I am naturally one level lower than her. It's your preference, and I don't accept it."

Zhao Changhe smiled: "Okay, I'll give you some exercise."

Long Que became happy: "It's a deal."

In fact, Zhao Changhe had originally intended to re-forge Longque, which was also the final upgrade of combat readiness. But it's hard to say how to choose this material. It would be best not to use any materials from this world. I don't know if there is a real "meteorite from the sky", I have to ask. If it doesn't exist, should we break the boundary and go to other planes for a walk... Zhao Changhe is still a little guilty about this kind of thing. The most experienced person in the Three Realms is Ye Wuming.

Still can't get around her.

Forget it, let’s talk about it later. Zhao Changhe first put away the dragon bird and looked at Ling Ruoyu, who was a little nervous in front of him.

Suddenly it became a dark and windy night, with a man and a woman alone...but neither of them felt that way. Ling Ruoyu looked up at Zhao Changhe with complicated eyes.

When someone is around, of course Ling Ruoyu calls him "Master", and he will angrily say "I am your father". But once she entered this private communication atmosphere, she really didn't know what to call the person in front of her.

In essence, the master himself is the weapon that he forged with his own hands. The sword spirit recognizes the master and connects with the mind.

Most people treat weapons as weapons, even if they have spirits. No one will treat sword spirits and sword spirits as human beings, because everyone has different thinking and even the meaning of existence is different.

But he is very special. He has never regarded himself as his master. Whether it is to Longque or Xinghe, he is completely like his own child. Although he didn't communicate much, like a parent who didn't care much about his children, the communication was mutual. It wasn't that he didn't deliberately communicate more. It was just that Xinghe himself was an autistic and indifferent child at that time, and he didn't like to communicate. You can't completely blame him.

In terms of attitude, he is indeed treating his own children.

Xinghe will never forget that when Jiuyou was still an enemy and asked him for the Xinghe Sword, he said, "Xinghe is my daughter and will never give it to anyone else."

It is not an exaggeration to say that this sentence is spiritual enlightenment. Before this, Xinghe was completely like a sword, but after that, there was a subtle change.

What does it mean to re-cultivate as a human being now? Dad? Master? Or...master?
The girl looked up at him quietly, waiting for his answer. Can I still be considered his sword now?
Zhao Changhe tilted his head.

Ling Ruoyu was so affected that she turned to the other side.

Zhao Changhe straightened his head, and Ling Ruoyu also stood up straight.

Zhao Changhe suddenly laughed and broke the silence: "What, is there still a spiritual connection?"

Ling Ruoyu scratched his head: "No."

"Little traitor."

"No." Ling Ruoyu paused and whispered: "Do you... hope you can still communicate with each other?"

People cannot communicate with each other spiritually, being of the same mind is nothing more than lies, and the price of being of the same mind is endless troubles. Only a tool spirit that recognizes its owner can communicate spiritually with its owner without causing any future troubles.

If she still hopes to have spiritual communication, she must give up this human body, return to the sword spirit, and recognize her master again.

Like the dragon bird, it only wants to be a knife, and is proud of its status as a peerless sword. And does she, Xinghe, still want to be a sword? Does Zhao Changhe still want her to transform back into her original Xinghe with arms and fingers?

If he says he wants to...

But I heard Zhao Changhe say: "I just looked at it for a long time. Actually, I just wanted to see the familiar appearance of the galaxy... and then I found that if I look closely, there are shadows of Ye Wuming all over the facial features... I should have guessed it a long time ago."

Ling Ruoyu: "..."

"But I can still find some galactic feeling... When I looked at me silently just now, my eyes were wide open. The deep and quiet in those eyes was so galactic." Zhao Changhe suddenly reached out and pinched both sides of her face and pulled: "It would look more like it if it were rounder."

Ling Ruoyu: "?"

"Yes, I miss Xinghe and don't want to lose it. There was a period of time before when I was not in a good mood and felt that my Xinghe was gone..." Zhao Changhe pinched her face: "But now I find that Xinghe has always been there, he just grew up. ”

Ling Ruoyu's eyes became a little blurry.

So he just missed Xiao Xinghe. Isn't this a good thing...

"I'm sorry for missing these years when you grew up." Zhao Changhe let go of his hand and whispered: "Can you forgive me, dad? Dad will teach you personally in the future."

"You..." Ling Ruoyu had a little joy in his eyes.

The day and night of riding the wind and waves that he guided her around came to mind again, and she liked it very much. At that time, I always felt that I was fearless in overcoming obstacles. It turned out that subconsciously it was because he was behind me...

He seemed to like Xinghe's quiet and dull look. It doesn't matter, Longque also said that I am still a little dull now.

Little Xinghe just grew up.

The girl said with some difficulty: "But I, I can't scream."

"Then Master." Zhao Changhe said: "Let's have a small discussion?"

"what?"

"Just call daddy when you face Wuming Ye."

Ling Ruoyu bit her lower lip and said after a while: "Okay."

Long Que stuck his head out: "I said Long Que is Zhao Changhe's only right-hand man. Are you convinced now?"

Ling Ruoyu smiled apologetically: "I'm convinced, Queque is the best..."

Longque put her hands on her hips: "Turn around and stick your butt out."

Ling Ruoyu turned around aggrievedly, and a door roared towards him, about to hit a home run.

Zhao Changhe grabbed Longque and pulled him back. Longque failed to hit his butt, so he reluctantly stretched out a shadow of his foot from the knife to kick, but still missed.

Ling Ruoyu suddenly woke up and turned around: "No, why can't I be my right-hand man when I become a human? I, Ling Ruoyu, will also become my master's best right-hand man!"

The dragon bird made a "cut" sound, but the meaning was unclear.

Idiot, now that he has become a human, there are so many women around him. How many times do he have the time to look at you? Is he still a right-hand man, the Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara?
Only the sword is always by your side and an indispensable help. Xinghe was once the only competitor, and he was stupid.

Sure enough, the smartest one is the dragon bird.

(End of this chapter)