book of troubled times

Chapter 899: The Hidden Cause and Effect of the Sword Emperor

Chapter 899: The Hidden Cause and Effect of the Sword Emperor

On the top of the snowy mountain, there is an unknown grave.

No one visits the grave, and the tombstone is covered with snow.

Zhao Changhe and Sisi stood hand in hand in front of the tomb and watched silently for a while. They really didn't have any bad feelings towards the Sword Emperor. After all, his appearance was as fleeting as a meteor and left no trace. On the contrary, his swordsmanship was of great help in the early stage. The layered and wave-like Qi gathering method also laid the foundation for Zhao Changhe's unstoppable momentum in swordsmanship.

After being in the martial arts world, he has learned from hundreds of masters, and all of them have more or less a sense of kinship, so the hatred is becoming less and less.

In other words, the Sword Emperor himself had little presence in Zhao Changhe's life, but his lineage was an old friend in Zhao Changhe's cultivation. Listening Snow Tower had been entangled with Zhao Changhe since his debut, and although it had never caused any harm to Zhao Changhe, in fact, he had been running away many times to avoid them, which was still a lot of trouble, and his early experience was also closely related to them.

Now that his bones are buried on the snowy peak, it seems to live up to the name of Tingxue.

This lineage of cultivation is very special, from Han Wubing to Shi Wuding to Xue Xiao to Jian Huang, they control and plunder layer by layer, making them like insects, not swordsmen at all. From this, it can be inferred that Tiandao should be a demon cultivator in the world of cultivation, and this kind of cultivation is definitely not upright.

Zhao Changhe squatted down, brushed off the snow on the stele, and reached out to carve two lines of words on the nameless stele: "The Tomb of the Ancient Sword Emperor. Ji Changhe and Sisi's fate."

He said, "Since it's a memorial for you and me, then let's remember it. They won't be unhappy about it. Now everyone is less angry."

Sisi looked at the words happily and said with a smile: "I'll listen to you."

Zhao Changhe stood up and held Sisi's hand again. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly said "Huh".

Sisi was also stunned, and ancient scenes appeared in both of their minds at the same time, just like what they had seen in the heavenly book before, above the vast land, an old man was swinging a sword.

One horizontally and one vertically.

Horizontally, it judges the heaven and earth; vertically, it cuts through the universe.

Is this the residual will of the Sword Emperor left before his death, which appeared after sensing the kindness of the two people?

What I saw this time was more intuitive than the Heavenly Book VR at the beginning. The Heavenly Book was just a simulation, and you still needed to learn it by yourself, but this time it seemed to reach the sea of ​​consciousness directly, like an enlightenment and transmission of power.

I don’t know what Sisi feels, but Zhao Changhe feels that this means a lot to him.

What were you doing just a few hours ago? Forging the Dragon Bird, using the Void-breaking Star Iron, which means to cut through the void. But that is the attribute of the Dragon Bird. Zhao Changhe doesn't have this trick, and he can't bless the Dragon Bird to achieve the best effect.

I want to seek a way to break through to the other side, but I feel that Jiuyou is not suitable for me, because what I want to find in my heart is the way to destruction, not creation... Now this is a pillow delivered to my door...

This horizontal and vertical line may not be a sword, but may also be a knife!

Zhao Changhe's heart was moved, and he suddenly reached out to grab the dragon bird, but it was empty. Then he remembered that Ling Ruoyu was sent away by him to play soy sauce, and the dragon bird was hugging her...

Zhao Changhe shook his head and laughed, then suddenly put his palms together like a knife and slashed from a distance.

An invisible sword energy suddenly slashed out, crossing tens of thousands of miles and slashing at the end of heaven and earth.

"Swoosh!" A mountain peak in the distance was cut off, but it still stood on the mountain, seemingly unchanged.

Slowly, the top of the mountain shattered into powder and dissipated into the void.

Sisi looked at Zhao Changhe in surprise. He didn’t even use a knife to make this move... Is his current strength so terrifying?
Zhao Changhe shook his head slightly and looked down at the edge of his palm: "It can only be regarded as an improvement in skills. It is very helpful for me to find the final blow... I still haven't found the key in realm... But I have a slight feeling..."

Sisi scratched her head, but what she scratched was the Miaojiang's iconic dazzling pearl crown.

Zhao Changhe laughed and rubbed her face with his hands: "Why are you acting cute again?"

Sisi snorted, "I don't understand your practice anymore. Forget it. I don't care. My control is enough. I won't be needed in the battle anyway. I just need to be beautiful."

Compared to Yangyang who didn't even know what he was controlling, Sisi was very clear that she was a wind controller, but she practiced step by step and has been in a normal wind controller until now.

"Of course my maid is responsible for being pretty." Zhao Changhe held her face and kissed her gently, and said with a smile: "Speaking of which, after the Spirit Tribe Secret Realm disappears, can those exotic beasts still be raised?"

"The water and soil are different, so we can't raise them anymore... There are only ordinary beasts in the world now. In addition, the spirit control techniques we practiced before, such as drawing beast power into the body, have been abandoned, but the beast control method is still being practiced, which is quite useful. In addition, the poisonous insects are abandoned, but the witchcraft curses are still being practiced."

Zhao Changhe nodded: "Of course it is so. It is also a unique feature from the Middle Earth. It would be a pity to abandon it."

Sisi asked, "What was the sword intent just now?"

Zhao Changhe's gaze fell back on the tombstone. After a moment's silence, he whispered, "The Sword Emperor is not a self-generated demon god from this world. He was created by Heaven, and his origin is different from everyone else's. But in the final analysis, he is also an independent being, not a clone of Heaven. He has his own ideas and practices. That horizontal and vertical line are not Heaven's skills, but the Sword Emperor's own. At the last moment, he also glimpsed the origin."

Sisi turned her head and looked at his profile. For Sisi's level of practice, she actually couldn't understand the meaning of what Zhao Changhe said, but it didn't matter. As long as she was by his side and listened to him talking, she felt at peace.

Zhao Changhe was of course not discussing cultivation with her, he was just sorting out his own thoughts: "If it weren't for the interference of Heaven, the Sword Emperor's sword would have rebelled in the end. As for the artistic conception of the setting sun, is it because he knew that the enemy was Ye Wuming? I don't think so. He left the ordinary inheritance in the suspicious tomb, but left the final intention outside. In his heart, he actually hoped to avoid being known by Heaven and have someone to inherit in the future. Fortunately, the one who inherited this intention was Hong Ling. When he met Hong Ling in Kunlun at that time, his sword test should have been from the heart."

Sisi asked, "Are you saying that his death thirty years ago was a deliberate act of cutting himself off from the world?"

"Maybe... In that battle, his destructive power didn't seem to have reached this level, so he most likely held back... If that's the case, the inheritance we're receiving now is the nail that the Sword Emperor planted for the Heavenly Dao." Zhao Changhe sighed softly, "Sure enough, he was able to reach the third place in the rank of Demon God, higher than Piaomiao, and he was not an easy person to deal with. The Heavenly Dao always wants to control these heroes, but it will eventually be backfired."

Sisi said, "If I don't prepare a cenotaph for him, then it will be gone."

"This is the fate you deserve for your kindness... although it seems like I got it too cheap?"

"You're the one who engraved the words..." Sisi was in a good mood and said with a smile, "Why are we still dividing who owns whom?"

Zhao Changhe smiled slightly and bowed to the tombstone again.

Sisi also bowed, and the husband followed suit.

The breeze blew across the tombstone, as if in return of a gift.

The cause and effect of the Sword Emperor’s Tomb back then came to an end.

"Let's go." Zhao Changhe took Sisi's arm and said, "Take me to see Dali today."

…………

While they were worshipping the Sword Emperor to settle the cause and effect here, Ling Ruoyu, who was just there to watch, was strolling around with Dragon Bird in her arms. The completely different style from that of the Middle-earth made the little girl very happy.

I've been here before when I was a galaxy, but not only am I vaguely aware of the local customs and practices when I was a sword. Only now am I interested in them.

Even Longque. Ling Ruoyu was carrying the big door, and a phantom of a loli with twin ponytails appeared. She openly lay on her back and let her carry her. She also looked around curiously: "I've been here so many times, but I never noticed that this place is quite fun."

"Can you get off my back before you talk?"

"You were the one who carried me on your back."

"I'm carrying a knife. It would be weird to carry a person on my back. It's like carrying your wife. Hide behind the knife and I'll talk to you."

"Anyway, ordinary people can't see me, so who would know that you are carrying your wife... No, I'm not your wife, you are my wife."

"If you don't hide back in the knife, I'll assume you're my wife."

The dragon bird slid back into the knife, and Ling Ruoyu breathed a sigh of relief, feeling much more normal.

Although in essence it seems that he is still carrying Longque on his back, just like carrying his wife.

It is said that even though this pair is now human, they are made of swords. At least they are not very interested in human dress and food, but are particularly sensitive to things related to fighting and cultivation. Not long after walking around, they found an altar by the Erhai Lake. The surrounding area was full of traces of witchcraft that was very different from that of the Middle Earth. The entire range of witchcraft was vast, about ten miles in radius. Ling Ruoyu knew at a glance that this should be the place where the aunts said that witchcraft was used to trace the way of heaven. The little girl immediately ran to see it curiously with her wife on her back.

As a result, he was stopped outside: "This is a witchcraft area, no outsiders allowed in."

Long Que translated for Ling Ruoyu: "We don't sell soy sauce here."

Ling Ruoyu gritted her teeth: "Shut up."

Guard: "Wow, you dare to tell us to shut up, where did you come from, little girl!"

"..." Ling Ruoyu retreated and ran away, making a detour, trying to climb over the wall from an empty place nearby.

As a result, as soon as I turned over, I immediately felt a special force coming, and I couldn't help but age rapidly.

This is a witchcraft curse that can make people age, but the first thing Ling Ruoyu felt was that the bear felt a little swollen and painful, and then it became slightly larger visibly.

If the master or parents were here, they might teach her earnestly and tell her that this is called growth. But the little girl didn't know this. She was so frightened that her face turned pale. She was more frightened than when she turned into a rabbit in the Hero Pavilion: "Queque, save me!"

Longque poked his head out, speaking with jealousy: "Isn't this a good thing? Who is helping you so much? Oh, that's not right..."

It seemed that Ling Ruoyu had not only grown bigger but also a little taller. The face of that young girl had vaguely turned into a charming young woman, and she looked more and more like Ye Wuming.

Longque also opened his eyes wide in fear: "Help!"

Poor Yidao and Yijian, neither of them knew how to play with these things, and they had no idea what to do with them for a moment, and this time they spilled the soy sauce.

Soon, a voice could be heard from the surroundings: "Prime Minister Tang is here for inspection today, and there is a spy spying here! Catch him!"

Ling Ruoyu shouted: "Prime Minister Tang is my aunt!"

"I think you look older than Prime Minister Tang, take me down!"

Ling Ruoyu: "..."

In fact, if you saw Prime Minister Tang’s nephew, you would think so too.

No, I don’t want to be that old… Help!
"Looking like this...you are not Ye Wuming? Why are you here..." Tang Wanzhuang's voice came from a distance, approaching quickly: "Everyone, retreat, you are no match for her."

The guard stepped back and looked at Ling Ruoyu with dissatisfaction. This woman was about to cry. Was she as strong as Prime Minister Tang said?
Ling Ruoyu looked at Tang Wanzhuang who was flying in the air with tears in her eyes. She had never thought that Prime Minister Tang was so beautiful: "Aunt, save me."

Tang Wanzhuang almost stumbled: "Ruoyu?"

Yes, with so many dragon birds on her back, it must be Ruoyu. Tang Wanzhuang held her up with a smile and said, "It turns out that you were hit by witchcraft... There are many types of witchcraft protections superimposed here, but I didn't expect that you were hit by this one."

Ling Ruoyu felt that her wrinkles were popping up and she almost cried out: "Can you solve it?"

"Witchcraft is essentially a kind of energy effect. Before you enter the realm of control, you can't tell the difference, but after you enter the realm of control, it becomes much clearer." Tang Wanzhuang stretched out her hand and pressed on Ling Ruoyu's forehead, injecting cool and refreshing true energy into him.

Ling Ruoyu soon felt herself return to her youthful beauty and let out a long sigh.

I accidentally looked down and found that the breasts that had grown so hard were gone... I was heartbroken.

Longque also breathed a sigh of relief and everyone was still at the same starting point.

Seeing the little girl's expression, Tang Wanzhuang laughed out loud: "Why, you miss what happened just now?"

"That other thing is not good, this place is good..."

"This is a good thing, it proves that you are just a little late in development..." Tang Wanzhuang said meaningfully: "In the future, as you grow older, this part can also grow. It's not like some people who just grow like that."

Some people refer to the current emperor. It is difficult for loyal ministers and Han ministers to speak directly.

Ling Ruoyu was delighted: "Thank you, Auntie."

Tang Wanzhuang sighed: "But the way you looked just now, I really thought I saw Ye Wuming. You are far away in the capital, how come you are here all of a sudden?"

"My master brought him here. Who did he and Aunt Sisi go to worship?"

"So...what are you here for?"

Ling Ruoyu's heart moved, and she looked around. There was no one around, so she lowered her voice and said, "I actually came here specially to look for my aunt."

Tang Wanzhuang was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "Why are you looking for me?"

"If I say I want to bring my parents together...will my aunt be angry?"

"Why should I be angry? This is a good thing..." Tang Wanzhuang was aroused by what was said: "How do you plan to bring them together?"

Sure enough, Queque's judgment was correct. Aunt Tang only knew how to tie women to the bed for her master.

"I plan to write a love letter to Dad in my mother's handwriting... I should be able to imitate my mother's handwriting, but we don't know how to word the letter..."

Tang Wanzhuang stroked her forehead in silence. I thought you had some fair and aboveboard method, so you could just say it directly. But it turned out to be this method. What's the point of saying it like this... Ye Wuming peeks into the world. She observes and writes lists for any fights between newcomers and rookies. As her daughter, I'm afraid half of her energy is spent on spying on you. Aren't these words a conspiracy in front of you? No matter what you write, Ye Wuming will turn the letter to ashes the next moment.

But on second thought, this can also be a test to see how I write.

As long as what is written does not make Ye Wuming feel embarrassed, what will be Ye Wuming's attitude if it is a relatively normal marriage proposal?

Will it turn to ashes directly, or will it hesitate?
You can really give it a try.

Thinking of this, Tang Wanzhuang took out the graphite pen and note paper she carried with her for sketching instructions and handed them to Ling Ruoyu, whispering in her ear: "Just write like this..."

Ye Wuming had been listening with his ears perked up, but at this moment, Zhao Changhe put his palms together as a knife and slashed at the junction of heaven and earth.

Ye Wuming suddenly stared at the desolate appearance of the mountain and felt somewhat moved.

It turns out that the Sword Emperor still has some sword intent left, which can actually avoid his detection... This cause and effect is truly bizarre.

What made people even more excited was that Zhao Changhe actually found a key to the other side here. You know, the Sword Emperor himself didn't have this level, but the stones from other mountains helped Zhao Changhe sharpen his blade.

This stinky man's talent is really amazing. How can I shake a person from the earth so accurately...

Wait a minute, what did Tang Wanzhuang teach Ruoyu to write?

When Ye Wuming looked again, Ling Ruoyu had already hidden a note into the Galaxy Sword Space and could no longer be seen.

Ye Wuming was so angry that he almost vomited blood. Your mother taught you how to open the space inside the sword to carry clothes. Why don't you use it flexibly? To hide love letters? Or to write love letters to men for me!

Just as he was about to go over and grab the child's ears to ask her to hand him over, he saw Ling Ruoyu running towards the woman in red clothes happily: "Master, Master! Yu'er missed you so much..."

Looking at Ling Ruoyu throwing herself into Yue Hongling's arms like a young swallow, Ye Wuming bit his lower lip and finally did not go out to show his face.

Forget it... When this little bitch hands it to Zhao Changhe, I will have to take it out eventually. Once it's turned to ashes the moment I take it out, it will be over. There's no need to rush.

(End of this chapter)

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