book of troubled times

Chapter 922 You in My Dream
Everyone thought that Ye Wuming took Zhao Changhe to "Zhao Cuo", which was their own little secret place.

Not really.

No matter what method is used to achieve the time travel, the basic principle is that the farther away the destination is, the more energy it will take. At this moment, Ye Wuming will not waste his energy to travel to a place so far away from the earth.

My energy is wasted. What should I do if I can't beat him...

The two men held hands, understood each other's minds, and activated their magical powers at the same time.

The next moment, the two of them appeared together in a desolate mountain wilderness. It was a dark and windy day, with corpses and weapons scattered all over the ground.

Zhao Changhe stared at the surrounding scene in a trance, without saying a word for a long time.

This was the scene in my dream... In this desolate mountain and wilderness, a multi-party melee broke out, and the ground was littered with corpses. I was in the middle of it and didn't know who was friend or foe, so I could only grab the weapons scattered on the ground and hack around.

The broadsword he chose at that time was able to keep a group of people away with just one swing.

The fate of the broadsword has continued to this day. The dragon bird is screaming excitedly in his hand, and the blade still has traces of blood from cutting Luochuan's neck just now. The blood from the other side permeates the blade, exuding a faint divinity.

Year after year, the scene remains the same. The enchantress is right behind him, and her scent remains the same as before.

In fact, this is not a real scene... It was indeed a dream at the time. Ye Wuming invaded the sea of ​​consciousness with his soul and created the scene in the sea of ​​consciousness. The so-called multiple parties in the melee are actually the entry level of different martial arts. One is to test the different martial arts talents and suitability of the selected ones, and the other is to test the battle sense and perseverance of the selected ones.

The seemingly simple test actually screened out a lot of people. Talent is something that is rare, and willpower is something that is easier said than done.

There are all kinds of weapons on the ground. It depends on which one the chosen person will choose. It is also a part of calculating luck and observing martial arts, just like drawing lots for a child.

Zhao Changhe chose the most violent type, and directly used his full strength to defeat thousands of troops. Just like his heroic and brave personality.

This style of fighting is easy to get hurt, and it is also easy to be hurt from behind. Every time she backstabs and sneak attacks, she is actually reminding Zhao Changhe that this style of fighting is not good.

Just like him, he is too strong-willed and too loyal. Once he is backstabbed, his entire business may collapse.

However, he was very lucky... From beginning to end, he never got betrayed. Or maybe it was not just luck, but he was sincere to others, so he had friends all over the world and beautiful women everywhere. In the end, he took on the weight of the three realms and brought the war that lasted for two epochs to an end.

Although Ye Wuming created all these, he was not in the mood to construct the scene, whether it was a wilderness, a mountain forest, or a city battle, let alone arrange whether it was day or night, how high the mountain was, how deep the water was. These were based on Zhao Changhe's own dreams, and whatever he dreamed of was what it was.

Even with Ye Wuming's previous abilities, he was unable to make this illusory scene in his dream materialize, but now he can barely do it... But in order to make it materialize, Zhao Changhe himself needs to cooperate, trace back and extract the illusion in his dream and restore it.

So the two of them worked together to complete a small "creation" act, which was a newly created small space.

Seeing Zhao Changhe turning his head and looking around, Ye Wuming sighed lightly.

Just now Zhao Changhe was still saying, "Do you and I have any tacit understanding?" You said whether there is a tacit understanding... The two of them never said that they would fight in a different place, but they completed a small creation at the same time. Ye Wuming didn't know when he and Zhao Changhe had such a tacit understanding, and it was so coincidental... But it was obvious that this was the first place where the two met and the beginning of their grievances.

Zhao Changhe had his back to her the whole time. He looked at her for a long time before he asked softly, "Why did you choose students at that time? You should have gone to the army to find someone."

Ye Wuming said: "Of course I looked for teenagers, they are very adaptable... but I was never satisfied. The first time I tried to find a college student, I found you."

Zhao Changhe suddenly smiled: "Is it fate?"

Ye Wuming responded calmly but affirmatively: "Of course it counts."

Zhao Changhe finally turned to look at her, and Ye Wuming looked at him calmly.

There seemed to be no trace of Zhao Changhe in those deep pupils.

Zhao Changhe's eyes moved slightly, and he finally raised his broadsword: "My so-called injury has actually healed... I have a strong recovery ability, and Chi Chi has been secretly treating me just now."

Ye Wuming said: "Why don't you continue to pretend? Showing weakness to the enemy and then suddenly killing him, isn't that your usual trick? You were using it just now."

Zhao Changhe said: "In the martial arts world, victory is determined by life and death... No matter what method is used, survival is the most important thing. The Book of Chaos also recognizes this, doesn't it?"

The night was nameless and silent.

Zhao Changhe smiled and said, "But let's not talk about this between you and me."

Ye Wuming had a blank expression on his face: "What's so special between you and me?"

Zhao Changhe smiled and said, "At least if I catch someone by some trick, I won't let him go easily."

Ye Wuming's heart skipped a beat and his face felt a little hot.

Previously, I was pressed down and used as a mattress, and I was touched everywhere and even kissed, but it was not as embarrassing and humiliating as being captured twice just now. After all, I couldn't move at that time, and I had a lot of excuses to convince myself, but just now I was captured in my prime.

Although he held back his strength... Although he had helpers. If he was captured, he was captured. If he was really an enemy, a prisoner would be a prisoner and he would have been captured long ago.

Just as he was in a trance, he heard the wind whistling in front of him, and the broadsword was already swinging towards him: "Pay attention... There are only you and me here."

There are only you and me here. If we are defeated, there will be no excuse anymore.

"Dang!" Ye Wuming gathered his thoughts, took out a dagger from somewhere, and held the blade at an angle.

The dagger was placed on the broadsword, and it was held firmly, but it was impossible to shake it off.

A strange light flashed in Zhao Changhe's eyes. He resisted the urge to ask where the dagger came from. He swung the Dragon Bird and instantly slashed out millions of swords, like a violent storm.

Ye Wuming held the dagger upside down and moved through the storm like a ghost.

If there were an outsider watching, he probably wouldn't even be able to see the human figure or the flash of the knife, and could only hear the continuous sound of pearls falling on a jade plate.

The two of them did not use any star power, causal power, or time and space slash. It was just a showdown of pure strength and speed, martial arts skills.

Because that was the beginning for everyone, and it should also be the place where we first met.

The Ye Wuming Zhao Changhe had seen was always very mysterious, but at this moment he also discovered that, even in terms of pure martial arts, Ye Wuming was the strongest one he had ever seen. She was a book spirit... Everything that the Heavenly Book had evolved to teach him could actually be seen as Ye Wuming's deduction and slow-motion teaching.

Everything he could do, Ye Wuming could do. Every bit of time he had been immersed in the VR of the Heavenly Book had turned into the battle situation at this moment. Every move he had simulated seemed to be for today.

"Ding ding ding..." The broadsword and dagger hit thousands of times, Zhao Changhe slashed with the sword horizontally, Ye Wuming flew into the air, his jade feet lightly tapped the side of the sword, his posture was extremely graceful.

The twin-tailed loli in the knife felt someone stepped on her head, and angrily stretched out her little hand from the knife to grab her ankle, but missed.

Even Zhao Changhe's naked eyes lost track of Ye Wuming for a moment, she was too fast. No matter how agile Longque was, the physical properties determined that the broadsword could not be as light and agile as a dagger, and there was already a sense of sluggishness in the battle just now.

But the same physical characteristics determine that what is lacking in agility can be made up for in brute force. Ye Wuming needs to perform countless tricks, but he only needs to slash with one sword to break through all the tricks.

A strong wind came from the left. Zhao Changhe shouted loudly, and the Dragon Bird swept across.

The violent sword energy whistled out, and the army was defeated. No matter what tricks the stinky witch played, she had to avoid the power of this slash.

However, as the sword slashed out, the strong wind disappeared, and the fragrant wind was faintly diffused on the right. The sword swept across and caused his body to turn to the left. On the right was an empty door. The sharp and vague force reached his right ribs. Before it even reached him, goose bumps appeared all over his body.

What a familiar scene.

Both of them felt the same way, as if this confrontation was just for this moment.

Zhao Changhe's left-handed sword seemed to go against all rules. It suddenly stopped in mid-air and he turned around to slash back. A standard back-slash... the first move he had learned since crossing over. He didn't use up all his strength, and there was endless room for improvement.

At this moment, many thoughts flashed through Ye Wuming's mind.

Of course she knew Zhao Changhe would turn around and slash like this, this was the basic reaction to counter the opponent's moves. As a reaction that was expected, the standard treatment was of course to calculate the lead time accurately, change the direction again, and pull this broadsword barbarian to lose his way, gradually accumulating the advantage.

But there is another way to deal with it, which is to take risks. Because the return slash of the sword itself will be a little slower, if she is willing to take risks, she can completely stab the opponent before the broadsword slashes, and then leave in a carefree manner, recreating the scene of that year.

Although he knew that Zhao Changhe's current strength was no joke, it would be safer to choose the former option. However, at this moment, Ye Wuming couldn't help but feel the urge to choose the latter option.

If you want to settle the cause and effect of that year, I will make you lose in the same situation as before.

Only then can I regain the psychological advantage in front of him and offset all the humiliation I have suffered in the past few days.

His movements were faster than his thoughts, and Ye Wuming's dagger had already stabbed into Zhao Changhe's right back rib.

The broadsword had already swept to her neck, only a few inches away.

Ye Wuming had no intention of holding back this time. As long as the dagger was thrust in, the few inches of the blade would be a natural barrier, and she could completely dodge without a trace, and the outcome would be decided.

But the moment the dagger stabbed into his ribs, Ye Wuming's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Zhao Changhe did not dodge, but instead arched his body and rushed towards her. The dagger pierced her ribs firmly, and blood gushed out. Her body also fell back as if it was hit by a tank.

This collision prevented her from dodging as she had intended, and Zhao Changhe’s turn around and slashed without his sword... The broadsword was so long that she could not avoid the range covered by it while retreating, and the tip of the sword was against her neck.

The air was quiet for a moment.

Ye Wuming stared blankly at Zhao Changhe's right rib where blood was gushing out, then looked at the broadsword in front of him, and his mind went blank for a moment.

Zhao Changhe had expected that she would take risks, and would not pull it step by step... This time, he was waiting for her to stab him, and he had already prepared himself to hit the dagger, just to put the dragon bird on her neck...

Now if we have to talk about victory or defeat, how should we put it...

Theoretically, she hit Zhao Changhe first, and at this level, there was no difference in vital points. Her energy raging in Zhao Changhe's body could also kill him. But Zhao Changhe could also break her neck while being killed, and die together.

Of course, she couldn't use her Qi, and Zhao Changhe couldn't cut her neck. The scene looked like one was injured, and the other had a knife on her neck.

If there were an outsider as the judge, she would most likely be declared the loser... The most subtle thing is that in everyone's own inner perception, it seems that as long as he puts the Dragon Bird on her neck, it proves something.

Everything he does is directed towards: I want you.

And this knife is just to tell her that I am qualified.

"In fact, I never thought I could completely defeat you... You can't beat you in a one-on-one duel, not even Luochuan." The two looked at each other for a while, and Zhao Changhe slowly spoke: "Two captures and two releases have shaken your fighting spirit, and my momentum is at its peak. As one rises and the other falls, everyone thinks I am confident, maybe even you think so... But I still don't think I can beat you."

Ye Wuming looked at him quietly without responding.

Zhao Changhe whispered, "What I want is to recreate this backstab... When you think you have succeeded, I will put the knife on your neck. Then I will ask you, what do you think of me today?"

Ye Wuming still did not respond.

Zhao Changhe moved Longque away and took a big step forward. Ye Wuming instinctively took a half step back, but was still very close. His majestic figure stood in front of her like a mountain, and she looked down. She had to raise her head slightly to look at him, and suddenly she felt weak.

Zhao Changhe stabbed the dragon bird into the ground heavily. "You use two epochs to tell Luo Chuan that the creatures controlled by the Heavenly Dao will overthrow him sooner or later. I will stand in front of you in thirty-three years and tell you the same thing."

Ye Wuming finally spoke: "Do you want me to admit my mistake?"

"It doesn't make any sense." Zhao Changhe reached out and lifted her chin. Ye Wuming looked up at him without struggling.

Zhao Changhe looked into her eyes and said slowly, "You said you were as indifferent as the night, and that you would not have anyone in your eyes... I was wondering, I once had your eyes in my body, but do you have me in your eyes now?"

The autumn-water-like pupils flickered slightly, and Zhao Changhe's face was clearly reflected in them.

"It seems so." Zhao Changhe finally laughed and pointed at the surroundings: "You and I are connected in mind and built this place at the same time. Coming here... Do you think that this is just the fulfillment of our original destiny and my previous dream?"

Ye Wuming said: "Isn't it?"

"Not only that." Zhao Changhe whispered, "Before you said that you wanted me to give you a betrothal gift... I've been thinking about it, but I don't know what betrothal gift I should give you. You are rich in the Three Realms and have everything. You have seen more of the outer heavens than us. I can't give you anything special. If you say that defeating Luochuan is a gift, it doesn't seem to count. After all, he is our common enemy. Jiuyou's resentment towards him is greater than anyone else. How can I shamelessly say that it is a betrothal gift to you?"

Ye Wuming opened his mouth and closed it again.

What's the point of saying at this time that the love letter was not written by me?
"After thinking about it, I think this place is nice." Zhao Changhe pointed at the surroundings: "This is my dream. You broke into my dream without my consent. Now I have turned it into reality, and you have walked out of the dream to my side. You and I have built this world together, creating a dream world that belongs to you and me. Is this a reasonable betrothal gift?"

Ye Wuming's heartbeat suddenly quickened.

All the previous domineering quotes and cheesy love words were shattered by this sentence.

Zhao Changhe continued, "If you don't say anything, I will assume that you approve of this betrothal gift."

Ye Wuming wanted to speak but she really didn't know how to say it. From the moment Long Que put the arm around her neck, her mind was blank.

This knife seemed to provide a legal basis for all the previous frivolities, and also provided a matchmaker for the subsequent betrothal gifts.

After holding it in for a long time, Ye Wuming finally said somewhat weakly: "Is this the only topic you have from beginning to end? Can't we talk about other aspects of our relationship?"

Zhao Changhe was stunned by this: "What's the relationship? Master and apprentice?"

According to the fact that all the demonstrations in the Heavenly Book are her will, then she is indeed the master, and even Instructor Sun does not have such standards.

Ye Wuming raised his head and thought for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "Haven't you ever thought that you are my brother-in-law?"

Zhao Changhe was stunned.

Ye Wuming's smile became a little seductive: "Why, do you feel it's stacked up?"

"…Are you trying to seduce me by saying this?"

"I don't know what kind of person would take such words as seduction." Ye Wuming turned around, put his hands behind his back, and walked leisurely towards the edge of the mountain: "To normal people, isn't this a rejection? How can a brother-in-law give a betrothal gift to his sister-in-law?"

Zhao Changhe hugged her from behind: "When did I say I was a normal person... Don't you know that I'm a well-known gangster?"

Ye Wuming struggled a bit, and Zhao Changhe felt pain in the wound under his ribs and groaned.

Ye Wuming finally stopped struggling and just stood there quietly letting him hold him.

The atmosphere was quiet for a moment, but there was no wind or moon in the space.

The hearts of the two people gradually calmed down. All the grudges, all the desires, all the entanglements finally came to an end.

Ye Wuming stared at the distant sky in a trance and whispered, "This world is simple, with no moon and no wind... If you give me the stars in the sky, I will accept this betrothal gift."

(End of this chapter)