My practice narration is weird

Ye Wuyou was not able to finish the story of Cao Mengde, but was taken into the imperial city by Lu Qingshan first.

Lu Qingshan held his forehead and said lightly.

"Don't go anywhere these days, stay here, I will find you in two days, some things need an explanation, you give an explanation."

"What explanation?"

Lu Qingshan's words were accusatory.

"You killed someone."

Ye Wuyou was silent for a moment.

Lu Qingshan's tone was calm.

"Be more efficient next time."

Ye Wuyou smiled awkwardly and then pointed at his body.

"Lu Qingshan, when can I go to see the Twelve Gods Pillars."

He had used the ghost hand several times before, and the erosion that had been suppressed had slightly worsened.

Lu Qingshan's eyes condensed slightly, and after a moment he moved away from Ye Wuyou and shook his head.

"I wanted to wait for Luohe, but it doesn't matter. The Twelve Gods Pillars are in the city and can be visited at any time."

He stretched out his hand and pointed at Ye Wuyou's muddy body, and then spoke happily.

"But do you know what you should do now?"

"Tell you the story of Cao Mengde?" Ye Wuyou asked in confusion.

"Go and wash the mud off your body!"

After being arranged to stay, Ye Wuyou carefully took Bai Lu, who had turned into a white fox, out of the ghost's body and put it on the bed.

Well, the Taoist sleeping spell... the Qingxin spell is indeed mysterious, Bai Lu is still sleeping.

Ye Wuyou breathed a sigh of relief.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, just like when Ye Wuyou crawled out of the ground at that time, he could obviously take a few people away in hiding, but when he thought of the white fox in the ghost's body, he gave up this option for no reason.

Yes, it was because of Bai Changzai's existence, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely not because of the little stutterer.

After doing all this, he walked out of the house alone.

The white fox who was sleeping on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, and a trace of human resentment was revealed in his eyes. He jumped off the bed in three or two steps and followed the trail.

The mist surrounded the whole space. The bluish-white marble looked more elegant and fresh with the mist. Ye Wuyou lay in the middle of the pool, steam rising. He felt relaxed after being exhausted.

He looked down at his body.

The illusion of his right eye was always maintained on his body. Using his right eye did not bring any burden to him.

The skin that seemed quite normal in the eyes of ordinary people was a dark blue in Ye Wuyou's eyes.

The blood vessels seemed to be bulging, and a faint bluish-white color was faintly revealed under the dark blue skin.

This was a sign of [rebirth of flesh and blood].

After swallowing the flesh and blood of the demon inexplicably, Ye Wuyou could feel the changes in himself.

The erosion was slower, and it seemed that his original flesh and blood were about to grow out, but the power was meager after all.

He felt a little regretful for not being able to obtain the terrifying [adaptability].

In a sense, the bluish-white demon he met before did accomplish an amazing feat.

With endless years of polishing himself, the talent of flesh and blood rebirth is used as a force to fight against the remains of the Great Dao. With the help of the seal set up by Buddhism for him, he used his body as a cage and controlled a strange and almost perfect soul.

As for whether his consciousness was affected...

Forget it, the demon has been so extreme, how can it affect him?

It also gave the remains of the Great Dao real flesh and blood. In other words, the blue-white demon is the remains of the Great Dao that can be seen by ordinary people.

Unfortunately, ordinary people don’t have the unique talent and long years of the demon.

Although he is an enemy of the demon, and the words he expounded are full of evil, Ye Wuyou still admires him a little.

Being sealed in a place for thousands of years is not something that ordinary people can do, and it doesn’t even have anything to do with their character.

Ye Wuyou now knows a lot about these residual souls of the Great Dao, but he is still deeply troubled.

Think carefully about the methods he has learned so far.

First, the magic of the gods, as a kind of mysterious magic left over from the last era, seems to be able to wear away the power of the remains of the Great Dao, but it can only suppress it, not completely solve it.

Second, the unique magical power of Buddhism, forcibly integrates a wisp of one's own consciousness into the wreckage, but such a hidden danger is obviously great, and the lotus pond proved this point.

Ye Wuyou didn't know at this moment whether the master Lianchi who talked with him at that time was weird or his own consciousness, or perhaps both?

Third, there may be a turning point when reaching the upper three realms.

But this is undoubtedly too difficult, otherwise the owner of the Tianji Tower would not say that the six realms are common in the world, but the seventh realm Tianji is hard to find.

Moreover, Xia Anmeng once reached the seventh realm briefly... Why did he become only a remnant soul now?

Fourth, try to integrate another weirdness into himself.

It sounds a bit suicidal, but in fact... it is probably so.

But it seems very simple for those who control [Retracement]. After all, for those who have [Retracement], everything can be described in one sentence.

Victory and defeat are common in the military, please start over again.

But this can only prolong life, the erosion is still there.

After hesitating for a while, Ye Wuyou took out the thorn in his eye.

In just a moment, his right eyeball jumped excitedly, eager to try, but trembling.

This is a real remnant of the Great Dao...

But isn't it too useless to just forget it?

Is it because it is only a part of the remnant, so it is not complete?

The footless man is also a remnant of the Great Dao, and he has been looking for his feet.

So does he really have no feet, or are his feet separated?

The ability of the footless man is [No Distance], so if he really has feet, what will he look like?

In the warm pool water, Ye Wuyou's thoughts gradually dispersed until he was exhausted and had wild thoughts.

He thought of Lu Caiwei and the previous scene for no reason.

If I had known earlier, I would have bumped into him. Ahem, I was thinking about something else.

A soft female voice came from my ear.

"Who are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking about Little Stutterer, otherwise... wait, why are you here?"

Ye Wuyou turned his head and saw Bai Lu in front of him.

What did I just say?

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"Failed..."

The purple-robed young man sat on the ground with a gloomy look, staring at the stone pillar in front of him that was covered with words and had a long history.

Why, why can't I understand!

The last expectation was dashed, just like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw, but that straw was only a straw after all, and it would break with a slight pull when the wind blew.

There was no one around, and the old man who protected the way was not there either. Only the maid who never spoke accompanied him.

He sat from day to evening, and now late at night...

He still could not comprehend the divine art of Tianyan.

This also meant that his life was almost hopeless.

Is there another month? Or ten days?

The maid behind him saw that the purple-robed young man had not moved, and after a long time, she leaned over and asked softly.

"Sir, why don't you go back and rest first, it will be the same if you come back tomorrow..."

Before he finished speaking, the purple-robed young man who was still sitting on the ground suddenly jumped up and pinched the woman tightly.

Tomorrow?

The purple-robed young man laughed miserably with madness.

"Where did I get tomorrow?"