My practice narration is weird

In the previous hall.

"I have already relayed the words... The demons can be killed by everyone, and we will not stand idly by and watch the demons' troubles."

"Your Majesty, how about you think it over with Lord Lu?"

"No matter what grudges there were before, after all, Daxuan and your country are not enemies."

The gray-robed old man finished speaking, lowered his eyes and stopped looking at the other two, but stood up respectfully to leave.

Only Emperor Yuan and Lu Qingshan were left here, and even the old eunuch who seemed to be in the sixth realm was sent away.

In the exquisite little building, no one spoke at the first time, and there was only silence in the air.

The emperor who really stepped into this imperial city more than 30 years ago, his majestic face gradually became stunned as the figures dispersed, and a different scene flashed in his eyes.

At the beginning, he and Lu Qingshan practiced with the master together. Lu Qingshan was the senior brother, and he practiced magic.

He was still young at that time, a prince of noble status but bad temper. He didn't need to care about cultivation, but cultivated military tactics and strategies.

In addition, there was another person... who cultivated skills, or the most simple and unpretentious martial arts.

At that time, the three were young and didn't care about the difference in status. They were good friends with each other.

After an unknown period of time, the Yuan Emperor sitting on the main seat gently poured himself a cup of tea, drank it in one gulp, and said as if he didn't care.

"Brother, is what he said true?"

"What's the situation with you...?"

Lu Qingshan, who had been silent all the time, turned his head slightly at this moment, looking calmly upwards, looking at his junior brother who he had known for many years.

His voice was steady and his expression was indifferent.

"Are you scared?"

The Yuan Emperor's face, which was full of majesty in the past, now showed a look of astonishment.

He was slightly stunned, but then he suddenly slapped the table, and his eyes showed anger that was not concealed at all.

"Would I be afraid? At that time, I was alone, with only 80 riders around me, and I was not afraid. What should I be afraid of?"

No one knows how much pressure a former border vassal king had to bear decades ago, and how he made a decision in a moment of thought, facing the world of the sects at that time, facing his nephew who was still on the throne and had several times or even ten times more troops than himself, and he raised an army.

Although Lu Qingshan later gave him advice, war is war, and wisdom and strategy are always only a part of it. No matter how good the strategy is, it will eventually be implemented by people in person, not just by talking and watching the storm.

Tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands or millions of legions fought thousands of miles, and many of them were commanded by the Yuan Emperor who is now in a high position.

That was not a secular army, but a military formation formed by practitioners.

Everyone said that the battle between Lu Qingshan and the leader of the Sword Sect at the foot of the Sword Sect Mountain was the one that shattered the fantasy of the sect coalition, but it was not true.

In the real final battle, he personally stood on the command platform and commanded for seven days and nights before he won the final victory. After that, there was the long-standing duel between the Sword Sect, which seemed to be a desperate battle, but in fact it was just a lot of noise but little action.

If there is no real bloodshed, who will talk to you?

However, when facing an army that was dozens of times larger than his own, and when he was at his most desperate, his army fell apart, and he was defeated with only more than 80 cavalrymen by his side, he never felt afraid, and at most he was unwilling and annoyed in his heart, but why now...

There was a hint of complexity in Emperor Yuan's eyes. He seemed to have thought of something, and his body leaned back slightly, looking at the exquisite patterns and carvings in the building, and whispered.

"Yes, I am afraid. Let me tell you what I am afraid of."

"I am afraid that your senior brother who has been with me for almost a lifetime will die."

Lu Qingshan's silent face finally showed a slight smile. He shook his head and nodded gently, as if denying, but also as if affirming.

His eyes were not looking at his junior brother, but at the open door. Outside the door was a beautiful scene of spring flowers.

But he seemed not to be looking at the scenery blooming in the new spring, but looking into the distance, looking at a farther place.

Tianyan, can deduce the secrets of heaven.

But how far can Tianyan see?

Lu Qingshan retracted his gaze and spoke gently.

"Do you believe me?"

"Yes."

"I have expected this, just as it was at the beginning."

Emperor Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes showed majesty and confidence, just as it was at the beginning.

Yes, as long as he and his senior brother are together, what can't be solved?

Rumble...

There was a dull thunder outside the door.

It was spring, and the clear sky darkened in an instant. First, the fine raindrops like threads drifted gently with the wind, and then turned into bean-sized raindrops, and then it rained heavily, with thunders, and the spring was warm but cold.

A burst of rain to promote flowers, and several thunders of the awakening of insects.

"It's thundering... By the way, today is the Waking of Insects." The Yuan Emperor on the main seat looked out the window, his eyes slightly scattered.

The thunder continued.

But then, the Yuan Emperor found something wrong.

This thunder did not seem to come from the sky.

He suddenly stood up and looked at his feet, looking at the ground that was shaking very slightly.

"It's the Luo River." Lu Qingshan said calmly.

The Luo River was formed by the confluence of the Luo River, absorbing the charm of the great masters of the past generations on the land of Da Yan after their death, for future generations to comprehend.

No one knows where the Luo River came from, but it has existed since ancient times. At first, when people were puzzled, they were also afraid of this strange thing, because the Luo River is not a river flowing in the secular world, but it suddenly came from the earth veins.

When the practitioners got close, they could still feel the deceased souls in it. They thought it was an evil thing that emerged from the underworld that should not exist. They were frightened and attacked frantically, but they could not hurt the souls of the dead people at all.

But later it was discovered that the Luo River was harmless. On the contrary, it was like a big tree in the land of Fuze Dayan. The fallen leaves on it turned into Yinze for future generations to comprehend.

Emperor Yuan nodded at first, but then frowned.

"How could it be so fast? Wasn't the timing calculated before like this?"

"This time, the Luo River came ahead of schedule." Lu Qingshan said, as if he had expected it.

Thunder in February awakens the insects, and the yellow dragon connects to the ground Yin.

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Luo He came a little too quickly. The original plan was to open in about half a month, but now there are only about three days left.

So many things are also a little too urgent.

But no matter how urgent it is, there are some traditional traditions that cannot be avoided.

"Fang Ning of the Dao Sect, please teach me."

At this moment, a large area is divided in the imperial city. Below the stage, countless practitioners are passionately fighting with cheers. On the stage are the remaining major sects of Da Yan. It is rare for them to gather together with the people of the imperial dynasty in ten years.

Is this a tradition?

Ye Wuyou thinks that perhaps it is because in countless stories, before a certain opportunity is opened, there must be a group of geniuses showing off their power on the stage, showing their magical powers for a certain quota.

I also yearned for it.

But now when I sit on the high platform with Lu Qingshan, watching the wonderful fighting below, no matter how mysterious the moves and magical powers are, listening to the cheers around, I can't get any excitement in my heart.

Is it because he was directly recommended without the competition? Is he the evil relative in people's minds?

Or is there some other reason...

Ye Wuyou felt a little strange. His previous self was very excited when watching the S28 held by Riot, although he was defeated by a genius in his 40s.

Maybe the years have made him indifferent?

That's not the case. It's only been a few months, not even half a year.

It's boring, so boring.

[Oh, it's so boring. The ants jumping around below really make people feel disgusted at first sight. The fight is already inferior, and this fight without life or death is even more boring. You just think the foolish cheers are noisy, like a joke]

[How can a group of crude and shallow mortals understand the deep meaning of the emperor's gift and taking away]

[The emperor's gift and taking away has a deep meaning, how can the shallow people know it]

Well, the dog is barking next to me again. Well, if you have some culture, you can even talk about the emperor.

Should I tell Lu Qingshan some things, such as the purple-robed man's recollection... But how do I explain my problem in this way?

Should I ask Lu Qingshan if he is really as deeply corroded as Xu Qingyuan said.

Although Lu Qingshan looks normal and doesn't look like he is deeply corroded, didn't the other party also say that some weirdness can corrode people's minds?

Of course, his mind would not be disturbed by anything, after all, there is a narrator.

But whether he asked or not, what was the answer, and what could he do?

He turned his head slightly and looked at Lu Qingshan, and happened to meet the latter's warm eyes.

"Wuyou, I see you are restless, what are you thinking about?"

Oh, Master asked me a question?

He spoke naturally.

"Master, don't you feel bored?"

"Bored?"

Lu Qingshan shook his head, "When I was your age, I was young and energetic. I felt that everything I came into contact with in my practice was extremely novel and yearning. How could I feel bored?"

He looked at Ye Wuyou at this moment, with a hint of doubt in his tone.

"Wuyou, you have just started practicing, and this is the first time you have seen such a scene. Don't you feel excited in your heart?"

...

Ye Wuyou retracted his gaze and did not look at Lu Qingshan again.

For a moment, he did not know how to respond.

Is that so? Should I be more excited now?

The fight under the stage has come to an end.

Zhou Xuanyuan, the Sword Sect leader who had said that he was not worthy of being Fang Ning's opponent if he could not reach the capital, finally won over Fang Ning.

The two smiled and bowed, obviously gaining a lot.

It was just a competition, without any hatred, so naturally there would be no confrontation or fight to the death.

But Zhou Xuanyuan, who was still standing on the stage at this moment, glanced around lightly, then bowed to the stage with grace and said loudly.

"Senior Lu, can I ask Brother Ye to come down and teach me?"

Lu Qingshan was not surprised, and nodded with a chuckle.

"Of course I can."

Then, Lu Qingshan looked at Ye Wuyou.

The latter thought about it, and then stood up silently.

Lu Qingshan's words came from the side.

"Wuyou, it's just a competition, don't hurt anyone."

Ye Wuyou nodded, and then did not show any superb skills, but walked into the arena step by step along the steps.

The words of the narrator echoed in my mind.

[Today we will decide who is better, and who will die.]