My practice narration is weird

Xu Qingyuan lazily leaned on the recliner, the maid behind him lowered her head, and her small hand carefully pressed on his forehead.

As his nominal protector, the gray-robed old man walked into the room at some point, glanced at the maid, and turned and left.

A hand was stretched out, but was grabbed by Xu Qingyuan and stayed.

Old Song was silent, "I have something to tell you."

Xu Qingyuan did not raise his head at all, not even opening his eyes, "Speak."

"Please let her leave, this is the master..."

Xu Qingyuan finally opened his eyes slightly and glanced at the old Song standing in front.

He grinned and spoke nonchalantly.

"Oh, that old thing, what did he bark again? Tell me."

Old Song's eyes were slightly startled, and even the maid behind him, who was lowering her head at this moment, lowered it even more.

The purple-robed young man didn't care.

It is said that people who are about to die will speak well?

Indeed, if you leave the world without regrets, you will naturally feel at peace.

When a person is about to die and there is no medicine to save him, he will naturally be fearless.

Old Song did not speak, but gently handed Xu Qingyuan a brocade bag.

"I didn't see what was inside. The old master only said that if you, Daozi, cannot comprehend the heavenly evolution, he will give you this brocade bag."

After the old man left, Xu Qingyuan finally picked up the thing.

The desire for life made him open the brocade bag.

The handwriting inside was dense, but after just a glance, Xu Qingyuan smiled and crushed it.

"I thought there was some way... I have tried it a long time ago."

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On the last day before the water of Luo River flowed, he followed Lu Qingshan to a place.

The dark blue and simple stone surface was covered with cracks, and the words faintly carved on it seemed extremely vague. It was not tall or shocking, but just an ordinary stone pillar standing on the ground.

This was the first time Ye Wuyou saw the true appearance of the Twelve Shinto Pillars.

If Lu Qingshan had not told him in advance, Ye Wuyou would not have thought that this was the so-called Twelve Shinto Pillars in the wild.

But why is he here too?

Xu Qingyuan woke up slowly from his cross-legged meditation and looked at Ye Wuyou.

He has been here for a long time.

Since he came to Dayan, he basically stayed under the Shinto Pillars every day.

But the method of Tianyan, if you don’t know it, you don’t know it.

So Xu Qingyuan is now very curious whether the other party can learn it?

I think it’s impossible.

After all, Xu Qingyuan can see that the other party’s aptitude and talent are not as good as his own, and his cultivation level is not as good as his own. He can’t comprehend it, so how can he learn it?

His eyes at this moment have not moved at all, staring at Ye Wuyou.

After a moment, Xu Qingyuan’s gloomy face showed a hint of smile.

Sure enough, sure enough.

In his sight, Ye Wuyou has been staring at the stone pillar for a while, but there is no reaction at all.

He even heard Ye Wuyou's question.

"Lu Qingshan, is this really a Shinto pillar? Why can't I understand the words on it?"

"It is indeed a Shinto pillar... The words on it are ancient relics, and it is really difficult to understand with your current level."

Xu Qingyuan almost laughed out loud.

Long before coming to Dayan, he specifically studied the ancient text on this stone pillar. Although he did not fully master it, he also understood a lot. Combined with the unremitting comprehension over the past half a month, he can more or less understand the meaning on it.

This guy can't even recognize all the characters, and he also wants to comprehend Tianyan?

He stared for a long time.

So much so that Ye Wuyou felt a little uncomfortable, turned back and glanced at Xu Qingyuan, retracted his gaze, and looked strange.

He really couldn't comprehend the deep meaning of this Shinto pillar, and he didn't gain anything.

It seems that it was indeed the right choice for him to learn Tianyan with the "Wuxiang Heart Sutra".

If he really came here to comprehend the Shinto technique, he would be waiting to die.

How to comprehend it?

Ye Wuyou didn't know.

It doesn't matter. If you are undecided, you can ask Tianyan.

He spread his hands, and a black man appeared in his palms, bowing gently.

Use Tianyan's method to deduce: How to comprehend Tianyan?

There was a buzzing sound in his ears, and pictures popped up crazily at this moment, appearing in Ye Wuyou's mind.

His eyes gradually became blank, but his whole mind was invested in it.

"Impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

Xu Qingyuan's eyes were stunned, but he jumped up from the ground, and his breathing suddenly became extremely rapid.

He stared at Ye Wuyou with wide eyes, and his hands exposed from his sleeves were shaking slightly uncontrollably because of his fluctuating mood.

His emotions were extremely mixed, and Ye Wuyou's scene at this moment was undoubtedly like rubbing salt on his wounds.

Xu Qingyuan thought that Ye Wuyou was very similar to him, with the same identity, similar age, and the same predicament.

Now it's different.

Like two drowning people in a pond, one is still struggling, and the other struggles and suddenly roars.

"I can swim now!"

Lu Qingshan stood not far away, looking around casually.

Xu Qingyuan finally stopped moving, remained silent for a long time, and turned away.

Ye Wuyou was still sitting on the ground, his eyes were dull, but a magnificent picture was unfolding in his heart.

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Clouds and mists were lingering, mountains and ridges were towering, and white jade-carved stone pillars rose from the clouds and mists to support the sky, turning into several stone arches full of fairy spirit.

Behind this white jade passage is a sect that is larger than the Great Yan Imperial City. Half of it is located in the mountains, and the other half is suspended in the air.

Countless figures come and go in it, sword lights are flowing, and some people walk with their hands behind their backs and fly on swords.

In colorful clothes, a woman walks on red silk and satin across the sky.

Stepping on clouds, riding cranes, riding the wind, flying swords...

A completely different picture from what he knew appeared in Ye Wuyou's eyes. He felt it was absurd for a moment, but he also felt it was very reasonable.

Compared with practitioners, these people he saw seemed to have a more appropriate name...

Immortals.

The picture turned again...

He saw two groups of people fighting for some shiny stones. Their methods were more powerful than those of these so-called practitioners. With a wave of their hands, they had the great magical power equivalent to the fourth realm.

He saw someone proving the truth on the top of the mountain. There was an invisible aura floating leisurely on that person and drifting towards the sky.

Then...

He saw the sun, moon, stars and rivers rotate, and saw more and more immortals?

Batch after batch, their lifespans seemed to be very long, hundreds of years, thousands of years, ten thousand years...even immortality.

You must know that in Ye Wuyou's cognition, the lifespan of the great supernatural powers in the middle three realms is no more than 500 years, at most no more than a thousand years. If it is the upper three realms, it may be longer?

But it is definitely not as long as ten thousand years...

But these "immortals" seem to have longer lifespans than one another.

"I want immortality!" "Practice is for immortality!"

Gradually, this seems to have become a kind of consensus among these people...

Ye Wuyou felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.

His mind moved slightly, and the next moment it fell on one of them.

That was the person whose aura he felt was the most powerful.

That was a peerless immortal, his face was calm, as if he had just achieved immortality and was already immortal, and countless people congratulated him.

Behind him stood many beautiful women, all with extremely happy faces.

If it were a story, it would often end here.

But life and reality don't.

The people who accompanied him grew old one after another, the world changed, the sun and the moon rotated.

The majestic white jade stone door collapsed, and the immortal was still standing there, but the things in front of him were no longer the same.

His expression was already crazy.

What is the meaning of a person's immortality?

Finally, cracks seemed to appear in the sky, and then, the sky actually revealed a face full of pain.

Some kind of material between heaven and earth seemed to be stripped away, although those things, as the number of immortals increased, were not as rich as they were at the beginning.

One after another, the so-called immortals fell from the sky, and the exiled immortals fell like rain.

Countless familiar auras of Ye Wuyou scattered from the broken sky and fell all over the world.

That was the wreckage of the road.

Ye Wuyou opened his eyes, and for some reason, the erosion on his body had dissipated by more than half.

The dark blue erosion seemed to only reach his chest, and the rest of the place returned to normal.

Very good.

But Ye Wuyou's mind seemed to be elsewhere at the moment. He spoke blankly, as if asking, or as if talking to himself.

"Master, what is the purpose of cultivation? To achieve immortality?"

"How could that be? Cultivation is only for the purpose of understanding the mind."