My practice narration is weird

"Because your status is higher than theirs..."

The crowd gathered quickly and dispersed just as quickly.

Following the words of the law enforcement elder, people quickly came up to clean up the corpses.

The previously panicked people now looked calm again, as if they didn't care about all this at all.

Ye Wuyou stood there, with a trace of doubt and confusion in his eyes.

He knew very well that everyone he saw was not a "human being" because they all had a faint aura of Dao in their bodies.

He scanned the surroundings carefully, trying to explore the strange place again, but found nothing.

It seemed that his behavior disturbed the other party.

Now it is no longer in front of him.

"How big...is this sect?"

The Guiyuan Sect, which the outside world can see at a glance, has now evolved into a vast and boundless land with numerous peaks. As far as the eye can see, there are traces of people even on the other side of the peak in the distance.

All this is so real and completely different from fantasy.

Those people have cultivation and realm.

Ye Wuyou couldn't help but recall the narrator's words.

A realm beyond reality?

Dao domain? Nibelungen?

I didn't understand it before, but now that Ye Wuyou has experienced it personally, I understand a little better.

He reached out and touched his right eye, recalling a similar scene when he first encountered those eyes.

But everything built by those eyes is undoubtedly very rough, so that I can see through it at a glance.

"Is this the weirdness of 'wild'?"

Ye Wuyou frowned tightly, but then a low voice came from behind him. When he looked down, it was the woman he had seen before who was holding his hand.

The latter lowered his head at this moment, his ponytail swaying slightly, and his eyes showed grievance.

"Brother, can we go back?"

"I'm not yours..." Ye Wuyou said, but then paused.

For some reason, a memory suddenly appeared in his mind.

It was a memory about his name, Sun Yue, and the woman in front of him was the junior sister who had been by his side since he entered the school.

However, the other person's face is vague in memory.

Is this weird and you want to affect yourself?

But obviously, he is not affected by the weirdness, and this sudden memory is just a memory after all.

but.

"Okay." Ye Wuyou said silently.

He now knows nothing about everything in this sect, but he needs to find someone to learn more about it.

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There are many purple bamboos, and beside the steps, a man's rapid breathing and a woman's voice with pain and joy can be heard faintly.

Ye Wuyou glanced at the shocked expressions of the two people, and then walked through the steps without looking back.

After walking through the steps, Ye Wuyou finally stopped after hearing countless greetings from Senior Brother Sun.

Next to the purple bamboo forest, there is a continuous house.

The girl next to him explained.

"Senior brother, we live here with the master. The master recently became the third elder of Zizhu Peak."

A childish voice came, but it was a boy-like person standing with his hands behind his hands, looking at him with a smile.

"Sun Yue is back..."

With a shout of surprise, a woman in a purple skirt was leaning against the door and looking at him with a smile.

"Xiao Sun is back!"

Ye Wuyou raised his eyes and saw that the memory that did not belong to him told him the identities of these two people.

My own master and mistress.

Just why, why is it so weird?

Do these two people look like this? Why are all the faces of everyone so vague in my memory?

That boy is his master?

Are you kidding? Even if it's a weird creation, can you please make some sense?

You don’t have any practice, but you are also your own master?

These people are simply weak.

But the boy-like person stood with his hands behind his back, his aura solemn, and his eyes calmly swept over him.

"Thank you for your hard work along the way. Master knows what you did. You just killed a few disciples without status. Don't worry about it."

The lady in purple skirt smiled charmingly at this moment, and then said with a sweet smile.

"It's because they didn't have the foresight to bump into our little grandson. Why should we talk about such a trivial matter separately? It's true."

The boy responded with a sneer.

"What do you know? Everyone knows about these things. If you don't understand, you won't understand even if I tell you. Why don't you tell me? Don't ask me. The interests are too involved. The rest I can only say that there is a lot of water in it." Deep, so I can only say that I understand everything..."

"If you insist on asking, then I will just say a few words..."

Ye Wuyou didn't reply, and looked at the boy-like "master" for a long time.

He finally became wary.

The temperament of a superior person doesn't seem to be fake.

More than a leader.

But no matter how he looked at the other party, he didn't seem to have any cultivation at all.

Damn it, could it be that this boy has surpassed me by a long way?

You can't even spy on yourself?

"It's getting late. You've been tired from traveling all the way. Go back and rest first. I'll ask you some questions tomorrow as my teacher."

The boy stretched, then glanced at the girl with two ponytails who was accompanying Ye Wuyou, then hooked his fingers at the mistress who was leaning against the door, and slowly stepped into the house.

"Oh, you are such an enemy."

The lady in purple skirt complained all over, then she followed him and closed the door, but in the end she quietly glanced at Ye Wuyou and gave him a charming look.

Ye Wuyou felt the body of the girl who was always holding his hand tremble slightly.

He frowned.

What the hell is this?

After a while, he lowered his head and looked at the girl next to him, with hesitation on his face.

What's her name? Why can't I remember it?

never mind.

Ye Wuyou was thinking about what to say, "Junior sister, I have some memory loss. Can you tell me everything you know about the sect?"

"Okay, senior brother, let's go to your room."

Until late at night.

Ye Wuyou rubbed the center of his brows, looked at the girl who had been knocked unconscious by him on the bed beside him, and finally let out a soft breath.

He finally understood the current situation, including his general identity.

Guiyuan Sect, Zizhu Peak, Goddess Peak, Shenhong Peak.

Three peaks, thousands of disciples.

You can't kill them all by yourself.

The reason why I can't feel the strange existence is probably because the strange thing has left this Zizhu Peak.

And now, he is the most proud disciple of the third elder of Zizhu Peak?

Although he understood all this, Ye Wuyou still had a deep question.

He understood that his identity had been strangely changed again.

But being weird has no wisdom, so what’s the point of giving yourself such an identity?

Ye Wuyou thought quietly like this until a glimmer of light appeared on the horizon.

"Well……"

The girl with two ponytails who was knocked unconscious by Ye Wuyou's punch now let out a sleepy rant.

Ye Wuyou didn't pay attention, he just withdrew his thoughts and waited quietly for the girl to wake up.

"Kick her away for a while, and then secretly think of a way to visit a few other peaks?"

The girl with twin ponytails' eyelids trembled at this moment, and then she climbed up from the bed with difficulty, covering her neck.

She looked at Ye Wuyou, but then her eyes became stunned and her figure began to tremble violently.

"Master, Master...you, what did you do to me!"

ah?

Ye Wuyou's eyes showed confusion.

boom!

The door was pushed open hard.

The boy strode in with angry eyes, clenched his fists tightly, and said angrily to Ye Wuyou.

"Master... Isn't it enough that I've fought tooth and nail for you? Why do you treat my junior sister like this!"

Ye Wuyou was stunned.

Shanshan, the woman in the purple dress, dared to come. She glanced lightly at the scenes in the room, and a look of surprise suddenly appeared in her eyes.

She gently twisted her slender waist, walked slowly to Ye Wuyou's side, and gently leaned down. Her slender waist and the fullness of her chest formed a perfect arc on the bed.

He showed a sad expression.

"You're my enemy. Did I do something wrong? What's so good about this little girl?"

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