My practice narration is weird

Shenhong Peak, in the secret room.

Ye Wuyou and Luo Qinghan sat on the ground, and the remnant soul floated beside them.

I don’t know what happened, but Ye Wuyou’s eyes always drifted towards the remnant soul unconsciously.

Luo Qinghan also saw this scene, and his eyes showed contempt.

Although the remnant soul was a beautiful woman, it was still a remnant soul after all!

Is this guy so hungry that he will eat anything?

He is indeed hungry and will eat anything.

This is a divine soul.

Ye Wuyou forced himself to gather his mind and restrain his thoughts.

What appeared in front of the two was an oil lamp...?

Or is it more appropriate to say that it is a long-burning lamp?

And on it, a very weak breath was emitting.

The breath of the Great Dao.

The identity of the sect master in the strange domain is Ye Wuyou.

The sect master in the memory world is of course not Ye Wuyou, but the Seven Realms that may have existed countless years ago.

With the arrival of the two, the originally airtight secret room, for no reason, now has lights without wind.

An illusory figure now floats in front of the two.

Ye Wuyou glanced at the ever-burning lamp, and then looked at the illusory figure carefully.

It is not an illusion, not a residual soul, but another extremely clever method.

The face of the illusory figure is clear, it is a middle-aged Taoist, and at this moment, his eyes are very smart, and it is impossible to tell that the other party has passed away.

If it is not known in advance, in the outside world, many people would believe that this is a soul.

Is this the method left by the seven realms of supernatural power?

The middle-aged Taoist glanced gently in front of him, first looking at the residual soul, nodded slightly, and then looked at Ye Wuyou and the others.

When the indifferent gaze came, Ye Wuyou raised his head gently.

The two looked at each other silently.

In an instant, Ye Wuyou felt that the blood in his body had solidified.

The surging Qi in the body seemed to stagnate, and a great sense of oppression came from the mind.

Damn it.

Isn't this the memory world? Isn't he in the sixth realm now?

Isn't all this fake? How can I still have this feeling?

Ye Wuyou is not the kind of person who will look back at you if you look at me. He retracted his gaze very tactfully.

But the calm voice came.

"What are you doubting?"

Doubt?

Ye Wuyou's eyes were slightly stunned, but before he spoke, the voice of the middle-aged Taoist came again.

"Very interesting, you are doubting that the world is fake?"

I...

This time, it was not just Ye Wuyou, but also Luo Qinghan who was sitting next to him. The expression in his eyes changed.

This world is of course fake.

Although every plant and tree here is extremely real, even the human relationships are completely restored.

But both of them know that this is a world transformed by the memories and experiences brought by the identity in the strange domain.

However, the middle-aged Taoist did not seem to be entangled in this issue, but just spoke lightly.

"It's okay. When I stepped into the Seventh Realm, I also had such doubts, but you will find that all this is meaningless."

Luo Qinghan remained silent. She was really not far away from the Seventh Realm, and she didn't know what she had gained.

But Ye Wuyou couldn't help it.

"You old... old sect master, can you tell me in detail?"

The middle-aged Taoist ignored Ye Wuyou, but instead cast his eyes on Luo Qinghan again, looked at him for a while, and spoke happily.

"If you become the sect master, what will you do?"

How to do it?

This is a false world, what else can you do?

Luo Qinghan's goal is very simple and direct. She just wants to obtain the status of the sect master and then comprehend the path of the "Seventh Realm".

So she answered directly.

"Promote to the Seventh Realm Tianji."

The middle-aged Taoist smiled and said lightly.

"Wrong, this is not the answer, this is just your goal, not the sect master's idea."

Luo Qinghan frowned slightly at this moment and said.

"What's wrong with that? The power of a cultivator belongs to himself. Only by reaching the upper three realms can the strength and continuation of the sect be guaranteed."

"If there is no strong person in charge, then even the most magnificent sect is just a treasure house for others."

The middle-aged Taoist listened quietly at this moment, and finally nodded, with a satisfied look in his eyes.

Then, he looked at Ye Wuyou and asked the same question as before.

"If you were the sect master, what would you do?"

Ye Wuyou had never thought that the so-called trial in the mouth of the remnant soul was just such a thing.

It was just like an interview.

But he didn't want to be a sect master at all.

Ye Wuyou just wanted to get his identity back.

Promote to the seventh realm?

The goal is very grand and easy to talk about, but Luo Qinghan has just said it.

Seeing that Ye Wuyou didn't speak, the shadow of the middle-aged Taoist shook his head slightly and asked in confusion.

"Is there nothing you want to do? If so, then..."

"Yes." Ye Wuyou suddenly responded.

Seven Realms of Heavenly Ji?

That's too far away from me.

As for the Sect Master? Ye Wuyou is used to being alone, and really doesn't like these things, and it takes a lot of brainpower.

But if there is something he wants to do, there is indeed one thing.

"Oh, what?" The middle-aged Taoist didn't care.

"The sect is too dirty, I want to change it." Ye Wuyou said.

Dirty?

Luo Qinghan looked back slightly at this moment, with a puzzled look.

The middle-aged Taoist looked surprised, but he didn't understand what he meant.

Ye Wuyou spoke seriously at this moment, pointing with his fingers.

"On the one hand, the top beam is out of alignment and the bottom beam is crooked, blame-shifting, evasion of responsibility, shirk, and even all kinds of unfair treatment. I have understood all of these."

Did it too.

"Besides that, the precepts should be strict and not strict when they should be, and should not be loose when they should be..."

These are all what Ye Wuyou experienced when he became the [Peak Master].

Ye Wuyou sputtered a lot. The middle-aged Taoist's eyes were slightly stunned at the moment, but then they became a little ugly.

That's not what he wanted to hear.

But Ye Wuyou kept talking until the end.

"Also, the most important point is that the oppression is too heavy. Different identities are like..."

"The outer sect disciples bully the servant disciples, the inner sect disciples can bully the outer sect disciples, the deacons can manipulate ordinary disciples at will, the elders suppress the deacons to do things for themselves, and then there is the peak master, eh."

"I once heard a joke in the sect. The son of an elder can only become an elder at most. Why? Because the peak master also has children."

The middle-aged Taoist didn't care about all this, but looked dissatisfied and said.

"What you said, as long as you have the realm of cultivation, everything will not be a problem."

"In the final analysis, those who are oppressed are still lacking in ability. If they are as high as you, then..."

Ye Wuyou directly interrupted the other party's words.

"Yes, why? Do they not want to? Do they not want to improve their realm and practice well?"

"Can the elder's son and the handyman disciple practice at the same speed? The handyman disciple can practice twelve hours a day, but he can't keep up with the elder's son who can take one pill."

Luo Qinghan's eyes were slightly lowered at this moment, thoughtfully.

The middle-aged Taoist's face became a little ugly and he said displeasedly.

"Cultivation is all about opportunities. Everyone is different. Opportunities will not wait for you. You have to fight for them yourself..."

"I fight for you..."

Ye Wuyou finally restrained his words.

During the days when he was the peak master, he would wander around the sect every day to relax.

In addition to looking at the sect gossip, whose Taoist companion has cheated on whom, and whose child is not biological.

He also saw something.

There are many so-called handyman disciples who just complete their daily labor and then practice hard for one or two hours. They can practice for three or four hours and try their best to survive.

In this situation, you said that opportunities will not wait for you and you have to fight for them.

That's true, because it's not you who is waiting at all.

Ye Wuyou has never joined a real sect, but everything shown in this strange world makes Ye Wuyou know that this is the true appearance of the sect and the true appearance of the world.

Wasn't the former Tu Su just an ordinary sacrificial genius within the sect?

"Not everyone has a chance. Many times, an exception is just good luck..." He said silently.

The middle-aged Taoist dismissed it and said coldly.

"What about you? How do you rely on your cultivation to this day? Why do you still have such a superficial understanding?"

On what?

Ye Wuyou sneered.

He knows very well that he is a vested interest.

I have never denied this.

He has the Dog Narrator and the Wuxiang Heart Sutra, and because he merged with the ghost, he got the attention of Lu Qingshan, and then learned Tianyan...

Even if there is no weirdness, Ye Wuyou can still be a normal practitioner, practicing quickly and smoothly.

There is a little bit of character, brain, and means.

But it’s really nothing.

Ye Wuyou didn't feel at all that he could stand out from the crowd, ridicule others wantonly, and attribute everything to his own efforts in just six months.

In terms of my true cultivation talent, I estimate that he is just like Uncle Wang, who can live as a jailer all his life, with no worries about food and clothing, and is immune to wind and rain.

"call."

Ye Wuyou exhaled a breath of turbid air and said calmly.

"Depending on good luck, if not, I would have died a long time ago."

Hearing this, Luo Qinghan sneered for no reason at this moment.

The middle-aged Taoist was silent for a moment and said indifferently.

"It is true that you have cultivated to this point and can still say these words. Whether you should say it or not is a matter of fate."

Then, the middle-aged Taoist seemed to be interested in something, and spoke with a playful smile.

"This is an established fact. The strong will always be strong, and the weak will naturally be stepped on. The level of cultivation determines everything.

It's always been like this, so what's wrong with that? "

What's wrong?

Ye Wuyou shook his head.

"That's right. The level of cultivation can indeed determine many things. It's not an exaggeration to say that it can determine everything."

"But has it always been like this?"

Luo Qinghan sat aside and listened silently.

Although this is just a question in the illusory memory world, looking at this guy at the moment, he is incomprehensible and unexpectedly serious.

Luo Qinghan was a little surprised.

But it was just surprise.

In her heart, she did not agree with Ye Wuyou's words.

Because these words may have some truth, but they are meaningless.

In this world where personal power is cultivated, the strong must humiliate the weak. Perhaps this is the concept of most people?

Even become accustomed to it.

Luo Qinghan suddenly thought of that person and Little Stutter.

Only she is different.

Listening to Ye Wuyou's words, the middle-aged Taoist smiled playfully.

"Then what do you want to do?"

Ye Wuyou shook his head and nodded again, speaking in a casual tone.

"It's not what I want to do, but what I should do..."

The voice paused for a moment, and then spoke again.

"Those with high cultivation levels should take on more responsibilities and protect the weak, rather than bullying those who are lower than themselves because they think they are very high."

"To put it simply."

"The strong should not bully the weak."

"Instead, they should protect the weak."

"That's my idea."

Luo Qinghan raised his lowered eyes slightly, looking at the man sitting next to him with a hint of solemnity and confusion.

Is this man really Xu Qingyuan?

The middle-aged Taoist closed his eyes gently and was silent for a long time, but his voice was free of the previous sneer and sarcasm.

He finally asked calmly.

"Can you do it?"

My liver exploded today

I had tonsillitis and a low-grade fever yesterday and my head was big

I will update later tomorrow