My practice narration is weird

Dark clouds covered the moonlight, and Nanning Mountain was a little dim under the night sky. At the foot of the mountain, lights were lit.

The old man looked leisurely, sitting quietly in a tavern set up nearby, looking at the flickering bonfire flames and listening to the crackling sounds of dead branches being burned by the flames.

The old man was lost in thought, and there was a faint aura of death around him.

A disciple in black and white brought a pot of warm wine to the side. The old man took a sip and then breathed a sigh of relief.

If you look from the sky, you can see that starting from this tavern, there are many disciples who serve the same purpose.

Lingxue Pavilion.

A little distance in front of him, there was a sound of dispute.

It was a few young people, their clothes were not luxurious, but tattered, covered in dust, and faintly injured. It was obvious that they had experienced something on the mountain.

At this moment, they were looking at the group of people who stopped them in front of them with angry faces.

"Ridiculous, we have worked hard for ten days in the mountains to find such a precious medicine. Why should we give it to you, Lingxue Pavilion?"

"Treasures of heaven and earth depend on each other's chance. You have people looking for medicine in the mountains, you should know how difficult it is..."

"Why do you still block the road and set up checkpoints!"

A voice responded lightly.

"It's not for us, but we buy the medicine in your hand."

Buy?

The young man was full of ambition and spent so much energy and cost to get a thousand-year-old precious medicine. How could he bear this now?

"If you really want to buy it, we won't argue with you, even if we lose a little, but your price."

"A thousand-year-old precious medicine is in short supply. Not to mention whether it is precious or not, the silver note you gave is not even one-tenth of it!"

"Is a precious medicine not worth even the flying boat of the Luo family?"

The dispute continued, but if it goes on for a long time, there is no doubt that they can't leave here.

The formation inside Nanning Mountain has been cracked. In addition to the natural treasures, there are also many powerful monsters in the place where no one has set foot for thousands of years.

Including the rest of the mountain range, there are still restrictions.

Only this relatively safe road is left. It is hard to say that it is not left by Lingxue Pavilion on purpose.

The old man who was drinking quietly sighed softly at this moment, glanced at the mountain path with the corner of his eye, and said to himself.

"It's a bit noisy."

The young man in the lead was named Song Ping. He was still angry at this moment. He rolled up his sleeves and argued with Lingxue Pavilion angrily.

But the faces of several companions behind him were already very ugly.

The only woman among them, Song Yun, looked at her brother at this moment, then looked at the dim mountain path, and finally pulled her brother's sleeve.

"Don't say it, brother... give it to them."

At the end, Song Yun added in a low voice.

"Anyway, this precious medicine... was also obtained by that sword fairy sister for us. We can't take it away with our strength. Just pretend that nothing happened."

Thousand-year precious medicines grow in dangerous places. Occasionally, there are a few plants that are easy to take, but they have been taken away by others. The rest are either guarded by fierce beasts or dare not touch them at all.

None of them have great magical powers. At that time, they found a treasure land with four or five thousand-year-old precious medicines. They could only look at them, but they had no ability to pick them.

Until a sword-wielding girl passed by...

Song Ping was stunned at first, but then the anger in his eyes increased.

"You are right. If it was that person who asked me for the precious medicine, I would be willing to hand it over with both hands, just as if nothing happened."

"But they, why?"

"You have to know that my father's life span has been cut off and he is still on the sickbed. If he can take it back, he can live!"

The voice stopped abruptly.

A chain has been wrapped around his waist, and then it was pulled suddenly, and the burly Song Yun flew up.

It flew high in the air and then fell heavily to the ground.

With another wave of his hand, the chain wrapped around the waist of the person was instantly retracted into the hands of Ling Xue.

"Brother!"

The woman's expression showed grief and anger, and she was about to step forward, but then a chain gently wrapped around the other's ankle.

Bang.

The body tilted, but fell straight to the ground, and the head collided with the protruding rocks, making a dull sound.

The woman lay on the ground, and when she looked up again, her eyelids were blurred by blood. At this moment, the dark night fell into a red in her sight.

"The things are for you, for you, let us go..."

The remaining companions trembled and handed over the precious medicine.

Someone took it gently, then put it in the jade box for safekeeping, and responded.

"I said, it's not for you, but we buy it from you, in black and white, come and sign it."

After speaking, the man sneered, pointed to the dark mountain road, and then pointed to the distant Nanning City, and added.

"It's not such a bad thing for you to sell it to us. You can get some money after all. But with your mediocre skills, do you really think you can go back alive with the precious medicine?"

The words were harsh, but no one dared to refute.

One precious medicine, provided to a disciple with a little talent, is almost equivalent to a future great supernatural power.

A dozen precious medicines can be said to provide a force with ten great supernatural powers in the next ten years. In terms of this alone, it is more rapid than the blessing of the sacred tree.

After all, there is no shortage of geniuses in the world, only resources.

Just when several people were about to sign, a disciple of Lingxue came over and said something to the old man drinking with a strange look on his face.

"Someone is sealing the mountain? They are coming in a fierce manner, with 20 to 30 people, and great supernatural powers?"

The old man looked even weirder, and it was obvious that he didn't understand what was going on for a moment.

Could it be that someone was looking for trouble?

Let's test it first.

"Okay, they closed the mountain road, so we'll close the mountain road too!" the old man ordered.

The disciples of Lingxue Pavilion looked weird, but they did as they were told.

Soon, a clear voice came from the dark mountain road.

"Start closing the mountain road, start closing the mountain road."

"Wait..."

"Someone is going up the mountain."

The old man who was warming the wine narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the mountain road below. Soon, he saw a group of people.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a silent face. The aura around him was indeed that of a person in the middle third realm, um, fourth realm Kaiyang Great Divine Ability.

The rest, huh, were just a few big and small cats.

"I remember that you are the steward of the Luo family, Zhou Wenxian, right? What's the matter? You came up the mountain in the middle of the night. Do you want to have a drink with me?"

The old man spoke lightly, but his eyes did not look at the other party, but just talked to himself.

A practitioner with great magical powers can be regarded by the old man to some extent, but he is only qualified to say a few words.

If he really dares to sit down and drink with him, it can only be said that he has no idea in his heart.

A few days ago, the Luo family found a precious medicine, and this person also came to talk with him, but what's the use in the end.

Wasn't he still sent back by him in disgrace.

Zhou Wenxian's expression was still silent. He was silent by nature, and he didn't know how to respond to the old man's words at this moment.

He simply didn't answer, but talked to himself.

"I'm here to pick someone up, I hope the senior won't stop me."

Pick someone up?

At the other end of the mountain road, a man dressed in Luo's clothes walked out from behind the tree at some point, his face was a little flustered.

He had a precious medicine on him.

Previously, the Luo family found two thousand-year-old precious medicines, one of which was forced to be bought by Lingxue Pavilion halfway. He was smart and saw that the situation was not good.

Turned around and walked into the mountain.

The old man glanced at them, his face unchanged, and spoke lightly.

"Since it's the Luo family, it's easy to talk about it."

Song Ping, who was already covered in injuries and was supported by others, looked at the scene in the field at this moment, and listened to the words of both parties. His eyes were stunned, and then his expression was lonely.

By the way, the Luo family is also one of the top forces in Daxuan.

They are all big forces... I think they won't stop it.

"After all, it's the Luo family. Manager Zhou went up the mountain at night, so pay more."

"One tenth is a little too little, give it half."

The old man raised the wine glass and shook it towards Zhou Wenxian, then took a sip, raised the wine glass high towards the Luo family, and then turned it over.

Zhou Wenxian remained silent, just looked up and looked directly at the other party, and said one sentence.

"Senior, do you really want to bully my Luo family like this?"

Luo family?

The old man laughed heartily, and his voice echoed in the mountains and forests with the laughter.

"The Luo family is now just a castle in the air. Even an outsider like you can be sent to manage things. I am willing to pay you half, which is already for the Luo family's face."

"The rest of the people can't even get half."

The voice came with a strange smile.

"According to you, I still have to thank you?"

The old man looked at Zhou Wenxian and frowned. He didn't know when the other party dared to talk to him like this.

Zhou Wenxian stood straight in front with a silent face, and it seemed that he didn't speak at all.

A hand gently rested on Zhou Wenxian's shoulder.

The mountain wind blew, and the trees moved like shadows. In the sky, the dark clouds dissipated, and the bright moonlight appeared bit by bit.

The breeze was chilly.

The robe was as black as the night, and the young man walked out from behind Zhou Wenxian with a smile on his face. His expression was calm and unhurried.

"Five Realms Jade Balance..."

The old man was silent for a moment, then let the people on both sides disperse, raised his glass and invited.

"In that case, I won't say much. Zhou Wenxian, take your people and go."

The Luo family member holding the precious medicine walked over from the crowd in a nervous mood.

He passed Song Ping and others with complicated faces, and passed the disciples of Lingxue Pavilion.

Finally, he returned to Zhou Wenxian, his expression showing excitement and excitement.

A thousand-year-old medicinal material...

Even a thousand-year-old radish is worth some money, not to mention this thousand-year-old precious medicine.

He was so excited.

But Zhou Wenxian didn't leave.

Because Ye Wuyou didn't let him go.

"I remember there was another precious medicine a few days ago?"

The old man in the fifth realm narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes looked at Ye Wuyou again and again.

He is indeed a very young fifth realm...

"Are you a Luo family member?" He asked tentatively.

"At least you are not a disciple of Lingxue Pavilion." Ye Wuyou smiled.

He didn't deny it. He looked strange. He was not a genius from other forces. He was related to the Luo family. He was young and in the fifth realm...

Tianji Building [Wind, Flowers, Snow and Moon] Section - I heard that the head of the Luo family recently raised a young man with a good appearance. He could stay at home for half a month.

So the man in front of him...

I have realized it.

The old man seemed to think for a moment, and finally nodded and said.

"Take one for him."

Another precious medicine was put into the bag.

Looking at this scene, Song Ping's heart became more and more complicated.

Several young people looked at Ye Wuyou standing in front of them. There was a trace of... faint expectation hidden in their eyes filled with complex emotions.

In fact, in this world where cultivation determines everything, they should not have such expectations.

But the sword-wielding girl who met unexpectedly the day before yesterday gave them such expectations.

They had never imagined that they only pointed out the direction and did nothing else, but the other party killed the monster that they could not defeat and gave them a thousand-year-old precious medicine as a reward for their guidance.

After listening to Song Ping's family difficulties, he even specially selected a precious medicine with higher value for them.

And now...

Maybe, maybe.

Maybe the young man in front of him is also such a person?

But more in his heart, he sighed secretly, but there was no hope at all.

On the other side.

Zhou Wenxian's face was simple and calm, but he was inevitably happy in his heart.

Two thousand-year-old precious medicines are equivalent to two great magical powers that can be cultivated in the future.

It can be regarded as completing the mission of the Luo family this time, and the credit obtained afterwards is enough to exchange for the share of his wife's practice breakthrough.

He just raised his foot and turned to leave.

But then he stopped.

Because Ye Wuyou had not left yet.

Zhou Wenxian's eyes were a little puzzled, and finally he looked at the young man beside him silently.

This young man who devoured people's souls and looked like a demon when they first met was stroking his chin and looking at the crowd opposite him, thinking.

What is he looking at?

Hmm? Those young people with injuries all over their bodies?

The Song brothers and sisters looked at him with some complexity and expectation.

Zhou Wenxian looked at him with some doubt.

Ling Xuege's eyes were also focused on Ye Wuyou, and the old man's eyes showed unkindness and confusion.

Why doesn't he leave?

Then, under the gaze of everyone here, Ye Wuyou stretched out his hand with a smile on his face, facing the old man's scrutiny, and pointed at Song Yun and Song Ping who were all injured.

"What about them?"

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The girl in white was graceful, leaping in the forest.

For some reason, fog appeared in the mountains at night.

Lu Caiwei looked at the sky above, which was blocked by fog, and wanted to step into the air, but every time she jumped up, her energy would condense and fall down.

Xia Anmeng's voice rang out.

"It's strange that this place is restricted from flying. It's obviously not like this before."

Lu Caiwei looked puzzled, looking at the foggy environment around her, and said in her heart.

"Master... did we take the wrong road?"

"..."

"Master, please speak."

"Maybe, maybe, should, maybe we took the wrong road? Now we have walked out of Nanning Mountain and reached the depths of the mountain range?"

"What should I do?"

"Well, Master came here a thousand years ago, and I remember walking this way, but there was no restriction at that time."

Xia Anmeng was a little confused.

She had been here once a thousand years ago.

At that time, there were no restrictions outside Nanning Mountain, including this mountain range.

This place is originally a place rich in natural materials and treasures, and there are even sects that specialize in cultivating medicinal gardens and planting medicinal materials here.

But there has never been a thousand-year-old precious medicine produced.

What happened later? This led to the ban on this place and isolation for nearly a thousand years.

Lu Caiwei looked at the dull foggy sky and hesitated for a moment.

"Do you want to use that sword?"

"No, don't abuse it before you understand the situation here." Xia Anmeng stopped him.

A faint light came from the front of the fog.

It was a white and hazy illusory light and shadow, and even the gray fog could not block the penetration of the light.

"Huh, Soul-Separating Flower?"

Xia Anmeng was surprised.

"What is that?" Lu Caiwei asked in confusion.

"An irreplaceable precious medicine, but the effect, normally it is useless..."

"My master is just a remnant soul that can still survive until now, it is because he took this soul-leaving flower when he was alive. Otherwise, even if he is in the soul-nourishing ring, he will wear out due to the passage of time, and finally become unconscious."

"Although the great supernatural power is immortal, it is also limited. How can you live for hundreds of years relying on the soul alone?"

"This precious medicine can make the soul leave the body. Even if it is just a remnant soul, it can ensure long-term awake survival. In a sense, it is equivalent to a second life."

It is really useless, but it is very useful when it is used...

Lu Caiwei nodded, said "oh", and then said silently.

"Come on, come on, come on, come on, pick it."

It didn't take much effort to take the soul-leaving flower. Unexpectedly, there was no monster guarding it.

Holding the precious medicine in her hand, Lu Caiwei was about to put it away.

A sound of breaking through the air suddenly came, piercing the fog.

The long sword was unsheathed, and the huge aura swept everything with a fierceness. The fog rolled back, and the trees danced, like a hurricane passing through.

Lu Caiwei still put away the precious medicine slowly, and then looked forward with some doubts.

Three black-robed old men appeared from the chaotic fog, and behind them was a pale young woman with a charming smile.

"Awesome, awesome, no more fighting, you just put away the Soul-Separation Flower, right? Give us the precious medicine and go."

"Why, don't you agree? How about I exchange it with you for other precious medicines? I didn't expect you to be so powerful."

"Lady, can you give me some face? My brother is the young master, Ling Xue's young master, and he must find this Soul-Separation Flower."

The pale young man smiled and spoke, while throwing something into his mouth, his expression was dreamy, but he was knocked up.

Lu Caiwei's face was not the slightest ripple, but became more and more indifferent.

She raised the sword in her hand.

"Quick battle, quick decision." Xia Anmeng's voice sounded in her mind, and the other party's behavior disgusted her.

However, ordinary fifth realms are really nothing in front of her disciple now.

But the next moment.

A strange voice came from the mist.

The voice was extremely hoarse and difficult, but then it became sharp, the tone changed, but the voice was disgusting.

Three simple words, fifteen bends.

"Don't... move."

The pale young woman froze in place for a moment, and the three protectors did the same.

The leader showed astonishment and disbelief in his eyes.

They are in the fifth realm.

The qi in his body is still flowing, but he can't use it at all. Even if he wants to turn his head to see the direction where the sound comes from, he can't do it.

Lu Caiwei's figure is also frozen in place, her whole body is stiff, and the cold long sword in her hand is still raised, but she can't swing it.

What is this...

Words come true?

"Use that sword..." Xia Anmeng's voice sounded quietly.

The figures on both sides froze in place, like motionless wooden men in the fields.

Two faint lights suddenly appeared in the gray mist that had once again filled the area.

A figure like a small mountain was faintly revealed in the mist, and the human figure in front of it was so small.

That was not a faint light.

It was a pair of beast eyes as bright as torches.