My practice narration is weird

A cloud boat is sailing through the wind above the clouds.

At the end of the cloud boat, you can see the city of Nanning moving away little by little.

The head of Lingxue Pavilion is called Xing Dao. At this moment, he is wearing a black and white robe and sitting upright on the cloud boat. Although his face is calm, there is still a flash of displeasure in his eyes.

The second real person of Baiyun Temple is like this, unreasonable and does things according to his heart.

Whenever you want to argue with him, even if you are right, the other party will only use a sentence "This is fate" to get away.

If the other party had not finally seen that he was stubborn and reluctantly said "I will lend you a fate today, and I will return it tomorrow", Xing Dao would have fought with him fiercely.

In Xing Dao's view, getting the other party to say this seems to be more important than the strange "fishing rod".

He had heard of the concept of fate. Even in the orthodox Taoist sect, it was an illusory existence. Unexpectedly, no one in the Taoist sect had cultivated it, but the Taoist master Baiyun Temple, who had only a slight connection with the Taoist sect, had cultivated it.

Although he did not understand, he vaguely knew that the old Taoist had a saying that he often said.

"Fate is power."

A painful murmur came from the side. Pavilion Master Lingxue slightly side-glanced, and when he saw the woman lying on the cloud boat, his brows furrowed.

Ji Wuye seemed to wake up slowly at this moment.

Pavilion Master Xingdao slowly stood up and walked to the naked woman. He looked down and kept sweeping across her pale face, taking in every subtle change in her expression.

After seeing the person clearly, the fear in the woman's eyes subsided a little, and then she tried to get up in a mess.

But there was a force that bound her and she could not move.

"Big, big Pavilion Master, the big Pavilion Master is you, thank you for saving me!"

Xing Dao finally couldn't hold back the anger in his eyes, leaned over and pinched the other's cheek tightly.

The sudden action made Ji Wuye's eyes reveal the fear that was not concealed at all. The corners of his lips on his pale cheeks were stained red with blood. At this moment, his sandalwood mouth was slightly opened, revealing a pink clove tongue, and he was hesitant and couldn't speak.

"Why did you survive, why did it happen to you." Xing Dao's eyes were more and more angry.

As Ji Wuye's master, he naturally knew that the other party was a double soul in one body.

But Ji Wuye, who had been trained for so long, has now become a waste.

This made him a little unacceptable for a while.

"Pavilion Master, it hurts..." Ji Wuye uttered the words vaguely.

Xing Dao took a deep breath, and his eyes finally became indifferent. At this moment, he stared at the other's scarred chest.

Then, his fingertips slid from the woman's cheek along the body.

Ji Wuye's body trembled slightly, but Xing Dao's fingertips gently touched the wound, pulling the qi in his body, and the injury immediately improved. The thin blood vessels were combined little by little, and the white skin and flesh bulged little by little, as if the flesh and blood were reborn.

The realm and the weirdness are still there, Xing Dao thought silently in his heart.

Maybe it can still be used?

"It's come to this... the practice and those ghost things are still in you, you will still be the young master in the future."

Xing Dao said indifferently, then tore off his robe and threw it on the other person.

He kicked Ji Wuye's cheek, and then pointed to the pavilion attached to the cloud boat in front.

"Go in, before you go back, this pavilion master doesn't want to see you again."

Ji Wuye was not angry at all, but was relieved, and staggered and crawled in.

In the pavilion room.

Ji Wuye closed the door, and then sat on the soft bed without saying a word, with his hands around his knees, his head buried deep in them, and his blood-stained hair hanging down to his side.

She did not use any Qi.

But the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and even her body twitched slightly, which was difficult to suppress.

If you just look at it this way, it seems that some symptoms have occurred.

"Wuwuwu..."

It seems that she keeps sobbing because of the miserable experience.

But on the cheek hidden between her legs, the arc of her mouth corners is indeed getting weirder and bigger.

"Wuwuwu... Jiewuwujiejiejiewuwujiejie."

She is laughing.

Ji Wuye calmly stretched out his hand, first stroking the cheek that was pinched by the other party, then falling on the neck that was pinched by Ye Wuyou, and finally holding the right breast that had just grown.

Her fingertips pinched tightly, and the white semicircle kept changing shape in her hands, and her movements seemed to be filled with hatred.

These two pounds of rotten meat are really disgusting. The old man is really cheap. He even helped me recover...

"Ye Wuyou, Xing Dao, you have all been fooled..."

The woman's drooping expression suddenly changed, just like before.

He is still Ji Wuye, still the previous Ji Wuye.

How could he explode himself and always protect such a small area without being affected, leaving that fake "sister" alone?

It was the soul of the woman he threw out that exploded.

And he was seriously injured. After he was sure that he was unable to fight again, he disguised himself as a "sister"...

Thinking of the flattering and almost flattering actions he had done to Ye Wuyou, Ji Wuye's expression changed, his mouth twitched slightly, and he vomited several times in a row.

He even made the worst plan. If the other party was tempted by his beauty and went straight to him...

Then he could only accept it.

Fortunately, Ye Wuyou did not make any strange moves.

"That old man Xing Dao didn't notice anything unusual. This is an opportunity and a variable... But I was also seriously injured this time. The key is who will perfectly replace this body in the future."

"Besides, I have to disguise myself as a woman in the future, ugh."

Ji Wuye's eyes were a little gloomy. He had been deliberately carrying a useless sister who was copied from him, of course, not looking for trouble.

[Intimate] let him know the secret of Lingxue Pavilion, but he couldn't resist openly.

If he continued on his current path, the Seventh Realm would not be a chance to change his fate, but a dead end.

So the "sister" who perfectly matched with himself was the key. The Soul-Separating Flower he was looking for this time could allow his soul to leave for a long time without dying. Apart from that, he didn't bring anything else.

What should I do?

A confused voice suddenly came from his heart.

"This is... why am I here?"

Ji Wuye's eyes trembled, his pupils suddenly shrank, as if he had thought of something, and he scanned his body in disbelief.

A new soul was born...

This time, he used [Copy] too much, and the price he paid was that another self appeared.

This also meant that he didn't have much life left...

Ji Wuye's expression changed, and the two pupils now started from the center of his eyebrows, like a dividing line.

One side looked confused and puzzled, and the other side was thinking.

The voice in his heart came again, with doubt.

"I, why am I a woman's body? I, Ji Wuye, am obviously a man."

"Strange, I am a man, you, who are you."

The voice was hurried.

Ji Wuye was about to say that he was going to have another weak sister, but he was stunned when he heard this.

No, why does this sound familiar.

Huh...

One side of his eyes was still confused, while the other side had already shown a trace of fear and disbelief.

Ji Wuye, who was already in the sixth realm, felt a chill spreading all over his body for no reason at this moment.

The other party's words seemed to involve some memories that shouldn't exist, or memories that were subconsciously ignored.

I seemed to have said the same thing at the beginning...

What is the real price of [copying]?

Ji Wuye opened his mouth, he wanted to respond, he wanted to use his own calculations, his own plans, and his own words to lay out everything.

Ji Wuye could face Ye Wuyou and beg for mercy so that the other party didn't kill him immediately, and he could also deceive the Pavilion Master of the Seventh Realm, Xing Dao. He was confident that he could still control everything.

He wanted to deceive this soul, this [copied] self, into being mentally retarded and control it.

But he suddenly felt that all the cognition in his soul, the control of the weirdness, and even the memories in his soul were dissipating bit by bit.

No, not dissipating.

The price of [copying] is [cutting].

Then everything of his was [pasted] on another soul bit by bit.

Soon, the eye that showed thinking gradually dimmed, and he was a little stupid and sluggish.

Instead, the confusion in the other eye dissipated, gradually calmed down, and was even more sharp.

The new Ji Wuye took a deep breath, but then his eyes paused and his mind swept through.

He felt a little disgusted as he sensed the other dull soul in his body.

"Are you the other me that was copied? So disgusting."

The original Ji Wuye just smiled foolishly in response.

"Brother, brother..."