My practice narration is weird

Lu Caiwei was paralyzed on the ground, dripping with sweat and breathing slightly.

But his eyes gradually became brighter.

Ye Wuyou didn't understand what method the narrator used to help the other party get through the inevitable tribulation of inner demons, and what was meant by "becoming her inner demon".

But for now, everything seems fine.

But there was one thing that made Ye Wuyou very concerned.

Lu Caiwei had no idea she was still alive before.

Why?

"Xiaan dream."

Ye Wuyou was slightly angry at this moment.

That night in the Imperial City, Lu Caiwei could not detect anything unusual, and Ye Wuyou's own state of mind that "all living beings have no identity" at that time naturally did not bother to talk to the other party.

But Xia Anmeng, who appeared after Lu Caiwei passed out, knew that she was not dead.

But now it seems that Xia Anmeng didn't even mention it to Lu Caiwei?

The illusory soul transformed in front of Lu Caiwei and whispered something to Lu Caiwei.

At this moment, being called by Ye Wuyou, Xia Anmeng trembled and muttered.

"Okay, okay, I understand. I didn't tell my disciple that you were not dead before."

"Why?"

"She is a sword cultivator. Look at how fast she has been practicing recently. She has reached the fifth realm in one year. Even without this incident, the sixth realm is just around the corner."

"What does this have to do with whether I die or not?" Ye Wuyou was still confused.

"On the first page of the kendo sword manual, there is no man in my heart, and the god of nature draws the sword..."

Xia Anmeng murmured in a low voice, then added with a hint of apology.

"I thought you would come back and tell her by yourself later, not to mention that you left that night. My disciple's temperament is purest when he draws the sword without any worries. It would be most troublesome if he had other thoughts in his mind."

"Moreover, you have something strange...instead of leaving a trace in her heart and then dying, it would be better to stop thinking about it at that time."

When Ye Wuyou heard this, his tone slightly condensed and he said very dissatisfied.

"Do you think I will die sooner or later if I can't reach the Seventh Realm?"

Xia Anmeng was silent for a moment and sighed softly.

"That's how I felt at the time."

Ye Wuyou originally wanted to ask, what about now? But after a second thought, he realized that this matter was meaningless. He squatted down, raised his face slightly, and looked at Lu Caiwei with clear eyes, who was slumped on the ground and panting softly.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Okay, okay." Lu Caiwei responded softly.

Is it?

Ye Wuyou hesitated again when he spoke. He blinked and felt that the other person's breathing was even faster than before.

In the end, he didn't say much, he just stood up and looked at the empty Nanning City around him, except for two people and one soul, and then looked at the Nanning Mountains in the distance with his faint aura.

The realm of mystery is still there.

The lives of the people in Nanning City are still passing by.

"You have a good rest and I'll take care of this damn thing."

He was about to leave, but he found that the corner of his clothes was gently pulled.

Lu Caiwei was sitting on the ground now, holding his sleeve tightly with one hand, but her eyes were firm, and she spoke softly and stumbled.

"Me, I'll go too."

"Nonsense."

Ye Wuyou shook his head. Lu Caiwei seems to have overcome the inner demon tribulation now, but it is different from the ordinary inner demon tribulation. The empty Qi machine at the moment will not be filled automatically as you break through the realm. It can only be said that We are already on the path to the Sixth Realm, but we can’t really call it the Sixth Realm at the moment.

Ye Wuyou explained earnestly.

"That's weird. Even if you are in the Sixth Realm at the moment, you can't resist the weird and unexplainable magical powers. Besides, you don't understand weirdness. I'm different..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Xia Anmeng.

"Then let me ask you, if that ghost says the word 'die' to you, how can you resist it?"

Ye Wuyou's eyes paused slightly, with hesitation in his eyes.

Can [Tricky Door Coffin] directly imprison that weird thing?

possible.

If I use [Tricky Door Coffin] to imprison myself, can I resist that weird magical power?

possible.

But it's only possible.

There is a lot of room for manipulation, and Ye Wuyou can think of several solutions, but he has not tried them in detail and cannot guarantee the success rate.

What should I do if that ghost thing tells me "die" as soon as it comes up?

Seeing Ye Wuyou's hesitation, Xia Anmeng smiled proudly, raised his head with dignity, and then floated on Lu Caiwei's body, placing his hands gently on the girl's shoulders.

Xia Anmeng first pointed at Lu Caiwei. She wanted to say something, but saw that Lu Caiwei lowered her head and said nothing, so she stubbornly put her arm around the girl's neck and slightly raised Lu Caiwei's beautiful face. , forcibly looking into Ye Wuyou's eyes.

Ye Wuyou's eyes began to freeze and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

From this angle, you can see...the girl's snow-white jade neck.

"Let me tell you, my disciple's magical powers are unprecedented and unparalleled. He uses the sun and moon to derive his magical powers. He is much more powerful than those dragons, snakes, apes, and visualization diagrams. He can break through all kinds of magic with one sword and can break through weird and unexplainable magical powers. ”

The dharma phase of the sun and moon? Cracking the weird magical power?

Ye Wuyou knew the value of these words, and after looking at Lu Caiwei and nodding lightly without denying it, he finally made a decision.

"Then let's go together."

He stretched out his hand towards the girl sitting on the ground.

Lu Caiwei nodded slightly, her eyes slightly avoiding Ye Wuyou's curious and fiery gaze, and then she held the other person's hand.

Although the girl's hands have been holding swords for years, the back of her hands are still delicate, white and smooth. The slightly torn sleeves fall down as the girl raises her hands, revealing her slender, boneless and white arms.

As if possessed by a ghost, Ye Wuyou's fingertips slide uncontrollably on the back of Lu Caiwei's hands.

Lu Caiwei suddenly took a deep breath, but did not move.

She tried to stand up, but felt weak all over and could not move at all.

Is it a sequelae? After all, this body was previously occupied by the inner demon...

"Wait a minute..." Lu Caiwei wanted to say wait a minute, give herself some time to stand up again.

But a pulling force came from her arm, and the next moment, she was leaning on a warm body.

Ye Wuyou carried Lu Caiwei on his back at this moment.

Lu Caiwei looked a little flustered, and wanted to loosen her hands, but the man's clear words came from the front.

"Hold on and don't move."

So she obediently did not move, like a cat lying on the man.

Xia Anmeng's spirit stood aside, looking at the two people left and right, curling her lips, and I don't know if there was a trace of loneliness and envy on her illusory beautiful face.

Finally, it turned into a stream of light and drilled into the gap between the two people, and I don't know whose body it went into.

Ye Wuyou's toes flicked, and his figure jumped high, stepping towards the sky.

The city of Nanning on the ground shrank little by little.

The wind whistled, but it was isolated by Ye Wuyou's aura, leaving only the cool breeze blowing through the woman's hair, blowing across the beautiful and moving cheeks, and gently brushing the hearts of the two.

Lu Caiwei leaned behind Ye Wuyou, holding the black sword tightly in her hand, looking at everything around her, looking at the mountains in the distance that were getting closer and closer, and feeling the sunlight gently falling from the sky.

He is still there, and the master is still there...

There was a trance in the girl's eyes.

A clear long sword was taken out by the man at this moment and handed to her.

Lu Caiwei stared at her lost sword in astonishment.

She was a sword cultivator.

And this was a sword that had accompanied her for many years.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the man in front of her. The voice was calm, gentle and with a faint smile.

"Don't lose it again next time."