My practice narration is weird

"Zhang Dadan, Zhang Dadan, Zhang Dadan, what's wrong with me calling you by your name? Isn't that your name?"

"I am now in Baiyun Temple..."

Wang Ting Zhenren stepped forward and interrupted the other party.

Facing Zhang Dadan with an angry face, Wang Ting Zhenren just pointed his finger at his nose and cursed.

"Why, we met in a dilapidated temple a hundred years ago, and you told me your name was Zhang Dadan. Now you think you are noble and don't even recognize your name, right?"

This great Zhenren who has been in Baiyun Temple for more than a hundred years stared at Wang Ting in front of him, and the anger in his eyes seemed to burst out in the next moment, and his whole body was shaking.

Ding Wang was standing in a corner at this moment, covering his broken arm and staring at the scene in front of him with a dull look.

The second uncle and the master quarreled...

Speaking of which...

I only knew that the master's surname was Zhang, but not his real name. I asked him before, but the master did not respond to him. Instead, he warned him not to reveal his real name to others casually, so as not to be used by those who studied strange spells.

Ding Wang was confused at the time. He only thought that the master's surname was Zhang, so he thought it was related to the oldest Taoist master in the legend.

I didn't expect it to be called Zhang Dadan?

Ding Wang opened his mouth and wanted to persuade the two great masters to stop quarreling, but he couldn't make any sound when the words came to his mouth.

The huge aura permeated the surroundings, and the pressure filled the entire mountain forest. The air around seemed to become condensed, and people's every move became extremely difficult.

This is the Seven Realms Tianji.

Ding Wang's eyes showed a bit of shock at first, but then revealed envy and yearning that could not be concealed.

One day, I will be like my master, step into Tianji, become a person of the upper three realms, and see with my own eyes all the scenery that ordinary people can hardly imagine.

But the most urgent thing is to persuade the two great masters to stop, otherwise the situation will develop in a bad direction.

If the two really fight, wouldn't Baiyun Temple be turned into ashes on the spot?

Ding Wang gritted his teeth and tried to make a sound.

The voice came and echoed in the ears of several people.

"Ahhh, it's so noisy, I'm going crazy."

"Stop making noise, you, yes, stop barking like a dog."

"If you bark again, go out and bark."

The voice spread, and the two masters, including his master, turned around instantly and glanced at Ding Wang with strange eyes.

Ding Wang's face was a little stiff for a moment, and then he shook his head frantically, indicating that it was not him.

He hadn't said anything yet, how could he dare to say that the two masters were "barking like a dog" like this?

The three people's eyes instantly focused on the figure that had been lying on the ground not far ahead since it fell from the sky.

But now...

Ye Wuyou is making a lot of noise now.

At this moment, he leaned against a rock beside him, holding his forehead with one hand, knocking over and over again, grinning hoarsely, with a painful expression.

What is this kid doing?

Master Wang Ting frowned, then glared at Zhang Dadan and cursed.

"Zhang Dadan, what the hell did you do to him?"

Master Da's eyes paused, with obvious confusion in his eyes.

"How would I know? The previous injury was not fatal at all... No, Wang Ting, I warn you, don't call me Zhang Dadan, and what right do you have to question me like this!"

Master Zhang reacted quickly and almost laughed out of anger.

It was good enough that he didn't execute Ye Wuyou in the first place, but you still come to question me?

"Bullshit, you know exactly what you did."

"I know you... Huh, Huh, may you be blessed with infinite blessings." The Great Immortal stroked his chest with his hand, trying to suppress the anger in his heart.

Ding Wang's soul was swallowed by the other party. If it was just the soul, it would be fine, but the soul contained some luck.

This matter was beyond Zhang Dadan's understanding.

If swallowing the soul could swallow Ding Wang's luck, then he, Zhang Dadan, would have done it long ago.

This was also the reason why he didn't crush Ye Wuyou immediately before. On the one hand, Ye Wuyou absorbed some of Ding Wang's luck, and on the other hand...

He also wanted to know how this was done.

Thinking of this, Zhang Dadan snorted lightly, and stopped arguing with Wang Ting, but turned to Ye Wuyou and spoke.

"Boy, let me ask you something..."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Wuyou responded.

"Get out, stop barking like a dog."

Zhang Dadan's face froze instantly. He was silent for a long time, and finally laughed out of anger.

When Wang Ting heard this, he really covered his stomach and laughed heartily, stamping his feet repeatedly.

"Zhang Dadan, did you hear that? Get out quickly. I'm here now, what else do you want to do to him?"

But then, the man's voice came, and Wang Ting's face changed instantly.

"Get out, you too."

This time it was Zhang Dadan's turn to smile sarcastically.

But the smile on the corner of his mouth was restrained, Zhang Dadan's eyes were gloomy, laughing at nothing, he really didn't know what he was laughing at.

Ye Wuyou took a deep breath at this moment, and his figure slowly stood up. The pain in his eyes finally dissipated a little bit.

He couldn't hear what happened in the outside world at all.

Ye Wuyou didn't know where the aura that emerged from the air came from at first, but now he knows.

Because there are three voices in his mind now.

", "

It means hungry!

The sacred tree was constantly shouting, like a baby bird opening its mouth to its parents.

No matter how much Ye Wuyou shouted, it couldn't stop.

[Murderous aura forms clouds for three hours, and cold sounds spread throughout the night]

[Dancing steel knives in Baiyun Temple, every knife is stained with black soil and blood]

[Kill, kill, kill, leave no one alive, today you will transform Baiyun Temple, turn white clouds into black soil, use blood as roads, and use roads as ladders, kill him without leaving any chickens or dogs, kill him and turn the world upside down, and kill a bright and clear world]

This is the narrator barking.

There is another voice.

"Okay, okay, I won't talk nonsense with you, kid, you quickly make this stupid tree stop, this alliance leader has been sucked dry."

"Let it stop first, don't suck it, we can talk later."

The source of this voice is... Feng Xinling.

The mysterious man who once appeared inside the Lu family's sacred tree.

At that time, the Lu family's ancestor Ye Wuyou didn't know what realm he was in, but now I think he should be in the seventh realm, or equivalent to the seventh realm.

And Feng Xinling can suppress the other party at any time.

However, under the silent cooperation of Ye Wuyou and Luo Qinghan, his body finally collapsed, leaving only his soul, which was swallowed by the sacred tree in Ye Wuyou's body.

But Feng Xinling did not die.

Ye Wuyou knew long ago that Feng Xinling was not dead, and his soul was still inside the sacred tree space.

The rest of the souls were used as nutrients by the sacred tree, but Feng Xinling's soul was covered with a layer of crystal barrier, and even if Ye Wuyou instructed the sacred tree to whip it, it could not break it.

But now, under the words of the narrator, his soul was constantly absorbed, and the soul power turned into a wisp of powerful qi to fill Ye Wuyou's body.

The light in Ye Wuyou's eyes flickered gently, and he finally regained some consciousness.

It was too noisy and more chaotic before.

Three voices were talking in his mind, chattering and shouting wildly, and no one could understand them.

Ye Wuyou was very familiar with this situation, just like several people talking in the game, and at this time someone must have a louder voice than them.

Fortunately, his voice was still quite loud.

It was a little quieter now, and the narrator seemed to be tired of shouting and had no more words. As for the shouting of the sacred tree, Ye Wuyou gradually began to adapt.

But...

Why are these three guys looking at him? Aren't they going to fight?

The old Taoist was also there... He didn't seem to have any ill intentions.

Ye Wuyou was about to take a step, but his face changed slightly and he hissed.

He then weighed his current state, then looked at his arm that had already revealed the white bones, and finally waved his hand weakly in front of him.

"Hey, why are you all leaning on that and looking at me? Do you want to fight or not? If not, I'm leaving."

Although he said this, Ye Wuyou really didn't have much strength left.

He could still fight a few moves with the sixth realm, but he was really helpless against the seventh realm.

Although the aura intercepted from Feng Xinling was very powerful, it was only a wisp.

It was barely enough to recover from his own injuries, let alone fight with others.

Unless...

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Ye Wuyou's eyes. Since the sacred tree could break Feng Xinling's defense, the worst result would be to devour Feng Xinling completely.

Although the soul of the seventh realm was not as majestic as the wood spirit body of the Lu family ancestor at that time, it was possible to fight with it if he really tried his best.

Of course, Master Zhang Dadan would not let Ye Wuyou go. Whether it was the luck that was stripped away or the strangeness of Ye Wuyou, he wanted to keep him.

He was about to make a move at this moment, but he heard a light snort from the side.

Master Wang Ting crossed his arms and stepped on the bluestone beside the road. His Taoist robe was tattered, but he just stared at him with his eyes slanted.

"Zhang Dadan, you try it?"

Master Zhang's face had returned to calm at this moment, and he responded indifferently.

"I know you practice the law of fate, but this boy harmed the head of Cui family in front of our Baiyun Temple. If we don't catch him, will we be ridiculed in the future?"

This is indeed very reasonable.

But Wang Ting is not very reasonable.

"Head of Cui family... he has no objection, what does it have to do with our Baiyun Temple?"

"Head of Cui family is dead, of course he has no objection."

"That's it, the Cui family will naturally go to him if they have any objections. Zhang Dadan, didn't you always like to let things take their course in the past, not to interfere in everything, and think that everything is their own destiny. Even when the master and the third brother left, you were calm and did not move at all. Why do you care so much now?" Wang Ting grinned.

Zhang Zhenren's face was silent for a moment, then he looked at his junior brother with strange eyes and said lightly.

"Wang Ting, do you really want to go against me?"

Wang Ting smiled, as if he was tired of standing, so he squatted on the stone steps.

"You are wrong, Zhang Dadan. You have been against me. I have told you long ago that this person is the guide of my practice of the law of fate, just like your practice of destiny. I also know that practice is not easy. I have given you a chance as a disciple, but I just asked you not to interfere.

But what are you planning? Do you want to wipe out this boy behind my back? Zhang Dadan, you should either speak out directly or shut up and get out."

Zhang Zhenren was silent.

Things have come to this point. If Ye Wuyou is just an ordinary practitioner and just the guide of his junior brother's law of fate, then it would be fine.

But why can he snatch Ding Wang's luck?

I can't do this myself...

Thinking for only a moment, Zhang Zhenren finally shook his head, raised his arm gently, passed through the sleeves of the robe and gently gathered in front of him, drawing a round line.

He stepped lightly with his toes, holding his knees to the left and right, but his body did not move at all.

Master Zhang's words echoed at the mountain gate in the night along with the sound of wind.

"Wang Ting, have you forgotten, I am your senior brother, you are no match for me."

Ding Wang was already standing in the corner, looking blankly at the ground around him. There was nothing there, but in his eyes, he seemed to see something.

It wasn't because of pressure, but because it was the first time he saw his master's extraordinary formations.

With just a wave of his hand and a step of his toes, the Qimen Formation was able to defeat him, but he was too many.

Ordinary formations use formation flags and formation objects as formation eyes. No matter how exquisite or vivid the formation is, it is still a dead thing after all.

The Qimen Formation can turn itself into the eye of the formation, turning dead objects into living things. It changes constantly, but it still maintains the appearance of the formation, drawing the ground as a prison.

But now, there are formation eyes all around, and there are no restrictions around it. It seems that you can leave at will, but it seems that there are flaws, and it seems to be worse than ordinary formation techniques.

But Ding Wang knew that all the formations were gates of death.

If you make one wrong step, you will be in crisis.

Thinking of this, Ding Wang couldn't help but look aside, towards where Ye Wuyou was standing before.

You can't run away. You killed the snow leopard and still want to leave?

That rascal……

Um?

What about that guy?

Damn it, he ran away?

How did he leave this place surrounded by strange formations?

The voice in front of him interrupted his thoughts.

It also refreshed Ding Wang's understanding.

Under the gaze, Ding Wang only saw his second uncle, Master Wang Ting, waving his hand.

But it's not about using magical powers.

Instead, he lay down directly on the ground.

He had an indifferent smile on his face, but there were faint ripples surrounding his figure.

Immediately, Wang Ting shouted uninhibitedly.

"Ah, yes, yes, it doesn't matter. You really think I like to stay in Baiyun Temple. Zhang Dayan, you make me feel uncomfortable, then..."

"Don't let everyone have a good time."

"If I'm not happy, then no one else should be happy."

Master Zhang's expression became stiff for an instant, his hands were raised in the air, neither moving nor moving.

I originally thought that by virtue of my status as senior brother and my superior strength to the other party, I would make my junior brother give in a little bit.

Unexpectedly, this junior brother of mine seemed to just start showing off.

It's okay for ordinary people to show off, but the Royal Court... is in the Seventh Realm.

In this situation...he really didn't dare to push the other party into a hurry.

"Zhang Dayan, do it. Why don't you see if you can beat me now? The two bastards Xu Qingyuan and Zhang Shixuan did not die in vain."

At this moment, Wang Ting was lying flat on the ground, with his head on his hands, legs crossed, looking at the full moon in the night sky, looking relaxed and uncomfortable.

Master Zhang sighed softly and finally looked at where Ye Wuyou was before. There was no one there.

From the corner of his eye, he looked at the dark corner of the forest and frowned slightly.

He waved his hand and left the place with Ding Wang without leaving any words.

Wang Ting looked leisurely, looking at the full moon in the sky that was constantly shrouded by dark clouds, and then the dark clouds were blown away by the wind.

Darkness and moonlight kept intersecting on the forest path.

There were slight footsteps behind him.

Ye Wuyou's figure walked out behind the old man, releasing the [ghost]'s concealment.

"Why?"

Ye Wuyou asked, his voice calm and filled with doubts.

After waiting for a while, he still received no answer, so Ye Wuyou thought for a while, then slowly walked to the old man's side and sat down quietly.

He could leave directly when the two of them were confronting each other. Under the guidance of the narrator, the "death gates" in the Qimen formation revealed a clear "life gate".

But he had too many doubts.

And the old Taoist in front of him...except for the fact that he touched porcelain in the first place, he really didn't seem to have any ill intentions.

The old man didn't speak, just looked up at the dark sky, so Ye Wuyou also looked at it with doubts.

When the full moon emerged from the dark clouds again, Wang Ting stood up with one hand on the ground and patted the cuff of the ragged Taoist robe with the other hand.

But the Taoist robe was already dirty. Even Wang Ting's hands were dirty at the moment, so naturally he couldn't wipe off the dark dust on his clothes.

The old and smiling voice came.

"Hehe, I was right at the beginning. If you give me a lotus seed to make a romantic connection, won't I help you?"

Ye Wuyou was stunned for a moment, then took out the small white jade bottle from his arms and handed it to the old man, which contained the last two purple-gold lotus seeds from the Dao Sect.

Wang Ting didn't even look at it, he just said casually.

"No need. Although this thing is precious, it has limited effect on me. The quantity is too small to cause a qualitative change. Besides, I have already got what I want."

Wang Ting stretched out his hand that was full of soil, loosened his fingertips, and held his palm empty.

There is obviously nothing, but it seems to be holding something.

"I can't tell you too much. After all, you are only in the fifth realm. If I tell you too much about things in the upper three realms, it will only add distracting thoughts out of thin air and affect your own inner demon calamity in the future."

"But there is one thing I can tell you. You don't have to feel that you owe me anything. After all, I am cultivating fate, and now this fate has been truly established."

"Look, this is fate, but you can't see this thing, hum."

Master Wang Ting had a smile on his face, looking at his empty palms with a very proud look on his face.

Out of sight...

Is it?

Ye Wuyou was slightly startled, but his eyes remained calm.

He tilted his head slightly and looked at the lights in the city below the mountain.

The extremely twisted and ugly thing in the old Taoist's hand... is it fate?

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