My practice narration is weird

The quiet sunlight falls on the windowsill.

This is a moment of tranquility in Yangguan after a long time.

Inside the building, a girl in a white dress sits quietly at the table, looking out the window, lost in thought for a long time.

Two long swords, one black and one white, are placed flat in front of her.

Suddenly, the girl tilts her head slightly as if she has sensed something, and looks at the door beside her.

The door is gently opened, revealing Ye Wuyou's figure.

A glimmer flashed in her clear eyes, and then the girl asked stutteringly.

"You, why are you here?"

Ye Wuyou did not answer, but raised something in his hand and handed it to Lu Caiwei, which was something wrapped in paper.

Then, he took out a most common low-level talisman and gave it to Lu Caiwei, then smiled and pointed at his hand.

"Well, let me show you a magic trick, use this talisman to light it."

But he answered the wrong question.

Lu Caiwei didn't know what magic was, and her eyes were puzzled, but she still did it.

The talisman ignited, sparks flew out, and the wrapped tissue was instantly burned, but a bright little flower was exposed.

He handed it forward, and Lu Caiwei took it, her eyes slightly stunned, still thinking, while Ye Wuyou sat aside naturally.

He looked at the two sharp swords lightly.

Lu Caiwei was looking at the flowers in her hand in a daze, but Xia Anmeng's words rang quietly in Lu Caiwei's heart.

"Tsk... This stinky boy sent you flowers, disciple, you have to be careful, don't agree to what this boy says next."

Ye Wuyou's voice rang at the same time.

"Let me guess, is Xia Anmeng saying bad things about me?"

"You...you...how do you know." Lu Caiwei widened her eyes.

Xia Anmeng's heart was filled with black lines, she never thought that her disciple was so stupid.

After getting the confirmation, Ye Wuyou spread his hands and answered undeniably.

"Because I didn't send her flowers."

"Is that so?" Lu Caiwei nodded in confusion.

She whispered.

"Then I'll give the flowers to Master."

"What a waste! Would I care about a little flower? Master, how could I care? This is yours." Xia Anmeng gritted her teeth in her heart.

"Put it away, put it away, but you are not allowed to take it out in front of Master." Xia Anmeng said.

Oh...

After being scolded by Xia Anmeng, Lu Caiwei drooped her head, a little listless, but still put the flowers away carefully.

Withdrawing his eyes from Lu Caiwei, Ye Wuyou tilted his head slightly, turned his head away, and then a curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He didn't know why he felt like laughing, but this mood was really wonderful.

It wasn't a funny feeling, but an inexplicable joy in his heart.

What was he going to do?

Ah, right, right, the inner demon tribulation.

No matter how much others say, if you haven't experienced it, you haven't experienced it. As for the Heart Demon Tribulation, Ye Wuyou is now a theoretical warrior, but he doesn't know how many points he can get in actual practice.

Besides, he can't even find the edge of the Heart Demon Tribulation.

So he decided to ask the magical Lu Caiwei.

Lu Caiwei survived the Heart Demon Tribulation with the help of his [narration].

But Ye Wuyou didn't know the details.

How did she get through it? Why was she the other party's Heart Demon Tribulation?

"Heart Demon Tribulation..." Lu Caiwei was stunned.

Her eyes showed memories, and she thought at first, but then her eyes flashed slightly, but she turned her head slightly and stopped looking at Ye Wuyou.

How did she get through the Heart Demon Tribulation?

Only she knew.

That Heart Demon Tribulation was different from what everyone said, strange, inexplicable, and extremely painful.

That was the feeling of the precious things in your heart being destroyed over and over again.

The Heart Demon Tribulation is fake, it is an image in your heart, but so what.

The "fake" that cannot be escaped or avoided is the truth.

But only when the consciousness sinks, the inner demon calamity blends with reality, and the figure standing in front of you is the figure that has been destroyed countless times in the "fake".

All the inner demon calamities will naturally disappear.

But how can Lu Caiwei say this?

The little stutterer hesitated at this moment, his face flushed, his eyes drooped, but he couldn't say a word.

This time it was Ye Wuyou's turn to look confused.

However, Lu Caiwei's emotions were all on her face, so Ye Wuyou naturally wouldn't ask any more questions.

The voice of the narrator reminded him in his mind.

[Another furnace tripod has arrived...]

Ye Wuyou glanced at the corner of his eye, and a few strands of snow-colored hair seemed to flash outside the half-open door, but the latter did not come in, but hid his body and breath, and peeked outside the door.

Luo Qinghan...

If there was no narration, not to mention Ye Wuyou, even Lu Caiwei would find it difficult to find.

Okay, okay, if the ghost really lingers, as long as I appear next to Lu Caiwei, this woman will come in less than a cup of tea.

He changed the subject slightly and asked with a smile.

"Let's not talk about the inner demon tribulation, but why were you in a daze before? Aren't you practicing in seclusion?"

"Practice, practice after practice."

"Then what were you thinking about before?"

Lu Caiwei was silent at first, her fingertips gently extended to the table, gently stroked the hilt of the sword, and then frowned slightly.

The little stutterer did not use the cumbersome paper and pen this time, because she knew Ye Wuyou didn't care.

She stuttered and Ye Wuyou sat quietly and listened.

Lu Caiwei was thinking about people.

Many people.

It was the injured people in the earthquake, the tragic scene I had seen on the flying boat, and the countless injured people in Yangguan, even though it was "peaceful" at the moment.

It was a little ridiculous.

The demon tribe had not been seen in recent days, but in this "peaceful" half a month, the number of people who fell ill had increased several times.

It was not a plague or an epidemic, but the energy in the heart was relaxed, and the body that had been running at high intensity stopped, and various problems broke out.

Lu Caiwei knew Chuntao.

In the past few days, I had tried to follow Chuntao to treat patients and tried to refine medicine for injuries.

But those medicines that were refined...

Later, Chuntao sent Lu Caiwei back with a stiff smile.

This made Lu Caiwei a little distressed.

"If I, I, I had the talent of Sister Bailu, I would be able to refine medicine to save people."

Bailu seemed to be very good at refining pills.

Luo Qinghan, who was eavesdropping outside the door, was stunned.

Who is Bailu?

In the room, Ye Wuyou was silent at first, then whispered.

"But everyone has their strengths and weaknesses."

Lu Caiwei really can't make pills, and knows nothing about pharmacology.

All her talents seem to be added to sword practice.

Lu Caiwei's expression is a little tangled and hesitant.

"But I only know how to use a sword."

"Is there a problem?"

"But swords are used to kill people."

"Swords can also be used to save people."

Lu Caiwei's eyes were thoughtful, and Ye Wuyou sat up straight.

He knew what kind of character the little stutterer was.

That was a guy who would use his own savings to help those beggars every time he passed by the streets of Tianlan City.

There were real beggars inside, but there were also many disguised... fake beggars.

Lu Caiwei knew this, and Ye Wuyou also knew that Lu Caiwei knew this, but Lu Caiwei would still do it.

That was a guy in Nanning City, even if he found a thousand-year-old precious medicine, he would share the precious medicine with others because of the difficulties of other people's families.

Besides, in this world of cultivation with great personal power, this guy can still say that the strong have responsibilities and should protect the weak.

There is nothing wrong with this.

It's just that it's a little ridiculous to say it out loud in this world.

But Lu Caiwei did it.

A small view of the big, a small view of the big.

Ye Wuyou knows what kind of guy Lu Caiwei is.

In other words, if Xiao Jieba didn't have this level of cultivation and Xia Anmeng's assistance in her body, with this kind of temperament, she would have been eaten by the world many times.

But it is precisely because of her extraordinary cultivation and Xia Anmeng that she can still maintain this kind of temperament.

There is no problem, the environment and the teachings of the master can affect a person to a great extent.

If you say it in a good way, this is a kind-hearted person.

But if you use vicious words to ridicule, put it in the storybook, it will be despised as a saint.

If it were in the past, Ye Wuyou thought it was good, but now... the situation is turbulent.

The cause of all the influences, apart from the demon disasters... to a greater extent, is natural disasters.

Human power cannot change it.

At least, it cannot be done at the current level.

If Lu Caiwei continues to follow her previous ideas, it will only increase her mental fatigue.

He does not think that she needs to change anything, but just thinks that she needs to wake up Lu Caiwei a little.

Ye Wuyou reached out and gently took out a long sword on the table, pulled it out of the scabbard, and laid it flat on the table.

That was the original clear long sword.

His fingertips tapped the sword body, making a series of sword sounds.

"Lu Caiwei, why did you practice sword in the beginning?" Ye Wuyou said softly.

"Because... talent." Lu Caiwei thought.

"Then what is the purpose of practicing sword later?" Ye Wuyou said step by step.

For what...

Hearing this sentence.

Outside the door, the woman with snow-white hair flashed a trace of softness in her frosty eyes, raised her eyes slightly, and looked at the sky.

There are flocks of flying birds flying in the blue sky.

Luo Qinghan knew this question.

And similarly, Lu Caiwei did not think about the answer to this question.

She spoke slowly, but still stuttered.

"The strong should not bully the weak, but should protect him, him, and others. This is my swordsmanship."

Ye Wuyou nodded happily, then reached forward and held Lu Caiwei's hand.

He handed the long sword in his hand back to Lu Caiwei.

"That's right, this is saving people."

It's a pity that Lu Caiwei is a fool. She probably understood something, or she always knew something.

But the words sounded good, but they were indeed a bit abstract. The sword for killing and the sword for saving people could not be clearly distinguished.

So that the little stutterer was sitting quietly in front of Ye Wuyou at this moment, but his eyes were slightly startled, his mouth was slightly open, and his expression was blank.

Lu Caiwei's expression made Ye Wuyou's heart move slightly.

He took a deep breath, then chuckled and gave an example.

"Some people are tyrannical, they go into the mountains to become bandits, they burn, kill, rob, bully others, do all kinds of evil, and they have harmed many people. Do you think such people should be killed?"

Perhaps because the debuffs are stacked up, and Ye Wuyou's description is also extremely bad, so the answer to this question is also very simple.

"Yes." Lu Caiwei said.

"Why?"

"Because he harmed other people."

Ye Wuyou snapped his fingers and nodded.

"Yes, such people will continue to harm others if they don't die, so you kill people to save people."

Lu Caiwei nodded, she knew.

But is that all?

Ye Wuyou decided to give the little stutterer some more trolley information.

The trolley problem was a bit too harsh on Lu Caiwei, a fool. Ye Wuyou thought about it and spoke softly.

"After you killed this man, you found that he had an 80-year-old seriously ill mother and a three-year-old child crying for food. What he did was to treat his mother's illness and to raise the child. If he died, the mother and the child would die. What do you think?"

"Let's make it clear in advance that you only found out about this afterwards, and you can't consider helping the mother and the child because it's not accidental." Ye Wuyou added.

Luo Qinghan outside the door frowned when he heard these words, and then a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

She didn't seem to care about this problem, or rather, her concept was not limited to this.

But this problem obviously exceeded Lu Caiwei's thinking scope.

The little stutterer was stunned at first, and then he became a little embarrassed, and his fingertips were crossed in front of him, trembling slightly.

But Lu Caiwei also has a smart side.

She couldn't answer this question for a while, so she chose to throw the question back to Ye Wuyou.

"You, you, what do you think?"

Lu Caiwei widened her eyes and looked at Ye Wuyou expectantly.

He is so smart, he must know it.

Ye Wuyou's mouth twitched. Being stared at by such expectant eyes, how can he refuse?

He didn't know but had to know.

He was about to speak, but the voice of the narrator sounded leisurely in his mind.

[Of course, we should cut the grass and root it out. These ants will suffer if they stay in the world. If they are lucky enough not to die, they will definitely be a disaster. It is better to kill them all]

What a dog thing, don't teach my little stutterer badly.

Ye Wuyou suppressed the voice in his mind, smiled and spoke, very fluently from the heart.

"Of course, all..."

The voice stopped before it was finished.

Ye Wuyou stood where he was.

The corners of his eyes trembled slightly, and the fingertips tucked in his sleeves trembled slightly unconsciously.

Damn it.

What on earth was I saying?

What I said just now was just like someone asking me if one plus one equals two. I didn't need to think at all and said it naturally.

It wasn't until I said it that I realized it was wrong.

No, no, no.

When did my thoughts become like this?

"What's wrong with you?" Lu Caiwei looked at Ye Wuyou in confusion.

He hadn't said anything just now, why did he stay there?

Hearing Lu Caiwei's words, Ye Wuyou seemed to come back to his senses, hesitated for a moment, and asked.

"I just said..."

"You, you, what did you say?"

Ye Wuyou breathed a sigh of relief.

It's no big deal.

It doesn't matter how he becomes. There are already enough ghost things on his body. Ye Wuyou has already had psychological expectations, and it's not strange for him to become anything.

Just don't teach others bad things.

He closed his eyes and opened them again, thinking for a moment, and then smiled softly.

"He should still be killed."

"But..."

"No buts."

Ye Wuyou pointed at the sword in Lu Caiwei's hand, his eyes slightly fixed, and said softly.

"I only know that as long as the evil is not eliminated, it will harm the good people."

The woman with snow-white hair outside the door listened calmly.

It was hard to tell whether her expression was good or bad, she just shook her head and nodded gently, and a slight arc appeared at the corner of her mouth.

...

Ye Wuyou walked out of the room.

The figure outside the door had disappeared without a trace.

Ye Wuyou exclaimed softly, thinking that this guy actually left directly.

That's good, so that he wouldn't have to quarrel with that woman again when he met her.

He was about to step away, but then he glanced at her from the corner of his eyes.

At the peak of the fifth realm, both his eyesight and mind were extremely powerful.

The subtle details could not escape Ye Wuyou's eyes.

He hesitated for a moment and squatted gently.

He moved his fingertips slightly and picked up a snow-white hair on the ground.

Then, the second one, the third one...

Ye Wuyou scratched his head, wondering if hair loss has nothing to do with realm?

But it doesn't matter.

He laughed in his heart.

"Luo Qinghan, you eavesdrop every day, you will become bald sooner or later."

Ye Wuyou stood up, clapped his hands, and turned to leave.