My practice narration is weird

Dayan Imperial City.

A yellowed and heavy book was placed flat on the table.

The pages were spread out, and the paper was already a little wrinkled.

The woman's face was a little pale, and two thick dark circles hung on her eye sockets, obviously she had not rested well for several days.

This was indeed the case. Since seeing the "abnormal" scene in the pavilion a few days ago, Li Su had never closed his eyes.

Although the figure was blurry, although the figure was a little distorted, although only he saw it.

But that... was undoubtedly his father.

The late emperor Li Yuan.

Li Su knew that it was true, this was all real, not a dream.

This opened book confirmed everything.

She stared.

"What is the meaning of this book?"

Unlike the official records, the book not only recorded the time when the Luo River opened in Dayan every time, but also recorded some miscellaneous talks during each opening of the Luo River.

Luo River, once every ten years, is a rare blessed place in Dayan for all practitioners to comprehend.

How was the Luo River formed, and how long ago did it exist?

But why is there such a river in the world that can inspire people's enlightenment and condense the Dharma?

No one knows.

Because it has existed since ancient times, no one cares about it, or few people go to explore the Luo River.

Li Su flipped the pages of the book with his fingertips, and finally paused slightly at the back page.

There was only a line of vigorous handwriting on it.

"Tenth month thunder awakens the insects, the yellow dragon touches the ground."

And after that, it was blank.

There was no record of the last time the Luo River was opened.

The person who recorded it had died that night.

Even if his father was a ghost, why did he open this page alone?

Does 'he' know what he is looking for?

Li Su narrowed his eyes slightly, then took out the jade token and sent a message to Fang Ning.

Since there is no record, he can only ask the person involved.

Fang Ning had experienced the last Luo River and successfully entered the fourth realm.

She sighed softly, picked up the tea on the table, took a sip, and then put it down.

The water in the cup swayed slightly.

Li Su leaned on her head and looked at everything with a squint.

She watched the swaying water surface gradually calm down, without a ripple.

Just as she was about to retract her gaze, she was suddenly startled.

The water in the cup, the calm water surface, now had ripples.

The ripples spread out one by one.

She felt that her hand seemed to move unconsciously.

But the next moment, she realized that it was not her hand that made the move, but the table in front of her that was shaking slightly.

The wind chimes outside the eaves made a crisp sound.

Li Su suddenly stood up, stood in the room, and looked around.

The water in the cup splashed.

The tabletop trembled.

The table would not move, only the ground moved.

The tremor came from under her feet, and Li Su could feel that her body was shaking slightly.

"The earth dragon has turned over, how many times?"

She realized all this, and quickly hid under the table to take precautions.

But this feeling came and went quickly, and in a blink of an eye, the imperial city was calm.

Is it over?

Li Su hesitated for a moment, and finally pushed open the door and walked out.

She could still vaguely hear the faint voices of relief not far away.

Earthquakes in the past few months are not unfamiliar to the people of Dayan, and the imperial city has also been affected, but this time it is not serious.

But Li Su's face became more and more gloomy.

"The epicenter is not here... Which direction of Dayan is it?"

With the many earthquakes in recent days, even a fool would have noticed something wrong.

The jade token trembled slightly.

It was Fang Ning's reply.

[The last time Luohe only lasted for one day, and I don't know the subsequent changes... In addition, there is another thing, which is more strange now that I think about it]

[What? ]

[The time of Luohe that time was obviously advanced]

Advanced?

The moment she saw the news, Li Su's eyes suddenly showed a sharp light.

Luohe is the "river" flowing out of the Great Yan vein.

But such important information, why no one cares, why no one goes to investigate the reason, why no one says more.

But the moment this question came to her mind, her face froze for a moment, and then she smiled self-deprecatingly.

Maybe it's not that no one cares.

There have always been people recording these things.

It's just that since that night, the people who care and deal with these things are no longer there.

"Come here, quickly find out the source of this earthquake."

She shouted several times in a row before someone responded.

It was not a maid, but a guard who ran in from outside the palace, with fear in his eyes and panting.

A faint shout was heard in the distance, which was the sound of weapons clashing.

What happened?

"Your Highness, let's go quickly, the eldest prince... has started a rebellion."

The eldest prince?

Li Su was stunned, and then said coldly.

"What nonsense are you talking about? There is no such thing as the eldest prince..."

Her brother, the former crown prince, had already died that night.

But the guard's words were also incomprehensible and unbelievable.

"It's true... He is alive, all of them are alive."

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If there were a cultivator at this moment, he could reach the sky with human power, reaching that almost unattainable height.

Looking down, you can see the vast land of Da Yan, with three gullies and cracks of mixed light and heavy.

It's like a splendid painting with three cuts on it.

The three cracks are located in different directions of the painting.

Left, middle, and right.

Three earth rumbles.

All of them stretch for countless miles.

Almost penetrate the entire territory of Da Yan.

The painting turns again, and in the newly appeared cracks, the scene seems to be magnified.

The earth is cracked, gullies are crisscrossed, and the continuous mountains are broken from the middle, directly through the earth veins, forming a deep and bottomless sky.

The long river bursts its banks, floods, and fertile fields and houses are destroyed.

Along with it, countless... lives are destroyed.

This splendid painting representing Da Yan has three more black cracks at this moment, and then the picture is stained with bright red blood, which continues to soak, penetrate, and spread.

The black man in the palm of the hand disappears.

Ye Wuyou gently opened his eyes.

He could not guess the cause of the earthquake, but he could see this scene.

But no one asked him what happened to Dayan at the moment.

Because Yangguan was completely in chaos at this moment.

His slender five fingers gently grasped the handle of the knife, and then suddenly slashed forward.

A figure holding a knife was completely crushed into powder in front of him.

The figure was wearing the armor of Dayan.

His footsteps paused slightly, and Ye Wuyou moved to the side, avoiding the attack of the person behind him, and then backhanded the knife.

The blade pierced straight into the chest of the person behind him.

Qi burst out.

No blood spilled.

The figure also turned into powder and dissipated.

Then, he continued to move forward.

His figure became faster and faster, and the blade kept wandering in the city.

Ye Wuyou would not show mercy.

Drawing a knife... is killing?

Yes.

But some people would.

When countless dead figures reappear in the world, some of them are people you know, your former comrades, your former companions, and relatives.

Your partner, your master, your parents.

Enemies with you.

What should I do?

That's what happened in Yangguan.

Two figures wearing the same armor and with similar faces bumped into each other at this moment.

A slightly younger soldier looked sad and complicated, with disbelief in his eyes, staring at the figure in front of him who was knocked to the ground by him.

The man he stepped on had a face that was seven points similar to his, but his eyes were lifeless, and the wounds on his body did not even bleed a trace of blood.

Instead, there was flying ash.

He held the knife in his hand, but he couldn't cut it off.

His dry lips trembled slightly, and two words squeezed out of his throat.

"Father......"

The figure who fell to the ground seemed to flicker in his empty eyes, and faintly regained some clarity.

The voice, as difficult as the friction of tree bark, came out from the mouth of the man below.

"Little... Bao?"

The young soldier, who was extremely entangled in his heart and was about to grit his teeth and make a ruthless decision, was suddenly stunned.

The man's face showed surprise or something else when his father called him by his nickname. He opened his mouth slightly and was about to say something.

But what responded to him was a knife slashing towards his head.