My practice narration is weird

Mr. Hu has been a little troubled recently.

Even the Wanbao Pavilion was temporarily closed, and some trivial matters were handed over to the people below and no longer interfered.

The tea cup was gently put down. Mr. Hu glanced at the room in the attic from the corner of his eye, and finally sighed softly.

At this time in the past, it should have been the time for me to urge Bai Lu to practice. As long as she took one more look, she would definitely catch her daughter slacking off.

But now he didn't do that.

For more than half a month, this precious daughter of ours has not thought about food or tea, and has not spoken to anyone as soon as the door is closed and the quilt is covered.

But it was very sad.

As for what?

Mr. Hu muttered, but in the end he lowered his eyes slightly, and a trace of recollection flashed in his old eyes.

As for.

It was the same with him in the past.

He left Qingqiu many years ago and said goodbye to his wife.

Of course, this is a nice way of saying farewell.

What's worse is that Hu Sanye himself also encountered the crisis of relationship breakdown.

Is it a discord of ideas? Is it the bloodline gap? Is it someone else’s gossip? Can't stand her so much control?

Is it the frustration of practicing all the way to become a famous "genius" at that time, but in the end finding out that he could never catch up with the royal bloodline?

But speaking of it, relationships are never smooth sailing. Noisy fights and disputes are the norm. Why should you be angry at that time?

There is no point thinking about this now, after all, Qingqiu is gone.

She is gone too.

Even the royal family's bloodline has fallen apart, and upon inquiry, the daughter has no idea where she has gone.

This made Hu Sanye, who left Qingqiu alone, wanting to make a career in the world and finally return to her in glory, had no reason to go back for a moment.

"Are you too harsh? Shouldn't Bai Lu's royal bloodline be banned?"

"But the middle three realms are not as good as the lower three realms. A life-saving method to bring the dead back to life requires two or even three fox tails..."

"And that kid is said to have been swallowed by Weirdness. There's no way he can be saved even if he wants to."

"It's a pity."

Mr. Hu asked and answered himself for a while, and finally came to the most correct conclusion.

He is a father.

"No matter how unfortunate that kid is, I only value my daughter. If I waste it once more, I will never make any progress in this life."

Minding his own business, Mr. Hu got angry as he spoke.

At this moment, he stood up from the chair and said angrily with his hands behind his back.

"It's all that boy's fault. I gave you so many precious medicines in vain."

"What's wrong with my daughter being like me? Why do she choose people with the same eyesight as me? Both father and daughter are blind, but they both chose a short-lived guy."

There were footsteps accompanied by soft voices.

"Not really."

No breath.

The other party is close to me, but I don't notice it at all.

The moment the sound came, Mr. Hu reacted almost subconsciously. He suddenly flicked his sleeves, and his energy rippled out.

"who!"

The surging energy stagnated at this moment, and then slowly followed the rotation of the man's palm, continued to shrink, and was finally held in the palm of his hand.

The cuffs swing lightly.

The energy then dissipated.

Ye Wuyou looked in front of him with doubts in his eyes.

He suddenly wanted to take back his previous words.

As my father-in-law, maybe my eyesight really isn't very good.

"You...you." Mr. Hu's eyes were filled with surprise at this moment. His eyes fell on Ye Wuyou, and his heart was full of disbelief.

There has been no news about this kid for so long, and everyone thought he was dead. Why is he standing in front of him now?

The key is that isn't he in Dayan Qingqiu? How did you cross the endless distance and arrive here without making a sound?

But then he finally realized something and looked at Ye Wuyou.

"Are you in the sixth realm?"

Ye Wuyou nodded at first, but then seemed to think of something.

But he was one step ahead and said in a serious tone.

"I have overcome my inner demons."

Mr. Hu paused, his eyes a little confused.

"Oh, I didn't say anything..."

Ye Wuyou was silent.

I seem to have some PTSD.

That’s all.

Ye Wuyou felt something in his heart at this moment. He raised his eyes slightly and looked at the attic above.

"I want to meet Bai Lu."

He said this.

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Dappled sunlight shines sparsely into the attic through the narrow window lattice.

The room is small but extremely clean. The decoration is not luxurious. Even in this Wanbao Pavilion, there is not much aura of wealth.

Just a table, a bed, a cabinet, and a futon.

On the bed, a little fox as white as snow curled up quietly, its head resting on its fluffy tail.

The white hair glowed faintly in the dim light, rising and falling with her breathing, but she was sleeping deeply.

Ye Wuyou stood quietly in front of the bed.

Even Mr. Hu can't detect any trace of Ye Wuyou now, and the same goes for Bai Lu.

At this moment, he was not aware of Ye Wuyou's arrival at all.

Looking at the few tears on the pillow, Ye Wuyou was silent for a moment, without making a sound, but turned around slightly and sat on a table and chair nearby.

Even his flesh and blood had been almost reshaped, and the jade token he had placed on his chest had been destroyed before. Faced with the news, he was naturally unable to make any response.

The white fox seemed to notice something. It moved the tips of its ears slightly, but did not open its eyes.

Ye Wuyou didn't pay attention, but sat at the table, facing the warm sunshine, his eyes were calm, but there was thinking in them.

The narrator has not spoken for a long time.

There is something strange about this.

Ye Wuyou tried to shout in his heart.

But there was still no response.

His fingertips tapped the table, but in the end, this question obviously did not produce any results.

So is there something wrong with me?

The moment this thought came to mind, Ye Wuyou laughed dumbly.

How could there be a problem with me.

Now that he had passed the Heart Demon Tribulation, his mind had never been so clear. Even if there were powerful enemies around, Ye Wuyou could look at everything calmly.

Whether it was the narration or the Heart Demon Tribulation, Ye Wuyou had more important things to deal with at the moment.

He reached out and took out something from the ghost.

A booklet was held in his hand, which was a record of his journey.

Ye Wuyou would record what happened to ensure that he had not [forgotten].

The erosion of [forgetfulness] must exist, but he had never noticed what he had forgotten.

After flipping through it several times, Ye Wuyou's brows unconsciously frowned slightly.

"Is this how I killed Xu Qingyuan... He [retraced] back to the past, but I am a [ghost]?"

"I remember the [man in the mirror], but there were two strange things in the underground palace, which were swallowed by the little monk. I forgot about it. What kind of strange thing was it? I have never seen that guy show it..."

"Besides that, Luohe..."

Ye Wuyou mainly wanted to look up his records about Luohe.

He wanted to understand Luohe.

Luohe is indeed strange. The practitioners above the third realm can have their souls and bodies left.

According to Pulao, Luohe is a river that existed in the last era and is an existing paradise.

What Pulao did was to start with Luohe, reawaken the spirituality of Luohe, and transform the land of Dayan as a whole.

What it will look like, Ye Wuyou does not know, and he dare not jump to conclusions.

The narrator does not speak, so Ye Wuyou can only speculate based on past experiences.

I did step into Luohe at the beginning.

But what he experienced in it, Ye Wuyou has almost forgotten now.

I only remember standing next to Lu Qingshan's senior sister and watching the emperor's uncle for an afternoon.

I still remember the contents of the emperor's uncle, but I can't remember the rest.

Anyway, it's a pure love book.

Hiss, why am I thinking about these things, why can't I remember other things?

After Ye Wuyou stepped into the sixth realm, he felt a headache for the first time.

In the quiet room, only the sound of pages turning gently came.

Luohe, Luohe...

The page recording Luohe was finally turned.

Ye Wuyou smiled slightly, and then looked at his old records.

What caught his eye was his previous handwriting.

[I stepped into the Luo River, hoping to comprehend the Dharma from it and find the opportunity to step into the four realms...]

[But when I first entered the Luo River, something strange happened, and I must remember it]

[A figure similar to myself but thin appeared in front of me, leaving only a strange word]

[Be careful...Bai...Lu...kiss...you]

One sentence, always remembered in my mind, and suddenly remembered after a long time, that is a completely different feeling.

Ye Wuyou's eyes paused slightly, his brows furrowed, but he gently closed his eyes.

He sank into his mind, combined with his past records, and recalled carefully.

Broken memories emerged in Ye Wuyou's mind.

Ye Wuyou seemed to be in the scene, as if he had returned to the time when he first entered the Luo River.

There were footsteps behind him.

At this moment, there was a fragrant breeze blowing in the quiet room.

Ye Wuyou suddenly opened his eyes.

But he was greeted by a trembling and passionate lip.