My practice narration is weird

Two figures fell from the sky and fell into the snow.

Not long after, Ye Wuyou was the first to get up. The black armor slowly peeled off and shrank, and the gray armor surface disappeared bit by bit, revealing his clear eyes.

With the power of [No One], victory is inevitable.

Luo Qinghan's chest rose and fell slightly, and he couldn't help but pant. When he saw Ye Wuyou looking at him, he was silent at first, and then as if venting his anger, he waved his hand and gave it a firm squeeze on the snow.

Bang.

The snowball accurately hit Ye Wuyou's cheek. The latter had no expression on his face, but his words were serious and persuasive.

"Qinghan, the power of the living Buddha in your mouth is only this. Even I can't defeat it. How can we deal with those guys? Qinghan, it is true that you have no flaws in your mind, but you have been deceived."

Bang.

Ye Wuyou wiped the snowflakes off his face, paused, and said again.

"Stop making trouble, I'll help you deal with the remaining evil."

Bang, bang, bang...

The snowballs hit Ye Wuyou one by one. Luo Qinghan's eyes were not even half charming at this moment, but filled with anger.

It wasn't Ye Wuyou who felt this anger in his heart.

It was she who was angry.

No match.

Why is it still invincible?

This place is clearly a realm of [no lower limit], and it is also her own realm.

She is truly in the seventh realm, and Ye Wuyou is in the sixth realm.

But even so, he still couldn't defeat Ye Wuyou.

Luo Qinghan never wanted to show weakness to others, even if the other party was Ye Wuyou, who was her own... But she also hoped from the bottom of her heart that she was stronger than the other party.

hateful.

I met Ye Wuyou by chance at the junction of the strange realm. He was as strong as a monster and could not be defeated even if he tried his best.

If this power was nothing more than this, how could he protect Ye Wuyou from being violated by others?

Luo Qinghan's mind fell into confusion, but his movements did not stop.

"Don't smash it."

The words came with a hint of exhortation.

Luo Qinghan turned a deaf ear.

Just smash it, just smash it, just smash it.

Snowballs flew up and down in Luo Qinghan's hands, hitting Ye Wuyou accurately, as if this was the only way to vent his dissatisfaction.

After smashing countless snowballs, Ye Wuyou said nothing and walked to the ancient temple in silence.

Luo Qinghan had just picked up a snowball and looked at Ye Wuyou with doubtful eyes.

What is he going to do?

The man stretched out his hand and pulled out a sharp piece of ice.

Luo Qinghan was stunned for a moment, looked at the snowball in his hand, and then at the ice in Ye Wuyou's hand, then gritted his teeth, straightened his chest, and looked determined to defeat the enemy.

The ice was stabbed out instantly.

But it hit the little monk beside him accurately.

The little monk screamed strangely when he was hit, and looked at Ye Wuyou with his head in his hands, looking puzzled.

"Donor Ye, why?"

"It's nothing. I thought you were freezing to death after watching the show for so long without talking."

The little monk was now covered in skin and flesh, bleeding profusely, and looked extremely miserable.

It's like a person being tortured in the Eight Cold Hells.

But...even though he looked so miserable, the little monk was still fine.

Ye Wuyou responded casually, then nodded at the little monk.

"What should I do?"

The little monk looked stunned for a moment, then quickly straightened his expression, and slowly raised his torn hands to his chest and clasped his hands together.

"If the benefactor Ye is not here, the young monk will swallow the female benefactor into his belly to avoid future troubles."

Ye Wuyou glanced at the young monk.

The little monk shrank his head under Ye Wuyou's gaze, looking a little timid.

"You are more direct." Ye Wuyou said calmly.

The little monk shrank his head under Ye Wuyou's gaze, looking a little timid.

But the words remained calm.

"The young monk never lies to others, and Donor Ye doesn't like to listen to lies either."

After a pause, the young monk looked up at the mysterious sky and spoke again.

"The living Buddha was born from the backbone of the donor, and the same is true for the current strange realm. If the donor can extract the spine from the donor, the subsequent transformation can be handed over to the young monk. However, this matter is very important to this female The donor will have to suffer some pain..."

"The spine is the pillar of the human body, connecting the flesh and blood to the lungs. The higher the level of cultivation, the more difficult it is to regenerate..."

Ye Wuyou didn't listen any more.

He walked straight ahead, stood in the snow, leaned down gently, and then reached out and picked up the woman lying in the snow.

A handful of snowflakes were stuffed into his collar, Ye Wuyou shrank his neck, said nothing, and continued to walk forward.

He walked into the ancient temple in the strange area and closed the door.

Luo Qinghan stopped making trouble at this moment and was quietly placed on the ground by Ye Wuyou. After thinking about it, Ye Wuyou took off his broken black robe and placed it on the ground beneath him.

The two sat on the floor. Luo Qinghan didn't look at Ye Wuyou at first, but after a while he slowly turned his head and looked forward.

"Do you really believe that monk?"

Ye Wuyou shook his head and nodded.

"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not, even without him, I wouldn't allow you to have such hidden dangers."

"I can handle it." Luo Qinghan frowned and spoke firmly.

"But I don't want to." Ye Wuyou narrowed his eyes and responded neatly.

"What about yourself?" Luo Qinghan said coldly.

Myself?

With his fingertips on Ye Wuyou's heart, Luo Qinghan spoke eloquently and his words were bone-piercing.

"You looked like that just now, isn't there any hidden danger? Ye Wuyou, if you can do it, then I, Qinghan, can do it too."

Ye Wuyou said nothing, and Luo Qinghan continued to speak.

"Risk? Hidden danger? Of course I know about it, but what does it count for compared to the present?"

"Wuyou, you said before that in the judgment of [Time], both you and I have only reached the seventh realm, so what happens after the seventh realm? Of course, neither you nor I know what will happen next, but do you still remember what the Star Lord said? She wanted to take you back to practice, regardless of the gazes of so many people, and said in public that she would take you back to practice with her..."

The woman's voice suddenly became a little excited.

"That bitch has lived for who knows how long, but she wants to take you back. What else can she do? Isn't it such a dirty thing!"

"Ye Wuyou, when I saw Caiwei like that before, my Tao heart was almost broken, and now it's you again. Do you want me to see you being pressed down by that old woman? Do you want me to watch all this happen again!!!"

Ye Wuyou was stunned.

"Without this power, what can I use to attack...protect you!"

Luo Qinghan is only in the seventh realm now.

Although it was not a life-and-death fight just now, it still forced Ye Wuyou to use [No-Man Phase].

The existence of No-Man Phase directly ignored Luo Qinghan's Dao Domain, and with [Adaptation] on his body, he had already adapted to all of Luo Qinghan's magical powers in the past.

With this, Ye Wuyou won just now.

In addition, because of the existence of [No Lower Limit], Luo Qinghan was not harmed at all.

If both sides were fighting for the first time, the outcome would still be unknown.

This is not the power of the seventh realm.

At the moment, Luo Qinghan seemed to have calmed down, and everything was the same as before, but Luo Qinghan in that state just now reminded Ye Wuyou of himself.

A very strong sense of déjà vu.

Although the effect of [Forgetfulness] made Ye Wuyou no longer remember what happened in the strange domain just now, the fear of the narrator always existed in his heart, and for some reason it became deeper.

【No self】【All beings have no form】【No human form】【No life form】...

Ye Wuyou will never forget everything he experienced in the previous heart demon tribulation.

And Luo Qinghan's current situation is just like his own.

But Ye Wuyou does not allow Luo Qinghan to be involved in such risks.

This kind of risk can be taken by himself.

Even if this move goes against Luo Qinghan's wishes, even if this move is tough, Ye Wuyou will completely eliminate the hidden dangers in her body.

The arm that stretched out his hand was firmly grasped by Luo Qinghan.

The woman said coldly.

"Caiwei is gone, I don't blame you, but I don't want to let any of those guys go, so..."

The voice paused slightly, because Luo Qinghan was surprised to find that his arm loosened without listening to him.

Is Ye Wuyou determined to do this...

Luo Qinghan bit his silver teeth lightly, and just wanted to say something, but he only heard the calm voice of the man in front of him.

"You are not wrong. Risks and hidden dangers are nothing to you and me at the moment. I think so myself."

"Then why are you still..." Luo Qinghan was stunned.

"Do you know why I have to do this?" Ye Wuyou raised his eyes and asked.

Luo Qinghan frowned.

The corners of his eyes trembled slightly, and Ye Wuyou's face looked a little heavy, but his voice was still smiling.

"Because Caiwei is gone."

Luo Qinghan was silent.

Because Caiwei was gone, Luo Qinghan didn't want to lose Ye Wuyou.

Because Caiwei was gone, Ye Wuyou didn't want to lose Luo Qinghan.

Both of them had the same idea, but made different choices.

Both of them were right.

There was no right or wrong in this matter.

Ye Wuyou's voice came softly.

"All risks and hidden dangers, I will bear it."

"All settlements, I will do."

"It's the same now."

Luo Qinghan's eyes flickered slightly, revealing a little hesitation.

She is very strong.

Although she is not as good as Ye Wuyou at the moment, she can be stronger.

She wanted to help Ye Wuyou.

But would this... make him worry?

The man's last words reached his ears.

"I will find Caiwei back."

Luo Qinghan was silent for a long time, and finally leaned on Ye Wuyou's arms.

"Wuyou."

"What's wrong?"

"You are so selfish."

Ye Wuyou's eyes were silent, and his fingertips lightly raised and fell on the woman's jade neck.

And the dark blue ghost hand also pinched his neck at this moment.

He leaned over, and his arms held the woman tightly in his arms like the tightest restraint.

His body trembled suddenly.

In the dilapidated ancient temple, the woman's heavy groan with some pain came.

...

The golden light was in full bloom in this strange area.

A vague figure could be vaguely seen in the heavy snow.

It was unclear whether the gender, man or woman, or face.

Buddha has no form.

The little monk covered in snow suddenly opened his eyes and stood up from his meditation. His lively eyes turned indifferent.

The sky was filled with golden light, and angry voices could be heard faintly.

The golden light suddenly scattered, but the corners of the little monk's mouth continued to expand. The next moment, his head shattered directly, but only the big mouth that was as cracked as the abyss did not disappear. The whole strange domain fell into darkness, as if everything was swallowed up.

It was as dark as night at this moment, but it did not last long. The darkness faded, the wind and snow stopped, and the sky covered by dark clouds was faintly flickering with sunlight.

The little monk's figure reappeared in the original place.

Crack, crack...

Terrifying chewing sounds came from the young monk's mouth, and when he opened and closed it, he could vaguely see the blood in his mouth.

Another moment.

The temple door, which was now only a shadow, was opened, and Ye Wuyou walked out, with blood stains constantly left on the back of his neck.

His figure seemed to be inconvenient to stand, and [Ghost] appeared behind him, supporting him forward.

The little monk looked at Ye Wuyou for a few times, and then a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Donor Ye is willing to let her spine be filled by someone else. But if you do this, even if the benefactor can recover, your own practice will be frustrated again."

Ye Wuyou looked calm, but his breath was inevitably lower than before.

"Realm means nothing to me."

"Oh? What does the donor mean by this?"

After a few breaths of silence, Ye Wuyou shook his head and did not answer.

He used his own spine to fill Luo Qinghan's body, and after Luo Qinghan's death, his spine had turned into food for the little monk.

The realm fell, but Ye Wuyou suddenly felt...

There is no difference.

He seemed to understand how to integrate Tao into his body.

The little monk always maintained that strange smile on his lips. Looking at it, Ye Wuyou slowly turned his head and frowned.

"You're not the same as before."

"Really?" The little monk smiled softly.

Ye Wuyou silently looked at the little monk in front of him.

The other party's figure has become a bit taller, and his face is no longer as immature as the child he was before.

besides.

His complexion and demeanor have also changed.

That kind of look, shown on Luo Qinghan before, could make Ye Wuyou feel very excited.

But if it showed up in this little monk, it would only make Ye Wuyou want to kick him to death.

"Stop talking nonsense and bring it."

He stretched out his hand towards the young monk with a firm tone.

"The young monk can't understand what the donor said..." the young monk smiled softly.

Ye Wuyou retracted his hand, then stretched it out again, with a knife in his hand.

The young monk was stunned for a moment. The happy monk's expression disappeared, and he spit out something from his mouth reluctantly.

【No lower limit】

Ye Wuyou stopped talking nonsense, took [No Lower Limit], turned around and left.

The young monk hesitated for a moment and shouted towards Ye Wuyou.

"Donor, the young monk is hungry..."

"When you're hungry, go find something by yourself. Am I your father? How many times have you fed me?"

The little monk was stunned for a moment, said oh, and turned around angrily.

But then he was stopped by Ye Wuyou.

came the questioning voice.

"Monk, let me ask you, you feed on weirdness. What if one day you eat up all the weirdness in this world?"

This question made the young monk look confused.

"The monk doesn't know what to say to the donor, but I think he has a way."

Is there any way?

Ye Wuyou stared at it for a long time, and finally slowly moved away.

What he actually wanted to ask was...

When the little monk swallows all the weirdness in the world one day, what about himself?

Will it turn into food for the other party?

But all this was too far away now, and Ye Wuyou didn't care.

That ancient temple was originally a creation that relied on the strange realm, but it finally disappeared at this moment.

Luo Qinghan quietly crossed his legs on the snow. When he heard the footsteps, he opened his eyes and looked forward.

Unlike Ye Wuyou, whose aura dropped, Luo Qinghan's aura was not affected at all, but became even more refined.

Their eyes crossed.

Luo Qinghan's eyebrows raised slightly, and an inexplicable smile appeared in the corners of his eyes.

Ye Wuyou's expression was gloomy and uncertain.

To be honest, according to Luo Qinghan's words, dual cultivation is indeed useful.

There is still something about Happy Buddha.

Just now, Ye Wuyou took out his own spine and replaced it with Luo Qinghan, but he himself could only fall limply on the spot.

I thought that Luo Qinghan also needed to adjust his breath to adapt, but in the end, the other party's movements had no effect at all.

The spine is installed on the opponent's body and is stronger than the original one.

As a result, he watched Qinghan jump up from his arms, and then stood high above him.

Ye Wuyou reached out and handed [No Lower Limit] to Luo Qinghan.

But Luo Qinghan only glanced briefly and then withdrew his gaze.

"No more."

"Why?"

Luo Qinghan said calmly.

"Just now, I gave it a choice, or in other words, I actively wanted to keep it."

"But it follows the spine and protects the Living Buddha, not me."

"Now that you have left me, don't come back again."

Ye Wuyou was silent for a while, then slowly spoke.

"Is there a possibility that it's just a mindless weirdo who doesn't understand this kind of sad drama? Have you told it that? Only I can understand it."

"I'm talking about you, Ye Wuyou." Luo Qinghan said calmly.

Ye Wuyou smacked his tongue slightly, "I won't leave."

Luo Qinghan sneered.

"If you want to leave, I will, I will..."

Luo Qinghan said "I'll do it" for a long time without saying anything harsh, so Ye Wuyou simply answered.

"Please draw your knife and write it off right away?"

Luo Qinghan's eyes were stunned, showing confusion.

Ye Wuyou said nothing and put away the [No Lower Limit] ban.

For now, there are enough weird things about Ye Wuyou to open a shop.

Except for those that have been integrated into the body.

【Virtualization】【Years】【No lower limit】

The remaining three statues are weird.

There is also the [Yan Shu Dharma Sui] in the [Tricky Door Coffin].

The sacred tree does not provide new suppression quotas, so these weirdnesses cannot be integrated into itself.

Ye Wuyou decided to go back and put everything in the prison.

Luo Qinghan's voice came, asking.

"Wuyou, what are you going to do next?"

What to do?

"Yes, if you had listened to me, you and I would have practiced together for three years, and I would have been able to settle all those remnants, but now, what are you going to do?"

...

The threat from the star master and Bai Yuchan is still there. Besides that, what happened at that time?

Ye Wuyou really didn't know what to do for a moment.

But no matter what, he couldn't practice together for three years as Luo Qinghan said.

Ye Wuyou sorted out his thoughts and decided that no matter what, it would be better to record what happened now.

He took out the booklet.

The moment he took it in, his eyes condensed slightly.

This is not the one he had originally...

This booklet is much older.

What happened...

[Why worry too much, just open it and read it]

The voice of the narrator sounded in Ye Wuyou's heart. He nodded and reached out, wanting to turn the page.

Perhaps all the answers are here.

His fingertips trembled slightly, as if a dusty memory emerged in his mind.

"Don't open it."

"Go find Lu Qingshan, he will help you." (End of this chapter)