My practice narration is weird

"Sister Sword Fairy, did you fall asleep last night? No, you haven't rested for several months. If you have a high realm, you can stay awake all the time."

"Sister Sword Fairy, we will soon reach Luohe. Although it is a blessed land, it is actually very desolate. What are you going there for?"

"Sister Sword Fairy, Tianji Tower? Wenqu has never heard of Tianji Tower..."

There is no Tianji Tower...

Lu Caiwei looked a little silent. At this moment, she was sitting on a mountain path. In front of her was Wenqu playing alone.

In the past few months, she was no longer confused as she was at the beginning. She had known the changes in the world.

This is the past, a long, long time ago.

It has spanned the ages.

In the previous 'now', the only poor spiritual energy in the world that Luohe could produce was now within reach in just a breath.

But now, this is already extremely abundant spiritual energy in Lu Caiwei's eyes, but in Wenqu's mouth, it is extremely "poor".

"The spiritual energy is very thin now. They all say that a long time ago, the spiritual energy was so abundant that even a dog could ascend to heaven."

"Unlike now, everyone will fight for a few broken stones."

"No one has ascended to heaven for a long time."

Accustomed to hard times, Lu Caiwei could not imagine the prosperity of the past.

There was no need to think too much, Lu Caiwei's aura automatically turned into spiritual power.

The realm in the past was also different from this world, but they corresponded to each other.

The reason why it can switch so seamlessly is all due to "Wenqu".

Not the current Wenqu.

But the Star God Wenqu.

Times change, the spiritual energy dissipates, and the previous exercises are no longer useful. She created a new practice method and divided it into nine realms named after the star position.

It is for one day, when the spiritual energy recovers, the realm can be seamlessly switched.

Hidden Yuan Dong Ming, Kai Yang Yu Heng, Tian Quan Tian Ji...

Building the foundation, forming the elixir, Yuan Ying transforming into a spirit, and ascending to the immortal world...

Soul corresponds to the so-called Yuan Ying, and the sixth realm Tian Quan corresponds to the immortal world below ascending to the immortal world...

Emergence is the limit of the world. If you go one step further and step into the seventh realm, you will ascend to the immortal world, step onto the ladder of heaven, and you will not be in this world.

The girl sat cross-legged, with the long sword gently spread on her knees. The sword edge was extremely clear and obviously extremely sharp.

It was so sharp that it was invincible in this world.

But the sword edge was very blunt.

It was so blunt that it could not touch the skin of the girl in front of him with low cultivation.

The future Wen Qu, the girl in front of him.

It was the future Wen Qu who created all this.

But the girl in front of him knew nothing.

At this moment, he was squatting in the bushes, looking at the ants moving on the ground with a focused look. It was an extremely boring and repetitive scene, but Wen Qu could watch it tirelessly for several hours.

From time to time, the girl's laughter came to his ears.

The long sword placed horizontally on the knees trembled slightly several times.

The sword was not cut down for a long time.

Although Lu Caiwei was stupid and could not figure out many things, she could still realize that this was not a simple multiple-choice question.

She thought of what Ye Wuyou had experienced.

[Recall]

Xu Qingyuan died, but there was still a person who replaced him.

If Wen Qu was killed, would the future change?

Not necessarily.

Although without Wen Qu, his group might not fall into despair in the Yunwu Mountains, and he would not come here.

But he was already in the 'past', which was an unchangeable 'reality'.

Even if Wen Qu was gone, what would happen in the future?

What kind of situation would he be in?

Unpredictable.

Besides...

Lu Caiwei could not do all this.

Swinging the sword to cut the weak, this was not her swordsmanship.

Lu Caiwei's eyes showed deep thought, but her clever and childish voice sounded in front of her.

"Sister Sword Fairy, don't be unhappy. Flowers are for you."

The voice pulled her back to her thoughts. Lu Caiwei raised her eyes quietly, but she saw a girl standing in front of her, holding a wreath she had just woven in her hand, and tiptoed to put it on her.

Lu Caiwei's eyes dropped slightly, falling on the girl's hands.

Seeing Lu Caiwei's eyes looking at his palms, Wen Qu was stunned at first, and subconsciously took a step back, putting his hands that were pierced by thorns and branches behind his back.

A light sigh.

Lu Caiwei shook her head, took Wen Qu's little hand out from behind, and with a light touch of her fingertips, the injury immediately disappeared.

Then, Lu Caiwei gently raised the sword in her hand and wrote a line of words on the ground in front of her.

"Why do you say I'm unhappy?"

Wen Qu pouted, and her little hands intertwined.

"Because sister is just unhappy."

Really?

Lu Caiwei didn't say anything, and Wen Qu tilted his head to think about it, then took the sword in Lu Caiwei's hand, waved it, and said confidently.

"Sister, sister, look at me, I have learned your sword move."

Wenqu raised the sword tip high above his head, stepped out his calves, took a deep breath, and made a sword-raising wind and thunder start.

Lu Caiwei looked up.

As expected, not to mention the sword raising wind and thunder, not even a little sword wind was swung out.

Wenqu tried several more times, but failed without exception, and finally sat back beside Lu Caiwei with a gloomy look.

"Is Wenqu too stupid, or can't practice this sword move."

Lu Caiwei shook her head, gently rubbed the girl's hair, and then explained.

"You are just not suitable for learning swords."

In Lu Caiwei's eyes, Wenqu's current cultivation is equivalent to the first realm.

But everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses. Wenqu pestered Lu Caiwei to learn sword, but he never learned it well.

But Wenqu was good at all other simple magical powers, and he could do them easily. Obviously, he had good talent.

Lu Caiwei was telling the truth, but Wenqu didn't think so.

She just felt that she didn't know how to use the sword, so Lu Caiwei didn't accept her as an apprentice.

The little girl sat beside Lu Caiwei with her hands on her knees, her eyes hesitant, and whispered tentatively.

"Sword Fairy Sister, can you be my master?"

Lu Caiwei shook her head.

Wenqu had asked her this question more than once in these days.

But she refused.

How could she be Wenqu's master?

She couldn't teach Wenqu anything, and she didn't even know the practice methods of this world, and her cultivation was also transferred.

Now she was in this strange time and space, and she didn't know what to do.

Lu Caiwei just wanted to go back.

She must go back.

She wanted to go to Tianji Tower and ask the owner who was known to know everything to see if there was any solution.

But there was no Tianji Tower at the moment.

Children don't get tired. Wen Qu rested for a while and then stood up, imitating the sword-raising wind and thunder that she had practiced countless times.

She felt that as long as she could practice this sword, she could be Lu Caiwei's apprentice.

Lu Caiwei sat in the same place, staring at Wen Qu at this moment.

In her eyes, the innocent child and the powerful woman in the wind that night gradually merged together.

What happened in the future?

Lu Caiwei was startled, then slowly stood up, and with a light flick of her fingertips, the long sword automatically fell into her hand.

Wen Qu looked puzzled and turned to look at Lu Caiwei.

But he saw the clean and neat backhand sword-raising wind and thunder.

The lush forest and rocks were split more than a hundred feet apart.

And this was just a casual sword.

Wen Qu looked at this scene, his eyes slightly absent-minded.

In today's world, apart from those people who ascended to the immortal realm, who else can create such a scene?

But what happened?

Lu Caiwei's sword tip slid gently, pointing to the shadow beside, and the sound of the sword hummed.

"Who!"

After a moment of silence, a figure sighed and walked out, coughed lightly, and smiled awkwardly.

"Miss, your sword is too powerful, it can be called invincible in the lower world... Even ordinary people who ascended to the immortal realm will have to die on the spot."

Lu Caiwei didn't say anything, but pointed the sword tip at the other party.

The other party was right, even if it was the seventh realm, at this close distance, she would definitely kill it with this sword.

But the other party was not injured at all.

Obviously, he was far more than the seventh realm.

The man with ragged robes coughed a few times at this moment. Seeing that Lu Caiwei didn't speak, and seeing that there was a faint glow on the tip of the sword, he introduced himself.

"Don't do it, don't do it, put away your magic power, and let's talk it out."

"As for who I am? Oh, it's a long story. In the past, I was a bit of a figure in heaven, in charge of 100,000 navy in heaven."

"Navy?" Lu Caiwei looked puzzled.

"Yes, navy, whoever wants to hype has to come to me, I can make any fairy famous, I can make any fairy lose their reputation..." the man said happily.

The voice paused slightly.

"But there is no way, I can't get along with those guys, I feel that they will be finished sooner or later, and I am more informed after all. Judging from the wind direction, I guess the big one is coming, so now I have to come down to live a life."

"Now? Now, well, I'm too lazy to serve those masters in heaven, it's better to entertain myself down there."

Lu Caiwei didn't say anything, Wenqu put his hands on his hips at this moment, frowning at the strange man in front of him.

"Who asked you now? You sneaked up on us, what on earth are you doing?"

The man's eyes lit up, and then he smiled.

"What? Yes, I have thought about what I will do. It must be my old business, but I will change the name. Well, well, what do you think of Tianji Tower?"

…………

Zhao Changhe strolled in the sky prison.

Looking at those empty cages, his old face was leisurely.

Cultivating to the sixth realm, I don't expect to break the seventh realm in the future. I will enjoy the rest of my life.

Walking from the first floor to the door of the eighth floor, Zhao Changhe glanced at the closed stone door, nodded, and then turned and left.

In the sky prison, only the eighth floor cannot be set foot, but it doesn't matter.

He doesn't want to go in.

Just keep an eye on the door.

In the past, Lu Qingshan could enter, but now at least there is Ye Wuyou.

Zhao Changhe's figure disappeared in the corridor.

In the shadows, Lu Qingshan walked out.

He looked around quietly, with a look of reminiscence in his eyes.

Lu Qingshan did not step directly into the eighth floor, but stood in the shadow of the door, as if waiting for something.

Tick, tick...

One by one, bloody footprints appeared in the prison.

The bright red blood dripped into the corridor, accompanied by some purple-black fragments.

Lu Qingshan, who had been waiting, raised his eyes slightly, and his eyes lit up.

He just took a step and smiled.

But then, a huge force came and hit his cheekbone hard, knocking his whole body out directly.

The whole prison was shaken.

Ye Wuyou only had one right eye left at this moment, his body was covered in blood, half of his body was eroded by [Ghost] and disappeared, and the remaining half was eroded by [Retrace] and turned into a purple-black piece of meat.

In addition, several dark ghost hands stretched out from around his body, constantly pulling his body.

His pupils emitted a scarlet glow, and Ye Wuyou pressed Lu Qingshan against the wall with one hand, his face extremely ferocious.

"You want to hurt me!"

Lu Qingshan looked indifferent at this moment, even though Ye Wuyou in front of him looked like a ghost looking at him, he just chuckled.

"Why do you say that? I'm helping you, Wuyou."

Help me?

Ye Wuyou was stunned at first, and then bursts of terrifying laughter.

He gave an address and asked himself to go there, but he didn't expect to see that star lord.

Fight to the death.

[Retrace] [Ghost] [Ghost] erosion all reached the extreme.

[Adaptation] and [Rebirth of Flesh and Blood] could not make up for Ye Wuyou's current injuries, and [Forgetfulness] made Ye Wuyou forget something.

For the first time, Ye Wuyou felt so exhausted.

The voice of the narrator kept ringing in his mind, asking him to return to Tianlan City and Tianlao.

But what supported Ye Wuyou to come back was not the narrator, but his desire to take a last look at Luo Qinghan, Bai Lu, and Luo Yue.

But at this moment, he was the first to notice Lu Qingshan's existence.

He smiled, spit out blood foam, and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Are you from that star king? Or Bai Yuchan's?"

Lu Qingshan sighed and said slowly.

"Wuyou, if I really wanted to kill you, I would have had countless opportunities to do it a long time ago, right?"

Ye Wuyou's eyes were cold, and Lu Qingshan just chuckled.

"Wuyou, if you kill me now, it will be useless, but Lu Caiwei will never be found again."

Finally, Ye Wuyou let go of Lu Qingshan.

Lu Qingshan straightened his collar and looked at Ye Wuyou's miserable appearance at the moment, as if he had expected it.

"Has the erosion reached its limit? Well, not bad, not bad, just as I thought. If there is anyone in this world who can force you to this point, it can only be that Star Lord."

Ye Wuyou was not angry at the moment.

He felt cold in his heart.

The strange erosion had made him lose a lot of emotions. He didn't even feel too angry. His current behavior... was no different from the strangeness, almost relying on instinct.

"You, what do you want to do? You asked me to find that Star Lord. Don't you know that there must be a conflict between her and me..."

Lu Qingshan did not respond to Ye Wuyou's question, and tapped the stone door with his fingertips.

Rumble.

The eighth floor of the sky prison slowly opened.

There were hurried footsteps in the corridor behind him.

Lu Qingshan glanced back and smiled at Ye Wuyou.

"Zhao Changhe is here, why don't we go in and talk."

The stone door slowly closed.

The candles in the eighth floor of the sky prison lit up one by one.

Countless eyes converged on the direction of the dim passage.

Two figures slowly emerged in the sight of all the weirdos.

The next moment.

The lazy weirdos in the cage sat up straight at this moment.

Why did the former big and small kings come together now?

As the two figures walked in, there was also a fierce quarrel.

"I have already told you the method, Ye Wuyou, you must know that I am helping you."

"What a joke, I will never copy another self, I will never accept it!" (End of this chapter)