My practice narration is weird

Fang Cunshan was sitting in the prison cell, with a huge roasted leg of lamb in his hand, sizzling with oil, and wine bottles on the side.

The exercises he practiced were related to evil spirits and murderous intentions.

It was a skill that was honed among the dead on the battlefield.

This technique tempered the evil spirit and murderous intention, and later it was discovered that it could help people practice.

Some pressure similar to that of a high realm can also play a role in tempering people's cultivation if it is continuously unfolded.

But no one would do this. It would be too wasteful. After all, practice is a long process.

Even if he is his own son, a monk with great supernatural powers cannot withstand such consumption.

However, evil spirit and murderous intent do not require a realm or consume anything, as long as you are willing to spend time.

Fang Cunshan, who is in jail, has a lot of time.

The surrounding red evil aura and murderous intent seemed to be condensed into substance, wrapping the person in front of him like a cocoon.

It is not an exaggeration to say that one day of practice is equivalent to ten days as long as one can withstand the evil spirit and murderous intention.

Fang Cunshan burped and threw the leg bone aside, drank a bottle of wine, and then looked forward with squinted eyes.

How many days is this? Day five or day six?

He originally thought that this kid gave up after being provoked by him that day.

Unexpectedly, the guy said he would come again that night the next day.

"Why did you leave then?" he asked at that time.

"Are you okay? Didn't you say you would come back with some food and wine?" Ye Wuyou looked confused.

Fang Cunshan had nothing to say. He just subconsciously believed that anyone who could be brought to him by Zhao Changhe would be regarded as a person with outstanding talents.

The more talented a person is, the more arrogant he becomes.

He had been squatting in Tianlao for almost ten years, and Zhao Changhe also brought many people with him.

Without exception, he is a genius, and without exception, he is arrogant.

The girl named Lu from before was pretty cool, but as for the one in front of her...

It’s hard to comment, but it feels different from everyone before.

It seems a bit shameless.

"Senior, the evil spirit has weakened, please add more."

When Ye Wuyou's voice came, Fang Cunshan was stunned for a moment, and then the evil energy condensed a little heavier.

But after doing all this, Fang Cunshan felt very unhappy again, he frowned.

"Young man Ye, do you think I'm going to add firewood to the fire? Do you know that this consumes a lot of my energy?"

"What do you want to eat tomorrow?" the voice came from inside the cocoon.

"Ahem, it doesn't matter if you eat it. That wine will help me make Cuiyueju's peach blossom stuffing. It must be made by the peach beauty herself..."

"..."

Ye Wuyou ignored Fang Cunshan's words and quietly tempered his energy.

One realm is hidden, the other realm is clear.

There are not many practitioners in the first realm, but few in the second realm.

After all, the first realm can be slowly refined over time, but the second realm is different.

In the realm of insight, the acupuncture points and meridians are opened, the eyesight is clear, and the life span is increased by thirty years.

To drag Xia Anmeng's luck, when she was forcibly promoted to the second level, her twelve major meridians were forcibly opened by Qi machine, and then she wrapped her soul in her soul. After that, she spent more than half a month in Zhao Changhe's medicinal bath for training. , otherwise he would have died.

There are more than 700 acupuncture points in the human body, including 72 orifices. It is not difficult to find all of them and run the Qi machine through them.

Because the location of the acupoints has been written in the books and is fixed.

"If you have enough energy, you can already try to advance to the second level. With the pressure of my evil energy, you can turn the energy in your Dantian into liquid. What else do you want to do now that you are dragging it here?"

"Could it be that you want to find those forty-six extra-meridian acupoints?"

Fang Cunshan's voice was a little confused.

The positions of extra-meridian acupoints in each person’s body are not fixed.

In addition to the seventy-two major acupoints, there are also forty-six extra-meridian strange acupoints. These strange acupoints have the same effect as the acupoints, but they are not easy to find.

Although it is said that one more acupuncture point means more strength, not to mention the time wasted, the worst case scenario is that time is wasted and cannot be found.

Therefore, not many people will concentrate on grinding, but will directly break through the second level. If they can find one or two, they will make a profit.

But this is Ye Wuyou's goal.

Because he found them easily, he has broken through thirteen of them now.

This was a blessing for the narrator, and it was also the first time that Ye Wuyou felt that the narrator was quite effective.

[Is the human body such an inconvenient thing? Even if you are extremely talented, you can only find forty-six extra-meridian acupuncture points, which are so rare... You thought for a long time and finally decided to open eighty-two more acupoints on yourself to make up for it. One hundred and twenty-eight strange points]

Um? Can it be improved?

How to open it?

[Just do it as you say, use your two fingers to form a sword, use one finger three inches below your heart and lungs to pierce yourself, then condense your Qi, coagulate your flesh and blood, and forcibly create acupuncture points]

Okay, okay, let’s do this this time, and die next time when I have a chance.

In three days at most, maybe in just two days, he can clear all the last extrameridian acupoints and advance to the second level.

The surrounding evil pressure suddenly dissipated.

Ye Wuyou raised his head and looked at the other party.

"Okay, okay, that's it for today, you can come back tomorrow."

Ye Wuyou stood up without saying a word.

But Fang Cunshan stopped him.

"Boy, how many extra-meridian strange points have you found?"

"Senior, how many did you find in the first place?" Ye Wuyou asked.

Fang Cunshan coughed lightly and said, "On the battlefield, I didn't have so much time to search slowly. I only found seven, and I broke through the second realm. After all, the realm is far more important than the strange acupoints."

"Oh, senior, I have more than you now."

Before Fang Cunshan could speak again, Ye Wuyou had already left.

This was the first time Ye Wuyou heard Fang Cunshan talk about his past affairs.

battlefield? Was he originally from the military?

No wonder there is such a strong evil spirit and murderous intention in his body.

Wu Jing, he must be an official. Such a strong evil spirit must have killed many people. How did he end up in the heavenly prison?

The thought was only short-lived, and Ye Wuyou quickly left the prison.

Fang Cunshan still stayed in the prison, watching Ye Wuyou leave, drank the last sip of wine, and then threw it aside.

"This kid is restless." He said to himself.

"My heart is restless, and I either miss women or want to kill someone, but this guy looks like he's in need of women."

"Does that mean you want to kill someone?"

"But if your mind is not calm, you will ignore many things and end up like me..."

"It's a pity. It's a good seedling. Don't die."

As he spoke, he burped and fell asleep.

…

Ye Wuyou felt very calm.

Otherwise, he would have rushed into the mansion long ago.

In the scene Tian Yan saw a few days ago, there were two figures in it.

I was still reading at the table when one of them pointed at me, and the two of them walked into the room as if no one was watching and took away the painting.

And, he put a new painting in the box to cover everything up.

At that time, I had already passed out.

The picture was blurry, and Ye Wuyou couldn't see clearly who the other person was, but although the other person's face couldn't be seen clearly, just by looking at his figure, he knew it was Wu Zulong.

He did die from an illness, but now it seems that the illness was inflicted on him by the other party.

Including his own lost memory.

Ye Wuyou had to say that the other party was very rigorous and careful in his work.

He did not kill himself directly, but used magical means to make himself die of the disease, which even lasted for several days, allowing outsiders to see how sick he was.

The reason why I unpacked the painting was because I was concerned that my father’s purchase of the painting before his death would be known, and then the painting would disappear and people would become suspicious.

The purpose of erasing one's own memory is to prevent oneself from discovering it, or even to put it further, what if someone wants to search for one's soul?

Ye Wuyou could only admire the fact that so many methods and concerns were used against him who was just an ordinary person at the time.

Without Tian Yan, even if he realizes that he has lost his memory, he will have no clue.

But now Ye Wuyou knew who to look for.

With such a clear target and extremely conspicuous, Ye Wuyou originally wanted to take advantage of Wu Zulong's travels to find an opportunity to arrest him first, then interrogate him and finally give him a knife.

But that guy didn't go out for four or five days.

As for the mansion.

Contrary to Ye Wuyou's imagination, the mansion where the prefect was located was unexpectedly heavily guarded.

The patrolling officers and soldiers seemed to have set that mansion as a key target and kept patrolling.

In addition, there are many guards in the mansion. From a rough impression, they are all practitioners of the same realm, and there are many people with higher realms among them.

It is unrealistic to sneak in silently.

He walked on the street, then found a tea stall to sit down, and then looked at the street while drinking tea.

An unfamiliar figure walked from the street, but it was just him, and the luxurious carriage from the past was missing.

Ma Liu walked struttingly on the street, grabbing whatever was sold at the stalls nearby.

Seeing the faces of the stall owners who were obviously full of resentment but could only smile in apology, Ma Liu felt very happy.

Don't think of him as a grandson in front of the Third Young Master, but walking in Tianlan City, he is the master.

The government can't control him.

He ate and drank all the way, turned around and walked into a shop, shouting loudly.

But no one around him paid attention to him.

"Damn it, you guys don't take me seriously, do you?" Ma Liu slammed the table, but felt a sudden pain in his hand.

How can a wooden table be so hard?

But then, everything in front of him changed.

He was not in a store, but in a small alley.

The shot just now was shot directly on the wall.

Ma Liu panicked. Was he possessed by an evil spirit?

A hoarse voice came from behind, "Don't worry, it's just a small trick. Next, whatever I ask, you answer."

Ma Liu turned around tremblingly, only to see an old man with a withered face.

"Senior...little Ma Liu, if you have disturbed senior in any way, I, I will give you the money."

"I ask, you answer."

A tentacle emerged from behind and wrapped around Ma Liu's body, scaring Ma Liu into crying for his father and mother.

The old man is Ye Wuyou. All of this is just a small illusion, which can be seen in ordinary situations, but Ma Liu is obviously not among them.

"Yes, yes, senior, please tell me."

"Let me ask you, where is the person you usually follow?"

Ma Liu was stunned for a moment, but immediately realized that the other person was talking about the Third Young Master.

So this senior is not looking for himself.

Ye Wuyou thought that the other party would persist for a while, but Ma Liu's loyalty was obviously not as high as he thought.

"You, are you talking about the Third Young Master? He has been in the house these days and has not gone out."

Immediately afterwards, Ma Liu spoke again without waiting for Ye Wuyou to ask.

"Senior, I really don't know why he doesn't go out. I heard that he was grounded by the prefect. The relationship between father and son is not very good..."

"Foundation?" Ye Wuyou frowned.

"But I have a way, I have a way to see him." Ma Liu whispered.

"Oh? What can I do?" Ye Wuyou asked in a low voice.

But what responded to him was Ma Liu's increasingly rampant and cold laughter.

"When I catch you, you will see the Third Young Master."

Ma Liu kicked his foot, and a strange talisman was attached to his body, and he fled quickly.

"Hahahaha, the Third Young Master is right, someone must be looking for him these days! So I am tired of waiting for him to parade all day long!"

"Do you think you are the only one observing in secret? Do you think we are idiots? It's so funny, we have been waiting for you to take the bait!"

As Ma Liu's voice fell, his life came to an end.

The strange talisman made him very fast, but not faster than Ye Wuyou's ghost hand.

"Plop."

The corpse fell from the air, splashing dust all over the ground.

Ye Wuyou turned his head and looked around.

In the alley, dozens of figures slowly gathered.