My practice narration is weird

Chapter 592 Is this right? This is not right!

Everything has changed.

Ye Wuyou wanted to see how many people this change had affected?

To what extent can it be affected?

He used Shinto skills to arrive at the Great Yan Imperial City, hiding in the palace, and quietly listened to the queen who used to be a bit smart but often hesitated in everything. At this moment, she waved her sleeves and announced the next sentence without expression. An order.

Dayan wants to develop.

But what is the current situation of Great Inflammation? Is she, Li Su, the one who has the final say on development?

The sect and the royal family have never made a real decision. The two seem to coexist, but in fact...

The first order is to end the division between the sect and the imperial power and stabilize a political power.

The second order is, after stabilization, end this almost closed state and open or expand.

After Dayan becomes stable internally, if it wants to develop, it will undoubtedly have to look into the distance.

So is it trading with other countries, large and small, in the world? Or conquer all directions and expand outward?

More areas will undoubtedly bring more resources and thus better development.

Third...

Countless orders were issued one by one, and surprisingly, no one objected.

Finally, Ye Wuyou appeared and asked a question to Li Su, who had a graceful face and was full of luxury.

"Now that Dayan is at war with the sect, do you think it's right?"

It had only been a few years since Dayan had recovered from the war. It had been plagued by many disasters before, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was due to physical fatigue.

Now that Dayan has left Luohe Paradise, things have improved a little, and there is actually a somewhat prosperous scene.

Ye Wuyou naturally doesn't understand the general trend of these countries. Even if his cultivation is now stronger than everyone in the imperial city, he still won't jump to conclusions. But based on his thoughts, he feels that maybe it shouldn't be like this. Are you going to be in turmoil within yourself first?

Li Su's response came quickly.

"Of course it is correct. Because Dayan now owns the blessed land of Luohe, he is bound to be coveted by others. If the internal stability is not stabilized first, external forces will penetrate into the country in the following days and divide each other. If he wants to integrate at that time, it will be difficult. Several times."

"But I'm here." Ye Wuyou said.

Ye Wuyou meant that as long as he was around, nothing like this would happen.

Li Su said with calm eyes.

"Then would you like to stay with me? I can give birth to an heir with you and make him the new emperor."

? ? ?

Ye Wuyou looked confused.

Li Su looked away, looked at the blank space outside the hall, and said calmly.

"You will not always be here. The fate of the country should not be bound to one person, nor can it be placed in the hands of one person, such as your master, Lu Qingshan."

"Perhaps your personal power is enough to overturn and change the entire Dayan, and you are willing to stay in Dayan, and you are also very good, but it is wrong to put everything in Dayan on you. I can't afford to bet, Dayan I can’t afford to gamble either.”

"Who knows if you will be the next Lu Qingshan?"

Li Su's voice was extremely calm and his answers were full of rationality.

This battle between the sect and the imperial power has continued for countless years, and there has never been a way to coexist.

Since they cannot coexist.

Then, it's time for the curtain to end.

Ye Wuyou didn't hesitate anymore, and just asked the other party one last question before leaving.

"No matter which side, I won't take action, but have you ever thought about what happens if you lose?"

The power of the sect is now slightly higher than that of the royal family.

Li Su nodded.

"That?"

Li Su gently closed his eyes, and the eyes on his luxurious and graceful jade face trembled slightly. Finally, he slowly opened them and spoke calmly.

"It's all the same."

Ye Wuyou remained silent for a while, said no more, turned around and disappeared without a trace.

No matter whether it is the sect or the imperial power in the end, it is Great Yan.

Then Dayan can 'progress' and gain 'development'.

As such a feudal ruler, Li Su should not have been able to say these words because her position did not allow it.

Throughout the ages, many rulers have reached a consensus.

The Great Yan under the rule of the imperial power is the Great Yan.

But now, that has changed.

Completely changed.

The other party gave up his own stance and adopted the true stance of Great Yan.

This was a change that left Ye Wuyou speechless.

All this, right?

He used Shinto magic and came to the distant Parthia.

It was discovered that its civil strife had also ended.

He came to the two sides that had been fighting before, Baguio Country and Xueqi Country.

Ye Wuyou was a little surprised.

He found that the Baguio Kingdom was completely gone.

All this, right?

Great changes have taken place in the world.

People's thinking seems to have undergone earth-shaking changes.

Everyone's goals seem to be extremely clear now.

But the struggle is still there, the war is still there.

War is not a good thing because it brings death.

But now all wars seem to end up in a better place?

Are all these changes happening now for the better or for the worse?

That's not right...right?

Right, right...

No, no, no, no, still wrong.

It was the first time that Ye Wuyou was in such a tangled situation.

He originally wanted to change all this, to find a way to change people back to their original appearance.

But after seeing all this, Ye Wuyou hesitated.

Bai Yuchan...what exactly does he want to do?

Ye Wuyou returned to Tianlan City.

Returned to the familiar courtyard.

Lu Caiwei came forward.

Luo Qinghan also came forward.

But Bai Lu and Luo Yue, who were the most lively in the past, did not show up.

"How are they?" Ye Wuyou asked.

Luo Qinghan spoke slowly, his voice was cold, but his brows were furrowed.

"They are practicing. They have been practicing since they came back, as if they were brainwashed."

"I tried to use the Dao domain, but it had no effect at all. I couldn't sense any breath of magical power."

Lu Caiwei stuttered in a low voice. "I, I, I, I... Wuhen, it didn't work either."

Obviously, Luo Qinghan and Lu Caiwei were not affected by this.

But Luo Yue and Bai Lu were both changed.

And this is not a weird power.

Because Lu Caiwei's Wuhen sword intent can break all weirdness, but it can't change anyone's thoughts.

If it's not weird, then what kind of magical power is this, which is so powerful?

Ye Wuyou had explored several seventh realms before.

For example, Lu Chen and Wang Ting of Daxuan were not affected, and they were still the same as before, but they also noticed all this.

Is it that those above the seventh realm are not disturbed?

Not necessarily.

Bai Changzai and Zhao Changhe are also in the seventh realm, but they have faced Bai Yuchan and were eventually changed.

Where does this power to change people's thoughts come from?

Ye Wuyou has no idea. Even if he wants to turn it all around, he doesn't know how to do it.

He wants to find Bai Yuchan and ask him directly what he is going to do.

But Bai Yuchan took the narrator away and hid his tracks. Ye Wuyou couldn't detect his whereabouts, so he couldn't ask.

"Ye Wuyou, we have to turn it all around as soon as possible." Luo Qinghan said coldly.

Ye Wuyou nodded first, but then hesitated and asked back.

"Qinghan, what do you think the world will become if it doesn't change?"

To be honest, Ye Wuyou feels that the world is undergoing some earth-shaking changes.

People may be in different positions, belong to different forces, and have different strengths and realms.

But the starting point is the same.

United we are.

Perhaps it will only take a short time, maybe a few years, decades, a hundred years... this world can create a new height.

Ye Wuyou's words brought doubts to Luo Qinghan.

"Why do you care about this?"

The latter frowned, crossed his hands in front of his chest, snorted, and said coldly.

"I just know that all this looks very unpleasant."

Ye Wuyou thought about it and laughed dumbly.

In the past, the narrator was noisy, but perhaps because he couldn't stand the noise, he would make decisions quickly on everything, just asking the narrator to stop barking.

For some reason, I felt that without the narrator's nagging, no one was arguing with me in my mind, and I became a little hesitant.

In this way, Luo Qinghan seemed free and easy.

Ye Wuyou looked at Lu Caiwei again.

"What do you think?"

"Ah, I, I, I, I feel that all this is good... but also a little bad." Lu Caiwei hesitated to speak, but then added.

"I, I, I, I, it's all fine, it depends on you."

Really?

Ye Wuyou has already made up his mind.

The "good" that Lu Caiwei can see now comes from the current things.

At least Tianlan City has really become much more peaceful, and the people in the city are very normal, and some are too normal.

She did not see the war that will happen in Da Yan in the future... Although all that will happen sooner or later, regardless of whether it changes or not.

Wouldn't the sect and the court take action without this change?

Lu Caiwei reached out and pulled Ye Wuyou's sleeve.

The little stutterer glanced at the firewood room in the yard, and a stuttering voice came.

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"I want to see it, Wenqu?"

Ye Wuyou thought about it, shook his head, and then asked.

"Did you remove the restrictions on her?"

"No, no, you put it on." Lu Caiwei said honestly.

Okay.

Ye Wuyou handed Wenqu over to Lu Caiwei, and he didn't care much. Even if the little stutterer was soft-hearted and lifted the ban on Wenqu, it was within his expectations. After all, it was not a profound ban.

But the little stutterer really didn't lift it...

His scarlet pupils looked to the side, and in the dark and gloomy small firewood room, he seemed to see the figure of a woman squatting in the corner.

Ye Wuyou coughed lightly and instructed.

"Forget it, don't let her stay in the firewood room. After all, she is a ninth realm, and it always feels a little weird."

"But there is no room, so I take her to my room or your room?"

As soon as Lu Caiwei said this, Ye Wuyou felt two cold rays.

It was Luo Qinghan's gaze.

Obviously, in her opinion, whether Wenqu went to Ye Wuyou's room or Lu Caiwei's room, it was not okay!

"Stay in the firewood room."

Ye Wuyou smiled and turned to walk out of the courtyard.

He did not go far away, but deduced the location of Bai Yuchan as usual, while quietly watching the changes in Tianlan City.

However, it was already late at night, and there were not many people, but the streets were much cleaner.

In the dark night, there were lights.

It was very quiet. At this time, I should have heard some quarrels between families.

Even the Baiyu Building, which was once brightly lit, was now deserted.

Everyone seemed to no longer waste time on this meaningless thing.

Ye Wuyou deduced, thinking in his eyes.

What did he originally think Bai Yuchan would do if he took Narrator away, such as restoring the old order and establishing a new heaven like the final boss in countless story books?

But now it seems that I thought of the other party too simply.

He didn't even kill Bai Changzai and Zhao Changhe.

Everything Bai Yuchan is doing right now...for what?

Does it really make the world a better place?

Is this right?

Ye Wuyou walked aimlessly through Tianlan City and reached the outskirts of the city.

Finally, when passing by a forest, he stopped.

There were sparks burning in the forest, yellow paper flying, and the sound of shovels digging into the earth.

It looked a bit scary in the dark night.

Ye Wuyou didn't care, walked over and patted the other party on the shoulder.

"Uncle Wang, what are you doing here?"

But then, there was a hint of astonishment in Ye Wuyou's eyes.

Uncle Wang dug a deep hole in the ground, and a woman was lying quietly in it, which was being filled with soil.

There was yellow paper and white cloth placed next to it, and a small fire burned dry wood, making a small crackling sound from time to time.

Uncle Wang, killed someone?

Uncle Wang stopped and turned around to see Ye Wuyou. He nodded slightly, his eyes unchanged and his expression calm.

"Is it Wuyou? I'm filling in the soil."

nonsense.

"Of course I know you are... No, who is this? Uncle Wang, what have you done." Ye Wuyou's eyes suddenly became sharp.

Could it be that the Uncle Wang he knew was actually doing something shameful behind his back?

But Uncle Wang's words came quietly, shattering the fierceness in Ye Wuyou's eyes.

"Oh, this is my daughter, she's dead."

The calm words were replaced by Ye Wuyou's look of astonishment.

He lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the figure that was already covered in loess.

There are indeed some similarities.

Ye Wuyou knew that Uncle Wang had a daughter.

Ye Wuyou knew that although Uncle Wang told his colleagues every day that there was a loser in the family, Uncle Wang actually liked his daughter very much.

Ye Wuyou knew that this old man from Tianlao wanted to save a dowry for his daughter so that she could marry in glory.

And now the other person is dead.

"Why don't you come to me? Who did it?" Ye Wuyou's voice became sharp, and there was a chill in his eyes.

"It was bitten to death by a poisonous rat. No one found it at night. When I found it, it was already gone. I should have gone to the hospital or asked you to help me take a look." Uncle Wang said calmly.

"That……"

Ye Wuyou was speechless.

A very small illness, an extremely subtle cause, but a life was indeed lost.

No matter how high your cultivation level is, you can't reverse life and death. Even if you ask Lu Qingshan to use weird methods... you are just lying to yourself.

Ye Wuyou didn't know how to comfort Uncle Wang. He squatted down, grabbed the yellow paper on the side, put it into the fire and lit it. He was silent for a while and said something.

"Condolences."

Uncle Wang nodded and continued filling the soil.

But Ye Wuyou silently raised his head, looking at Uncle Wang who was filling the soil without making a sound, the look in his eyes changed from sadness to confusion.

Why, this Uncle Wang whom he is familiar with, this Uncle Wang who scolds but loves his daughter from the bottom of his heart.

Not sad at all right now?

"Are you building a tomb here?" Ye Wuyou asked.

"Um."

"Isn't it too simple?"

"fine."

"What do you mean okay?"

"The person is already dead, so there is no need to bother."

Ye Wuyou was silent for a while, stood up slowly, and stopped what Uncle Wang was doing.

He looked at the scarred face in front of him, a middle-aged man with graying temples.

Ye Wuyou spoke slowly and asked seriously.

"Uncle Wang, aren't you sad?"

Uncle Wang stood quietly on the spot, thought for a while, and nodded.

"sad."

The other party's voice was so calm, without any emotion.

Ye Wuyou smiled.

Are you still thinking about riding a horse?

"Why do I think you are not sad at all? And you are in such a hurry... Isn't she your daughter?" Ye Wuyou asked again.

Uncle Wang looked puzzled.

"People are dead, what's the point of grieving? How can the living waste time for the dead?"

After a slight pause, Uncle Wang said again.

"Besides, I have been working all day today, and I only have time to deal with this matter in the evening. I have to do things tomorrow, so I have to speed up the time."

As he spoke, Uncle Wang waved the shovel again.

But Ye Wuyou smiled.

The smile was a little ridiculous.

"You mean you left your daughter's body to dry at home for a day?"

"Well, because there's a lot to do, work to do, and..."

The fist was fierce, Ye Wuyou punched in front of Uncle Wang!

Uncle Wang in front of him still looked calm, looking at Ye Wuyou quietly, and finally showed doubts.

Ye Wuyou was silent for a while, then lowered his arm. With a slight wave, the deep hole on the ground was filled up and turned into a small grave.

When Uncle Wang saw this scene, a smile appeared on his always calm old face.

"Wuyou, thank you, thank you."

Then, Uncle Wang turned and left.

In the dark woods, a handful of grave soil, a gradually extinguishing fire and burning yellow paper ashes...