My practice narration is weird

There are only two questions that Ye Wuyou wants to know now.

"You ask me what is weird?"

Lu Qingshan looked leisurely and was not surprised by this question. Instead, he first made himself a cup of tea, then made another cup and motioned for Ye Wuyou to sit down.

The tea was good, but Ye Wuyou didn't care to taste it carefully. He was in a hurry now.

But facing the seemingly amiable warden in front of him, who could actually kill him with one punch, Ye Wuyou still had the patience to wait.

After all, you have come here, you can always ask clearly, do you still have this little spare time?

The gentle breeze blew up and rolled up a few pages. Ye Wuyou glanced at them unconsciously and saw several exquisite illustrations with a hint of spring.

The wind stopped, and I looked at the cover page of the book again - "Tianya Fenghua Lu - Nong Yu Chapter"

Ye Wuyou quickly looked away, took a sip of tea, and thought about the rumors that the warden was in his forties, but he had no family and no children...

Do old scholars in their forties or fifties still read these? No wonder I can't find a wife.

Lu Qingshan's expression was still very calm, and he didn't seem to feel embarrassed about the scene he encountered. He moved the book far away and spoke slowly.

"Your question has two meanings. One is about the origin of the strangeness, and the other is what is this strange thing?"

Ye Wuyou actually didn't think that much, but nodded slightly and still listened to the other person's words.

Lu Qingshan nodded slightly and pondered for a moment.

"The word "weird" is just a name for our Great Flame. If it were placed elsewhere, some people would call it the relic of the devil, and some would directly call it the immortal alien monster. In the Kingdom of Anxi, which is thousands of miles away, they do have a special one. The name is Si Ming, but it is the dead Si Ming, but according to my observation of the Twelve Shinto, Weird is just the remains of something. "

"This group of things has one characteristic. They are invisible, invisible to the naked eye, untouchable by ordinary people, and immortal. Moreover, every weird thing has magical talents that are unmatched by ordinary people, even if there are some weird things that don't seem to be that powerful. , even if I kill them myself, I will just let them regenerate somewhere else."

Hearing this, Ye Wuyou understood a little bit, but still felt that something was wrong.

Formless and incorporeal?

How could those ghosts be invisible? At least in the eyes of himself and Lu Qingshan, these things are not incorporeal.

Lu Qingshan spoke slowly, but he seemed to see what Ye Wuyou was thinking and just smiled.

"No rush, wait until I finish."

"As for the origins of this strange group of people, there are different opinions from various countries and dynasties, and there is no specific conclusion. However, I once observed the twelve divine pillars and got a chance to get some information. However, the information is too complicated and cannot be described in words. I can only wait for you. Then go and see for yourself, maybe you can get something from it.”

"By the way, I forgot to tell you that the Twelve Shinto Pillars are a product of the previous era. Since I got a few pieces of information from them, I can also deduce a conclusion from them."

"No matter what these strange groups are called, whether they are remains or demons, they are just like the twelve divine pillars, they are all remnants of the previous era."

"From what I see, the strange origins originate from the previous era, and are the remains left after something was destroyed. Because of its special nature and immortality, it remains to this day."

"This is the origin of the weirdness, Ye Wuyou, what do you think of this answer?"

how?

Ye Wuyou nodded slightly, recalling a few words from the narrator in his mind.

The narrator calls this group of weirdos the remains of the avenue, relics of the old era, but now everything seems to correspond.

"How long was the last era?" Ye Wuyou asked.

Lu Qingshan shook his head slightly, "It has been more than seven hundred years since the founding of Dayan. Before Dayan, there was Daqian, which spanned 2100 years. Before Qian, it was Nanzhao, for more than 1400 years, and after that..."

"Historical records alone date back more than 8,000 years, and the weirdness already existed at that time."

So the last era has to be traced back to thousands of years ago?

Ye Wuyou really couldn't think of any information.

Moreover, Lu Qingshan is still talking, but he doesn’t know much about the history of thousands of years ago.

It seems to be all unofficial history at the moment, and it has already talked about a battle with a mysteriously possessed woman on the bed of an emperor eight thousand years ago.

His voice was calm and slow, like a teacher. Ye Wuyou was sitting on the chair again, feeling a little sleepy as he listened.

"Stop it, Mr. Lu, I don't care what happened to the emperor and Weiyi... I just want to know if my situation can be solved?"

The strange origin is just incidental, the most critical thing is the current problem of itself.

Ye Wuyou could even feel that the erosion on himself was deepening bit by bit. Originally, the changes in his left hand were only below the forearm, but after a day, he noticed that the faint blue color had grown slightly.

Damn it.

If this continues, one year? No, at most half a year, or even a few months, this weirdness will take over my body.

In the end, he can only face the situation described by the narrator, and the worst case scenario is that he will explode.

Lu Qingshan's words stopped suddenly, as if he was disappointed that no one was talking to him.

He looked at Ye Wuyou and nodded.

"sure."

Ye Wuyou has a decisive temper and bows to him when he accepts his offer.

What do you rely on when you come out to hang out? It depends on background and power.

There is such a big boss in the system, and he can solve his own problems, so there is nothing wrong with becoming his disciple.

But he was stopped by Lu Qingshan.

"You want to worship me as your teacher?"

Damn, didn't you say you would accept me as your disciple? Otherwise, I would have gone to Fenglai Tower with Senior Zhao to drink tea and listen to music.

Ye Wuyou was surprised, but Lu Qingshan was calm.

"Forget it, Chuntao was anxious when she saw Zhao Changhe's behavior, and some words were not made clear. I do have the idea of ​​recruiting a successor, but the premise is."

"You have to survive."

Ye Wuyou quickly understood the meaning of the other party's words.

The solution to his own problems does not seem to be very easy.

"Twelve Divine Arts." Lu Qingshan said for no reason.

"Although Da Yan is located in the borderland, it has two twelve Shinto pillars, each of which records a Shinto technique."

"This Shinto pillar is a relic of the last era, so what is recorded on it is naturally the technique of the last era."

"The inheritance on it is difficult for others to practice, and even difficult to understand. Even if you have outstanding talents and have comprehended a little, you have to pay a huge price to use it. For most people in the world, it is just an abandoned hard pillar."

"But it is different for people like us. If you can learn one of the Shinto techniques, then the price you pay is not borne by you, but by the thing behind you."

"After all, they are the only relics of the last era."

At this point, Ye Wuyou has understood.

Use the price of the Shinto technique to weaken your own weirdness, so as to achieve a balance.

"May I ask where the Shinto pillar is?"

"There are two Shinto pillars, one in the capital, and the other here, Tianlan City, the deepest part of the Tianlao."

Ye Wuyou was a little surprised.

He was ready to rush for days to find the pillar in an unknown valley, but he didn't expect this result.

Ye Wuyou, who had been in difficult mode since birth, now felt that this seemed... too easy?

Thinking of this, Ye Wuyou spoke slowly after thinking about it and asked.

"What kind of magical power is recorded in the magic under the sky prison?"

Lu Qingshan smiled, leaned back slightly, and looked out the window with his somewhat gloomy eyes, looking at the empty and quiet street.

Then he slowly spoke and said a sentence.

"Ye Wuyou, can you accept that there is another you in this world?"