My practice narration is weird

It was already the afternoon of the second day when Ye Wuyou came out of the prison.

Ye Wuyou didn't wait for Zhao Changhe, but he waited for the news that Lord Zhao and the prefect were going to a night banquet together.

This was not good news.

The black man tapped his palm.

Tianyan, which had already cultivated to the second level, seemed to bring Ye Wuyou more information.

But at the same time, the consumption was also greater.

Even if there was a strange price to pay, it could not be used without restraint.

Ye Wuyou was looking at a very vague result with Tianyan at this moment.

"If I stay in the prison all the time, Tianyan can't predict the crisis."

"But what's interesting is that in the method of Tianyan, if I walk out of the prison, although there is danger, it is not fatal, but I can gain something."

Wu Zulong stayed in the mansion, and it was difficult for him to attack him.

He could also ensure his own safety by staying in the prison.

Ye Wuyou thought for a while.

He walked out of the prison.

The other party used Ma Liu as bait to make him take the bait.

Then what could he catch by using himself as bait?

Ye Wuyou strolled around the city until it got dark, then he slowly walked towards home.

The long alley was still very quiet. The house next door had already lit candles, and a faint smell of food could be smelled.

Ye Wuyou did not disturb others. He stood at the door of his own courtyard, staring.

It seemed as if he could see the dark house through the wooden door.

Of course he couldn't see it, but the narration in his mind gave him the answer.

Ye Wuyou gently pushed open the courtyard door and walked in.

...

The gray-robed old man was standing quietly in the dark house at this moment, his face calm.

But at this moment, his figure seemed a little different.

If you look closely at the corners of his robes, there are faint distorted fluctuations, like illusory light and shadow.

What's more strange is that he is standing in the house, but if ordinary people see it, it is almost difficult to feel his presence.

As a great supernatural cultivator in the fourth realm, Liu Lao has absolute confidence.

If it is said that the matter of crossing the border to kill people in the lower three realms is nothing.

But it is extremely difficult for the lower three realms to defeat the middle three realms, or to escape from the middle three realms.

Because the practitioners of the middle three realms, in addition to stronger magical powers, more energy, and more magic, have something that the lower three realms do not have.

Flying in the air, Dharma, and soul.

The middle three realms also have various branches, array techniques, medical techniques, illusion techniques, and witchcraft...

But there is one more thing than the lower three realms.

Soul.

Old Liu specializes in soul.

So his soul is more powerful than himself.

Sensing something, Old Liu raised his head slightly and looked calmly at the door.

Finally here, I have been waiting for so long.

"Squeak..."

The door was slowly pushed open.

A man in a black robe walked into the room, looking calm.

Old Liu floated up, and in just one second, he took the other party's life and death into his hands.

But he did not act immediately because he had a few questions.

The Third Young Master was bewitched by evil spirits a few months ago. They didn't know what happened, but now it seems that it is related to this kid.

"Stinky boy, behave yourself. I have a few questions to ask you."

Old Liu's voice was hoarse, with a strange and shrill tone.

However, the next second.

His figure suddenly changed, and Old Liu, who was originally a spirit, suddenly felt that he was grabbed by a strong force and then pressed against the wall.

The black robe was already sitting quietly on the chair, with his legs crossed, supporting his head and looking at himself quietly.

A cold voice with a little sharpness came from his mouth.

"Old thing, behave yourself. I also have a few questions to ask you."

Old Liu felt dizzy at this moment, and he didn't understand what happened at all.

Because in his sight, there was nothing in front of him.

But there was a pair of giant hands, holding him tightly, so that he couldn't escape.

Even the spirit felt a burst of pain.

"What is this? Why can't I see it?"

Unfortunately, Ye Wuyou didn't intend to answer his doubts. Instead, he lit the candle, took out the paper and pen, and wanted to write something.

The ink in the inkstone had dried up and needed to be ground.

So he used another ghost hand to grind the ink for him.

Under the candlelight, Ye Wuyou still sat quietly, leaning on his head, his hands did not move at all, but the ink stick turned gently by itself.

Feeling the frightened look from Old Liu, Ye Wuyou smiled.

"What's wrong? I'm a scholar after all. How can I grind it myself?"

At this moment, Old Liu finally realized something, the constant tingling sensation from his soul, and the existence that he couldn't see at all.

He knew what this was.

"Weird, you actually mastered a weird? How is it possible!"

His voice stopped abruptly, because a dark blue ghost hand covered his mouth.

"Shh."

Ye Wuyou didn't want to disturb the neighbors.

At this moment, Old Liu was as dead as a dead heart. At the beginning, he majored in the soul because his life-saving method was unique.

But the strangeness specifically targets the soul, and now he has no means of escape.

Ye Wuyou finally picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote the first question on the paper.

He asked as he wrote.

"A great master of the fourth realm, are you here for the third young master or for the prefect?"

This question is very critical and affects all the choices Ye Wuyou makes later.

But faced with his question, Mr. Liu chose to remain silent.

Now that he has fallen into the opponent's hands and cannot escape, Mr. Liu has no intention of going back alive. If he says anything more, he will only harm the third young master and the adults.

Seeing that the other party didn't speak, Ye Wuyou didn't ask further questions. Instead, he thought for a moment and spoke slowly.

"Your Third Young Master has a very timid character, but he is very careful in his actions because of this. If he can get you to do something, the people who surrounded and killed me yesterday should not have been those first- and second-level stinky fish and shrimps."

"If it were him, he would definitely use the least risky method, that is, he would invite you directly."

"But he didn't. Instead, you came one day later. So it was the prefect who gave the order?"

Ye Wuyou smiled and wrote the word "prefect" on the paper.

Mr. Liu looked unmoved.

But the second question has arisen.

"Do you know why your third son wants to kill me?"

Mr. Liu still didn't speak.

"That's all, I guess you don't know. After all, if you knew, you might take the initiative to kill me."

Ye Wuyou smiled, looking like he was relieved.

"In this case, the only person who knows about me is that guy."

"Also, it seems that he didn't tell anyone else about the painting."

This matter refers to the matter of Ye Wuyou's life.

Mr. Liu's expression changed slightly. He originally wanted to investigate this matter, but now he knew nothing and was captured by the other party.

painting? What painting?

Is there something else in the hands of the Third Young Master that he and others don't know about?

Mr. Liu felt very passive at the moment. Even though he didn't say anything, the other party seemed to know everything.

"The third question...forget it, it's not really a problem."

Ye Wuyou slowly stood up, stood in front of Old Liu Soul, and said with a smile.

"Even you, the great supernatural power of the Four Realms, are going to die. That mansion feels empty now."

"I plan to destroy your mansion tonight. If you have any last words, I will bring them to you later."

After hearing this, Mr. Liu finally spoke.

"You can't do it." There was a hint of joking in the old voice.

"Why? Even you are no match for me. As for those guys in the first and second realms, how can they stop me, right?" Ye Wuyou looked at him.

"I'm cultivating the soul. It's just bad luck that I faced you. I admit my failure, but if you think that because of this..."

However, before Mr. Liu finished speaking, Ye Wuyou had already sat back at the table and wrote something quickly with the tip of his pen.

"It can be concluded from this that there must be at least one cultivator of the third middle realm in the prefect's mansion, and he is not majoring in the soul."

Mr. Liu's expression changed.

He could no longer care about the stinging pain in his soul, and the old voice roared angrily.

"How dare you deceive me."

"Old man, don't be so loud. How can you speak so harshly about scholars?" Ye Wuyou's voice was very light.

"This is reasoning." He said seriously.

He stood up and waved the piece of paper with still wet ink in front of Mr. Liu's eyes.

"Not only that, the remaining great supernatural power in your mansion is probably no more than five realms at most, and there is a high probability that he is in the fourth realm like you."

"Otherwise, Zhao Changhe wouldn't have had to help deal with the evil spirits at that time. After all, he was only in the fifth realm."

"Why do you look so ugly? Is it in pain or because of what I said? Hahaha."

Looking at that ugly face, Ye Wuyou couldn't help but laugh.

Fang Cunshan was right.

Previously, my mind was not calm enough and many things were ignored.

It's much better now.

The old soul was a little touched, and he spoke silently, with a complicated expression on his face.

"Who are you? Since you have a strange body, why do you pretend to be one? Isn't it interesting?"

This time it was Ye Wuyou's turn to be stunned.

He took a few steps back, closed his eyes gently, and felt himself.

The "Shadowless Heart Sutra" is a fully automatic mind method, that is to say, he practices it all the time.

Three, two, one...

The forty-sixth extra-meridian odd point was finally opened.

Ye Wuyou exuded his own aura, feeling majestic about himself.

But it fell into Mr. Liu's eyes.

Very weak.

It's just a real situation.

"How is this possible?" Mr. Liu was a little in disbelief.

Ye Wuyou was in a happy mood at the moment.

The young man closed his eyes and opened them again, then stretched out his hand and lightly snapped his fingers in front of Mr. Liu.

"Snapped!"

The Qi machine that had already been condensed to the extreme under the pressure of Fangcun Mountain's evil spirit and murderous intent turned into liquid in the Dantian in an instant.

The second level of enlightenment will increase your life span by thirty years.

Seeing clearly.

Even though my eyes are closed, I can still see things.

Ye Wuyou can clearly sense every plant and tree in the small courtyard, everything in Cuicui's house next door, and even inside and outside the alley.

"Can you see so far in the second realm? Why haven't you seen Lin Qingqing and the others do this before?" Ye Wuyou was a little surprised.

He didn't know how much improvement the forty-six extraordinary points outside the meridian had brought to his second realm.

But now, Mr. Liu's expression has completely darkened.

This kid was really just in one realm before...

Moreover, what does it mean for him to snap his fingers in front of me and then be promoted to the second level?

This shows that the opponent has been able to advance to the second realm a long time ago, but he has been holding back.

Is it necessary?

Is the second realm awesome?

Is this humiliating?

Mr. Liu couldn't understand.

Ye Wuyou felt himself, then restrained the smile on his face and spoke.

"The fourth question..."

But before he finished speaking, Liu Lao's face showed a hint of determination, and then, his body with concentrated soul began to tremble.

The trembling became more and more crazy.

"Boom!"

He exploded.

A great supernatural power cultivator of the fourth realm was forced to self-destruct by a cultivator of the first realm, no, now the second realm.

But if Ye Wuyou continued to ask, Liu Lao felt that everything about himself would be exposed.

Besides, he didn't want to live after being caught by the weird.

The blue figure blocked everything for Ye Wuyou.

Even so, Ye Wuyou didn't feel well, and his internal energy kept shaking, but fortunately he was not injured.

But his face was extremely ugly.

Cuicui's family ran out after hearing the sound, staring at the figure standing in the ruins in amazement.

But no one spoke first.

In the end, it was the child who spoke without restraint.

"Brother Ye, were you setting off firecrackers just now? What a loud noise. And brother, why did your house collapse?"

"Ah, it was Cuicui... Yes, I fired a cannon, it was a bit powerful, you guys eat yours."

...

Wu's mansion.

A faint soul flew over.

Old Liu, who was sitting quietly in the secret room, suddenly opened his eyes and spit out blood.

His consciousness began to dissipate, his soul was destroyed, and he could not survive with just this little remnant.

Now he was dying.

But he still stood up and stumbled towards the house of the third son.

At least, he had to bring some news to that person...

Wu Zulong was standing in the room at this moment, with the painting hanging on the wall.

His father's scolding was still echoing in his ears.

Wu Zulong was a very timid person.

He was not as good at practicing as his elder brother since he was young, and was not as good at studying as his second brother. As time passed, his elder brother became a general in the border army, and his second brother became an official in the court. Both of them were extremely outstanding.

In Wu Zulong's eyes, his two brothers were insurmountable mountains. He was just in their shadow and could not catch up no matter how hard he tried.

So he started.

Drinking and having fun, seeking pleasure in brothels...

Until that day, a woman found him, or rather approached him because of his identity.

It didn't matter, as long as she looked good, Wu Zulong didn't care about the rest.

The woman wanted to find a painting, and finally found it.

He didn't know what it was, but the other party said that this painting could make people realize all their wishes, but they had to pay a price.

Wu Zulong was timid, but he was not stupid. On the contrary, the more timid he became, the more careful he thought.

He could also see that the painting was not an ordinary thing.

Moreover, he discovered that the woman was a demon.

He tricked the woman back home, and then joined forces with the two priests to kill the demon.

The painting had already been in his hands, and no one knew it.

He wanted to gain power.

But the price given by the painting was to kill his father.

Madness and entanglement kept flashing back and forth in his mind, making him pace back and forth in the room involuntarily.

The door was pushed open.

A figure staggered in.

"Old Liu?" Wu Zulong was stunned. He knew that this person was his own worshiper, who had been in a high position for decades.

Old Liu's consciousness was almost scattered at this moment. He forced himself to raise his head and spoke to the other party.

"Third Young Master, you have to be careful of that..."

Halfway through the words.

Old Liu's eyes saw the painting on the wall.

Or rather, it was the faceless woman in the painting who saw him.

Old Liu's face showed a trace of fear, and the last trace of life in his body was madly fading away.

His figure knelt on the ground, and then slowly fell down.

He died.

Wu Zulong was still confused, but the majestic energy coming from his body made him unable to help but make a sound.

The first realm he had reached by taking drugs was rapidly improving at this moment.

Second realm, third realm.

It was not until the third realm that he stopped.

"This..."

Feeling the power in his body, Wu Zulong couldn't help laughing out loud because of the unprecedented sense of strength he had never experienced.

The faceless woman in the portrait was unmoved, but the area around her face became more delicate.

"Why, why... So that's it, hahahaha."

At this point, how could he not understand.

He walked to the body of Old Liu lying on the ground, squatted down, and looked quietly at the old face that still showed reluctance.

Since he could remember, everyone loved him.

But until he had no talent and was disliked by his father, many people's attitudes changed.

Only this old worshiper often showed kindness to him, which made him feel kind.

"Grandpa Liu, why are you so good to me?" The young self once asked the other party.

"Old Liu, I watched the third young master grow up, so I naturally know what kind of person the young master is. It's just a little setback, and the young master will get over it sooner or later."

The scenes of the past are vivid.

Wu Zulong stood up, and the timidity in his eyes disappeared as he gained strength, turning into coldness and madness.

He raised his foot and kicked the dead old man under him fiercely.

"Old man, you should have died long ago."