My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 133 Estrus
The purple-robed young man had a calm expression as he stood on the cloud boat, his sleeves fluttering as he slowly revealed his arm that was corroded and riddled with holes, like a dead person's.

There was no anger in his eyes, but rather a feeling of mutual understanding and sympathy between two like-minded people.

The formation on the imperial city suddenly opened at this moment.

Countless gazes surrounded it, and then a figure slowly emerged from among them.

He was just an ordinary middle-aged scholar in a blue shirt.

The purple-robed young man shifted his gaze away from Ye Wuyou and looked behind him with a slightly exploratory look. An illusory figure that was invisible to ordinary people appeared in his eyes.

Countless auras rose up near the imperial city and locked onto the cloud boat.

The young man wanted to take another look, but the old man behind him took the lead and blocked his way.

Song Yun bowed slightly and clasped his fists in a respectful manner.

"My name is Song Yun, nice to meet you, Lord Lu."

His aura is much stronger than Lu Qingshan's, and he is older than Lu Qingshan, but his expression of respect at this moment does not seem fake.

Lu Qingshan looked at him calmly, and after a while, asked softly.

"you know me?"

"I once crossed paths with you when I traveled to Da Yan forty years ago. I met you once at that time."

Lu Qingshan's expression rarely showed some thoughtfulness. Forty years ago, he was only ten years old?

I remembered.

At that time, a man who looked similar to the old man in front of him came up to spar with him, but was slapped away by his master.

I see……

"You are a guest, please come in."

The cloud boat slowly sailed into the imperial city. Li Yuan stood below and watched the scene with a frown on his face.

He did not contact Daxuan's people.

In other words, even if he had the idea of ​​asking for help in his mind, he had not had the time to put it into practice.

The other party came uninvited.

What exactly are they here for?

The young man in purple robe stood on the cloud boat. As the cloud boat moved, he passed by Lu Qingshan who was standing in the air nearby.

But just as they were about to pass each other, the young man asked with a smile on his face.

"Senior Lu, what do you have?"

Lu Qingshan did not respond.

The purple-robed young man did not ask any more questions.

It was not until the cloud boat landed and someone led them to meet Li Yuan that the old man behind them spoke softly.

"Daozi, forgive me for being blunt, but don't speculate on what that senior has."

"Mr. Song, do you know what he controls when you say this?"

Song Yun shook his head slightly and sighed.

"It can only be regarded as a guess..."

"Since it's just speculation, it's meaningless. I will find out."

The young man in purple robe smiled and did not take the old man's words to heart.

Song Yun wanted to persuade him, but was interrupted by the other party's cold voice.

"Mr. Song, have you forgotten that I can definitely find out what I want to know?"

Song Yun didn't say anything more.

Perhaps everything will be just as the other party said, and there is nothing that this Taoist cannot control.

He has been accompanying the other party and protecting him for more than twenty years, but he still doesn't know the power of the strangeness that the other party controls.

I didn't notice anything at all, and there was no basis for speculation.

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Lu Qingshan stepped in front of Ye Wuyou.

Before Ye Wuyou could say anything, he felt a huge force coming from his hand. The next moment, the long sword slipped out of his hand, and the whole person retreated several feet before he could stop.

You know, I am not in the third realm now...

The realm that Xia Anmeng had given him receded like the tide at this moment. Ye Wuyou looked up, but saw Lu Qingshan's somewhat silent eyes.

Very strange thoughts came from the bottom of my heart, and along with the thoughts, there was a feeling of numbness and weakness all over my body.

The blood-red sword was now in Lu Qingshan's hand. He held the hilt, seeming to be feeling something.

Lu Qingshan looked at Ye Wuyou, and a gentle voice came from in front of him.

"It's a good sword, but it's stained with too much karma. Wuyou, don't you notice anything wrong?"

wrong?

What could be wrong?
Ye Wuyou was thinking for a moment, but soon he thought of something.

The first time he held the knife in the underground palace, the scene that washed over his mind and made him lose strength and fly backwards.

Afterwards, he had to rely on another 'Ye Wuyou' to take down the bloody sword, but even the stronger 'self' was shattered in the first moment and could not withstand it.

Afterwards, he took the knife and was extremely cautious at the time, wrapping it with his ghost hand. But this time, he directly grasped the handle of the knife.

From then on, all the killings seemed to be a natural process, without any need for thought.

Killing people with a knife is as easy as eating and drinking.

Did I neglect it? Or did I forget it? Why did it happen so naturally?

[There is no negligence at all. You are disdainful in your heart. This knife is yours! ]

No, no!

Ye Wuyou looked confused. Lu Qingshan walked up to him and pointed at his forehead.

A cold feeling came from the bottom of his heart. Ye Wuyou took a deep breath, his eyes first looked at Lu Qingshan, then slowly moved towards the bloody long sword.

He thought about it and smiled proudly.

"Lu Qingshan, I felt that if you hadn't come, I would have killed those people."

Lu Qingshan finally showed a trace of calmness on his face, and Ye Wuyou's words only earned him a sneer.

"Wuyou, that old man is in the sixth realm. Do you think you are his master? Can you cross the border and kill people?"

"Why not?" Ye Wuyou felt that Lu Qingshan's words were biased.

Putting aside all external forces, Ye Wuyou did not feel that he was much different from the fourth realm. If he was just a fourth realm like Han Yue, he should be able to defeat him easily.

Lu Qingshan thought about it and responded.

"As a teacher, I can transcend two realms."

Ye Wuyou's expression was calm.

Oh, so if it applies to myself, it would be the third realm against the fifth realm?

If “Medicine Grandma” could always be with me… that wouldn’t be a bad idea.

Until Lu Qingshan's next words came.

"Wuyou, the two realms that Master mentioned do not refer to the three realms or the five realms."

Ye Wuyou tilted his head, looking puzzled.

Lu Qingshan smiled faintly.

"It's the lower three realms and the upper three realms."

Ok?
Stop bragging. If you keep bragging like this, the combat effectiveness would have collapsed long ago if it were a storybook.

When I first heard about Ye Wuyou, I thought it was extremely absurd.

But these words were said by my own master.

The narrator's voice rang in Ye Wuyou's mind, and he suddenly responded subconsciously.

"Lu Qingshan, if you can do it, then so can I."

Lu Qingshan blinked, his eyes filled with helplessness, and tapped the long sword in his hand with his fingertips.

"Wuyou, if your strength is as good as your mouth, your master will be relieved."

Ye Wuyou opened his mouth and thought, "Oh no, birds of a feather flock together." How could he become as arrogant as the narrator after being influenced by his surroundings?

The bloody long sword fell into Lu Qingshan's hand, and then Ye Wuyou could see with his naked eyes that the dark red on it slowly faded and turned into as black as ink.

The long sword was handed back to Ye Wuyou by Lu Qingshan, and it only brought a sense of heaviness, without any other strangeness.

At this moment, Ye Wuyou glanced at the disappeared Yunzhou, and then looked at Lu Qingshan.

Ye Wuyou was very familiar with the aura of the young man in purple robe.

"On that young man's body..."

"Master, I know that there are always people like you and me who are lucky and have good luck. It's not uncommon."

"They come with bad intentions and don't seem to be good people." Ye Wuyou said silently.

However, Lu Qingshan laughed, as if he heard a joke, and pointed at Ye Wuyou and spoke.

"It doesn't matter if the person who came here has bad intentions or doesn't look like a good person, but Wuyou, the other person didn't say a word, but you held a knife and asked him to come down and die. Who is less of a good person?"

Ye Wuyou was stunned for a while, it seemed to be the truth.

"You don't need to worry about this matter. I probably know their intentions."

"Need help?"

There was a look of pleasure in Lu Qingshan's eyes, but he shook his head.

"Not really, Wuyou, you have more important things to do right now."

"what?"

Lu Qingshan pondered.

"Your fox demon doesn't have many abilities, but his temperament is becoming more and more like you. When faced with a dilemma, he would risk his life. What's more, the skills he practiced were the Seven Emotions, Six Desires, Ten Emotions and Eight Sufferings. Previously, he directly detonated the anger formula in his body, which is why he became so ferocious."

"So that's it, what happens next?"

"When the word [anger] disappears, it will turn into [desire]."

"What's the meaning……"

"To put it simply, your fox is going into heat."

(End of this chapter)