My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 135 Backtracking
After calmly seeing the other person off, Ye Wuyou sat at the table, carefully looking at the ring in his hand.

If Fang Ning came to find her just as a so-called lobbyist, she would definitely know that it was meaningless persuasion. With her arrogant personality, she would never say it out loud.

He came here specially to tell me these things...more because he wanted me to know some things.

His thoughts were constantly wandering, but he did not look worried. Fang Ning's words did not bother him too much.

Maybe it was true, or maybe it was mixed with lies. Ye Wuyou was unable to guess the complicated situation in Dayan.

But if you follow your own logic...

This problem is so easy to solve!

Isn't it enough as long as my master is willing to fight with the sect?

Assuming that I was put in that elevated position, if the sect expressed the meaning of Fang Ning's words, well, would it be equivalent to some kind of overt threat?

Sorry, I never eat stress.

There was once a short wise man who lived with his shadow all day who said, "Since I'm not happy, then you guys shouldn't have an easy time either. I want to show them what it means to really not care!"
But after a moment he shook his head helplessly. No matter how much he thought about it, he was not Lu Qingshan.

Ye Wuyou stood up suddenly.

It doesn’t matter. I heard that there is a sequence in learning and everyone has their own specialties. A disciple doesn’t have to be inferior to his master. It’s time for me to teach my master a good lesson!

[The disciple is better than the master, and the twists and turns of the world are just noisy flies in your ears. You will soon think of a better solution in your heart, and it will be your first step to truly reach the peak! ]

Oh? Does the narrator have any ideas?
[Suddenly, a madman sharpens his knife at night, the imperial star is swaying and the Mars is high! If the world can't make a decision, then you come to help them make a decision! ]

[First, take Da Yan, then conquer Da Xuan. The two places will form a pincer attack and attack together... If this is the case, hegemony can be achieved.]

Of the thousands of words, Ye Wuyou only understood the meaning of a pincer attack.

Okay, okay, no need to say more.

Xia Anmeng's tired voice echoed in my heart.

"Actually, you don't have to worry too much about that person...but can you take me back first?"

Hmm? Do you still want to pay it back?
Xia Anmeng's residual soul was in the ring. He watched Ye Wuyou stand up. When he saw the fox suddenly disappear from his sight, he recalled the other party's previous actions.

Xia Anmeng witnessed everything that happened in the eighth level of the Heavenly Prison.

That's a weird ability...

She thought about it and finally asked Ye Wuyou.

"To what extent have you been eroded now?"

The figure that was about to go out was slightly startled, Ye Wuyou seemed to be thinking about something. It turned out that Xia Anmeng knew a lot about weird things.

Any physical problems?

The ghost has basically not been used in recent days, and with the use of Tianyan, the erosion has stopped spreading, and there is even a slight trend of improvement.

But it was only suppression. How could one completely eliminate this erosion in the body...

Among all the people he had met, whether it was Lian Chi, the demon, or even Lu Qingshan, no one had given a perfect answer.

"It's fine. Why are you asking this?"

A woman's voice came from afar.

"Do you remember when I asked you to help me? There is a good place that I and my disciple recently discovered. I am sure there are treasures inside. There is only one last step to delay us."

"If you and Lu Caiwei can't handle it together, then how can I help?"

Xia Anmeng whispered, "It's not as difficult as you think. There is a Taoist magic formation at the end of that place. I have studied it thoroughly, but it takes two parties to break the formation at the same time."

It sounds not difficult, but Ye Wuyou doesn’t understand why such a good thing should be delayed?
"Have you ever tried looking for someone else?" he asked.

Xia Anmeng's voice was neither humble nor arrogant, but calm and steady.

"I have seen countless people and I think you are the most suitable."

Ye Wuyou smiled, it is true that gold shines wherever it goes...bullshit.

"Senior, can you be more sincere?"

"Well, my disciple can't make friends, and that place is special. It is the tomb of the sages of the past dynasties in Jixia Academy..."

Hey hey hey, stop for a moment.

It seems that you went to Jixia Academy not to learn alchemy, but to rob tombs?

As if sensing Ye Wuyou's doubts, Xia Anmeng explained silently.

"It's not what you think. We didn't touch the tomb. There is just a passage underneath. The rest of the dangers have been resolved within the past half month."

Xia Anmeng paused, then whispered.

"You'll be interested. There's a corpse at the end of the passage. It's a woman who's been dead for a long time but her body is still intact. And she's very beautiful..."

No, it's already outrageous that the body is not decayed, and I don't think I would be interested in the corpse of a very beautiful woman.

"Don't think too much about it. This is not the point. What's important is that she once had the same weirdness as you, but she died here, and the weirdness on her body disappeared without a trace." "Some of the things she left behind may be able to help you."

Ye Wuyou stopped and interrupted.

"Senior Xia, I don't think you can make accurate judgments when it comes to strange things. Are you so sure that the strange thing has disappeared?"

Don't joke, although Xia Anmeng has an extraordinary understanding of the weird, she can't see through the existence of "ghosts".

Xia Anmeng's words were firm and she said seriously.

"I'm sure because she was my former opponent. I'm the only one who knows the weirdness she possesses, besides herself."

"What is it?"

"Backtracking."

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In the imperial city, the young man in purple robe walked alone to a wooden house located in a remote bamboo forest. The old man who was protecting him was not beside him.

He was not aware that his protector had been assigned other matters by the sect, but he did not care at all.

Because he is dying.

Under the purple robe was a body that no longer resembled a human.

Daxuan only had one of the Twelve Shinto Pillars, and he was unable to comprehend the Shinto arts on it.

Coming to this frontier Da Yan now is his last attempt.

If he doesn't learn Shinto techniques, he won't live more than a month.

But he still looked relaxed and walked slowly towards the wooden house until he reached the door.

The young man in purple robe stretched out his hand as if to knock on the door, but a calm voice came from inside the house.

"I know why you're here. If you want to see the Twelve Shinto Pillars, you can go now."

But he still pushed the door open.

The purple-robed young man looked at Lu Qingshan, who was sitting at the desk reading a book, and smiled casually.

"Senior Lu, I heard that you can see into the future. Can you help me calculate when I will die?"

Lu Qingshan did not take his eyes off the book, he just spoke calmly.

"Tian Yan can see the secrets of heaven, but fate is determined by oneself. It is meaningless to deduce life and death."

The purple-robed young man uttered an "oh" and seemed to be thinking about something.

He looked at Lu Qingshan, who never raised his eyes, and narrowed his eyes again, trying to see the shadow behind him clearly.

Lu Qingshan frowned slightly.

The young man's voice came.

"Senior Lu, what exactly is the existence that you control?"

Lu Qingshan ignored it.

But the young man in purple robe suddenly took action.

"Senior, if you didn't tell me, I would have seen it myself."

There was a arrogant smile in the young man's eyes that showed he was not afraid of life or death.

The shadow behind Lu Qingshan looked at the other party.

The two sides looked at each other.

“So that’s how it is…” the young man murmured.

The next second, the life force in the young man's eyes disappeared, and his purple robe and body began to shatter into pieces.

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Still in the bamboo forest, outside the wooden house.

The young man in purple robe stretched out his hand as if to knock on the door, but a calm voice came from inside the room.

"I know why you're here. If you want to see the Twelve Shinto Pillars, you can go now."

The young man showed a knowing smile in his eyes, and turned and left without replying.

I will take a day off tomorrow. This is the first time I will take a day off for this book.

I have not slept for two days, but my mind is not sleepy. There are only two possibilities for this situation. Either I have become an immortal, or I am about to die.

In addition, the condition is not good, and I need to adjust for a day.

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(End of this chapter)