My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 149 It is a matter of life and death

Inside the previous hall.

"I have finished relaying my words... The demon clan is free to kill anyone, and we will certainly not stand idly by and watch the demon clan cause harm."

"Your Majesty, how about you think this over carefully with Lord Lu?"

"No matter what grudges there were before, Daxuan and your country are not enemies after all."

The grey-robed old man finished speaking, lowered his eyes and no longer looked at the other two people, but stood up respectfully and left.

Only Emperor Yuan and his fellow apprentice Lu Qingshan were left here. Even the old eunuch who seemed to be in the sixth realm had been sent away.

Inside the exquisite little building, no one spoke at the first moment, and the air was filled with silence.

The emperor, who had just set foot in this imperial city more than 30 years ago, had a dignified look on his face as the figures dispersed, and a different light flashed in his eyes.

At the beginning, he practiced with the master together with Lu Qingshan. Lu Qingshan was the senior brother and they practiced magic.

He was still young at that time, a prince of noble status but with a bad temper. He did not need to care about cultivation, but instead studied military tactics.

In addition, there is another person... who practices martial arts, or in other words, the most simple and unpretentious martial arts.

The three of them were young at that time and did not care about the difference in status and became good friends with each other.

After an unknown amount of time, the Emperor Yuan, who was sitting on the main seat, gently poured himself a cup of tea, drank it in one gulp, and said as if he didn't care.

"Brother, is what he said true?"

"What's going on with you...exactly?"

Lu Qingshan, who had remained silent the whole time, turned his head slightly at this moment, and looked upwards calmly, looking at his junior brother whom he had known for many years.

His voice was steady and his expression was calm.

"Are you afraid?"

The usually dignified face of Emperor Yuan now revealed an expression of astonishment.

He was stunned for a moment, but then he slammed the table, his eyes revealing undisguised anger.

"Why would I be afraid? I was alone with only eighty riders around me and I was not afraid. What should I be afraid of?"

No one knows how much pressure a former border vassal king was under decades ago, and how he made the decision in a moment of thought to rise up in arms in the face of the powerful sects at the time and his nephew who was still on the throne and had several times or even ten times more military strength than himself.

Although Lu Qingshan later gave him advice, war is war, and wisdom and strategy are always only a part of it. No matter how good a strategy is, it still needs to be implemented personally, and you can't just sit back and watch the storm happen by talking.

Legions of tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands or even millions of people fought and marched thousands of miles, many of which were commanded personally by the Yuan Emperor, who now holds a high position.

That was not a secular army, but a military formation formed by practitioners.

Everyone said that it was the battle between Lu Qingshan and the Sword Sect's leader at the foot of the Sword Sect Mountain that shattered the fantasy of the coalition forces, but that was not the case.

In the real final decisive battle, he personally sat on the command platform and commanded for seven days and seven nights before he won the final victory. Only then did the Sword Sect have the seemingly desperate duel that has been passed down for a long time, but in fact it was just a lot of noise but little results.

If there is no real bloodshed, who would talk to you?
However, even though he faced an army dozens of times larger than his own, and even though his army was falling apart when he was at his most desperate, and he was defeated with only eighty cavalrymen by his side, he never felt afraid, and at most felt resentment and annoyance in his heart. But why is it now...

There was a complexity in Emperor Yuan's eyes, as if he had thought of something. He leaned back slightly, looked at the exquisite carvings in the building, and said softly.

"Yes, I am afraid. Let me tell you what I am afraid of."

"I am afraid that you, my senior brother who has been with me for almost my entire life, will die."

A barely perceptible smile finally appeared on Lu Qingshan's silent face. He shook his head gently and then nodded, seeming to deny, but also to confirm.

His eyes were not looking at his junior fellow apprentice, but at the open door. Outside the door was a beautiful scenery of spring flowers in full bloom.

But he seemed not to be looking at the scenery blooming in the New Year, but to be looking into the distance, looking even further away.

Tianyan can deduce the mysteries of heaven.

But how far can Tianyan see?
Lu Qingshan withdrew his gaze and spoke in a gentle tone.

"Do you believe me?"

"letter."

"I had anticipated this, it's fine as it was at the beginning."

Emperor Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes were filled with majesty and confidence, just as before.

Yes, as long as I am with my senior brother, what can't be solved?

Rumble…

There was a sudden dull thunder outside the door.

It was spring, and the clear sky suddenly darkened. First, fine raindrops like threads drifted gently in the wind, and then turned into bean-sized raindrops, and then into heavy rain. There were bursts of thunder, and it was still cold despite the warm spring weather.

A burst of rain that prompts the flowers to bloom, and a few thunders that awaken the insects.

"It's thundering... By the way, today is the Waking of Insects." Emperor Yuan, who was sitting on the main seat, looked out the window with his eyes slightly scattered.

There was constant thunder.

But then, Emperor Yuan discovered something was wrong.

The thunder did not seem to come from the sky.

He suddenly stood up and looked down at his feet, at the ground that was shaking very slightly.

"It's Luo He." Lu Qingshan said calmly.

The Luo River was formed by the confluence of the Luo River, absorbing the magical charm of great monks with supernatural powers from generation to generation in the land of Dayan after their death, for future generations to comprehend.

No one knows where the Luo River came from, but it has existed since ancient times. At first, people were puzzled and afraid of this somewhat strange thing, because the Luo River is not a river flowing in the mortal world, but came suddenly from the earth veins.

When the practitioners got close, they could even feel the souls of the deceased people inside. They thought that these were evil things emerging from the underworld that should not exist. They were so scared that they attacked frantically, but they could not hurt the souls of the dead people at all.

But later it was discovered that the Luo River was not harmful at all. Instead, it was like a big tree in the land of Fuze Dayan. The fallen leaves on it became a yinze for future generations to comprehend. Emperor Yuan nodded at first, but then frowned.

"How could it be so fast? Wasn't this the timing we calculated earlier?"

"This time, Luo River arrives ahead of schedule." Lu Qingshan said, as if he had expected it.

In February, thunder awakens the world and the Yellow Dragon connects to the earth.

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Luo He arrived in a hurry. The project, which was originally scheduled to start in about half a month, now only had about three days left.

So many things were rushed.

But no matter how urgent it is, some traditional customs are inevitable.

"Fang Ning from the Dao sect, please teach me."

At this moment, a large area was divided within the imperial city. Below the stage, countless practitioners were fighting passionately accompanied by cheers. On the stage were the remaining major sects and forces in Dayan. It was a rare gathering with people from the imperial dynasty in the past ten years.

Is this a tradition?
Ye Wuyou thought that perhaps it was because in countless stories throughout history, before a certain opportunity came, there would always be a group of geniuses showing off their prowess on the stage and demonstrating their magical powers for a certain spot.

I once yearned for it, too.

But now, when he was sitting on the high platform with Lu Qingshan, watching the wonderful fight below with all the mysterious moves and magical powers, and listening to the cheers and applause from all around, he inexplicably could not feel any excitement in his heart.

Was it because he was directly admitted without having to compete? Was he the evil relative in people's eyes?

Or is there some other reason...

Ye Wuyou felt a little strange. His previous self was clearly very excited watching the S28 held by Riot, although in the end he was defeated by a genius in his forties who defeated four players in the single game.

Perhaps it is the hardships of time that have made my temperament indifferent?
That’s not the case. It’s only been a few months, maybe half a year.

It’s boring. So boring.

[Oh, it's so boring. The bunch of ants jumping around below really make people feel disgusted at the sight. The fighting is already inferior, and this kind of fight without a life-and-death stakes is even more boring. You just feel that the foolish cheers are noisy, like a joke.]

[How can a group of crude and shallow mortals understand the profound meaning of what is given and taken away by the heaven?]

[There is a deep meaning behind what God gives and takes away, how can we, the ignorant, understand it?]

Hmm, the dog is barking next to you again. Well, if you have some culture, you can even talk about it with the heavens.

Should I tell Lu Qingshan some things, such as the flashbacks of the man in purple robe... But how can I explain my problem in this way?

Should I go and ask Lu Qingshan whether he was really as deeply corroded as Xu Qingyuan said?

Although Lu Qingshan looked normal and didn't seem to be deeply eroded, didn't the other party also say that some weird things could erode a person's mind?
Of course, my mind will not be disturbed by anything, after all, there is a narration.

But whether you ask or not, what is the answer and what can you do?

He turned his head slightly and looked towards Lu Qingshan, and happened to meet the latter's warm gaze.

"Wuyou, I see you are uneasy, what are you thinking about?"

Oh, Master asked me a question?

He spoke with a natural look.

"Master, aren't you bored?"

"boring?"

Lu Qingshan shook his head. "When I was your age, I was full of youth and vigor. I felt that everything I encountered during my practice was extremely new and exciting. How could I feel bored?"

He was looking at Ye Wuyou at this moment, with a hint of doubt in his tone.

"Wuyou, you have just started practicing, and this is the first time you have seen such a scene. Aren't you excited?"

……

Ye Wuyou withdrew his gaze and did not look at Lu Qingshan again.

For a moment he didn't know how to respond.

Really? Should I be excited now?
The fight offstage has come to an end.

Zhou Xuanyuan, the Sword Sect leader who had once declared that he was not worthy to be Fang Ning's opponent since he could not reach the capital, finally defeated Fang Ning.

The two men smiled and bowed, obviously gaining a lot.

It was just a competition of sparring nature, there was no hatred involved, so naturally there would be no confrontation or fight to the death.

But at this moment, Zhou Xuanyuan, who was still standing on the stage, glanced around lightly, then bowed towards the stage with grace and spoke loudly.

"Senior Lu, could I ask Brother Ye to come down and teach me a lesson?"

Lu Qingshan was not surprised and nodded with a chuckle.

"Of course it's possible."

Then, Lu Qingshan looked at Ye Wuyou.

The latter thought about it, then stood up silently.

Lu Qingshan's words came from the side.

"Wuyou, it's just a sparring match, don't hurt anyone."

Ye Wuyou nodded, and then without displaying any special skills, he just walked into the venue step by step along the stairs.

The narrator's words echoed in my mind.

[Today we will decide who wins and who loses, and whether or not we live or die]

(End of this chapter)