My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 152: Just a Thought
Xu Qingyuan leaned lazily on the recliner. The maid behind him lowered her head and pressed her small hand carefully on his forehead.

As his nominal protector, the old man in gray robe walked into the room at some point, glanced at the maid, and she turned and left.

A hand was stretched out, but was grabbed by Xu Qingyuan and stayed.

Mr. Song was silent, "I have something to tell you."

Xu Qingyuan didn't even raise his head or open his eyes. "Go ahead."

"Please let her leave, this is the Sect Master..."

Xu Qingyuan finally opened his eyes slightly and glanced at Mr. Song who was standing in front of him.

He grinned and spoke nonchalantly.

"Oh, that old man, what did he bark about? Tell me about it."

Old Song's eyes were startled for a moment, and even the maid behind him, who had her head lowered at the moment, lowered it even more.

The purple-robed young man didn't care.

They say that when a man is about to die his words are good?

Indeed, if you leave this world without any regrets, your heart will naturally be at peace.

When a person is about to die and there is no cure, he will naturally be fearless.

Old Song didn't say anything, but gently handed Xu Qingyuan a treasure bag.

"I didn't see what was inside. The master only said that if you can't comprehend the Heavenly Transformation, then he will give you this brocade bag."

After the old man walked away, Xu Qingyuan finally picked up the thing.

His desire for life made him open the secret bag.

The writing inside was densely packed, but after just a glance at it, Xu Qingyuan smiled and crushed it.

"I thought there was some way... I've tried it a long time ago."

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On the last day before the Luo River began to flow, he and Lu Qingshan came to a place.

The dark blue and ancient stone surface was covered with cracks, and even the faintly carved words on it appeared extremely blurry. It was not tall, nor was it shocking. It was just an ordinary stone pillar standing on the ground.

This was the first time Ye Wuyou saw the true appearance of the Twelve Shinto Pillars.

If Lu Qingshan had not told him in advance that this was placed in the mountains, Ye Wuyou would never have thought that this was the so-called Twelve Divine Pillars.

But why is he here too?

Xu Qingyuan slowly woke up from his cross-legged meditation and looked towards Ye Wuyou.

He has been here for a long time.

Since coming to Dayan, I basically stay under the Shinto pillar every day.

But if you don’t know the method of Tianyan, you just don’t know it.

So Xu Qingyuan is now very curious whether the other party can learn it?
It's impossible to think about it.

After all, Xu Qingyuan could see that the other party’s aptitude and talent were not as good as his, and his cultivation level was not as good as his. He himself could not comprehend it, so how could he learn it?

His gaze at this moment did not move at all, staring at Ye Wuyou.

After a moment, a smile appeared on Xu Qingyuan's gloomy face.

As expected, as expected.

In his sight, Ye Wuyou had been staring at the stone pillar for a while, but there was no reaction at all.

He even heard Ye Wuyou's question.

"Lu Qingshan, is this really a Shinto pillar? Why can't I understand the words on it?"

"It is indeed a Shinto pillar... The text on it is an ancient monument, and it is indeed difficult to understand with your current level."

Xu Qingyuan almost laughed out loud.

Long before coming to Dayan, he had studied the ancient text on the stone pillar. Although he was not able to fully master it, he had understood a lot of it. Combined with his unremitting contemplation over the past half month, he could more or less understand its meaning.

This guy can't even recognize all the characters, yet he dares to comprehend Tian Yan?
He stared for a long time.

Even Ye Wuyou felt a little uncomfortable. He turned around and glanced at Xu Qingyuan, then withdrew his gaze with a strange expression.

He really couldn't comprehend the profound meaning contained in the Shinto pillar, and didn't gain anything from it.

It seems that it was the right choice for me to use the "Wuxiang Heart Sutra" to learn Tianyan.

If you really come here to comprehend Shinto techniques, you are waiting for death.

How to understand it?
Ye Wuyou didn’t know.

It doesn’t matter. If you are undecided, you can ask Tianyan.

He spread out his hands, and a little black man appeared in his palms and kowtowed gently.

Using the method of Tianyan to deduce: How to understand Tianyan?

A buzzing sound rang in his ears, and pictures popped up one after another in Ye Wuyou's mind.

His eyes gradually became dazed, but his whole mind was focused on it.

"impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!" Xu Qingyuan looked stunned, but he jumped up from the ground, his breathing suddenly becoming extremely rapid.

He stared at Ye Wuyou with wide eyes, but his hands exposed from his sleeves were shaking slightly uncontrollably because of his fluctuating emotions.

His heart was filled with mixed emotions, and what Ye Wuyou saw at this moment was undoubtedly like rubbing salt into his wounds.

Xu Qingyuan thinks that Ye Wuyou is very similar to him, with the same identity, similar age, and the same predicament.

Things are different now.

It's like two drowning people in a pond, one is still struggling, and the other one suddenly yells while struggling.

“I can swim now!”

Lu Qingshan stood not far away and glanced around casually.

Xu Qingyuan finally stopped moving, remained silent for a long time, and turned and left.

Ye Wuyou was still sitting on the ground, his eyes dull, but a magnificent picture unfolded in his mind.

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Surrounded by clouds and mist, and towering mountains, stone pillars carved from white jade rise from beneath the clouds to support the sky, transforming into several stone arches filled with fairy air.

Behind this white jade passage is a sect that is even larger than the Great Yan Imperial City. Half of it is located in the mountains, and the other half is suspended in the air.

Countless figures came and went in it, sword lights flashed, and some people walked with their hands behind their backs and flew on swords.

A woman in colorful clothes fluttered in the air, walking on red silk and satin, flying across the sky.

Walking on clouds, riding cranes, riding the wind, flying swords...

A picture completely different from what he had imagined appeared in Ye Wuyou's eyes. He felt it was absurd for a moment, but at the same time he felt it was very reasonable.

Compared to practitioners, these people seem to have a more appropriate name...

Immortal.

The scene changes again...

He saw two groups of people fighting for some shiny stones. Their methods were more powerful than those of these so-called practitioners. A wave of their hands was equivalent to the great supernatural powers of the fourth realm.

He saw someone attaining enlightenment on the top of the mountain, and an invisible aura was floating up from that person, drifting towards the sky.

And then……

He saw the rotation of the sun, moon, stars and rivers, and saw more and more immortals?

Batch after batch, their lifespans seem to be very long, hundreds of years, thousands of years, tens of thousands of years... even immortality.

You must know that in Ye Wuyou's knowledge, the lifespan of a great supernatural power in the middle three realms is no more than five hundred years, at most a thousand years. If it is in the upper three realms, perhaps it can be longer?
But it is definitely not as long as ten thousand years...

But these "immortals" seem to have longer lifespans than each other.

"I want to live forever!" "The purpose of cultivation is to live forever!"

Gradually, this seemed to become a kind of consensus among these people...

Ye Wuyou felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

His mind moved slightly, and the next moment it fell on one of them.

That was the person whose aura he felt was the most powerful.

He was an immortal with extraordinary elegance and grace. His expression was calm, as if he had just achieved immortality and was already immortal. Countless people congratulated him.

Behind him stood many beautiful women, all with joyful looks on their faces.

If it were a story, it would often end here.

But life and reality don’t.

The people who accompanied him grew old one after another, and the world changed dramatically, with the passage of time.

The majestic white jade door collapsed, and the immortal was still standing there, but everything before him had changed.

He looked mad.

What is the meaning of a person’s longevity?
Finally, cracks seemed to appear in the sky, and then the sky revealed a face full of pain.

It seemed as if some substance between heaven and earth was stripped away, although those things were no longer as abundant as they were at the beginning as the number of immortals increased.

One after another, the so-called immortals fell from the sky, and the banished immortals fell like rain.

Countless auras that Ye Wuyou was familiar with spread out from the broken sky and fell all over the world.

That's the wreckage of the avenue.

Ye Wuyou opened his eyes, and for some reason, most of the corrosion on his body had dissipated.

The dark blue erosion seemed to have only reached his chest, and the rest of his body had returned to normal.

Good.

But Ye Wuyou's mind didn't seem to be here at the moment. He spoke blankly, as if asking, or as if talking to himself.

"Master, what is the purpose of cultivation? To achieve immortality?"

"How could that be? Cultivation is only for the purpose of enlightenment."

(End of this chapter)