My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 156 The Emperor's Uncle's Daughter
Hanyue stood there, with a look of confusion on his face.

She didn't know why she came here.

There is clearly nothing around.

Ye Wuyou could not be seen in her sight.

There is an invisible barrier between the living and the dead.

The living can see them, but cannot touch them; they are just irrelevant spectators.

Although the young man next to him looked extraordinary, the look in his eyes was extremely dull, and he just followed Han Yue silently.

It was as if he would accompany her wherever she went.

Ye Wuyou looked at this scene and seemed to recall Han Yue’s words.

That man is her former Taoist partner?
A twenty-six-year-old fifth-level swordsman, his talent might be only slightly inferior to Lu Caiwei, but Lu Caiwei also has Xia Anmeng's help.

However, this swordsman died at the hands of Lu Qingshan.

But now, the Fairy Hanyue, who had been killed by him, seemed to still have some consciousness in her eyes.

That man was like a puppet.

Is it because of the time of death?
Han Yue died not long ago, but the man had been dead for decades.

The spirit and soul are in harmony with the sword and the zither.

This is one of the Dharma images that Ye Wuyou has mastered. When he saw Han Yue performing it before, he felt that this Dharma image was extraordinary.

Unfortunately, the opponent was too weak and had to mobilize the two Dharma images with his own strength.

As for how to comprehend.

A thought came to my mind.

The scene before him seemed to have changed in some way, and a sense of separation arose in Ye Wuyou's heart.

Dense figures emerged from the fog, but their faces could not be seen clearly.

These human figures are even more illusory. They are not the existence of dead people like Hanyue, but more like the evolution of power in the Luo River.

The next moment, the dull-looking male swordsman's eyes suddenly became brighter for no reason, but when he looked to the side, he saw Han Yue who was following closely beside him.

The scene in front of her made Han Yue's expression change slightly, but soon, she stood in front of the male swordsman, stretched out her illusory hand, and grabbed the man tightly.

"They are coming again. It's okay, it's okay. I'm here!" The woman's voice was trembling, but her expression was extremely firm.

Ye Wuyou had a strange look on his face, because it was clearly him that Han Yue grabbed.

Now he has become a swordsman standing next to Hanyue.

Fortunately, I didn’t turn into Hanyue… I would feel guilty if I did that.

His hands moved unconsciously, and Ye Wuyou just felt that he should do this.

The sword shadow behind him went from illusory to solid in an instant.

Is this the way to comprehend the Dharma?
The sword shadows condensed and then split into thousands, and sword rain began to fall from the sky.

The sound of the piano was like waves, an invisible force was spreading, and the densely packed army collapsed and disintegrated in an instant.

There was enlightenment in Ye Wuyou's eyes.

Is this the past?

But in the past, the swordsman's final outcome was death.

Until a more illusory figure appeared in front of the two of them, a strong desire to fight suddenly emerged in Ye Wuyou's heart. This desire to fight came from the sword cultivator, not him.

But Han Yue, who seemed to still have some consciousness, began to tremble.

Ye Wuyou saw Han Yue pulling his arm tightly, trying to take him away.

But the fighting spirit in his heart became stronger and stronger, and the sword shadows behind him became more and more distinct.

Ye Wuyou also wanted to test the limits of this Dharma image.

next moment.

Ye Wuyou looked stunned.

The male swordsman, who should have been full of fighting spirit and wanted to experience the limits of his Dharma, suddenly relaxed for no reason, and the fighting spirit that was boiling in his heart disappeared in an instant.

In an instant, Ye Wuyou's connection with the man was severed.

The thousands of sword shadows behind him suddenly disappeared, and then the man gently bent down, picked up the surprised person beside him, and fled without looking back.

Ye Wuyou stood outside the mist, stunned for a long time, and then watched them leave. The male swordsman obviously had a final killing move in his hand that had not evolved yet. Ye Wuyou felt a little regretful, but he also felt that this was not unacceptable.

He thought so.

But perhaps after some years, as time goes by, Hanyue here will become insane and lose everything just like the other relics.

But now, they really seem to be like the fairy couple mentioned in the world.

His comprehension of the soul and spirit Dharma that he possessed, the Harmony of the Qin and the Sword, had reached a new level, and he at least knew the changes in the opponent's moves.

However, his strangeness and suspicion towards Luo He grew deeper and deeper.

Leaving a trace of human soul behind in the Luo River, is this really a blessing for future generations?
It's like a cage of endless years.

The fog could not block Ye Wuyou's gaze. Compared to other people who needed to quietly search for the Dharma that suited them in the fog, Ye Wuyou could choose freely.

Although the scenery within the Luo River has nothing to do with reality, the scenery here is very unique.

The mountains, flowing water, falling petals, and lush green forests make it like a paradise.

The remaining spirits did not fight with each other, nor did they have any consciousness. Most of them stood somewhere like a fool.

Along the way, he saw many, many survivors, most of whom had no consciousness at all.

The image behind some people is an enormous giant in golden armor.

The image behind some people is a short and extremely illusory figure.

There are also people whose Dharma images are... pots, pans, and bowls? This is really bizarre.

But most of them are nothing more than the following types.

Knives, guns, sticks and clubs.

Dragon, snake, tiger and phoenix.

The magical powers contained are different.

The Dharma image that Ye Wuyou saw and felt most strongly was, apart from the shadow of the male swordsman with the zither and sword, another old man with the Dharma image of a dragon and snake.

The old man closed his eyes and stood as still as a pine tree, standing on the cliff.

Ye Wuyou stopped and looked at the remaining soul of the old man in front of him who had the demeanor of a master. He felt that he could choose this person to comprehend.

Ye Wuyou didn’t know what his Dharma image would be in the future. After all, what he had cultivated was extremely diverse. Although they were all first-rate magical skills, they did not form a system.

You thought I was a swordsman, but actually I was using sword moves.

You thought I was using sword skills, but I actually know illusion...

He felt that there was no need to be too particular about the Dharmakaya. As long as it did not condense into a barren form in the future, Ye Wuyou could accept the rest.

Ye Wuyou's mind was slightly focused, and he wanted to comprehend the old man's Dharma appearance.

But the scene before him was extremely unexpected.

The old man with his eyes closed, who had been standing there like a rock, suddenly opened his eyes and stared somewhere.

A flash of cold light arrives first.

Then the gun came out like a dragon.

The heroic female general, wearing armor and holding a spear, was nailed to the ground in front of the old man.

The woman raised her eyebrows, pointed towards the mountain below, and said nothing.

But her meaning was clearly expressed.

roll.

The old man shook his head slightly with disdain.

Then he jumped off the cliff.

Ye Wuyou looked confused.

After doing all this, the woman sat leisurely on the cliff, her legs swinging gently, with the red tasseled spear standing horizontally beside her.

She took out a book from somewhere and began to read it with full concentration.

Ye Wuyou narrowed his eyes slightly and saw the words on it very clearly.

That's a book about the emperor's uncle.

This chapter won't be long, at most three chapters, just to lay the groundwork, it might be a little bland, and then it's the last copy of the capital.
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