My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 161 The waves are gone, but I am still standing

The black long knife pierced into the flesh, cutting Xu Qingyuan in half.

Ye Wuyou did not exert any force, but the other party smiled and held the blade in his hand, slashing across his body.

Although Ye Wuyou was not used to seeing bloody scenes, his pupils shrank slightly at this moment.

The bones that should be the hardest for a human being are now as fragile as brittle paper.

It’s not that the long sword is sharp, but Xu Qingyuan’s body is as fragile as paper at this moment.

Under the tattered purple robe was a dark and rotten body, which seemed like it would crack and turn into dust if it was shaken even slightly.

The fight lasted only a moment, and the sounds of conversation in the hall seemed to stop, probably because they discovered something unusual.

But Ye Wuyou knew that all this was meaningless.

【Backtrack】

All traces disappeared.

When he came to his senses again, he was still standing in front of the stairs, and the purple-robed figure was sitting on the ground with a crazy smile.

The dark blue color had already passed Xu Qingyuan's neck and faintly floated onto the face that showed the most fearless smile.

The Qi condenses silently.

Xu Qingyuan stretched out his hands, as if he wanted to display his magical powers.

But the next moment, those already rotten hands were cut off by a knife.

The broken arm fell down the stairs. It was clearly a human arm, but the moment it touched the ground, it shattered into pieces of dry flesh.

Ye Wuyou took a deep breath and did not repeatedly explain anything to the people around him. Instead, he held a knife in one hand and placed it around the other person's neck.

He failed to cut it off, and he didn't want to cut it off.

He had witnessed many strange things and knew that each of these so-called remains of the Great Dao possessed terrifying and unstoppable power.

The silence of the mute girl, the inability of the footless man, the child's judgment of truth and falsehood, the adaptation of the blue demon, and Lu Qingshan's [death]?
But none has ever been as vexing as Retrospect.

As long as Xu Qingyuan doesn't want to die, it is almost impossible for anyone to kill him.

"What do you want to do?"

Ye Wuyou's words only made the other person's face become more distorted.

Xu Qingyuan lay on his back on the ground, not even looking at Ye Wuyou in front of him.

He just spoke to himself, his tone was high, but his words were extremely strange.

"What am I doing? Look at my body right now? What do you think I'm doing?"

With his two broken arms supporting himself on the steps, Xu Qingyuan leaned forward slightly, allowing the blade to cut into his neck bit by bit, and let out a dry and hoarse voice.

The voice was extremely sarcastic.

"You guys, do you still think that everything has to happen for a reason, and that there must be a purpose behind all the schemes?

That's right, after all, you are still alive in this world, and it is always difficult for you to escape from your ugly thoughts. You don't understand what a guy like me who is always terrified and struggling at the bottom is thinking. "

Bottom?

Are the disciples of Baiyun Temple of the three great sects of Daxuan also considered to be at the bottom? How ridiculous.

Xu Qingyuan spoke slowly in a melodious voice.

“I’m about to die, what do you think I want to do?
Do you still want to talk to me about interests, the future, morality, and human nature?"

There was only rotten flesh left on his neck, and the black flesh on his broken arms was peeling off bit by bit. The wide purple robe was cut into pieces by the aura that was always emanating from Ye Wuyou's blade, revealing his inhumanly ugly body.

But at this moment, Xu Qingyuan still raised his head, and his aura gradually rose bit by bit. The distorted expression on his face disappeared, and instead turned into incomparable tranquility.

He spoke calmly.

"Life is a time to enjoy life. In the past, I was always constrained by various identities and could not be myself for a long time. But now I feel more relaxed and happy than ever before, so I can do whatever I want."

"What do you think, Brother Ye?"

Ye Wuyou, who had been looking at him coldly all the time, finally showed a ripple in his eyes at this moment.

Yes, I was foolish before. I actually thought that the other party had some intentions. I even kept thinking about what the other party wanted and believed that everyone had a purpose for everything.

Ye Wuyou finally understood the unknown feeling of familiarity he had felt before. It was really familiar.

This guy, at the moment, doesn't care about anything and only wants to blow himself up.

At this moment, a smile appeared on Ye Wuyou's lips, and his words, along with the blade, reached Xu Qingyuan's ears.

"I hate people like you who want to blow themselves up whenever they are about to die. There is no point in talking to them."

Xu Qingyuan's eyes lit up and he wanted to speak.

But as the blade passed by, the Qi exploded directly, and the wind and thunder of the sword turned into a terrifying Qi vortex, and the strands turned into sharp blades.

The opponent's head and body were directly blown into powder.

Ye Wuyou's eyes were calm, and he explained something in detail to the two people who were surprised beside him.

If nothing unexpected happens, this guy will go back in time again.

It doesn’t matter. [Backtracking] also has its limits. How many times can Xu Qingyuan use it?
It is said that when the weirdness consumes a person completely, unprecedented power will erupt, but... that is just [backtracking] and is not dangerous at all.

The worst-case scenario is that everything starts all over again, right?
Come to think of it, Xu Qingyuan is obviously a genius of the upper sect and a cultivator of the fourth realm, but why do I feel that he is so weak?

His fighting power is even inferior to Zhou Xuanyuan... perhaps he can only be compared to Bai Changzai?

A figure walked out of the hall, followed by a second figure, and a third figure...

The grey-robed old man looked shocked, the Dao Sect elder looked thoughtful, and the Sword Sect elder looked bewildered. Lu Qingshan frowned slightly, but his eyes showed a thoughtful look.

The voice of accountability came with a strong pressure, but was stopped by Lu Qingshan's wave of his hand the next moment.

Ye Wuyou didn't care about other people's opinions. He glanced around and took in everything around him.

Sure enough, that familiar feeling is coming again.

【Backtrack】

Just at the last moment before looking back, Ye Wuyou glanced, well, there is also that maid...

The skinny maidservant with a slender figure was curled up in a corner at the moment and did not notice the other person for a moment.

At this moment, the maid lowered her head, and her body seemed to be shaking slightly because of fear.

But Ye Wuyou noticed something unusual.

At this moment, the maidservant Pojiao quietly and carefully raised her head and glanced at the corpse that had turned into minced meat.

There was an unusual brightness flashing in the eyes hidden by the messy hair, and his silver teeth were clenched tightly, suppressing some emotion.

It seems that it is not because of fear...

A faint sense of doubt arose in Ye Wuyou's heart.

But I couldn't think any further.

The next moment, everything went back to normal.

The scene changed in an instant.

No longer in front of the hall, no longer on the steps.

In the garden pavilions and by the lake in the breeze, ripples are rising.

But it was the time when Xu Qingyuan and Ye Wuyou had a private conversation before.

The purple-robed young man sat quietly at the table with a calm expression.

Looking towards the lake, facing the knife blade that was approaching so close, Xu Qingyuan did not dodge or evade, but spoke softly.

"Brother Ye, you really can understand me. After all, you and I both have strange things in our bodies, and we are the same kind of people."

It was still that extremely sharp sword move.

Ye Wuyou shook his head slightly, with a strange look on his face.

"Don't compare me with you. Even if I am eaten up by Weirdos one day, I will be the one who deserves death. I will not implicate others like you have done."

Xu Qingyuan's body turned into powder, but the scene flashed and everything returned to normal.

"Ye Wuyou, I am telling the truth. If you and I had known each other earlier, I wouldn't have to endure this endless pain of recalling things alone."

"In the early years, we should have been able to become best friends. Even if you don't have any cultivation level, I can still help you solve all problems."

Before he finished speaking, Xu Qingyuan's figure shattered again.

Ye Wuyou held the soul with the tip of his knife and chuckled.

"What nonsense are you talking about? You have so many twisted theories, but you think you can disturb me with just a little dog barking? You don't even know how many dogs bark I hear every day."

There was silence for a moment.

Ye Wuyou looked indifferent, as if he had thought of something. There was pity in his eyes, and he spoke in a heavy voice.

"Why do you feel so miserable and wronged? If it weren't for this [Recall], your cultivation would have long since turned into dry bones in a grave, without even having the chance to suffer."

Xu Qingyuan's eyes were stunned, and his emotions, which had originally calmed down, began to change again.

Invisible ripples suddenly emanated from the soul.

Ye Wuyou's gaze focused for an instant, his right eyeball twitched slightly, but then he closed his eye.

He saw the wreckage of the road belonging to Xu Qingyuan.

Xu Qingyuan showed regret on his face, and then spoke with a sense of loss.

"This is the last time."

"Ye Wuyou, I told you that you will go on the road with me."

"Why don't you accompany me and see what the limit of backtracking is?"

The willow branches swaying in the wind suddenly stopped moving. The sparrow that jumped out of the branches spread its wings but stopped in mid-air.

The wind stopped and the lake was calm.

There is only the sound of words floating around here.

Ye Wuyou's figure seemed to be frozen in place.

Time seems to stand still.

Amid the silence of heaven and earth, there was a sudden and crisp chirping of cicadas.

But in this silent world and still time, besides the chirping of cicadas, there is another sound.

The voice was extremely disdainful.

[It's just a piece of debris from the main road. How can a clown like you be compared to me? What's the point of looking back at everything? ]

[You have seen the passage of thousands of years, and the fall of dynasties, and finally become obscure]

[When the waves are gone, only you remain standing]

(End of this chapter)