My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 177 The Way to Death
Mountain city on the border of Dayan.

There are people scattered around in the roadside teahouse.

Two or three shouts were heard from the street.

Waving a fan in front of people and clapping the table conspicuously.

"Ahem, last time we just talked about the National Master's descendant Ye Wuyou, who fought his way all the way from Tianlan City to the capital, and countless disciples from various sects were unable to stop him at all."

"This time, let's tell another story... It was half a month ago, the story of Luo River, which happens once every ten years in Da Yan."

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"It happened so fast. The former Taoist Xu Qingyuan, who had disappeared for half a year and came back to life, chopped off Ye Wuyou's head with one sword."

"Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, beside his confidante, the only descendant of the Great Yan State Master was shattered by the Qi Qi, along with his body..."

"Let's talk about the madman Xu Qingyuan. He chopped from the east to the west of the imperial city, from the west to the south, and then from the south to the north without blinking an eye. He went in and out seven times and was invulnerable to swords and spears..."

"He killed the Taoist priest of Baiyun Temple, killed the envoys from Daxuan who came from afar, and killed the Emperor Yuan and the Crown Prince..."

"Finally, in front of the Golden Palace, he crushed the famous Imperial Master Lu to dust... and left in the dark."

After the old storyteller finished speaking, he took a sip of the cool tea and looked at the silent practitioners in the room with smiling eyes.

Someone questioned.

"He killed so many people without blinking an eye? How is that possible? Doesn't he have eyes to spare?"

The old man's face suddenly fell.

Someone else spoke loudly.

"You fellow, you told us for a month that Ye Wuyou traveled thousands of miles to kill people across the border, but what is that now? He was killed by Xu, what was that, with one knife?"

"Yes, yes. Last time you said that the man surnamed Ye had three heads and eight arms, so he was invulnerable to gods and ghosts. What does that mean now?"

"Why does it sound more and more fake the more I listen? No matter how strong Xu Qingyuan is, can he kill that national master?"

There was a lot of discussion going on, and the teahouse was extremely lively.

What Ye Wuyou is vulnerable, the national teacher Lu Qingshan is just seeking fame, the imperial city is a bunch of good-for-nothings, and Xu Qingyuan is the real genius.

However, these topics only lasted for a while. When the storyteller came on stage again and told the story of the misty rain and powder drama in the martial arts world, everyone's attention was quickly attracted by the beautiful lady in the story...

National affairs, family affairs, martial arts affairs, world affairs, no matter how big the matter is...

In fact, in the eyes of many people, it is nothing more than a lively chat and some emotion after dinner.

There is such a table in the teahouse. No matter how lively the surroundings are, this table is always calm. Everyone just listens quietly without saying a word.

But there was a sound that made a huge noise.

[When you hear the words of these ignorant mortals, you sneer in your heart. What kind of trash is that sickly kid who can be compared with you? ]

[How can this be absurd? How dare this group of crude warriors call you by your name, Emperor Ye Tian? You frowned, and ghostly hands entangled them. They are ready to die! ]

Ye Wuyou, whose face had been changed by magic, sat there quietly, a look of aftertaste on his face and a helpless smile at the corner of his mouth.

There are several portraits of Xu Qingyuan hanging on the walls of the teahouse.

There are not only teahouses, but also shops along the way.

However, the thunder was loud but the rain was small, and the intensity of the pursuit was not strict.

Ye Wuyou looked at the woman sitting opposite him. The woman was wearing a veil, covering half of her beautiful and charming face, which reduced some of the covetous gazes.

Unlike Ye Wuyou, Bai Lu looked quite cautious and looked around from time to time, as if she was afraid of some danger.

Ye Wuyou tapped the table lightly with his fingertips, drawing Bai Lu's attention back, and spoke softly.

"Did you understand the message in the storyteller's words?"

Bai Lu looked confused, tilted his head to think for a moment, then nodded seriously.

"I heard it."

"what?"

"They say that you, Ye Wuyou, are vulnerable, you seek fame and reputation, you are a bunch of good-for-nothings, and you have eight heads and sixteen hands."

[Your eyes flashed coldly, it was just the fox in your arms that dared to mock you, how could it be so vulnerable? There is a good inn 300 meters away from the street, you should have a big fight with it immediately to see who is more vulnerable! ]

Ye Wuyou was silent for a while, finally took a deep breath and said nothing.

It has been half a month since I left Tai'an.

Before this, he and Bai Lu had been walking carefully on the path in the mountains and really didn't care about the subsequent developments of those events.

I can't care.

I heard such a story today.

Is it an exaggeration? Yes, it is a bit exaggerated.

But it is obvious that someone else deliberately described the matter in this way.

The remaining two princes of Dayan are fighting for that seat, and now their brains are out.

And what about Daxuan?

First, he killed the Taoist who replaced Xu Qingyuan, then he lost several people with great magical powers, and finally, it seemed that a group of people came, but they were all killed by Lu Qingshan.

The status of that group of people is high, not low.

Do you want an explanation for dying in your Great Yan Imperial City?

How to give?
Give me a poor quality.

Da Yan cannot take the blame for this.

The two princes, who were so stupid, still had some sense in the end. They gave the same response and cried. The emperor was dead, the imperial master was gone, the imperial city was destroyed, and our newly famous successor to the imperial master was gone too.

Never mind who actually did it.

Anyway, it was all done by Xu Qingyuan now!
By the way, Xu Qingyuan is from your Daxuan.

Right now, I, Dayan, am too embarrassed to go to you for an explanation. So, shouldn’t Daxuan also put the blame on that guy?

Dayan is also a victim!
Obviously, the blame fell on Xu Qingyuan, who appeared out of nowhere.

Ye Wuyou had a lot of thoughts in his mind. Considering the portraits of "himself" hanging everywhere on the road, he was very careful for a long time, but he didn't encounter any decent pursuit in Dayan. He finally figured out one thing.

Dayan didn't even think about dealing with "Xu Qingyuan".

For the sect, Xu Qingyuan helped them deal with the emperor and Lu Qingshan.

As for the remaining princes who cried and said they wanted to avenge their father...

Forget it, they have to become "Father Emperor" themselves before they can consider the future.

As for what was happening in Daxuan, Ye Wuyou had no idea what was going on in the other country for the time being, but he thought it would not be too peaceful.

After collecting his thoughts, Ye Wuyou looked calm, without too many complicated emotions in his eyes.

Fortunately.

At least all this was done by "Xu Qingyuan".

Although now others know me as Xu Qingyuan.

But as long as he finds that "weirdness" and changes his identity back, he will be Ye Wuyou.

As for how to change it back, you have to obtain the "weirdness" first.

The little black man under the table gathered in his hands and bowed gently.

Seven days.

Seven layers of heaven.

There was a fleeting hint of complexity in Ye Wuyou's eyes, but soon, the picture became clear in his eyes.

He has deduced this picture many times.

It was a mountain gate, a not that big sect.

Ye Wuyou could see the words on the stone tablet at the entrance of the mountain.

Return to Yuanzong.

There is a small word at the end, Xuan.

This is somewhere in Daxuan.

The scene flashed by, and a young man with a happy look on his face was standing inside the mountain gate.

When Xu Qingyuan died, because of [backtracking], the remains of the Great Dao he possessed were not at the same time as Ye Wuyou, so naturally he had no way of obtaining them.

But with the death of Xu Qingyuan, these remains that should have been on his body could appear anywhere due to the fact that the Great Dao has no distance.

Is the young man in the picture the current owner of [Identity Replacement]?

Find him, then what to do?

[You have already thought about this matter. It is the most useless waste debris, which can only be used on yourself. Those stupid guys can't touch your true identity at all, and can't even tell who you are.]

【Therefore, he has already found a way to die! 】

Can I only control the weirdness by myself?
Ye Wuyou was silent for a moment.

Now I am used to life and death.

It's just killing someone. Just find him, kill him...that's all.

Need to worry about it?

But then he shook his head, wondering why he cared about this.

There were bursts of roars coming from the sky, as if something was falling from the sky.

Ye Wuyou paid for the tea and walked out of the building with Bai Lu.

A huge cloud boat was hovering on the cliff outside the mountain city.

Da Yan is located in a remote corner and rarely interacts with other countries. This is caused by its geographical location.

Ye Wuyou, who has stayed in Tianlan City for more than 20 years, only realized now that Da Yan and the surrounding countries, even the nearest Da Xuan, were separated by an unknown sea.

The sea is impassable.

It is said that Daqian also wanted to conquer this sea area a thousand years ago, but no matter how many ships there were and how many practitioners with great supernatural powers were on them, they would eventually be swallowed up by the huge waves on the sea and disappear without a trace.

Although the army was not completely wiped out, it was a narrow escape.

Therefore, whether it is a cultivator from Daxuan coming to Dayan, or someone from Dayan wants to go somewhere else, they can only travel by cloud boat.

Great supernatural power to fly in the air?

If you are in the upper three realms, or the sixth realm of heavenly power, you can give it a try.

As for the rest of the practitioners, forget it.

There is no way to rest on the sea. Human power has its limits. The journey is long and the energy will always be exhausted. At that time, you will be caught in a dilemma and become a bird without feet.

This mountain town on the border is one of the few places where cloud boats pass by.

(End of this chapter)