My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 179 Living Corpse
The sky is clear and blue.

The scenery above the cloud boat is picturesque, and it whizzes through the clouds.

Those seemingly tedious inspections were released without further ado after seeing this old man.

Ye Wuyou only knew that the old man's surname was Luo, and he knew nothing else.

An exquisite five-story building stood on the cloud boat. The first floor was furnished with tables and chairs, and it was bustling with people. Without going in, one could hear the voices of many practitioners inside.

Ye Wuyou couldn't help but recall the time when he took Lu Qingshan's cloud boat, which also had a similar attic.

However, at that time, there were only three people on Yunzhou, but now, a rough glance showed that there were no less than a hundred people.

The old man in black robe took Ye Wuyou straight to the second floor and came to a wing room.

The old man's surname was Luo. He just pointed to the outer hall and said lightly.

"I'm sorry to ask you to stay here for a few days, but there's nothing important to do on the Cloud Boat. Is this your first time riding a Cloud Boat? Oh, you can go and see the scenery."

Wu You is Ye Wuyou's current pseudonym.

He paid no attention to the old man's words and just glanced inside the room.

In the small building, this room is divided into inside and outside, with a partition between them, which is also imprinted with the aura of formation techniques, blocking all detection.

[Grievance? You old man still knows the word grievance. Well, you are broad-minded and kind-hearted. You don’t care about it. You wave your hand and prepare to let the woman in the wing room come out to serve you.]

Ye Wuyou's expression did not change. The old man surnamed Luo had mentioned before that the person he was protecting was a woman.

But the next sentence of the narration made Ye Wuyou look stunned.

[You were just about to call the girl out to play music and sing for you, but something seemed to be happening in your heart]

[What bad luck! How could it be a zombie? You feel helpless and think you might as well teach the mute girl a lesson in the future. But now you turn your attention to the little fox behind you again.]

Living corpse?

The woman to be protected is a zombie?
The old man surnamed Luo didn't pay attention to the change in Ye Wuyou's expression. He just thought that the other party was a little overwhelmed because it was his first time on the cloud boat. At this moment, he spoke leisurely again.

"Oh, by the way, there are three other people besides you, but I said that there is no problem on the Cloud Boat, so maybe we are going to the first floor now? If you are interested, you can go and take a look."

He was deliberately letting himself leave...

Ye Wuyou finally retracted his gaze, nodded with a smile, then turned and left.

After Ye Wuyou and Bai Lu left, the old man surnamed Luo sighed softly and walked into the side room.

In the room, besides a young woman lying on the bed with a deathly expression, there were surprisingly a few maids beside her.

The maids are ordinary people, not practitioners.

The old man waved his hand to send the maid away and stood aside. The woman on the bed then gently opened her eyes and slowly sat up.

The skin on her pretty face was pale, and her whole body exuded a strong aura of death.

But as the woman stood up, the paleness gradually disappeared, and the deathly aura gradually weakened, until she finally became no different from a normal person.

There was some confusion in the woman's eyes, but they gradually became clear as she looked towards the old man.

"Lobo, how many days will it take to go home?"

"It will be soon. If everything goes well, we will be able to return to the Luo family in less than half a month."

The woman nodded slightly.

"Really... I never thought that there would be another day to go back."

The old man surnamed Luo sighed softly, but then he thought of something, a gleam of brilliance flashed in his eyes, and he spoke with a smile.

"I really never thought that I would be able to go home one day. I have to thank Xu Qingyuan for all this."

"If he hadn't done those things, not to mention the Luo family, even Daxuan would still be like a stagnant pool of water."

"He has caused so much trouble. As far as I know, among the seven families, at least three of them have lost their ancestors. The remaining four families are silent at the moment. I don't know which ancestor has died."

"But our Luo family's ancestor is gone, but as long as he is alive, I am afraid that my young lady and I will never have the chance to go back and get that opportunity in this lifetime."

The woman remained silent for a long time before she uttered a word.

"Xu Qingyuan... is he really that powerful?"

"Not entirely." The old man shook his head.

Daxuan is the world of the sects, and all matters are discussed by the seven sects.

The upper three sects and the lower four families.

Sects are big, and families are small. Although there is no way to confirm it, the upper three sects seem to have the shadow of the upper three realms.

The remaining four are Lu, Luo, Lu, and Cui.

No one knows whether the four families have the three upper realms that are hard to find in the world, but they all have their own special features.

But now, things have changed.

According to the information currently known to the old man surnamed Luo, his ancestor is dead.

In addition, the real person from Baiyun Temple and the Taoist disciple who went to Dayan were also gone.

As for the Lu family? The ancestor of the Lu family has not appeared for more than half a month, and there is no news at all. It is estimated that he is also gone.

Luo Lao smiled gently and explained to the woman.

"No matter how talented Xu Qingyuan is, and how he can travel thousands of miles away, he killed the ancestor of Daxuan in Dayan?"

"Especially Baiyun Temple. It is said that Baiyun Temple has already announced that whoever can kill Xu Qingyuan will be the new Taoist of Baiyun Temple. This is not a low status. He is second only to the Sect Master and above ten thousand people."

"It is said that the immortal of Baiyun Temple died inexplicably and without any signs. Such a method has nothing to do with realm and magical power. Miss, you should understand what I mean."

In the eyes of anyone with a discerning eye, Xu Qingyuan is the one taking the blame.

The woman nodded slightly, then hesitated after a moment.

"Master Luo, can the technique I have been practicing really allow me to inherit what my ancestors have left?"

"I don't know, but young lady, you are the true descendant of the Luo family. The ancestor also favored you when he was alive. If you are not good enough, then those few... Humph."

The old man did not continue.

But it is obvious that he is not satisfied with the Luo family today.

Look at the top three sects. They were originally practicing families, but others had unique vision and changed them into sects early on, absorbing talents widely without being restricted by status.

For countless years, it continues to thrive.

Even the most talented woman in the Luo family in recent years left the family and became the saint of one of the senior sects.

The other four companies gradually declined.

A cultivation family often develops rapidly in the early stages, but the larger it is, the more rules it has, and the more hidden dangers it has.

The more blood branches there are, the more twists and turns there are; this is unavoidable.

The so-called first and second wives... are in trouble.

"Miss, you can rest assured. The cloud boat will arrive in a few days. These days are very safe. When you arrive in Daxuan, as long as you are careful, nothing will happen."

Listening to the old man's words, the young woman had a hint of sadness between her brows.

"Is it really okay? Actually, I don't necessarily have to inherit that opportunity."

Luo Lao's expression changed, but he soon calmed down and spoke in a friendly manner.

"Don't worry, young lady. I have recruited some guards along the way. There will be no problem."

"How are those people...?"

how about it?
Mr. Luo remained silent, but something was better than nothing. He couldn't just say that they were all losers.

"It's okay. There is a young man among them who is quite capable." Old Luo thought of Ye Wuyou.

The woman blinked, realizing that she had said the wrong thing, and changed the subject.

"Mr. Luo, how about you tell me more about Xu Qingyuan?"

"Why are they talking about him? People outside are talking about him every day, saying that he killed a lot of people, caused a lot of trouble, and was finally pushed out to take the blame."

There was disdain in Luo Lao's voice.

The woman didn't care about the old man's words, but looked curious.

"But why did he do that? I want to know the reason?"

reason?

Luo Lao showed helplessness in his eyes, shook his head and sighed.

"Who knows? For guys like this who have some abilities, I don't know what they are thinking."

"Just like the saint who left our Luo family, who would have thought that she would like the woman from the Lu family?"

(End of this chapter)