My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 18 Big Melon
Ye Wuyou was eating.

"Spring peaches, summer pears, autumn melons, winter dates... they are disrespectful to the elderly."

While lamenting the decline of morals in the world, Ye Wuyou wolfed down the meal that belonged to him alone. The filling of the food made him feel a little happy and comfortable.

After all, in the entire mansion, he was the only practitioner who was still cultivating his body.

The rest are all practitioners above the first level.

In addition to external medicinal baths, body building also requires a large amount of blood and food.

This was the reason why I came to work in Tianlao.

Ye Wuyou, holding a lamb leg in one hand and a pig's trotter in the other, felt a little thirsty, so he picked up the medicinal wine that was said to be specially made by Chuntao and took a sip.

It's spicy when it hits the throat, but it relieves the greasiness just right.

Enjoyable.

Just as Ye Wuyou was about to continue his feast, he looked ahead and suddenly froze.

How can I drink the wine if I am holding food in both hands?

His gaze focused again and again, staring at the wine glass floating in front of him.

Finally, in the blank space, Ye Wuyou saw the third hand.

The dark blue arm had dry skin and sharp claws at the fingertips, and was currently holding a wine glass for himself.

The corners of Ye Wuyou's mouth twitched, and some bad memories in the Sky Prison resurfaced in his mind.

"I ate it... I ate this weirdness, or should I say I ate the remains of this avenue?"

Ye Wuyou originally thought that "eating" meant simply destroying the other party in a literal sense.

But now, the scene that happened to his body forced him to think hard about the connection.

Have you become weird?
Or did he acquire that strange ability?
[It is not difficult to devour the remains of a mere avenue. Not to mention the remains, even if the real avenue from the past is here, you can easily devour it and use it for your own benefit.]

The dog's narration was rarely useful.

That weirdness...can it be used by me?
Thinking of this, Ye Wuyou's mind moved.

The second hand, the third hand, the fourth hand...

They slowly stretched out from his chest one by one, but did not cause any damage to his skin or clothes.

Ye Wuyou tried to control them, and these ghost hands seemed to be as if they were under his own will, and he could use them at will, and even... were very flexible.

It's like a hand growing on your body... although it is indeed on your body right now.

Not only the chest, these strange hands can even extend from any part of the body, any part.

As for quantity, it is linked to strength.

Ye Wuyou walked out of the room, looked around to see that there was no one around, and came to a corner of the yard where a stone lock was piled.

The stone lock was already covered with dust. It was obvious that this thing prepared for the Body Tempering Realm had not been used for a long time.

He first used one of his ghost hands, and the hundred-kilogram stone lock was lifted easily.

Then, divide again.

It was not until ten ghost hands appeared at the same time that the power of a single ghost hand gradually weakened and it could no longer be lifted.

“You can continue to use your ghost hands, but the strength of a single hand will gradually return to that of an ordinary person.

It looks a lot weaker than the monster in the cage, but strength is not the key..."

Strength is not the point.

Invisibility and almost absolute concealment are the key.

Imagine if two practitioners of the same level fight each other, the attack of one can be seen, while the "moves" of the other cannot be observed.

Ye Wuyou knew very little about cultivation, and was not sure whether there were any methods to strengthen the body in this world, but at least as it stood now... not to mention the middle three realms, just the third realm and below, all of them were high attack and low defense.

A sudden attack is often more effective than all your hard work.

Ye Wuyou stared at his ghost hand for a long time, and finally he retracted it into his body with a thought.

Although he was delighted to have gained unexpected power, he always felt that something was inexplicably wrong.

Can humans tame weirdness?

In other words, what are the original nature of this group of monsters called weird or the remnants of the avenue?
"Son."

A soft cry interrupted his thoughts.

It was Qiu Gua who was jogging over with a plate of pear melons. The melons on the plate and the melon on her chest were shaking with her steps.

"Young Master, you have been practicing very hard. I think you will be able to succeed in strengthening your body in a few days. Come and have a bite of melon first."

Ye Wuyou retracted his uncontrollable gaze, silently picked up the melon from the plate, took a bite, and chewed it carefully.

"How is it?" Qiu Gua asked with a smile, looking up.

Ye Wuyou pondered for a moment and gave a thumbs up.

“It’s tender, fresh and juicy.”

I have lived in this small courtyard for half a month, and my body-building practice has come to an end.

Of course, this was with the addition of a large number of medicinal herbs and precious ingredients that Ye Wuyou could not afford before.

Physical training is the starting point of spiritual practice, so it is naturally not difficult. As long as you are willing to spend money, even a pig can train his body.

Zhao Changhe had not shown up since that first time, and Ye Wuyou had also become quite familiar with these four people.

Only then did he realize that, except Chuntao, the other three were not Zhao Changhe's disciples. Even Chuntao was only half a disciple.

These four were the maids of the prison warden that day, and were sent to take care of him.

"The warden is very busy and often doesn't come back to the house for ten days or half a month. We are idle anyway. As for Mr. Zhao, who has a bad temper, how can he take care of the young master's life..."

The appearance of the middle-aged scholar in gray clothes that day appeared in my mind, as well as the conversation between him and "myself" at that time.

He was extremely arrogant at that time, but was slapped in the face by the other party the next second. He was a classic villain.

And the other party also seemed to be able to see the "weirdness".

So did he see that I swallowed the "ghost" and that's why he took such good care of me?
In other words, it is not just care, but also surveillance?
Ye Wuyou's eyes swept over Qiu Gua and asked casually.

"Qiugua, you are also in the second realm, what kind of practice are you practicing?"

Qiu Gua, who was eating a melon, was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile.

"I am practicing formations... Why are you asking this all of a sudden, sir? Are you interested in me? That won't do. I am the warden's maid."

Ye Wuyou coughed lightly: "Just curious, like Chuntao, who is already a second-level doctor, but still follows old man Zhao to learn. Doesn't your warden teach you?"

Although he didn't have a very good impression of the warden who knocked him away with one punch, his opponent's strength was unquestionable.

In this situation, what is there to learn from Zhao Changhe?
But as soon as the words came out, a hint of loneliness flashed across Qiu Gua's smiling face, and then disappeared in an instant.

"What the warden has learned...we cannot learn."

Ye Wuyou blinked, and noticing that the atmosphere was not right, he did not continue asking.

However, Ye Wuyou couldn’t learn this word because he thought it didn’t apply to him.

Having the "Heart Sutra of No Form" in your hand is like having a wife. The best moves in the world are always those in other people's hands!
Qiugua left with the heavy melons in his arms.

But when she finally left, she stood at the gate of the courtyard and said with a somewhat shy smile.

"If you like any of them, you can talk to the warden later."

(End of this chapter)