My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 205 Rules of Identity

In the end what happened!
Ye Wuyou pushed everyone away and jumped out.

He jumped down the mountain steps of Zizhu Peak in a few steps, but paused for a moment at a certain point.

It was still the familiar place, the same familiar voice, but a man with a different face was being intimate with the woman he had seen yesterday.

If we talk about yesterday, Ye Wuyou was disdainful.

Well now, he pulled the two of them out and asked sternly, ignoring their horrified faces.

"Where are the people from yesterday? Where are the people from yesterday?"

A man and a woman, with dishevelled clothes and expressions of fear and confusion, answered in panic.

"Third Elder, what are you talking about? What about the person from yesterday?"

So I am the third elder?
Ahhhhh!

Ye Wuyou covered his forehead with one hand, then pointed at the woman and asked.

"I saw you in this bamboo forest yesterday... Where is that man with you?"

The female disciple looked confused, "Elder, what are you talking about... I didn't do those things."

At this moment, the male disciple's expression turned fierce and he knelt down directly.

"Elder, if you want to punish me, punish me. It was me yesterday too! I was possessed by the devil."

Ye Wuyou refuted immediately.

"No, that person yesterday was not you!"

The male disciple was stunned, but after seeing Ye Wuyou's determined face, he looked at the woman beside him.

The male disciple's expression gradually changed.

"Well, you actually had a tryst with someone behind my back! Isn't three times a day enough? You witch, bitch!"

After saying that, he slapped him, but then a look of regret appeared on his face.

The woman staggered slightly, slowly raised her head, and looked at her childhood sweetheart with only hatred in her eyes.

"We're done!"

The male disciple looked at a loss, and the female looked resentful.

Only Ye Wuyou remained silent for a while, then turned around and left silently.

He seemed to understand it all.

Identity, identity has changed.

Everyone?
No, not everyone, but many people's identities have changed again.

Yesterday, I was the eldest disciple under the third elder of Zizhu Peak.

Today it is the third elder.

No wonder everyone's faces in my memory are blurry.

No wonder those people have different levels of cultivation, and the disciples’ cultivation level can be higher than that of the elders.

Because it doesn't matter at all.

Their identities will constantly change.

"What's the point of this? Weird acts on instinct. Is it his instinct to keep changing identities?"

Ye Wuyou really couldn't understand it, and at the same time, another memory about "himself" appeared in his mind.

He took a quick glance at it and then forgot about it.

"I am Ye Wuyou, I am Ye Wuyou."

After Ye Wuyou repeated this two or three times, he sighed heavily, leaned on the railing and looked into the distance.

Yesterday I was a disciple, today I am a master, so what about tomorrow? What about the day after tomorrow?

Could she be the master's wife?

At this moment, the crowds around were increasing. The disciples of the sects had smiles on their faces, and they gathered and dispersed in a bustling crowd.

Ye Wuyou even saw a few familiar faces among them.

Yesterday’s law enforcement elder has become a disciple today.

If all these are excluded, the rest is the same as a normal sect.

absurd.

Ye Wuyou watched this scene silently, but he felt an indescribable weirdness in his heart.

They all seem to act only according to the rules of their own identity.

A disciple is a disciple, a servant, an outer sect, an inner sect, a true disciple, and an elder.

It is clear that there are many elders whose practice is not good enough, and there are also many disciples who have practiced at a high level.

But even a disciple at the fifth level would be terrified when seeing the elder who had no cultivation at all.

Not that there's anything wrong with that.

However, this is simply incomprehensible to a practitioner whose personal power is almost above all else.

Is identity more important than cultivation?

There was a sudden commotion among the crowd.

"You are just a errand disciple, why do you come to the inner sect? Do you want to steal?"

"Who allowed you in?"

"Who do you think you are? You are so arrogant here that you need to ask the law enforcement elders for help?"

Ye Wuyou looked in the direction of the voice, but saw a group of people surrounding one of the disciples with unfriendly eyes.

This matter might not be considered a big deal in any sect.

However, Ye Wuyou could tell that the disciple who was called a errand boy was at the fifth realm.

Among the people around, there wasn't even one person who was in the middle third realm.

Will he resist?
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Lu Zhaolin looked at the people around him in silence.

He heard news yesterday that a true disciple returned to the sect and started killing people indiscriminately, and his behavior was extremely strange.

It was so strange that it seemed familiar to him. He was almost certain that it was also a cultivator from the "outside world".

Lu Zhaolin wanted to find the other person, he wanted to find the other person urgently.

He wants to leave here!

This place is crazy and absurd!

This weirdness is indeed non-lethal and will not cause death.

But the scenes that unfold are more terrifying than death.

Cui Yuan has been completely lost, and Luo Qinghan has also lost contact.

I guess there's no hope.

He sighed softly, looked at the people around him who looked unfriendly to him, and smiled helplessly.

If these guys were in the outside world, I would simply ignore them and they are not worth even a second glance.

but now……

He remained silent, clasped his hands together, and apologized verbally.

"Apologize? What's the point of an apology from a mere servant like you?"

"Kneel down and kowtow, and I'll consider sparing your life."

A fierce look flashed in Lu Zhaolin's eyes, and an invisible shadow appeared faintly behind him.

But in the end, the illusory figure disappeared.

There was a great deal of confusion in his eyes.

He thought of the fate of his companions.

Do you want to kneel?
The casual words came from above.

"I want this guy."

who is it?

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Ye Wuyou standing on a high platform with his hands behind his back.

"Third, Third Elder?"

"Don't worry, Third Elder. We will never touch this person."

"What are you standing there for? Go and pay your respects to the Third Elder."

At this moment, Ye Wuyou was looking at this scene with great interest.

At first, I just wanted to see how the situation was going to develop, but unexpectedly, I saw an interesting scene.

The menial disciple had the aura of the Great Dao's remnants.

It's not an identity replacement, but some other unknown weirdness.

But why didn't he choose to resist?
Ye Wuyou didn't understand, but he could see the struggle in the other person's eyes, so he spoke up to stop it.

Because this is a "living person", unlike everyone else here, he also entered this realm from the outside world.

After a while, Lu Zhaolin came to Ye Wuyou in silence.

He seemed to know something.

The other person is the one you are looking for.

He is a handyman.

Ye Wuyou is the elder.

If everything was normal, the other party would never offer to "save" him.

In this absurd sect, only outsiders are abnormal.

"I am Lu Zhaolin from the Lu family, thank you very much..."

"Stop talking nonsense. You should be able to see that I am from the outside world just like you. Let me ask you, why did you want to kneel down before?" Ye Wuyou asked this question.

"You are in the fifth realm, and you have a strange creature by your side. Even if there is a powerful guy here, you can escape, right?"

Faced with Ye Wuyou's words, Lu Zhaolin was stunned at first, then he smiled bitterly.

"Sir, it seems you know nothing..."

"Here, all cultivation realms are extremely limited, and identity determines everything."

"If you don't follow the rules of your identity, terrible things will happen."

Ye Wuyou frowned and asked.

"Not following the rules of your identity? What do you mean?"

Lu Zhaolin showed hesitation, these were extremely important information.

But he finally spoke out.

Because if he doesn't grasp Ye Wuyou in front of him now, he will be left alone.

"If you don't act according to your identity, you will be completely lost... I had a companion who was like this before."

"At that time, he was a chores disciple like me now. After he had a dispute with the disciples here, he killed them."

As Lu Zhaolin spoke, there was a hint of lingering fear in his words.

"But then, he completely turned into a errand boy... and he no longer remembered who he was."

As he spoke, Lu Zhaolin pointed at the disciples in the sect here.

"Just like these people, their identities keep changing. They seem normal, but they have no real consciousness and are completely lost."

Lost?

Ye Wuyou thought that he did not act according to his position and started killing people as soon as he arrived.

But then he was slightly stunned.

Yesterday, I was a true disciple, and the people I killed were all people of lower status than me.

The words of the law enforcement elder still lingered in his ears.

"What's the big deal? You are of higher status than them."

(End of this chapter)