My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 315 Taboo Trio

"Zhang Dadan, Zhang Dadan, Zhang Dadan, what's wrong with me calling you by your name? Isn't that your name?"

"I am now in Baiyun Temple..."

At this moment, Master Wang Ting stepped forward and interrupted the other party.

Facing Zhang Dadan who was full of anger, Master Wang Ting simply pointed his finger at the other's nose and cursed.

"Why, we met in a dilapidated temple a hundred years ago, and you told me your name was Zhang Dadan. Now you think you are noble and don't even recognize your name, right?"

This great immortal who had lived in Baiyun Temple for more than a hundred years stared at the royal court in front of him with his eyes fixed. The anger in his eyes seemed to be about to burst out at the next moment, and his whole body was shaking.

Ding Wang was standing in a corner at this moment, covering his broken arm and staring at the scene in front of him with a dull look.

Second Uncle and Master are arguing...

Speaking of...

He only knew that his master's surname was Zhang, but not his real name. He had asked before, but his master did not respond. Instead, he warned him not to reveal his real name to anyone casually, so as to avoid being used by those who delved into strange and magical techniques.

Ding Wang was ignorant at the time and only thought that his master's surname was Zhang, which meant he was related to the oldest Taoist master in the legend.

I didn’t expect his name was Zhang Dadan?

Ding Wang opened his mouth, wanting to persuade the two great masters to stop arguing, but when the words came to his lips, no sound came out.

The tremendous energy permeated the surroundings, and the pressure filled the entire forest. The air around seemed to become condensed, and people's every move became extremely difficult.

This is the Seven Realms of Tianji.

Ding Wang's eyes showed some shock at first, but then revealed envy and yearning that could not be concealed.

One day, I will also be like my master, set foot on Tianji, reach the upper three realms, and see with my own eyes all the scenery that ordinary people can hardly imagine.

But the most urgent task is to persuade the two great masters to stop, otherwise the situation will develop in a bad direction.

If the two of them really started fighting, wouldn’t Baiyun Temple be reduced to ashes on the spot?

Ding Wang gritted his teeth and tried hard to make a sound.

The voice came and echoed in the ears of several people.

"Ahhh, it's so noisy. I'm going crazy."

"Stop making such a noise, you, yes, stop barking like a dog."

"Then the dog will bark outside."

As the voice spread, the two real people, including his master, turned around instantly and glanced at Ding Wang with strange eyes.

Ding Wang's expression froze for a moment, then he shook his head frantically, indicating that it was not him.

I haven't even said a word yet, how could I dare to say that the two real people are "barking like dogs"?

The three people's eyes were instantly focused on the figure not far ahead, who had been lying motionless on the ground since falling from the sky.

But now...

Ye Wuyou is making a lot of noise now.

At this moment, he was leaning against a rock beside him, holding his forehead with one hand, knocking it over and over again, grinning hoarsely and looking painful.

What is this kid doing?

Master Wang Ting frowned, then glared at Zhang Dadan and cursed.

"Zhang Dadan, what the hell did you do to him?"

The Great Immortal paused, with obvious doubt in his eyes.

"How would I know? The previous injury was not fatal at all... No, Wang Ting, I warn you, don't call me Zhang Dadan. Also, what right do you have to question me like this!"

Master Zhang reacted quickly and almost laughed out of anger.

It’s a good thing that I didn’t execute Ye Wuyou in the first place, and now you come to question me?

"Bullshit, you know exactly what you did."

"I know you well... Huh, huh, may you be blessed with infinite happiness." The great immortal stroked his chest, trying hard to suppress the anger in his heart.

A corner of Ding Wang's soul was swallowed by the other party. If it was just the soul, it would be fine, but the soul contained some luck.

This matter was beyond Zhang Dadan's understanding.

If devouring the soul could devour Ding Wang's luck, then Zhang Dadan would have done it long ago.

This was also the reason why he didn't crush Ye Wuyou immediately before. On the one hand, Ye Wuyou had absorbed some of Ding Wang's luck, and on the other hand...

He also wanted to know how this was done.

Thinking of this, Zhang Dadan snorted lightly, stopped arguing with Wang Ting, and turned to speak to Ye Wuyou.

"Boy, let me ask you something..."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Wuyou responded.

"Go away, stop barking."

Zhang Dadan's expression froze instantly. He was silent for a while, and finally laughed out of anger.

When Master Wang Ting heard this, he actually laughed out loud, holding his stomach and stamping his feet.

"Zhang Dadan, do you hear me? Get out of here right now. I'm here now. What else do you want to do to him?"

But then, the man's voice came, and Wang Ting's face changed instantly.

"Get out, you too."

This time it was Zhang Dadan's turn to show a sarcastic smile.

But the smile on the corner of his mouth faded, Zhang Dadan's eyes became gloomy, and he was laughing at something. He really didn't know what he was laughing at.

Ye Wuyou took a deep breath at this moment, slowly stood up, and the pain in his eyes finally dissipated a little.

He couldn't hear anything happening in the outside world.

Ye Wuyou didn't know where the aura that appeared out of thin air came from at first, but now he knows.

Because there are three voices in his mind now.

",,"

It means hungry!

The sacred tree is constantly crying out, like a baby bird opening its mouth to its parents.

No matter how much Ye Wuyou shouted, he couldn't stop.

[Murderous aura forms a cloud for three hours, and the sound of cold fighting spreads all night long]

[Dancing with steel knives in Baiyun Temple, each knife is stained with black soil and blood]

[Kill, kill, kill, leave no one alive. Today you will transform Baiyun Temple into a new look, turn the white clouds into black soil, use blood as a road, and the road as a ladder. Kill them all, turn the world upside down, and create a bright and clear world.]

This is the narrator barking at the dog.

There is another voice.

"Okay, okay, I won't waste my words with you, kid. Hurry up and make this stupid tree stop. This leader has been sucked dry."

"Let it stop sucking first, then we can talk."

The source of this sound is... Wind Spirit.

The mysterious person who once appeared inside the Lu family’s sacred tree.

No one knew what realm the Lu family's ancestor Ye Wuyou was in at that time, but thinking about it now, he should have been in the seventh realm, or equivalent to the seventh realm.

And Feng Xinling can suppress the opponent at any time.

However, with the silent cooperation of Ye Wuyou and Luo Qinghan, his body eventually collapsed, leaving only his soul, which was swallowed by the sacred tree in Ye Wuyou's body.

But Feng's heart is not dead.

Ye Wuyou had known long ago that Feng Xinling was not dead and his soul was still inside the sacred tree space.

The rest of the souls were used as nutrients by the sacred tree, but there was a layer of crystal barrier outside Feng Xinling's soul. Even if Ye Wuyou instructed the sacred tree to whip it, it could not break it at all.

But now, with the words of the narrator, his soul was constantly being absorbed, and the soul power turned into wisps of powerful energy that filled Ye Wuyou's body.

There was a slight flicker of light in Ye Wuyou's eyes, and he finally regained some consciousness.

It was too noisy and more chaotic before.

Three voices were talking in his head, each of them chattering away with mad shouting, but no one could understand them.

Ye Wuyou was very familiar with this situation. It was like when several people in a game were talking at the same time, someone had to have a louder voice than them.

Fortunately, my voice is quite loud.

It was a little quieter now, and the narrator seemed to be tired of shouting and stopped talking. As for the cry of the sacred tree, Ye Wuyou gradually began to adapt.

but……

Why are these three guys looking at me? Aren't they going to do anything?
The old Taoist was there too... he didn't seem to have any ill intentions.

Ye Wuyou was about to take a step, but his expression changed slightly and he hissed.

He then took stock of his current condition, looked at his arm which had already revealed its white bones, and finally waved his hand weakly in front of him.

"Hey, why are you all leaning on your hands and looking at me? Are you going to fight me or not? If not, I'm leaving."

Although he said this, Ye Wuyou really didn't have any strength left. He could still fight with the Sixth Realm for a few moves, but he was really helpless against the Seventh Realm.

Although the energy intercepted from Feng Xinling was very powerful, it was only a wisp.

It's hard for him to recover from his own injuries, let alone fight with others.

unless……

There was a gleam of ruthlessness in Ye Wuyou's eyes. Since the sacred tree could now break Feng Xinling's defenses, the worst outcome would be to devour Feng Xinling completely.

Although the soul of the Seventh Realm is not as powerful as the wood spirit body of the Lu family ancestor at that time, it is still possible to fight against it if one really tries with all his strength.

Of course, Master Zhang Dadan would not let Ye Wuyou leave just like that. No matter the luck that was taken away from him or the strangeness in Ye Wuyou, he wanted to keep him.

He was about to take action when he heard a light snort from beside him.

Old Taoist Master Wang Ting folded his hands across his chest and put one foot on the bluestone beside the road. His Taoist robe was tattered, but he just stared at him with his eyes slanted.

"Zhang Dadan, why don't you give it a try?"

Master Zhang's expression had now returned to calm, and he responded calmly.

"I know you practice the Fate Method, but this boy harmed Patriarch Cui in front of our Baiyun Temple. If we don't capture him, will he be laughed at in the future?"

This is true and makes a lot of sense.

But Wang Ting is not very reasonable.

"Master Cui... he has no objection, so what does it have to do with our Baiyun Temple?"

"Master Cui is already dead, so of course I have no objection."

"That's it, then. If the Cui family has any objections, let them go to him. Zhang Dadan, haven't you always liked to let things take their course, not interfering in anything, believing that everything is their own destiny? Even when Master and the Third Brother left, you were calm and didn't make any moves. Why do you care so much now?" Wang Ting grinned.

Master Zhang's face was silent for a moment, then he looked at his junior brother with a strange look and said softly.

"Wang Ting, do you really want to go against me?"

Wang Ting chuckled, as if he was tired of standing, so he squatted on the stone steps.

"You are wrong, Zhang Dadan. You have been against me. I have long told you that this person is my guide for practicing the Dharma, just like your destiny for practicing. I also know that practicing is not easy. I have given you a chance as my disciple, but I just asked you not to interfere.

But what are you planning? Are you trying to get rid of this guy behind my back? Zhang Dadan, you either need to speak out directly or shut up and get out of here. "

Master Zhang was silent.

Things have come to this point. If Ye Wuyou was just an ordinary practitioner and was merely the guidance of his junior brother Yuanfa, then it would be fine.

But why could he snatch away Ding Wang's luck?
I can't even do this myself...

The thought lasted only a moment, and Master Zhang finally shook his head. He gently raised his arm, passed it through his sleeves, and gently gathered it in front of his body, drawing a circle.

He stepped lightly on his toes and bent his legs left and right, but his body did not move at all.

Master Zhang's words, accompanied by the sound of the wind, echoed through the mountain gate in the night.

"Wang Ting, have you forgotten that I am your senior brother, and you cannot defeat me."

Ding Wang was now standing in the corner, staring blankly at the ground around him. There was clearly nothing there, but in his eyes, it seemed as if he saw something.

It was not because of pressure, but because it was the first time he saw the unique formation technique demonstrated by his master.

With just a casual wave of the hand and a step of the toes, the strange formation technique was far superior to his own.

Ordinary formations use formation flags and formation objects as the core of the formation. No matter how exquisite and vivid the formation is, it is ultimately a dead object.

The Qimen formation technique can transform itself into the center of the formation, turning dead objects into living things, and it changes constantly, but it still maintains the appearance of the formation, drawing a line on the ground to create a prison.

But now, there are formation eyes everywhere, and there are no constraints around. It seems that one can leave at will, and it seems that there are flaws everywhere, which seems to be even worse than ordinary formations.

But Ding Wang understood that all the gates in the formation were death gates.

If you take a wrong step, you will fall into crisis.

Thinking of this, Ding Wang couldn't help but look to the side, looking at the place where Ye Wuyou had stood before.

You can't run away. You want to leave after killing the snow leopard?

That rascal……

Ok?
Where is that guy?

Shit, he ran away?

How did he leave the place surrounded by this strange formation?
A voice came from the front, interrupting his thoughts.

It also refreshed Ding Wang's cognition.

Under the gaze, Ding Wang only saw his second uncle, Master Wang Ting, waving his hand at this moment.

But it is not the display of magical powers.

Instead, he just lay down on the ground.

He had a nonchalant smile on his face, but there were faint ripples forming around his body.

Then, Wang Ting shouted loudly in an unruly manner.

"Oh, right, right, it doesn't matter. Do you really think I like staying in Baiyun Temple, Zhang Dadan? If you make my life difficult, then..."

"Don't think it will be easy for everyone."

"If I'm not happy, then no one else will be happy."

Master Zhang's expression suddenly became stiff, with his hands raised in the air, not knowing whether to move or not.

I originally thought that by relying on my status as a senior brother and my own strength which was stronger than the other party, I could make my junior brother give in a little.

Unexpectedly, his junior fellow apprentice seemed to start the attack directly.

It’s fine for ordinary people to start, but the royal court... is in the seventh realm.

In this situation... he really didn't dare to push the other party into a corner.

"Zhang Dadan, come on, let's see if you can defeat me now. The deaths of those two bastards Xu Qingyuan and Zhang Shixuan were not in vain."

At this moment, Wang Ting was lying flat on the ground, his head behind his hands, his legs crossed, and his eyes staring at the full moon in the night sky. He looked relaxed and comfortable.

Master Zhang sighed softly, and finally looked at the place where Ye Wuyou was before, but there was no figure there.

He glanced at the dark corner of the forest out of the corner of his eye and frowned slightly.

He waved his hand, without saying anything else, and left with Ding Wang.

Wang Ting had a leisurely look on his face, his eyes just staring at the full moon in the sky being continuously covered by dark clouds, which were then blown away by the wind.

Darkness and moonlight continued to blend on the forest path.

There were soft footsteps behind me.

Ye Wuyou's figure walked out from behind the old master and lifted the concealment of the [Ghost].

"why?"

Ye Wuyou asked, his voice calm but with doubt.

After waiting for a while without getting an answer, Ye Wuyou thought about it, then slowly walked to the old man and sat down quietly.

He could have left directly when the two of them were confronting each other before. Under the guidance of the narrator, the "gates of death" in the strange formation revealed a clear "gate of life".

But he had too many doubts.

Moreover, the old Taoist in front of him... apart from the fact that he tried to scam him, he really seemed to have no ill intentions.

The old immortal didn't say anything, but just looked up at the dark sky, so Ye Wuyou also looked at him with confusion.

When the full moon reappeared from between the dark clouds, Wang Ting stood up with one hand on the ground and patted the tattered cuffs of his Taoist robe with the other hand.

But the Taoist robe was already extremely dirty, and even Wang Ting's hands were dirty at the moment, so naturally he couldn't wipe clean the black dust on the clothes.

An old voice with a smile came.

"Hehe, I was right at the beginning, wasn't I? You gave me a lotus seed to establish a bond with me, so isn't that helping you?"

Ye Wuyou was stunned for a moment, then he took out the small white jade bottle from his arms and handed it to the old man. Inside the bottle were the last two Taoist purple gold lotus seeds.

Wang Ting didn't even look at it, but just said casually.

"No need. Although this thing is precious, it has limited effect on me. The quantity is too small to make a qualitative change. Besides, I have already got what I wanted."

Wang Ting stretched out his muddy palm, loosened his fingertips, and clenched his palm.

There was clearly nothing there, but it felt like I was holding something.

"I can't tell you too much. After all, you are only in the fifth realm. If I tell you too much about the upper three realms, it will only add to your distractions and affect your future inner demon tribulation."

“But there is one thing I can tell you. You don’t have to feel like you owe me anything. After all, I’m practicing the law of fate, and now this fate has truly been established.”

"Look, this is fate, but you can't see it, hehe."

Master Wang Ting had a smile on his face, looking at his empty palm with a very proud expression.

Can't see...

Is it?

Ye Wuyou was slightly startled, but his eyes remained calm.

He tilted his head slightly and looked at the twinkling lights in the city below the mountain.

That extremely twisted and ugly thing in the old Taoist’s palm...is it fate?
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