My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 367 If the evil is not eliminated, it will harm the good people

The quiet sunlight shines on the windowsill.

This is a moment of tranquility that Yangguan has seen in a long time.

Inside the building, a girl in a white dress sat quietly at the table, looking out the window in a daze for a long time.

Two long swords, one black and one white, lay flat in front of him.

Suddenly, the girl turned her head slightly as if she had sensed something and looked towards the door beside her.

The door was gently opened, revealing Ye Wuyou's figure.

A gleam of light flashed in those clear eyes, and then the girl asked stutteringly.

"You, why are you here?"

Ye Wuyou did not answer, but raised something in his hand and handed it to Lu Caiwei. It was something wrapped in paper.

Then, he took out a most common low-level talisman and gave it to Lu Caiwei, then pointed at his hand with a smile.

"No, let me show you a magic trick. Use this talisman to light it."

But it is not the answer to the question.

Lu Caiwei didn't know what magic was and her eyes were filled with confusion, but she still did it.

The talisman ignited, sparks flew, and the wrapped tissue was instantly burned, but a bright little flower was exposed inside.

He handed it forward and Lu Caiwei took it. She was slightly stunned and still thinking. Ye Wuyou sat aside naturally.

His eyes gently glanced at the two sharp swords.

Lu Caiwei was looking at the flowers in her hand in a daze, but Xia Anmeng's words rang quietly in her heart.

"Tsk... this brat is sending you flowers. You better be careful, my disciple. Don't agree to anything he says next."

Ye Wuyou's voice sounded at the same time.

"Let me guess, Xia Anmeng is saying something bad about me."

"You, you, you...how do you know?" Lu Caiwei widened her eyes.

Xia Anmeng felt upset. She never expected her disciple to be so stupid.

After getting the confirmation, Ye Wuyou spread his hands and answered without denying it.

"Because I didn't send her flowers."

"Is that so?" Lu Caiwei nodded ignorantly.

She then whispered.

"Then I will give the flowers to Master."

"What a waste! Would I care about a little flower? Master, how could I care? This is yours." Xia Anmeng gritted her teeth in her heart.

"Put it away and put it away, but you are not allowed to take it out in front of me." Xia Anmeng said.

Oh……

After being scolded by Xia Anmeng, Lu Caiwei hung her head and looked a little listless, but she still carefully put the flowers away.

Taking his eyes away from Lu Caiwei, Ye Wuyou tilted his head slightly and turned away, with a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

He didn't know why he felt like laughing, but this feeling was really strange.

It's not because I want to laugh for fun, but because I feel inexplicably happy in my heart.

What do you want to do?

Ah, yes, yes, the inner demon calamity.

No matter how much others say, if you haven't experienced it, you haven't experienced it. As for the inner demon tribulation, Ye Wuyou is a theoretical god at the moment, but I don't know how many points he can get in actual practice.

Besides, he couldn't even find the edge of the inner demon calamity.

So he decided to ask the magical Lu Caiwei.

Lu Caiwei overcame her inner tribulation with the help of her own [narration].

But Ye Wuyou didn't know the details.

How did he get through that? Why was he the other person's inner demon?
"The heart-heart-heart demon calamity..." Lu Caiwei was stunned.

Memories flashed in her eyes. She thought at first, but then her eyes flickered slightly, and she turned her head slightly inadvertently and stopped looking at Ye Wuyou.

How did she get through her inner tribulation?
Only she knows.

That inner tribulation was different from what everyone had described; it was strange, inexplicable, and extremely painful.

That's the feeling of having something precious in your heart destroyed over and over again.

The inner demon calamity is fake, it is just an image in the mind, but so what.

The "false" that cannot be escaped or avoided is the truth.

But only when the consciousness sinks, the inner demons and reality merge, and what stands before the eyes is the figure that has been destroyed countless times in the "falsehood".

All the inner demons and tribulations will naturally disappear.

But how could Lu Caiwei say this?

The little stutterer was hesitant at this moment, his face flushed, his eyes drooped, but he couldn't utter a word.

This time it was Ye Wuyou's turn to look confused.

However, Lu Caiwei's emotions were clearly shown on her face, so Ye Wuyou naturally didn't ask any further questions.

The narrator's words reminded me in my mind.

[Another furnace tripod arrives...]

Ye Wuyou glanced lightly from the corner of his eye and seemed to see a few strands of snow-white hair flashing outside the half-open door, but the latter did not come in. Instead, he hid his figure and breath and peeked outside the door.

Luo Qinghan...

If there were no narration, not to mention Ye Wuyou, even Lu Caiwei would have found it difficult to notice.

Okay, okay, it really is a ghost that lingers. As long as I appear next to Lu Caiwei, this woman will come running in less than a cup of tea.

He changed the subject slightly and asked with a smile.

"Let's not talk about the inner demon tribulation. Why were you in a daze earlier? Weren't you in seclusion to practice?"

"Practice, practice is done."

"So what were you thinking about before?"

Lu Caiwei was silent at first, her fingertips gently extended to the table, stroking the hilt of the sword, and then she frowned slightly.

This time, the little stutterer did not use the cumbersome paper and pen because she knew Ye Wuyou didn't care.

She spoke haltingly, and Ye Wuyou sat quietly beside her, listening.

What Lu Caiwei was thinking about was people.

It's a lot of people.

It is the people injured in the earthquake, it is the tragic scenes seen on the flying boat, it is within Yangguan, even though it is "peaceful" at the moment, there are still countless wounded.

It's a bit funny.

The demon tribe has not been seen in recent days, but during this half month of "peace", the number of people falling ill has increased several times.

It was not a plague or an epidemic, but the energy in the heart relaxed, and the body, which had been running at a high intensity, came to a halt, and all kinds of problems broke out.

Lu Caiwei knew Chuntao.

In the past few days, I have tried to follow Chuntao to treat patients and tried to make medicine for injuries.

But those wound medicines that were refined...

Later, Chuntao sent Lu Caiwei back with a stiff smile.

This made Lu Caiwei a little distressed.

"If I, I, I had the talent of Sister Bailu, I would be able to make medicine to save people."

Bai Lu seems to be very good at making elixirs.

Luo Qinghan, who was eavesdropping outside the door, was stunned.

Who is Bai Lu?

In the room, Ye Wuyou was silent at first, then spoke softly.

“But everyone has their strengths and weaknesses.”

Lu Caiwei really doesn't know how to make elixirs and knows nothing about pharmacology.

It seemed as if all her talents were put into sword practice.

Lu Caiwei looked a little conflicted and hesitant.

"But I only know how to use a sword."

"Any questions?"

"But swords are used to kill people."

"A sword can also be used to save people."

There was a thoughtful look in Lu Caiwei's eyes, while Ye Wuyou sat up straight.

He knew what kind of character the little stutterer was.

He was a guy who would use his own savings to help beggars every time he passed by the streets of Tianlan City.

There are real beggars inside, but there are also many disguised...fake beggars.

Lu Caiwei knew this, and Ye Wuyou also knew that Lu Caiwei knew this, but Lu Caiwei would still do it.

He was a guy in Nanning City. Even if he found a thousand-year-old precious medicine, he would share it with others because of other people's difficulties.

In addition, in this world of cultivation with great personal power, he is also a guy who can say that the strong have responsibilities and should protect the weak.

There is nothing wrong with this.

Just saying it out loud always sounds a bit ridiculous in this world.

But Lu Caiwei did exactly that.

Use the small to see the big, see the small and know the work.

Ye Wuyou knew what kind of person Lu Caiwei was.

In other words, if it weren't for the fact that Little Stutter had this level of cultivation and Xia Anmeng's support, with this kind of temperament, she would have been eaten by the world countless times. But it was precisely because of her extraordinary cultivation and Xia Anmeng that she could still maintain this kind of temperament.

There is no problem. The environment and Master’s teachings can influence a person to a great extent.

To put it in a positive way, he is a kind-hearted person.

But if it is ridiculed with vicious words and put in a storybook, she would be despised as a saint.

If it were in the past, Ye Wuyou would think this was fine, but now... the situation is turbulent.

Apart from demonic disasters, the ones that caused all the impacts... to a greater extent, were natural disasters.

Human power cannot change it.

At least it’s impossible at the current level.

If Lu Caiwei continues to think according to her previous ideas, it will only add to her mental fatigue.

He didn't think he needed to change anything, he just felt that he needed to wake Lu Caiwei up a little.

Ye Wuyou reached out and gently took out a long sword from the table, pulled it out of the scabbard, and placed it flat on the table.

That was the original clear long sword.

The fingertips tapped lightly on the sword, causing bursts of sword sounds.

"Lu Caiwei, why did you practice sword in the first place?" Ye Wuyou asked softly.

"Because... talent." Lu Caiwei pondered.

"Then what's the purpose of practicing sword later?" Ye Wuyou asked step by step.

for what……

Hear this sentence.

Outside the door, a hint of tenderness flashed across the frosty eyes of the woman with snow-white hair. She raised her eyes slightly and looked up at the sky.

There are flocks of birds flying in the blue sky.

Luo Qinghan knows the answer to this question.

Similarly, Lu Caiwei did not think about the answer to this question.

She spoke slowly, but still haltingly.

"The strong should not bully the weak, but should protect him, him, him, and others. This is my sword art."

Ye Wuyou nodded happily, then reached forward and held Lu Caiwei's hand.

He handed the long sword in his hand back to Lu Caiwei.

"That's right, this is saving people."

Unfortunately, Lu Caiwei is a fool. She probably understood some of it, or she always knew something.

But although the words sound nice, they are indeed a bit abstract, and the sword that kills people and the sword that saves people cannot be clearly distinguished.

So the little stutterer was sitting quietly in front of Ye Wuyou, but his eyes were slightly dazed, his mouth was slightly open, and his expression was confused.

Seeing Lu Caiwei's expression made Ye Wuyou's heart move slightly.

He took a deep breath, then chuckled and gave an example.

"Some people are tyrannical, going into the mountains to become bandits, burning, killing, looting, bullying others, doing all kinds of evil, and harming many people. Do you think such people should be killed?"

Perhaps it was because the debuffs were stacked up, and Ye Wuyou's description was extremely bad, so the answer to this question was very simple.

"It's your fault." Lu Caiwei said.

"why?"

"Because he hurt other people."

Ye Wuyou snapped his fingers and nodded.

"Yes, such people will continue to harm others if they don't die, so you kill people to save them."

Lu Caiwei nodded, she knew.

But is that all?

Ye Wuyou decided to give the little stutterer some more explosive material.

The trolley problem is a bit too harsh on a stupid person like Lu Caiwei, Ye Wuyou thought about it and said softly.

"After you kill this man, you find out that he has an 80-year-old mother who is seriously ill and a 3-year-old child who is crying for food. What he did was to treat his mother's illness and to raise the child. If he dies, his mother and child will die. What do you think?"

"Let me tell you in advance. You only found out about this afterwards, and you can't consider helping the old mother and the child because this is not an accident." Ye Wuyou added.

Luo Qinghan, who was outside the door, heard these words, frowned at first, and then a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

She doesn't seem to care about this issue, or rather, her ideas are not limited to this.

But this question was obviously beyond Lu Caiwei's thinking.

The little stutterer was startled at first, then he became visibly embarrassed, with his fingertips crossed in front of him, trembling slightly.

But Lu Caiwei also has a smart side.

She couldn't answer this question for the moment, so she chose to throw the question back to Ye Wuyou.

"You, you, what do you think?"

Lu Caiwei widened her eyes and looked at Ye Wuyou with anticipation.

He's so smart, he must know it.

The corners of Ye Wuyou's mouth twitched. Being stared at with such expectant eyes, how could he refuse?

Even if you don't know, you have to know.

Just as he was about to speak, the voice of the narrator sounded leisurely in his mind.

[Of course we should cut off the roots. These ants will suffer if they stay in the world. If they are lucky enough not to die, they will definitely be a disaster. It is better to kill them all.]

What a piece of shit! Don’t let this bad thing teach my little stutterer bad habits.

Ye Wuyou suppressed the voice in his head, spoke with a smile, and spoke very fluently from the bottom of his heart.

"Of course all..."

The voice stopped abruptly before he finished speaking.

Ye Wuyou stood where he was.

The corners of his eyes trembled slightly, and the fingertips tucked into his sleeves trembled slightly unconsciously.

Damn it.

What on earth are you talking about?
What I said just now was just like someone asking me whether one plus one equals two. I didn't need to think about it at all, and I said it naturally.

It wasn't until the words came out that I realized something was wrong.

No, no, no.

When did my thoughts become like this?

"What's wrong with you?" Lu Caiwei looked at Ye Wuyou in confusion.

He hadn't even said a word just now, why was he just standing there motionless?

After hearing Lu Caiwei's words, Ye Wuyou seemed to come back to his senses. He hesitated for a moment and asked.

"I just said..."

"You, you, what did you say?"

Ye Wuyou finally breathed a sigh of relief.

no big deal.

It didn't matter how he became, there were already enough ghost things on his body. Ye Wuyou had already had psychological expectations, so it wouldn't be strange no matter how he became.

Just don't teach others bad things.

He closed his eyes, opened them again, thought for a moment, and then smiled softly.

"Then he should be killed."

"Can……"

"Nothing to worry about."

Ye Wuyou pointed at the sword in Lu Caiwei's hand, his eyes slightly fixed, and spoke softly.

"I only know that as long as the evil people are not eliminated, they will bring disaster to the good people."

The woman with snow-white hair outside the door listened calmly.

It was hard to tell whether his expression was good or bad, he just shook his head and nodded gently, with a slight curve at the corner of his mouth.

……

Ye Wuyou walked out of the room.

The figure outside the door disappeared at some point.

Ye Wuyou let out a light exclamation, thinking that this guy actually left directly.

That's good too, so I don't have to argue with that woman again when I meet her.

He was about to step away, but then he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.

At the peak of the fifth realm, both the vision and the mind are already extremely powerful.

No detail escapes Ye Wuyou's keen eyes.

He hesitated for a moment and squatted down gently.

He moved his fingertips slightly and picked up a snow-white hair from the ground.

Then, the second one, the third one...

Ye Wuyou scratched his head and wondered if hair loss had nothing to do with his realm?
But it doesn’t matter.

He laughed secretly in his heart.

"Luo Qinghan, you, a woman, eavesdrop every day. Sooner or later, you will become bald."

Ye Wuyou stood up, clapped his hands, turned and left.

(End of this chapter)