My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 439 Qinghan, it’s time to hit the road (6200 words)
Ye Wuyou gently took off the two heads and then threw them to the ground, raising some dust.

The sudden change silenced the other children who were lying on the ground and screaming for a moment. After a brief silence, they started crying even more violently.

But the next moment, the children who had fallen to the ground jumped up again with vigor and ran away at a fast speed without looking back.

After all, they are the young talents of the major families. Although they are still in the process of strengthening their bodies, they have unlimited potential. At this moment, their speed is not much slower than that of those in the first realm.

The figures in the field quickly disappeared completely.

Only two people left.

Luo Qinghan still did not stand up, but just sat slightly leaning against a flower bed behind him. Under his face covered by withered yellow hair, the only eye that could be opened was filled with daze.

She doesn't understand.

Why did I go back to the past?

Why did Ye Wuyou also appear here?

Why can he retain all his cultivation?
The peak of the six realms.

If Luo Qinghan faced the first realm, and the next three realms...

Even if facing other people, he still has the courage to fight, but now he is facing Ye Wuyou.

Nothing is possible.

But Luo Qinghan noticed one thing at this moment.

The "head" taken off by Ye Wuyou just rolled to the ground like a ball.

But not a single drop of blood was spilled.

The cut was like a cross section, and the two men fell to the ground motionless, but strangely there was no trace of blood.

Is it true or false, reality or fantasy?

Luo Qinghan couldn't tell the difference, but she didn't have time to care at the moment.

Because Ye Wuyou was already slowly walking towards her.

In the limited vision that Luo Qinghan had at this moment, she saw the man pause and stand still beside her.

Then, she saw Ye Wuyou bend down slightly and half-kneel in front of her.

She wanted to get up.

But I found that I didn't have the strength to muster any strength.

At the peak of the sixth realm of Tianquan, even without using Qi, just the aura floating around Ye Wuyou was enough to make Luo Qinghan lose his mind.

Only the ignorant can be fearless.

Luo Qinghan knew everything about Ye Wuyou, and in his mind, his current situation was already hopeless.

She tried to struggle, but in the end she found that she was unable to get up, and her body seemed to have lost all strength.

Strength comes from the mind, and when the mind dies, the strength is exhausted.

The man stretched out his big hand towards her.

A trace of confusion flashed through Luo Qinghan's heart.

She didn't understand, nor was she willing to accept it, and she didn't know what Ye Wuyou would do next.

Of course she would be unwilling.

With such a weak and broken body, he can't do anything at the moment. What will happen if he falls into the hands of the opponent?

and many more……

Luo Qinghan's red and swollen eyes, filled with bloodshot, were trembling slightly for some reason.

Have I returned to the past?
If all this were true, if everything could be rewritten, would he...

If there is no me in the future, isn't that exactly what Ye Wuyou wants...

The next moment, the man's big hand gently covered her forehead.

Along with a slightly compassionate word, the fingertips covering Luo Qinghan's forehead glowed slightly.

"How pitiful."

In an instant, the coldness spread throughout Luo Qinghan's entire body from top to bottom.

The bruised, thin arm found strength from nowhere and pushed itself up from the ground. It clenched its fist tightly and raised it slightly.

Luo Qinghan was about to punch out almost subconsciously.

But Ye Wuyou had already stopped and stood up, walking backwards without a trace of reluctance.

This made Luo Qinghan, who had originally planned to fight to the death and attempt to forge his body to reach the sixth realm, an unprecedented and unparalleled feat, stand there in a daze for a moment.

What do you mean?
Why is he gone?

But Luo Qinghan's eyes were slightly stunned, and his vision, which was originally blurred due to the redness and swelling after being beaten, became clear little by little at this moment.

The dirty, dark little hand was still raised at this moment, and the "sand and dust" hidden in the palm of her hand drifted away bit by bit in the wind from the gaps between her fingertips. This was the only "killer move" she could make at the moment.

His fingertips touched his cheek unconsciously.

No pain...

Luo Qinghan then realized that the bruises on his cheeks and body seemed to slowly disappear at this moment.

The bone-chilling chill that just rose from the top of her head and spread throughout her body was actually Ye Wuyou healing her?
Speaking of which, the chill was just a little bit clear.

There was a lot of confusion in the slightly opened delicate eyes. Did Ye Wuyou change his personality? Even if it was not the worst case scenario he thought of, and he didn't kill him, if he fell into the hands of the other party, he would not let him go so easily...

The footsteps suddenly stopped.

Luo Qinghan stopped his useless thinking.

Because Ye Wuyou had already looked back and narrowed his eyes.

Looking at him, he saw a faint smile on that handsome yet calm face.

"Little friend, do you know Luo Qinghan?"

Finally, he added with a smile.

"Because I saw you weren't wearing shoes either, so I asked you one more question, wondering if you knew her."

"I'm looking for her."

Eh?
The sudden words made the little Luo Qinghan freeze in place.

After a long time, Luo Qinghan lowered his eyes slightly, glanced to the side, and the corner of his eyes was looking at his own bare feet.

What do you mean I don't wear shoes...

Luo Qinghan's nose twitched for some reason.

I did wear it at the beginning, but it was always hidden.

I just never wear it again.

She lowered her head, leaned back in place, and spoke in a low voice, her voice as thin as a mosquito.

"I do not know her."

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The brook gurgles and flows through the cracks in the mountain stream. The water flow is small, but it is endless. No one knows where it comes from and where it will eventually flow to.

Luo Qinghan stood beside the stream, staring blankly at the reflection in the water that was rippling from time to time.

Her messy yellow hair was scattered randomly, and her petite face was stained with dirt due to wind and sun. Her thin figure was completely different from her proud body in the past. Her body was flat from front to back, and even her clothes were covered with wrinkles and dust. She didn't look like the former Holy Maiden of the Five Elements Sect at all.

The cuffs had long been torn and tattered, revealing the thin arms. The fingertips were filled with dirt and dust and turned black. At this moment, the little hands seemed a little restless as they clenched the torn sleeves on both sides.

People often say that girls change a lot when they grow up, but Luo Qinghan didn't take it seriously before.

But when I saw myself like this when I was young, I realized the weight of these words.

Not like.

Nothing like it.

At this moment, let alone Ye Wuyou, even Luo Qinghan himself doesn’t recognize himself.

At this moment, this is no longer Luo Qinghan, he is clearly like a little beggar on the street.

Except for the encounter with Lu Caiwei, the rest of this experience had long been buried deep in her mind, as if she subconsciously didn't want to recall it. She subconsciously chose to [forget].

After a long time, she suddenly burst into laughter, then just lay down beside the stream and buried her face deeply in the water.

The cool and even biting water washed over the ends of her hair, taking away some dry yellow dust, and also made her nerves tense, making her feel a little more sober.

The water in the mountains is very cold.

Luo Qinghan shuddered and quickly raised his head from the stream, taking deep breaths, but even his inhalation was trembling.

Luo Qinghan, who used to be fearless of the severe cold and often practiced in cold ponds, and whose magical powers allowed him to be accompanied by ice and snow, felt extremely cold at this moment.

The biting cold made her sober, but physical fatigue also followed.

Sleepiness, hunger, and fatigue flooded my heart.

How long has it been since I felt hungry and sleepy...

Luo Qinghan suddenly realized that these feelings that he had never experienced in the past as a sixth realm realm were so annoying at this moment.

But then she suddenly shook her head, looked into the distance, and her young eyes showed thought.

How exactly is this done?
The strangeness of [Time Zero] had puzzled Luo Qinghan before. He was unable to cancel Time Zero at that time, but where did the current changes come from?

What did Ye Wuyou do at that time to break the deadlock?

This could only be the result, because he had also come here and even appeared in front of him.

But I didn’t recognize myself…

Luo Qinghan suddenly found it a little ridiculous and she sneered subconsciously.

The laughter in this body sounded childish.

What b movement.

Luo Qinghan immediately covered his mouth and kept silent, his eyes showing some annoyance.

Naturally, she did not return to the "school" or the house that belonged to her.

I am an adult, how can I hang out with those brats?

Besides, the mountain is already in chaos, right? Going back would only add to the trouble.

But she didn't know where to go.

So she simply walked towards the mountain.

She walked, thinking hard.

Luo Qinghan felt that he didn't belong here.

Even though this is my own "past".

But the past is the past, whether good or bad, what she wants is the future.

"Is this real or an illusion... If it is an illusion, I can't even tell the slightest bit."

“And I can be sure that I myself exist.”

"But if it is true, then why didn't those two people bleed before..."

"I really went back to the past? But if that's the case... there can't be two Ye Wuyou."

A mysterious area?
Both true and false.

Luo Qinghan could no longer distinguish between fantasy and reality.

But she was very clear about one thing.

I can't stay here.

She had to find a way to go back, back to Beiyuan, to fulfill the bet that had never come to fruition.

She wants to win!
But what method can be used?

Luo Qinghan was at a loss for a moment. Although she had some knowledge about the weirdness, she was no longer able to compare with Ye Wuyou at the moment.

She could only think randomly while moving forward along the mountain path.

The mountain road was long, and Luo Qinghan didn't know how far he had walked or how long he had walked.

But when the sun sets and the moon rises, the clear sky is replaced by a sky full of stars.

As she moved forward, her vision became wider and wider. The scenic peaks and cliffs came into her sight little by little. In addition, there was the beautiful mountain scenery reflected in the night.

There was a slight pause in his steps.

She finally reached the top of the mountain.

Click, click...

The dry wood was burned by the flames, making slight crackling sounds.

The moonlight and firelight mixed together, reflecting everything clearly in front of us in the dark night sky.

There was a man sitting quietly on the cliff ahead overlooking everything.

He did not sit cross-legged, but sat casually, with his arms lightly resting on his knees, casual and free.

He looks relaxed, facing the heaven and earth.

Luo Qinghan's eyes suddenly became dazed, but then he dodged, his eyes drooped slightly, his body became even stiffer, and he took a step back, as if he was going to turn around and run away the next moment.

But a light voice came from the cliff ahead.

"You again?"

The words were gentle, without any oppression, but they seemed to carry some kind of restriction, preventing Luo Qinghan from moving an inch.

But Luo Qinghan knew that Ye Wuyou actually did nothing.

This is just the pressure that I put on myself.

calm down.

He didn't realize that he was Luo Qinghan.

But why can't he see himself?

This is impossible.

No, maybe, Ye Wuyou is stupid.

After comforting himself, Luo Qinghan hesitated for a moment and tried to reply.
There was a discordant sound coming from my lower abdomen.

Luo Qinghan's expression froze for a moment, then he lowered his head, kept breathing in, and covered his lower abdomen tightly with his hands.

Ye Wuyou still had his back to her, but after hearing the voice, he seemed stunned for a moment, then turned his head slightly, a hint of depth flashed in his eyes, and said with interest.

"Are you hungry? Come and sit over here."

As he spoke, Ye Wuyou pointed to the roasted rabbit meat next to the small campfire.

This……

"The mountain road is very dangerous at night. Even in one night, you can't walk back down the mountain." Ye Wuyou looked at the dark mountain road behind Luo Qinghan and slowly comforted him.

The hesitation in Luo Qinghan's eyes gradually turned into determination.

In this past where the truth and falsehood are unknown, I am real.

He currently had no cultivation base, so whether he wanted to fill his stomach or find a way back, he had to come into contact with Ye Wuyou.

Besides, he didn't realize it was me.

What are you afraid of? There's nothing to be afraid of.

After comforting himself and sorting out his thoughts, Luo Qinghan finally walked to Ye Wuyou's side, looked straight ahead, put his hands around his knees, and sat down quietly.

Glancing at the bonfire from the corner of her eye, she swallowed and didn't reach for it.

Rabbits are so cute, why should we eat them?

So Ye Wuyou took out a bamboo stick, threaded it and handed it to the other party.

The aroma of the food passed before his eyes, stimulating every nerve of Luo Qinghan.

How could a young child resist such temptation? Moreover, she was really hungry and extremely tired.

She was a little reserved at first, chewing in small bites, but eventually she started to bite the slightly burnt rabbit meat in big mouthfuls.

Rabbit is really delicious.

Ye Wuyou looked at Luo Qinghan beside him, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

But he didn't say anything, just took out a pot of fine wine and drank it alone.

"Cough cough..."

A rapid and violent cough was heard from the side, and the thin cheeks illuminated by the firelight were a little red at the moment.

Luo Qinghan was still holding a rabbit leg in his hand. His thin lips, which looked dull during the day, were now greasy, but his cheeks were plump and bulging.

Eat, eat too fast...

Luo Qinghan coughed violently, then looked around anxiously. Seeing the bottle of wine that Ye Wuyou placed next to him, he took it with one hand without hesitation or words.

Luo Qinghan gulped the wine down in small gulps, and the wine dripped from the corners of her mouth.

Her expression finally relaxed.

The man's inquiring voice came from the side.

"Is it delicious?"

Luo Qinghan was stunned for a moment. When Ye Wuyou asked her to comment, she almost subconsciously answered.

"That's it..."

But before she could finish her words, she added in a low voice.

“It’s… quite delicious.”

Be natural, be natural.

He doesn’t know that I am Luo Qinghan, so don’t mistake him for Ye Wuyou.

But Ye Wuyou seemed a little surprised by this answer.

"Is it delicious?"

"I just tried a rabbit head. To be honest, it's not tasty at all if it's roasted without seasoning. But I can't cook. Even with seasoning, it won't taste good."

"But the only thing I know how to make is cola chicken wings. Cook them over high heat until the sauce thickens. They're really delicious, but there's no cola..."

Ye Wuyou sighed slightly.

Luo Qinghan's eyes looked strange.

Who understands what you say?
But she has gotten used to it. Ye Wuyou often says words that she doesn't understand, but she can roughly understand what he means by listening.

I was really hungry, so of course anything would taste good.

Thinking of this, Luo Qinghan took another sip of wine.

A young child of seven or eight years old was holding a huge wine jug and drinking wine in a skillful and carefree manner.

Ye Wuyou looked at it, smiled lightly, and took out another pot of tea to drink.

The two of them sat on the edge of the cliff, leaning against the campfire, looking at the endless night view in front of them, and drinking alone.

"Why do they bully you?" Ye Wuyou suddenly asked.

Luo Qinghan thought about it and responded.

“They hate me.”

His voice was as clear as a child's, but his tone was nonchalant.

Perhaps it was because of a few gulps of wine, Luo Qinghan's originally tense expression now became a little more casual, and the previous flush on his cheeks now turned into a slightly drunken red under the reflection of the firelight.

Luo Qinghan can drink, but in his current state, he can't drink much.

"Then why do they hate you?"

This question made Luo Qinghan frown.

Obviously, this question touched on something she didn't want to mention or think about.

but……

Luo Qinghan burped, and then spoke angrily.

"If you hate me, then you hate me. You just can't stand me. There's no need for so many reasons."

"Do I bully you because I hate you?" Ye Wuyou said.

"Really? Really? Well, I don't care anyway."

“You don’t care, but it’s wrong to bully others just because you hate them.” Ye Wuyou nodded slightly.

"I don't think it's right either, but who cares? That's how it is."

Luo Qinghan held his chin with his hand and looked at the mountain scenery ahead.

His eyes were cloudy from being drunk, but also had a sense of indifference.

"So do you hate them?" Ye Wuyou asked.

"Hate? Ha, they are not worth my hate. I won't take these little brats seriously at all."

Luo Qinghan responded casually, but his voice was a little unclear.

The wine jug fell from the other person's little hand to the ground, rolling with a clanging sound, but not a drop of wine flowed out, obviously it was empty.

Ye Wuyou smiled, looked ahead, and said thoughtfully.

"So is there anyone you hate?"

“Yes.”

Why did your voice become a baby voice?
Ye Wuyou's eyes were filled with surprise for a moment, and he shook his head slightly and said.

"Will you bully people you hate?"

Luo Qinghan was silent for a moment after this question, and then responded with a chuckle.

"Yes."

But then she shook her head and explained vaguely.

"But this, this, this is different."

"What's the difference?" Ye Wuyou was curious for the first time.

Luo Qinghan tilted his head, feeling his body a little heavy. He looked at the stars in the sky, thought for a while, and said.

"It's different. It's completely different from how those brats hate me."

Ye Wuyou raised his eyebrows and said nothing more.

The mountain breeze was a little chilly in the evening, but Ye Wuyou didn't care. He just felt that the cold wind on the cliff made him feel comfortable.

But Luo Qinghan couldn't bear it.

At this moment, he was unconscious, his body curled up, and he sat closer and closer to the campfire.

Her clothes were now thin and torn, she had no cultivation, and she was in a daze after drinking.

Besides, Luo Qinghan was not wearing shoes.

The palms of my hands and feet felt increasingly cold.

A light voice came from the side, which woke up Luo Qinghan, whose head had been drooping little by little.

"You'll catch a cold."

She squinted and saw Ye Wuyou taking out some clothes from somewhere.

"Get some clothes."

Ok?
Luo Qinghan narrowed her eyes, then rubbed the corners of her eyes with her small hands, and her blurred vision gradually became clear.

The next moment, her face, which was already flushed due to being slightly drunk, became even redder. She pointed at Ye Wuyou with a look of disbelief.

"This, this, this..."

What Luo Qinghan was pointing at was a black gauze dress as thin as a cicada's silk, with gemstones embellishing the chest and abdomen, and just a strand of silk hanging on the shoulders.

Not to mention whether the size of the clothes is suitable for you.

But can this also be called clothes?
Even more torn than the rag I'm wearing!

Ye Wuyou also reacted, calmly put away the black silk veil, and explained in a light voice.

"You got the wrong one. This is what I prepared for my wife."

wife?

Who?
Lu Caiwei?
Luo Qinghan really wanted to ask.

But Ye Wuyou didn't explain much.

This is indeed the clothes I bought for Bai Lu.

But he bought three sets, one each in black, white and red.

It can be worn by one person or three people together.

in case the emergency.

Then, Ye Wuyou took out a relatively formal piece of clothing.

A snow-white skirt and jacket with sword-like patterns on it that looked like dragons and snakes.

This was bought exclusively for Lu Caiwei.

It is said that this is the favorite style of the Great Flame Sword Master during the autumn and winter seasons.

Luo Qinghan took it silently and put it on.

But she is still too young. The jacket that fits Lu Caiwei's body shape becomes like a quilt when she wears it.

But it’s definitely not cold anymore.

After eating and drinking, Luo Qinghan seemed tired and just sat quietly on the edge of the cliff.

Is this still Ye Wuyou...

I had been arguing with him before, and for some reason, Luo Qinghan never got tired of it.

They stopped arguing, but she felt that Ye Wuyou was very strange and something was wrong.

But at the moment, it seems like nothing.

The other party has indeed changed a bit, but he still seems to be Ye Wuyou.

So, is it me who is wrong?

She stood up with difficulty, took a few steps forward, stood on the edge of the cliff, facing the cold mountain wind, and looked into the distance.

The snow-white coat was blown by the wind and swayed gently. The dragon-and-snake-like sword-shaped seemed to come alive at this moment.

If he were a few inches taller and wielded a sword, he would look like an intimidating swordsman.

Looking at the darkness and stars in the distance, Luo Qinghan was stunned and speechless.

She had no other thoughts in her mind at the moment, just a simple sigh.

Very beautiful scenery.

A soft voice came from behind.

"It is late."

Luo Qinghan nodded silently.

Yes, it’s late, it’s so late.

Do you want to sleep?

I can stay here for one night, but where will I go tomorrow?
Should I confess to him?

pat.

Luo Qinghan's eyes were slightly startled.

The big hands were now pressing gently on her shoulders.

The cold wind was howling, but the words coming from behind were calm and gentle.

But it made her feel as if she was on the edge of an icy abyss for a moment.

"I treated you to the finest wine, and you dressed like a swordsman."

"Qinghan, it's time to get going."

(End of this chapter)