My practice narration is weird.

"I failed?"

"No, what did I do that I failed?"

"Then...then give me back my Wind-Fixing Bead!"

"What! Can't pay it back?"

Zuoqiu Liang’s defense was broken.

He covered his broken arm and stared at the figure in front of him, disbelief in his eyes.

What a joke!
He clearly followed the other party's words and took out his most precious treasure.

And after repeated confirmation and obtaining the other party's approval, he threw the thing into the lake as a so-called "talisman".

This should just be the beginning, right?

Zuo Qiu Liangben was still waiting for the other party to tell him what to do next.

But what I got was a ruthless "failure".

"Now, just pick up the token from before, and you can leave on your own."

His voice paused slightly.

"Of course, now that you've come this far, you can stay here for now and wait for everything to be over."

"If you want what's yours, you can go into this lake and look for it."

Into the lake?
What responded to him were Zuo Qiuliang's furious voice and a fierce magical power.

"Are you kidding me!"

The energy surged, and it passed directly through the river spirit and hit the surface of the lake.

The originally calm lake surface was now surging with waves.

And among the waves, there seemed to be strands of black shadows.

Countless dark figures appeared under the boat. Those figures looked like humans, but they were struggling and twisted, which was frightening.

But those dark figures had no arms.

Just like a mermaid without both arms.

Therefore, none of them could step onto the boat.

Those black mermaid shadows exude a strange aura.

If it were possible to step into this lake, Zuo Qiuliang would have done so long ago.

Zuo Qiuliang's expression gradually became gloomy, but the spirit of Luo River just glanced at him indifferently, and then disappeared on the spot.

"I did everything you said, how could I fail? Why!"

But he was the only one left on the wupeng boat.

And that indifferent voice came again.

“Not precious enough.”

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"To enter the Luo River, you need to throw a talisman into this lake."

The Thing That Awakens...

There was a thoughtful look in Luo Qinghan's eyes.

There were teeth marks on the right arm.

So Luo Qinghan is extremely calm now.

After hearing He Ling's words, Luo Qinghan did not ask questions like Zuo Qiuliang, but asked in confusion.

“What’s the point of this?”

Luo Qinghan couldn't help but feel confused.

For her, stepping into Luo River was really a coincidence.

Unlike the others, the token fell directly on her.

While she was still confused, she was forced to fight with others.

Afterwards, she stepped into Luo River. In that passage, she could not understand a single word. All the words were translated by the gray-robed swordsman. She didn't know whether they were true or false, and how much was hidden.

After that, there were all kinds of experiences, yin and yang transformations, and cognitive distortions...

Everything she had experienced was caused by disputes between people, but she did not encounter anything in the Luo River.

And now I am sitting on this boat.

Luo Qinghan didn't know that the gray-robed swordsman had already removed all obstacles for them in order to save time.

She just felt that despite the bizarre experiences along the way, it was a little too smooth.

Now the river spirit asked her to throw in an talisman without saying a word, and she finally couldn't help asking.

He Ling’s answer was very direct.

"Meaning? There is no meaning. It has been like this since ancient times."

"I will throw you, whom I regard as the most precious being, into it as a talisman. If everything goes well, you will be the master of the Luo River."

"Within ten breaths, you make the choice. After ten breaths, if you don't take it, I will help you take it."

Luo Qinghan was slightly stunned, but then asked again.

“How do you know everything went well?”

"I can't remember clearly, but success is success, failure is failure..."

Luo Qinghan was not surprised by this answer.

She had tried to ask the river some questions before, but without exception, the river either responded with silence or simply forgot what it was saying.

It's useless to ask.

Luo Qinghan shook his head slightly, but still did not move.

"Precious things... I don't have anything precious."

Luo Qinghan has been practicing Buddhism until now without using any magic tools, weapons, or any treasures.

The river spirit suddenly asked her to throw away something precious, and she really didn't know what she could regard as a treasure.

He Ling shook her head slightly at this moment and looked at Luo Qinghan.

"You can't board this ship without something precious."

This made Luo Qinghan curious.

"When I stepped into the Luo River, I had nothing on me, but you said I had?"

She was wearing nothing but a plain dress.

She was really curious about what the other person was saying.

He Ling remained silent and just counted ten breaths silently.

next moment.

Under Luo Qinghan's stunned gaze, her right arm broke off at the shoulder and fell into the lake.

The broken end of his right arm was now extremely smooth, without a trace of blood.

But what does this mean...

"What kind of precious thing is this!" Luo Qinghan gritted his teeth and asked the river spirit with a hint of confusion in his voice.

He Ling's voice was flat.

"It doesn't count, then..."

But before he could finish his words, Luo Qinghan suddenly turned around and jumped into the lake with a splash.

The previously calm lake surface suddenly turned pitch black in an instant.

Countless dark figures like swimming fish appeared underwater in an instant and surrounded the woman who fell into the water.

He Ling stood at the bow, holding up the oar, and watched the scene silently.

“It looks quite precious.”

The lake was rippling slightly.

Those were the ripples caused by Luo Qinghan jumping into the lake just now.

But the ripples are slowly dissipating.

The lake gradually became calm.

Another moment passed.

"Failed."

He Ling said this to himself, then he paddled the boat and left alone.

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"Throw your precious existence into it as a talisman. If everything goes well, you will be the master of the Luo River."

"Within ten breaths, you make the choice. After ten breaths, if you don't take it, I will help you take it."

Still the same indifferent words came out of He Ling's mouth.

It’s just that the object of the narration has changed.

"There is something wrong with your words."

Ye Wuyou was puzzled by He Ling's words.

"What's the problem?" He Ling said lightly.

Ye Wuyou frowned slightly and spoke confidently.

"This is a huge problem. If something is really so precious, how could people just throw it into the lake? If something is thrown into the lake, it obviously cannot be called a precious thing. This is a problem of concept."

"If I really choose, does that mean I will fail no matter how valuable the item I take out is?"

“Because value doesn’t mean precious?”

The river spirit said nothing and just remained silent.

Ye Wuyou shook his head and counted on his fingers.

"If that's all you said, I can still think about it. You probably want people to make some kind of choice in the position of the Lord of Luo River? Like what you gain means what you lose."

"But obviously that's not what you meant."

"Because you said the second sentence alone. Ten breaths later, you came to help others make a choice. This makes me feel strange."

"Items that you choose to discard are definitely not valuable enough. Well, if it takes longer, it's fine, but if you decide to discard something within ten breaths, it obviously doesn't count."

He Ling spoke, neither confirming nor denying, just glanced at Ye Wuyou and then said.

"I'm going to start the timer."

Ye Wuyou didn't care and just continued with his previous words.

"If you make a choice yourself, you will fail immediately. Now you must make the choice."

"But I'm curious about how you choose, or how you determine what a person considers precious?"

"Just like me, I have a lot of stuff on me, but I can tell you for sure that there is nothing I cannot give up, and naturally it cannot be called precious."

He Ling shook his head slightly.

"The fact that you can board this ship means that you are precious enough, but you just don't realize it..."

These words made Ye Wuyou slightly stunned, and there was even a hint of deep thought in his eyes.

He was a little alert.

Do you have anything precious now?
The knife in his hand? Or the chains? Or the tattered clothes? If I had to say it, it would be the diary.

But the value of that booklet recording the past events was merely important in Ye Wuyou's heart.

It is not considered precious.

None of this matters.

[This lowly river spirit is still as stupid as before. His irresponsible words are purely misleading. He refuses to kneel down when he sees you. He is truly a treacherous beast.]

[How ridiculous! What is precious or not is nothing but a false definition of the world. What is honey to you is poison to others. What others consider as treasures is nothing but utensils in your eyes. And what you consider as tattered things is a treasure in the eyes of others...]

[No matter what this beast takes, you don't need to care, just wait]

[You should be the master of this blessed land]

The narration kept clamoring in Ye Wuyou's mind.

Ye Wuyou's head hurt from the noise and his brows were furrowed, but in the end, he still made a decision.

The choice is not to make this choice.

If Luo Qinghan stepped into Luo River, he would feel many doubts.

Then Ye Wuyou's doubts are just as many as Luo Qinghan's.

It was all too abrupt.

At this moment, he raised his eyes slightly, looked at the spirit of the Luo River, and spoke seriously.

"I give up……"

There was a sudden buzzing in my mind.

[You no longer hesitate, and immediately enter the second level of the Wuxiang Heart Sutra...]

Ye Wuyou's eyes flickered slightly as he looked at the river spirit in front of him, and the solemnity on his expression suddenly disappeared.

The man smiled calmly with a hint of smile on his lips, then leaned on the deck leisurely and calmly.

"I am very curious. I don't even know what is precious to me. How can you, a Yunding River Spirit, be precious to me?"

He Ling seemed surprised, but still said nothing.

After ten breaths.

He Ling looked at Ye Wuyou.

Small waves splashed on the surface of the lake.

Ye Wuyou was leaning on the edge of the boat. Hearing the sound of something being thrown into the lake, his eyes paused slightly, then slowly moved towards his hands.

The blood-red sword that should have been tightly held in his hand disappeared at this moment.

This is the precious thing that belongs to me, but now it is regarded as a so-called talisman?

The blood-red sword is easy to use. It would be a real pity if it were lost.

Ye Wuyou thought about it, turned around and asked He Ling.

"You lost my knife?"

"Yeah." Xiao He Ling hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"Should we pick it up then?"

Ye Wuyou stood up and looked at the seemingly calm lake.

Beneath the calm water surface, there are undercurrents.

"Yeah." Xiao He Ling responded subconsciously.

Ye Wuyou nodded.

Then the boat fell into silence for a long time.

"Didn't you say you would pick it up?" Xiao He Ling asked puzzledly.

Ye Wuyou glanced sideways slightly, but looked at the other person with more doubt.

"Pick it up?" he asked.

"Correct."

Ye Wuyou smiled, stretched out his hand, and touched the lake surface with his fingertips.

"You mean, I should go down to the lake and pick it up?"

if not?
Shouldn't this be your precious thing?

He Ling turned his eyes from the lake and subconsciously wanted to respond.

But what came towards him was the huge oar held in the man's hand.

There is a golden chain wrapped around the oar.

The incorporeal river spirit was suddenly struck hard at this moment, and its entire body disintegrated from its human form and turned into a twisted, fluctuating mist.

Why could he hit me?
But He Ling's thinking was fruitless.

The man responded with a peaceful smile.

"You lost my knife, and instead of apologizing to me, you asked me to pick it up? How can that be justified?"

The sound of chains whipping rang out in the heart of the river.

It was the half golden chain seized from Feng Xinling. At this moment, it made a clang and was swung straight in the air, hitting it straight on the body.

What on earth is that golden chain!
Xiao He Ling just took a look, but felt a sense of familiarity in his mind.

It seems like someone has whipped it like this before...

But this familiar feeling turned into pain and dissipated before he could even think about it.

The once extremely powerful sacred tree spirits had no power to resist under these chains.

Wood spirits are spirits, and river spirits are also spirits.

The river spirit was whipped by the chains and his body was twisted on the boat, but in the end he could only respond angrily.

"I, I am this blessed land, the will of this soil. You can't kill me."

The waving chain paused in the air for a moment.

Then came the man's voice with a hint of surprise.

"That's great. If I can't kill him, I'll beat him to death."

At this moment, the little river spirit's body completely collapsed and turned into a blue round creature, but it was a spherical creature with two eyes and two hands, jumping on the ground to avoid the chains.

Xiao Heling's voice came through tremblingly.

"This is a choice you made..."

"Really? But I don't think it's that precious. Look, I wanted to hit you, but I didn't go down to pick up the knife."

"Oh, by the way, what's the situation? My evil spirit has been thrown into the bottom of the lake. Should I become your master now?"

Ye Wuyou shook his arm lightly, and the chain in his hand became like a flying windmill, making a whistling sound.

But Xiao Heling's voice came again, with a hint of roar.

"It's not a knife!"

"Ok?"

"It's not a knife!"

Ye Wuyou looked puzzled. He squatted down slightly and looked at the weak little river spirit.

"What is it?"

The little river spirit was weak at the moment and did not respond. He just stretched out his short arm and pointed forward.

Ye Wuyou followed the other person's finger and looked to the side.

Just like the scene that appeared when boarding the ship, the surrounding space seemed to be distorted into a mirror.

The lake seemed to be divided into two.

The mirror on the other side reflects exactly the same scene.

Wupeng boat.

And the river spirit standing at the bow.

And the different figures.

A flash of blood flashed across the lake.

Looking at the familiar blood-red sword reflected in the lake.

The girl's eyes froze slightly.

Plop.

Lu Caiwei leaped into the lake.

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The boat was quietly parked in the middle of the lake.

At this moment, Ye Wuyou put down the oar in his hand, sat on the bow, and looked at the little river spirit beside him with a leisurely look.

"I remember now that there was some ambiguity in what you said just now."

"I regard this existence as precious... How can it be used to refer to a person?"

"Let her be my evil spirit, haha."

Ye Wuyou tapped the deck with his fingertips and spoke calmly to Xiao He Ling.

The voice was calm and smiling.

"Do you think she is precious to me?"

The little river spirit was silent.

"Do you think I care about her life or death?"

The little river spirit remained silent.

"Do you think that she is my precious thing, and I would go down to get that stupid stutterer?"

Xiao He Ling didn't dare to speak.

It vaguely felt that it seemed to have judged something wrong.

The Ye Wuyou in front of him was completely different from before...

It's like the sacred tree has an instinctive ability to [suppress].

The little river spirit can see many things. This is its unique talent and also the instinct of the spirit of Luohe blessed land.

In its judgment, the woman was indeed his precious thing.

But why does the other party seem to not care at all?

However, according to the rules of the blessed land, the other party should be the master of the blessed land.

He should be his own master...

As long as Ye Wuyou waits for the woman to completely transform into a cursed object in the lake that can suppress the strange underwater monsters in the Luo River, he will be able to control this blessed land.

But when he thought about what might happen to him in the future, and the long chain whip in the other party's hand that could restrain him.

Little He Ling didn't know what to say.

But Ye Wuyou in front of him yawned at this moment, then slowly stood up, and then another chain hit him hard.

A cold and chilling voice came from the man's mouth.

"Congratulations, you guessed it right." (End of this chapter)