My practice narration is weird.

Let’s go back a little bit in time.

Ripples appeared on the calm lake surface, and the boat stopped in the lake and no longer moved forward.

At this moment, He Ling put down the oar in his hand, sat on the bow, and looked at the girl in front of him.

He Ling's always calm voice now had a hint of doubt.

"Have I seen you before?"

Lu Caiwei was a little surprised and confused when she was suddenly asked the question.

What was surprising was that the river spirit spoke.

From the moment she boarded the boat, she rowed the boat by herself without saying a word.

She was a stutterer, and since He Ling didn't speak, she couldn't say anything either.

What is puzzling is the other party's question.

Lu Caiwei looked at the illusory river spirit in front of her that kept changing its shape and shook her head.

"No, no, I haven't seen it." She responded stutteringly.

Haven’t you seen it?

After a moment, the spirit of Luo River nodded.

He Ling's gaze fell on the girl. He looked at her silently for a few seconds, and finally glanced at the sword in the girl's hand imperceptibly.

After that, it was the same dialogue that was repeated by everyone.

But this time, He Ling did not speak sparingly, but was extremely detailed.

He even explained to Lu Caiwei why precious things were needed as talismans.

"People can establish contracts with each other, and with demons, because they exist objectively, but what is a paradise?"

"The blessed land sounds mysterious, but it is actually very simple. It is just the soil under our feet."

“Establishing a connection with this land requires more than just a piece of paper.”

"The Lord of the Blessed Land is an illusory position. How do you think we should establish a connection with Luo He?"

He Ling Aba Aba said a lot of things to Lu Caiwei.

For some reason, among all the people who had stepped into the Luo River, Xiao He Ling had a slight liking for the girl in front of him.

It even made some exceptions and explained these explicit and implicit rules to the other party...

"Master, what did he say?"

Xia Anmeng said lightly in her heart.

"I don't know. This question is beyond the scope of my question."

Lu Caiwei's IQ is not very ideal either.

Faced with He Ling's general talk, the little stutterer vaguely realized that the other party seemed to want to tell her something.

but she……

"Ah?" The little stutterer looked confused.

"How do you think humans should establish a connection with this imaginary Luo River and the soil beneath our feet?" He Ling asked patiently.

Lu Caiwei pondered for a while.

"No, no, no..."

He Ling was silent for a moment before he sighed and spoke slowly.

"Choose the most precious item of yours as a talisman, and bury it deep in the Luo River. The more precious it becomes to you, the closer your connection with the Luo River will be..."

"The evil spirit is just a bridge to build a connection..."

“It’s really that simple.”

But Lu Caiwei's eyes were filled with hesitation and confusion.

Zuo Qiuliang's reaction at that time was to immediately choose something precious.

Luo Qinghan's reaction was to ask what the meaning of this was and what the precious things were?
After careful consideration, Ye Wuyou decided to give up this unreasonable and inexplicable choice.

Lu Caiwei didn't think as much as they did, but she vaguely felt that this was a bit strange.

"I, I, I don't have anything that can be used as a talisman."

"some."

"Eh?"

He Ling said calmly.

"After ten breaths, if you don't choose, I will make the choice for you."

Xia Anmeng's words rang in Lu Caiwei's mind.

"Don't be afraid. Now that we've come this far, it doesn't hurt to give it a try."

Xia Anmeng's voice naturally carried a hint of consolation, and a hint of vague sadness.

Of course, she hopes that her apprentice can achieve greater success.

For this reason, Xia Anmeng even made a certain choice.

"Even if the final choice is to be a teacher..."

Isn’t the most precious thing about Lu Caiwei to her herself?
But Lu Caiwei was very confused when she heard Xia Anmeng talking to herself.

"Master, what are you saying..."

"Don't worry about me, Master. Don't worry. This journey is wonderful..."

"Ah?" "Isn't it? Isn't your teacher precious to you?"

Seeing Lu Caiwei's reaction, Xia Anmeng suddenly became anxious.

Lu Caiwei was stunned for a long time before she realized what her master meant.

In order to comfort Xia Anmeng, Lu Caiwei hurriedly said.

"Don't worry, Master, it's definitely not yours."

"Master, why aren't you talking?"

"Master, Master?"

"It's okay. I just want to be alone."

Xia Anmeng was speechless.

Faced with He Ling's words and her master's persuasion, the girl's eyes became more and more conflicted. She inadvertently took a step back and then clenched the sword in her hand.

This is the sword that Ye Wuyou found for her.

Stammering words came out of her mouth.

"Everything else is fine, but this sword is not..."

A slight sigh came from my mind.

After a pause, Lu Caiwei seemed to remember something and quickly added.

"My Master, I can't do that either."

The little river spirit did not respond, but remained silent, as if counting down on the side.

Seeing this scene, Lu Caiwei was slightly stunned, looked around, and then looked at herself.

She finally whispered.

"I give up……"

The same words came out of her mouth as Ye Wuyou's.

He Ling was a little surprised.

He did not refuse, nor did he say much. He just took a step forward, walked in front of Lu Caiwei, and his eyes fell on the long sword that the other party was holding tightly in her hand.

"Do you think I will choose this sword?"

Lu Caiwei nodded.

At this moment, He Ling's body suddenly became dispersed, as if he had suffered some kind of blow, but after a moment he condensed into a human form again.

The illusory face was a little stiff, but there was a strange gleam in those eyes, carrying the vicissitudes of time, as if it could see things that others could not see.

For example, the importance of that ordinary long sword in Lu Caiwei's heart.

This is the innate magical power that belongs only to the Luo River Spirit.

The little river spirit's body dispersed for a moment, but soon gathered again.

Its expression was a little gloomy, but it still spoke slowly.

"I can see that this sword is really precious to you. Using it as a talisman is enough."

"Eh."

Xia Anmeng, who was originally emo alone, became active in Lu Caiwei's heart again after hearing this.

"Just this sword? Then give it to it. What are you hesitating about? Just throw it into the lake."

"So what if Ye Wuyou found it? He's not dead. How about asking him to give you another one later?"

"Not really, my disciple. That brat only returned your sword to you, and nothing else. I will help you talk to him after we get out."

Lu Caiwei didn't say anything, but just clenched her palms.

He Ling had no idea about the conversation between Xia Anmeng and Lu Caiwei.

"Do you want to give up?" He Ling asked.

Lu Caiwei was about to nod, but out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of something slowly sinking beneath the calm surface of the lake.

It was a bloody long sword that looked very familiar to her.

It’s Ye Wuyou’s knife.

Lu Caiwei was stunned and just took a step forward.

But the long sword in his hand suddenly flew out of his hand uncontrollably.

It just turned lightly in the air and fell straight into the water.

thump.

Two waves rose up on the lake one after another.

It was Lu Caiwei who followed the sword light and jumped into the lake.

He Ling didn't say anything.

Just turned his head and looked aside.

The gray-robed swordsman was now standing on the bow of the ship, with his fingertips just lowered.

Facing the gaze from He Ling, he just smiled faintly without giving any explanation.

"You've crossed the line..."

"I am already dying, do you think I care about these things?" (End of this chapter)