My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 50 Another Self in the World

In the final analysis, there are only two questions that Ye Wuyou wants to know now.

"You ask me what is weird?"

Lu Qingshan looked relaxed and was not surprised by this question. Instead, he made himself a cup of tea, then another one and motioned Ye Wuyou to sit down.

The tea was good, but Ye Wuyou didn't have the mind to savor it carefully because he was in a hurry.

But facing the warden in front of him who seemed amiable but could actually kill him with one punch, Ye Wuyou still had the patience to wait.

After all, since I'm here, I can always ask clearly. Why would I waste a little time on this?
A gentle breeze blew, rolling up a few pages of the book. Ye Wuyou glanced at it unconsciously and saw some beautiful illustrations with a hint of spring.

The wind stopped, and I looked at the cover page again - "Tianya Fenghua Lu - Nongyu Chapter"

Ye Wuyou quickly retracted his gaze, picked up the tea and took a sip, thinking of the rumor that the warden was already in his forties, but still had no family, no children...

An old scholar in his 40s or 50s still reading these? No wonder he can't find a wife.

Lu Qingshan's expression remained calm, and he did not seem to feel embarrassed about being caught in this scene. He moved the book away and spoke slowly.

"Your question has two meanings. The first is about the origin of the weirdness, and the second is what is this weirdness?"

Ye Wuyou didn’t actually think that much, but nodded slightly and continued to listen to what the other party said.

Lu Qingshan nodded slightly, and after a moment's hesitation, he said

"The word weird is just a name we use in Da Yan. If it is placed in other places, some people call it the remains of the devil, and some directly call it the immortal monster. In the country of Anxi, which is thousands of miles away, they do have a special name, called Siming, but it means the dead Siming. But from what I have seen from the Twelve Gods, weird is just the remains of something."

"This group of things has one characteristic: they are invisible and incorporeal, invisible to the naked eye, untouchable by ordinary people, immortal, and each one of them has magical powers that ordinary people cannot match. Even if there are some weird things that don't seem that powerful, even if I kill them personally, it will only make them reborn somewhere else."

After hearing this, Ye Wuyou understood a little bit, but still felt something was wrong.

Invisible and bodyless?

How could those ghosts be invisible and intangible? At least in his and Lu Qingshan's eyes, these things were not without form.

Lu Qingshan spoke slowly, but he seemed to see what Ye Wuyou was thinking and just smiled.

"No hurry, wait until I finish."

"As for the origins of this group of strange creatures, there are many different opinions among all the countries and dynasties, and there is no specific conclusion. However, I have visited the Twelve Shinto Pillars and was lucky enough to get a glimpse of some information. However, the information is too complicated to be described in words. You can only go and read it yourself later, and maybe you can get something from it."

"Oh, I forgot to tell you that the Twelve Shinto Pillars are a product of the last era. Since I have glimpsed some information from them, I have also deduced a conclusion from them."

“No matter what these strange creatures are called, whether they are remains or the Heavenly Demon Siming, they are just like the twelve Shinto pillars, relics of the previous era.”

"From what I can see, the strange origin comes from the previous era, and it is the remains left after something was destroyed. Because of its special nature, it is immortal and has survived to this day."

"This is the strange origin, Ye Wuyou, what do you think of this answer?"

how is it?

Ye Wuyou nodded slightly, recalling the fragments of the narration in his mind.

The narrator called this group of weird things the remains of the avenue, relics of a bygone era, and now everything fits the bill.

"How long was the last era?" Ye Wuyou asked.

Lu Qingshan shook his head slightly. "Da Yan was founded more than 700 years ago. Before Da Yan, there was Da Qian, which spanned 2,100 years. Before Qian, there was Nan Zhao, which spanned more than 1,400 years. After that, there was..."

"Just from the historical records, it's been more than 8,000 years, and the weirdness already existed at that time."

So the last era has to be traced back to ten thousand years ago?
Ye Wuyou really couldn't think of any information.

And Lu Qingshan was still talking, but he didn't know much about the history of thousands of years ago.

It seems to be all unofficial history at the moment, which has been said that eight thousand years ago an emperor fought a woman who was strangely possessed on his bed.

His voice was calm and slow, just like that of a teacher. Ye Wuyou was sitting on a chair and felt a little sleepy while listening to him.

"Stop, Lord Lu, I don't care what happened to the emperor and the weirdo... I just want to know if my situation can be resolved?"

The strange origin is just a side issue; the most crucial issue is the problem at hand.

Ye Wuyou could even feel that the erosion of his body was getting deeper and deeper. Originally, the changes were only below the forearm on his left hand, but after a day, he noticed that the blue color was moving up a little. Damn it.

If this continues, a year? No, at most half a year, or even a few months, my body will be invaded by this weirdness.

In the end, you can only face the situation described by the narrator, and the worst that can happen is that you explode.

Lu Qingshan stopped talking abruptly, seeming a little disappointed that no one was talking to him.

He looked at Ye Wuyou and nodded.

"of course can."

Ye Wuyou was a decisive person and bowed his head.

What do you rely on to get ahead? You rely on your background and power.

There is nothing wrong in becoming such a disciple of a big boss within the system who can solve your problems.

But he was stopped by Lu Qingshan.

"You want to take me as your teacher?"

Didn't you say you would take me in as your apprentice? Otherwise, I would have gone to Fenglai Tower with Senior Zhao to drink tea and listen to music.

There was surprise in Ye Wuyou's eyes, but Lu Qingshan's expression was calm.

"Forget it. Chuntao got anxious when she saw Zhao Changhe's actions, and some things were not made clear. I do want to recruit a successor, but the premise is."

"You have to survive."

Ye Wuyou quickly understood the meaning of the other party's words.

The solution to your own problems doesn't seem to be easy.

"The Twelve Divine Arts." Lu Qingshan said for no reason.

"Although Da Yan is located in the borderland, it has two Twelve Shinto Pillars, each of which records a Shinto technique."

"This sacred pillar is a relic from the last era, so what is recorded on it is naturally the magic from the last era."

"The inheritance on it is difficult for others to practice, and even difficult to understand. Even if one is gifted and has comprehended a little, he still has to pay a huge price to use it. For most people in the world, it is just an abandoned solid pillar."

“But it’s different for people like us. If you can learn one of these divine arts, then the price you pay is not borne by you, but by the thing behind you.”

"After all, they are the only relics from the last era."

Having said this, Ye Wuyou already understood.

By using the Shinto technique, his own weirdness was weakened, thus achieving a balance.

"May I ask where the Shinto pillar is?"

"There are two Shinto pillars, one in the capital, and the other here, in Tianlan City, in the deepest part of the Sky Prison."

Ye Wuyou was a little surprised.

He was prepared to travel for days to find the pillar in an unknown valley, but he didn't expect this result.

Ye Wuyou, who had been in difficult mode since birth, now felt that this seemed... too easy?

Thinking of this, Ye Wuyou thought for a while and then slowly opened his mouth and asked.

"What magical power is recorded in that divine art below the Heavenly Prison?"

Lu Qingshan smiled and leaned back slightly. His somewhat gloomy eyes looked out the window at the deserted and quiet street.

Then he opened his mouth slowly and uttered a sentence.

"Ye Wuyou, can you accept that there is another you in this world?"

(End of this chapter)