My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 51 Tianyan
"Ye Wuyou, can you accept that there is another you in the world?"

Lu Qingshan looked indifferent.

"What do you mean?" Ye Wuyou frowned.

"The Twelve Divine Arts, the one hidden under the Heavenly Prison, states that it is about creating a being that is exactly like the caster."

"He will have all your memories, even the same realm, the same appearance and body shape. Of course, he won't have the weirdness in you."

"In other words, he is exactly the same as you, but without the weird intrusion."

"Is this a clone?" Ye Wuyou said.

Ye Wuyou still didn't quite understand. This divine magic sounded very lame.

"Avatar?" Lu Qingshan shook his head slightly, and said in a calm tone, "Even if it is a clone method above the sixth realm, it is impossible to create an existence with the same realm and strength."

“You have only been practicing cultivation for a little over half a month, and your progress in the current realm is considered fast, but it is still too low.

You may not be able to experience it, but if the illusory Nine Realms really exist in the world, and one can comprehend this divine art, then there will instantly be another being with exactly the same strength."

Ye Wuyou nodded. If you look at it this way, then this divine magic is indeed quite good.

"Then how can this Shinto technique solve my problem?"

"The moment you performed the Shinto technique, it was resolved."

Ye Wuyou was stunned at first, then his pupils suddenly contracted.

"You mean... let the clone live on in my place? And let the weird me be corroded by it?"

Lu Qingshan shook his head. "No, that's not a clone. A clone can't do that. That's you, the complete you. He has all your memories and cognition, and everything you know..."

"That won't work either." Ye Wuyou slammed the table with an ugly look in his eyes.

A hint of surprise appeared on Lu Qingshan's calm face. He didn't expect why Ye Wuyou was so excited. There was a thoughtful look in his eyes, and he didn't say anything at this moment.

Ye Wuyou took a deep breath, then patted his forehead, looking a little dazed.

But this astonishment soon turned into a wry smile, and he finally looked up, as if he had figured out something.

It has nothing to do with this world. What Lu Qingshan said was correct in his previous understanding.

Humans are just creatures made up of memories and flesh and blood. Why should we care about other things?

But now when this choice is placed before him, Ye Wuyou feels that it is different, very different.

Ye Wuyou was a little excited about overturning his own cognition, but now that he had calmed down, he spoke calmly.

"This method is not appropriate, try another one."

He now spoke casually to Lu Qingshan. Although the other party was powerful and influential, he was, after all, just an old man who liked to read illustrations.

Lu Qingshan was not surprised by Ye Wuyou's answer. He pondered for a moment and said.

"In that case, the only Shinto technique you can choose is the one in the capital. Coincidentally, I am also practicing this one."

"Don't look at me like that. The art of Shinto cannot be taught through words. You can only learn it by yourself under the divine pillar. But whether you can succeed depends on chance."

"What if I can't understand it?" Ye Wuyou replied casually.

Lu Qingshan pointed at Ye Wuyou's left arm and said, "Before I said that weird things are invisible and intangible, you must be curious. Although the weird things you see have strange shapes, they are still tangible."

"You should have seen the footless man. I helped him before, but unfortunately he was not lucky enough."

The footless man, was he a human being before?
Was he corrupted by something strange and ended up like that?

There was some gloom in Ye Wuyou's eyes, but it soon dissipated and turned into determination.

Shinto magic cannot be expressed in words?
Ye Wuyou didn’t think there was anything wrong with this statement, but he didn’t think he had to go to the capital to learn it.

With the "Formless Heart Sutra" in hand, he is a dark imitator, copying all the martial arts and magical powers in the world.

But Ye Wuyou thought it would be better to ask first, because after thinking about it just now, he always felt that these techniques were not very normal.

"What is that Shinto technique in the capital?"

"Tian Yan, a simple method of divination."

Tian Yan?

Looking at Lu Qingshan's calm smile, Ye Wuyou felt that there was something more to the name than just hearing it.

"Can you perform this technique so that I can watch it and understand it a little bit in advance?" Ye Wuyou asked sincerely.

His idea was very simple. He let Lu Qingshan perform the Tianyan technique, and then he would just copy the Wuxiang Heart Sutra.

But he can't say this openly. Apart from the useless narration, the "Heart Sutra of the Formless" is his biggest secret.

After learning this technique, he turned around and went to pay his respects to Zhao Changhe, and from then on he enjoyed himself listening to music in the brothels.

This is not appropriate, after all, Zhao Changhe still has Lu Qingshan above him...

But what Ye Wuyou didn't expect was that after hearing what he said, Lu Qingshan sat upright in the chair without moving, but just looked at him quietly.

Being stared at by the other party with that somewhat gloomy gaze, Ye Wuyou felt inexplicably strange.

This feeling of being seen through made him very uncomfortable.

Lu Qingshan finally replied, he stood up and responded.

"fair enough."

"But it's useless for you to observe the Tianyan method. It's better to participate in it yourself, maybe you can understand it a little bit."

Self-participation?

What am I involved in? Do you want me to hand you a lottery ticket?

"No, I just want to see how it is performed..." Ye Wuyou explained.

But Lu Qingshan didn't pay attention to his words. Instead, he took out a small gadget from the bookshelf next to him.

Ye Wuyou saw clearly that it was... an hourglass.

Lu Qingshan turned the hourglass over and hung it on his body.

He turned around, looked at Ye Wuyou and smiled.

"This hourglass shows quarter of an hour. I'll give you a quarter of an hour to get ready."

"What are you preparing for?" Ye Wuyou was confused and felt something was wrong.

"escape."

……

Tianlan City, on the busy streets.

Ye Wuyou's figure wandered quickly and aimlessly among the crowd.

Lu Qingshan’s words were still echoing in my mind.

"A quarter of an hour. If you can escape from me, I will give you a condition."

"You have three chances."

It's ridiculous.

But Ye Wuyou couldn't stop it.

Because he could feel that the other party was just simply in the mood.

Although it's a bit strange, it's too humiliating to catch me three times in a quarter of an hour.

Ye Wuyou quickened his pace, turning from one street to another alley, then taking a few steps back and walking into another alley.

He didn't know where he was going, he just walked aimlessly.

Tianyan, right? Bu Suan, right?

You want to count me?
I don't even know where I'm going, how can you figure it out?
There were crowds of people bustling around, and Ye Wuyou took a look around but didn't find anything unusual.

Passing by a street stall, I saw hot wontons coming out of the pot and the aroma filled the air.

Ye Wuyou took another look unintentionally.

I just saw the middle-aged scholar sitting at the stall eating wontons.

The wontons have been served and it looks like the other person has been sitting there for a while.

"Would you like to have a bowl?" the scholar asked with a smile.

Ye Wuyou looked unhappy and turned away without looking back.

"First time." Lu Qingshan said silently, and continued to eat the wontons in the bowl.

(End of this chapter)