My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 52 Goodbye Little Stutter

There is an inland river in Tianlan City.

The river may lack everything, but it has no shortage of fishermen with enough fish.

Ye Wuyou is fishing.

In other words, he was watching his own "illusion" fishing.

Ye Wuyou squatted aside, covered his eyes, and felt it carefully.

Only after making sure that there was no discomfort in his right eye and no sense of erosion in his body did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Ye Wuyou on the shore was created by him using the strange ability of his right eye, but he did not know illusion and could not create such a magnificent illusion.

This illusion cannot last for long, but it can last for a quarter of an hour.

Excessive use of "Ghost" will increase the erosion to oneself. Ye Wuyou does not intend to use it without restraint as before. Instead, he sets his sights on his strange right eye which contains a hint of the aura of the Great Dao.

The narrator's words are not wrong, this "ghost eye" is really on a completely different level compared to its own "ghost" ghost hand.

After all, it was something that was made into a bell by the Qianhuan Sect. In terms of practicality and convenience, it was obviously much inferior to the "ghost" hand in the body.

Nowadays, I can only perform simple illusions. As for the huge and magnificent illusions, or the ability to change people's memory and cognition, I have no idea where to start.

Ye Wuyou guessed that this was related to his own level of cultivation and his practice of illusion.

If one does not practice illusion techniques while practicing any of the various arts, one will not be able to fully utilize the abilities of the eyes.

But the advantage is that there are no side effects.

After creating this deceptive illusion, Ye Wuyou gently stroked his face with his right hand, and his expression changed.

He didn't leave at this moment, but just wandered around.

Since the Tianyan technique can know one's location, Ye Wuyou will be discovered no matter where he goes. It is better for him to stay where he is and see if he can deceive the other party.

Ye Wuyou didn't expect this little trick to interfere with Lu Qingshan, but combining the two should be enough to waste a few minutes of his time, right?

There was a burst of noisy shouting coming from the riverside, but it was nothing unusual, just a group of people playing chess.

It seems to have reached an exciting and intense stage now.

Ye Wuyou thought about it, walked over to the crowd, and heard a few words with a hint of regret and surprise.

"Old Liu, who always boasts of being invincible at fast chess, has now met an expert. His fast chess is too brutal."

"Yeah, but this is too fast. So many pieces were eaten in just a few minutes... Look at this move, he even lost his horse."

"With this level, I think I can do it..."

Ye Wuyou looked at the chessboard. He didn't know who Old Liu was, but he recognized him at the first glance.

The one with sweat all over his forehead is...

"Snapped."

The chess piece fell onto the board with a crisp sound.

"General."

A gentle voice sounded, and the sweat on Old Liu's forehead became thicker, but in the end he let out a weak breath and slumped in the chair.

"I lost." Old Liu closed his eyes, his face ashen, his faith in Taoism collapsed, and he didn't even have the desire to review the game.

"Concession."

Old Liu looked as pale as death, but someone else looked even uglier.

Ye Wuyou looked at the middle-aged scholar who was sitting beside him and smiling at him, then glanced at the chessboard which had obviously been played for a while, and left without looking back.

His figure moved faster and faster, and then disappeared in the crowd.

……

Ye Wuyou had only one thought in his mind.

I must learn this "Tian Yan" technique.

Since he began practicing, he has encountered many mysterious and surprising magical powers, but the only one that could shock him so much was the magic before him.

Ye Wuyou was not surprised that the divination technique could predict where he would be.

But I was able to know where he was going in advance, and even be one step ahead of me, eating a bowl of wontons and playing a game of chess.

I myself don’t know where I’m going!

"Is this the magic of Shinto? The magic of the last era is so strange."

The dog narrator didn't say anything?

Ye Wuyou shouted in his heart, you bastard, do something!

[Hmph, you sneered. You dare to deduce my actions? Now use the sky as the center of the formation, the earth as the chessboard, and all living beings as chess pieces. Deducing the will of heaven, teach that poor and pedantic scholar a good lesson.]

Ye Wuyou's eyes brightened. Oh, is there a chance?

[Hiss, I never thought that this mere mortal could have missed everything. All my plans have been invalidated. With such an enemy, well, I will just spare his life for now. There is still a long way to go, so let all living beings wait and see.]

Ye Wuyou: “???”

Useless thing! Ye Wuyou cursed in a low voice.

[It doesn't matter. A stinky, corrupt scholar in his forties or fifties who is still single and has no family can only criticize illustrations all day long. Even if such a guy wins, you definitely haven't lost! ]

I understand, you win by talking, right? Ye Wuyou sneered angrily and shook his head, no longer counting on this useless thing.

A hint of fragrance came towards me.

But the scent was just aromatherapy, and it was strong.

"Sir, come and play. Today is a festival and the girls are waiting for you."

A graceful voice sounded, Ye Wuyou looked up and saw a gorgeous red building, decorated with lights and hung with red satin. The sound of a woman's soft laughter could be heard from inside the building.

Is the brothel open during the day? Or is it for activities?
Ye Wuyou habitually glanced at the woman in front of the building and found that she was not as pretty as Lu Caiwei or Bai Lu.

Not even as good as Lin Qingqing.

If you are not in the mood at the moment, just leave.

He paused for a moment, and Ye Wuyou's frown suddenly relaxed.

In his forties or fifties, he is an old scholar, has no wife, and likes to watch the emperor's uncle...

There is a way.

He immediately thought of something and was about to turn around and go back into the building, but when he felt his wallet, he found that he had no money.

Just as he was trying hard to think of a solution, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.

……

Arya is a beggar.

In the past, she had been begging on the streets with her mother. Her father had died of illness and her mother was missing a hand, so the family could no longer survive.

Begging also requires skills. Begging at the door of a vegetable market will definitely not get as much as begging in front of a brothel.

After all, the people who come here are either rich or noble. Drinking a little wine and giving some money is no big deal if they are in a good mood. Although they are sometimes driven away, they still kneel here with their heads held high.

The thin little girl swallowed and looked nervously at the woman in white in front of her.

The woman in white had a cold expression and an elegant figure. A thin sword hung at her waist. There was a hint of arrogance under her seemingly weak and delicate face.

She stood there, a beautiful scenery in this bustling street scene, and the older sisters in the buildings who could not afford clothes and had very little fabric all lost their color.

"So beautiful." This was what Erya thought.

The woman leaned over and carefully placed a few silver coins into the broken bowl in front of her. Erya's eyes lit up. This amount of silver was more than she had earned by begging for several months.

"Thank you, sister." Before he could finish his words, his mother, who only had one hand left, held his head down and made him kowtow repeatedly.

"Thank you, female Bodhisattva, thank you, kind man. You are really kind-hearted, girl. I wish you..."

Lu Caiwei shook her head, slowly stood up, and said nothing.

Erya raised her head and stared at her quietly.

A man suddenly appeared from somewhere. Hmm, he looked pretty good... Was he here to look for that pretty sister?

"Lu Caiwei, do you have any money on you? Lend me some first." Ye Wuyou looked at the dusty Lu Caiwei and asked for money.

Lu Caiwei's cold expression seemed to soften a bit, and there was a bit more joy, but she was a little surprised to hear these words.

"Ah... yes, yes, how much more do you want? What do you want to do?"

"There's no time to explain. Just borrow as much as you can."

"oh oh."

Lu Caiwei took out her purse and handed everything to Ye Wuyou.

Ye Wuyou took a quick look and found that there were actually several taels of gold inside.

"Okay, I have something else to do. Are you going back to the prison? I'll come find you later."

"Oh, by the way, tell your master to apologize for me. I will make it up to her."

After saying that, Ye Wuyou strode into the brothel right under Lu Caiwei's nose.

Lu Caiwei stood there in a daze, looking at the magnificent red building in front of her and listening to the constant laughter of the woman.

The sound was harsh.

"Hmph, disciple, let me tell you, none of these men are good." Xia Anmeng's words echoed in her heart, with a hint of teasing.

Hearing these words, Lu Caiwei's face, which had originally been smiling, suddenly dimmed, her eyes drooped slightly, and she seemed a little lost for some reason.

Xia An dreamed that his disciple was sad, so he thought about it and comforted him.

"It's okay. Isn't the warden your relative? I'll talk to him later and ask him to fire this guy and never show up in front of you again."

The voice just fell.

A white rainbow fell from the sky, but no one noticed it.

Except Lu Caiwei.

She looked at Lu Qingshan with a dull look as he straightened his sleeves, a faint smile still on his face.

Then, he walked into the brothel in a hurry.

Xia Anmeng was silent for a moment, and then her voice rang out faintly.

"Disciple, how about I say that you should not stay in this prison anymore..."

(End of this chapter)