My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 545: My Practice Narration is Weird

What is narration?
This is a problem that has troubled Ye Wuyou for a long time.

And now, everything seems to be answered.

In the quiet space, two figures sat on the ground facing each other.

An old voice sounded.

"Remember what I said before? Because I insisted on doing what I wanted, so..."

The other party didn't say anything else, but Ye Wuyou knew what the other party meant.

But when the next sentence sounded in Ye Wuyou's ears, he was a little stunned.

"But you know what, actually... I wasn't very sad at the time."

The old Ye Wuyou lowered his head slightly at this moment, his messy gray hair fell randomly, covering his eyes, so his expression could not be seen clearly. One could only hear the other party's self-deprecating words.

"At that time, I stepped into the seventh realm and comprehended the [Aspect of the Immortal Being]. You should have experienced that realm before, right?"

Ye Wuyou nodded, but he didn't know what the other party meant.

"You may think it's nothing. After all, the [Immortal Aspect] doesn't bring you the same power as the [No-Man Aspect]. It just allows you to see through the illusion, to know more, to see more..."

"Seeking knowledge is a part of cultivation. The mind is like a lotus that does not touch the water, and like the sun and the moon that do not stay in the sky. Seeking knowledge is part of cultivation."

“There doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with any of this.”

He paused for a moment before speaking again.

"I thought so at first, but entering the Seventh Realm is just the beginning. The [Age of the Immortal] is different from the other three realms. It has always existed. Everything you see and hear has an answer."

"As my realm becomes higher, my understanding of the [Aspect of the Immortal] becomes deeper and deeper, and I can see more and more. But the more I see and the more I know, the more I become indifferent to everything."

"How can I describe this feeling? Perhaps it's like looking at an ant. Other people's thoughts and ideas are completely incomparable to yours. The way I look at others becomes more and more strange. In my eyes, all living beings in the world are just like talking monkeys. Just think of something very strange. Why would people be so immersed in dual cultivation?"

strange?
Why is dual cultivation weird?
Ye Wuyou's eyes flickered, but he directly refuted.

"What's wrong with double cultivation? Are you eating your rice?"

"Didn't you just say that you don't like dual cultivation?"

“I… I naturally don’t like dual cultivation, but dual cultivation is, it is a means for people to reproduce.” Ye Wuyou said seriously.

The old Ye Wuyou laughed, closed his eyes for a moment, and then said.

"Reproduction... that's a good point, but just like your view on dual cultivation is that reproduction is the instinct of human nature, but in my eyes, do you know what I see?"

"The male spends his energy and time in exchange for a few breaths of cheap pleasure, while the mother becomes pregnant and the baby born from it absorbs the mother's nutrients, which weakens the mother. The baby is essentially born as a parasite."

"Don't you think that this method of reproduction is unreasonable? If you just want to 'reproduce' and ensure the survival of the tribe, then there are many ways in this world, such as Shinto Pillar [replication], such as [birth]..."

Ye Wuyou interrupted the other party at this moment.

"Stop, don't say anymore, I...can't understand your thoughts."

Can't understand?
The old face was slightly raised, his cloudy eyes were full of complexity, and he sighed softly.

"Yeah, I still can't understand it now, but that was what I thought at the time. The same thing looks different to me and to you."

"That's not the way a person should think. When I look at all these problems, I don't seem to put myself in the position of a human being."

"So, Qinghan, Bailu, Luoyue... in my eyes, they are nothing but burdens."

As the old man spoke, he stretched out his dry hand and slowly wrote a line of words on the ground in front of him.

[From love comes sorrow, from love comes fear]

[If you are free from love, you will have no worries and no fears]

No worries, no fears...

Ye Wuyou stared quietly at the line of small words.

I must never become like that again.

The voice in front of me came again.

"This is the [Immortality Phase]. It is far more terrifying than the other three realms. It distorted my cognition and changed my thoughts as a human being. I almost lost the emotions that a human being should have. The only thing left in my heart is the goal, which is to eliminate all the remnants."

“And I didn’t notice anything unusual at the time.”

"It was not until later that I finally accomplished all that and completed my goal. I was alone and quiet for who knows how many years, and then I suddenly realized that something was wrong."

Ye Wuyou listened silently, and in his mind he recalled the feeling when he entered the seventh realm and stepped into the [Form of the Immortal Being].

Abnormal desire for knowledge.

The desire for knowledge trumps everything else.

It made him unconsciously want to pursue more and more.

But he also realized one thing at this moment.

He looked at the old man in front of him and asked.

"You are now thinking normally. Is it because you are no longer affected by the [Immortal Ability], or is it..."

"It's that I've gotten rid of the narration."

After a slight pause, Old Ye Wuyou smiled.

"With the help of Lu Qingshan."

"That's why you asked me to go find him, but why would he definitely help me..." Ye Wuyou's eyes showed thought.

The two Lu Qingshan cannot be treated equally.

"He will."

Old Ye Wuyou smiled and said without further explanation.

"As for your question about what a narrator is, in my eyes, a narrator is a person, a real person who can be beaten and cry, bleed, and even... have an orgasm, hehe."

Speaking of this, Old Ye Wuyou smiled, as if he remembered something interesting.

"But you haven't experienced all of this, so you obviously can't understand it yet. Only when you step into the Seventh Realm and try to integrate the Dao into your body, will you truly know it."

"But let me put it in words that you can understand now."

Ye Wuyou ran his fingertips across his gray hair and tapped his forehead.

He spoke softly.

"The narration in my mind is actually just a weird one."

Ye Wuyou's eyes paused for a moment, then revealed a complicated expression. The answer was revealed.

But there wasn't much emotion in my heart.

Perhaps he had suspected it long ago, or perhaps he had been on guard for a long time.

He just sighed silently.

"My practice narration is weird..."

Old Wuyou looked calm and closed his eyes, thinking for a few breaths.

"Right now, the narrator cannot spy on our conversation and has no idea what is happening."

"But when this place disappears and the still time begins to flow, your thoughts will be known by it."

"So, you must forget all of this. Use your [Forgetfulness] to make yourself forget everything."

Forgot all this?
There was deep confusion in Ye Wuyou's eyes, but then he was stunned.

Yes.

The narrator can spy on your inner thoughts, so your vigilance against it, your current conversation, and possible methods will all be known to it.

But if we forget all this, how can we get rid of the narration?
This is a dead end!
Ye Wuyou's eyes flickered slightly at this moment, and beneath those flickering eyes was a deep confusion.

"Besides, what is the method? You only asked me to find Lu Qingshan, but what about the method? Why didn't you tell me?"

Old Wuyou shook his head, stretched out his hand and pointed at the old booklet.

“The methods are all here.”

"You just need to give it to Lu Qingshan, and he will help you do all this."

After thinking about it, Old Ye Wuyou stretched out his hand and carved two lines of small words on the ground with his fingertips again.

[Do not open]

【To Lu Qingshan】

"After that, you will forget everything I said to you today and everything that happened, but just remember these two sentences."

"As long as you don't open it and see what's inside, the narrator won't know."

Ye Wuyou's expression became a little heavier.

This kind of action means that you are placing everything you have on others.

Even if that person is Lu Qingshan...

Old Ye Wuyou suddenly stood up at this moment, his body swayed and he seemed to stagger a little, but then he stabilized himself.

"We still have a little time left. Please open it and take a look at the contents. The abnormality of Qinghan is also recorded in it..."

The old man's gaze shifted away from Luo Qinghan, as if he had thought of something, and Old Ye Wuyou said slowly.

"Just remember one more thing, keep an eye on Qinghan. No matter what kind of conflicts arise, you must keep an eye on her."

"Contradiction...did I quarrel with her again?"

"I don't know, it's just my intuition, because everything has changed since then."

Ye Wuyou was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"Will do."

He will look favorably upon Luo Qinghan.

The old figure stood there at this moment, looking around constantly, staring at the two figures for a long time.

Ye Wuyou suddenly thought of something. He looked up and looked at the old man in front of him.

"If everything changes, then you..."

Old Ye Wuyou laughed hoarsely at this moment.

"If the past is changed, then the future will naturally change as well. I eliminated the past and happily corrected my past self. Naturally, my future self no longer exists. This is a classic paradox. I guess I don't need to explain too much, right?"

It's really not necessary.

Ye Wuyou didn't say anything else, but the old man was looking at Ye Wuyou very seriously at this moment and spoke hoarsely.

"Never step into the [Longevity Phase]."

Ye Wuyou was stunned for a moment, then nodded and smiled.

"Of course, do you want to write this down too?"

"Write it down."

Although it is a bit redundant, if I get rid of the narration, what is the point of talking about [No Longer Living]

"If you have anything else to record, just tell me first." Ye Wuyou always felt that he was a little unreliable.

"There should be no more."

"Should?" Ye Wuyou's voice sounded doubtful.

Old Ye Wuyou looked indifferent.

"What else do you want to hear? I know a lot."