My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 58 The Man in the Painting [Sir~Read on Tuesday]

Ye Wuyou opened the gate and looked at the little girl in red in front of him. He frowned at first, then relaxed.

He squatted down, gently scratched the tip of her nose with his fingers, and said.

"It's Cuicui. Why did you come to my place?"

He knew Cuicui, a girl next door who usually called him brother. They were old neighbors and he had received help from their family before.

"When I saw the green creeper on the door fall off, I knew you were back, brother."

"Brother Ye, where did you go before? My mother said that a prison collapsed in the city and you were crushed to death, but I don't believe it."

Ye Wuyou smiled awkwardly. It seemed that the previous incident in the Heavenly Prison had been widely reported, and he had not been back for almost a month. In the eyes of outsiders, he would be dead.

But it just so happened that there were some things Ye Wuyou wanted to ask at this moment.

"Cui Cui, I want to ask you something. Didn't I go away for a while to take the exam? Do you remember?"

The little girl nodded.

"So, Cuicui, did you see what my father was doing during those days?"

Cuicui fell into thought, but seemed to remember something, and a hint of fear appeared in her eyes.

The little girl shook her head and whispered, "I don't know, Brother Ye, you are a good person, but your father is a bad person. I dare not look at him."

"Why is he a bad guy?" Ye Wuyou felt confused.

"Because he killed Ah Fu." The little girl's voice was very low.

kill?
Before they could say a few words, a woman walked out of another house in the alley. She first called out to call Cuicui back, then looked at Ye Wuyou squatting at the door with a look of astonishment.

The woman's voice soon came over, with undisguised sharpness and harshness.

"Ye boy, are you going to die? You didn't even turn on the lights when it got dark. Are you trying to scare people to death? Are you pretending to be a ghost?"

"If you dare to scare our Cuicui, I will turn your whole house upside down."

Ye Wuyou didn't care, instead he walked straight towards her.

Under the cover of night, Ye Wuyou's face could not be seen clearly. He walked over without saying a word. His footsteps were light and almost soundless, which looked a bit weird.

Oh my god, this Ye kid can’t be a ghost? It’s not even the seventh day yet, it’s been more than a month.

The woman was stunned for a moment, then swallowed and held her daughter behind her.

"You...what do you want to do? Don't think you are an official just because you put on this outfit."

"Your annoying father has done nothing but that for his whole life... I'm not afraid of you."

The woman's words were sharp, and as Ye Wuyou got closer, her words became more and more harsh and fierce. She was full of vigor and pride, like an old hen with her head held high.

The woman's words were very harsh.

"You are too kind, Aunt Wang."

Ye Wuyou walked up to her, took out some silver from his arms and handed it to her.

"I borrowed this from you earlier, and now I'm repaying you. The extra money should be considered as interest."

The woman swallowed the curse back when it was about to come out of her mouth. She looked at the silver in her hand, which was more than enough, and then looked at Ye Wuyou to make sure it was a living person.

"Oh, it's time to pay it back, or I'll scold you... but you don't have to do it so much."

Greed and entanglement were mixed in the woman's eyes.

Ye Wuyou shook his head slightly and said.

"It doesn't matter. When I went to take the exam, your family helped my father deal with his funeral. It's reasonable for you to accept it."

The woman finally laughed, as if she had found a good excuse. She pretended to refuse and then accepted the money with peace of mind.

Ye Wuyou's words came again, casually speaking.

"By the way, Aunt Wang, my father was the corpse collector in your family at that time... What disease did he have?"

When she mentioned this, the woman looked displeased, and it was obvious that she was very unhappy about mentioning a dead person.

But for the sake of money, she still answered Ye Wuyou.

"How would I know? I just noticed that no one had been out of your yard for several days, so I asked my husband to take a look, and then your father just lay in bed."

"Is that it?" Ye Wuyou wondered.

"That's it. I don't know what disease it was, but the person is gone and there are no injuries on his body, so why would I care so much?"

"Although your father Ye Changsheng died young... but it looked like he passed away in a dream, so it's not a sad thing. The sister-in-law of the Lin family at the end of the alley, her husband got sick and suffered for several months before he passed away..."

Ye Wuyou nodded slightly, declined the woman's offer to keep him for dinner, and walked towards his home.

Before leaving, he thought of something and asked a question.

"Who is Ah Fu?"

"My big yellow dog. Your father went crazy one day and killed the dog. My daughter cried for three days."

……

Ye Wuyou lit the candle and sat down calmly.

No injuries, died in his sleep.

Steal your neighbor's dog and kill it?
There was a strange look in Ye Wuyou's eyes. In his memory, although his father Ye Changsheng had a very bad temper, he was not an indiscriminate person.

At least you won't run off and steal your neighbor's dog.

This has nothing to do with illness, unless it is insanity.

There was something fishy about the death of my father Ye Changsheng, and there seemed to be something fishy about my own previous death as well.

This is also the reason why I lost my memory of the Third Young Master.

It’s okay, Tianyan starts!
After using it just now, Ye Wuyou has already understood the usage of this magical power.

Deducing the secrets of heaven, seeing the future, and more.

Go back in time. The black man taps the palm of your hand.

Ye Wuyou saw the scene of his own yard a few hours ago, and everything was normal.

Compared to only being able to see the future a few minutes later, this Tianyan method of predicting the past seems to be easier.

after all.

The future has not yet happened, but the past cannot be changed.

"As Lu Qingshan said before, even if ordinary people comprehend the Tianyan method, they still have to pay a huge price to use it..."

Ye Wuyou glanced at his left hand. The blue bloodshot that had been gradually climbing up his forearm seemed to have diminished a bit.

This divine technique, Tian Yan, consumes strange power.

But he still felt that something in himself was mobilized, as if it was about to be absorbed, but with a strange existence, it became a strange price to bear.

If an ordinary person wants to use this Tianyan method...does he have to use his soul?
No wonder it is said to be a huge price. Just considering the soul, the average person can only use Tianyan a few times. Ordinary people would die or become crazy if they use it.

Even for a cultivator in the middle three realms, if his soul is damaged a few times, the end of his life will be foreseeable.

The black man kowtowed a second time.

This time, it seemed that I was able to look back a little further, but I only saw a corner of yesterday's scene.

The third kowtow...saw it two days ago.

After kowtowing three times in a row, Ye Wuyou could even clearly feel that the strangeness in his body had reduced its erosion of his body a little.

In other words, it is not that his erosion has decreased, but that the power of the "ghost" has weakened.

However, even though he had comprehended Tian Yan through the "Formless Heart Sutra" and the narration, this magical power was different from those stolen moves that could be used directly, so he still had to start from scratch.

There are also some rules for the black man to kowtow. Kowtow three times separately and kowtowing three times continuously are two different concepts.

“The Tianyan method is divided into nine levels. When one reaches a deep level, one can kowtow nine times in a row and gain insight into the past, present and future.

Beginners can only kowtow once. If they want to improve, they need to kowtow nine times to advance to the second level.

At that time, you can kowtow twice in a row, and you will see more information. If you want to enter the third level, you need to kowtow 9981 times before you can kowtow three times in a row, and so on..."

Ye Wuyou's academic performance is not ideal.

What is nine to the eighth power? Narrator: Please calculate it for me.

[It's ridiculous. How could such a simple question stump you? You thought about it for a moment and came to the conclusion that it was only six million times.]

I don't believe you.

Ye Wuyou picked up the pen and calculated it himself.

43046721 times.

Forty million times... Ye Wuyou threw down the paper and pen and thought about life.

Is there anyone in Tianyan who can cultivate to the ninth level?
You're crazy. You've done nothing in your life but watch villains kowtow to you, right?

His eyes turned to the strangeness behind him. A deep blue "ghost" was quietly floating behind him. It had no face, only a human shape.

Is there wisdom in weirdness?
Probably, yes, but not much, just a little.

The white jelly skin seen before has this ability, although its intelligence is very low and it is more like instinct.

"Forty million times... It's okay, think positively, it's not me who did the hard work anyway." Ye Wuyou looked at the "ghost" and said to himself.

Originally, it seemed like a death warrant in his eyes, but now after learning "Tian Yan", Ye Wuyou felt like he had an extra free laborer.

For some reason, the dark blue figure trembled slightly, and then retracted into his body as Ye Wuyou was stunned.

Forget it, Ye Wuyou shook his head and thought for a moment.

It is obviously not realistic to use the method of Tianyan to reverse the river of time in a short period of time.

After all, kowtowing takes time.

The deduced scene did not happen in a day or two, but several months ago.

Think differently.

"Why did Ye Changsheng die suddenly? Did he die of illness? Any clues will do."

Deduce the secrets of heaven.

The black man kowtowed heavily.

This time, Ye Wuyou saw something different.

Different from the free perspective that could be seen when reversing time before, the picture that appeared in Ye Wuyou's eyes this time was very narrow and dim.

All he could see was the little scene in front of him.

That's a painting.

There is a woman in the painting.

Lifelike, just like a real person.

At this moment, he is lying quietly under his bed.

"Can you promise me something?"

"What?"

"Read more."

"…Change it. This request is too difficult."

"Then chase me?"

"I will keep reading, I will keep reading!"

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