My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 60 Taking the bait
Fang Cunshan was sitting in the prison cell, holding a huge roasted leg of lamb, sizzling with oil, and surrounded by bottles of wine.

The martial arts he practiced were related to evil spirit and murderous intent.

It was a skill that was honed among the dead on the battlefield.

It was later discovered that the evil spirit and murderous intent cultivated through this practice could help people in their spiritual practice.

Some pressures similar to those at a high level, if continued, can also serve to temper a person's cultivation.

But no one would do this, it is such a waste, after all, spiritual practice is a long process.

Even if he was his own son, a cultivator with great supernatural powers could not withstand such consumption.

However, evil spirit and murderous intent do not require any state of mind or consumption of anything. All you need is a willingness to spend time.

Fang Cunshan, who is in prison, has plenty of time.

The red evil spirit and murderous intent seemed to condense into substance, wrapping the person in front of him like a cocoon.

With such actions, as long as one can withstand the evil spirit and murderous intent, it is not an exaggeration to say that one day of practice is equivalent to ten days.

Fang Cunshan burped, threw the leg bone in his hand aside, drank a bottle of wine, and then squinted his eyes and looked forward.

What day is this? The fifth or sixth day?
He originally thought that the boy had given up after being provoked by him that day.

I didn't expect that this guy would come again the next day, or that night.

"Why did you leave then?" he asked at the time.

"Are you okay? Didn't you say you would come back with some wine and meat?" Ye Wuyou looked confused.

Fang Cunshan had nothing to say. He just subconsciously believed that anyone who was brought to him by Zhao Changhe would be considered a person of outstanding talent.

The more talented a person is, the more arrogant he becomes.

He had been in the Tianlao for almost ten years, and Zhao Changhe had brought a lot of people with him.

They are all geniuses without exception, and they are all arrogant without exception.

Only the girl named Lu was relatively calm, but the one in front of me...

It’s hard to say, but it feels different from everyone else.

It seems a bit shameless.

"Senior, the evil spirit has faded, add some more."

When Ye Wuyou's voice came, Fang Cunshan was stunned, and then the murderous aura condensed even more.

But after doing all this, Fang Cunshan felt very unhappy again, and he frowned.

"Young man Ye, are you treating me like you're adding wood to the fire? Do you know that this is very exhausting for me?"

"What do you want to eat tomorrow?" a voice came from inside the cocoon.

"Well, it doesn't matter what I eat. For that wine, please make me a peach wine from Cuiyueju. It must be brewed by the peach beauty herself..."

"..."

Ye Wuyou ignored Fang Cunshan's words and quietly tempered his own energy.

The first realm is hidden, the second realm is clear.

There are not many practitioners in the first realm, but there are not many either. However, there are very few practitioners in the second realm.

After all, the first realm can be honed slowly over time, but the second realm is different.

The state of insight and enlightenment, the acupoints and meridians are opened, the eyes can see clearly, and the life span is increased by thirty years.

Thanks to Xia Anmeng, when he was forcibly promoted to the second realm, his twelve major meridians were forcibly opened by the qi, and then wrapped by her soul. After that, he recuperated in Zhao Changhe's medicinal bath for more than half a month, otherwise he would have died.

There are more than 700 acupuncture points in the human body, and all of the 72 acupoints in between can be found, and it is not difficult to circulate Qi through them.

Because the locations of the acupoints are written in books and are fixed.

"If you have enough energy, you can try to advance to the second realm. Use my evil spirit to turn the energy in your dantian into liquid. What else do you want to do now that you are dragging yourself here?"

"Are you trying to find the forty-six extra-meridian acupuncture points?"

Fang Cunshan's voice sounded somewhat puzzled.

The locations of extra meridian points are not fixed in each person's body.

In addition to the 72 major acupoints, there are 46 extra meridian acupoints. These acupoints have the same effects as the acupoints, but they are not easy to find.

Although having one more acupoint would bring more strength, it would waste time. In the worst case, you would waste time and still not be able to find it.

Therefore, not many people would concentrate on grinding, but would directly break through the second level. If they could find one or two, they would consider it a profit.

But this is Ye Wuyou’s goal.

Because he found it so easily, he has now broken through thirteen of them.

This was a blessing from the narration, and it was also one of the times that Ye Wuyou felt that the narration was quite effective.

[The human body is such an inconvenient thing. Even if you are extremely talented, you can only find 46 acupuncture points outside the meridians. They are so rare... You thought about it for a long time and finally decided to open 82 more acupuncture points on your body, making a total of 128 acupuncture points.]

Hmm? Can it be improved?

How to open it?

[You do it as you say. Two fingers become a sword. First point one finger three inches below your heart and lungs. Pierce through yourself. Then gather the Qi and blood and flesh to coagulate. Forcefully create an acupuncture point.]

Okay, okay, that’s it for now. I’ll have a chance to die next time.

In three days at most, or maybe just two days, he would be able to open up all the last of the extra-meridian acupoints and advance to the second level.

The evil aura and pressure around him suddenly dissipated.

Ye Wuyou raised his head and looked at the other person.

"Alright, that's enough for today. Come back tomorrow."

Ye Wuyou stood up without saying anything more.

But Fangcun Mountain stopped him.

"Boy, how many extra-meridian acupuncture points have you found?"

"Senior, how many did you find at that time?" Ye Wuyou asked back.

Fang Cunshan coughed lightly and said, "On the battlefield, I didn't have so much time to search slowly. I only found seven and broke through the second realm. After all, realm is far more important than acupuncture points."

"Oh, then Senior, I have more than you now."

Before Fang Cunshan could speak again, Ye Wuyou had already left.

This was the first time Ye Wuyou heard Fang Cunshan talk about his past.

Battlefield? So you were a soldier before?

No wonder there is such a strong aura of evil and murderous intent on him.

Wujing, I guess he is an official. With such a strong evil aura, he must have killed many people. How did he end up in the Heavenly Prison?
The thought was only brief, and Ye Wuyou quickly left the prison.

Fang Cunshan still stayed in the prison, watching Ye Wuyou leave, drinking the last sip of wine, and then throwing it aside.

"This kid is restless." He said to himself.

"He's restless, either thinking about women or wanting to kill people, but this boy doesn't look like he's short of women."

"So you want to kill someone?" "But if your mind is not at peace, you will ignore many things and end up like me..."

"What a pity! Such a good seedling, I hope it won't die."

As he spoke, he burped and fell into a deep sleep.

……

Ye Wuyou felt very calm.

Otherwise he would have rushed into the mansion long ago.

The scene that Tian Yan saw a few days ago involved two figures.

I was still reading at the table when one of them pointed at me. Then they walked into the room as if no one was around and took the painting away.

And, a new painting was placed in the box to cover everything.

At that time, I had already fainted.

The picture was blurry, and Ye Wuyou couldn't see who the other person was. But although he couldn't see the face of the other person clearly, just by looking at his figure, he knew it was Wu Zulong.

He did die of the disease, but now it seems that the disease was inflicted on him by the other party.

Including his lost memories.

Ye Wuyou had to admit that the other party was very rigorous and careful in his work.

He did not kill himself directly, but used his magical powers to make himself die from the disease, which even lasted for several days, allowing outsiders to see how sick he was.

The reason for swapping the paintings was that he was worried that people would know that his father had bought the paintings before his death, and then the paintings would disappear, which would arouse suspicion.

Erasing one's own memory is to prevent oneself from being discovered. Even further, what if someone wants to search one's soul?
Ye Wuyou could only admire the fact that so many methods and concerns were used on himself, who was just an ordinary person at the time.

If it weren't for Tian Yan, even if he realized that he had lost his memory, he would have no clue.

But now Ye Wuyou knows who to look for.

With such a clear and conspicuous target, Ye Wuyou originally wanted to find an opportunity when Wu Zulong was traveling, first arrest him, then interrogate him and finally kill him with a knife.

But that guy didn't go out for four or five days.

As for the mansion.

Unlike what Ye Wuyou had imagined, the prefect's mansion was unexpectedly heavily guarded.

The patrolling officers and soldiers seemed to have made the mansion a key target and patrolled it non-stop.

In addition, there are many guards in the mansion. Just from a rough perception, they are all practitioners of the same realm, and some of them are at a higher realm.

It is not realistic to sneak in silently.

He walked along the street, found a tea stall to sit down, and then drank tea while looking at the street.

A not-so-familiar figure walked down the street, but it was just him alone. The luxurious carriage from the past was nowhere to be seen.

Ma Liu walked swaggeringly on the street, taking whatever was being sold at the stalls nearby.

Looking at the stall owners' faces that were clearly filled with resentment but had to force a smile, Ma Liu felt very happy.

Even though he acts as a grandson in front of the Third Young Master, he is the master when walking in Tianlan City.

The government has no control over him.

He ate and drank along the way, then turned and walked into a shop, shouting loudly.

But no one around paid any attention to him.

"Damn it, you guys don't take me seriously, do you?" Ma Liu slammed the table, but felt a sudden pain in his hand.

How can a wooden table be so hard?

But then, everything in front of me changed.

I was not in a store, but in an alley.

The hit just now hit the wall directly.

Ma Liu panicked. Was he possessed by evil spirits?

A hoarse voice came from behind, "Don't worry, it's just a little trick. Next, you answer whatever I ask."

Ma Liu turned around tremblingly, only to see an old man with a haggard face.

"Senior... I am Ma Liu. If I have disturbed you in any way, I will pay you."

"I ask, you answer."

A tentacle emerged from behind and wrapped around Ma Liu, scaring him so much that he cried for his parents.

The old man was Ye Wuyou. All this was just a small illusion that could be seen by anyone in an ordinary state, but Ma Liu was obviously not among them.

"Yes, yes, senior, you say so."

"Let me ask you, where is the person you usually follow?"

Ma Liu was stunned, but immediately realized that the other person was talking about the Third Young Master.

So this senior was not looking for me.

Ye Wuyou thought the other party would hold out for a while, but Ma Liu's loyalty was obviously not as high as he thought.

"You, you mean the Third Young Master? He has been staying in the mansion these past few days and has not gone out."

Immediately afterwards, Ma Liu spoke again without waiting for Ye Wuyou to ask.

"Senior, I really don't know why he doesn't go out. I heard that he was confined by the prefect. Their father-son relationship is not very good..."

"House arrest?" Ye Wuyou frowned.

"But I have a way. I have a way to see him." Ma Liu whispered.

"Oh? What method?" Ye Wuyou asked in a low voice.

But what responded to him was Ma Liu's increasingly rampant and cold laughter.

"Once I capture you, you will be able to see the Third Young Master."

Ma Liu kicked his feet, a strange talisman was stuck on his body, and he fled quickly.

"Hahahaha, what the Third Young Master said is right. Someone will definitely be looking for him these days! That's why I have to parade him around the streets all day. I'm tired of waiting!"

"Do you think you're the only one watching from the dark? Do you think we're idiots? This is so funny. We've actually been waiting for you to take the bait!"

As Ma Liu finished speaking, his life also came to an end.

The strange talisman made him very fast, but not faster than Ye Wuyou's ghost hand.

"thump."

The corpse fell from the sky, splashing dust all over the ground.

Ye Wuyou turned his head and looked around.

In the alley, dozens of figures slowly gathered.

(End of this chapter)