My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 63 At this moment, the offense and defense have changed
It was already the afternoon of the second day when I came out of the prison.

Ye Wuyou didn't wait for Zhao Changhe, but instead received the news that Lord Zhao and the prefect were going to a night banquet together.

This is not good news.

The black man tapped lightly on the palm of his hand.

Tian Yan, who had already cultivated to the second level, seemed to have brought Ye Wuyou more information.

But at the same time, the consumption is also greater.

Even if it has its own strange consequences, it cannot be used without restraint.

The result Ye Wuyou saw using Tianyan at this moment was very vague.

"If I stay in the prison forever, Tian Yan will not be able to predict the crisis."

"But what's interesting is that in the Tianyan method, if I walk out of the Heavenly Prison, although it will be dangerous, it will not be fatal. On the contrary, I can gain something."

Wu Zulong stayed in that mansion, making it difficult for him to take action.

By staying in the prison, you can ensure your own safety.

Ye Wuyou thought for a while.

He walked out of the prison.

The other party used the Ma Liu as bait to lure himself into the trap.

So what can you catch by using yourself as bait?

Ye Wuyou strolled around the city until it got dark, then he slowly walked towards home.

The long alley was still very quiet. Candles had been lit in the house next door, and the faint aroma of food could be smelled.

Ye Wuyou did not disturb others. He stood at the gate of his courtyard, staring.

It seems as if you can see the dark house through the wooden door.

He couldn't see it, of course, but the narration in his mind gave him the answer.

Ye Wuyou gently pushed open the gate and walked in.

……

The gray-robed old man was standing quietly in the dark house with a calm expression.

But at this moment, his figure seemed a little different.

If you look closely at the edges of his robes, you can see faint distorted waves around him, like illusory light and shadow.

What was even more strange was that he was standing inside the house, but if an ordinary person came to see him, it would be almost impossible to sense his presence.

As a cultivator with great supernatural powers in the fourth realm, Mr. Liu has absolute confidence.

If we talk about the matter of crossing the border to kill people in the lower three realms, it is nothing.

However, it is extremely difficult for the lower three realms to defeat the middle three realms, or to escape from the middle three realms.

Because practitioners in the middle three realms, in addition to stronger magical powers, more energy, and more spells, also have certain things that the lower three realms do not possess.

Flying in the air, Dharma image, and soul.

The cultivation in the middle three realms also has various branches, such as formation, medical skills, illusion, and witchcraft...

But there is one more thing than the lower three realms.

Divine soul.

Mr. Liu specializes in cultivating the spirit and soul.

Therefore, his soul is more powerful than himself.

Sensing something, Mr. Liu raised his head slightly and looked out the door calmly.

It’s finally here. I’ve been waiting for so long.

"Squeak..."

The door was slowly pushed open.

A man in a black robe walked into the room, looking nonchalant.

Old Liu's figure floated up, and in just a second, he had the opponent's life and death in his hands.

But he didn't start right away because he still had a few questions.

The Third Young Master was bewitched by an evil spirit several months ago, and they didn't know what exactly happened, but now it seems that it is related to this kid.

"Little brat, behave yourself. I have a few questions for you."

Mr. Liu's voice was hoarse, strange and shrill.

But the next second.

His body shape suddenly changed, and Liu Lao, who was originally a spirit, suddenly felt that he was grabbed by a strong force and then pressed hard against the wall.

The man in black robe was already sitting quietly on the chair, with his legs crossed and his head propped up, looking at himself quietly.

A cold voice with a hint of sharpness came from his mouth.

"Old man, be quiet. I have a few questions for you."

At this moment, Mr. Liu just felt dizzy and he had no idea what was going on.

Because in his sight, there was nothing in front of him.

But there was a pair of huge hands holding him down tightly, making it impossible for him to escape.

Even the soul felt waves of pain.

"What is this? Why can't I see it?"

Unfortunately, Ye Wuyou did not intend to answer his questions. Instead, he lit a candle, took out a pen and paper, and wanted to write something.

The ink in the inkstone has dried up and needs to be ground.

So he used one of his ghost hands to grind ink for his inkstone.

Under the candlelight, Ye Wuyou still sat quietly, leaning his head on his hand, his hands completely motionless, but the ink ingot was gently turning by itself.

Feeling the frightened look from Old Liu, Ye Wuyou smiled.

"What's wrong? I'm a scholar after all. How can I grind it myself?"

At this moment, Old Liu finally realized something, the constant tingling sensation in his soul and the existence that he could not see at all.

He knew what this was.

"Weird, you actually mastered a weird? How is it possible!"

His words stopped abruptly as a ghostly blue hand covered his mouth.

"Shhh."

Ye Wuyou didn't want to disturb the neighbors.

Old Liu felt hopeless at this moment. He had majored in the soul in the first place because he had unique means of preserving his life.

But the strange power was specifically designed to defeat the soul, and now he had no means of escape at all.

At this moment, Ye Wuyou finally picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote the first question on the paper.

He asked as he wrote.

"A cultivator of the fourth realm with great magical powers, are you here for the Third Young Master, or for the Prefect?"

This question is crucial and will affect all subsequent choices Ye Wuyou makes.

But faced with his questions, Mr. Liu chose to remain silent.

Since he had fallen into the hands of the other party and could not escape, Mr. Liu did not think of going back alive. Saying more would only harm the Third Young Master and the adults.

Seeing that the other party didn't speak, Ye Wuyou didn't continue to ask, but thought for a while and spoke slowly on his own.

"Your Third Young Master is a very timid person, but he is also very careful and meticulous in his actions. If he could have persuaded you, the ones who surrounded and killed me yesterday would not have been those scumbags of the first and second realms."

"If it were him, he would definitely use the least risky method, which is to invite you directly."

"But he didn't. Instead, you came the next day. So it was the order from the prefect?"

Ye Wuyou smiled and wrote the word "prefect" on the paper.

Mr. Liu remained unmoved.

But the second question has arisen.

"Do you know why you three young masters want to kill me?"

Mr. Liu still didn't speak.

"Forget it. I guess you don't know. After all, if you knew, you might take the initiative to kill me."

Ye Wuyou smiled, looking relieved.

"In this case, the only person who knows about me is that guy."

"Also, he didn't seem to tell anyone about the painting."

This matter refers to the fact that Ye Wuyou is alive.

Old Liu's expression changed slightly. He originally wanted to investigate the matter, but now he knew nothing and was captured by the other party.

Painting? What painting?

Could it be that the Third Young Master has something else in his hands that we don’t know about?
Mr. Liu felt very passive at the moment. He hadn't said anything, but the other party seemed to know everything.

"The third question... never mind, it's not really a problem."

Ye Wuyou slowly stood up, stood in front of Old Liu's soul, and smiled.

"Even you, a great master of the fourth realm, are going to die. That mansion seems very empty now."

"I plan to destroy your mansion tonight. If you have any last words, I will bring them to you later."

After hearing this, Mr. Liu finally spoke.

"You can't do it." The old man's voice was tinged with a hint of mockery.

"Why? Even you are not my opponent. As for those guys in the first and second realms, how can they stop me, right?" Ye Wuyou looked at him.

"I cultivate the soul, and I am facing you just out of bad luck. I admit defeat, but if you think that..."

However, before Mr. Liu finished his words, Ye Wuyou had already sat back at the table, writing something quickly with his pen.

"From this, we can conclude that there must be at least one cultivator in the middle third realm in the prefect's residence, and he is not mainly cultivating the soul."

Mr. Liu's expression changed.

He no longer cared about the stabbing pain in his soul, and the old voice roared.

"How dare you cheat me."

"Don't speak so loudly, old man. How can you speak so harshly about the affairs of scholars?" Ye Wuyou said in a light voice.

"That's reasoning," he said seriously.

He stood up and waved the paper with wet ink in front of Mr. Liu.

"Not only that, the remaining great supernatural power in your mansion is probably no more than the fifth realm, and there is a high probability that he is at the fourth realm like you." "Otherwise, Zhao Changhe would not have to help deal with the evil spirits at that time, after all, he was only at the fifth realm."

"Why do you look so grim? Is it because of the pain or because of what I said? Hahaha."

Looking at that ugly face, Ye Wuyou couldn't help laughing.

Fangcunshan is right.

My mind was not calm enough before, and many things were ignored.

It's much better now.

The old soul was somewhat touched, and he spoke silently with a complicated expression.

"Who are you? If you have a strange body, why do you pretend to be in a state of mind? Is it interesting?"

This time it was Ye Wuyou's turn to be stunned.

He took a few steps back, closed his eyes gently, and felt himself.

The "Formless Heart Sutra" is a fully automatic mental method, which means that he is practicing it all the time.

Three, two, one...

The forty-sixth extra meridian acupoint was finally opened.

Ye Wuyou exuded his own aura and felt very majestic.

But in the eyes of Mr. Liu.

Very weak.

It’s just a real state.

"How is this possible?" Old Liu was somewhat incredulous.

Ye Wuyou was in a very happy mood at the moment.

The young man closed his eyes and opened them again, then stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers lightly in front of Mr. Liu.

"Snapped!"

The qi had already been condensed to the extreme under the pressure of the evil spirit and murderous intent of Fangcun Mountain, and in an instant it turned into liquid in the dantian.

The second realm is clear and your life span will be increased by thirty years.

Seeing clearly.

Although my eyes are closed, I can still see things.

Ye Wuyou could clearly sense every blade of grass and tree in the courtyard, everything in Cuicui's house next door, and even the inside and outside of the alley.

"Can the second realm see so far? Why haven't I seen Lin Qingqing and the others do this before?" Ye Wuyou was a little surprised.

He had no idea how much the forty-six extra-meridian acupoints had improved his second realm.

But now, Mr. Liu's face has completely darkened.

This kid was really just a first level person before...

Moreover, what does it mean that he deliberately snapped his fingers in front of me and then advanced to the second level?
This means that the other party could have been promoted to the second level long ago, but he has been suppressing it.

Is it necessary?
Is the second realm awesome?
Such humiliation?

Mr. Liu couldn't understand.

Ye Wuyou felt himself, then suppressed the smile on his face and continued speaking.

"The fourth question..."

But before he finished his words, a look of determination appeared on Old Liu's face, and then his body, which was filled with concentrated spirit and soul, began to tremble.

The trembling became more and more crazy.

"boom!"

He blew himself up.

A cultivator with great supernatural powers who was in the fourth realm was forced to self-destruct his soul by someone in the first realm, no, now he was in the second realm.

But if he let Ye Wuyou continue asking, Old Liu felt that everything about himself would be exposed.

Besides, after being caught by the weirdo, he didn't want to live in the first place.

The dark blue figure blocked everything for Ye Wuyou.

Even so, Ye Wuyou didn't feel well, and the energy in his body kept shaking, but fortunately he was not injured.

But his expression was extremely ugly.

Hearing the noise, Cuicui's family ran out and looked at the figure standing in the ruins in amazement.

But no one spoke first.

In the end, it was the little kid who spoke first.

"Brother Ye, were you setting off firecrackers just now? It was so loud. And brother, why did your house collapse?"

"Ah, it's Cuicui... Yes, I fired a cannon, it was quite powerful, you guys eat yours."

……

Wu family residence.

An extremely weak soul flew over.

Old Liu, who was sitting quietly in the secret room, suddenly opened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of blood.

His consciousness began to dissipate, and his soul was destroyed. He could not survive with just this little bit of what was left.

Now is the moment of death.

But he still stood up and stumbled towards the Third Young Master's house.

At least, bring some news to that person...

Wu Zulong was standing in the room at this moment, with the painting hanging on the wall.

His father's scolding was still ringing in his ears.

Wu Zulong is a very timid person.

Since childhood, he was not as good as his eldest brother in spiritual practice, nor as good as his second brother in studying. As time passed, the eldest brother became a general in the border army, and the second brother became an official in the court. Both of them were extremely outstanding.

In Wu Zulong's eyes, his two brothers were insurmountable mountains. He was just in their shadow and could never catch up with them no matter how hard he tried.

So he took action.

Drinking and having fun, seeking pleasure in brothels...

Until that day, a woman found him, or rather, she valued his identity and approached him.

It doesn’t matter, as long as he looks good, Wu Zulong doesn’t care about anything else.

The woman was looking for a painting and finally found it.

He didn't know what it was, but the other party said that this painting could make people realize all their wishes, but they had to pay a price.

Wu Zulong is timid, but he is not stupid. On the contrary, the more timid he becomes, the more careful he becomes.

He could also see that the painting was no ordinary object.

Moreover, he discovered that this woman was a demon.

He tricked the woman back home, and then joined forces with two priests to kill the evil spirit.

The painting came into his hands long ago and no one knew about it.

He wanted to gain power.

The price Ke Hua offered was to kill his own father.

Madness and entanglement kept flashing back and forth in his mind, causing him to pace back and forth in the room involuntarily.

The door was pushed open.

A figure staggered in.

"Mr. Liu?" Wu Zulong was stunned. He knew that this man was his family's priest and had been doing this for decades, so he held a very high status.

Mr. Liu was almost unconscious at this moment. He forced himself to raise his head and spoke to the other party.

"Third Master, you have to be careful..."

Halfway through the conversation.

Old Liu's eyes fell on the painting on the wall.

Or rather, it was the faceless woman in the painting who saw him.

There was a trace of fear on Old Liu's face, and the last bit of life in his body was fading away wildly.

His figure knelt on the ground and then slowly fell down.

he died.

Wu Zulong was still confused, but the powerful energy coming from his body made him unable to help but make a sound.

The state he reached by taking drugs was now rapidly improving.

Second realm, third realm.

It didn't stop until it reached the third realm.

"This……"

Feeling the power in his body, Wu Zulong couldn't help but laugh out loud because of the unprecedented sense of strength.

The faceless woman in the portrait remained unmoved, except for the areas around her face that became more detailed.

“Why, why…I see, hahahaha.”

How could he not understand at this point?

He walked to the body of Old Liu lying on the ground, squatted down, and stared quietly at the old face that still showed an expression of unwillingness.

Ever since he could remember, everyone doted on him.

But it wasn't until he was rejected by his father because he had no talent that many people's attitudes changed.

Only this old priest often showed kindness to him, making him feel close to him.

"Grandpa Liu, why are you so nice to me?" I once asked him when I was younger.

"I, Old Liu, have watched the Third Young Master grow up, so I naturally know what kind of person he is. It's just a little setback, and he will get over it sooner or later."

The scenes of the past are still vivid in my mind.

Wu Zulong stood up, and the timidity in his eyes disappeared as he gained strength, turning into coldness and madness.

He raised his foot and kicked the dead old man beneath him hard.

"Old man, you should have died long ago."

(End of this chapter)