My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 68: Storm Rising (5000 words)
Wu Zulong, who was possessed by a strange eyeball, was still jumping around excitedly on the eaves of the houses, shouting nonsense.

He seemed very excited, or rather his eyes were very excited.

The consciousness and wisdom of weird things seem to be a few points higher than simple weirdness, but only a few points.

Just like this ghost painting, it can communicate with people. The ghost eyes, although unable to speak, have certain thoughts.

The thought of leaving Ye Wuyou's body really made it too excited.

That body was so terrifying. There were powerful remains inside it that were completely uncontrollable.

The poor little eyes can only be manipulated by others and can look wherever they want.

But now, it’s quite different!

Ye Wuyou below slowly raised his head and looked at him with his dark eyes.

"Old Liu" stood where he was, not daring to move. He was the real ghost in the painting, the painting in Ye Wuyou's ghost hand, if it was destroyed, everything would be gone.

When Wu Zulong was staring at Ye Wuyou, he was stunned involuntarily.

But then he opened his mouth and his eyes flashed red.

The sound of sobbing bells and a wonderful fantasy unfold at the same time.

[Want to use illusions to disturb people's minds? This idea is ridiculous in your eyes. There are always foolish people in the world who use their weaknesses to challenge your strengths.]

Still want to disturb my mind?

Not to mention that Ye Wuyou was not affected by the strangeness around him, even if there was no "ghost", Ye Wuyou might not be able to fall into the illusion.

Do you know what I have been through along the way?

Wu Zulong stood on the eaves, but what greeted him was not Ye Wuyou's confusion, but a fierce fight.

Along with that brutal slap, the words that followed were a bit cold and funny.

"Give you a chance, but you are useless."

He gently wiped Wu Zulong's eye sockets with his hand, and the scarlet eyeballs popped out.

Wu Zulong's body fell to the ground, still breathing, but it was only a matter of time.

Just like the man in brocade robe who was not sure whether he was alive or dead in the illusion that day, he only realized at the last moment that he was already dead.

Ye Wuyou ignored him. He walked past the dazed Old Liu, walked to the pool of water nearby, and washed his eyeballs covered with mucus in the water.

After washing it clean, Ye Wuyou nodded with satisfaction, and then embedded the eyeball into his eye socket again.

He stood there and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

How come water got into my eyes?

The ghost painting in his hand was spread out, and the faceless woman inside was still trembling.

"No, don't destroy me, I can help you realize your wishes, all your wishes!"

Oh, you're also called the Holy Grail, right?
Seeing that Ye Wuyou did not take any action, the woman in the painting tried again.

"Whatever you want, I can help you. Immortality, endless power, worldly power, any woman you want..."

Along with the sound of the ghost painting, Ye Wuyou even felt an inexplicable force that seemed to want to erode him and bewitched him.

Of course, Ye Wuyou was not affected.

It's bewitching! No wonder people who get the painting believe it.

Ye Wuyou frowned. This ghost painting was obviously rubbish, but it was really good at bragging...

[Listening to this rubbish's meaningless struggle, your heart is calm without any waves. Yes, everyone knows that you, Ye Wuyou, are famous throughout your life, but no one can understand what you want.]

Yeah, what do I want?
[After going through so many things, cleansing the world, the red dust is so far away, all you want is to return to the fields and take off your armor, and then hold a cup of tea brewed by her]

The painting style is nice, but does that matter?

Ye Wuyou shook his head and smiled gently.

The ghost painting in his hand was torn into pieces by him.

The ghost paintings that ordinary people cannot destroy no matter what are like brittle paper in the face of true weirdness.

Old Liu's body turned into minced meat and shattered to the ground.

A woman's shrill wail was heard from the torn ghost painting, followed by wisps of invisible smoke and dust, which were madly swallowed by Ye Wuyou's right eye.

Would a strange thing that has been tainted with a trace of the aura of the Great Dao want to devour other strange things to make itself closer to true strangeness?

After this, what changes will occur to my right eye?
After a while, a very wonderful feeling came over me, and my eyes revealed a tingling and satisfying feeling.

It’s hard to describe this feeling. To be more precise, it’s like the pleasure and climax that bring people great happiness.

Ye Wuyou took a deep breath and calmed the thoughts in his mind.

There was no need to think about the ghost painting's words. Ye Wuyou had initially held a glimmer of hope, but the facts proved that it was all false.

My father never got to see his real mother, and I failed to pass the imperial examination.

The immortality that Wu Zulong hoped for was actually just turning into a puppet of ghost painting. What is the difference between this kind of immortality and death?
As for the other party's third realm power?
That was just rootless water, just like when Xia Anmeng possessed him, it only briefly elevated his realm. Once it was used up, it was used up.

The ghost painting is really full of nonsense.

"thump."

A headless corpse in black fell down and landed next to Ye Wuyou.

Ye Wuyou took a look and then looked away, not looking at the miserable corpse again.

Fang Cunshan, covered in blood, came from the air, holding a man's head in his hand, and then threw it gently.

"Tsk, that's a bit pitiful, kid. Can these guys from the lower third realm make you like this?"

"You're too slow."

"These are two people in the fourth realm. You have to know that people in the middle third realm are very difficult to kill. In addition to killing them, you also have to crush their souls. Otherwise, what if there are hidden dangers left behind?" Fang Cunshan laughed.

Ye Wuyou didn't say anything. What he had to do now was to leave as soon as possible.

Fang Cunshan narrowed his eyes and then laughed out loud, but this laugh became even more awkward.

"Ye boy, I'm sorry, I played with those two guys for too long. We took a little too long. You may not be able to leave. We are surrounded outside."

Ye Wuyou glanced at him.

"Why are you looking at me? I can walk. They can't catch up with me when I fly. What's the matter? Don't you have any backup plan?" Fang Cunshan said calmly.

Ye Wuyou couldn't help it.

"What the hell..."

hum...

In the night sky, the sound of breaking air resounded through the sky.

When something reaches a certain speed, the whistling sound will produce an extremely harsh roar.

Fang Cunshan's smiling face suddenly became solemn, and two bloody scimitars appeared in his hands, which he then crossed in front of him, one in front and one behind.

Ye Wuyou stood behind him, and the huge pressure forced him to retreat uncontrollably.

He squinted his eyes and tried to look up at the sky.

The arrow is like a shooting star.

It will be here in a moment.

Rumble.

The roar and flash razed the mansion, which was already ablaze, to the ground.

Ye Wuyou was not injured, it was Fangcun Mountain that blocked the arrow.

Before Ye Wuyou could come to his senses, Fangcun Mountain had already risen from the ground.

His figure was hovering high in the sky, shouting loudly to the surroundings.

"Stop fighting. The guy below has surrendered. He is a prisoner in the Heavenly Prison. He has deeply realized his mistakes and is willing to spend his whole life in prison."

Immediately afterwards, Fang Cunshan spoke to Ye Wuyou alone.

"Boy, I will withdraw first. The city garrison, soldiers, government officials, and people in the prison are all here.

This arrow is a magic weapon in the army. I have done my best. Just surrender. This is how I was sent to the prison. After all, surrendering yourself does not count as being arrested."

Turning yourself in doesn’t count as getting arrested!
Then, Fang Cunshan's figure turned into a red light and rushed straight towards a certain direction in the sky.

Several figures flew into the air and chased after each other.

In the night sky, Fangcun Mountain’s loud laughter echoed in all directions.

"Don't chase me. You can't catch up with me. The border is three hundred miles away. Can't I just leave Dayan?"

The mansion is gone.

It's flat ground now.

Ye Wuyou narrowed his eyes and looked around.

Dense crowds of people have surrounded him.

These people had gathered outside the mansion before. The reason they did not move forward was probably because the majesty of Fangcun Mountain above the sky was too shocking.

But now Fangcunshan is gone, and their pace is getting closer and closer.

Do you want to use the backhand?
But even so, can I leave?
If it really doesn't work... going to jail is not bad either. After all, being a jailer is like going to jail.

Although the crowd around them was approaching, they still did not take action.

All this happened because of someone's old voice.

Zhao Changhe's figure appeared on a nearby rooftop at some point, shouting while holding a toothpick in his mouth.

"Ye boy, it's really hard to deal with you doing this."

[Difficult? Then I think we should just give up! ]

[They are just a bunch of rabble, and they want to stop you. Just be angry first. On this day, you, Ye Wuyou, will return to the state of selflessness.]

[You don’t care about anyone here, except the old man picking his teeth]

Ye Wuyou thought for a moment, then stretched out his hand and waved towards Zhao Changhe.

"Master Zhao, is there any vacancy in the cell?"

"Yes, the one in Fangcun Mountain is empty now. You can stay there first."

There was a rustling sound from the side, and then a human figure was seen crawling out tremblingly from the scorched earth.

Ye Wuyou looked surprised.

He's not dead yet?

Wu Zulong's eyes were blank. When he first saw Ye Wuyou, he was so frightened that his legs trembled and he took several steps back.

There were soldiers protecting him on the side and said something.

"Third Young Master, you..."

Before he could finish his words, he was beheaded.

The officers and soldiers around took a step back, but then rushed forward with murderous looks on their faces.

Wu Zulong looked dazed, the only remaining energy of the third realm fluctuating in his body, but he had already forgotten who he was.

The ghost paintings and ghost eyes that had successively eroded his body had already caused his mind to collapse.

The crowd around suddenly split into two paths, and then a figure walked out.

The face of Magistrate Wu seemed to have aged infinitely in an instant. He stared blankly in front of him, at the figure of Wu Zulong.

Broken arms, mutilated body, covered with scars, and empty eye sockets dripping with blood.

And the clear bloodstain on the head that was deep enough to see the bone. Everyone knew that it was no longer a human being.

The officers and soldiers moved forward, their weapons emitting a cool chill in the moonlight.

"Azu..."

The scattered gazes seemed to have a focus following the sound.

Wu Zulong looked over and looked at his "father".

"Grandfather, Grandfather, please come here, please come here first." Magistrate Wu's words revealed a pleading tone.

After hearing his words, the officers and soldiers who were about to take action stopped.

The confusion in Wu Zulong's eyes seemed to gradually calm down, and he murmured in a low voice.

"Father?"

Hearing these familiar words, Magistrate Wu's voice became slurred and his hands trembled with emotion.

"Azu, Azu, why did you become like this..."

But after hearing this, Wu Zulong, who had been calm, smiled.

In the only dark eye left, there was no longer any trace of the cowardice he had in life, but instead there was a twisted madness that could not be erased.

He stretched out his hand, pointed at the other person, and spoke hoarsely.

"Why did I become like this? Don't you have any idea? Ah!"

"Lao Deng!"

Magistrate Wu had a dazed look on his face but was speechless. He didn't understand.

Why did the child who didn't dare to look me in the eye become like this?

"Day by day, what do you know?"

"My eldest and second brothers are both smart and good at cultivation, but I am not. So am I nothing?"

"You only let me practice and study. Have you ever asked me what I want to do?"

"I hang out with those young men all day long. Do you know why?"

"Because they treat me as a human being on the surface, but you treat me as trash!!!"

Magistrate Wu's hands were shaking, his face was twitching, and he finally roared.

"Because I'm your father and I'm the prefect, you're embarrassing me!"

"But you're not my father at all." Wu Zulong roared.

Hearing this, Magistrate Wu was startled, as if he had thought of something.

Then he spurted out a mouthful of blood as if he had been hit hard.

[Wonderful, so damn wonderful. Even if you have experienced a lot, you have never seen such a scene. Even if you can understand the great way of this world, you can't understand the twists and turns between the rich and powerful.]

[Seeing this scene, your understanding of the "Heart Sutra of No Form" has reached a higher level, and you are one step closer to the second level of the "Heart Sutra of No Form"]

A big question mark appeared above Ye Wuyou's head as he took a break from his busy schedule to quietly eat melons?

Does the current situation have anything to do with the "Heart Sutra of No Form"?

Am I so intelligent?
Wu Zulong seemed to have spoken the deepest words in his heart and laughed again, feeling very happy.

He wanted to speak again, but a stream of energy crushed his head.

Ye Wuyou withdrew his hand and looked forward.

Magistrate Wu was vomiting blood but his eyes were becoming more and more angry.

"Kill, kill, kill him." Prefect Wu pointed a trembling finger at Ye Wuyou.

"Governor Wu, this is against the rules." Zhao Changhe said.

Magistrate Wu's eyes were bloodshot. He turned to look at Zhao Changhe without any fear, then looked at the countless people around him.

He said every word.

"This man destroyed my mansion, harmed my family, killed my children, and broke into the prison to release prisoners. No matter which one, it is a capital crime."

"Zhao Changhe! Are you really going to violate the laws of Dayan?"

Zhao Changhe looked displeased.

"That's not the case, but this person is in my prison. Even if he has committed a capital crime, I should be the one to deal with him."

"Okay, Zhao Changhe, if you say so, then let's execute this man now, okay?" Prefect Wu said with a grim smile.

"There are countless witnesses here. If Lord Zhao kills this man now, both the government and the prison will have an explanation in the end."

"If you don't agree, I will personally go to the capital to see the emperor and die in remonstrance!"

Zhao Changhe's eyes gradually became gloomy.

That’s why people who study are annoying.

He talks in a lot of different ways and always wants to make a last ditch effort. The key is that I really have no way to deal with him.

Lord Lu, you went to the border and really gave me a difficult problem.

Is your calculation complete?
When Magistrate Wu saw that Zhao Changhe didn't reply, he laughed bitterly twice, looked around, and was about to speak again.

But a warm voice came.

"Sir, what's wrong with you?"

As the words were spoken, a man in a blue shirt slowly fell from the air. He was covered in dust, with things in both hands.

The newcomer attracted all attention almost instantly.

The dim moonlight and burning torches illuminate Tianlan City in the middle of the night.

The light illuminated Lu Qingshan's smiling face, which always looked calm and composed.

Seeing everyone looking at his hand with confusion, Lu Qingshan thought for a moment and put down the package in his left hand.

"These are some specialties given by the border soldiers. By the way, Governor Wu, I also met your child. He is very nice."

But no one responded, they just looked at his other hand.

Only then did Lu Qingshan throw the person on his right down.

That is Fangcun Mountain.

A moment ago, Fang Cunshan, who was extremely arrogant and domineering, now closed his eyes, like a dead dog thrown to the ground by Lu Qingshan.

Lu Qingshan's words were very plain.

"I just came back from the border and saw a man flying and grinning. When I looked closely, I found that he was a prisoner in my prison, so I caught him."

After saying this, Lu Qingshan turned and looked at Zhao Changhe.

"Changhe, you failed to stop the prisoner from escaping from prison. You will be punished for this."

Zhao Changhe looked serious and bowed.

"Yes, Lord Lu."

Magistrate Wu bowed tremblingly, then spoke in a shrill voice, telling the story.

Lu Qingshan listened quietly, nodded from time to time, and comforted softly.

Prefect Wu felt a little relieved.

Then, Lu Qingshan slowly stepped forward and walked in front of Ye Wuyou.

"Wuyou, did you do all these things?"

"Yes."

"You did not do things cleanly, so you committed a capital crime."

"That's it."

Ye Wuyou nodded, then stretched out a hand and spread it out calmly.

An extremely illusory black figure appeared in the palm of his hand, but collapsed in a moment.

At the moment, he had very little energy left, and even his weirdness had stopped working. He could no longer fully perform Tian Yan.

But that's enough.

An inexplicable smile appeared on Lu Qingshan's calm face.

Ye Wuyou looked at him and said quietly.

"Is what you said before true?"

"Yes."

"I can do whatever I want in Da Yan?"

"can."

"I can do anything?"

"can."

"Can I kill anyone?"

"Except for that one, the rest are OK."

The two spoke exactly the same words as before.

The sound was not masked and people around could hear it clearly.

Tianlan City is filled with silence at this moment under the night sky.

Magistrate Wu looked stunned; he didn't quite understand what the other person was saying.

The prefect, who had aged immensely overnight, struggled to get up and walked towards Lu Qingshan.

He looked puzzled.

Lu Qingshan stepped forward and held the other person's trembling, cold hand.

Magistrate Wu spoke in a trembling voice, his voice hoarse and doubtful.

"Master Lu, what is this?"

"It's okay, don't worry."

Magistrate Wu nodded. Since Lord Lu said so, he could rest assured.

The light in his eyes dimmed, and there was no pain.

He went with peace of mind.

Then, Lu Qingshan pointed lightly at Ye Wuyou again.

"Go to sleep."

Ye Wuyou, who had been tense before and ready to enter into selflessness at any time, now felt dizzy.

His mind, which had been immune to the invasion of weirdness and magical powers, was now as fragile as thin paper, with no room for resistance under the other party's finger.

As Ye Wuyou's consciousness gradually faded, the last scene he saw was Lu Qingshan clasping his fists and bowing gently to the people around him.

"Thank you for your help, this matter is over, please go away."

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The first volume, "The Wind Rises in the Sky", is finished.

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(End of this chapter)