My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 69 Barrier
Ye Wuyou opened his eyes.

The ceiling looks familiar. Is this the courtyard where Zhao Changhe lived before?

There was a warm feeling in my chest.

He raised his head slightly and met Qiu Gua's bright eyes, who looked a little surprised.

"Mr. Ye, you're awake. You've been sleeping for three days."

As Qiu Gua spoke, he did not stop moving. He bent over slightly with a focused look on his face.

The soft and warm sunlight shines through the window onto the woman, reflecting her voluptuous curves.

[Dual cultivation, double cultivation directly! ]

[You have extraordinary comprehension, and you instantly comprehended the supreme secret method - the method of blissful happiness]

I really understand...

No, the dog is usually useless, is it only so generous at this time?

Ye Wuyou felt his own Dao heart which was slightly moved, hesitated for a moment, and said.

"How about I do it?"

"Mr. Ye is still injured, is that okay?"

"Row."

Ye Wuyou took the object from Qiu Gua's hand and wiped his body.

The surface of this thing was wet and slippery. It was not a towel, but a slippery leather bag filled with hot water. It trembled when I held it in my hand.

Ye Wuyou faintly smelled a hint of medicinal fragrance on it.

"what is this?"

"Sir, this was invented by Dong Zao. She specializes in cultivation tools and likes to tinker with these things. There are medicines inside, and wiping your body with them can help heal your external injuries as quickly as possible."

"Strong...awesome."

Now that I'm awake, there's no need to trouble others for many things.

After Qiu Gua left, Ye Wuyou began to examine his body carefully.

The injuries on his body healed quickly, and the several scars including the previous burnt ones were almost healed. I don’t know if it was because of my body’s strong recovery ability or the unique treatment in the past few days.

Of course, Ye Wuyou was not looking at this.

A body that looks normal in the eyes of outsiders may appear different in one’s own eyes.

The dark blue blood vessels in front of his chest faded slightly, but his entire left arm had turned completely dark blue.

The strange erosion did not recede.

Although the Shinto technique Tianyan has infinite uses, it is more of a suppression of its own weirdness.

By consuming the weird power, you can stop the continuous erosion of the weird.

However, although the left arm that had turned into a "ghost hand" could slowly recover through the continuous use of Tianyan, the speed was very slow, like peeling off silk from a cocoon.

Thinking of this, Ye Wuyou felt a little headache. It seemed that he relied too much on the weirdness.

Although he had decided to use it as little as possible in most cases, when he really encountered something, his strange ability gave him a lot of help.

Because it is really useful.

"Ugh."

There was determination in Ye Wuyou's eyes.

I, Ye Wuyou, have been practicing till now relying entirely on my own strength. It doesn't matter if it's just a little weird.

[You have a higher level of awareness of spiritual practice, and finally realize that all external forces are unreliable, so you turn your attention to yourself]

[Now, as long as you practice diligently, you will be able to enter the second level of the No-Form Heart Sutra - the All-Beings Realm - in no time.]

Ye Wuyou frowned for no reason.

Definitely next time.

The "Formless Heart Sutra" is undoubtedly a very mysterious practice. It can be practiced automatically around the clock and imitate the supernatural powers of others. These two points alone make it a first-class practice in the world.

But Ye Wuyou is now extremely cautious about the several levels within it.

Besides, he has other means.

He reached out and poked his right eyeball.

A very interesting experiment: point your finger towards your eyes. Even if you know what you are going to do next, your eyes will uncontrollably close and dodge.

If the eyes don't dodge, keep reaching in.

But his right eye would not, because it was not considered Ye Wuyou's eye. The strange eye of the beast exuded a strange scarlet.

Will my right eye, which has absorbed the power of that ghost painting, be any different now?

As soon as he thought about it, the look of the room suddenly changed.

Darkness, silence, and a faint candlelight on the wall...

And the woman in white with cold eyes and a sword in her hand.

Looking at the scene on the eighth floor of the Heavenly Prison, Ye Wuyou nodded with satisfaction and dispelled the illusion.

With his right eye having absorbed the aura of the Dao within the ghost painting, even he could now easily create illusions.

As for before, it could only be called an illusion at best, and it could only be used on oneself, and it could not create such a magnificent illusion that would make people deeply trapped in it.

There is only one word difference between illusion and dream, but it makes a huge difference.

"If you have the chance, you can learn some illusion techniques."

If I really knew illusion, I think the ability of my right eye would be greatly improved.

Who knows, when his illusion technique becomes perfect, when he encounters an enemy, he only needs to glare at him and the enemy will have already spent countless years in the illusion.

Ye Wuyou was still exploring himself when Qiu Gua's voice came from outside the door.

"Master Ye, Lord Lu told you to go to the prison to find him after you wake up."

Ye Wuyou stood up and walked towards the gate of the courtyard.

Qiu Gua kept his head down until he sent Ye Wuyou to the gate of the courtyard, then bowed gently.

Why are you worshipping me?

Ye Wuyou felt a little surprised, but didn't ask much and went towards Tianlan City alone.

After three days, apart from the original "mansion" being surrounded, there was actually no change in Tianlan City.

But the people in the streets and alleys have a new topic that they can never stop talking about.

Some people even came out to call out for customers in the teahouse.

[The prefect's family was brutally murdered overnight. Who did it?]

[The three realms are in chaos, and blood flows like a river]

[Shocked, Wu's unknown past]

……

The teahouse was full of people, and although the storyteller was spitting loudly, everyone was still listening with great interest.

Ye Wuyou felt a little uncomfortable and quickened his pace.

Soon, he returned to the prison.

There is still no change on the first level of the prison. The people are still the same, or even fewer.

He did not notice that as he walked into the prison, the voices of conversation inside became quieter.

Even the atmosphere seemed to have changed slightly.

Ye Wuyou looked at the busy old figure, smiled, and walked forward to say hello.

"Uncle Wang."

The busy Uncle Wang turned around and when he saw Ye Wuyou, a look of surprise first appeared on his weathered face.

But then the surprise quickly disappeared.

Uncle Wang stopped and stared at Ye Wuyou in a daze, with an expression of joy and sadness on his face. He moved his lips but said nothing.

His attitude finally became respectful. He took a step back, clasped his fists and bowed.

"Master Ye..."

Ye Wuyou looked somewhat bewildered and stunned. He looked at the familiar Uncle Wang and watched him take a step back.

There seemed to be a sad barrier between the two of them.

He finally realized something at this moment.

Ordinary people do not know the truth, but those in the prison are aware of what happened three days ago.

The words of the narration sounded leisurely in my mind.

[You are not surprised by the actions of these ignorant and mundane people, and you even feel a little confused.]

[They should have kneeled down to you]

(End of this chapter)