My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 90: Minor Injury
Ye Wuyou walked out of Fancheng and drove slowly on the official road.

There was no sadness or joy in his eyes. Sometimes he was kind and compassionate, sometimes he was angry... He seemed to have completely forgotten his current situation.

He met three groups of people in succession.

The first group was practitioners from the sect. They came on horseback, and when they saw Ye Wuyou, they stopped and asked where Fancheng was.

Ye Wuyou showed them the way and received a word of thanks.

"Let's go, fellow disciples. The demons and evil spirits are causing the most serious trouble in Fancheng. Follow me to slay the demons and find out who the heir of the national master is!"

A few people hurried away and asked one more question before finishing.

"Brother, are you okay with your injuries? Why are you bleeding?"

"It's just a minor injury." Ye Wuyou said calmly.

It's just a minor wound on the forehead. I had previously used Qi to suppress it, but now it can't be suppressed anymore and it started to bleed.

The second group of people were still practitioners from the sect. They came on horseback, protecting a caravan that looked frightened.

The questions were still the same, and Ye Wuyou still pointed out the way for them.

"Let's go, fellow disciples, escort the merchant team to a safe place. We will go and slay the monster, and meet the evil disciple of the national master!"

"By the way, brother, your injury is a bit serious, are you okay?"

The leader looked a little confused, but he didn't want to get involved because of the other party's temperament that kept people at a distance.

The evil disciple of the national teacher?

Ye Wuyou frowned slightly and said calmly.

"It's just a minor injury."

The Qi couldn't suppress the injury, and cracks began to appear in the taut flesh and blood, with spots of bright red coming out.

The third wave of people were still practitioners from the sect. They rode over on horses and started asking questions.

"Do you know where the bastard Ye Wuyou, the evil disciple of the national teacher, is?"

"Why are you looking for him?"

"Of course, kill him!"

Ye Wuyou thought for a moment, then slapped them to death.

After some twists and turns, Ye Wuyou no longer insisted and turned around and walked into the mountain path.

Walking slowly along the rugged mountain road, Ye Wuyou paused, looked up at the sky, and smiled.

"Foolish beings, do you also want to spy on me?"

He waved his hand, as if brushing away some debris in the air, and then moved forward again.

He walked a few dozen steps again, and spots of crimson flowed down his robe and fell to the ground.

Ye Wuyou's expression was calm.

"It's just a minor injury."

He reached out and touched his face, then spread it out before his eyes.

A bright red.

Whether it is the strange means or the second level of "The Formless Heart Sutra", they are both extremely powerful.

In addition, the "Blood Burning" that had been turned on and never turned off had forced Ye Wuyou's own Qi to be stacked to the third level of cultivation. All the Qi Hai acupoints and meridians in his body were running at double the speed, with maximum output, without any stagnation.

Otherwise, even in a close combat situation, the second realm cultivation alone would not be able to break the fourth realm's own protective qi.

Of course, as Zhao Changhe once said, "burning blood" can only last for five minutes.

Ye Wuyou thought this was wrong. What did an old man in the fifth realm know about burning blood?

Because he had been going on for fifty minutes.

And now...

Ye Wuyou looked indifferent and took a few more steps.

"It's just a minor injury." His voice trembled a little involuntarily, but his expression remained extremely calm.

After another three steps.

Blood flowed.

Paji.

Ye Wuyou fell to the ground, motionless.

Although blood was flowing, vitality was slowly fading away and consciousness was gradually becoming blurred.

But he still struggled to speak.

"It's just a minor injury."

……

Ye Wuyou woke up.

He raised his head with difficulty, confusion and realization in his eyes.

He killed a person with great magical powers in the fourth realm.

What kind of practice is the Formless Heart Sutra?

Ye Wuyou now has some understanding of the first level of selflessness.

If we talk about the self in the state of "no self", apart from being a little arrogant, we can also erase all the clutter in the mind, do everything we can, fight without distraction, and the flow of Qi is much better than usual.

Then it will be difficult for me to understand this “all beings have no form”.

Ye Wuyou had a strange look on his face. Now thinking back, the countless voices he had heard before, that mysterious state, seemed to be a very extraordinary realm.

Sudden enlightenment? I should have felt something in that state.

But I didn't understand anything at all, I just felt that the different noises were very noisy.

It was originally called "the world of all living things", but because I didn't understand it at all, I accidentally stepped into a strange realm.

The second level of the Heart Sutra of No Form: All living beings are formless.

He closed his eyes and tried to recall himself back then.

Compared to the state of "no self", the flow of Qi is more rapid and violent.

And in such a short period of time, it seemed that his soul had been elevated, although he only condensed a useless image of Lu Qingshan.

Leaving aside the soul for now, this is related to the third realm Yaoguang and the fourth realm Kaiyang.

The biggest difference is the state of mind.

Under the principle of "all beings have no form", I see all beings as ants, humans, monsters, and even poultry and wild beasts. In my heart, there is no difference, they are just ordinary lives.

What is this? Buddhism, Buddha?

No, at that time...Buddha was just a sentient being defined by him.

All beings are equal below me...

Ye Wuyou suddenly laughed because he suddenly thought of a very ironic statement he had made.

Above myself, everyone is equal; below myself, there are clear classes.

The thoughts became more and more complicated, so Ye Wuyou simply stopped thinking about it.

At this moment, the sky is full of stars, the mountains and forests are silent, with only the chirping of insects.

Perhaps because he had previously blocked the calculations of some powerful people, no one could find him while he was unconscious.

Ye Wuyou lay on the ground, and after struggling for about half an hour, he finally regained some strength.

He struggled to get up and stared at the pool of blood on the ground, stunned for a while.

How did you survive?

His own Qi was almost exhausted, and the bleeding had stopped, but he clearly didn't know how to heal the wound.

It can't be that the blood has dried up, right?

The injuries on his body have mostly healed at this moment, but not completely.

"Could it be Bai Lu?"

Did I use her life?
Ye Wuyou initially wanted to deny this idea, because he had experienced the innate talents of the royal fox demon.

At that time, I was resurrected with full health, instead of only half of it like now.

But no matter how much I talk about it, it still doesn't make sense. In my situation, only Bai Lu can save me.

Ye Wuyou was silent for a while, then walked to the side.

He now felt sticky all over and needed to find a place to wash.

After finding a pond, Ye Wuyou took off his clothes whose cuffs were already torn into strips. Just as he was about to throw them into the water, his eyes froze for a moment.

After a while, he smiled bitterly.

"what is this……"

An extremely ferocious mountain beast seemed to come to the pond to drink water at this moment. The beast pushed aside the jungle and saw the clear pond.

Under the moonlight, there is a figure by the pond.

"Roar... Roar?" The mountain beast just let out a low roar and then stopped where it was.

The mountain beast was stunned.

He rolled his eyes, then ran away with a roar.

If this mountain beast could speak, it would probably say, "Damn, I met a monster today."

Ye Wuyou didn't care and looked quietly into the pool.

His reflection appeared in the moonlight.

A figure with a head, an arm and a pair of legs was now standing by the pond, with red light in his eyes.

This is the full picture of Ye Wuyou.

The dark blue color spread to his left hand, his chest, and his entire upper body...

In the eyes of ordinary people, half of Ye Wuyou's body is transparent.

Ye Wuyou stood there for a while, and finally started washing clothes while cursing.

"Ghost, please do something. Aside from the ghost hand, is there no other use for it?"

"What is this, an invisible man? Or a half-invisible man? Even if you ask me to do something bad and watch the fairy bathing, I can't do it!"

A dark blue figure appeared behind him, listening to Ye Wuyou's cursing with an expressionless face.

It can't understand or speak, it's just a harmless monster.

After a moment, Ye Wuyou's cursing suddenly stopped.

There was a glimmer of light in his eyes, as if he had thought of something.

He threw away the torn clothes in his hand, then stood up, looking at the "ghost" that had been staying beside him.

Ye Wuyou spoke, and gave the order with a thought.

"Open your legs!"

ghost:"???"

(End of this chapter)