My practice narration is weird

Ye Wuyou was eating.

"Spring peaches, summer pears, autumn melons, winter dates... how disrespectful of the elderly."

While lamenting the decline of morals, he wolfed down the meal that belonged to him alone. The food made Ye Wuyou feel a little happy and comfortable.

After all, he was the only practitioner who was still training his body in the whole mansion.

The rest of them were all practitioners above the first realm.

In addition to external medicinal baths, of course, a large amount of blood food must be supplemented for body training.

That's why he came to work in Tianlao.

With a lamb leg in one hand and a pig's trotter in the other, Ye Wuyou felt a little thirsty, so he took a sip of the medicinal wine that was said to be specially made by Chuntao.

It was spicy in the throat, but it just relieved some of the greasiness.

It was delicious.

Ye Wuyou, who was about to continue to feast, looked ahead and suddenly froze.

He was holding food in both hands, so how could he drink the wine?

His eyes focused again and again, staring at the wine glass floating in front of him.

Finally, in the blank, Ye Wuyou saw the third hand.

The dark blue arm, with dry skin and sharp claws at the fingertips, was holding a wine glass for him.

Ye Wuyou's mouth twitched, and some bad memories in the prison reappeared in his mind.

"I ate it... ate this weirdness, or ate the remains of the avenue?"

Ye Wuyou originally thought that "eating" was just to destroy the other party in a literal sense.

But now, the scene that appeared on his body made him have to think hard about the connection.

He became weird?

Or did he gain the weird ability at the beginning?

[It's not difficult to swallow the remains of a great way. Not to mention just the remains, even if the real avenue in the past is here, you can easily swallow it and use it for your own benefit]

The dog's narration was rarely useful.

That weirdness... can be used by me?

Thinking of this, Ye Wuyou's mind moved.

The second hand, the third hand, the fourth hand...

They slowly stretched out from his chest one by one, but did not cause any damage to his skin and clothes.

Ye Wuyou tried to control them, and these ghost hands seemed to be like his own will, he could use them at will, and even...very flexible.

It was like the hands growing on his body... although they were indeed on his body at the moment.

Not only the chest, these strange hands could even extend from any part of the body, any part.

As for the number, it was linked to strength.

Ye Wuyou walked out of the door, looked around and saw that there was no one around, and then came to a corner of the yard, where a stone lock was piled.

The stone lock was already a little dusty, and it was obvious that this thing prepared for the body-building realm had not been used for a long time.

He first separated a ghost hand, and the 100-kilogram stone lock was easily lifted.

Then, divide it again.

Until ten ghost hands appeared at the same time, the power of a single ghost hand gradually became a little weak and could not be lifted.

"You can still separate your ghost hands, but the power of a single hand will gradually return to that of an ordinary person.

It looks much weaker than the monster in the cage, but power is not the key..."

Power is not the key.

Invisibility, almost absolute concealment, is the key.

Imagine that if two practitioners of the same realm fight, one's attack can be seen, while the other's "moves" cannot be observed.

Ye Wuyou knows very little about cultivation, and is not sure whether there is a way to forge the body in this world, but at least for now...

Not to mention the middle three realms, the third realm and below are all high-attack and low-defense ways.

A sudden sneak attack is often more effective than your hard work.

Ye Wuyou stared at his ghost hand for a long time, and finally took it back into his body with a thought.

Although he was happy to gain unexpected power, he always felt something was wrong in his heart.

Can people subdue weirdness?

In other words, what exactly are these monsters called weird or the remains of the avenue?

"Young Master."

A light cry interrupted his thoughts.

It was Qiu Gua who came trotting over with a plate of pear melons. As she walked, the melons on the plate and on her chest trembled.

"Young Master, you have been practicing very hard. I think you will succeed in forging your body in a few days. Let's eat some melon first."

Ye Wuyou retracted his uncontrollable gaze, silently picked up the melon on the plate and took a bite, chewing it carefully.

"How is it?" Qiu Gua raised his head and asked with a smile.

Ye Wuyou pondered for a moment and raised a thumb.

"It's fresh and tender, delicious and juicy."

He has lived in this small courtyard for half a month, and the method of forging the body has also come to an end.

Of course, this is with the blessing of a lot of medicinal materials and precious ingredients that Ye Wuyou could not afford before.

Forging the body, the starting point of cultivation, is naturally not difficult. As long as you are willing to spend money, even a pig can forge the body.

Zhao Changhe had not shown up since the first time, and Ye Wuyou had become familiar with these four people.

He then realized that except for Chuntao, the other three were not Zhao Changhe's disciples, and even Chuntao was only half a disciple.

These four were the maids of the warden of the prison, who were sent to take care of him.

"The warden is busy and often doesn't come back to the house for ten days or half a month. We are idle anyway. As for Mr. Zhao's irritable temper, how can he take care of the young master's life..."

The appearance of the middle-aged Confucian scholar in gray clothes and the verbal conversation with "myself" at that time appeared in my mind.

At that time, I was extremely arrogant, but the next second I was slapped in the face by the opponent. It is a classic villain.

And the other party seems to be able to see "weirdness".

So did he see that I swallowed the "ghost", so he took care of me like this?

In other words, it's not care, but surveillance?

Ye Wuyou glanced at Qiu Gua and asked casually.

"Qiu Gua, you are also in the second realm. What kind of skills are you practicing?"

Qiu Gua, who was hugging and eating melons, was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile.

"I am practicing formations...Why did you suddenly ask me this? Are you interested in me? This is not okay, I am the warden's maid."

Ye Wuyou coughed lightly: "Just out of curiosity, just like Chuntao, who is already a second-level doctor, but still studies with Old Man Zhao. Won't your warden teach you?"

Although he didn't have a very good impression of the warden who knocked him flying with one punch, there was no doubt about his strength.

In this situation, what else can we learn from Zhao Changhe?

But as the words came out, a hint of loneliness flashed across Qiu Gua's smiling face, and it disappeared in an instant.

"What the Lord Warden has learned... we cannot learn."

Ye Wuyou blinked, sensing something was wrong in the atmosphere, he did not continue to ask.

However, Ye Wuyou thinks that the word "cannot learn" does not apply to him.

With the "Shadowless Heart Sutra" in your hand, just like your wife, the best moves in the world are always in the hands of others!

Qiu Gua carried the heavy melon and left.

But when she finally left, she stood at the door of the courtyard with a shy smile.

"If the young master likes anyone, you can talk to the warden in the future."