My practice narration is weird

"I failed?"

"No, what did I do to make me fail?"

"Then...then give me back my Wind-Fixing Bead!"

"What! Can't give it back?"

Zuoqiu Liang's defense was broken.

He covered his broken arm and stared at the figure in front of him, his eyes full of disbelief.

What a joke!

He clearly took out his most precious treasure according to the other party's words.

And he confirmed it again and again, and only after getting the other party's approval did he throw it into the lake as a so-called "thing to ward off evil".

This should be just the beginning, right?

Zuoqiu Liang was still waiting for the other party to tell him what to do next.

But he waited for a ruthless "failure".

"Now, just pick up the token from before, and you can leave on your own."

The voice paused slightly.

"Of course, if you have come this far, you can stay here for a while and wait for everything to end."

"If you want your things, you can go into the lake to look for them."

Into the lake?

What responded to him was Zuo Qiuliang's furious voice and a fierce magical power.

"Are you kidding me!"

The aura was rippling, but it directly passed through the river spirit and hit the lake directly.

The originally calm lake surface was surging with waves at this moment.

And in the waves, there seemed to be wisps of black shadows.

Countless dark figures appeared under the boat. Those figures were like people, but they were struggling and twisting, which was daunting.

But those dark figures had no arms.

Just like a mermaid who lost his arms.

And so, they could not step into this boat.

Those black mermaid shadows exuded a strange breath.

If he could step into this lake, Zuo Qiuliang would have stepped into it long ago.

Zuo Qiuliang's expression gradually became gloomy, but the spirit of Luohe just glanced at him lightly, and then disappeared on the spot.

"I did everything according to your words, why did I fail, why!"

But he was the only one left on the black boat.

And that indifferent voice came again.

"Not precious enough."

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"To enter Luohe, you need to throw a talisman into this lake."

Talism...

Luo Qinghan's eyes showed thought.

There was a tooth mark on his right arm.

So Luo Qinghan is very calm now.

Hearing the voice of He Ling, Luo Qinghan did not ask like Zuo Qiuliang, but asked in confusion.

"What is the meaning of this?"

Luo Qinghan couldn't help but be confused.

For her, stepping into Luohe was really a coincidence.

Unlike the others, this token fell directly on her.

When she was still confused, she was forced to fight with others.

After stepping into Luohe, in that passage, she couldn't understand a word. All the words were translated by the gray-robed swordsman. I don't know whether it is true or false, and how much it is hidden.

After that, she encountered many things, including the transformation of yin and yang, and distorted cognition...

Everything she experienced was caused by disputes between people, but she didn't encounter anything in the Luo River.

And now she is sitting on this small boat.

Luo Qinghan didn't know that the gray-robed swordsman had removed all obstacles for them in order to save time.

She just felt that although she encountered strange things along the way, it was a bit too smooth.

Now the river spirit asked her to throw in a talisman without saying anything, and she finally couldn't help asking.

And the river spirit's answer was very direct.

"Meaning? There is no meaning. It has been like this since ancient times."

"Throw you as the most precious existence in it as a talisman. If everything goes well, you will be the master of the Luo River."

"Within ten breaths, you will choose. After ten breaths, if you don't take it, I will help you take it."

Luo Qinghan was slightly stunned, but then asked again.

"What counts as everything going well?"

"I can't remember, but success is success, failure is failure..."

Luo Qinghan was not surprised by this answer.

She had tried to ask the river some questions before, but without exception, the other party either kept silent or forgot.

It was useless to ask.

Luo Qinghan shook her head slightly, but then still did not move.

"Precious things... I don't have any precious things on me."

Luo Qinghan has been practicing until now, without using magic tools, weapons, or any treasures.

The river spirit asked her to throw out something precious for a moment, and she really didn't know what she could regard as a treasure.

The river spirit shook her head slightly at this moment and looked at Luo Qinghan.

"If you don't have precious things, you can't step on this ship."

This made Luo Qinghan curious.

"When I stepped into the Luo River, I had nothing on me, but you said I had it?"

She was just wearing a plain dress, and she didn't bring anything else.

She was really curious about what the other party said.

The river spirit was silent, just silently counting ten breaths.

The next moment.

Under Luo Qinghan's stunned gaze, her right arm broke from the shoulder and fell into the lake.

The broken end of her right arm was extremely smooth at this moment, without any blood.

But what does this count for...

"What kind of precious thing is this!" Luo Qinghan gritted his teeth, and asked the river spirit with a deep sense of confusion.

The river spirit spoke calmly.

"It doesn't count, then..."

But before he finished speaking, Luo Qinghan turned around and jumped into the lake with a splash.

The previously calm lake surface suddenly became extremely dark in an instant.

Countless dark figures like swimming fish appeared underwater in an instant and surrounded the female figure who fell into the water.

He Ling stood on the bow of the boat, held up the oar, and watched this scene silently.

"It seems quite precious."

The lake water ripples slightly.

Those were the ripples created by Luo Qinghan's leap into the lake just now.

But the ripples are slowly dissipating.

The lake gradually fell into calmness.

Another moment passed.

"Failed."

He Ling said this to himself, then took up the oars and set off alone in the boat.

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"I will throw you into it as a precious existence, as something to be hated, and if everything goes well, you will be the Lord of Luo River."

"Within ten breaths, you choose. After ten breaths, if you don't want to take it, I will help you get it."

The same indifferent words came out of He Ling's mouth.

It's just that the object of narration has changed.

"There is something wrong with your words."

Ye Wuyou was puzzled by He Ling's words.

"What's the problem?" He Ling said calmly.

Ye Wuyou frowned slightly and spoke eloquently.

"The problem is huge. If something is so precious, how can people easily throw it into the lake? If something can be chosen to be thrown into the lake, it obviously cannot be called a precious thing. This is a matter of concept."

"If I really choose, will it mean that no matter how high the value of the items I take out is, I will immediately fail?"

"Because value does not equal preciousness?"

He Ling didn't say anything, just remained silent.

Ye Wuyou shook his head, clasped his fingers and chanted.

"If you only have this first sentence, I can also think about it. You probably want people to make some kind of choices in the position of Lord of Luohe? Just like what you gain, you will lose something?"

"But it's obvious that's not what you meant."

"Because you said the second sentence alone. Ten breaths later, you came to help people make choices. This makes me strange."

"Items that you make your own choices and throw away are definitely not valuable enough. Well, that's fine if it takes a longer time, but things that you can make up your mind to discard within ten breaths obviously don't count."

He Ling spoke, neither confirming nor denying, just glanced at Ye Wuyou, and then said.

"I'm going to start the clock."

Ye Wuyou didn't care and just continued what he said before.

"If you make your own choice, you will directly fail. Now it is you who must make the choice."

"But I'm curious about how you choose, or how do you determine what a person considers to be a precious existence?"

"Just like me, I have a lot of things on me, but I can tell you for sure that there is nothing I can't give up, and naturally it can't be called precious."

He Ling shook his head slightly.

"The fact that you can board this ship means that you have a precious enough existence, but you just don't realize it..."

These words made Ye Wuyou slightly stunned, and his eyes even showed deep thoughts.

He was a little wary.

Do you have anything precious now?

This knife in your hand? Or those chains? Or is it my own ragged clothes?

If I had to say...it would be that diary.

But the value of the booklet recording the past events in Ye Wuyou's heart was only important.

Not considered precious.

None of this matters.

[This despicable river spirit is still as stupid as before. His unreasonable words are purely misleading. He doesn't kneel down when he sees you. He is really a treacherous beast.]

[How ridiculous, there is nothing precious or not, it is just the world's false definition. Your honey, others call it arsenic, what others regard as treasures is just a readily available furnace utensil in your eyes. But what you regard as tatters is a treasure in the eyes of others...]

[No matter what this beast takes, you don’t need to care, just wait.]

[Dongtian Paradise, you should be the co-owner]

The narrator kept shouting in Ye Wuyou's mind.

Ye Wuyou's head hurt from the noise and his brows furrowed, but in the end, he made a decision.

The choice is not to make this choice.

When Luo Qinghan stepped into Luohe, he felt a lot of doubts.

Then Ye Wuyou had only a lot more doubts than Luo Qinghan.

It was all too abrupt.

At this moment, he raised his eyes slightly, looked at the spirit of Luohe, and spoke seriously.

"I give up..."

There was a sudden buzzing in my mind.

[You no longer hesitate, and instantly step into the second level of the Formless Heart Sutra...]

Ye Wuyou's eyes flickered slightly as he looked at He Ling in front of him, and the solemnity in his expression suddenly disappeared.

There was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and the man smiled calmly, and then he leaned on the board of the boat leisurely and leisurely.

"I'm really curious. I don't even know what is precious to me. What does it mean to you, a Yunding River Spirit?"

He Ling seemed surprised, but remained silent.

After ten breaths.

He Ling looked at Ye Wuyou.

Small waves splashed on the lake surface.

Ye Wuyou was sitting on the eaves of the boat. Hearing the sound of something being thrown into the lake, his eyes paused for a moment, then slowly moved it towards his hand.

The long bloody knife that should have been held tightly in the palm of his hand disappeared at this moment.

Is this something that is precious to itself, and now it is regarded as something that is so-called disgusting?

The bloody long knife is very easy to use. If it is lost, it would be a pity.

Ye Wuyou thought about it, turned around, and asked He Ling.

"You lost my knife?"

"Yes." Xiao He Ling hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"Should I pick it up?"

Ye Wuyou stood up and looked at the seemingly calm lake.

Under the calm water, there is a dark tide.

"Yes." Xiao He Ling responded subconsciously.

Ye Wuyou nodded.

Then the boat fell into silence for a long time.

"Didn't you say to pick it up?" Xiao He Ling asked in confusion.

Ye Wuyou slightly side-glanced, but his eyes looked at the other party more puzzled.

"Pick it up?" he asked.

"Yes."

Ye Wuyou smiled, stretched out his hand, and pointed at the lake with his fingertips.

"You mean, I go down to the lake to pick it up?"

What else?

Shouldn't this be your precious thing?

He Ling turned his eyes from the lake and subconsciously wanted to respond.

But what was coming towards him was the huge oar held in the man's hand.

There was a golden chain wrapped around the oar.

The incorporeal river spirit was suddenly hit hard at this moment, and its entire body disintegrated from the human form and turned into a twisted and fluctuating mist.

Why could he hit me?

But the river spirit's thinking was fruitless.

The man's voice with a serene smile responded to it.

"You lost my knife, but you didn't apologize to me, and you asked me to pick it up? What's the reason?"

The sound of the chain whipping sounded in the heart of the river.

It was the half golden chain seized from Feng Xinling. At this moment, it clanged and swung straight in the air, and just whipped it straight on its body.

What on earth was that golden chain!

The little river spirit just took a look, but there was a sense of familiarity in his mind.

It seemed that someone had whipped it like this before...

But before it could think about it, the familiarity turned into pain and dissipated.

The once powerful sacred tree spirits had no power to resist under these chains.

Wood spirits are spirits, and river spirits are also spirits.

The river spirit was whipped by the chains and twisted on the boat, but in the end, it could only respond angrily.

"I, I am the will of this blessed land and this soil, you can't kill me."

The swinging chain paused in the air for a long time.

Then came the man's voice with a little surprise.

"That's great, if you can't kill me, beat me to death."

The little river spirit's body completely collapsed at this moment, turning into a blue round creature, but it was a sphere, with two eyes and two hands, jumping on the ground to avoid the chains.

The little river spirit's voice trembled.

"This is your own choice..."

"Really? But I don't think it's that precious. Look, I wanted to beat you, but I didn't go down to pick up the knife."

"By the way, what's the situation? My evil spirit has been thrown into the bottom of the lake. Should I become your master now?"

Ye Wuyou shook his arm lightly, and the chain in his hand was like a flying windmill, making bursts of whistling sounds.

But Xiao Heling's voice came again, with a little roar.

"It's not a knife!"

"Huh?"

"It's not a knife!"

Ye Wuyou looked puzzled, squatted slightly, and looked at the weak Xiao Heling.

"What is it?"

Xiao Heling was weak at this moment, and did not respond, but stretched out his short arm and pointed forward.

Ye Wuyou looked to the side along the other's fingertips.

Just like the scene that appeared when boarding the ship, the surrounding space seemed to be distorted into a mirror.

The lake surface was divided into two.

In the mirror on the other side, the exact same scenery was reflected.

Black-sailed boat.

And the river spirit standing on the bow.

And the different figures.

A flash of blood in the lake.

Looking at the familiar blood-red long sword reflected in the lake.

The girl's eyes were slightly startled.

With a splash.

Lu Caiwei jumped into the lake.

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The boat stopped quietly in the middle of the lake.

Ye Wuyou put down the oars in his hand at this moment, sat on the bow, and looked at the little river spirit beside him leisurely.

"I remember that there was ambiguity in your words just now."

"I regard the existence as precious... How can it be used to refer to people?"

"Let her regard it as my evil spirit, hehe."

Ye Wuyou tapped the deck with his fingertips and spoke calmly to the little river spirit.

His voice was calm and smiling.

"Do you think she is precious to me?"

The little river spirit was silent.

"Do you think I care about her life or death?"

The little river spirit was still silent.

"Do you think that she is my precious thing, and I will go down to get that stupid stutterer?"

The little river spirit didn't dare to speak.

It felt vaguely that it seemed to have misjudged something.

The Ye Wuyou in front of him was completely different from before...

It was as if the sacred tree had an instinctive [suppression].

The little river spirit could see a lot of things. This was its unique talent and the instinct of the spirit of Luohe blessed land.

In its judgment, the woman was indeed his precious thing.

But why did the other party seem to be completely indifferent?

But according to the rules of the blessed land, the other party should be the master of the blessed land.

It should also be its own master...

As long as the woman completely turns into a curse in the lake to suppress the strange underwater monster of Luo River, Ye Wuyou will be able to control this blessed land.

But when he thought of his possible future encounters and the chain whip in the other party's hand that could restrain it.

Xiaohe Ling didn't know what to say.

But Ye Wuyou in front of him yawned at this moment, then slowly stood up, and then another chain whipped him hard.

A cold and extremely chilling voice came from the man's mouth.

"Congratulations, he guessed right." (End of this chapter)