My practice narration is weird

There is an inland river in Tianlan City.

The river may lack everything, but it is not short of fishermen with no air force.

Ye Wuyou is fishing.

Or rather, he is fishing while watching his "illusion".

Ye Wuyou squatted aside, covered his eyes, and felt it carefully.

He was relieved when he was sure that there was no discomfort in his right eye and no erosion in his body.

Ye Wuyou on the shore was created by him using the strange ability of his right eye, but he did not know illusion and could not create that kind of magnificent illusion.

This illusion could not last for a long time, but it was still okay for a quarter of an hour.

Excessive use of "ghost" would increase the erosion of himself. Ye Wuyou did not intend to use it as unrestrainedly as before, and instead set his sights on his strange right eye that contained a hint of the aura of the avenue.

The narrator's words were not wrong. This "ghost eye" was really not on the same level as his own "ghost" ghost hand.

After all, it was a thing that could be made into a bell by Qianhuanmen. Whether it is practical or convenient, it is obviously much worse than the "ghost" ghost hand in the body.

Nowadays, only simple illusions can be performed. As for the huge and magnificent illusion, or the ability to change people's memory and cognition, there is no way to start.

Ye Wuyou guessed that this was related to his cultivation realm and practicing illusions together.

If you practice a hundred arts without practicing illusions, you can't fully exert the ability of this eye.

But it has no side effects.

After setting up this confusing illusion, Ye Wuyou gently stroked his face with his right hand, and then changed his appearance.

He didn't leave at this moment, but wandered around nearby.

Since the Tianyan technique can know his location, Ye Wuyou will be discovered no matter where he goes, so it's better to stay where he is and see if he can deceive the other party.

Ye Wuyou didn't expect this little trick to interfere with Lu Qingshan, but combining the two, it should be okay to waste a few minutes of his time, right?

There was a loud shouting from the riverside, but it was not unusual, just a group of people playing chess.

It seemed to be the most exciting and intense stage at the moment.

Ye Wuyou thought about it, walked over to the crowd, and heard a few words with a little regret and surprise.

"Old Liu, who always boasted that he was invincible in fast chess, has met a master. This fast chess is too brutal."

"Yes, but this is too fast. How many pieces were eaten in just a few minutes... Look at this move, his horse is gone."

"With this level, I think I can play..."

Ye Wuyou looked at the chessboard. He didn't know Old Liu, but he recognized him at a glance.

The one with sweat all over his forehead was him.

"Pah."

The chess piece fell on the board with a crisp sound.

"Checkmate."

A gentle voice sounded, and the sweat on Old Liu's forehead became thicker, but in the end he let out a breath and slumped in the chair.

"I lost." Old Liu closed his eyes, his face was ashen, his heart was broken, and he didn't even want to replay the game.

"Thank you."

Old Liu looked ashen, but someone else looked even uglier.

Ye Wuyou stared at the middle-aged scholar who was sitting beside him and smiling at him, then glanced at the chessboard that had obviously been playing for a while, and left without looking back.

He walked faster and faster, and then disappeared in the crowd.

...

Ye Wuyou had only one idea in his mind.

I must learn this "Tian Yan" technique.

Since he started practicing, there have been many magical powers that have surprised him, but the only one that can shock him is this technique.

The divination technique can calculate where he will be, which does not surprise Ye Wuyou.

But he can know where he is going in advance, and even go one step ahead of him, eating a bowl of wontons and playing a game of chess.

I don't even know where I will go!

"Is this the magic of the gods? The magic of the last era is so strange."

The dog narrator didn't say anything?

Ye Wuyou shouted in his heart, dog, do something!

[Hmph, you sneered, what kind of ghost thing wants to deduce the actions of the deity, now you use the sky as the eye of the formation, the earth as the chessboard, and the evolution of all living beings as chess pieces, reverse the heaven's secrets, and teach that poor and pedantic scholar a good lesson]

Ye Wuyou's eyes were bright, oh, is there a chance?

[Hiss, I didn't expect that this mere mortal could be so perfect, all the arrangements have been invalidated, such an opponent, well, just spare his life first, there is a long way to go, let all living beings wait and see]

Ye Wuyou: "???"

Useless thing! Ye Wuyou cursed in a low voice.

[It doesn't matter, a stinky pedantic scholar in his forties or fifties who is still single and has no wife can only hold illustrations and comment on them all day long. Such a guy, even if he wins, you definitely don't lose! 】

Understand, win by talking, right?

Ye Wuyou sneered in anger and shook his head. He no longer expected to rely on this useless thing.

A scent came from the front.

But this scent was just aromatherapy, and it was very strong.

"Sir, come and play. Today is a festival, and the girls are waiting."

A graceful voice sounded, and Ye Wuyou looked up and saw a gorgeous red building, which was decorated with lights and red satin, and there was a woman's soft laughter coming from the building.

Is the brothel open during the day? Or is it an event?

Ye Wuyou habitually glanced at the woman in front of the building and found that she was not as pretty as Lu Caiwei or Bai Lu.

She was not even as pretty as Lin Qingqing.

He was not in the mood at the moment and was about to leave.

The footsteps paused slightly, and Ye Wuyou's frown suddenly relaxed.

He was in his forties or fifties, an old scholar, had no wife, and liked to watch the emperor's uncle...

There is a way.

He immediately thought of something and was about to turn around and go into the building, but he touched his purse and found that he was short of money.

Just as he was trying to think of a solution, he saw a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.

...

Er Ya is a beggar.

In the past, she had been begging on the street with her mother. Her father died of illness, her mother was missing a hand, and the family could not survive.

Begging also has skills. It is definitely not as much to beg at the door of the vegetable market as to beg at the door of the brothel.

After all, the people who come here are either rich or noble. It is a small matter to give a few coins after drinking a little wine and being in a good mood. Although they are sometimes driven away, they still kneel here with their heads held high.

The thin little girl swallowed her saliva and looked at the woman in white in front of her nervously.

The woman in white had a cold expression and an elegant figure. She had a thin sword hanging from her waist. Her delicate face seemed weak, but there was a hint of arrogance.

She stood there, a beautiful scenery in the bustling street scene. The older sisters in the building who could not afford to wear clothes and had very little fabric all lost their color.

"So beautiful." This was what Erya thought.

The woman leaned over, and a few pieces of silver were carefully put into the broken bowl in front of her. Erya's eyes lit up. This silver was more than she had begged for several months.

"Thank you, sister." Before she finished speaking, her mother, who had only one hand left, pressed her head and kowtowed.

"Thank you, female Bodhisattva, thank you, great man, you are really a Bodhisattva, I wish you..."

Lu Caiwei shook her head, slowly stood up, and said nothing.

Erya raised her head and stared at her quietly.

A man's figure came out from nowhere. Well, he was also quite good-looking... Is he here to find that beautiful sister?

"Lu Caiwei, do you have any money on you? Lend me some first." Ye Wuyou looked at the dusty Lu Caiwei and asked for money.

Lu Caiwei's cold expression seemed to soften a little, and she was a little more happy, but she was a little surprised to hear these words.

"Ah... Yes, yes, how much more do you want? What do you want to do?"

"No time to explain, lend me as much as you have."

"Oh oh."

Lu Caiwei took out her purse and handed it all to Ye Wuyou.

Ye Wuyou glanced at it and found that there were several taels of gold in it.

"Okay, I have something else to do. Are you going back to the prison? I'll find you later."

"Oh, by the way, say sorry to your master for me, I will compensate her."

After that, Ye Wuyou strode into the brothel under Lu Caiwei's eyes.

Lu Caiwei was stunned in place, looking at the magnificent red building in front of her, and listening to the constant laughter of the woman.

The sound was very harsh.

"Hmph, disciple, I tell you, none of these dogs are good." Xia Anmeng's words echoed in her heart, with a bit of teasing.

Hearing these words, Lu Caiwei's face, which was originally wearing a trace of smile, dimmed instantly, her eyes drooped slightly, and she felt a little lost for some reason.

Seeing that her disciple was sad, Xia Anmeng thought about it and comforted him.

"It's okay, isn't the warden your relative? I'll talk to him later and ask him to expel this kid and never show up in front of you again."

As soon as the voice fell.

A white rainbow fell from the sky, but it did not attract anyone's attention.

Except Lu Caiwei.

She looked at Lu Qingshan with a dull look, straightened his sleeves, and there was still a trace of a light smile on his face.

Then, he walked into the brothel in a hurry.

Xia Anmeng was silent for a while, and then the words sounded faintly.

"Disciple, how about I think, don't stay in this prison..."