My practice narration is weird

Ye Wuyou opened his eyes.

The ceiling looked familiar. Was it the courtyard where Zhao Changhe was before?

A warm feeling came from his chest.

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

"Mr. Ye, you are awake. You have been sleeping for three days."

Qiu Gua said, but his body did not stop moving. He bent down slightly and looked focused.

The soft and warm sunlight shone through the window, shining on the woman's body, reflecting the plump curves.

[Dual cultivation, direct dual cultivation! ]

[You have extraordinary comprehension. You instantly comprehended the supreme secret method - the method of bliss and joy]

Really comprehended...

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

Ye Wuyou felt his slightly moving Tao heart, hesitated for a moment, and said.

"How about I do it?"

"Mr. Ye still has injuries on his body, is that okay?"

"Okay."

Ye Wuyou took the object from Qiugua'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 in his hand.

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

"What is this?"

"Mr. Ye, this was invented by Dongzao. She is a cultivator and likes to tinker with these things. There are medicines in it. When you wipe your body, it can heal your external injuries as soon as possible."

"Powerful...powerful."

Now that he has woken up, he doesn't need to bother others with many things.

After Qiugua left, Ye Wuyou began to carefully check his body.

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

Of course, Ye Wuyou didn't see this.

The body that looks normal in the eyes of outsiders is different in his own eyes.

The dark blue blood vessels in front of his chest have receded a little, but his entire left arm has turned into a dark blue.

The strange erosion has not receded.

Although the magic of the divine art of Tianyan is infinitely useful, it is more of a suppression of his own weirdness.

By consuming the power of the weirdness, the continuous erosion of the weirdness can be stopped.

But for the left arm that has turned into a "ghost hand", although it can be slowly restored by constantly using Tianyan, the degree is very slow, like pulling silk from a cocoon.

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

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

Because it is really useful.

"Alas."

Ye Wuyou's eyes showed determination.

I, Ye Wuyou, have been practicing until now, relying on my own strength. It doesn't matter if I don't use the weirdness.

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

[Now you just need to practice diligently, and enter the second level of the Wuxiang Heart Sutra - the appearance of all living beings, which is just around the corner]

Ye Wuyou frowned for no reason.

Next time for sure.

The Wuxiang Heart Sutra is undoubtedly a very mysterious practice. It can be practiced automatically all day long and imitate the magical powers of others. These two points alone make it a first-class practice in the world.

But for the several levels within it, Ye Wuyou is now very cautious.

What's more, he has other means.

He stretched out his hand and poked his right eyeball.

A very interesting experiment, pointing your finger at your eyes, even if you know what you are going to do next, your eyes will close and dodge uncontrollably.

If your eyes don't dodge, then keep reaching in.

But your right eye won't, because it is not Ye Wuyou's eye.

The strange beast eye exudes a strange scarlet.

Will the right eye that absorbed the power of the ghost painting be any different now?

His mind moved, and the room suddenly changed.

Dark, silent, weak 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 removed the illusion.

The right eye that absorbed the aura of the great way in the ghost painting can now easily cast an illusion even by himself.

As for the past, it can only be called an illusion at most, and it can only be targeted at oneself, and it cannot create such a magnificent illusion that people are deeply trapped in it.

Illusion and illusion are only one word apart, and the difference is a thousand miles.

"If I have a chance, I can learn illusion."

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

Maybe when my illusion is perfect, I will stare at the enemy and the enemy will have spent countless years in the illusion.

Ye Wuyou was still exploring himself when Qiugua's words came from outside the door.

"Mr. Ye, Lord Lu told you to go to Tianlao to find him after you wake up."

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

Qiugua kept his head down until he sent Ye Wuyou to the courtyard gate, and then bowed gently.

Why are you bowing to me?

Ye Wuyou was a little surprised, but he didn't ask much, and went to Tianlan City alone.

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

But the people in the streets and alleys had a topic that they could never stop talking about.

Some people even took the initiative to shout in the teahouse.

[The prefect's family was brutally wiped out overnight, who did it?]

[Fighting in the middle three realms, blood flowing like a river]

[Shocked, Wu's unknown past]

…

The teahouse was full of people, the storyteller was spitting, but everyone was still listening with relish.

Ye Wuyou felt a little uncomfortable and quickened his pace.

Soon, he returned to the prison.

The first level of the prison remained unchanged, the people were still the same, or even less.

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

Even the atmosphere seemed to have changed slightly.

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

"Uncle Wang."

The busy Uncle Wang turned around, and when he saw Ye Wuyou, his vicissitudes of life first showed surprise on his face.

But then the surprise quickly disappeared.

Uncle Wang stopped, staring at Ye Wuyou in a daze, his face showing joy and sadness, moving his lips, but not saying a word.

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

"Master Ye..."

Ye Wuyou looked a little confused and stunned. He looked at Uncle Wang, who he was familiar with in the past, 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.

The truth that ordinary people don't know, but the people in the prison are not unaware of what happened three days ago.

The words of the narration in my mind sounded leisurely.

[You are not surprised by the actions of these ordinary and ignorant people, and you even don't understand them a little]

[They should have kneeled down to you]