My practice narration is weird

Ye Wuyou walked out of Fancheng and drove slowly on the official road.

There was no sadness or joy in his eyes, sometimes kind and compassionate, sometimes silent and angry... It seemed that he had completely forgotten his current situation.

He met three groups of people in succession.

The first group was the sect practitioners. They rode their horses and stopped to ask where Fancheng was when they saw Ye Wuyou.

Ye Wuyou pointed out the way for them and got a thank you.

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

Several people hurried away and asked one more question before they finished.

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

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

It was just a little injury on the forehead. It was suppressed by Qi before, but now it can't be suppressed and it starts bleeding.

The second group of people were also sect practitioners. They rode their horses to protect a panicked caravan.

It was still the same problem, and Ye Wuyou still pointed out the way with them.

"Let's go, fellow disciples, escort the merchant team to a safe place, we will go to kill the monster, and by the way, 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 care about the other party's temperament that kept people away from him.

Evil disciple of the national master?

Ye Wuyou frowned slightly and said calmly.

"It's just a minor injury."

The Qi couldn't suppress the injury, and the tense flesh began to crack at this moment, and a little bit of red emerged.

The third wave of people were still sect practitioners. They came on horseback and asked.

"Where is the beast Ye Wuyou, the evil disciple of the national master, do you know?"

"Why are you looking for him?"

"Needless to say, kill him!"

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

After some twists and turns, Ye Wuyou did not insist and turned to walk into the mountain trail.

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

"Foolish people, do you want to spy on me?"

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

After walking a few dozen steps, a few drops of red flowed down his robe and fell to the ground.

Ye Wuyou's face was calm.

"It's just a minor injury."

He reached out and touched his face, then spread it in front of him.

A bright red.

Whether it was a strange method or the second level of the "Wu Xiang Heart Sutra", it was extremely powerful.

In addition, the "burning blood" that had been turned on and never turned off before had forced Ye Wuyou's own Qi to stack up to the third level of cultivation. Whether it was the Qi Hai acupoints and meridians in the body, they were all doubled, with the maximum output, and never stopped for a moment.

Otherwise, even in a close combat situation, relying solely on the second realm cultivation, it is impossible to break the protective qi of the fourth realm.

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

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

Because he has lasted for fifty minutes.

And now...

Ye Wuyou looked indifferent and took a few steps again.

"It's just a minor injury." His voice trembled a little involuntarily, but his face was still very calm.

After another three steps.

Blood flowed.

Pah.

Ye Wuyou fell to the ground, motionless.

Although the blood flowed, the vitality slowly dissipated, and the consciousness gradually blurred.

But he still struggled to say.

"It's just a minor injury."

...

Ye Wuyou woke up.

He tried to raise his head, with confusion and realization in his eyes.

He killed a fourth realm great supernatural power.

What kind of practice is the Wuxiang Heart Sutra?

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

If I were to say that I was a little arrogant in the state of "selflessness", I could erase all the confusion in my mind, do everything I could, fight without distraction, and my qi flowed much better than usual.

Then I found it difficult to understand "all living beings have no form".

Ye Wuyou's face showed a strange expression. Now thinking back, the countless sounds he could hear before, that mysterious state, seemed to be a very extraordinary state.

Enlightenment?

I should have felt something in that state.

But I didn't have any understanding at all, I just felt that those mixed sounds were very noisy.

It was originally called "all living beings", but because I didn't understand it at all, I accidentally entered a strange state.

The second level of the Wuxiang Heart Sutra, all living beings have no form.

He closed his eyes and tried to recall himself at that time.

Compared with his "selflessness", the qi flow was more rapid and violent.

And in a short time, it seemed that his soul was improved, although he only condensed a useless Lu Qingshan Dharma image.

Let’s not talk about 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 "all beings have no form", I regard all beings as ants, humans and monsters, and even poultry and beasts. There is no difference in my heart, just an ordinary life.

What is this? Buddhism, Buddha?

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

All beings are equal below me...

Ye Wuyou suddenly laughed, because he thought of a very ironic saying for no reason.

Above me, everyone is equal, below me, there are clear classes.

The more he thought about it, the more complicated it became, so Ye Wuyou simply stopped thinking about it.

At this moment, the sky was full of stars, the mountains and forests were silent, and there were only bursts of insects chirping.

Perhaps because he had blocked the calculations of some great masters before, no one could find him while he was unconscious.

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

He got up with difficulty, looked at the pool of blood on the ground, and was stunned for a long time.

How did he survive?

His own qi was almost exhausted, and the bleeding stopped, but he obviously didn't know any healing methods.

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

The injuries on his body have healed for the most part at this moment, but not completely.

"Could it be Bai Lu?"

Did he use her life?

Ye Wuyou initially wanted to deny this idea, because he had experienced the innate talent of the royal fox.

At that time, he was resurrected with full blood, not like he is now, only half of it.

But it still didn't make sense. In his current situation, only Bai Lu could save him.

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

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

Finding a pond, Ye Wuyou took off his clothes, whose cuffs had been torn into strips, and was about to throw them into the water, his eyes froze slightly.

After a while, he smiled bitterly.

"What is this..."

A ferocious mountain beast seemed to come to the pond to drink water at this moment. The beast dug through the jungle and saw the clear pond.

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

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

The mountain beast was stunned.

The eyeballs rolled, and then it ran away with a roar.

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

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

Under the moonlight, his reflection emerged.

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

This was the full appearance 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 was transparent.

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

"Ghost, come to some use, is there no other use except ghost hands?"

"What is this, an invisible man? Or only half an invisible man? You can't do anything bad even if I want to watch the fairy bathing!"

A dark blue figure appeared behind him, listening to Ye Wuyou's cursing expressionlessly.

It couldn't understand, nor could it speak, it was just a harmless weird.

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

There was a hint of brightness in his eyes, as if he thought of something.

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

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

"Open your legs!"

Ghost: "???"