My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 271: Strangeness in the City
The force of the flying boat's collision was extremely terrifying, but Master Wang Ting was naturally fine, he just felt a buzzing in his head.

The old immortal was at a loss.

I have only been in seclusion for a while, how come Daxuan has developed such a terrifying magical weapon?
If two countries go to war, they can send hundreds of these ships to ram into them. Wouldn't that be invincible?
The flying boat was not going to hit him, but he didn't understand it at first and took the initiative to move towards it, which led to the accident.

The old immortal wanted to get up, but then his mind moved, his head tilted, and foam came out of his mouth.

He simply fell down and pretended to be dead.

Since this bad fate has already begun, let's test what this kid does and what his character is like.

There was a whisper in my ear.

"Hey, don't die..."

Ye Wuyou crawled out from the wreckage of the flying boat, then knelt in front of the old man. He first tried to inject a trace of Qi, but after a moment there was no response.

Without hesitation, Ye Wuyou took out a small jade bottle and took out something from it.

A purple gold lotus seed.

Among the treasures of heaven and earth, lotus seeds are the most top-grade precious medicine. Now that Ye Wuyou has taken too much, the effect has weakened, but it is still a rare and useful medicine for those with great supernatural powers.

The old immortal, who had his eyes closed, suddenly felt a wave of emotion in his heart.

This is... something from Taoism.

A purple gold lotus seed that takes ten years for the Taoist sect to form.

Baiyun Temple was born out of Taoism. The purple gold lotus seeds were just a life-saving medicine for Ye Wuyou now, but for him, combined with the Daozang Heart Sutra...

This thing is of great benefit to him.

Just as the lotus seeds were handed to the old man's mouth, Ye Wuyou suddenly stopped.

[Not only did this no-name Taoist priest try to scam people, he even tried to pretend to be dead. Fortunately, you have sharp eyes and can see through the old man's plan. Since he wants to pretend to be dead, you should send him off!]

There was a look of surprise in Ye Wuyou's eyes, and his hand was hesitant as he handed over the lotus seeds.

The narration was correct, but how could I detect that the other person's breath was scattered and he looked like he was dying?

I'm already at the fifth level of Jade Realm. What level do I have to be in to avoid his detection?
Ordinary people in the six realms can’t do it.

Doesn’t this mean that this old Taoist is unfathomable?

Should you believe the narration or what you research?
Ye Wuyou finally handed over the purple gold lotus seed.

But he recited it silently in his mouth.

"If your life is really in danger, this purple gold lotus seed should be able to save you."

"If you really have no problem with this, I'll still give you these lotus seeds as an apology. No matter what, I was at fault in this matter, but if you try to blackmail me again next time..."

After hearing this, the old Taoist couldn't sit still any longer.

The old immortal opened his eyes immediately, but without saying a word, he took the lotus seed and swallowed it in one gulp.

Ye Wuyou looked calm. He glanced at the only three life-saving pills left and put them away silently without saying a word.

The old man in Taoist robes had a smile on his face. He wiped the dirt from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve in a very ungraceful manner, and then smacked his lips, as if he was savoring something.

The other party is really fine.

When seeing this scene, Ye Wuyou immediately understood that the narrator was right. This guy seemed to be as unfathomable as he had expected.

Sixth realm or seventh realm?

The narrator's voice quickly answered his doubts.

Seven Realms of Heaven...

So is it really a scam?
The old master's voice came with a smile, and his tone was a little excited.

"Friend Ye, how many purple gold lotus seeds do you have left?"

Does he know me?

That's really a scam, they are waiting for me.

Ye Wuyou remained calm and seemed to be standing there calmly, but in fact he was quietly brewing the magic.

My mind was frantically recalling these days, and I should not have provoked anyone.

Then why did he?
Wait, is it like the spirit of the wind...

A chill instantly spread from his spine. Now, without the ancestor of the Lu family to fight for his life, and without Luo Qinghan to cooperate with him, he could not display the magical powers of the Dharma of Heaven and Earth.

Thinking of this, Ye Wuyou still responded neither arrogantly nor humbly.

"There are three more."

"Really?"

The old master's face clearly revealed a genuine joy.

"Really, if you like it, I will give it to you."

Ye Wuyou threw out the white jade bottle without any hesitation, and then the divine magic ripples flashed under his feet, and he directly performed the shrinking earth into an inch technique.

The old master took it, but his eyes were fixed on the ripples under Ye Wuyou's feet, with surprise in his eyes.

"How did he learn Shinto?"

However, with the magical power of shrinking the earth into an inch in hand, it would be too cowardly for him to just throw the remaining lotus seeds to himself.

The old Taoist opened the exquisite jade bottle with a leisurely expression. He was silent for a long time, but then he burst into laughter.

Damn, it's an empty bottle.

"Why are you running? I won't harm you..."

Then, ripples appeared under his feet, and he was about to take a step forward.

Even though he had been standing there for a long time and Ye Wuyou had been gone for a while, he still didn't care.

He can catch up if he wants to.

But he took the initiative to cancel the Shinto technique and looked to the side.

Just now, the flying boat crashed and they landed beside a small mountain path.

On the rugged mountain road, a group of ragged disaster victims came around the corner.

He brought his whole family with him, and it was obvious that he was fleeing.

This scene seemed a little strange to the old master.

There has been no war in Daxuan in recent years, nor any natural disasters or troubles from demons. Occasionally, some evil ways have to hide themselves like Honghua Tower and dare not let the world know.

It is normal to have a gap between the rich and the poor, but how could there be such people who are like refugees from disasters?

The old immortal did not chase after Ye Wuyou. Instead, he looked at the group of disaster victims and greeted them in a mellow voice.

"My fellow countrymen, where are you from and what happened?"

The numb-faced victims only realized that someone was calling them after the old master called them two or three times.

The leading man came to his senses and saw that it was an old Taoist priest with a charred body and in a state of desolation. He heaved a sigh of relief.

The leader pointed behind him, far away, and his voice was a little intermittent, with a hint of fear.

"The ground is burning..."

The immortal nodded silently, then threw the exquisite white jade empty bottle in his hand to the victims.

"I don't have anything valuable on me, so take it and exchange it for some steamed buns."

The leading victim looked hesitant, looking at the white jade bottle in his hand which was obviously worth a lot of money, greed and confusion of human nature mixed on his face.

But he finally swallowed his saliva and gave a not-so-standard salute to the old Taoist priest whose clothes were ragged and torn.

"No, that's not necessary. A cup of tea ago, a gentleman with a halo suddenly appeared beside us. He felt sorry for us and gave us silver and food."

"This thing of yours is too valuable. It's obvious that it's not ordinary. We really can't afford it."

The victim handed the white jade bottle back.

The old master from Baiyun Temple was about to leave, but when he heard these words, his face showed a little ripple.

Finally, he sighed and chanted softly.

"Blessings and blessings are immeasurable."

Then, ripples appeared under his feet, and he performed the same shrinking technique as Ye Wuyou.

With one step, the distance he crossed was far beyond Ye Wuyou's limit, even farther than Luo Qinghan's.

However, the direction he was heading was not the direction Ye Wuyou left.

It is the place of [annihilation] that burns blazingly and never goes out.

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After shrinking the distance into an inch several times in a row, Ye Wuyou felt a little tired. Seeing that the other party did not catch up with him, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Who is that person?

Wearing a Taoist robe, is he from the Taoist sect? But Daxuan does not have any Taoist branches. Just now, he thought of the worst possible scenario. Could it be that the sacred tree he possessed was exposed and attracted people's attention?

But thinking about it carefully, this is impossible. After all, he had never remembered that he was carrying the sacred tree before, and he had never mentioned this matter to anyone else.

Moreover, the old Taoist showed no murderous intent.

After thinking about it for a long time without any result, he met a group of refugees on the road. Now they were far away, so Ye Wuyou could only give some silver money to them.

It is impossible to turn back now. The flying boat is destroyed. I can only go to Nanning on foot.

Fortunately, we are already halfway through the journey and it will only take two or three days to arrive.

three days later.

The young man stepped into the city gate, but looking at the scene in front of him, he was not in a hurry to leave.

Ye Wuyou let out a long sigh, looked around, and said something to himself.

“Were there always so many people in the past?”

Perhaps the Luo family still has some fame, and the certificate given is of some use, the city gate guard who had just verified Ye Wuyou's identity replied casually.

"How could it be? In the past, there were not even one-third of them. It's just that a precious medicine was found somewhere in the mountains outside Nanning City, which attracted so many people to come here in the past month."

"Oh, really? Then it can be considered prosperous now."

"What prosperity? Too many people will cause chaos. We are exhausted. Most of those who come here are martial artists who have practiced martial arts. They all think that if they can dig up precious medicine, they can sell it and get rich. Humph, I haven't seen many people find precious medicine. Instead, these young people fight every day when they disagree with each other. They don't hold back when they chop with knives. I don't know if they are getting rich or not, but the clinic is getting rich. It is crowded every day."

Ye Wuyou smiled and took out some silver as a reward to the city gate guard who seemed to be introducing something but was actually venting his emotions.

The city of Nanning, which was only barely prosperous in the past, is now crowded with people, and the not-so-wide streets are thronged with people.

Unlike Dayan which is under the control of the imperial court, weapons are not allowed in some cities. Of course, that is another matter if you have a storage ring.

Daxuan is different. The atmosphere of the martial arts world is stronger. There are many practitioners in the crowd, with different levels of practice, and they can all carry weapons.

However, most of them are only in the lower three realms, and the middle three realms are almost never seen.

Young men and women accompanied each other, and their figures were scattered around as they traveled around the world.

You said they came here to look for precious medicine and opportunities?
No, no, no, I'm just joining in the fun.

The shops and stalls on the street were also very respectful and always called you "young hero".

There was a strange look in Ye Wuyou's eyes. This was the first time he felt the difference of Daxuan at such a close distance.

It seems that it is very common to see so many young practitioners gathering together like this in Daxuan.

But in Dayan, the only time when they were hunting down Ye Wuyou could barely be considered as a sect team building. A large group of sect disciples found various ways to go down the mountain to play. They were on the run, and they played wherever they went.

Thinking of this, Ye Wuyou felt inexplicably depressed.

Following the crowd, no one needed to pay attention to the place name. Ye Wuyou just followed the connection of the contract in his heart and walked slowly forward.

It’s not that he couldn’t go directly to Wanbao Pavilion, but after thinking about it, he decided it would be better to bring a gift.

Ye Wuyou stood at a street corner stall, looking at the stall owner with a rather strange expression. The latter pointed at a strange-shaped white radish and told him that it was a thousand-year-old precious medicinal ginseng that had just been dug out.

Foxes don't eat carrots.

Ye Wuyou wanted to take another look, but with a loud bang, a figure rushed over and smashed all the thousand-year-old precious medicines on the boss's table into pieces.

"Oh my god, it's a thousand-year-old wild ginseng!" The stall owner cried, but he didn't want to pick up the white radish at all. Instead, he kicked the young man who smashed his stall with disgust.

The young man vomited blood, with a black palm print on his chest. He fell to the ground with his breath barely out of his body.

A companion hurried over, pushed the crowd aside, hugged the young man, and then glared at the front.

The crowd naturally separated to make room for both sides.

A man with a somewhat sinister look stood at the other end of the crowd with a gloomy look in his eyes. At this moment, he was looking at the miserable state of the other party who had been hit by his palm, but he still had a ferocious expression and sneered.

But the black hand huddled behind his back was trembling slightly, and I don't know if it was trembling in his heart because of hurting someone.

It was noon in May, and the weather was hot and unbearable with the surging crowds of people.

It happened to be a gathering of young people who were practicing cultivation and their blood was boiling. Some minor frictions could lead to quarrels and then to fights.

What is Jianghu.

This is Jianghu.

Ye Wuyou has no habit of taking sides. He doesn't know these people, and he doesn't know who is right or wrong. It's not about who is weaker and who is right.

Besides, the young man was only injured, seriously but not fatal.

One realm fights three realms. If the gloomy man really wants to kill him, he is already dead.

Anyway, there are so many people around, and when it comes to a life-and-death moment, there will always be someone who jumps out to make a big deal out of a small matter or a small matter out of nothing.

If there is really no one there, I don't mind saving a life.

The gloomy man was still chattering about his "victory declaration" and did not make any finishing blows.

It seems that it will not develop into a life-and-death battle.

It's just a fight. If you don't taunt after winning, are you pretending to be a saint?

However, he did not notice the expression of the injured young man. His eyes were red and bloodshot, and he looked as if he could not swallow this humiliation.

Ye Wuyou took a look and felt it was a bit boring. He couldn't buy a gift and immediately prepared to turn around and leave.

But a crazy and hoarse cry came out from the young man's mouth.

"go to hell."

It's like just venting.

But Ye Wuyou paused slightly.

He turned around gently, and then looked at the scene in front of him with some confusion.

Why did I feel...some weird aura just now?
The gloomy man laughed loudly, and when he saw the other party's frustrated and defenseless look, his hands stopped shaking and he felt extremely happy in his heart.

I wanted to speak at that moment, but the next moment.

The words stopped abruptly.

The sinister man who had just won suddenly looked grim, his pupils blurred, his body softened, and he fell straight to the ground.

The scene happened suddenly and everyone around had not yet reacted. Some people were laughing and cursing, "Stop pretending and get up and continue."

But as time passed, even the dumbest person would notice that something was wrong.

Ye Wuyou had walked out of the crowd at some point, squatted down beside the gloomy man, stretched out his fingertips, and injected a trace of Qi.

"No, who are you? His companion?" someone asked casually.

"He is dead."

Ye Wuyou withdrew his hand and looked at the young man who had been injured earlier.

The anger on the face of the injured young man who fell to the ground had not completely disappeared. He looked at the dead man in front of him with great astonishment in his eyes.

Ye Wuyou walked up to him and looked him straight in the eyes.

"Don't be nervous, tell me, what did you just do?"

"I, I don't know, I didn't do anything." The young man looked flustered, and the anger on his face finally disappeared completely.

Hurting someone is completely different from killing someone.

Besides, there are so many people watching here. If they are from any decent sect, who would kill the other person over a trivial matter unless they are filled with passion?

"No, think carefully about what you just said." Ye Wuyou reminded.

"I said, I said..."

The young man looked flustered and seemed to be recalling something.

He opened his mouth as if to finish his words.

But no sound was heard.

Ye Wuyou was stunned.

The young man in front of him suddenly trembled all over, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and then he covered his throat tightly, his facial expression was distorted with pain.

Ye Wuyou tried to inject Qi into the other party, wanting to stabilize his injuries, but the next moment.

Blood gushed out of his mouth continuously.

The companion who was holding him earlier screamed, dropped him, and turned around and ran away quickly.

The crowd gathered around, now retreating with fear on their faces, and soon, a huge gap was left in this bustling city.

As for the stall owner from before, he had already run away with a pale face.

Ye Wuyou frowned, shook his head slightly, stood up again, and looked at the dead young man in front of him.

There was no strange aura about him.

Today is 9000 words

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(End of this chapter)