My practice narration is weird

The ferry was floating in the water.

The gray-robed swordsman took a calm step, stepped off the boat, and stepped onto the ground.

While the others were still circling in the mountains, he had already stepped onto the lake that was like an ocean, and walked to the other side.

His eyes fell in front of him, but he was slightly surprised.

A vague voice with several sounds rang out.

"What's the surprise?"

The gray-robed swordsman stared at the shadow in front of him, and then smiled calmly.

"I have visited so many blessed places and have seen many spirits of blessed places, including Kunpeng in the North Sea, Mu in Fusang, and Jade Girl in Yaochi..."

"So, I have always been curious about what the spirit of Luohe, a blessed place that has been ignored for tens of thousands of years, looks like. Now that I see it, it is really different from other blessed places."

There is an illusory image in front of me, sometimes like a person, sometimes like an object, and sometimes like a hideous demon...

The shape changes in a thousand ways, but it is like a cluster of mist, without a fixed image.

But it is this existence that indeed countless ancient practitioners want to step into Luohe and pursue the spirit of Luohe.

The long and vicissitudes of life voice came.

"You are wrong."

"I am wrong?"

"No matter which blessed land, the innate spirits in it are like me, but the blessed land has an owner, and it moves with the thoughts of people, turning virtual into real, so there will be the scene of Kunpeng and the image of Jianmu..."

"Because it is defined, it has an image."

"And Luohe does not belong to anyone, is not defined by anyone, and is naturally invisible and formless..."

The gray-robed swordsman was slightly stunned. Although he has experienced countless centuries, this is the first time he knows such a thing.

But...

The gray-robed swordsman looks like an ordinary middle-aged man, but the somewhat old eyes in his eyes are looking at the invisible and formless spirit of Luohe in front of him.

"Can I define you?" He asked seriously.

The illusory spirit of Luohe was silent at this moment.

What does silence mean.

"Why?" The gray-robed swordsman did not give up and asked again.

After a moment, the voice with a long and vast voice came again.

"Because you are about to die."

"But I have gone through everything in Luohe and experienced all the tests that exist here. When the others were still circling in the mountains and didn't know when the danger was, I had already stepped in front of you and found you."

"Because you are about to die."

It was still the same repeated words.

The gray-robed swordsman's calm and simple face seemed to have a touch of excitement at this moment, and his voice suddenly became louder.

"If not, why would I come to this blessed land and step into Luohe? Isn't it just to seek life!"

No one wants to die.

He is no exception.

From ancient times to the present, in the long years of silence, closing oneself, and surviving in the world, isn't it just to see the light of day one day and rejuvenate again?

The voice of the spirit of Luohe was still flat, as if there was no emotion at all.

"You have lived too long. People have their limits. Your death is near. It does not depend on others, but on your lifespan."

"In the past, the spiritual charm of this blessed land might have allowed you to reach a higher level and prolong your life. But now, as you can see, Luohe is just a blessed land that has regained its vitality. Even if all the spiritual charm of this blessed land is integrated into your body, it will not allow you to improve your cultivation by half, and you can't even restore your previous realm."

"Your lifespan is less than 20 years. As the spirit of Luohe, I cannot bind myself to you. Even if I force you to recognize you as the master of the blessed land, it will be useless and will only drag you down. You and me, by then, your lifespan will be exhausted and you will affect me, which will affect the foundation of the blessed land. The soil under our feet will be exhausted of all vitality, the water source will be polluted, the earth will crack, and the fertile soil will turn into yellow sand. "

"As the spirit of the cave heaven and blessed land, from the moment of birth, my will is to make the soil under my feet full of vitality, regulate all resources, breed life, and rejuvenate spirituality... Every cave heaven and blessed land is richer than other lands, which is why living in the cave heaven and blessed land is admired and pursued by you. "

The gray-robed swordsman listened silently, his expression numb, and finally he could only smile meaninglessly.

"You are just a spirit born in the cave heaven and blessed land, and you still have this will?"

"Why not?"

"Why is there?"

The gray-robed swordsman looked sharp and stared straight at the front.

He had never owned any cave heaven and blessed land before, nor had he ever come into contact with these spirits.

How could a mere earth spirit say such righteous words? Even have such thoughts? And have had them since birth?

What a joke!

Could it be that every spirit in the blessed land is the reincarnation of a saint? Can it distinguish good from evil since birth? So it is dedicated to goodness and helps the world?

In the past, he might not deny it like this, and even think that it should be a good thing no matter how it sounds.

But now, the gray-robed swordsman is unwilling to believe it.

He would rather everything the spirit creature said in front of him was a lie, and in fact, he could survive with the spiritual charm of this blessed land...

"I don't believe it. Although what you said seems to be your duty, it is actually just God's will..."

But the illusory spirit creature interrupted him.

The voice was full of doubt.

"God's will is the will of heaven, but since you believe that there is God's will in the world, why don't you think that the earth also has spirituality?"

"How could I believe in God's will!" The gray-robed swordsman quickly denied.

He just spoke too fast, not in this way.

But the questioning voice came again.

"If there is no will of heaven, why did that disaster happen in the past?"

The figure of the gray-robed swordsman stopped in place for a moment.

He was stunned for a long time, but he couldn't speak.

The eyes of the gray-robed swordsman gradually dimmed, a little gray, without any brilliance.

He didn't have a long life like Pulao, who was a demon and a dragon.

He didn't have all kinds of strange ways to save his life and prolong his life like the owner of Tianji Tower.

He could only force himself to close himself like most of the remaining ancient practitioners, waiting for the spiritual energy to revive one day and then wake up, so that he could recover as before and seek a glimmer of life.

But no one had thought that it would take so long, so long that even the years were vague and no one could tell the details.

Even if he had not sealed himself off and lived normally, if his realm had not made any breakthroughs, he would have turned into a handful of yellow earth by now.

It can be said that when he revived, his life span that was forcibly sealed off began to pass again.

If the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was abundant, he would not be able to make further progress, but at least he could recover as before and then take the trouble to find a way to prolong his life.

But now the Luo River has just revived. This poor spiritual energy is a good medicine for the practitioners in this world, but it is like chicken ribs to him.

The gray-robed swordsman stood there without saying anything, as if he was thinking about something.

But the spirit of the Luo River asked.

"Since you have sealed yourself off and fallen into silence, why did you wake up at this time? If you were a hundred years later, the world would be very different."

Yes.

Why did you wake up at this time?

"Because Luohe has revived..."

"But the revived Luohe is a very obscure thing. It will take a long time for people to really feel the changes."

Is that so...

The gray-robed swordsman showed a self-centered mockery in his eyes.

He was calculated.

Someone made a big fuss about it, magnified this trace of spiritual energy, and awakened him.

At this point, how could he still not understand.

They, a group of ancient practitioners, woke up from their slumber one after another, just to find the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

It's like a person who has been hungry for countless years, waking up at this moment and wanting to have a full meal.

Luohe is that meal.

There are still places on this table, and there are only a few seats.

So all the hungry people fought for this place.

But until they sat at the table, they found that the rice had just been washed, and the rice was not yet ready, and there was not enough for them to share at the moment.

If they don't eat, they will starve to death.

But if they hadn't woken up before, they could at least resist this "hunger" while sleeping and not die.

He thought of the jade pendant that Wu Xing had shown him.

"The fourth of the Big Dipper, Xuanming Wenqu Star Lord..."

The other party is still alive and has not appeared.

I think he had expected all this.

And the other party has either broken through to a higher realm, or given up his previous cultivation and chose to integrate into the world.

If he integrates into the world, there will be no obstacles and concerns about the dissipation of spiritual energy. For old guys like them, they may have the opportunity to find various ways to prolong their lives in the world.

But now, his life span is less than 20 days.

He has no time.

They were the only group of ancient practitioners who survived and preserved their cultivation, but now they have become a joke...

They have all been calculated by this person.

The gray-robed swordsman does not know what the other party is doing, but he is powerless.

"Do I really have no chance?" There was still some reluctance in the gray-robed swordsman's voice.

The spirit of Luohe condensed into a human form and shook his head slowly.

The gray-robed swordsman turned around silently, but after walking a few steps, he seemed to remember something and turned around to ask in confusion.

"Why has no one ever taken over the blessed land of Luohe after so many years?"

Each blessed land has its own owner.

But Luohe, from ancient times to the present, the gray-robed swordsman has never heard of anyone taking over it.

Although Luohe is just a "blessed land", it may not be a big deal in the past era. Many extremely prosperous forces look down on Luohe.

But after all, the blessed land of the cave is not a cabbage. Although Luohe is not as good as Penglai and Beihai, even for the top practitioners, the help that a blessed land brings to practice is extremely important.

He doesn't believe that no one will have no idea about this blessed land.

But the spirit of Luohe was silent for a while at this moment.

The long, vast and time-filled voice came.

"Luohe... had no owner before?"

"You ask me?"

The gray-robed swordsman looked very strange.

No, you are the spirit of this land, which is equivalent to the housekeeper of Luohe's mansion. You ask me if this house has an owner?

"I... don't remember."

"How can I not remember?"

"I can't remember clearly... it seems that there is, but it seems that there is not."

"What kind of answer is this? How can you be uncertain about the past you experienced personally?" The gray-robed swordsman felt incredible at this moment.

But the other party did not answer him.

The spirit of Luohe, who transformed into a human form, actually lowered his body at this moment, holding his head with both hands, and fell into painful thinking.

"I... seem to have forgotten a lot of things, and I don't remember."

Cangmang's voice was a little painful at this moment.

Seeing the appearance of this spiritual creature, the gray-robed swordsman had an inexplicable suspicion in his mind.

Could it be that Luohe has always been ownerless in the past because the spirit of Luohe has something wrong with his mind?

Speaking of which, all the paradises and paradises with a sound mind are gone.

Only Luo He is still there... I don't know whether this is good or bad, or what it means.

The gray-robed swordsman withdrew his gaze at this moment. After taking a step, he spoke calmly.

"I will try again. When that happens, I hope you won't stop me, because among the people who have stepped into this place, no one knows the Cave Heaven Paradise as well as I do."

Luohe Spirit did not agree or refuse, but just asked.

"What to try?"

"Li Daitao is stiff."

"... Even if you take away your body, your longevity will be cut off, not that you will be seriously injured and will be so useless."

"It won't be a problem if it lasts for several years."

"It is useless to continue for several years. I am the spirit of Luohe. I naturally know the situation here. Without a hundred years, I cannot breed abundant spiritual energy, but you will not live for a hundred years..."

The gray-robed swordsman nodded.

Of course he also knew about this problem.

But it wasn't Luo He he was counting on.

"A few years are enough, I will find that place."

Luo Hezhi stood up from the ground and was slightly stunned. The newly condensed human body dissipated and turned into an uncertain shadow.

"Are you talking about Penglai?"

The gray-robed swordsman did not respond, but looked along the lake into the distance.

"Someone's on board."

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Ye Wuyou stepped into the sky and swept straight up.

The speed of Six Realm Tianquan is extremely fast. Without the fog, no matter how big the lake is like the vast ocean, its edge can be seen in the sky.

But no matter how Ye Wuyou flew, he could not reach the other side.

“You can see the edge, but you can’t reach it.”

There seems to be an infinite distance between the two.

After several attempts, Ye Wuyou returned to the shore.

There is nothing strange on the shore, except for a small black-topped boat floating quietly on the water, which seems a bit abrupt.

Bai Lu was waiting aside. When she saw Ye Wuyou coming back, she quickly asked about the situation.

"It seems we must board the ship." Ye Wuyou shook his head and smiled.

Bai Lu was not surprised by this. Instead, she put her hands on her hips and lectured to Ye Wuyou in an old-fashioned way.

"As I said, if there is a boat for you on this shore, you will definitely be allowed to board it."

"I don't want to fly directly there..."

"It's written like this in the storybooks. This kind of place must have its rules."

"This is not a storybook. Besides, which storybook can be so outrageous? Five altars and four rules are used to stage a sex change drama. Isn't that just a disease?"

Bai Lu thought about it and felt it made sense, but when she saw Ye Wuyou staring blankly at the lake, the little fox became confused again.

"What's wrong?"

"Since I can't fly over, I want to try to see if I can swim over."

"But there is obviously a boat here."

"Too."

A woman's questioning voice came from the distant hillside behind her.

"Aren't you going to look for... Caiwei?"

Ye Wuyou did not look back at Luo Qinghan, but just glanced at the endless mountains and dense forests.

If the lake is at least visible to the naked eye, it seems to have a margin.

So this mountain range, even if you step into the sky, climb high and look far away, you can't see the edge.

Ye Wuyou even doubted whether there was a limit here.

He shook his head.

"Not going."

"Ye Wuyou, you..."

"She's fine."

"How do you know? I can't be contacted here..."

Of course Ye Wuyou knew.

After practicing together in the strange realm, his relationship with Lu Caiwei inadvertently deepened.

That touch of soul that belongs only to oneself is imprinted on the other person's body. It is obvious that it no longer belongs to oneself, but one can still vaguely sense the other person's existence.

If anything, it's somewhat similar to the connection between him and Bai Lu, but it's not the so-called master-servant contract.

The other party is very far away.

But there is nothing strange at this moment.

Luo Qinghan's eyes were stunned, and he bit his teeth lightly, but without saying anything, he walked straight down the hillside and boarded the ship first.

Ye Wuyou didn't pay attention, he just held Bai Lu's hand and said something.

"Follow me."

The next moment, the two boarded the ship one after another.

"You go and sit in the cabin first, and I'll go to the bow to take a look..."

Ye Wuyou's words stopped abruptly.

The boat was empty, except for him, there was no other person.

not good.

Ye Wuyou didn't hesitate and turned around. He was about to get off the boat, but then his eyes froze.

The surrounding water surface rippled slightly, and there were ripples in the air, as if the green screen of the silver screen had just unfolded, and the waves were flickering at this moment.

The ripples echoed, but the air was like a mirror, and the scenery overlapped.

Exactly the same scenery.

But at this moment, it was divided into three lights and shadows.

Three identical mirrors.

To the left of Ye Wuyou, Luo Qinghan stood alone on the bow of the boat, looking at the strange lake with thoughts.

On the right side, Bai Lu stood alone at the stern of the boat, looking helpless.

Three boats, three people.

But they are not together.

It's like no longer in a lake.

Ye Wuyou looked at Bai Lu at this moment, and Bai Lu also looked at Ye Wuyou at this moment.

The panic in the little fox's eyes seemed to be released, and he waved quickly, opening his mouth to say something, and then pointing to the shore behind him.

Ye Wuyou's eyes paused slightly, and then he suddenly shouted.

"Don't go down!"

But the voice could not be transmitted, Bai Lu had already run down the boat.

Ye Wuyou's eyes flashed slightly, and he was about to get off the boat.

But a voice came from the bow behind him.

"It's a good thing that she went down..."

Hmm?

Ye Wuyou looked back suddenly, and there was no one at the bow where the sound was made before.

But he saw a figure sitting in the cabin, who was all black and extremely thin.

But that withered face was somewhat similar to himself.

That familiar tone came again.

"Be careful..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

Ye Wuyou did not blink, and he even put all his mind into the cabin just now.

But the figure had disappeared.

The cabin was empty, there was nothing, not even a single figure.

Everything just now seemed like an illusion.

But that sentence, Ye Wuyou only heard two words and knew what was going to be said afterwards.

"Be careful, Bai Lu kisses you?"

But the voice came again.

"Getting off the boat is equivalent to giving up. It might be a good thing for her to go down. Now she has left Luohe and returned to the outside world."

There was an illusory figure on the bow, barely a human figure, and now gently picked up the oar.

Ye Wuyou looked at the other person.

This is the person who spoke at first.

Or rather, it is not a human.

Because the other person's words are very strange.

But Ye Wuyou can understand.

"

Ye Wuyou was silent for a moment.

"Speak human language."

"Hmm? Can't you understand? I am the spirit of the blessed land you are looking for." (End of this chapter)