My practice narration is weird

In the small space isolated from the ghost, three figures of medium size stood.

Ye Wuyou was a little angry at the moment.

He was angry that they were all so troublesome that they had to jump into this dangerous lake.

Ye Wuyou frowned slightly.

"Tell me, why did you two jump into the lake?"

Lu Caiwei was stunned and said.

"I, I, I, I, I..."

Forget it, I'll tell you later.

Ye Wuyou stretched out his hand to stop her from speaking, pointed at Luo Qinghan, and said.

"You speak first."

Luo Qinghan didn't speak, his eyes lowered, looking at the broken arm tightly held in his hand.

Ye Wuyou was slightly startled, looking at Luo Qinghan, and said in a very puzzled tone.

"Are you saying that you jumped into the lake for this arm, and ended up making yourself look like this?"

Luo Qinghan was silent.

Ye Wuyou weighed the half arm held in Luo Qinghan's hand, shook his head and sighed slightly.

"Stupid."

"Ye Wuyou, what do you mean!"

"Luo Qinghan, why are you so stupid now? You made yourself look like this for such a useless thing. If I hadn't happened to pass by, how long do you think you could have lasted?"

"I..."

Luo Qinghan's voice suddenly paused. In her eyes, Ye Wuyou pinched her shoulder tightly with one hand.

"Stupid, it's just an arm. I have given you one before. Even if you lose it, I will help you again in the future."

As he said, Ye Wuyou directly connected the broken arm to Luo Qinghan.

Luo Qinghan was scolded by Ye Wuyou, her eyes were slightly startled, she pursed her lips, but didn't say a word.

But then she felt that this was wrong.

First, she was very unhappy to be scolded by Ye Wuyou unilaterally.

Second, there was Lu Caiwei watching from the side.

How could she bow her head and serve Wuyou?

Luo Qinghan gritted her teeth and said in a silent and angry voice.

"You, what do you know? Although you gave me this arm, but..."

"But what?"

"But, but..."

Luo Qinghan looked a little angry and a little annoyed.

She had clearly stepped into the lake for this broken arm, and even if she was surrounded by countless dark 'swimming fish', she would still protect this arm.

But why is he still talking about me now?

Seeing that the other party could not respond, Ye Wuyou did not continue to ask, but just spoke coldly.

"No buts, Luo Qinghan, if your hand is gone, I can help you take it, but if you lose your life, I can only help you build a monument."

Luo Qinghan was breathing rapidly, but his body was shaking with anger.

His voice paused slightly, and Ye Wuyou did not continue the topic just now, but looked at Luo Qinghan with doubtful eyes.

"Why has your realm fallen so much now?"

Luo Qinghan opened his mouth, but did not speak.

[A furnace, the devil in the heart of Taoism has already taken root...]

Ye Wuyou frowned slightly, as if he thought of something, and finally turned around and looked to the side.

The little stutterer was standing there quietly, and when he saw Ye Wuyou's eyes, he stood up straight.

"I, I, I..."

As Lu Caiwei said this, she remembered something and handed the blood-red long sword in her hand to Ye Wuyou.

Ye Wuyou took it silently, looked at Lu Caiwei, and then looked at the blade in her hand.

"It's just a sword, don't do this next time."

"But, but my sword is also lost." Lu Caiwei whispered.

"It's okay, I'll find another one for you later."

Ye Wuyou's voice was extremely gentle, without any accusation, and his words were full of comfort.

It was a world of difference from the words full of accusations against Luo Qinghan just now.

Such a large-scale double standard scene made Luo Qinghan on the side dumbfounded.

For the first time, Luo Qinghan felt that Ye Wuyou was a little unreasonable.

They were in exactly the same situation, and Lu Caiwei also stepped into the lake because of something outside her body...

Why was he scolded by Ye Wuyou, but Lu Caiwei was not scolded.

Why, the difference was so big.

Luo Qinghan took a deep breath, looked away, and looked to the side, but didn't want to look anymore.

The conversation between Ye Wuyou and Lu Caiwei continued.

"But that was the sword you helped me find..." Lu Caiwei's voice was a little lonely.

Ye Wuyou thought about it and asked.

"So do you think that sword is precious?"

Lu Caiwei nodded and hummed softly.

Of course it is precious.

She cares about that sword.

So Ye Wuyou asked again.

"Is there anything more precious than that sword?"

Lu Caiwei uttered an "ah", looked at Ye Wuyou, and watched him smile at her.

Her little head was obviously a little confused.

But she has a master.

If you are undecided, you can ask Xia Anmeng.

"Master, do you know what Ye Wuyou said?"

Xia Anmeng smiled and said confidently.

"Silly child, it must be the master."

Lu Caiwei nodded.

She knew very well that through the master's answer, she had eliminated a wrong answer.

This is what it means to ask Anmeng when you are undecided.

So the answer is very obvious.

Lu Caiwei thought about it, lowered her head, and said in a very low voice.

"It's you..."

Before she finished speaking.

Boom——

There was a sudden roar from the bottom of the lake.

The dark and gloomy lake water began to churn at this moment.

Ye Wuyou turned around suddenly, but his eyes were looking at the bottom of the lake.

Countless dark figures of swimming fish emerged from the bottom like fountains, densely packed and endless.

Why are there so many?

Ye Wuyou originally thought that the last bit of [Elimination] he just had, not to mention burning out all these weird existences, at least was gone.

But now it seems that it is far from achieved.

But what is happening now?

Ye Wuyou had no time to think deeply. At this moment, he could only let the [Ghost] wrap the three of them and head towards the lake.

Countless dark figures passed around Ye Wuyou, but surprisingly, they didn't even glance at Ye Wuyou and the others.

If it were before, they would definitely keep biting at [Ghost].

But now, those dark figures were passing Ye Wuyou very quickly one by one.

It's like running away.

[Ghost]'s speed has reached its limit, but the pressure around it is also stronger than before.

Heavy, heavy.

Ye Wuyou felt that [Ghost] was carrying a small mountain on his body at this moment.

It doesn't matter, it will arrive soon.

Suddenly.

A small dark wooden box appeared in front of Ye Wuyou.

Ye Wuyou's eyes were slightly startled.

[Tricky Door Coffin] appeared here independently at this moment without his control.

The dark wooden box was trembling slightly at this moment.

It was as if something was about to break out of the coffin.

Stretching out his big hand, Ye Wuyou grabbed the sly coffin, pressed it tightly, and then forced it into his body.

Although Ye Wuyou vaguely guessed that the existence of this place was somewhat similar to the Tricky Door Coffin, please don't cause trouble for me at this time.

The dark lake seemed to have a little light.

The surroundings are no longer as dark as before.

This means it's almost here.

But Ye Wuyou's figure suddenly became extremely stiff.

Even lifting his fingers and turning his head to look behind him seemed so difficult at this moment.

Ye Wuyou's eyes slowly turned behind him, looking at the dark bottom of the lake.

There are eyes watching.

——————

The gray-robed swordsman was standing on the bow of the boat.

His fingertips moved slightly, and the sword light was clear, slashing back and forth across the water. The speed was so fast that it brought out one after another white sword.

The dark ghost figures that jumped out of the water were chopped into pieces by the sword as soon as they emerged.

These ghost figures, which had previously caused a lot of impact on Ye Wuyou and the others, had no room for resistance in front of the gray-robed sword cultivator.

There is no doubt that his realm is superior to that of everyone here.

But his eyes were still solemn and he didn't relax at all.

He also felt the unusual vibration under the lake.

He looked at He Ling aside and asked.

"What's this?"

He Ling's answer did not disappoint him.

"...can't remember clearly."

The gray-robed swordsman sighed softly.

But He Ling's voice sounded again.

"Although I can't remember clearly...but this is the reason why Luohe needs something that hates winning."

It's a bit difficult to describe something that hates winning, but in reality it is just something that suppresses.

Suppress what?

The gray-robed swordsman was slightly startled.

"So your previous words were not just words?"

"Probably not..."

The gray-robed swordsman was confused by its words.

But he soon noticed something wrong in the other party's words.

"No, the thing that hates winning represents the owner of the blessed land... But the Luo River has never had an owner since ancient times. Where can the thing that hates winning come from? How were the things at the bottom of the lake suppressed in the past?"

If He Ling's words were correct, this victory-hating thing should only be provided by the Lord of the Blessed Land.

When he asked his doubts, He Ling also fell into some kind of thinking.

Xiao Heling held his head in his hands, looking confused.

"Can't remember clearly..."

really……

The gray-robed swordsman was not surprised by the other party's answer.

This He Ling's memory was extremely bad.

Everything seems to have been forgotten.

"I said, I can't remember clearly..."

"I know, I know."

"No."

He Ling was slightly startled by his words, and then stood by the boat, looking at the dark lake.

"I said, I can't remember if Luohe has an owner..."