Xunyi lay on the couch for two days, almost motionless for two days.

In order to distract from the worries of the Imperial Princess, he tried to pull his thoughts into his memories, this method was not easy to use at first, and his anxious heart made him jump back without thinking of a few fragments, so after more than an hour, his heart finally gradually calmed down.

From the time he was picked up by Xiyang in the woods outside Xilin Village, he carefully recalled every detail he could remember, and he was out of control.

Memories are a very simple thing, but people like to recall often those fragments that are deeply touched, life is often unsatisfactory, and there is the inevitable process of knowing that the present is and yesterday is not, facing the stupid self in the past is by no means a pleasant thing, in this regard, memory is not a very difficult thing. Perhaps only the people who are dying have the mood to recall this life from beginning to end, and at that time they may not have much left to remember. Xunyi is an exception in this regard, because he often has the will to die, and every time he feels that he is almost ready to die, he inevitably has to recall, which has something in common with the mentality of people in the twilight.

Dare to face the stupid self of the past to grow up, but unfortunately it is difficult for Xun Yi to have too much harvest on this, he was just a child before stepping into the cultivation path, and he is a very cerebral child, he did not do a few stupid things in those years, after stepping into the cultivation path, he met Su Wan, falling in love with the master should be the biggest stupid thing in his life, and then the bumpy road began here, although this stupid thing made him ashamed to face, but he did not feel the slightest regret, but when he thought of the strength he had helped the master out, he would also feel great relief and satisfaction, he thought that everything was worth it, and the trip to the South China Sea for more than ten years was undoubtedly a nightmareBut when he presented the treasures brought back from the South China Sea to Shizun, he felt that the hardships of those ten years were worth it, and he was glad that God had given him this opportunity, as long as he could help his master, he would be happy to let him suffer a lot.

Under this mentality, there is nothing to reflect on when he leaves the cultivation blessed land of Jiangxia Palace and returns to Nanjingzhou, goes to Puyunzhou to fulfill his promises, and all that is left for him is the guilt of abandoning Xiyang, Jiangxiao and others, and the helplessness of dragging down Concubine Jingshui.

Speaking of which, the memory of killing the little monkey is the last thing he wants to remember, he can think about other things carefully, but this one is what he dare not touch, every time he thinks of the little monkey, he can't help but cry, he doesn't make much mistake in that matter, but he prefers to blame the death of the little monkey completely on himself, and feels that only with overwhelming self-blame can he be worthy of the little monkey's spirit in the sky.

After recalling these decades, Xunyi has a strange feeling, as if the memories of childhood are real, and the memories after stepping into the path of cultivation are more like dreams. Also, before stepping into the path of cultivation, he lived day by day, and after stepping into the path of cultivation, his days were intermittent, a retreat may be a few months, just a few hours of casual meditation, although he has been on the path of cultivation for decades, but the days he has lived may not be as long as the years of his childhood, and it has to be said that he has rarely had a stable time in the past few decades, if he quietly cultivates as soon as he steps into the path of cultivation like others, then these decades will seem shorter and more erratic, no wonder people always call themselves little cubs, little things.

After extracting his thoughts from the memories, Xun Yi's heart sank suddenly, there was no need to watch the transformation of the sun and the moon, with his cultivation, he already had the ability to accurately perceive the changes of time, two days, Yuchan has not come back, with the flight speed of the feather monk, he can almost circle Puyunzhou for such a long time, it can't be really an accident, right?

He worriedly walked out of this boudoir, looked around the space of less than 100 zhang in radius, although the space is small but does not make people feel depressed, the top of the thirty zhang high illusion has a blue sky and white clouds, it looks extremely high, and also makes this space as bright as the outside world, and the four walls are also transformed into endless mountains and rivers, which makes people feel as if they are in the middle of the peaks, but these can only deceive the eyes, once they use their divine sense to investigate, they can also distinguish that it is illusory with the cultivation of Xun Yi.

At the foot of the foot is a green grass, in which there is no shortage of mountain flowers scattered, and in the distance there are some shrubs more than a person high, which are perfectly connected with the scenery of the four walls, these flowers and plants are real, and the fresh smell of grass and the smell of flowers are quite refreshing. This kind of fantasy land may be unimaginable to others, but it is only a small skill for the great magic power that created it.

Xun Yi folded a piece of grass in his mouth, frowned and turned around and sat in a small pavilion, no matter how subtle the arrangement here is, it is difficult to arouse his too much interest, sitting in the pavilion for a while, he came to a small waterhole not far away to drink some water, and then walked back to the house and began to meditate, and in less than a tea time he frowned and walked out.

After fidgeting for most of the hour, he looked up at the illusionary sky when he walked out of the room again, and his body floated up, and when he slowly rose to the top of the circle, he cautiously reached out and touched it, although he didn't have any hope of being able to get out, but he had to try, although it seemed silly.

When his finger touched the circle, a divine thought came to his mind: "If I can't come back within three days, there must be an accident, then the ban on entering and exiting the circle will dissolve by itself, you can leave, and you will get a map at the same time." Xiao Qi, I suggest that you don't rush to leave yet, if I can get rid of the trouble, I will definitely find a way to come back to you. ”

Receiving this divine thought, Xun Yi blinked several times, and after slowly falling to the ground, he paced around the grass in a circle, and after a few turns, he walked into the house, sat on the futon and began to meditate.

Two hours later he came outside again, this time his brow furrowed deeper, and there was a clear anxiety in his eyes, and he sat on the grass for a while, looking up at the "sky" from time to time.

As the third day came to an end, the anxiety in his eyes turned to anxiety, followed by pain and sorrow, and when the third day finally passed, he was quiet, and sat alone on the grass like an abandoned puppy, his face full of desolation, and occasionally looked up at the "sky", like a puppy hoping that his owner who had abandoned it would suddenly appear.

On this day, Xun Yi did not check whether the magic circle was really opened, and the next day he still did not check, and he no longer sat on the grass and waited, but returned to the house and began to consult the True Yan Treasure Book, but every hour or two he would come out to look at the "sky" for a while.

On the third day, he came out only once at noon, and after a short walk on the meadow, he went back to enlightenment.