If you really want to talk about such a thing as a magic circle, it is actually so bizarre, all-encompassing, all-encompassing, as long as the aura is abundant, it seems that there is no unsolvable situation, how could Ouyang Xun think that this wooden house is actually a magic circle, and the chessboard placed by Xiao Cong is the eye of the whole array!

Xiao Tianyu once said to his son Xiao Cong, all things in the world are born and restrained, there is no absolute death, and there is no absolute life, the grasshopper can shake the tree by skill, and the fluorescence can also compete with the bright moon.

"Imaged in the sky, formed in the ground, I don't believe I can't find any flaws in you!"

Xiao Cong's black pupils seemed to have a black jewel-like light flickering, he stared at the slightly changing image motionlessly, his pupils gradually turned purple, and even diffused a trace of purple mist shrouded the stars, and after half an hour, the purple intent converged.

"Could it be that the legend is true... Is this really her reliction?"

Xiao Cong's face was solemn, and he looked preoccupied, but there was no trace of horror on his face, probably just silent for half a cup of tea, he picked up the few crystal clear spirit stones from the stars, opened his hand easily, and let them all fall into the chess basket, and there were a few faint but crisp sounds in the wooden house, and the stars disappeared.

"It's time to wake up...... Is this providential?"

Fingers rhythmically tapped lightly on the wooden chessboard, Xiao Cong let out a long breath, he raised his little face and looked out the window, as if he could see the deep and lonely cold moon and stars through the snow, and the robe had slipped to the side at some point, revealing his worn-out ragged, clearly visible collarbone, A large area of extraordinarily ruddy skin reflected in the firelight, as if a cold wind blew invisibly, his eyes lost their different clarity and depth in an instant, he came back to his senses, pulled his robe up again, wrapped his body tightly, reached out to take the wooden cup that was silent on the wooden tray, and suddenly remembered that the tea had long been empty.

The days of losing the concept of time have become longer, the trance is like in a dream, drifting with the wind, not knowing where the next station will be, and not knowing what tomorrow will be like, the colorful fantasy and the tastelessness given by reality seem to constantly switch between the roles of lovers and enemies, and the mutual exclusion of water and fire, constantly stirring in the soup of hope and despair, and finally turning into a blank, and with it all the concepts of this world.

Thanks to a companion, otherwise the soul would have perished in this endless cold and biting loneliness.

Under Xiao Cong's strong supervision, Ouyang Xun has been practicing very hard in the past few days, and he has exhausted his eighteen martial arts, and the Fang Tian painting halberd has a faint cold glow in his tiger and tiger wind, like an ice-blue horse in the shape of a snake. Xiao Cong has stolen hundreds of teachers since he was a child, and the double cultivation of immortals and martial arts, although he has not made much achievements in martial arts, but the understanding of the ideas contained in martial arts is very accessible, although Ouyang Xun's halberd method seems to be fierce and incomparable, it is natural, but if the person who dances the halberd does not use his brain, he cannot understand the essence of it, I am afraid that even if he practices to death, what he has achieved is just an empty shelf, and there is nothing to show for it, even if the external kung fu reaches its peak, but if you lack the support of the essence, in front of the real master, it will also look vulnerable. If there is no essence in martial arts, just as a cultivator has no soul, he is just a walking corpse after all.

Xiao Cong really couldn't bear to let Ouyang Xun spoil this set of halberd methods that are rare in the world, so he taught Ouyang Xun his understanding and feelings about this set of halberd methods, although it was only an introduction, but Ouyang Xun's martial arts improved by leaps and bounds in these few southern times, and even Xiao Cong was impressed by it. Xiao Cong believes that in fact, Ouyang Xun's martial arts have already reached a height of almost saturation, but he has been stagnant because of his lack of understanding, and today he is just a small poke at Ouyang Xun's trigger point, which can be regarded as giving Ouyang Xun a primordial force.

Ouyang Xun is a happy fart, and every day without Xiao Cong's reminder, he will consciously jump up and down around the wooden house, and his movements are becoming more mellow and condensed day by day, smooth and free. Ouyang Xun was therefore more obedient to Xiao Cong than before, anyway, this high-flying rich little ancestor had never had much backbone.

Of course, Xiao Cong has not been idle these days, in addition to urging Ouyang Xun to practice every day and helping Ouyang Xun to understand the essence of martial arts from time to time, when it rises, Xiao Cong will face Ouyang Xun for a few rounds, the sword light halberd shadow in the heavy snow, Zhu Xianfei is not a mortal soldier, the Fang Tian painting halberd in Ouyang Xun's hand is not an ordinary product, Xiao Cong obtained the "Breaking Heaven Style" by chance to fight against Ouyang Xun's immortal halberd method is often comparable. Finally one time, Xiao Cong hit a hidden weapon in the middle of the entry, Ouyang Xun didn't notice that Xiao Cong would have this hand, and he was shot to the ground without any suspense. Ouyang Xun pulled his head out of the snow and opened his mouth to spit out the snow that had choked into his mouth, and got up from the ground stupidly, crying with a big face

"Xiao Cong, don't take you like this, if you want to be like this, how will people play with you in the future. ”

Seeing that Ouyang Xun was not angry, Xiao Cong smiled, in order to appease Ouyang Xun's wounded heart, that night, Xiao Cong taught him several sets of secret weapon techniques that he had learned.

The bonfire was burning, the water in the kettle hanging on it was already boiling, bubbling from the spout, and the overflowing water was poured on the burning firewood.

Xiao Cong is still the same as before, there is a cup of tea on the wooden tray beside him, the heat is curling Nana's rise, and the slender hand takes out a wooden chess piece from the chess basket from time to time, and gently puts it down on the wooden chessboard, but there is another Ouyang Xun next to him tonight, and he stays there in a daze, bored, and wants to ask for a few cups of tea from Xiao Cong.

The wind outside the window whined, and from time to time the sound of tree branches being blown and broken faintly came into the ears, "Woo ......" "Woo Woo..."

Ouyang Xun's face was slightly shocked, he put down the teacup in his hand, and reached out to take the Fang Tian painting halberd lying on the side, but heard Xiao Cong's lazy voice,

"Ah Xun, calm down. ”

Before his fingers touched the cold halberd shaft, his four fingers shrunk, Ouyang Xun slowly withdrew his hand, and looked at Xiao Cong, who was extremely elegant in his gestures, with a blank expression, he was calm and relaxed, his face was as heavy as water, and he really couldn't see a trace of nervousness.

"Are you really that sure?"

The chess pieces that had just been picked up in his hand had not yet been put down, his eyes were focused on the chessboard, as if he had turned a deaf ear to Ouyang Xun's words, and finally, the chess pieces were settled.

"The big head hasn't shown up yet, you should make a rash move now, what will you do later, let's save some effort. “

Ouyang Xun's face softened slightly, swallowed his saliva, and most of the anger in his eyes disappeared, at this time, he seemed to have suddenly become another person, Xiao Cong was not surprised by this, it seemed to be expected.

"Ah Xun, let me tell you a story. “

The chess pieces in Xiao Cong's hand settled, picked up the teacup on his side, took a sip, and said to Ouyang Xun.

Ouyang Xun's thick and dark eyebrows involuntarily raised,

"You say. ”