If this is the case, Song Yi has even more reason to doubt - if there really exists a little younger self in a parallel world, he should not be mentally retarded, after all, he did not have any problems in this regard before the time travel.

The residual memory tells Song Yi that since he was a child, he has been very good at reading and working, and he is a good hand at sports, so why did he become a waste here?

Take another 10,000 steps back, judging from the communication with "Song Yi" in his brain in the past few days, although his memory is as impaired as himself, he always thinks clearly and expresses accurately, and he can't see any signs of IQ problems, so he ......

It's a mule or a horse that comes out to slip away, facts speak louder than words, if you really can't do it, you have to feel it yourself now before you are convinced.

Exhaling a mouthful of the pent-up breath in his chest, Song Yi sat down in the courtyard, closed his eyes lightly, and focused on pranayama.

Although the body has changed owners, the little cultivation that has been saved before is still there, and the body has naturally reacted - how to breathe, how to breathe, how to sink the dantian, how to exert force, and then to feel and capture the wisps of erection heat in the depths of the body......

Perhaps because of his poor talent, Song Yi spent countless hours and energy practicing basic skills, and every movement has been deeply imprinted in his mind, and even more so on every muscle and bone. Now, with his mind together, his body naturally responded.

Concentrating and calming down, Song Yi slowly exerted his strength, and after two breaths, he vaguely noticed the faint trace of true qi in his body.

Song Yi didn't dare to rush in, and he was worried that the injury was not healed, so he only lightly lifted his breath and tried to extract that breath a little more. I don't know if he was lucky this time, or if he hit some trick by mistake, the flow of true qi suddenly smoothed a lot, and quickly traveled all over his body, and the sense of restraint slowly disappeared.

...... It seems that I don't have the wasted I imagined.

After running smoothly for two weeks, Song Yi withdrew his hand and smiled slightly, and at this moment, the voice that had been sleeping in his head for a long time just woke up.

“...... What are you doing in the courtyard?"

"Nothing, move a little. Song Yi was a little puzzled: "Why have you rested for so long?"

"I don't know, maybe the soul is too weak. I'm just a wisp of soul now, drifting and rootless, trapped by my body and unable to be free, I can only watch the consumption wither, I don't know how long I can survive, but I guess there won't be too much time. ”

"Is it ......" Song Yi frowned, wanting to ask if there was a way to prolong his existence, but the voice in his head seemed to detect something, and asked in surprise: "What are you carrying?"

Song Yi's eyes rolled, and he immediately understood, and took out the silk bag given by Bai Yunzheng last night in his arms, held it up in front of his eyes and shook it: "This, after you fell asleep last night, I went out to meet the little senior brother, and he gave it." ”

"Open it up and take a look, it's a ......"

"What is it?" Hearing his anxious tone, Song Yi opened the silk bag, only to see a small round ball lying inside, the material was like a stone, and it seemed to be jade, the background was brown and black, and there was a faint red light in the depths.

"This is ......" Song Yi didn't finish his sentence, and the voice in his head had exploded: "Put it away!"

This sound came too suddenly, and he was almost shocked to the ground by the small ball in Song Yi's hand, he covered his temples that were roaring faintly painful, and complained: "Why are you so startled? What makes you nervous like this, and the king of heaven can't touch it? Since the little senior brother gave it to me, it means that this thing is harmless, and he also let me use it when I can't get it......"

"Not only harmless, but also very good!"

The "Song Yi" in his mind became excited and chattered: "I told you the day before yesterday that cultivation pays attention to talent, hard work, and the blessing of various elixir treasures. Some people are not qualified, and they are too lazy to work hard, and they are rich and rich, and they can make up for it by buying medicine and filling medicine. And those rich and powerful families or sects, the disciples have made much faster progress than those of us who practice honestly. ”

“...... You say this thing is for food?" Song Yi was speechless: "It looks like a stone, and it can still be eaten?"

"It's not to eat directly, it's to absorb the fire spirit qi contained in it, integrate it into the bones and blood, and turn it into cultivation. You see that it is black and red, it must be tempered by the little senior brother, after all, our master is ...... No wonder I felt like I had something more on my body just now, but I didn't expect it to be this good thing. Refining this can be quite energy-consuming, especially if this is not the business of the little senior brother, you must not live up to it, don't lose it, and don't rob it from others. ”

"Know, know, put it away. Song Yi stuffed the silk cloth bag into his arms and asked, "Listen to your tone, this thing is very valuable?"

"It's very valuable. This is a kind of spirit gathering body, and the Moon Spring Sect stipulates that only first-class disciples in the upper courtyard are qualified to contact the spirit gathering body, and under the supervision and guidance of the master, they slowly absorb the inner spiritual energy to help in cultivation. ”

"Also, I almost forgot that I was just a third-class disciple of the lower court. Song Yi laughed at himself and didn't feel any shame.

The third-class disciples of the lower courtyard are basically located at the bottom of the Yuequan Sect, but this also shows that there is still a lot of room for improvement, and the future is great.

The Yuequan Sect has been established for thousands of years, and the cultivation system is mature and rigorous, and the disciples in the sect are divided into upper and lower courts, on which are the masters who are responsible for teaching the disciples, and then there is the Council of Elders, with seven elders in charge of various affairs, and the person at the top is the head of the sect.

The disciples of the two courts are divided into upper, middle, and lower three classes, the first class disciples of the upper court are the highest, the second class disciples of the upper court are second, and so on, the third class disciples of the lower court are the lowest, which is also Song Yi's current position.

Under Song Yi, there were also some disciples who were called Waiwai Sanxiu. Most of these people are the children of nearby residents, and they don't plan to practice as their main business, but they are just sent by their families to learn some basic magic and martial arts, so they can exercise their minds and strengthen their muscles and bones, and they will return home after the end of the year, so they are not official disciples of the Yuequan Sect.

Within this year, if someone is taken by a master and plans to take him to the court for further study, as long as he and his family agree, he can officially apprentice and become a disciple of the Yuequan Sect.

For such a system, Song Yi heard it in a fog at first, but then brought in the familiar setting, and it was suddenly much more refreshing. In his opinion, this kind of external practice is similar to the various correspondence colleges and online classes offered in universities today, the main purpose is to generate income for the school, and the teaching quality and diploma are not excellent. Starting from the lower college, it is considered a regular undergraduate, and the upper college is naturally a place where doctors gather.

Song Yi didn't pay much attention to these, the most important thing at the moment was to spend this month safely, at least wait for the little brother to come back.

"By the way, there's something I want to ask you. Song Yi said: "You said you...... Say that my talent is dull and unsuitable for cultivation, so my progress is very slow, and I only learn three styles of the Moon Sword Technique?"

"Yes. ”

"You also said that the main reason is that the qi veins in my body can't go, and the moves can't be connected?"

"Yes. ”

"Really...... When you were asleep just now, I tried to run the true qi in my body, and I felt ......"

Before the words fell, a figure suddenly flashed on the courtyard wall, and I saw a person climbing over the wall with a loud roar, jumping down, and standing still in his courtyard.

Who?

Song Yi raised his eyes and saw that the person who came was eighteen or nineteen years old, tall and strong, with brocade clothes and mink fur on his body, quite gorgeous, and a long sword hanging on his waist, his face was slightly dark, and his expression revealed a sense of rebellion.

Seeing Song Yi looking at him, the man immediately raised his head and looked at him through his nostrils with a look of disdain.

Who is this, how is it like a monkey, obviously there is a door that does not leave, but it has to climb down from the two-person high courtyard wall. Song Yi looked at each other and faintly felt the smell of the bad people who came.

"Ahh The voice in his head was surprised: "It's Gao Zhan, why is he here......"

Gao Zhan? Which one is the third aunt and six women. Song Yi decided to wait and see what happened, and he didn't say hello, just waiting for the other party to speak.

The voice in his head chattered endlessly, telling him the origin of this high battle.

It turned out that this Gao Zhan was a son of the mountain, who was favored by his family, and he was reluctant to suffer from cultivation, so he was only sent to be a casual cultivator, and he was ready to pick him up after a year. But he is wealthy, generous, and has a very bold personality, and in just a few months, he has been surrounded by a group of brothers and sisters. After another half a year, after being recommended by a master, Gao Zhan became an official disciple of the Yuequan Sect, and has now practiced for three years.

"I haven't seen you show up for many days, my senior sister asked me to come and see, I said no, most of the waste is dead, but it really didn't die. ”

Gao Zhan snorted in his nostrils, sneering and mocking, and his words were very ugly.

Sure enough, the person who came was not good, Song Yi stared at him and did not say anything.

Seeing that he didn't talk, Gao Zhan probably thought he was afraid, and walked leisurely in the courtyard with his hands behind his back: "You are injured this time, and your sword is broken-hey, no, you are such a waste, what difference does it make if you have a sword or not? If you don't die today, you will die in two days, and next time, your sissy brother may not be able to protect you......"

Sissy? Song Yi was unhappy for a while, is this talking about the little brother?

"You sissy brother...... Tsk tsk. Gao Zhan shook his head, with a touch of obscenity in his expression: "Look at his appearance is white and beautiful, I don't know if he is really a handle, if he is a little girl......"

"Shut up. ”

Before the words fell, Song Yi interrupted him with a cold snort.

Gao Zhan, who was on the rise, stopped, turned his head, and stared at Song Yi standing in the courtyard, his eyes flickering.

From his contemptuous and puzzled gaze, Song Yi could see his thoughts, this person must have been surprised that he dared to talk back to him in person, how could a waste person be so hard-mouthed?

"Are you ......" Gao Zhan looked Song Yi up and down, suddenly smiled, his suspicious eyes sank, and his arrogant and contemptuous eyes prevailed.

He must have thought that the "shut up" just now was misheard.

That being the case, Song Yi didn't mind helping him confirm his hearing, he was young, and he was not so prone to auditory hallucinations.

"You have to say it again. ”

Song Yi sank his face, moved his fists, stared at Gao Zhan and said, "Since you insulted my senior brother, don't blame me for being unkind to you." ”

As soon as these words came out, Gao Zhan was completely stunned, as if he didn't know him.

The zenith red sun was obscured by clouds, the temperature began to drop, the snow around quietly stopped melting, and the air in the courtyard seemed to be condensing little by little with Song Yi's words.