Now that Song Yi has just peeped into the doorway, he has not yet been able to arrange the real magic circle, but he flexibly uses the principle, just like the first time he faced Gao Zhan, he pasted his true qi on the flower branch to draw it out of his preparedness.

Now, Song Yi is based on the real sword, and the flying sword is a bonus, and one hit contains two or even multiple killing moves. Not only does it have an additional means of attack, but it can also be converted and retracted when necessary, as a disguised defense. Song Yi has not forgotten the lessons of these two internal injuries, and when he embarked on the path of cultivation, pain was commonplace, and he had to think about it.

Self-centered, building a power system that integrates offense and defense, or arming, or assisting, or adding to oneself, or weakening the opponent, and improving combat power in all directions is the essence of the magic circle.

As for how Song Yi came into contact with the magic circle......

Putting away the sword, Song Yi took a short rest, looked around, and saw that the plum tree in the corner of the courtyard was silent again, and on the blue brick ground, the gap had been quietly closed, and the courtyard wall of the two people was still the same, standing still, and not alarmed.

The blow just now was already quite powerful, but this inconspicuous small courtyard was unscathed, and the master's arrangement was really powerful......

Walking to the northeast corner of the courtyard, Song Yi moved a stone, gently brushed away the soil below, and at a depth of two inches from the ground, there was a stone slab, only the size of a palm, with the word "town" lightly engraved on it. Song Yi picked up the small stone slab, silently came out for a while, and put the dirt and stone back in their place, full of awe in his heart.

The same thing is buried in the four corners of the courtyard, and I heard that this is a magic circle left by the master.

The house where Song Yi lived was the one where Master Du once lived, and it was later passed on to his disciples as a place for them to stay and practice. In order to ensure the effect of cultivation and not disturb others, Master Du laid this magic circle in the courtyard, and let the courtyard be vigorous, these four walls did not move like a mountain, even if someone did not pay attention for a while, the strength was too much, as long as they could not break all the courtyard walls in one go, everything in the courtyard could be quickly recovered.

This magic circle has been sleeping for a long time, and even the original "Song Yi" in his mind almost forgot its existence, until the day when Gao Zhan came to the door for the first time to provoke, Song Yi smashed the opponent's flying sword, and the courtyard wall sensed the true qi shock, and the magic circle was activated again. Otherwise, with Song Yi's penance these days, this courtyard would have been demolished several times.

Although he had not seen Master's skills with his own eyes, Song Yi believed that Master could also construct more complex and powerful magic circles, whether for defense or attack.

Thinking of this, Song Yi let out a long sigh, put down his sword, and said to the voice in his head while relaxing his muscles and bones: "...... You say, when will I be able to smash the walls of the Quartet Courtyard in one go and break the Master's magic circle?"

"Don't even think about it. The original "Song Yi" in his mind laughed twice, not saving him face at all: "You have just touched the prototype of the magic circle now, it is still self-created, it is not a rule, and it is far from the master." ”

"Yo, look down on me, how can you say it, I'm better than you...... Maybe one day I will be able to surpass Master. ”

"Let's go beyond the little brother first, the little brother has demolished three walls. ”

"Oh, tell me about it......"

"Years ago, that day ......"

The voice in my head recalls and slowly speaks. Song Yi listened, while also taking the time to sort out his own affairs. It's been a while since he came to this world, and while he is gradually adapting to his new life, the memories of the past in his mind are also being retrieved little by little - he remembers a lot of things from his childhood, and he also remembers some things that happened a few days ago, and the large blanks in his memory are gradually filled.

The same situation also happened to another "Song Yi" in the brain, perhaps, it was really when Song Yi's soul crashed into this body, the impact caused both of them to lose their memory for a short time, and now, the scattered memories have finally begun to recover.

“...... The little senior brother was shocked enough, even the Tianquan elder who was lecturing on the mountain in the distance was alarmed, hurried over, saw the scene, his face immediately became very ugly, and he didn't want to scold the little senior brother, so he only knocked two sentences in a weird way and left. Anyway, we are not under his seat, and the master and senior brother have not left at that time, so it is not his turn to speak as an old coffin. ”

"Why, it sounds like you have a big opinion of this elder?"

"Who doesn't have a big opinion of him? Among Elder Tianji's group, this person is the most selfish. That year, for some reasons, there was only one place left for the lower house to be promoted to the upper house, so the door decided to hold a competition, and the final winner was admitted to the upper house. There is hope for a certain disciple under Elder Tianquan, and the junior brother is not weak, and everyone in the door says that they must choose one of the two. Seeing that the little senior brother was so powerful, Elder Tianquan must have felt that his people had no hope, and pulled down his face on the spot. ”

"But the little brother hasn't been to the upper courtyard so far......"

"It's not because of me. The voice in his head was a little low: "Master and Senior Brother left that year, and there are very few people in our branch, so they are leaving...... So the little brother took the initiative to abstain and gave up participating in the competition, and then did not apply to go to the court again. I was just getting started, I didn't understand anything, I didn't even understand what he sacrificed, and if I didn't pay attention, it would be five years......"

Hearing this, Song Yi also felt a little emotional.

After chatting for a while, Song Yi rested almost completely, and it was not too late to see that it was not too late, so he went back to the room to eat, and fed the big bird that had been waiting for him for a long time - this bird now recognized Song Yi, and came over to fight the autumn breeze at two ends in three days, and every time he ate a clean bowl and a round belly. Song Yi is also happy to raise it, anyway, there are still a lot of ingredients, and ten more can't eat it.

He lives alone and lonely, his cultivation is difficult, and it is inconvenient to interact too much with the people of the Yuequan Sect, so it is quite comfortable to have a pet to accompany him and relax his mood while working hard every day.

After so many days of practice, Song Yi felt that he seemed to have reached a limit, and if he continued to break through forcibly, he was afraid that he would be driven crazy, and he would have to combine work and rest to be effective.

Simply, I won't practice tonight, rest and rest, and relax.

At this time, he remembered something and asked, "By the way, I have always wanted to ask, I live alone in this courtyard, where do the little senior brother and master live?"

"Over there, at the foot of the mountain to the west is the little brother's house. ”

Song Yi looked over and saw that there was indeed a courtyard standing at the foot of the mountain, which was eight points like the one he lived in, and it was also built on the periphery of other houses in the Yuequan Sect, looking a little lonely.

"Master first lived here, and later moved to the residence arranged by the Yuequan Sect for the Hakqing masters, a little far from here, near the Zhengyang Court of the Upper Courtyard, and the senior brother also lived there with the master. Since they left, the house has been empty, empty for five years, and the door has not been taken back and allocated to others."

I see...... The Yuequan Sect covers a vast area, several continuous hills, and I haven't heard of any enclosures in this world to occupy mountains and develop real estate, and when a large amount of land is idle, a courtyard is not recycled, and it is not a big deal.

Song Yi stared at the house at the foot of the mountain, and an idea suddenly popped into his heart - go to the place where the little senior brother lives to have a look, okay?

OK. I used to go to him a lot.

"But he's not here now, and I can't get in the door, and it's rude to break through the empty door. ”

"There is a key, and there is no one else in the division now, so we are left behind, so we both have spare keys to each other's houses, and put them in the drawer of the low cabinet in the bedroom. ”

"Hey, don't say it sooner. ”

Song Yi rushed back to the bedroom, took the key, and turned around and ran towards the foothills to the west.

With the continuous growth of cultivation, Song Yi's swordsmanship has become more and more powerful, his true qi has become more and more abundant, and his physical fitness has also risen several steps...... Even the sharpness of thinking is not the same as it was at the beginning.

In just a few dozen days, it has advanced by leaps and bounds, surpassing the stagnation of the previous five years.

Stepping out of the courtyard door, running all the way, Song Yi only felt that the wind was in his ears, his whole body was light, and the surrounding scenery retreated, and between a few ups and downs, his body had jumped up the foot of the mountain and landed in front of the door of Bai Yunzheng's residence.

This courtyard is very similar to the one where I live, but it is smaller, and it can be seen that it was built later. Standing in front of the courtyard gate, Song Yi looked back and saw his own courtyard at the foot of the mountain, standing alone on the periphery of the other houses of the Yuequan Sect, echoing the one at the foot of the mountain.

The master was already not prosperous, and after the master and senior brother left, now only the two of us are left behind......

Inadvertently, this sentence jumped into Song Yi's mind, stirring up a bitterness in his heart.

The sunset slowly reflected, and the four fields were plated with a layer of gold, and the cold wind of early spring gradually rose, blowing Song Yi's hair and blowing the yellow grass in all directions. There are no people, no sound, the surroundings are very quiet, and the distant mountains stop in the distance, like a frozen ink painting. A little farther away, the main altar of the Moon Spring Sect loomed behind the mountain, surrounded by clouds and clouds, and seemed to be integrated into another illusory world, only the space around Song Yi was real.

In the past few years, the little brother has lived at the foot of the mountain, taking care of himself at the bottom of the mountain at any time, but he has never made much progress...... Song Yi sighed silently, stood in front of the courtyard gate, and bowed solemnly inward before pushing the door in.

The yard is also silent, spotlessly clean, white walls and tiles, blue brick paving, and a tree is also planted in the southeast corner, but it is not the plum tree on Song Yi's side, but the cherry tree, the pink and white flower bones are densely packed on the branches, and they will not open. Song Yi stood in the courtyard and watched for a while, took the key to open the door, and walked into the house.

At this time, the voice in Song Yi's head said that he was very tired, so he slept first, leaving him alone to browse the residence from a completely unfamiliar position.

Song Yi stared at this house, which was very similar to the structure on his side, with the entrance to the hall, and the kitchen could be reached by bypassing from the side, and the bedroom and study were at the back of the hall...... The furnishings in the room are simple and sparse and not quite elegant, it is indeed like the style of the little brother.

Looking around the hall, Song Yi noticed that on the wall on the east side of the hall, there was a painting scroll hanging there, and there was a low table in front of the painting scroll, and there was an incense case on the table.

In the painting, a man is standing on a cliff with his hands in his hands, behind him is a brilliant fire cloud, this person is tall and brave, looks only about thirty years old, handsome, heroic, even a little unruly between his eyebrows, but the corners of his mouth are slightly smiling, slightly reducing the momentum of this body.

Against the backdrop of the burning clouds, his long, slightly messy hair was dark red, and I don't know if it was borrowed from the glow of the clouds on the horizon, or if he was as dazzling as the sun.

The artist who painted this picture is obviously a connoisseur, and he paints the person in the painting vividly.