These days, he has actually heard the "Song Yi" in his head say a lot of things about the little senior brother, especially in the past five years, how the little brother taught and protected himself, however, because he had no personal experience, Song Yi was always psychologically separated, and even a little resistant.

Just a second ago, he just wanted to see Bai Yunzheng as a stranger, unwilling to accept that he was the senior brother who had worked hard to protect and pull him for five years, just as he was unwilling to accept that he was a useless waster in cultivation.

But at this moment, when Song Yi opened the door and saw Bai Yunzheng silently guarding the gate of the courtyard, the awkwardness and estrangement disappeared, and he, like the original "Song Yi", began to regard Bai Yunzheng as his real brother and relative.

“...... Little brother. Song Yi walked to Bai Yunzheng's side and lowered his voice: "It's cold." ”

He took off his coat as he spoke, intending to put it on Bai Yunzheng, who knew that Baiyun Zheng was faster, Song Yi only felt a flower in front of him, and the hand he handed out had been blocked.

Bai Yunzheng stood up, turned around and smiled at him: "Senior brother, don't worry, you are weak, wear your clothes well, don't catch a cold." ”

"Hmm......" Song Yi asked in a low voice, "Senior brother has been guarding me for the past few days?"

"If you come to practice at night and run your true qi, you should be diligent, and you will practice everywhere anyway. ”

Seeing that he didn't take credit at all, Song Yi was not good at his mother-in-law, so he could only nod and listen to him again: "I'm leaving early tomorrow morning, I can't see you, I'm a little worried." ”

"Little senior brother is leaving?" Song Yi was taken aback, and asked repeatedly: "Where are you going, when will you come back?"

"The elders told me to go out on an errand, and it was estimated that it would take a month to come back. ”

"One month ......"

Song Yi's heart hung in the air, he had only been here for a few days, and he had not yet stepped out of the courtyard gate for half a step, the original Song Yi's memory was damaged, and he couldn't understand the situation in the Yuequan Sect, including the ins and outs of many people, things, and things, not to mention that there was a conspiracy that was secretly gathering momentum.

Now there is only one credible person, Bai Yunzheng, and he will be away for a month......

"Don't worry too much, the soldiers will come to block it, and the water will cover it. ”

Seeing Song Yi's worries, Bai Yunzheng patted him on the shoulder, tucked his coat again, and said with relief: "Senior brother will come back as soon as possible, you should be more careful this month, you must not go to the upper courtyard, Ye Ming and Luo Zhen's teachers should not set foot in it, wait for them to come to you, don't go to them." If someone comes to urge you to do your homework, they will say that the injury has not healed, and it is inconvenient to practice, so how long can you delay it? That being said, you should not take your cultivation seriously, practice your sword in the courtyard if you can hold on to your body, and I will check your progress when I come back, and if you are really bored and want to go out, take a walk around the neighborhood, and remember to return before dark, and ......"

Bai Yunzheng seemed to be quite worried, his brows furrowed slightly, he thought for a while, said a few words, and told a lot of things. Song Yi kept it in mind and promised to do what he was told.

Unconsciously, the wind stopped and the snow stopped, and a line of fish belly white was revealed in the east, and the sky was about to light up soon.

With the thin morning light, Bai Yunzheng looked at Song Yi's face again, took his pulse, and then took out a small silk cloth bag from his arms and stuffed it into his hand.

Song Yi was stunned: "This is ......"

"Shhhh Bai Yunzheng raised a finger and made a silent gesture, Song Yi immediately shut up, and listened to him whisper: "Don't mention this thing to anyone, if there is a hurdle that you can't get over this month, you can use it quietly, senior brother can only give you so much." ”

After saying this, Bai Yunzheng left the courtyard where Song Yi lived.

Song Yi saw his figure flash, a few ups and downs, and he had jumped far away, and went to a house on the hillside in a trance.

......

Bidding farewell to Bai Yunzheng, Song Yi returned to the room and fell asleep in a hazy mood. When I woke up, the sun had reached the middle of the sky, the dazzling sunlight was basking in the snow, and the sound of water dripping when the snow melted under the eaves could be heard, and it was raining parting.

Song Yi stood still in the courtyard, took a deep breath of cold and clear air, and raised his eyes to look. The cold wind blew his clothes, causing the surrounding mountains and fields to resound, and also blew away the clouds that obstructed his vision, allowing Song Yi to see the whole picture of the Yuequan Sect for the first time in the bright sunlight.

The mountains where the Moon Spring Sect is located are vertical and horizontal, endless, the high places are hidden in the clouds, and it is impossible to see really, and the low places are extended downward, integrating with the canyon, and the deep and unfathomable. There is green all over the top and bottom, and the forest is covered with snow.

There are many towers built in various places in the mountain, all of which are the gates of the Yuequan Sect, and the general appearance is similar, and occasionally there are a few more ornate or rougher, adding a unique charm. The winding mountain road connects the various buildings, and you can see a moving figure in it, presumably the disciples in the door are coming and going.

In the middle of the arch guarded by many buildings, there is the main peak of Yuequan Mountain, on which stands the magnificent ancestral garden. Half suspended in the air, half connected to the main peak, this massive layered structure is half in the air. Looking at the past from the position where Song Yi was standing, he could see that there were two halos faintly under the suspended buildings, with colorful streamers lingering and steaming, as if with a big hand in the air, he firmly supported the gorgeous pavilion in the air.

If he had seen this when he first woke up, Song Yi would have suspected that he was dreaming.

Retracting his gaze, Song Yi looked around at the valley where his courtyard was located, which was located under the mountain range on the west side, surrounded by a wide range of houses, and on the foothills next to it, several houses were arranged in an orderly manner, and an independent courtyard rested on the opposite side.

The long wind is hunting, the sun is rising, the winter snow has not yet melted, and the faint spring news has come to the face. Song Yi looked at the scenery of heaven and earth, and finally had a down-to-earth cognition of being in another world, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, recalling what he had learned about this world these days.

According to the introduction of the original "Song Yi", the Yuesheng Dynasty is located in the east of the Shenzhou Continent, accounting for eight or nine tenths of the land area, with a vast territory, bordering the Dark Snow Wasteland in the north, Kananhai in the south, the abyss in the extreme east in the east, and the Flame Mountain in the west.

Cultivation is a universal rule in this world. Not only the countries on the Shenzhou continent, but also the other continents across the sea, all focus on cultivation. All families, as long as life can go on, almost all will identify the root bones for their children when they are young, and if they have some talent, they will find a practice method for their children, or learn martial arts, or learn the law, or learn various special abilities, so as to get ahead.

However, no matter which sect or sect is practiced, it is a bumpy and rugged road, and the narrower and more difficult it becomes, and only a very small number of people with extraordinary roots and extraordinary talents can take root on the path of cultivation with many sects and make progress step by step.

More people leave after a few years of practice and return to their ordinary lives, using the skills they have learned over the years to make their livelihood easier.

In this world, the strong and the tyrannical have a long lifespan, calling for wind and rain, and legend has it that a very small number of people have escaped from the red dust and misery, stepped into the realm of immortals, and lived a long life with the sky;

"Hoo ......"

Gathering his mind, Song Yi stood still in the courtyard, raised his hand slightly, and tried to operate the pulse in his body.

Most of the injuries have healed, and the little brother has left, and the next few days are all dealt with by himself, and the good luck is unpredictable. After thinking about it, Song Yi felt that the top priority was to grasp the meager cultivation before and recover it skillfully, if it could go to the next level, it would be great.

Although the voice in his head said that he was not a weapon, and he had not made any progress after practicing for five years, he was a little better than Song Yi, a pure layman......, right? In case someone really comes to the door to stir up trouble next, or even wants to take Song Yi's life, will he just wait to die again?

Of course not!

After calming his mind, Song Yi began to mobilize his inner breath and guide his true qi according to the method said by the voice in his head.

The Moon Spring Sect is based on two major cultivation behaviors: the Moon Sword Technique, the Liuquan Heart Technique, and the Sword Technique Heart Technique, which support and promote each other.

There are a total of seven moves in the Zhaoyue Sword Technique, and there are many variations in the inside, and the disciples of the lower courtyard need to be proficient before they can enter the upper courtyard;

As a third-class disciple of the lower court, talented and dull, Song Yi can only use the three-style moon sword technique so far, and he has not fully understood the various changes in it, so he can only rely on rote memorization to know a rough idea first;

Regarding the slow progress of cultivation, Song Yi has communicated with the voice in his head in the past few days, according to what it said, the problem is mainly that the body's qi and veins are blocked, and the key nodes are often not smooth, and when the true qi travels there, it always takes a pause to barely pass, or even can't pass it at all, and suddenly his hands and feet are weak and difficult to support.

Often unable to come up in one breath like this, it is of course a fatal obstacle for the Yuequan Sect, which needs to use the sword to point at the qi and use the qi to resist the sword, and the inside and outside are in harmony.

What's worse is that this block is not fixed and has a certain randomness.

When practicing today, he may not be able to keep up with his left hand, and tomorrow, he may become blocked by the qi of his right leg, as if something has made an invisible floodgate in his body, and there is no pattern between opening and closing, but the purpose is to prevent him from penetrating, like a bird that flutters blindly on the ground, but cannot fly high.

In addition, there is also a weakness that makes Song Yi cry and laugh, according to the voice in his head, his understanding of swordsmanship and mental techniques is always slower than others, and he has to read the mental techniques that others can remember once, he has to read them ten times; he has to repeat the moves that others can memorize after practicing twice; and he can barely keep up with the homework that others complete in five or six days.

It's a low IQ.

When he heard this, Song Yi couldn't help but complain in his heart, and then immediately denied: No, it's impossible, my IQ is not low at all.

In the past few days, he has carefully examined his new body, and the more he checks, the more he feels frightened: it can't be wrong, this is himself, this is indeed his body!

To be more accurate, it's my body five or six years ago.

The "Song Yi" here is still a young man, who looks a few years younger than himself before the crossing, whether it is moles, birthmarks, or other physical features, including the "feeling" transmitted from bones, muscles, and blood - the kind of familiarity and intimacy that can only be understood and cannot be conveyed are telling him: this is himself.