In the early morning of the next day, Mo Yi woke up from his sleep, habitually reached out to his side, but he didn't touch anything, sat up in shock, Mo Yi looked around, and didn't find the familiar figure of the teacher. Rubbing his sleepy eyes and patting his little face a few times. Picking up the clothes that had already been neatly arranged next to the bed, Mo Yi got up and washed. Mo Yi, who was about to put on his coat, spotted the Marker on his right arm. In an instant, Mo Yi became excited, carefully studying the flame-like pattern on his arm.

Fragments of yesterday's memorization ritual slowly came to mind. Mo Yi vaguely remembered that when the old man with the staff put his left hand on his forehead, and then、And then he just heard the words of the Great Achiever Realm in a daze。 He couldn't remember anything after that.

Finally, I was extremely reluctant to put on my coat and no longer think about Ji Shu Teng. Mo Yi touched his stomach and came to the table, and the steamed buns and soy milk on the table were already waiting for him. It's just that I don't know when I put it there early, but it keeps steaming like it has just been cooked. grabbed the steamed bun with one hand and drank the soy milk.

Mo Yi looked at the note pressed under the bowl: "Teacher Mo Yi will definitely come back before dinner when he goes out to do something." You can go outside to solve the lunch by yourself, and the teacher will prepare it for you in the morning. Putting down the note, Mo Yi continued to eat his breakfast. After cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, Mo Yi couldn't help but lift up his sleeves.

A long time ago, he pestered his teacher to ask about 'art', and the teacher told him what 'art' and what 'sorcerer' was. Recall what the teacher said;'' 'Shu' is a stream of energy in the human body that flows with qi and blood, and the 'sorcerer' is the 'original art' that can feel this energy and establish a connection with the 'original art' that is free from the outside world, and can control this power as he pleases. ’

Rub the memory of the head and grab the fragment of the memory from it. Because each person is different, the technique released by each person is also different, perhaps for the convenience of management, or for the convenience of salutation. People classify some similar techniques into one category, and divide the primitive techniques of 'metal, wood, water, fire, earth, steel, wind, poison, thunder, and sand', which are called the ten original techniques. Looking at the pattern on his right arm that was beating like a flame, Mo Yi knew that he was a master of the Fire Origin Technique. "I remember that the teacher is also a fire source technique," Mo Yi said to himself, "but it seems that the teacher's memorization is a beautiful red!"

Mo Yi, who had been watching the Takeshi Teng was also bored, took aim at the Go game on the table, and Mo Yi opened the chess game. In the past, the teacher also taught him how to play Go, but he felt that it was troublesome, so he only learned a little scratch. Looking at the 'black five, long white and five jumps' on the chess game; Black Six Jump, White Six Xiaofei' Mo Yi had a little headache, patiently watched it, and learned from the teacher, placing chess pieces on the chessboard.

Time flies, and before you know it, noon has passed, and the black and white sides on the chessboard are in a stalemate, if it continues like this until the end of the game, then the white is counted as the black son, because the first hand is returned to the number of eyes, the white child wins! Put down the chess piece, "I don't know what the teacher is doing." Mo Yi walked to the courtyard and looked into the distance, in a daze.

Solved the lunch casually, the teacher still didn't come back, and Mo Yi returned to the room thinking of lying on the bed for a while. Get a glimpse of a table-to-midgame chess game. "If the sunspot doesn't change from 'long' to 'Xiaofei' next, will it change the ending?" Mo Yi came to the interest and picked up the chess pieces again, and played the black piece of Xiao Fei, with the change of the black chess position, the next move of the white chess can no longer be like on the chess game. "And how should the black man play?" Mo Yi muttered to himself.

Referring to the chess game, Mo Yi went down step by step. Time passed slowly, and the nine different moves were arranged one by one on the board. The situation is different, and the wins and losses of the black and white sides also change. Putting down the chess piece, Mo Yi looked up and saw the familiar figure of the teacher, and the teacher was not by his side at any time.

Mo Dongyu had already returned, and when he walked into the house, he couldn't bear to disturb Mo Yi who was concentrating on the chess pieces, just stood silently beside him. Mo Dongyu saw the different situations played by Mo Yi, although some of the moves were still very immature, but the few wonderful moves that appeared in them, Mo Dongyu thought that he couldn't think of it. Everyone understands that Go is extremely computational, and only a scholar Mo Yi can play such a chess game. It surprised old chess fans like Mo Dongyu.

"Why did Mo Yi start playing chess too?" Mo Dongyu looked at Mo Yi with a smile.

Mo Yi also smiled: "The teacher didn't just want to play chess to pass the time, but the more he played, the more he felt that this game of Go was fun!"

"En" Mo Dongyu nodded and cleaned up the chess pieces with Mo Yi. In fact, he only went to the various bookstores and archives in the town this time, but even after looking through the books and materials in the town, he couldn't find the reason why Mo Yi's Ji Shu Teng was gray! In the burning style, Mo Yi depicted the Ji Ji Teng in one fell swoop, and directly stepped into the realm of the sorcerer, originally such Mo Yi should be smooth sailing on the road of cultivation; But he found that Mo Yi's gray Jishuteng did not have a trace of 'magic' fluctuations!

When Mo Yi was unconscious, he carefully examined Mo Yi's body, but he didn't find anything strange, but the technique in Mo Yi's body was still in a thin gas form, full of Mo Yi's muscles, qi and blood. It stands to reason that when you become a surgeon, the technique in your body will slowly condense into a liquid state, and you will carve a memorization outside the body and establish a connection with the outside world. This allows for the storage of more highly concentrated surgeries in a limited amount of **.

But he couldn't feel the changes in Mo Yi's internal surgery at all. If the body is still filled with thin techniques, then there is no extra space to store the original techniques absorbed from the outside world! To put it simply, if the techniques in Mo Yi's body do not change form, then there is no way to continue cultivating! This also means that Mo Yi can only stay in this realm forever.

After packing up the last chess piece, Mo Dongyu said, "Mo Yi will show your memorization to the teacher, okay?"

"Okay!" When Mo Yi heard this, he excitedly rolled up his sleeves and thought about the difference between ordinary people and sorcerers that the teacher had said. Looking at his own memorization Teng Mo Yi thought happily: With Jishu Teng, he proves that he is already a sorcerer and has taken the first step in cultivation. Mo Dongyu once again carefully observed this gray note-writing Teng. Mo Yi closed his eyes, thinking about the method that the teacher had taught you, and felt the flow of the technique in his qi and blood. ”

Mo Yi listened to the excitement that he had suppressed, closed his eyes, and thought about what the teacher had said. Because of the excitement, Mo Yi couldn't settle down for a long time, and he couldn't enter the state, let alone feel the flow of the technique. Time passed minute by minute, and Mo Dongyu also knew that everything had a first time, and so did him at the beginning. "Imagine yourself playing chess. Mo Dongyu's voice came, and Mo Yi listened to his tenth chess game in his mind.

Gradually, a vague aura appeared on the chessboard in his mind, like a dragon with black chess pieces breaking through the barrier of white chess. An indigo-colored silk-like beam of light appeared on Mo Dongyu's fingertips, and the indigo beam wrapped around Mo Yi, slowly surrounding Mo Yi like a huge silkworm cocoon. Mo Yi felt a powerful force helping Bai Qi squeeze his black dragon! The black dragon is getting smaller and purer, as if it can drip water, "Ah!" Mo Yi cried out because of the pain. "Mo Yi just endure it for a while, just a little longer!" Sweat dripping from Mo Dongyu's side face, as long as it becomes liquid, it will be good for a while!

As the pressure exerted by Mo Dongyu continued to increase, the originally thin technique in Mo Yi's body was constantly compressed, and a large area of space in his body was vacated. It looks like it's about to change to a liquid state, but it can't be compressed in the slightest. "Ahh Mo Yi shouted again. If you want to describe the power that Mo Yi is receiving now, it is the power of 'five horses splitting the corpse'! It's just that the five horses splitting the corpse is pulling outward, and what Mo Yi is subjected to is constantly squeezing inward!

Blood overflowed from the corner of Mo Yi's mouth, and the helpless Mo Dongyu slowly stopped squeezing, gradually reducing the pressure. As the pressure decreased, the surgery in Mo Yi's body began to swell and become thinner again. Retracting the last shred of strength, Mo Dongyu was silent. Mo Yi opened his eyes and looked at Mo Dongyu blankly.

"Mo Yi, you can't continue to cultivate now. After being silent for a long time, Mo Dongyu threw out this sentence. What appeared in the blue eyes was incredible! It was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and of course Mo Yi knew what it meant to be unable to cultivate! But he could directly enter the realm of the practitioner during the memorization ceremony, and he also clearly told Mo Yi that he was a cultivator with excellent qualifications.

"Teacher, you're kidding!" Mo Yi's voice trembled a little, and the blue eyes revealed incredible. Facing the blue eyes, Mo Dongyu said helplessly: "Teacher Mo Yi has taught you how to cultivate, you can try it yourself, and you will know." Mo Yi closed his eyes again, unlike just now; One is to feel the surgery in the body, and now it is the surgery outside the body, sink the heart and open every pore of yourself, and with the relaxation of the last pore. Mo Yi felt that he was in the starry sky, and the small points of light flickering were like twinkling stars.

Time passed minute by minute, and crystal tears slipped down Mo Yi's cheeks. When he opened his eyes and saw the silent teacher on the side, Mo Yi did not speak, and it was true that as the teacher said, he couldn't cultivate! To be precise, his Ji Shu Teng couldn't help him absorb the outside of the body! Therefore, there was no way to further purify and condense the art in his body.

Big tears dripped down. Mo Dongyu sat silently beside Mo Yi, he didn't know how to comfort Mo Yi, all he could do was silently accompany the crying child beside him. "Hehe" forced out a smile: "Teacher, just like the chess game that has just changed, the current Mo Yi just hasn't found his own way of cultivation, right?" ”

A warm hand gently rubbed Mo Yi's head, "Yes, the current Mo Yi just hasn't found the right way, as long as the teacher is still there, the teacher will not give up looking for it!" Mo Yi and the teacher went together to find this method, okay. ”

"Well, Teacher Mo Yi is sleepy and wants to sleep. Lying down with his back to Mo Dongyu, tears dripped down uncontrollably.

Late at night, looking at the sleeping Mo Yi, Mo Dongyu gently pushed the door and went out......