Yinpu Ao, Shefu Town.

A seven or eight-year-old boy ran into a small courtyard with a chic decoration on his face, pushed open the wooden door, and a white-haired man inside the door was pinching a sunspot in one hand and studying Go with a chess game in the other.

"Teacher, tomorrow is the triennial memorization ceremony in Shefu Town, can I go?" The young man looked forward to it, and if he looked closely, although the boy was not handsome, he was also long and clean, with a low nose bridge and a pair of big blue eyes, which were particularly eye-catching. It's very comfortable to watch. The white-haired man put down the chess game in his hand, his red eyes looked at the young man's big blue eyes, looked at the young man with an expectant face, and said, "Teacher Enna will accompany you tomorrow." ”

"Hee-hee, Mr. Hee, the best, teacher, I'm going to buy a fish and come back. With that, the boy turned around and ran out, looking at the young man's departing figure, and the white-haired man was thoughtful.

They are Mo Dongyu and Mo Yi who escaped from Mofu a few years ago. Time flies, and before you know it, you have been living in this seaside city for two years. In the past two years, the idea of revenge and hatred has jumped out of Mo Dongyu's mind many times, but because Mo Yi is still young, he helplessly dispelled a thought; I also wanted to go over to find the Mo family's most secret organ city, but because the people who came to pick them up all died at the hands of Gongsun Yi, they didn't leave any clues about the organ city.

Originally, Mo Yi's age could have burned the Teng of Record. However, because Shefu Town does not have its own recorders like the Mo family, their notation is sent down by the state, and it is only held once every three years. Mo Dongyu packed up the chessboard, got up and walked out of the door, looked at the blue sky, and whispered: "I don't know if it's a good thing to let Mo Yi learn 'art', maybe it's the right choice to spend the rest of his life with Mo Yi like this." ”

Mo Yi happily ran towards the dock, and he was a little excited at the thought of tomorrow's memorization. He wanted to be a sorcerer like his teacher. In his memory, he was a child picked up by the teacher during the training, and the teacher was very kind to him, although he also thought about finding his parents, but if there was no teacher, then he would not be alive now.

The first time I saw the teacher use the technique was when he was building a house, the teacher just waved the halberd in his hand at will, and several large trees fell in pieces, and he was surprised at that time, he secretly decided to become a sorcerer like the teacher.

"Cabbage fresh cabbage!"

"The fish you just caught is not fresh, you don't need money!" A shout interrupted Mo Yi's thoughts, he had come to buy fish, and happily walked towards the fishmonger.

"What a handsome guy, buy some fruit and go. A middle-aged woman smiled and sold fruit to Mo Moyi.

"No, thank you, Auntie, I'm going to buy a fish. Mo Yi replied with a smile. "Uncle, how do you buy this fish?"

"Three pennies a pound, this is fresh from the sea!"

Mo Yi nodded and smiled: "I'm going to ask for this." ”

"The lad took it. Yu Moyi, who was tied with a straw rope, walked in the direction of home with an excited face. He knew that the teacher cooked fish soup very well, and the fish soup was very delicious. He swallowed his saliva and quickened his pace.

It was also dusk, and this twilight was harmonious and comfortable. Mo Yi drank the last mouthful of fish soup and smashed his mouth, Mo Dongyu smiled and cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks. An old man and a young man quietly looked at the red glow in the sky in the chic courtyard, Mo Yi was now full of tomorrow's memorization ceremony, but Mo Dongyu fell into contemplation of one thing, his words broke this tranquility: "Mo Yi for what does he want to become a magician?"

"Because, because I became a magician, I would be able to be the same as the teacher, and I would become as strong as the teacher, and Mo Yi also wanted to be a strong man!" Mo Yi's words revealed an infinite yearning for the world of art, "In this way, Mo Yi will be able to protect the teacher." ”

"Get stronger!" Mo Dongyu smiled bitterly unconsciously, if he had a choice, he would rather be an ordinary person and live with the person he loved.

Touched Mo Yi's head and said, "Then when Mo Yi becomes a strong teacher, he will change Mo Yi to protect him." ”

Mo Yi smiled so happily, naïve, or maybe stupid! nodded and said, "Mo Yi will definitely become a magician! Not a holy art!" and then Mo Yi will protect the teacher. "Before I knew it, it was getting dark. Mo Dongyu led Mo Yi into the room and closed the door

"Mo Yi won't sleep anymore, and he won't be able to get up tomorrow!" Mo Dongyu looked at the young man who was tossing and turning on the bed. Because of the excitement, Mo Yi couldn't sleep, and the matter of the memorization ceremony came to his mind from time to time, and he turned over again, "bang", Mo Yi, who had already rolled to the side of the bed, fell and ate. He smirked and scratched the back of his head and stood up.

Mo Dongyu sighed helplessly and said, "Sleep." Mo Yi, who was originally excited, actually yawned, and Mo Yi felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. Seeing that he was about to fall to the ground, he fell asleep, and Mo Dongyu flashed and helped him to the bed. Mo Dongyu shook his head and said: "This little rabbit cub is like a chicken blood! I can't sleep after turning over in bed for a few hours! I can't sleep without the dream technique!"

A trace of indigo light appeared from Mo Dongyu's fingertips, wrapped around Mo Yi, who had finally fallen asleep on the bed, wrapped him up. In fact, this is not the first time that Mo Dongyu has done this, every night in the past two years, every night after Mo Yi falls asleep, he will use his original fire - 'Karma Lotus Charm Flame' to refine his muscles and bones for Mo Yi in his sleep, and warm his body. Although this kind of warmth and cultivation is not as good as the various refining essences of the various elixirs that Mo Yi ate in the Mo family at the beginning. However, this kind of warmth and cultivation completely integrated the remnants of the medicine that had precipitated in Mo Yi's body into Mo Yi's body. As for the 'technique' in Mo Yi's body, he had already reached a critical point, and he was only one step away from being able to enter the realm of the sorcerer. Fine sweat poured out of Mo Dongyu's forehead.

"Tomorrow's burning ink will go directly to the realm of the sorcerer! Originally, it was only to keep Mo Yi healthy and healthy, but he achieved the current situation, and Mo Dongyu didn't know whether what he was doing was right or wrong. Retracted her karma, Lian Meiyan fell asleep beside Mo Yi.

"Teacher, get up, Teacher, I'm going to the memorization ceremony!" The sky was still cloudy, and Mo Mo was urging Mo Dongyu on the bed the next day.

"You kid, woke up again before the hour came?" Mo Dongyu turned over and continued to fall asleep: "I haven't seen you so diligently, although the memorization ceremony starts at the hour of the hour, but the real burning will not start until the end of the afternoon, and the previous long time is just used to sacrifice to the sky and do some messy things." Let the teacher sleep again. ”

"No! Teacher, get up!" Mo Yi snatched the quilt from Mo Dongyu's body and jumped out of bed to make a grimace. Mo Dongyu was angry and funny, and got up helplessly to wash. After eating a little lunch, he was dragged by Mo Yi to Shefu Town, and before he reached the town square, the thunderous drums shook people's ears numb.

Although Shefu Town is very small, and even the memorization test cannot be held every year, it is precisely because of the long interval between each time that each ceremony is also extraordinarily grand. Squeezing around in the crowd, Mo Yi finally squeezed to the front, the drum beat gradually subsided, and an old man with a gray beard began his tirade, Mo Dongyu was napping on the side, but Mo Yi listened very carefully.

"Bang, bang, burn ceremony begins!" The old man's voice rang out to the beat of a huge drum. Mo Dongyu shook his confused head to make himself sober. "The children who have not burned the Chronicle of the Celestial Movement now go to the Shefu family on the right to line up to record their names. ”

Seeing the children lining up in an orderly manner, the old man paused and continued: "Next, there is 'Elder Hu Yan' who came by the order of the Emperor!

An old man dressed in an indigo robe and holding a staff appeared with five men who were also dressed in robes, and the staff, which looked like a wooden staff, was topped with an indigo-colored crescent-shaped gemstone. The gemstone sparkles with a soft glow. Mo Dongyu just glanced at it, and didn't seem to be interested.

Mo Yi had already gone to the She Mansion to line up. "Today happens to be the year of our She family's little son, and the She family's little son has become the first lucky son to burn the record of Shuteng this year. The white-bearded old man smiled.

Several She family members came to the old man with a beautifully dressed young man, and the five men behind the old man surrounded the old man in the center in five directions, and at their feet, a huge totem appeared at some point. The old man and the young man were in the center of the totem, and the five men stood in the five directions of the totem. Five blue rays of light emerged from the men, outlining the totem at their feet, the old man holding the staff in his right hand and the young man with his left hand on the forehead, the indigo light carving a more complex notation. The indigo gemstone shines brightly.

A blue storm-like pattern slowly appeared on the back of the boy's right hand, and the light flowed on it, as if it were sketching. The old man put down his left hand and said, "The son of the She family actually has a tendency to depict the magician when he burns it, but he is just one step away from entering the realm of the magician. It doesn't take a few days to complete the portrayal of the real Jishuteng, and I really want to say hello to the She family. ”

"Elder Hu said seriously, I hope that my son can become a pillar of the country like an elder in the future and contribute to the country. A fat, oily middle-aged man walked up to the stone platform in the square. Mo Yi knew that what appeared in the young man's hand was the 'wind' original technique of remembering the technique, he had pestered the teacher to ask about the original technique and cultivation, the teacher was perfunctory, Mo Yi but under Mo Yi's repeated inquiries, the teacher finally told Mo Yi in detail about the 'original technique', 'the memory of the technique' and the cultivation. As the old man's left hand moved away, the young man's right hand gradually disappeared.

"Next. Another boy walked up to the stone platform, and the same light shone from the staff, but not as dazzling as the last time. This time, a black cross-like mark appeared on the boy's neck, and the mark disappeared when it appeared: "Yes, the boy will also contribute to this country in the future." The boy nodded and stepped back from the stone platform.

Time passed, and it was finally Mo Yi's turn, and Mo Yi ran up to the stone platform with an excited face and came to the old man. The old man still only put his left hand on Mo Yi's forehead, and the dazzling light in the next second made everyone subconsciously close their eyes. And Mo Dongyu's red pupils, which had been squinting, lit up at this time.

The old man's right hand holding the staff trembled a little. Mo Dongyu saw a flame-like pattern drawn on Mo Yi's right arm! Not to emerge! It was a stroke by stroke! The so-called practitioner is to condense the gas-like technique in his body into a liquid state, and then sketch a memorization technique outside the body, and establish a connection between the original technique outside the body and the technique in his own body through the memorization of the art.

The portrayal of the Remembering Technique is the first step to establish a connection, and it is also the beginning of the true use of the technique, but Mo Dongyu's brows furrowed slightly, and he instantly discovered that this Remembering Technique Teng was not drawing by Mo Yi's own strength! It was greedily absorbing the power of the old man! Finally, a flame-like sign was carved into a beating gray flame, without any fluctuations in the original technique!