Yi Heng gradually forgot about waiting and immersed himself in nature.

The fairy mist is shrouded, and the spring breeze is gentle.

Every flower, grass, tree, and even the ants and insects on the ground have become extremely vivid.

With my heart, I can faintly perceive the joy of flowers blooming and the helplessness of falling leaves.

Strangely, how could I have never found this flower and tree so moving?

The pretense at the beginning has gradually become a real feeling.

The whole mind is immersed in a leaf, a petal, a weed, and realizes the wonder of their lives.

"Squeak....... ”

The door of the red mansion was opened, and a cyan appeared at the door, a little angry on top of the plain makeup, looking at the cyan figure under the eaves, pretending to be immersed in the flowers and plants, and scolded: "Who are you? Why bother?"

The cyan figure was shocked, as if he had woken up from an epiphany, turned his head, his face was slightly displeased, and before he could speak, he spoke again in the door: "It turned out to be you!"

Yi Heng said stiffly: "It's me, I don't know what tasks I need to complete?" When Fang was entering the mysterious epiphany, he was suddenly awakened, and he was very unhappy, but he thought that he had disturbed her first, so it was not good to be angry.

"You, not only did you retreat for nineteen years as soon as you entered the main hall, but now you are still interfering with me, and you are actually ...... Forget it, come in!"

Hearing his stiff tone, the nun was slightly dissatisfied without makeup, and wanted to be angry, but then she seemed to feel that it was unnecessary, and before her cold words fell, she turned around and walked towards the house.

He was slightly stunned, he didn't expect this woman to be so angry, and he even reminded himself to sacrifice the magic weapon at that time.

I didn't have time to think about it, so I raised my feet and walked towards the house.

At this time, I smelled the fragrance of the female cultivator in the room mixed with various refining materials.

It smells terrible.

Suddenly, there was a coldness from his body, and he looked at the corner along the cold, and a monk was sitting cross-legged on the ground, looking at himself coldly, with a hint of anger in his eyes.

A formation plate the size of a zhang was placed on the ground, and there was a faint trace of black gas, which was caused by the failure of the test just now.

Yi Heng stood quietly next to the array plate, and various materials were piled up messily around the room.

It really doesn't look like a nun dwelling.

"Will it be a formation?"

"No!"

The nun was already sitting cross-legged on the other side of the array, picked up an ancient book, and buried her head in it, leaving only one hair meekly scattered over her shoulders.

However, he was obviously very dissatisfied with his answer, and his delicate body stiffened slightly.

The male cultivator's eyes showed even more disdain.

"Not interested in the formation?"

"Not interested!"

The nun raised her head again, although she was without makeup, she was very leisurely, but her eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.

In addition to anger and disdain in the eyes of the male cultivator, there was some more incredulity at this time.

"So, why are you here?"

Yi Heng was silent, and after his mood changed, he no longer disdained to tell lies, even if it was facing a monk in the same realm.

"Forget it, you first look at the foundation of the magic circle, just follow my arrangement and depict the magic circle, is there a basic jade slip of the magic circle?"

The nun did not show impatience, but her tone showed impatience.

It seems that he thinks it is too much time, and buries his head in ancient books.

"There should be!"

He replied, but he didn't know if it was too quiet, the nun didn't hear it, or didn't want to answer at all, the nun didn't say anything, and the male nun closed his eyes and breathed.

Judging from the face of the male cultivator, the soul consumption is slightly too much, and it will definitely not be possible if he does not rest.

At that moment, he also sat down, also gathered around the array, and the two of them were at an angle, carefully looking at the array.

The appearance is the same as the Bagua plate, with simple patterns and simple handwriting.

Qiankun shook Gen, away from Kanduxun.

I don't dare to touch it with my hands, and even if I do, I don't know what it was made of.

The black color is purple and gold, exuding a mysterious aura.

The divine sense probed towards the Bagua Plate, and the dense formations made him speechless, a group of thousands of small formations, and forty or fifty groups arranged in the Array Plate in a disorderly manner.

After reading a few breaths, I couldn't see any clue, and I had to withdraw my divine sense.

I found a few jade slips from the storage bag, which were handed over to him by the Yuan Infant Monk when he entered the hall, and there should be some magic circle foundation in it.

Sure enough, a moment later, in a piece of jade slip, the four big characters of the foundation of the magic circle came to mind.

"The magic circle, the soul power is carved in the array, different magic circles have different effects, several magic circles are arranged and combined in different forms, and they can emit different effects ....... ”

He was slightly interested, but as soon as he thought of the dense magic circle, he immediately drove away all this interest.

Just refining the body, refining the method, and refining the soul is already extremely laborious, how can you be greedy?

Although the way of cultivation is the same.

No matter which kind of formation, alchemy, or talisman can be studied to the extreme, it can become a great power.

Some enter the Tao with martial arts, some enter the Tao with formations, and some can even enter the Tao with reading, etc.

It's just that if you cultivate to the extreme, how can it be easy?

"The most basic magic circle unit is a magic circle, the method of depicting is very simple, and the strength of the soul power required is not large, but each magic circle must not stop halfway, and must be completed in one go in order to maintain the overall ...... of the magic circle. ”

He was immersed in a new realm, and his breath slowly became faint and steady.

"Ahem!"

The nun cleared her throat and broke the silence of the room that was more than ten feet in size.

He and the nun came to their senses and looked up at her.

"Zhao Daoyou can breathe well?"

"It's pretty much the same!"

"That's good!" the nun looked happy, "try again today." ”

"Okay!" the male cultivator did not hesitate, obviously cooperating for a long time.

"This fellow Daoist, you can watch from the sidelines first, and then argue with the theory on the jade slip, and don't interfere with it, understand?"

The nun looked up at him, and what he saw in her eyes was the fanaticism of the formation, and there was no him in her eyes, and there was no male cultivator in her eyes.

Yes, it was just a large array in front of her, although she still held her head up.

"Good!" he followed the male cultivator's example, and simply said it, causing contempt in the male cultivator's eyes.

The female cultivator lowered her head, her divine sense entered the array, and she said in a low voice: "Zhao Daoyou, first clear all the abandoned magic circles just now, and don't leave any traces." ”

Yi Heng's divine sense entered the array, and when he saw that the scorched black marks in the forty-eighth group of magic circles were skillfully removed little by little, he knew that this female cultivator's words were meant for herself.

I don't know how many times the male cultivator has done it, and he is extremely proficient, so how can he need to be reminded again?

At the moment, he burst into breath and concentrated his divine consciousness in the array, wanting to see how to use the power of the soul to carve the circle.

After a stick of incense, the forty-eighth group of magic circles the size of a thumb were all removed, leaving no trace.

"Very good, Zhao Daoyou, from now on, you must do it in one go, once you stop in the middle, the entire magic circle group will be useless. ”

Yi Heng nodded slightly, this is exactly the same as what was said in the jade slip.

And this nun is still talking to herself.

He felt a burst of void power concentrate on the thumb-sized place, and began to carve tiny lines there.

After two breaths, a pinpoint-sized mark appeared.

Is this a circle?

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that the needle-sized circle was actually made up of dozens of lines.

Without accurate portrayal, the power of the soul that can be retracted and released freely will definitely not reach such a level.

He secretly simulated himself, and found that although his soul was strong, he could not successfully complete a magic circle after several trials in a row.

It's either too much force, or the lines are of different thicknesses, or there are pauses in between, etc.

At the moment, I couldn't help but admire the monk surnamed Zhao.

This kung fu is definitely not a day's work, but a long period of continuous training.

On the array, as the monk surnamed Zhao continued to carve the magic circle, the thumb-sized place was gradually covered with dense magic circles.

The various lines are formed in one go, and the entire circle is connected as one, and the shape and arrangement are completely different from the other forty-seven circles.

An hour later, the monk surnamed Zhao turned pale.

At this time, the number of magic circles had reached one thousand and three.

The nun's attention was even stronger, and she couldn't wait to play in person.

The white fingers like green onions kept drawing lines in the void, as if reminding the monk surnamed Zhao, and as if checking whether the magic circle was correct.

Another hour later, the monk surnamed Zhao was already sweating on his forehead.

And the female cultivator exhaled softly, obviously, the magic circle carved at this time had surpassed any previous time.

And the place where the thumb is the size of the finger is left in the blank space gradually decreases, and is covered with tiny needle marks.

Yi Heng also gradually breathed a sigh of relief, although he had not contributed, he was naturally very happy to see such an accurate and detailed magic circle depicted.

"Success!" An hour later, as the last drawing ended, more than 10,000 small circles in that group of magic circles instantly connected together as if they had been activated.

When Yi Heng carefully searched for traces, he found nothing.

But he was sure that there must have been a gray thread connecting all the pin-sized circles in an instant.

The nun was very excited, and finally showed a hint of ruddy on her plain makeup.

Looking at the array, it is like looking at the most beloved thing, focused and gentle.

The monk surnamed Zhao's face was extremely pale, and he was about to faint, but it seemed that the corner of his eye swept over his existence, and he forcibly held on to it.

Yi Heng saw a hint of pride in his eyes, and there was no jealousy, but admiration again.

It is difficult to depict success in a small magic circle of his own, and this person has not rested for three consecutive hours, depicting so many magic circles, which is indeed worthy of admiration.

At that moment, he was very happy to see the female cultivator, and took the opportunity to say, "Congratulations to the two fellow Daoists, can I go back now?"

"Well, well, go! go, rest well, and come back tomorrow!" the nun did not raise her head, and her crisp voice made him feel comfortable.

Of course, if it weren't for the inexplicable defensive eyes of the monk surnamed Zhao, he would be much more comfortable.

At this time, he didn't care, stood up, and walked out the door.

"Wait!" the nun sensed that the voice was wrong, and when she looked up, she saw that he was about to open the door, and said loudly.

He turned around, the nun's happy face regained its calm, her eyes swept over him, and then moved to the monk surnamed Zhao, at this time, Yi Heng found that there was a trace of gratitude in her eyes.

"Zhao Daoyou, good rest, I've worked hard for you today!"

The monk surnamed Zhao seemed to be greatly encouraged, a trace of ruddy flashed on his pale face, and he said excitedly: "This is my business, and it is enough for me to depict this magic circle!"

After finishing speaking, his eyes moved slightly, as if he wanted to see Yi Heng's expression.

It's a pity that in the end, she couldn't move away from the female cultivator's makeup, so she had to give up.

Yi Heng was slightly happy in his heart, but then disappointed, "Zhao Daoyou is very good, but with one more person, this progress is naturally much faster." ”

"It's just that that fellow Daoist doesn't understand anything and is not interested, I'm afraid it will be a disadvantage!"

"En~, that's right, otherwise, let him learn from you for a while, watch us operate for a period of time, if not, the progress will be slow!"

Both of them seemed to treat Yi Heng as if they were air, talking to themselves.

But he knew that the nun did treat herself as air, and the monk surnamed Zhao was always thinking about herself.

"This, it's okay, I'm just afraid of delaying that fellow Daoist's cultivation. The monk surnamed Zhao replied reluctantly.

The female cultivator frowned slightly, and said: "Also, since you can't help, it's futile here, just give him ten days, if not, you can only tell the second senior brother!"

Yi Heng's heart condensed slightly, he didn't know who the second senior brother was, could it be the Yuanying monk on the second floor below?

At this time, the nun looked up at him and asked, "How do you feel today, Daoist, if you are really not interested and don't want to learn, then you can leave at any time without wasting time." ”

He looked at the nun without makeup, and there was no emotion in her eyes.

As if that's what happened.

If you want to, stay, if you don't want to, you leave.

Of course he wasn't leaving, because he didn't know what it meant yet!

Get out of here, you can.

But leaving the Formation Hall and leaving the Yimen naturally can't.

"I'll do my best!"

"Okay! Ten days, if you can't use it, then go and cultivate yourself!"

As if he remembered something again, he turned his head and turned it again, and said again: "But with your qualifications, you are worse than me, and you don't know how to cultivate to such a point, and cultivation, I'm afraid it's also a waste of time!"

"If nothing else, I'll take my leave!"

Yi Heng didn't feel the slightest discomfort because of her words.

It can be seen that there is no one else in this female cultivator's eyes except for the formation, even if she said that just now, she definitely did not mean to say it, and she did not mean to laugh at him.

"Go, tomorrow will be here. ”

He didn't reply anymore, because the nun was already immersed in thought, and she didn't even pay attention to the monk surnamed Zhao's farewell.

As soon as Yi Heng stepped out of the small building, the monk immediately followed and shouted, "Fellow Daoist!"

He had to stop and turn to look.

Short of his own head, although his face was pale, he looked handsome, the defense in his eyes had disappeared, and he was very sincere at this time, "What can Daoyou learn today?"

"I haven't learned anything, I admire the ability of Taoist friends!"

"Hehe, admiration? just admiration?" his low voice was faintly uncontrollable, "Do you know that it took me twenty years to refine my skills today?"

Yi Heng was slightly shocked, twenty years.

Sure enough, no matter what kind of skill, if you want to achieve the ultimate, talent is only one of them, and repeated training over time is indispensable.

But he still has only admiration, and only admiration.

If it were him, he would never have spent that long studying this.

"Okay, fellow Daoist doesn't know the hardships in this, wait until you try it another day, if I were you, since I didn't want to spend twenty years, why spend these ten days?"

After the monk surnamed Zhao finished speaking, he turned around and got up and flew down the mountain.

He stayed where he was, savoring the meaning.

After a few breaths, he also flew away.

For the next seven days, he spent the day in the red mansion on the top of the mountain, observing how the monk surnamed Zhao carved the magic circle.

At night, he cultivated and refined his body without stopping, and the thousand taels of starry sky fire essence sand that he exchanged again had absorbed about ten taels in seven days.

Fortunately, there are enough contribution points accumulated in the land of trials, otherwise you can only run around for contribution points at this time.

It's just that the speed of absorbing the Starry Sky Fire Essence Sand is getting slower and slower, and although the refining body is getting closer and closer to the peak of the fourth layer, I don't know when I will be able to touch the bottleneck.

Even more irritating was that I had to spare an hour every night to try to carve out the circle.

After seven days of training, I can now draw more than 100 in one go, but I think that I can cope with it, how can I really spend 20 years practicing?

Therefore, after depicting more than 100 in one breath, he immediately gave up, but he never tried where the limit was.

But he felt that his soul strength was definitely better than that of the monk surnamed Zhao.

More than 100 magic circles did not make him feel any fatigue.

It was so easy that even his face did not change.

At that time, he came out of the cave and muttered to himself, "I'm going to work, I don't know when I'll retire!"

With a sigh, he flew towards the top of the mountain.

Now, there is no good way to inquire about the location of the teleportation array.

It's just that he has no talent at all, and he is not interested in the formation of the method, and it is impossible to make meritorious contributions in this way.

In this case, if there is really no chance, I am afraid that some opportunities will have to be created.

The monk surnamed Zhao had been waiting for the Red Mansion for a long time.

Every day, I don't know when he came here.

In the past seven days, the monk surnamed Zhao had looked at him with more and more smug eyes.

Thinking about it, he knew that in only three days, he would leave here, and from now on, he would be the only one waiting for the Red Mansion to open.

At this time, I saw him look like this again.

Since the first day he took the initiative to speak, he has never spoken, and Yi Heng is naturally happy.

Even the nun didn't ask him what his last name was, and after seven days of getting along, she was still the same as on the first day, and she didn't even ask her last name.

The two of them stood at the door of the Red Mansion, he was like a stump, not moving, not shaking, and not speaking.

But the monk surnamed Zhao would look very excited every day, as if he was very eager to see the nun.

Today, even more so.

Because the hour has passed, the small door of the Red Mansion has not yet opened.

This is absolutely abnormal compared to the previous seven days, and in the eyes of the monk surnamed Zhao, I am afraid that it is the first time in eight years.

So he was in a hurry.

He had slowly released his divine consciousness and drilled into the crack in the door.

It's a pity that a flash of white light blocked his consciousness back, and a trace of pain flashed on his face.