Void Transformation

There are few stars in the moon, and there is peace and tranquility in Qingshan Town. On a barren hill, an old and a young play against each other in the moonlight, and the two people are dressed as distinct as their age. It is one person with pure white covering, and the other is more beautiful in the moonlight. He was dressed in sackcloth, and seemed to blend in with the night.

The top of the deserted hill was desolate, and it was just because of the arrival of the two tonight that it was a little more alive. If Xiaofeng were here, he would immediately recognize the two, because they were the mysterious white-clothed girl Yan Tian and the old black man in Mai.

"You lost..." Yantian's voice was still ethereal, and a child fell in his hand while he was speaking, and Lazi instantly swayed a blue light on the stone chessboard, and at the same time slowly turned his head to look at the sky and the moon, but it was a long time. No longer speak.

"What? I would lose to a second-degree girl. This is really a shame." An old black foreign Chinese came from the other side of the chess table. However, although he was very upset in his tone, he did not act. It was just that the bright moon, who also looked to the sky, said after a long while:

"You said that when the moon is full, it means reunion with my family. I don't know when I can go home. Although I know how to release magic here because of him, there is a lack of space elements here, so much so. I can't follow the way I came."

Language has never been a limitation of expressing inner emotions. At this time, under the same bright moon, the minds of the old and the young in this different country are different, but the homesickness of the old black is beyond words.

"It's a pity..." Yantian heard the words, and suddenly sighed, and her voice seemed to be purifying magic. At this moment, the old black only felt a clear mind in his mind, and the stasis in his heart suddenly disappeared a little. point. However, when the old black man was fully recovered, he used storms to interpret the tranquility of the moment:

"One more time, I don't believe I can't beat a kid at the table!"

"Okay.." Faced with the excitement of the old black man, the white-clothed girl retracted her gaze to look at Mingyue, but only faintly returned a word. Immediately, his hand wearing a white glove touched the chessboard, and the black and white chess pieces on the table immediately returned to their original positions, and the old black man was not surprised by this, and picked up the chess pieces to start the layout of the game.

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Stillness and movement are opposite, even under the same bright moon, there will still be movement and stillness in the same area. This game between the old and the young is quiet, and at this moment, above the Qingshan School, is the endorsement of movement.

Different from the silence in Qingshan Township under the mountain, the Qingshan Xuezong is brightly lit, and the sound of civil engineering handover is heard from time to time in the Qingshan School.

"Oh... you said... today's teacher... why is it so abnormal... on weekdays... on weekdays, health is the most important thing, today...why do we have to pass the time and stay awake today?"

A student disciple in white clothes spoke out of breath, and the white clothes on his body had already been soaked in sweat and stains. He didn't have the slightest literati demeanor. On the contrary, he looked like a folk coolie, and was urged by the foreman to rush to work in the middle of the night.

"Let's just say a few words, we have already trained for two hours, don't you want to add another hour?" The person who spoke to the speaker deliberately lowered his voice, and his use of breath was obviously better than that of the previous one. Much more proficient, at least there is no gasping when I speak.

On the Qingshan Xuezong martial arts field, more than a hundred people lined up and ran around the martial arts field. These people are all elite disciples of Qingshan Xuezong, but no matter how elite they are, they can’t call Internal Energy when they are spotted. Next, practice for two consecutive hours.

This martial arts field seems small, and even more than a hundred people appear to be crowded, but this is just the appearance. Because formation is implied in the martial arts field, and this formation allows these disciples to seem to run slowly in place, but in fact they are struggling to move forward.

In the center of the circle surrounded by many disciples, a middle-aged man sits in the middle. However, it is unknown who moved the book case in the study here. It’s just that today’s book case is not filled with Four Treasures of the Study. Instead, it is full. Full of refreshments. The middle-aged drink tea and wait and see, he looks like he is leisurely, but for many disciples, this is undoubtedly another Dao heart spiritual difficulty.

"Um... the tea is good." The middle-aged man picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip and then muttered to himself. However, he frowned as if suddenly thinking of something and looked at the Xuanyi man beside him. , Continued in a flat tone:

"My Qingshan School, both martial arts and formation, is known for explosive power. However, if you miss a hit, it is inevitable that the Cultivation Base will not have enough success. Therefore, training endurance should be a discipline that we usually pay attention to."

The speaker was Chen Xueshu who was drunk with the medicinal wine he brewed after talking to Xiaofeng during the day. But after he was brought back to the study by the two apprentices, the other party made some tricks on his face, but the first person he saw after waking up became a big apprentice for some reason. This sudden scene.

The reason Chen Xuezhi had already said very clearly, it was precisely because he had discovered the shortcomings of Qingshan Xuezhu, and he was a person who knew his mistakes and could correct him, so he immediately carried out additional training on his disciples. However, for those ordinary disciples who just sealed the Internal Energy and sprinted around in circles, for the own disciples, it was forcing them to control the formation of the martial arts field.

If the more than a hundred people on the martial arts field are not restrained by formation, they will definitely collide with each other in a sprint. Chen Xuezhu's task for the six direct disciples who are present at this moment is to control the formation to prevent this from happening.

However, if these six direct disciples fully control the formation, the elite disciples on the martial arts field will be deeply affected by the phantom formation, and even more unable to be lazy, and if the six direct disciples have lost, Chen Xuezhu should be clear at a glance. Such a way of checking and balancing each other is exactly the core theory of Chen Xuezhu's training at this time.

"Demo, don't be distracted, concentrate on controlling the array!"

At this moment, Chen Xueqi suddenly spoke, but his tone became a little serious. He looked at the man in Xuanyi, ignoring the cold sweat oozing from his forehead, and at the same time secretly turned his inner strength and pressed towards him.

The man in Xuan Yi was Fang Dumo, the famous "Ice Cube Face" master brother of Qingshan Xuezong. Although he was indifferent on the outside, he was actually very kind to the same family in his heart. The reason why he was distracted at this moment was precisely because he felt that his five juniors were exhausted, so he took over the direction that the other party needed to control.

However, just as Chen Xuezhu said, the disciples of the Qingshan School were more than violent and persistently inadequate. With Fang Dumo’s formation Cultivation Base, it’s not difficult to control the formation of the martial arts by himself, but it is a bit far-fetched for him to last for two hours.

Chen Xuezhu noticed that his eldest disciple was distracted, and naturally understood what he was doing. The current secret movement of internal energy required him to take care of himself. Because the purpose of today's training is to push the limits of these disciples, and then they can break through and stand up later.

The man in Xuan Yi did not answer. He was distracted and controlled at this moment. It was a bit difficult to maintain. At this moment, he was secretly pressured by Teacher Owner's inner strength. There was no time to speak, but he was worried about the physical load of the juniors. After all, formation Backlash is a big or small thing.

At this moment, most of the people in the Qingshan School are training in the martial arts field, and in contrast to this movement, the guest room area in the northwest is much quieter. In the largest room in the guest room area, a black-robed man was lying on the bed with a sad expression on his face, but his eyes were closed tightly, as if he was a nightmare.

"what!"

With a cry of exclamation, the black-robed man suddenly opened his eyes and turned over. At this moment, his face was already covered with sweat, his eyes gradually returned to normal from the blur, he covered his chest with one hand, and touched his own cheek with one hand, and whispered in a low voice:

"I'm still alive... I can even dream in the game, it's still such a real dream..."

This black-robed man was the little breeze that the black-robed man brought back to his guest room to rest, and no matter how different his temperament was from ordinary people, the things he had just dreamed of still made him feel like reality and fantasy. At this time, he felt I was still myself, and I couldn't help but relax a little bit in my heart.

Xiaofeng spent three breaths of time, finally calmed down, and at the same time forcedly suppressed the things in his dream, and began to recall what happened to the Qingshan School today, and suddenly understood why he is here now.

"I don't know what time is it now."

There is no palm lamp in the guest room, but the moonlight outside the window cannot penetrate due to the location of this room. Xiaofeng slowly got up and stood firm. He hadn't adjusted to the darkness before him for a while, staggering and groping forward.

"Squeak..." After some time, with a soft sound, Xiaofeng finally pushed open the door. After breathing in the fresh air, he finally "returned to his soul" completely, and immediately looked around. However, he was just looking around and had no intention of exploring, so he did not switch his consciousness to detect.

At this moment, I was under the eaves, and the cool breeze blew by, bringing a rustle of leaves. The bright moon hung high, but there was no sound in all directions. The room behind him was impressively written in two characters, guest room. Xiao Feng realized after a little thought that this was only the guest room area of ​​the Qingshan School, which was different from the disciple's.

However, just after the breath, a wry smile appeared on Xiaofeng's face. Therefore, the environment here seems simple, but the roads in it are intricate, which is undoubtedly a maze for myself, but fortunately I still have knowledge in my body, and I only need to probe to know the way to go.

However, Xiaofeng looked at the sky and began to think in his heart whether he should continue to go back to sleep until dawn. After all, this game is too realistic, no one comes out at night, and he can't visit anyone, and the horror of the night still exists for a person who does not know martial arts.

Just when Xiao Feng was hesitant, his mind turned, and the consciousness suddenly emerged in three dimensions, scattered in all directions, and at this moment Xiao Feng also made plans to go out and go around. However, at The next moment, his scattered consciousness suddenly returned to his body, and at the same time frowned, because there was no wind and no fire here.

After a full breath of effort, Xiao Feng suddenly said loudly, but did not raise his head, but looked at the bright moon in the sky:

"People under the eaves have to bow their heads. Although the full moon is just right at this time, but the heights are very cold. Friends on the eaves, might as well come down for a comment!"

And at the moment, Xiaofeng stands on the eaves vertically above his head, and there is a figure standing here without knowing when, and the owner of this figure is holding a sword in his chest with both hands, looking at the same bright moon..

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