Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

After the admonition, Sang Yi's expression softened, and he took out a red silk tail as thin as a cicada's wing from the ring, and said: "This thing is called the red silk curtain, which was refined by me a few days ago. It is an excellent defensive magic weapon to protect your spells from intrusion, and its grade is not inferior to that of the Ming state of mind in your hand, but the time is still short, and the spirit of the weapon has not yet been born, so I will give it to you today."

When the disciples sitting on both sides saw the master took out the red silk curtain again, their expressions suddenly became strange.

The reason why I say yes is because Sang Yi wanted to give away this magic weapon more than once, but seven of the eight disciples in the sect were masculine and heroic men, and no one made this "mother-like" red Linghuang, and the only female disciple, disliked the magic weapon for being too flamboyant.

Wen Song stared at the red gauze lying in Sang Yi's palm, feeling a little suffocated, the things are good, "but... Is it appropriate for a boy like me to use red gauze to fend off enemies?"

During the competition, others held sharp swords, while he waved the "delicate" red gauze.

The picture was so beautiful that Wen Song didn't dare to think about it.

Sang Yi thought of the attitudes of the other disciples who avoided this magic weapon, and a guilty conscience flashed in his eyes, but this guilty conscience was quickly hidden. Appropriate, do you want to look good when defending against enemies?"

"Why the magic weapon is not important, what is important is whether you can defeat the enemy, don't be obsessed with appearances."

Wen Song: "...", he is narrow-minded.

"Thank you, Master, for the gift."

In the end, Wen Song still accepted the eye-catching red silk curtain.

Sang Yi reassured: "If you use it well, it can be regarded as living up to the hard work of the master."

Wen Song responded in a low voice. He touched the soft red silk under his hands, feeling indescribable for a while.

Sang Yi continued: "Including you, I have taken in a total of nine disciples. Those who are not here have all gone out to practice. You go to meet a few senior brothers and sisters!"

"it is good."

Because the younger brother accepted the red yarn that caused everyone a headache for a long time, several senior brothers and sisters gave them very generous gifts. The senior sister Huai Ruo gave the shuttle, the third brother Zhongshu gave the elixir, and the fifth brother Chengxin gave it to everyone. After receiving the talisman, the sixth senior brother Feiluo sent the phantom sound bell, and the eighth senior brother sent the Lingshi to Shen.

When Wen Song received the gift, he immediately put the depression behind him. He happily put the things into the storage bag, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, brothers and sisters."

Seeing his ignorant appearance, everyone felt a little guilty. After all, if it wasn't for this new junior brother, the person who accepted the red silk curtain would probably be one of them. "You're welcome, this is You deserve it."

Sang Yi Nian Wen Song hadn't built his foundation yet, so he wanted to take care of him, "Which one of you would like to take care of Xiao Jiu for a while?"

Several senior brothers have just accepted the favor and are very happy to help.

Sang Yi looked back and forth among them, and said, "Ask Xiaoba to take him with him, the two of them are not much different in age, and they can talk."

After leaving the main hall, Xiang Shen called Wen Song, and asked him with a smile, "Do you still like the red silk curtain given by Master?"

Wen Song was silent for a few breaths, and then said: "It's bestowed by Master, I naturally like it."

"As long as junior brother likes it," Xiang Shen thoughtfully did not tell him the truth.

Wen Songxuan's Dongfu is in the north of Changyue Peak, a little far from the main hall, but very close to Xiangshen's Dongfu.

After Xiang Shen sent him there, he explained to him how to receive training resources in the door and where to accept the mission...

No matter how big or small, it is very conscientious.

After talking for almost half an hour, Xiang Shen finished what he had to say, "If you still have any questions, Junior Brother, feel free to ask me."

Wen Song nodded and said hello.

It was night, the moonlight was like water, and a ray of clear light was softly separated and reflected around the cave.

"Ugly."

Wen Song, who was meditating on the bed, opened his eyes, "Yinsu?"

"it's me."

Wen Song knew that he was being lured by a consonance, so he was not very surprised when he heard Yin Su's voice, "Fellow Daoist, is there something for me?"

"But did you worship Chong Yao as your teacher?"

I don't know if it's because of the technique, Wen Song felt that Yin Su's voice seemed to penetrate the distance and stay in his ears directly, he rubbed his ears, and said uncomfortably: "No, I worship Sang Yizhen You are the teacher."

Yin Su paused for a moment, "Sang Yi Zhenjun is also good."

Wen Song agreed very much when he heard the words, "Yes, the master gave me a magic weapon today!"

"Oh? What magic weapon?"

"Well," Wen Song hesitated for a while, but refused to say it.

Yin Su chuckled, "What kind of good thing makes you hide it like this, lest I snatch it?"

Wen Song's ears were itchy from his laughter, "No."

Seeing that he refused to speak, Yin Su didn't mean to get to the bottom of it, "Cultivate hard at Yuelingmen, don't waste the opportunity."

Perhaps facing the first person who extended a helping hand to him after coming into this world, Wen Song was suddenly moved when he heard Yin Su's words. He sucked his nose, and tears overflowed from his eyes and fell to There was a dark trace on the hem of the shirt.

"I know."

Listening to the sobbing nasal sound on the other side, Yin Su remained silent.

"Fellow Daoist Yin, you...you also have to practice hard."

"Ah."

The author has something to say: On the one hand, Wen Song cried because his tears were low;

After relaxing, to the point