Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

"Abbot..." Jueqing opened his mouth several times before expressing his doubts, "Why didn't you discuss this matter with the great priest in the temple when the demon world threatened you? People are afraid of death."

Huiyin looked at the backs of the group of people who were gradually going away, her eyes mixed with light and dark, "It's my fault."

Only this sentence, did not explain more.

Jueqing saw that Huiyin had no intention of talking, so he had to leave the hall.

When there was no one else in the hall, Huiyin closed his eyes and heaved a long sigh of relief. Only now did he realize that he was a little tired.

Demon world.

With a "click", the black chess piece fell, "It's your turn."

Lu Zhi was clinging to the white chess piece in his hand, and did not move for a long time, "My lord, this time is..."

"It's because the deity is too rash," the woman cut off Lu Zhi's words. She looked at the criss-cross chessboard, and pointed her slender fingers at the position of Tianyuan. , broke it all."

Lu Zhi froze for a moment, he didn't expect the woman to say such a thing, "What does the lord want next?"

The woman picked up a chess piece and threw it back into the chess jar, "Jingyin Temple is already a useless chess piece, let's call him back!"

Lu Zhi faintly disapproved, "If Jingyin Temple is abandoned, the demon world will no longer be the same as before, easily avoiding the eyes and ears of the immortal sect."

The woman's eyes were half-closed, and there was some boredom in her eyes, "Now it's not us who abandoned Jingyin Temple, but Jingyin Temple has been abandoned by Xianmen. After such a thing happened, they will no longer hand over the guards of Fengduya to the Buddhist temple. "

Lu Zhi listened to the woman's words quietly, and after a while, Bai Zi said, "This subordinate will make proper arrangements for this matter."

The woman responded in a low voice, "Go down!"

Lu Zhi got up from the jade mat and said "yes".

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Two days later.

Yinxiao looked at Xuanyi Jianxiu who was standing in front of him, jumped out of the flying shuttle, and shot out the Youzhu held between his fingertips at the same time.

Yin Su Yujian dodged it, then took out the sword amulet given by Yin Weizhi and injected it with spiritual power.

Suddenly, a wave of coercion enveloped the world, and Yin Xiao was locked in by this murderous intent. He didn't have time to think, and quickly summoned his natal magic weapon to resist.

When a sword passed, the light of the sword turned into everything, everywhere, Yinxiao's talisman was destroyed instantly, and he himself suffered a backlash. He vomited a mouthful of blood, turned around and wanted to take Wen Song away.

Seeing his movement, Yin Su's expression sank completely, and he immediately shattered another sword talisman, and an invisible force rushed towards Yin Xiao.

Sensing the danger behind him, Yin Xiao had no choice but to give up Wen Song on the shuttle, and crushed the void-breaking talisman in his hand.

After the figure disappeared, the sword intent landed on the outside of the flying shuttle, cutting it off, and Wen Song, who was in it, fell from the air.

Yin Su flew to catch him.

After the two landed on the ground, Yin Su untied the spell on his body, "Are you injured?"

Wen Song shook his head, he held Yinsu's pulse door, and poked his spiritual power in.

Yin Su twitched his arms, trying to escape.

Wen Song looked up and stared at him, "Don't move."

Facing the worry in Wen Song's eyes, Yin Su loosened his grip.

Only then did Wen Song concentrate on running his spiritual power. After a big week, the corners of his lips pursed, "You...are you using the technique of burning essence and blood to improve your cultivation?"

Yin Su nodded, "The situation at that time did not allow me to think more about it."

Wen Song held Yin Su's right hand, "Then I..."

"You don't need your blood," Yin Su gagged his mouth in advance as if he knew what Wen Song was about to say.

"It's not blood essence," Wen Song said with his head down, "it's... dual cultivation. If you and I are dual cultivation, it will not harm both parties, but it will make up for the loss in your body."

Yin Su looked at Wen Song with a bit of bewilderment in his eyes, "Double... double cultivation?"

"Yes... yes," Wen Song stammered, "We...we are all Taoist companions now, and the Taoist companions must... definitely be able to double cultivation!"

"Besides, you're losing blood now, so it's just... exactly that..."

Yin Su's throat moved, and moved again, not knowing what to pick up, his hand kept rubbing against Hong Xi's sword hilt, "Let's go back to Jingyin Temple first."

"Does Su Su mean to wait for us to return to Jingyin Temple and then practice double cultivation?"

Wen Song looked at him suspiciously.

Yin Su tilted his head to avoid his gaze, "I'm losing essence and blood now, if dual cultivation is of little benefit to you, it's better not to lose it too early... lose Yuanyang."

When he said the last two words, his voice became softer, and his ears turned red from the tips to the pinnae.

Wen Song looked at his red ears and was a little surprised. He raised his hand and touched them. The scorching temperature spread from his ears to his fingertips. He was a little embarrassed to mention double cultivation at first, but after seeing Yin Su's reaction, The embarrassment disappeared, "Su Su, your ears are red, are you shy?"

Yin Su pulled his hand down, "Don't make trouble."

"I didn't make a fuss," Wen Song touched both hands this time, he bent his eyes, his dark and moist eyes burst into smiles, "it's the first time I saw Su Su's red ears, some happy."

Yin Su looked at himself who was reflected in Wen Song's eyes, and his ears were pinched, and a little warmth in the world suddenly appeared in his chest...

Wen Song didn't let go until the temperature on his ears disappeared, "I was only focused on touching you just now, I should have recorded that scene with a photo stone."

Seeing his regretful look, Yin Su tugged at his cheek, "You have a lot of eyes now."

Wen Song felt a little uncomfortable being pinched by him, and he took his hand away, "I'm all black when I'm close to ink. When I turned into a little fox and couldn't walk easily, you took the photo stone to record it." Come down, now your ears are red, why can't I record?"

When Yin Su heard him mention the picture stone, the smile in his eyes faded a little, "The picture stone that recorded your walking was taken away by Moxiu and Najie."

Wen Song heard the words, but he was not as sad as Yin Su. After all, it is a black history. Who would be unhappy when the black history is gone?

He looked at Yin Su's depressed eyebrows, trying not to make his happiness so obvious, "Really?"

Yin Su gave a low "hmm".

Wen Song suppressed the smile on his lips, and tried to calm down: "That's a pity."

Listening to his cheerful voice, Yin Su shifted his gaze to the corners of his slightly raised lips, "You don't seem to feel any pity at all."

"How come?" Wen Song quickly denied, "I'm very sorry."

Yin Su looked at his incongruity, and said lightly: "There are thousands of spiritual plants I prepared for you in the ring, as well as the alchemy techniques you recorded before."

Wen Song: "..."

I felt a little heartache.

Compared with that little black history, of course Lingzhi is more important, he asked in a low voice: "Then can you get back your Naring?"

Yin Su replied with a smile, "Maybe not."

Hearing that he said no, Wen Song tapped his shoulder in frustration.

Yin Su rubbed his soft hair, and led someone to jump up to Hongxi, "Let's go, let's go back to Jingyin Temple."

Wen Song leaned on his back shoulder, the tip of his nose let out Yin Su's unique cold and bloody breath, he looked down at his empty hands, and hugged Yin Su's waist after a while, "Um."

Yin Su looked at the folded hands at his waist, and pulled the corners of his lips.

The wind from the distant mountains, together with a breath of water in the mist, splashed on the faces of the two of them. Wen Song rested his chin on his shoulder and asked, "Is Su Su really unwilling to double cultivate with me?"

The flying sword under Yin Su's feet trembled, "It's not unwillingness, but..."

"I know, you think I'm at a disadvantage." Wen Song hugged Yin Su tightly, "But we are Taoist couples. When you were thinking about me, you never asked me if I wanted to."

He buried his head in Yin Su's neck, and said in a muffled voice, "Su Su, I'm worried about you."

Yin Su stared at the flowing clouds in the wind for a long time, then covered his waist with his hands, "Okay."

When Wen Song heard this, a little surprise flashed in the corner of his eyes, "Then... Su Su can't go back on his word."

"Ah."

Three days later, the two returned to Jingyin Temple.

As soon as Wen Songfu stepped into the Buddhist temple, he felt an unusual atmosphere. The solemnity was mixed with sadness. He stopped a young monk and performed a Buddhist ceremony, "I don't know what happened in the temple?"

The little monk returned a salute, "The abbot is sitting down."

After Wen Song finished listening, he asked incredulously, "Did you sit down?"

The little novice sang the Buddha's chant in a low voice.

After the person left, Wen Song looked at Yin Su, "Su Su..."

"I'll transmit the sound to my father first," Yin Su said.

Wen Song nodded and said "OK".

After the two came out of the Buddhist temple, they went to the residence of Jiuyi Sect.

"I have met my father, Suzerain Yin."

Yin Wei's way: "Sit down first!"

Yin Su straightened up and sat down with Wen Song. He looked up at Yin Weizhi and asked, "What's going on with Abbot Huiyin?"

Yin Weizhi pinched his brows, "Huiyin died two days ago. At that time, the five great immortal sects focused all their energy on finding clues and interrogating Moxiu. No one expected that Huiyin would suddenly die. Now Mute Everyone in the temple thought that the five great immortal sects were persecuting him, so Huiyin would die to appease Zhengdao's anger."

After he finished speaking, he told Yin Su what had happened during these days.

Yin Su sorted out the matter, and then said: "That is to say: Even if the five great immortal sects find out the evidence, the matter can only be left alone?"

"Yes." Yin Weizhi looked in the direction of Jingyin Temple with deep eyes, "Huiyin is dead, and his clue here is broken."

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