Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

After stepping out of the palace gate, the head-on cold wind pierced through the sweaty clothes, causing a sudden chill. Wen Fu looked at the two people walking side by side in front of him, with a layer of darkness in his eyes.

Such an appearance was caught by Sang Yi's eyes, causing him to frown, "Such a character, is it worthy of Zhenjun Yao to reshape his dantian?"

It was rare for Chong Yao not to refute him, "It's just the last bit of master-student relationship."

After everything is over, naturally they will no longer be masters and apprentices.

Sang Yi heard the deep meaning in his words, and his voice faded away.

It's over here, except for the monks stationed at Fengduya, all the other disciples have to go back to the sect.

Wen Song was not the one stationed in the first round, so he followed Sang Yi on the flying boat.

The next day.

Wen Song, who was sleepy, received a voice transmission from his master. After listening to it, he stared blankly at Yin Su.

Yin Su asked him, "What's wrong?"

Wen Song sat on the couch and woke up after a while, "Master told me to go to the fourth floor to find him, and asked Su Su to go with him."

"Then let's go!"

Wen Song got down from the couch and said "OK" slowly.

When they reached the fourth floor, Sang Yi was waiting around the corner. When Wen Song saw someone, he quickly bowed and said, "I've seen Master."

"Come with me."

Sang Yi walked around the corner as he spoke, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Before Wen Song could ask anything in the future, he saw that the door had already opened, and what caught his eyes was Zhenjun Chongyao's clear face, but his face was a little dirty, and the Taoist robe was not very neat. They are all tattered and look quite undeveloped.

Sang Yi was not at all surprised by his appearance, and just asked in a normal way, "Is the furnace blowing up again?"

Chong Yao let out a "huh".

Wen Song was a little surprised when he heard this "um". He really didn't expect Chongyao Zhenjun with such a high attainment in alchemy to fry the furnace repeatedly.

Because the pill was not successfully refined, Chong Yao frowned very tightly, "What are you doing here?"

"Go in and talk."

Chong Yao leaned over and put the person in, "Sit aside first, I will clean up the medicine cauldron."

"it is good."

As soon as Wen Song stepped into the enchantment of the house, he smelled a strong medicinal fragrance and the spiritual power contained in it. His dantian trembled, and unconsciously absorbed the scattered spiritual power.

Yin Su walked to the table, poured spiritual tea for the three of them, and refilled another cup, leaving it for Chong Yao who hadn't come yet.

Seeing that Yin Su acted properly, Sang Yi was very satisfied with his disciple's Taoist companion.

Not long after, Chong Yao sat down beside Sang Yi, he took a sip of tea and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Sang Yi put the cup down and made a slight sound, "I heard that to reshape the dantian of a monk in the golden dan stage requires a thousand-year-old rhinoceros."

Chong Yao said "hmm", "Why are you bringing this up?"

Sang Yi reached out to him, "Give that to me."

Chong Yao looked at the white and soft palm in front of him, and looked away for a moment, "I told you that I must heal the warm and fuzzy dantian."

"I know," Sang Yi said slowly, "I will give the green rhinoceros to Xiao Jiu. If Wen Fu really wants to reshape his dantian, he can go to Xiao Jiu to apologize."

Wen Song stopped drinking tea when he heard Sang Yi's words. He stared blankly at Sang Yi, unable to react, "Master..."

Sang Yi smiled at him, then turned to look at Chong Yao, "Is this not okay?"

Chong Yao looked at the smile in the corner of his eyes, sighed softly, and took out the green rhinoceros from the ring, "The number of Wannian green rhinoceros in the cultivation world is no more than ten and seven or eight, but there is only one piece in the Yueling Gate. I'm sorry, let Xiaojiu return Qingxi to me."

Sang Yi took the cold emerald box and pushed it in front of Wen Song, "Take it!"

Looking at the green box in front of him, Wen Song suddenly understood the reason why Sang Yi called him over. Instead of touching the green box, he got up and bowed deeply to Sang Yi, "Thank you, Master."

Sang Yi used his spiritual power to lift him up, "It doesn't have to be like this, isn't it natural for Master to seek justice for his disciples?"

When Wen Song heard the words, a smile slowly formed on his lips, "But the disciple is still very grateful to Master."

Seeing that his clear eyes were full of sincerity, Sang Yi couldn't help but also smiled. He looked sideways at Chongyao and stopped smiling, "I'm bothering Chongyao Zhenjun today."

Chongyao saw that he was still smiling just now, but when he came to him, his face was expressionless, and he said displeasedly: "Since you know it's a nuisance, don't come here next time."

Sang Yi didn't answer, got up to bid him farewell.

Chong Yao didn't send it off.

When the person left, he couldn't help but think of the way Sang Yi stretched out his hand to ask him for Lingzhi just now. The natural closeness suddenly reminded him of the old Sang Yi. I couldn't adapt to the days away from home. At that time, the master closed his eyes after accepting his apprentices. He, a senior brother who was not a few years older than Sang Yi, could only take responsibility. It can be said that the two grew up clinging to each other. I am afraid that there is no one in the world. closer than them.

He also... couldn't really refuse him.

Chong Yao lightly tapped the rim of Yubai's cup with his finger, looking a little disappointed.

Wen Song held the emerald box, thinking of the fryer that his master had just mentioned, he still couldn't hold back his curiosity, "Master, can I ask a question?"

"Just ask!"

Wen Songdao: "What kind of panacea did Zhenjun Chongyao refine to fry the furnace?"

Sang Yi's eyes stopped on Yin Su for a moment, and then he quickly looked back, "You shouldn't know about this."

When Wen Song heard the words, the obedient one didn't ask any more questions.

However, Yin Su sensed the eyes on his body. He didn't think that the spirit pill refined by Zhenjun Chongyao had anything to do with him. If it had nothing to do with him, then...could it have something to do with his father.

Thinking of Yin Weizhi, Yin Su's footsteps froze for a moment.

After parting with Sang Yi, the two returned to the room arranged by the sect. After Yin Su closed the door, he put restrictions on the surroundings. He turned around and looked at Wen Song who was already sitting cross-legged on the couch, "But enough sleep?"

"Well," Wen Song put the emerald box away, and then opened his arms towards him, "Will Su Su return what I owe me?"

Yin Su naturally knew what Wen Song was talking about. With a smile on his lips, he walked over and hugged him tenderly, "Do you still want it now?"

Wen Song got into Yin Su's arms and raised his face, the meaning was self-evident.

Yin Su chuckled, and touched Wen Song's soft lips. He kissed very lightly, but also very delicately, gently tracing the shape of Wen Song's lips, not deeply, exchanging breaths like rubbing hands.

However, Wen Song liked this kind of kiss very much, with a kind of intimacy, which didn't make him nervous too much, but didn't seem alienated.

Gradually, a blush welled up on his face, and the water color from the corners of his eyes and brows concealed the Qinghua in his complexion, and there was more beauty that he never had before. He wrapped his arms around Yinsu's neck, and his eyes There seems to be a little confusion.

Yin Su felt his involvement, and the palms on his back tightened and tightened, as if to rub his whole body into her body.

The palm on the back of the waist was burning and hot, and Wen Song couldn't help but let out a "woo". Even though it was such a light kiss, it was really unbearable.

Yin Su noticed that his breath was a little messy, so he let go of him. He raised his hand to stroke Wen Song's water-colored eyes, and kissed gently on it.

Wen Song's slender eyelashes trembled slightly, as if frightened, and there were ripples in his eyes.

"Susu."

I don't know if his throat is too dry, but his voice is soft and hoarse.

Yin Su let out a "hmm", he moved his lips away from the corners of his eyes, and rested his chin lightly on his hair, "Is it still over now?"

Wen Song blushed when he heard his deep and magnetic voice.