Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

He looked at the gentle eyes of the other party, raised his index finger slightly, and touched the ring on the middle finger of his right hand, "If I want the Medicine King Token in your hand, what should you do?"

Ji She's eyes turned cold, and the spring breeze in March suddenly turned into a thin autumn frost, "We risk our lives to fight."

Wen Song looked at him, and his black pupils were full of fine skylight like ink, "Is it like facing the person who came to chase you that day?"

"Yes," Ji She's pupils were extremely pale, and when his face turned cold, there was a careless indifference.

"That's good," just as Wen Song finished speaking, a soft light shone from around Ji She, trapping him in it, and then attacked like a torrential rain on strings, without giving him a chance to resist.

Wen Song took out the Bright Mind Mirror, and as soon as his thoughts moved, Ji She's spiritual consciousness involved in it was destroyed, causing his sea of ​​consciousness to oscillate endlessly in an instant, and coupled with the uninterrupted attacks, Ji She was quickly defeated.

Wen Song waited for him to be unable to move, stepped forward, and took out the medicine king's order from Najie.

He didn't have any bad feelings towards Ji Sheyuan, but during yesterday's battle, he sensed Ji She's killing intent towards him. Although the killing intent was very weak, monks are already sensitive to changes in breath, let alone targeting themselves. Yes, so he showed no mercy to Ji She.

After Wen Song obtained the Medicine King Order, he turned and walked towards Lin Qi and the others, "Let's go!"

Lin Qi nodded, "Yes".

After leaving and returning to Mount Meng, Wen Song took out the jade jue and put it on the jade table, "How should I distribute this medicine king order?"

Duan He smiled, "Just discuss it with Xiaoqi."

Wen Song looked at him with doubts in his eyes.

Duan He didn't hide it either: "Junior Brother Tao and I are the ones chosen by the sect to be the masters."

Wen Song thought of what Zhenjun Chongyao had told him, and felt sour in silence. He turned to look at Lin Qi, and asked him what he thought.

"Let's decide by alchemy," Lin Qi suggested, "The Medicine King's Token should have been obtained by someone with a higher level of alchemy, and it just happened to meet our agreement when we returned to Mengshan."

Wen Song heard the words and responded with a smile, "Okay."

After discussing it well, the two brought their respective medicine cauldrons to a wider place.

The matter of the ruling is in charge of Tao Wanqiu and Duan He.

The elixir they refined was Guiyuan elixir. This elixir can replenish the essence and restore the foundation. It was originally an extremely difficult elixir to refine. It was used in the competition between the two, and it was easy to judge the outcome.

Two hours later, Wen Song Chengdan, eight Chengdans, seven high-grade ones, and one middle-grade one.

Another quarter of an hour passed, and Lin Qi also became a pill, with eight pills, six high-grade pills, and two middle-grade pills.

Seeing this result, Lin Qi was not unwilling. He took the jade ring from Duan He's hand and handed it to Wen Song with his own hands, "I lost."

Wen Song took it, and his hands were warm and cool.

He rubbed his thumb against Yu Jue, and smiled at Lin Qi after a while, "Thank you, Xiao Qi."

"To tell you this, it's as if I let you in on purpose," Lin Qi pressed her brows lightly, her beautiful eyes were a little unhappy.

"Well," Wen Song's eyes were sly, and he put it another way, "Well, it's because you are inferior to others."

Lin Qi stretched out her hand angrily and strangled his neck, "I will definitely beat you next time."

"I'll wait." Wen Song was so strangled that he had to tilt his head back, he patted the back of Lin Qi's hand, "let go first."

Seeing that he was uncomfortable, Lin Qi relaxed a little bit, but her mouth was still very hard, "I won't let go."

Wen Song felt the lightened force, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes. Floating clouds were reflected in his eyes, blown by the wind, rolling and relaxing...

Next, the four of them went to Yuan Ge again and took out another Medicine King Token. This time it was no easier than going back to Mount Meng. They were a little tired after running around for a month.

Wen Song sat on Feizhou's stool, propping his temples with one hand, his crow-black eyelashes were half drooping, casting a fan-shaped shadow under his eyelids, and he was about to fall asleep.

Duan He knocked on the table, "There is still one month before the opening of the Yaowang Ruins, and we are going to select our own people who belong to the order. What do you think?"

Tao Wanqiu took a sip of spiritual tea, and said, "Why don't you go to Ciyoucheng, where there are disciples from various sects and casual cultivators gathering, and there are many monks with extremely high fighting power."

Duan He frowned, "But we are not familiar with them..."

Tao Wanqiu said: "The person who holds the master's order is bound by the person who is under the order in Yaowang Market."

Duan He shook his head, "Restraint can only ensure that the person under the order cannot harm the person holding the order, and it cannot make them protect us with all their strength."

Just as they were talking, the barrier outside the flying boat was moved. The movement was very slight, and it seemed that it was just for the owner to notice.

Duan He stood up, "I'll go out and have a look."

Wen Song and the others followed.

Outside the flying boat, a man in white with wide sleeves stood on a flying sword with a cold light. His expression was dull and his temperament was cold, like a cold moon engulfing Wujiang River. The little balls of hair that are worn are soft, and it doesn't seem to be commensurate with the same person or the same sword.

Seeing the man standing on the sword, Wen Song's heart skipped a beat, making him freeze in place, but after he was stunned, he was completely happy, just like meeting Yun Ni in a severe drought.

Yin Su looked down at Wen Song, his brows and eyes softened in an instant, and all he could see was one person. He moved forward with his sword, and Lin Qi opened the barrier with great eyesight.

Yin Sugui put his sword into its sheath, and walked towards Wen Song at a slightly faster pace. He held Wen Song's hand and greeted several people briefly.

Wen Song felt the warmth of Yin Su's hand, and the corners of his lips evoked a smile unconsciously, and even the corners of his eyes and brows became lively.

The few people had no objection to Yin Su's arrival. After exchanging pleasantries, Fu returned to the cabin and continued to discuss the candidates for the order.

Yin Su sat next to Wen Song and didn't talk much, but he caught Wen Song's finger under the table and played with it carefully.

Wen Song's eyes drooped slightly, and his fingertip hooked Yin Su's little finger.

Yin Su didn't move at this action.

The other people at the table didn't notice their small movements. After discussing, they decided to go to Ciyou City.

Wen Song took Yin Su to his room.

As soon as he entered, Wen Song hugged Yin Su, "Su Su, when did you leave the customs?"

Yin Su hugged him back, "It was the second day after you left the sect."

Wen Song glared at him, and said fiercely: "Then why don't you come to me?"

Yin Su looked at his staring eyes and thought it was so cute. He couldn't help but bowed his head and kissed him. He explained in a low voice: "I was going, but my father sent me the message, so I went back to Jiuzhou first." Yi Zong went there, and then went to Ciyou City because of the Yaowang Ling, and found some clues, but I heard what you discussed just now, so I guess it won't be useful."

Wen Song was buried in Yinsu's neck, listening to his voice as mellow as sake, his breath was full of his breath, his heart softened little by little, he hugged Yinsu's neck tightly, He whispered in his ear: "I want to sleep overnight."

Dependence is mixed with nostalgia, and even more hot affection fell on Yin Su's heart. He patted Wen Song's back lightly, and his tone was as gentle as coaxing a child, "I miss you too."

Wen Song grabbed Yin Su's ear and exposed his lie, "You won't miss me when you're in retreat."

Yin Su didn't hide, and let him pull his ears, but he still didn't forget to argue for himself in the interval, "After I left the customs, I thought about it every day."

Wen Song did the math, but still felt it was unfair, "But I missed you for two years and one month, and you only thought about me for one month, but I still miss you more."

There was a chuckle in Yin Su's throat, as if Xu Feng had brushed over the strings of the zither, picking out the tune of Qingjiao, "You count this with me, are you not going to retreat in the future?"

Wen Song couldn't say no to him, so he acted like a fool: "I am your Taoist companion, and what I said is right."

Yin Su couldn't help smiling, "Okay, Song Song is right."

He led him to the bed and sat down, asking, "Where have all these days gone?"

Wen Song leaned in his arms like a boneless one, and told about his experience of going back to Mengshan and Yuange to find Yaowangling.

After Yin Su finished listening, there was no change on his face, he just said: "The Ji She you mentioned, if he goes out and returns to Mengshan, he will definitely be in trouble in the future."

Even the savior can be murderous, Yin Su doesn't think this kind of person will have no resentment towards the person who robbed him of his treasure.

"Since it's here, it's safe." Wen Song's eyes did not produce any waves, "I will never obediently wait to be bullied."

The two mentioned this matter, so they stopped talking and started talking about other things...

Yinsu asked Wen Song to take out the Yaowangling and imprint his consciousness on the simple-looking jade ring, "There are five subordinates of the Yaowangling, and I will occupy one of them. I don't recommend resigning from the rest Youcheng chooses, firstly, there is no trust, secondly, there is no tacit understanding, and it is all supported by interests and weak constraints, such a relationship is destined to be unstable."

After thinking about it, Wen Song said: "I can transmit the voice to my senior brother, but there are still three people left."

"There are also Qi Mu and Rong Xian," Yin Su continued: "After Sang Yi Zhenjun told me that you wanted to enter the Yaowang Market, I contacted them, and they will come in half a month. The missions of the sect are announced in the Nine Yi Sect, and the sword cultivators have a strong and indomitable heart and will not do dirty things."

Listening to Yin Su's arrangement, Wen Song raised his head and pouted on his chin, "Then I'll go and explain the pros and cons to Fellow Daoist Duan, and then decide whether to go to Ciyoucheng or not."

Yin Su touched the place where Wen Song pecked, and a smile appeared on his face, "Go!"

Wen Song got up from Yin Su, and ran out in a gust of wind. He sent voice transmission one by one, called out several people, and held a small meeting again...