Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

After hearing Wen Song's words, Tao Wanqiu was shaken in his heart, but he didn't change his mind, "Your Taoist Wen's words are indeed reasonable, but I still think Ciyou City is more suitable for us, because the one I want to choose is not willing to die for us. people, but people who will not betray but can do their best."

"A monk shouldn't have completely entrusted his life to others."

After listening to his words, Wen Song understood his decision in his heart. He picked up the teacup and said with a smile, "Then I wish you a smooth trip."

Tao Wanqiu nodded slightly, and took a sip of spiritual tea.

Because the destinations of several people were different, they separated the next day.

Wen Song looked at the flying boat that was gradually going away, feeling a little melancholy in his heart.

Parting with friends is always sad...

Yin Su, who was behind him, sensed his depressed mood, and stretched out his hand to hold him in his arms, "Reluctance?"

"Well," Wen Song leaned on Yin Su's chest, listening to the strong heartbeat in his chest, his mood gradually calmed down, "This month, I have fought side by side with Xiao Qi and the others, and slowly got used to it from the original unfamiliarity. We have a tacit understanding, very... happy."

There was a smile on Yin Su's eyebrows, and he was also happy that he had friends to accompany him, but he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. He knew that this came from his desire for monopoly. His world was too small, so small that only Wen Song Unlike him, no one else can come in, but Wen Song is different. He has seniors and friends, they will practice together, and they will chat and laugh...

It's just that this desire for monopoly is mixed with pride and loss, proud of Wen Song's growth, but also lost in his growth without his company.

The emotions were complicated but not strong, and Yin Su's arms around Wen Song tightened.

Sensing the strength on his shoulder, Wen Song held his hand, his voice was a little soft, like syrup, and it melted in his mouth, "It hurts a bit."

Yin Su relaxed his strength, "Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Wen Song's eyes were slightly curved, and the drooping arc was a little soft.

There are solitary clouds in the corner of the sky, and one or two birds fly by from time to time. The two talked about what they heard and missed when they didn't see each other, and their hearts were at ease.

Five days later, the two returned to Jiuyi Sect.

Yin Su summoned Taoist boy from Wenwen Peak, and asked, "Is Brother Xiang from Yuelingmen here?"

Dao Tong bowed back and said, "I arrived two days ago. Since he is Senior Brother Yin's guest, the steward arranged for him to go to the main peak."

"Okay, I see, let's go!"

"Yes."

Then the two went to meet Xiang Shen, and after a while, Yin Su took Wen Song to Xingdou Terrace, "It's less than a month since we entered the Yaowang Market. Although I protect you, the world is so unpredictable. No one knows what is going on in the secret realm, so in the remaining time, I will teach you well."

Wen Song looked at the man with soft eyes opposite him, and couldn't help thinking of the time before Feng Wenhui, when he was beaten by Yin Su all day long, it took him only three days to peel off his skin, let alone nearly a month.

Just thinking about it, Wen Song felt his eyes darken. He thought that they hadn't seen each other for two years, and the two would have a good talk during this time.

Reality taught him to be a man.

"Susu..."

He looked over pitifully, hoping to arouse some of his conscience.

Yin Su mentioned the way of the sword: "Hurry up and fight, don't waste time."

Wen Song could only call out Hong Ling weeping.

At the beginning, Yin Su only used [-]% of his strength to find out his strength.

But [-]% strength is enough for Wen Song to deal with. After all, the gap of a big realm is no different from the natural moat.

The cold light of the sword body reflected the cold sky, and it went away quietly. Yin Su suppressed his strength, but the sword intent was pure.

Wen Song used the red silk as a banner, weaving illusions while trying to break through the sword intent.

The foundation of illusion is nothingness, and the true meaning of the sword that Yin Su realized is also nothingness. The two are blended together, and it only depends on who has a deeper understanding of it.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Wen Song's red silk was torn, and there was a sword mark on his chest. He covered his chest, his brows were slightly frowned, and water was in his clear eyes.

Seeing that he was injured, Yin Su felt a little distressed. He walked over and painted his wound, "Do you know where you lost?"

"The time for me to form illusions is too slow," Wen Song said with his head down. "It's just that the formation of illusions needs to be superimposed by the method. For the time being, I can't do it like Master, raising my hand to transform mountains and seas."

Yin Su pondered carefully, and said after a while: "Your shortcoming is not only slowness, but also unreality. Illusions are like water bubbles, which will shatter when poked, and cannot make people feel deeply. This is one, and the other is yours. Speed, in my eyes, when you weave illusions, I can already break your hands."

"If the illusion must be superimposed, then Sang Yi Zhenjun will never be able to change in a blink of an eye. The Dao is three thousand, but the way you and I practice is similar. After that, I will continue to attack you with nothingness. It won't stop at the moment, you should understand it well."

Wen Song knew that Yin Su was doing it for his own good, so he nodded after a moment of silence, "Okay."

Afterwards, Yin Su really showed no mercy. When the sword passed, the moon broke and the stars shattered, the sky and sword light suddenly became empty, leaving only chaos.

Wen Song was in this ambiguity, he didn't know the sun rises and the moon sets, he didn't know the spring, autumn, winter and summer, he seemed to have become confused.

In the blink of a thousand years, in a blink of a thousand years, Wen Song suddenly felt that he was really trapped, trapped in the chaos of unknown boundaries.

Sensing Wen Song's weakening vitality, Yin Su gradually burst out the light blue lines on the back of his hand. Once Wen Song couldn't bear it, he immediately broke the sword intent.

He knew exactly what he was doing, and he was forcing Wen Song to break through.

It's not that I don't feel distressed, it's just that after knowing that Yaowangxu has appeared in the world ahead of schedule, there is always a sense of imminent crisis in my heart, just like the moment before the storm is about to come.

Yin Su didn't doubt his hunch, so he wanted Wen Song to be more protected, and if he couldn't be broken, he couldn't break through, he would protect him a little more.

Wen Song doesn't know Yin Su's thoughts, he is immersed in it, without struggling, there is nothing here, but there is everything, there are no mountains, rivers, sun and moon, then he creates mountains, rivers, sun and moon, there is no vegetation, flowers and birds, then he creates vegetation, flowers and birds Come, but in the end, these things are still lifeless.

Everything has animism, how can there be no vitality?

Because the people and things created by his men are all dead things, and dead things are lifeless.

Without vitality, how can it attract people to truly integrate into it?

Wen Song's fingers unconsciously pinched the tactic, and a person was transformed into a person. He carefully traced his eyebrows, eyes, thin lips, and his soft outline in the sea of ​​consciousness. Finally, it was his appearance when he held the sword. The coldness, the gentleness when looking at him, as soon as he thought about it, the person he conjured up has a god.

God—is the life force of “man”.

Wen Song continued to conjure up people and things, and gradually, this nothingness dissipated.

At the same time, the breath on his body suddenly flourished.

Yin Su looked at Wen Song whose brows and eyes were gradually stretched, and put his sword back into its sheath, with a smile in his eyes.

The nothingness sword intent is not like the life and death sword intent that can damage the meridians, so Yin Su set up a spirit gathering array to protect him after he turned around.

Half an hour later, the aura surged around Wen Song, rushing into his dantian like a roar.

Wen Song is no stranger to breakthroughs now, so after the aura is poured into the meridians, he is familiar with mobilizing the aura to hit the next level.

Three days later, he successfully broke through, and his cultivation level went from the seventh floor to the eighth floor, and because the foundation has been solidified in the past three years, he has not left any hidden dangers despite his accumulation.

After Wen Song woke up, he jumped on Yin Su's body, "Su Su, I broke through."

Yin Su looked at the fluttering in his eyebrows and the joy in his voice, and then smiled. He held Wen Song's buttocks, and followed his words to boast, "You are now thirty and five, and you can cultivate so far Many people who have crossed the realm of comprehension."

"Su Su is stronger than me, the most powerful," Wen Song saw Yin Su praised him so much, and complimented him politely. After the compliment, he couldn't help holding his face again, and kissed him unreservedly Dear, "I'm so happy!"

"I'm happy too," Yin Su touched Wen Song's soft lips lightly, and said, "Since we have broken through, let's consolidate our cultivation later."

Wen Song pressed against his forehead, rubbed against it, and begged softly, "Can't you take a break?"

"Yes," Yin Su's heart softened after being rubbed, he led Wen Song down from the Xingdou platform, sat cross-legged on the ground, and then took out the spiritual fruit from the ring, "This is the spiritual baby fruit, sweet and delicious, with strong spiritual power, It can warm and nourish the meridians, it is suitable for eating after breaking through, you have a taste."

Wen Song looked at the spiritual fruit in front of him, and habitually turned it into its original form. He jumped on Yin Su's body, hugged the spiritual fruit from his hand into his arms with two claws, and ate it in one bite. Little half.

Crisp and sweet, after the juice slides down the throat, a burst of warmth and numbness emerges from the meridians, which is not uncomfortable, but it makes the fox a little unsteady.

After the little fox finished eating two bites, he fell limply into Yinsu's arms and collapsed into a fox cake. He blinked a pair of smart eyes and asked, "Susu, have you eaten this spiritual fruit? "

Yin Su put his hand on the little fox's back and smoothed his fur skillfully, "I don't like these sweet things."

The little fox kicked his hand with its paw, "Eat one."

Yin Su never refused Wen Song's request very much. Hearing what he said, he took one to eat.

With well-articulated fingers, he picked up a spiritual fruit with light blue peel and put it in his mouth, with a natural laziness in his actions.

After he ate it, he looked down and found that the little fox was looking straight at him.

Yin Su pinched Mao Tuanzi's wet nose, "Look at what I'm doing?"

Wen Song licked his fingers, "Don't Susu feel weak?"

"Some." Yin Su felt a little itchy from being licked. He withdrew his hand and flicked the little fox's forehead to tell him not to lick. "It should be that the meridians are absorbing the medicinal power of the spiritual fruit."

His strength is not heavy, and naturally it won't hurt too much, but the little fox is a vengeful one. After he recovered, he jumped up and grabbed Yin Su, and at the same time licked his face all over, making him smeared. Saliva all over the face.