Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

What followed was a gust of wind and showers, and the rain washed away the endless blood, as if it wanted to wash away the sins in it.

For three consecutive days without a break.

At the end of Wen Song's alchemy, the sound of rain beating on the leaves came from his ears. He got up and walked to the entrance of the cave, looking at the trembling red leaves in the rain, his fingertips were also soaked in a little bit of coolness.

He looked at it for a while, then turned around and went back.

But when he turned around, he heard a familiar voice that could no longer be familiar, "Song Song."

Wen Song turned around and saw Yin Su in black clothes at a glance. He was standing in the rain, obviously not so clear, but Wen Song saw his bloodshot pupils and pale lips with no blood in them. .

He didn't have time to think about anything, and ran out stepping on the muddy ground. He didn't feel a little real until he was hugged in Yinsu's arms and smelled the bloody smell on his body that the rain couldn't hide.

Yin Su pushed aside the rain-wet hair on his forehead, then took his hand, and said in a gentle voice, "Let's go, let's go back."

Wen Song responded in a low voice, he looked up at Yin Su's soft side face, a tear slid down from the corner of his eye mixed with cold rain.

Yin Su squeezed his palm, his tone seemed helpless, "Why are you crying?"

Wen Song shook his head and said nothing. After he followed Yin Su into the cave, he said, "You are injured."

Yin Su looked at the water in his eyes, raised his sleeves to wipe him, and said in relief: "The injury is not serious, and you have given a lot of elixirs, so it is almost healed."

Wen Song seldom cried now. He was buried in Yin Su's arms, and all the tears fell on his shoulders. He just choked, but couldn't say a word.

Although the time of separation was not long, the last few days were really tormenting. Too many monks died on the battlefield every day. When he was in the sect, he didn't even dare to touch Lingxi Yin, for fear of distracting Yin Su's mind.

Sensing the ups and downs in Wen Song's heart, Yin Su patted his drenched back lightly, comforting him silently.

After a long time, Wen Song's mood calmed down. He didn't get off Yin Su's body, but turned into a little fox and climbed onto him, with his tail curled around his neck.

The fur of the little fox who had just been exposed to the rain was still very wet. He had performed the cleansing technique on the two of them, so he lay on his shoulder with peace of mind.

Yin Su stroked the tip of his tail, and then walked to the innermost stone room, he hugged the little fox from his shoulders, "I wanted to take you to find the blood of the polar ice fox after the retreat, no Thinking of so many things that happened in the middle, how about we leave the sect after my father passes the test on my cultivation?"

Mao Tuanzi rested his claws on his wrist, probed into the spiritual power, and shook his head after a while, "Your body is not strong enough now, you need to cultivate for a while."

Yin Su looked at the serious expression on Wen Song's fox face, and couldn't help but smile. He held the snow-white little fox in his hands, rubbed his soft ear tips, and said obediently: "Okay, everything is fine." Listen to the praises."

Wen Song's rubbed body trembled, and instantly softened on Yin Su's palm. He slapped Yin Su's wrist with the tip of his tail, telling him to stop pinching.

Of course Yin Su didn't listen to him, he not only pinched the little fox's ears, but also rubbed the fur of his whole body, and finally he lay down on his belly and laughed sullenly.

At this moment, the scenes filled with blood and slaughter were replaced by the hairy balls in front of him.

Wen Song listened to Yin Su's low smile, and retracted the claws that were about to kick out.

The two of you talked endlessly, the shadows of one person and one fox intertwined on the ground, indescribably lingering.

The heavy rain continued for seven or eight days, and as soon as the sun cleared, Yinsu went to find Yin Weizhi. His current cultivation level was close to Nascent Soul due to his breakthrough before the battle, and he could advance to the next level just waiting for an opportunity.

The two stand at the two ends of the Xingdoutai. When holding the sword, one is as cold as the moon breaks the cold, and the other is closer to the indifferentness of the best kindness.

Yin Su drew his sword first, and he raised his hand to draw a sword light. In an instant, the smoke under the blue sky turned into an ancient barrenness.

Yin Weizhi stared at the sword intent and closed his eyes. It seemed like a long time passed, but it seemed that it was just a moment. He understood the sword intent that Yin Su realized: nothingness.

He didn't pull out Sigui, but used his finger as a sword, and drew a sword from a distance. This sword's meaning encompasses everything, including stars, plain moons, and gurgling springs...

For it's clear light, for its water color, for its subtlety, for its inconspicuousness, compared to the domineering way of nihilism and emptiness, such a way of being invisible seems to be inferior, but everything has a restraint, it seems trivial The Tao can contain the heaven and the earth.

Yin Weizhi did not suppress Yin Su's Tao, he just let his own Tao grow naturally.

After half an hour.

"The disciple lost." Yin Su bowed with his sword in hand.

"Your way is more complete," Yin Wei said with pride. This is his only heir. How can he not be proud when he has grown to this point? There are not many, but there are two ancestors' letters in the Sutra Pavilion, if you are interested, you can rub them out and have a look."

"Thank you for the reminder, father," Yin Su bowed his head in response, "After today, I want to leave the sect, so this time I will also tell my father."

Yin Weizhi was a little displeased when he heard the words, "Ah Su has been back for less than ten days, why is he leaving?"

Yin Su replied: "Songsong's ice fox blood is not yet mature, so it's always inconvenient to drag on like this."

Yin Weizhi heard him mention the blood of the extreme ice fox, and he thought for a while, "The blood of the monster race can purify the blood of the monks. Except for the secret realm of the monster race, there are almost no other places, and there are still monsters left today. The clan secret realm should not have been opened recently."

"Does father have any clues?" Yin Su asked earnestly.

Yin Weizhi slightly nodded, "In addition to the blood essence accumulated under the Fengdu cliff a few years ago, in this world, you have the power of alchemy. If you take Wen Song to Yunshuijian or Ciyoucheng, you will definitely gain something. .”

Yin Su's eyebrows stretched, "Thank you, father."

Yin Weizhi waved him away.

After Yin Su walked away, Yin Weizhi leaned against the railing of Xingdou Terrace, showing a little tired look.

The impact of the First Battle of Zhengma is too great. The dead monks and ordinary people are close to [-] out of [-] of the entire continent. In the future, the Golden Scale Continent will inevitably be in a state of low-level monks for a long time, and even more than that , if the high-level monks soared, but the low-level monks failed to catch up, the Golden Scale Continent would decline further and further.

Thinking of the fate of Jinlin Continent in the future, Yin Weizhi couldn't help sighing, the cause and effect cycle in the world, the effect here is caused by the Nine Yi Sect, so naturally it should be borne by the Nine Yi Sect.

The next day, Yin Su and Wen Song left Jiuyi Sect and headed towards Ciyou City.

Yin Su sat cross-legged on the flying boat, concentrating on burning the array disk, Wen Song pillowed on Yin Su's lap, looked up at the geese scattered by the wind, and squinted his eyes.

Three hours later, Yin Su stopped. He patted Wen Song who was asleep, and woke him up, "Why are you so lazy today?"

Wen Song rubbed his lower abdomen, "Cultivation also pays attention to relaxation."

Seeing that he was blatantly thinking about being lazy, Yin Su tapped his forehead, "So is it enough rest now?"

Wen Song put his head in his arms, "Not enough."

Yin Su twirled his earlobe, but did not force him.

Three days later, the two arrived in Ciyou City.

When they entered Ciyou City this time, the streets were completely devoid of the bustling atmosphere of the past, and they could only see a stall after a long distance.

Yin Su was extremely sensitive to these perceptions. He recalled the scene where the city was piled with bones, and his eyes were condensed into the embers of the fire. "Were you present when the Lord of the Demon Realm was beheaded?"

Wen Song was recalled not long ago by Yin Su's sudden question. The woman was dressed in a burning red dress, lying on the ground with blank eyes.

"Well," he looked at the empty street and vaguely understood why Yin Su asked him this question. He lowered his eyes and remained silent for a while, not knowing what to say.

That woman is really hateful, maybe she was pitiful at first, but when she couldn't take revenge on those who hurt her, and filled her heart full of holes with a group of innocent people, there was nothing but hate.

"Let's go to the City Lord's Mansion." Yin Su didn't talk more in the end.

Wen Song responded.