After the two went to the city lord's mansion, they explained their intentions to Qi Yan and were willing to exchange Longchi grass.

If it is precious, a drop of the blood essence of the polar ice fox is not as good as Longchi grass, and the blood essence in Qi Yan's hand is not very useful now, so he gave it to Wen Song.

Next is Cloud and Water...

Because of Wen Song's friendship with Lin Qi and the others, and Yun Chen's friendship with Yin Weizhi, the process of exchanging blood essence was relatively smooth.

After getting the blood essence, Wen Song returned to the Yueling Gate and began to concentrate on refining the blood essence in the cave, while Yin Su was protecting him.

Wen Song was surrounded by three drops of blood essence. Not long after, the first drop of blood essence was taken into his heart. With the fusion of blood essence and himself, his roots and talents quietly changed.

Three months have passed, and the first drop of blood essence has been refined...

Next came the second drop and the third drop. During this period, not only his bones changed, but also his appearance. His original appearance was already good-looking enough, but after he became an adult, his appearance became even more beautiful. The round almond eyes slightly elongated, There is affection in the flow of water, and the red lips are lightly opened, as if the flower buds that have not been spit out, bring a lingering lingering.

Before Wen Song had a good look at his appearance, there was a rumbling thunder in his ears, and suddenly, a bad premonition arose in his heart.

Seeing him in a daze, Yin Su stretched out his hand to pull him up from the ground, "Three drops of blood essence contain too much energy, and directly piled your cultivation base into the golden core, and the one outside is your promotion tribulation thunder, let's go out first. "

Yin Su's words were heard by Wen Song's ears, and it was directly translated into "Go out and be struck by lightning". He heard the thunder that did not fall outside, his lips trembled, "Su Su."

Yin Su knew that Wen Song was afraid of pain, but "Jie Lei can temper the monk's meridians and repair the hidden wounds in the body, and it will benefit you without any harm."

Wen Song found it even more difficult after hearing it. He knew that Yin Su was right, but standing under the gradually darkening sky, looking at the flickering thunder in the sky, there was still water in his eyes, "I..." I was still afraid.

Before he could finish his sentence, the bluish thunder light suddenly descended, entering from his heavenly spirit, continuously widening his meridians.

The tears in Wen Song's eyes fell instantly, not because he was hypocritical, but because the pain was so painful that he just wanted to pass out, but it was because of the pain that he couldn't pass out.

Wen Song cried for as long as the thunder struck. After the thunder disaster passed, the corners of his eyes were flushed, like the peach petals on the branches of March that had been hit by rain, with a bright color.

In the end, it was Yin Su who picked him up. I don't know if it was because Lei Jie was too sensitive. After he touched Wen Song's skin, Wen Song's body trembled unconsciously, as if the pain was severe, a little bit of stimulation Can't stand it.

Very pitiful.

Seeing him like this, Yin Su's hand holding Wen Song's back became heavier, leaving a red mark. He carried him back to the cave, and put him on the stone bed covered with soft animal skins. The aftertaste left by Lei has strengthened his cultivation."

Wen Song was twitching, choking so hard, he cried and said, "I... I know."

Seeing him crying so badly, Yin Su wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know what to say, so he could only pat him on the back to comfort him.

After Wen Song recovered, he sat down with a bitter face to draw the spiritual power. At first he was not used to it, but the more he practiced, the more he could feel how fast he was absorbing the spiritual power. When it is time, it is more handy, as if he was born to be psychedelic.

Wen Song had a vague guess in his mind. This is probably because the innate supernatural power of Jiyu Binghu gradually merged with himself. The almost instinctive talent made his understanding of illusion more profound.

He didn't waste this opportunity, and his mood became more and more stable during the cultivation. After five months, his cultivation base was completely stabilized at the Golden Core.

After Wen Song opened his eyes, he didn't see Yin Su's figure in the cave. He walked out of the cave and found that the green smoke that caught his eyes had turned into a sword flat. , thrusting, horizontal, and chopping, the posture is as correct as a swimming dragon.

After Wen Song broke through, he felt itchy for a moment. When he saw Yin Su practicing sword, he shot out the red silk from his body, and the red silk was layered on top of each other.

Yin Su's mind is firm and he won't fall into illusion. After he knew who was behind him, he turned around and swept across.

Wen Song hastily raised his hand to level the red silk with the sword body. He let go of the red silk and formed seals with both hands, trying to trap Yin Su in it.

Yin Su didn't wait for Wen Song to move, he raised the point of his sword, and then pulled it back, the sword was instantly entangled with Hong Ling.

Seeing this, Wen Song pinched his fingertips, and one person separated seven phantoms, standing in all directions with them, and the eight people changed their shapes and shadows, false and real, and attacked Yinsu at the same time.

Yin Su finely pointed towards the direction of the surge of aura in the air, and after a while swung his sword at one of the shadows, and didn't stop until the tip of the sword reached Wen Song's neck.

Wen Song was stopped by a little cold light in front of him. He pulled his brows back and retracted the phantom, puzzled: "This is an illusion derived from my kung fu. How did Su Su break through it?"

Yin Su withdrew his sword and reminded: "The direction of the surging spiritual energy."

Wen Song was stunned upon hearing this.

After Wen Song came back to his senses, Yin Su asked him, "Are you still coming?"

Wen Song nodded.

Five hours later, Wen Song lay exhausted on the Jianping, with fine sweat dripping from the tip of his nose, and panting from his red lips.

The night was approaching, and the thin breath was extraordinarily clear in the silent night.

Yin Su was lying beside him, licking his sweat-drenched hair, the dim moonlight fell on Wen Song's meandering face, mixed with warm and fine breath, it reminded people for no reason Yan Yan's love flower, by accident, he leaned close to Wen Song's ear, with a coaxing voice, "I remember you once said that you want to double cultivate with me when you grow up, how about tonight?"

Wen Song was stunned for a moment, and a little enthusiasm came to his face unconsciously. He looked at Yin Su's star-like eyes, moved his lips, and replied "um".

His voice was too soft, and when the wind sent it to Yinsu's ear, there was only a little whisper left.

Hearing Wen Song's response, Yin Su's dark eyes were half-bent, and he smiled. He got up and pulled him up, and went back to the cave side by side.

The cave is small, and the fire cloud beads embedded around it glow a faint dark red, enveloping the entire cave.

Wen Song sat on the stone bed, looking up at Yin Su who had a gentle face, his heart jumped up suddenly, and there was a sound, as if it was ringing in his ears.

Yin Su pinched his slender neck, slipped to his Adam's apple during his movements, he stopped there and twisted lightly, his fingers with calluses on the delicate skin, asked Wen Song to take a tight breath, he held Yin Su's hand , let him stop making fun of himself.

Yin Su seemed to chuckle, leaned over and slowly pressed his lips to his eyes, profile, corners of his lips, and finally rubbed his lips gently.

Wen Song let out a low gasp, his eyes filled with spring water, blurred and in a trance, taking advantage of this gap, Yin Su inserted his lips and tongue that had been lingering outside, and caught the bright red tip of the person under him, the two of them The original capital is young, but in this entanglement of lips and teeth, it is interesting.

At some point, Wen Song folded his hands on the back of Yin Su's neck, and Yin Su pulled out the jade hairpin from his hair and threw it aside. His jet-black hair was scattered on his shoulders, hanging down softly like a crabapple flower. With that smile, Pretty but also demon.

Looking at this lively and fragrant picture, Yin Su's breath sank. He loosened his belt and locked Wen Song's slender and soft waist tightly with his palms.

Only when he really held it did Yin Su realize how slender this waist is, like a willow branch, and when the wind blows, it makes this waist sway.

Wen Song's upper body is lying on the black animal skin, his skin is more plump and whiter, his feet are in the clothes he just took off, and there are more wrinkles in his movements...

Yin Su turned Wen Song's body over, put his chest against his back, then held his waist with one hand, and covered it with the other hand. After a while of gentle thinking, Wen Song finally felt the pain, He frowned, his back arched into a jade string, and his toes were tense, making the clothes on the ground more messy.

"Susu..."

Yin Su comforted him with a soft kiss on his neck, his voice was clearly hoarse, "Don't be afraid."

A drop of tears fell from the corner of Wen Song's eyes, mixed with the fine sweat from his neck, and rolled down from his flushed skin. He shook his head, not knowing whether it was rejection or what.

Yin Su lay on Wen Song's back, rubbing his fingers against his lower back, feeling the slight tremors from him, interlocking his fingers.

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