Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

There was a smile on Wen Song's lips. Maybe he had lost too much blood, which made his brows more fragile, "Senior Brother Yu, when we found the Flower of Rebirth, did you transmit the sound to Senior Brother Jiang and the others?"

"Not yet."

Wen Song lowered his eyes when he heard this, "But I saw Brother Jiang at Yanjing Lake."

Yu Zi thought to himself, "When I suddenly realized?"

Wen Song nodded slightly, "After Senior Brother fell into an epiphany, the breath-holding talisman on his body gradually lost its effect, so that the monsters sensed our breath and rushed out of the lake to attack us. Insufficient strength, gradually unable to support."

"At this moment, Senior Brother Jiang suddenly flew out from the north of the lake. I thought it was Senior Brother who sent him a message, so I asked him for help. Another monster in the lake sneaked into the lake."

And his end is nothing more than no bones left.

After listening to his words, Yuzi's eyes dimmed, "I see."

"After returning to the sect, don't say that you have seen him."

There are countless monks who have fallen from Bikong Mountain, and Jiang Ling is not the first, nor will he be the last. He wants to take advantage of Wen Song's fight with monsters, and this alone is not worthy of sympathy.

"Well," Wen Song felt a little tired after talking for a while. He rubbed the corners of his eyes and said, "Senior brother Yu, when shall we go to Yanjing Lake to get the flowers of rebirth?"

"not going."

Wen Song whispered, "Why don't you go?"

Yu Zi warmed up and said: "The damage to the meridians is not a trivial matter, and it will leave hidden dangers. It is better to go back to the sect for treatment earlier."

Wen Song half-closed his eyes, and because of his tiredness, his eyes flickered with light. He yawned softly, and said softly, "Then... don't you want the flowers of the past life?"

Yu Zi replied with a "hmm", "Our team is not the only one who will take on the task. I will send a message to Yunqin and the others later to explain the situation to them. If they still want to pick the flowers of the past, I will send Ling Zhi tell them where they are."

"Well, I'll listen to senior brother," Wen Song slowly fell asleep with his jade-like voice on his pillow.

I don't know how long he slept for this sleep, and when he became conscious again, he only felt a little shaking all over his body.

Wen Song opened his eyes and found that he was being hugged by Yu Zihui, and the person who was holding him was moving quickly through the mountains. He pushed Yu Zihui's chest, "Senior Brother Yu, let me go!" Come down, I'll go by myself!"

After all, he was a big man, and it always felt weird to be hugged by another man in the arms of a princess.

Yuzi looked down at Wen Song, who was still pale in his arms, and rejected him in a principled way, "This place is still far away from the outside, you are injured, and using spiritual power will inevitably affect the injury, so let me hold you." Make it easier."

"Then senior brother, can you change your position?" It's okay when you are asleep, but once you become conscious, Wen Song feels uncomfortable with the two arms wrapped around his knees and shoulders.

Yu Zi looked back at his awkward appearance, a smile flashed across his eyes, "What position do you want to change, Junior Brother?"

Wen Song quickly put forward his opinion, "I think it's okay to carry..."

Yu Zihui satisfied him, and he transferred the person from his arms to his back, "Is that good?"

Wen Song felt the hands falling on the bend of the legs, and the breathing that could be intertwined when the two of them turned sideways, and felt that it was not very good, and it seemed that it was not much better than before after the change.

"Why didn't Junior Brother speak?"

Wen Song could only disagree: "It's... quite comfortable."

Yu Zi smiled back, "That's good."

Wen Song straightened his back at first, trying to keep a certain distance from him, but after less than half an hour, he couldn't hold on anymore, and hugged Yu Zihui's neck limply from exhaustion.

As soon as Wen Song stuck it up, he exhaled warm breath and sprinkled it behind Yu Zihui's ears, making his ear bones itchy, and he moved his ears a little uncomfortable.

Wen Song, who was lying on his back, saw this movement clearly, and he said in surprise: "Brother's ears moved."

As soon as he spoke, Yu Zihui's ears became more itchy, "It only moves occasionally."

Wen Song looked at the flickering ears in front of him, and couldn't resist the curiosity in his heart, "Can I touch senior brother's ears?"

He promised: "I won't touch it too much, just a touch will be fine."

Hearing Wen Song's earnest tone, Yu Zihui knew it was useless to refuse, "Touch it!"

After obtaining the master's consent, Wen Song immediately raised his little hand, and touched Yu Zihui's ear with a mentality of seeking knowledge, "Senior brother's ears are soft."

Yu Zihui felt that his touch took a long time, "But is it enough?"

"Enough is enough," Wen Song put down his hand, and said softly: "I heard people say that a man with soft ears also has soft ears, and he will listen to Taoist priests very much in the future."

Yu Zi raised his eyebrows lightly, "Where did you hear that?"

"Well," Wen Song rested his chin on one of his shoulders, and said in a daze, "Where is my mother?"

Yu Zi smiled back, "Your father must have listened to your mother very much."

"Well," Wen Song thought of the past, when his father always looked like he wanted to stick to his mother, and bent his lips.

When the two went back, because they didn't need to look for Ling Zhi, it was much faster than when they came.

Every five hours these days, Yu Zihui would give him a Fumai Pill to curb his injuries.

After returning to the sect, Yu Zihui immediately took him to see the real Huayan, "The disciple pays homage to the master."

Master Huayan looked at Wen Song behind his apprentice, and asked, "Why did you bring the disciple of Master Sang Yi here?"

Yu Zi pulled Wen Song forward, "When I was in Bikong Mountain, Junior Brother Wen was protecting my Dharma, and my meridians were damaged, so I want to ask Master to save Junior Brother Wen."

Although Master Huayan doesn't like Wen Song, but thinking that he was hurt for his apprentice, he can't ignore it, "The only one who practices medicine in the school is Master Yao, and I may introduce it to you, but Master Master I'm used to doing whatever I want, whether I'm willing to heal him or not, I don't know."

Yuzi clasped his hands back and said, "Master, please take care of me."

Immortal Huayan brought the two of them to Shenyue Peak of Zhenjun Chongyao, and the three of them were received by his disciple Fu Guang, "Master, please wait here for a while, Master is refining alchemy in the alchemy room right now." From Yuan Dan, the appointment will end in another hour."

"Ah."

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When Chongyao entered the palace, the first person who caught his eye was not the real Huayan, but the unremarkable Wen Song. There was no other reason. Wen Song had more than half of the credit for the beating he received.

"Why is Huayan here?"

Immortal Huayan stepped forward and told the whole story of Wen Song's injury, "This child is so sincere that he injured his meridians in order to save others. I don't know if Master is willing to treat him?"

Oh, it's up to him.

Chong Yao looked at Wen Song who was sitting there silently, and said with a half smile but not a smile: "Healing can be done, ask his master to come and beg me."