Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

It's night, the wind leaves the corridor, the tile cover is frosty.

Yaoyao Chenxing falls from the sky and hangs under the Yunchen Palace.

"Ugly thing, come outside."

The mellow and soft voice that belongs exclusively to Yinsu rises in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Wen Song glanced at the night outside the window and said, "Now?"

"Ah."

Out of trust in Yin Su, Wen Song did not object to this unreasonable request. He glanced at Xiang Shen who was meditating, and tiptoed off the bed.

Just as he was about to leave the room, Xiang Shen opened his eyes and stopped him, "Where are you going, little brother?"

After being discovered, Wen Song had no choice but to stop, turned around and said honestly: "Friend Yin told me to go out and find him."

"Called you out in the middle of the night?"

Wen Song nodded, not feeling anything wrong.

Xiang Shen asked again: "Is that friend of yours a male cultivator or a female cultivator?"

"Male repair."

Since it's not a female cultivator, then it's not going out for a tryst. Xiang Shen was relieved, "Remember to bring the uploading amulet with you when you go out, and send me a message if you have anything."

"Okay, I remember."

Xiang Shen waved his hand and let him go.

Wen Song came out of the Yunchen Palace, but he didn't see Yinsu, but he saw a phoenix silk suspended in the air. He tentatively touched the golden thread, and the clinker was entangled by the magic weapon as soon as it touched it. Hold the wrist.

Knowing that it was Yin Su's magic weapon, Wen Song didn't resist and let Feng Lingsi drag him away.

Two quarters of an hour later, he was dragged to the Star Dou Terrace.

Standing on the stage was a figure dressed in black, looking at it from Wen Song's perspective, it almost blended into the night.

"Friend Indian."

Yin Su turned sideways and beckoned to him, "Come here."

Wen Song ran up, "Fellow Daoist Yin called me over so late, what's the matter?"

Yin Su didn't reply to him, but said: "Want to attend the Fengwen meeting?"

Wen Song said: "But my cultivation is not enough."

"So I asked you to come out and help you build your foundation."

"You help me?"

"Well," Yin Su already knew what level Wen Song was when he was in the Nine-Storied Pagoda. His shortcoming is not in lack of spiritual power, but in insufficient control of spiritual power and lack of combat experience. There are still three days left, and I will lower my cultivation base to compete with you in these three days, if you cannot break through within three days, then you will have to miss this Fengwen meeting."

Yin Su's words made Wen Song's heart skip a beat, "I... can I?"

Yinsu stared straight at him with lacquer-like eyes, "Aren't you willing to try?"

"willing."

The most elusive thing in the world of comprehension is opportunity. Now that someone offers it to him, he has no reason not to seize it.

Yin Su took out a round of jade plate from Najie and threw it in the air, which instantly illuminated the surrounding night. He drew out the Hongxi Sword that was in its sheath, pointed at Wen Song, "Come here."

The moment he grasped the sword, the aura of his body changed, from a thin pool of water to a half-curved moon in the sky, thin and sharp, such a piece, enveloping the coldness of the night.

Wen Song summoned the red silk curtain and poured spiritual power into it, causing the red yarn to surround her and protect herself in it.

Yin Su carefully discerned where his spiritual power was weak, and after finding out, he quickly flew up and stabbed directly, breaking his defense with just one blow.

In order for Wen Song to remember this mistake, Yin Su drew a scar on the back of his hand with the tip of his sword.

The pain in his hand instantly made Wen Song's eyes well up with tears, and he looked at Yin Su with a bit of aggrieved gaze, "Isn't the competition just over?"

There was still a trace of blood on the tip of Yin Su's sword, "If I hadn't tapped it all the way, your wrist would be gone by now."

Wen Song looked at the scar on the back of his hand, "But the master said that my red silk curtain can resist the intrusion of magic, how could it be broken by you so easily?"

"A sword is just a sword, not any spells. If your defense is weak, it will naturally be broken."

"Then what if my defense has no weaknesses?"

"It can't be broken, but when you meet people with too much difference in cultivation, you can also break it with strength."

Wen Song wiped his tears with his sleeves, and held up the red gauze again, "Let's do it again."

"it is good."

Overnight, Wen Song had more than a dozen wounds on his hands, not only on his hands, but also on his back and legs, and the good Taoist robe was scratched and torn.

Facing the twilight of dawn in the east across the dawn mist, Wen Song sat on the stage exhausted, panting and looking at Yin Su who was still in a trace, "Fellow Daoist, can I take a rest?"

Seeing Wen Song's miserable appearance, Yin Su threw him a box of ointment, "Apply it on."

Wen Song quickly caught it, he opened the lid, and a scent of medicine with the air of vegetation penetrated into the tip of his nose, he sipped a little and rubbed it on the wound, the bleeding wound on his wrist stopped immediately, only pain It didn't disappear, "Friend Yin, thank you for the ointment."

Yin Su looked at Wen Song's red eyes, and looked away, "Compete with others in the future, don't cry."

Wen Song: "..."

This is out of his control.

A quarter of an hour later, Yin Su held the sword again, "Get up."

Wen Song moved his butt, touched Yin Su's leg, and gave him a flattering smile, "Friend Yin, I think I can rest for a while."

Yin Su tapped his shoulder with the hilt of his sword mercilessly, "You can't."

After failing to delay, Wen Song rubbed his shoulders resentfully, stood up from the ground, "Then let's start!"

Yin Su said: "Next, you will attack me."

Wen Song murmured: "But the red silk curtain is a magic weapon for defense."

Yin Su has always been indifferent, even with a smile on his face, there will be no fluctuations in his heart, but looking at Wen Song's stupid look of not knowing how to adapt, he really gets angry, "You only know that the red silk curtain is not good at spelling skills. Invasion, then did you think that when it is used to bind the opponent, the opponent will not easily break free?"

After Wen Song was awakened, his eyes lit up bit by bit, "Yes."

"Now that you understand, come and attack me."

"Ah."

Wen Song had no experience in using the red silk curtain to attack others, and he couldn't even find the direction at first.

Yin Su was still merciless towards Wen Song who made a mistake. Often when he made a mistake, a sword mark would be drawn on Wen Song's body.

At the end of the day, there were more and more wounds on Wen Song's body, and he couldn't even have a moment of rest in the middle, and if there was a mistake, there would be another wound on his body. He could only grit his teeth and focus all his attention on spiritual power The use of Yinsu and Yinsu.

After such strict teaching, Wen Song can already control the red silk curtain freely.

Yin Su knew very well where the limit of a person was. After Wen Song really couldn't bear it, he let him rest.

During this gap, Yin Su asked: "You are so stupid, how did True Monarch Sang Yi accept you as a disciple?"

He is really puzzled.

When Wen Song, who was as tired as a dead dog, heard his words, the tears he had held back for a long time could no longer contain them. He sniffed and stared at him, "Are you laughing at me?"

Yin Su looked at Wen Song's ugly face with snot and tears, and covered his eyes, "Take back the tears, it's too ugly."

Wen Song suddenly felt very sad, and then he cried louder.

Yin Su's ears hurt from the noise, so he gave him a silence technique.

"Woooo..."

I couldn't cry even if I wanted to, so it was probably Wen Song I was talking about.