Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

As soon as Wen Song entered Kanmen, his face was smothered by the oncoming heat wave. He squinted his eyes and looked at the endless yellow sand in the sky and the brilliant sun hanging high in the sky.

Just... dumbfounded.

Wen Song recalled the gate he entered. It was indeed a ridge, and the ridge was water, so it couldn't be compared to the desert!

Based on his poor understanding of the formation, Wen Song concluded that he could not get out of this phantom formation by himself.

That being the case, it is better to rest in place for a while.

Taking advantage of this gap, Wen Song was going to try to see if he could receive the memory of the original owner. He endured the scalding temperature of the sand, sat down on his buttocks, closed his eyes, and put on a posture of being overwhelmed.

However, after working hard for a long time, my mind was empty.

"Hey, ugly thing, what are you doing there?"

Just as Wen Songchou's eyebrows were raised, a mellow and soft voice rang in his ears.

Ignore the bad words, just talk about the sound is nice.

Wen Song opened his eyes and followed the prestige, and saw a young man in red clothes and black hair standing with arms folded a little far away from him. His eyebrows and eyes were extremely pale, and even his lips were pale and light red. , like a freehand landscape painting jumping out.

Logically speaking, such a person should be dressed in plain colors to match him, whether it is sky blue or light blue, they are all very good-looking, but he is wearing a red long-sleeved gown, which makes people intentionally or unintentionally. ignore its appearance.

Wen Song pondered: I can't stay still all the time, so it is necessary to ask people for some news, and judging from the tone of the young man, he should be unfamiliar with the original owner, and he is a good candidate. He went forward After walking around, he cupped his hands and said, "I was meditating just now, I don't know which Taoist friend you are?"

It turned out that there were still people who didn't know him. The young man was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, "I'm Yinsu."

Seeing that he was willing to take care of him, Wen Song breathed a sigh of relief, "Yindao is friendly, my name is Wen Song."

"Well, I know," Yin Su gave him a disgusted look, "You are that coward who is greedy for life and afraid of death, hiding behind Qi Mu and not daring to come out."

"Tsk, ugly and timid."

Wen Song: "..."

It might not be possible to chat with someone else today.

But Wen Song is a person with an extremely strong belief in survival. He argues for himself, "I have changed my past, you see, this time I entered the formation alone."

Yin Su looked at him with a half-smile, "Couldn't it be that Qi Mu couldn't bear to clean him up and didn't dare to pester him?"

"Of course not," Wen Song denied him with a painful face. He looked at Yin Su with "how can you miss me like that?" I was wrong, other people's cultivation base is high, that is their ability, how can I hide behind others because I am weak?"

"That's too inappropriate."

"Besides, Qi Mu has saved me too many times, and he has already repaid his father's life-saving grace. On the contrary, I owe him a lot."

After he confessed, he concluded: "I will definitely pay him back if I have the chance."

Yin Su raised his eyebrows, "That's not necessary."

"Why not?"

Yin Su looked at him like a fool, "If you are waiting for your rescue, you probably have to go with him."

Wen Song was choked speechless, and he almost couldn't maintain that painful expression.

What breed is this person?

Is it lonely?

He seriously doubted that if he talked to him for a while, his life would be shortened.

Although Wen Song urgently needs a companion, Yin Su is obviously not suitable. He looked at the young man in red's brow and eyes, and said tactfully: "Everyone is rushing to break the formation now, so I won't delay fellow Daoist Yin." It's time, let's not pass it!"

Yin Su is a sensitive person, and also a person who can understand other people's emotions, so when Wen Song opened his mouth, he sensed the intention of this ugly thing, and his voice, which was originally mellow and aged, became a little cool, "You This is, you don’t want to go with me?”

"How could it be?" How could Wen Song admit that he can't even use his spiritual power now, and he is completely a weak chicken with no power to restrain a chicken. If Yin Su has a bad temper, he probably will have old injuries Well, another injury has been added, "Friend Daoist Yin's cultivation base is far superior to mine, and I am so lucky to be able to follow Fellow Daoist."

"It's just..." Wen Song showed a little shame just right, "I'm low in strength, and I'm afraid it will become a drag if I follow fellow daoists."

"Now that I've changed my mind, I can no longer act the same way as before."

Yin Su agreed with his self-deprecating words, "Indeed, with your cultivation base, following anyone will be a drag."

Wen Song lowered his head and rolled his eyes secretly. He thought that Yin Su hadn't noticed, but he didn't know that a cultivator's mind was his eye, so he couldn't see his small movements.

Yin Su was going to let him go, but who knows that this ugly thing is only beautiful on the surface, but he has no intention of repentance behind his back. He doesn't care if this person has a heart of repentance, what he cares about is that Wen Song dares to be Looking at his face, the positive and the negative are contradicted.

That's right, this ugly thing has never even heard of its own name.

There was a slight smile on Yinsu's lips, as if the night sky was just blooming, and the snow fell to the world, he said softly: "But I am the person who is most willing to help others, so you can follow me first!"

Listen, what are you talking about, it makes him look like a follower.

Wen Song was so angry that he became a pufferfish, but he responded with a smile on his face, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Yin, for taking me in. Wen Song is very grateful."

Yin Su calmly accepted his thanks.

In this way, the two came together temporarily.

Wen Song asked the question he was most concerned about, "Fellow Daoist, which direction should we go now?"

"We're not leaving," Yin Su pointed to the scorching sun in the sky, "Did you see it?"

Wen Song nodded.

The sun is so big, and he is not blind, so of course he can see.

Yin Su said leisurely: "That's the eye."

Wen Song felt that the shining sun was even more stinging. He wiped the sweat from his cheeks and asked, "Then how do we break the formation?"

"Shoot it down, and the formation will naturally break," Yin Su replied as a matter of course.

"Shoot it?"

Wen Song said in shock.

Yin Su didn't answer any more. When he waved his sleeves, a silver curved bow decorated with cloud patterns suddenly appeared in his hand.

When the bowstring was pulled, a golden dragon lingered out from the cloud pattern and flew towards the shining sun in the middle sky. During this time, the dragon chanted and its mighty power smashed the blazing sun in one fell swoop.

After the blazing sun was shattered, it turned into golden flowing fire and poured down.

When the flowing fire touches the yellow sand, every inch of the desert melts into hundreds of feet of solid ice.

Wen Song was dumbfounded. Was it still a battle?

He recalled Yinsu's flowing movements just now, and suddenly felt: this little friend of mine seems to be very special.