Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist, for winning the leader." After Yinsu got off the Lingjun Terrace, Wen Song was the first to go up to him, with a look of amazement that hadn't faded in his eyes. The sword is so vivid, I can feel the hidden energy carried in the sword even when I stand under the stage."

"Unfortunately, I forgot to take out the photo stone and record it."

After speaking, there was a look of regret on his face.

When Yin Su heard his words, his brows were stained with a smile. Although this ugly thing was only ordinary in appearance, the words he said were really sweet, so he couldn't help paying more attention, "By the way, Feng Wen The meeting is over, give me the array."

Wen Song was a little caught off guard, "Now?"

"Ah."

"Then... okay," Wen Song slowly took out a raw copper-colored array disk from the storage bag, and handed it to Yinsu reluctantly.

Yin Su took the array plate and put it into the ring. He looked at Wen Song's eyes that seemed to be glued to the array plate, and tapped his forehead, "Ugly, don't be greedy."

"I'm not greedy," Wen Song argued, "I've been with this array for so long, and I've developed feelings for it. When it leaves suddenly, I'm inevitably reluctant."

Listening to his nonsense, Yin Su chuckled, "Is two days a long time?"

The deep and mellow laughter made Wen Song's face blush, "Isn't there a saying in the mortal world that one day is like three autumns, and in this way, two days is a long time."

"According to what you say, it's still my fault to break up you?"

"Of course not," Wen Song waved his hand, "I'm just expressing my love for it appropriately, and I definitely don't mean to keep it for myself."

Yin Su smiled slightly, "Even if you have it, I won't give it to you."

Wen Song: "..."

If I don’t give it, I won’t give it. When I have a spirit stone, I will buy it myself.

After the Nine Yi Sect announced the ranking of the Fengwen Society, they distributed a cyan round key to the top 36 monks at the foundation stage, "Ten days later, the Cangwu Realm will be opened, and this is the key to the Cangwu Realm."

Seeing Qing Yao, the other monks in the audience regretted their wrists. Most of them came for the Cangwu Realm, and now they returned empty-handed, feeling faintly unwilling.

"I have an objection," a rough-faced male cultivator under the stage stepped forward, "That cultivator named Wen Fu didn't even participate in a fight, so why can he easily get the qualification to enter the Cangwu Realm?"

The elder who was speaking on the Lingjun platform glanced at him, "The rules are like this, if you are capable, you will get two byes."

"What about Wen Song? In the second round of the battle, he won the first place with only one array. How is this fair to the other nine?"

The elder said impatiently: "At the Fengwen meeting, there is no rule that you can't use utensils, array disks, and talismans. If you have them, you can use them."

The domineering attitude dissuaded many people who wanted to criticize.

Only then did Wen Song securely grasp the key.

After the Feng Wen meeting ended, he went back to the Yunchen Hall with Xiangshen, "Have you ever been to the Cangwu Realm, Senior Brother?"

Xiang Shen poured himself a cup of Yilan tea, "I've been there."

"What's it like inside?"

"There are many crises, but there are also countless opportunities." Xiang Shen rubbed the rim of the celadon cup, "There are monsters and beasts all over the place, and there is no shortage of spiritual plants, exercises, and inheritances. It just depends on whether you get your life."

Entering it with the cultivation base of a junior brother, if there is no one to protect him, I'm afraid it will not be a good thing.

He looked at Wen Song, and said cautiously: "When you enter the Cangwu Realm, you must send me a sound transmission after ensuring your safety, do you know?"

Wen Song nodded hurriedly.

That night, Xiang Shen found some powerful spells for him and taught him to practice them.

Wen Song understood that senior brother was thinking about his own safety, so he studied very seriously.

The next day, Yin Su asked him to go out.

"No way," Wen Song replied while practicing the Juejue, "I will enter the Cangwu Realm soon, and I have to practice Juejue well."

"disobedient?"

"No," Wen Song said with a sad face, "I don't know any spells. If I enter the secret realm, I'm afraid I won't have the power to protect myself."

"Come out, I'll teach you."

Wen Song expressed doubts about his rhetoric, "Can you, a swordsman, know how to perform spells?"

"Ah."

Wen Song looked at Xiang Shen who was staring at him for practice, and after thinking about it, he refused, "I think it's okay for senior brother to teach me."

Just after he said these words, there was a sudden pain in the sea of ​​consciousness.

A tear fell from the corner of Wen Song's eyes, "Friend Yin, what did you do?"

"Consonance leads."

Junior brother Xiang Shenjian burst into tears suddenly, and asked, "But the technique is too difficult?"

Wen Song looked at the senior brother who was full of worries, and agreed against his conscience, "Senior brother, can I go out and relax for a while?"

Xiang Shenjian was forced into such a situation, so how could he not agree, "Go ahead, if you really can't learn it, I'll find another technique for you to try."

"Thank you, brother."

After leaving the Yunchen Palace, Wen Song followed the original road to the Xingdou Terrace. He looked at the rocky figure on the stage, his lips were tightly pursed, "Fellow Daoist Yin, I'm here."

Seeing that he seemed unwilling, Yin Su's expression faded, "But blame me?"

Wen Song thought of the pain in the sea just now, and tears overflowed from his round eyes. He looked at Yin Su, with anger and grievance in his eyes, "You know that I am most afraid of pain..."

Yin Su looked down at him condescendingly, his pupils like a pool seemed to be filled with ice jade, "But you also promised that I would be obedient."

Wen Song sniffed, "How can I be disobedient?"

"The Cangwu Realm is so dangerous, but I don't know anything. You don't even know how scared I am."

Seeing the tears falling drop by drop from this ugly thing, Yin Su's depression subsided a little, "I'll teach you as I said."

Speaking of this, Wen Song became even more angry, "It is said that there is a specialization in martial arts, and you, a swordsman, said that you want to teach me martial arts, so can I believe it?"

Yin Su frowned slightly, "You don't want to come out because you don't believe me?"

Wen Song wiped his tears and snot with his sleeve, and said honestly, "Yes... yes!"

Yin Su rubbed his index finger on the hilt of the sword when he heard the words, but thought that this was his little/slave/slave, so he restrained himself, "Come up."

"doing what?"

"Teach you spells."

Wen Song looked at Yin Su's right hand on the sword, and suspected that he wanted to beat him up. He looked around but didn't see anyone, so he could only walk up to the Xingdou Terrace with a nervous heart.

Facts have proved that Wen Song's suspicion is right.

Yin Su did know how to spell, and he was indeed teaching him, but the method was very rough. After the whole process, his tears did not stop, and the misery was far from enough to describe.

After finishing the day's practice, Wen Song asked him with a swollen face, "Friend Yin, can I... can I go back?"

"Well, practice more when you go back," Yin Su looked at him and said, "I'll come tomorrow too."

"I know."

Wen Song sighed countless times on the way back, he thought: How can there be such a narrow-minded man in the world?

Can't even hear a word of his truth.

Wen Song touched his vengeful face, worrying about how to explain to his senior brother after returning home.

After returning to the Yunchen Palace, Wen Song cautiously poked his head into the room. Seeing that his brother was still meditating, he slipped in quietly from the outside.

Xiang Shen looked at Wen Song's appearance like a thief, and said, "What are you doing?"

Wen Song covered his face and hummed, "It's nothing, brother, don't worry about me."

Seeing the abnormality in his movements, Xiang Shen got off the futon and pulled his hand off. After seeing Wen Song's appearance, his brows suddenly sank, "Who beat you like this?"

Although this is the Nine Yi Sect, the disciples of the Yueling Sect are not to be bullied.

Wen Song whispered: "It's fellow Taoist Yin."

"Why did he hit you?"

Wen Songdao: "Fellow Daoist Yin said that any technique needs actual combat practice to be proficient, and then practiced with me for a day."

"That's true," Xiang Shen agreed with Yin Su's statement, "Since you have someone to teach you, I won't worry about it."

Wen Song: "..."

Look at me, haven't you seen how badly your junior brother was beaten?

Anyway, give me a few words of comfort!

作者有话要说：感谢在2019-12-2422:34:43~2019-12-2522:10:28期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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