Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

When the two encountered monsters on the road, Wen Song usually went first, and Yin Su would come to help when they couldn't bear it any longer.

After three days in a row, Wen Song felt that his body was peeling off more than a layer of skin. He cried and ran to Yin Su to protest, "Fellow Daoist, your cultivation level is higher than mine, why didn't you stand in front of me?"

Yin Su looked at Wen Song's eyes that seemed to have been washed by the light rain from the green mountains, "But I won't always stand in front of you."

He said no, not impossible, Wen Song could hear the difference, the word forever is too long, no one can protect another person forever, this kind of cognition made him feel a little sad suddenly, " said You are right, I have to strengthen myself."

After this day, he didn't mind fighting against monsters alone. Although he suffered a lot of injuries, he also gained a lot of experience in battle, and he had a certain understanding of the habits and weaknesses of various monsters.

The farther you go east, the more monks you meet. Of course, this is more, but compared to the previous days, Wen Song looked at Yin Su, "Fellow Daoist, do these people have the same purpose as us?"

"Maybe."

Looking at the backs of these people, Wen Song felt a little urgency in his heart, "Then should we go faster too?"

Seeing that Wen Song had almost mastered the skills he had learned during the battles these days, Yin Su agreed.

At the end of the east is Zhuhai, and the sea is covered with rays of light, wrapping it into a light red pearl.

When the two arrived, there were about twenty people waiting on the coast, some in twos and twos, and some alone.

"Little Junior Brother?"

Hearing this familiar voice, Wen Song looked in that direction with some surprise, but after seeing who was behind Xiang Shen, he couldn't be happy. He pulled Yin Su's sleeve and walked over, " How could Senior Brother be with her?"

When Yu Zifan heard Wen Song's inconceivable tone, he immediately became unhappy, "What's wrong with me, I met brother Xiang halfway, and we hit it off very well, so we came here together, what's the matter with you?"

Seeing that the female cultivator spoke so choked up, Wen Song also became angry, "Who are you calling senior brother? This is from my Yueling Sect. It is impossible for you, a female cultivator from Yunhuan Palace, to call senior brother."

Yu Zijiao raised his eyes, and said softly, "I'm going to shout, I don't have any objection to Senior Brother, you are a Junior Brother and you still care about Senior Brother?"

Seeing that the two of them were getting more and more noisy, Xiang Shen immediately took a step forward and stood in the middle of the two, "Stop arguing for now."

Wen Song couldn't refute it, and always felt that he had lost, "Brother, it's not that I want to quarrel, it's that this female cultivator..."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a muffled snort from Yu Zijia on Xiangshen's right, then his face turned pale, and he called out "Brother Xiang" weakly.

This senior brother's voice is delicate and thin, completely different from the domineering attitude when he spoke to Wen Song just now, like an orchid swaying in the valley, soft and delicate.

Xiang Shen was about to listen to Wen Song's explanation, but when he saw this scene, he quickly supported her body, "What's the matter, is the wound still hurting?"

Yu Zifan bit his lips, and said softly, "I'm worried about you, brother, it's not that serious."

Seeing her pale complexion, Xiang Shen couldn't believe it. He turned his head to look at Wen Song, "Junior Sister Yu was seriously injured by a monster. I'll take her there to rest for a while. I'll talk about what's going on later."

Wen Song looked at his senior brother's nervousness towards Yu Zijiao, and felt that he might not be able to wait for that time, after all, even his junior sister was called.

As night approached, a round of bright moon rose in the sky, and the clear light fell on the sea, piercing through the accumulated clouds and mist, and then the mist floated up, transforming into lofts in the sky one after another.

Such a vast and majestic scene made Wen Song inexplicably think of a poem: "Flying sky mirror under the moon, clouds grow to form sea towers."

Only when I saw it did I know how shocking it was.

After the pavilion appeared, several people took out their compass and began to calculate, and Xiang Shen was one of them.

Wen Song looked at the people holding the compass, a little confused, "Fellow Daoist, what are they doing?"

Yin Su looked at the distant and illusory castle in the air, twirled his fingertips, "calculated the correct location of the castle."

There should be only one real pavilion, but there are so many on the sea, if you make a mistake, your previous efforts will almost be wasted.

Wen Song looked at the similar pavilions in the sky and said, "But I didn't bring a compass."

Yin Su didn't bring it either. He rubbed the jade pendant around his waist, thinking quietly, "Take out your mirror of the heart."

Wen Song heard Xianzhiya, he took out the mirror from the sea of ​​consciousness, stood it in front of his eyes, and passed through the towers one after another in the air, most of them turned into faint white mist, only the one in the middle was still standing tall and straight, "Fellow Daoist, The one in the middle is the real one."

Yin Su's brows were stained with a smile, "The Mirror of Bright Mind can clear the heart and break the delusion, that's true."

Wen Song nodded, "Fellow Daoist, I want to tell my brother the news."

There was a smile on Yin Su's lips, "If you told him, the woman beside him must have gone with him."

Wen Song had a knot between his brows when he heard the words, he was careless, and he was not at all willing to share the news with Yu Zifan who had cheated him, so he was a little entangled, "I...I'd better go, brother usually treats me You have taken care of me so much, if I miss the opportunity because of this, I really feel ashamed in my heart."

"Besides, Yu Zijia is injured, maybe he won't even get with Mao."

After comforting himself, Wen Song felt much better. He walked up to Xiang Shen and told him the news.

Xiang Shen put down the compass, "Is what the younger brother said accurate?"

Wen Songdao: "The treasure in the door is a mirror of the heart, so it should be accurate."

Xiang Shen had an idea, "Do you want to enter the pavilion with us?"

"I'm going with Fellow Daoist Yin," Wen Song looked at the graceful Yu Zifan, and got a bright smile from her, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Wen, for coming to let us know."

Wen Song couldn't see this female cultivator smiling at him now, and felt shocked, "I told my senior brother, it has nothing to do with you."

Yu Zijiao smiled like a flower, "Why are they different, they all lead to the same goal!"

Wen Song finally left angrily.

Xiang Shen looked down at her, "What's the matter with you two?"

Yu Zifan's pair of water-cut autumn eyes flashed a guilty conscience. She didn't think there was anything wrong with entrapping others, but that person was in trouble for her junior brother who was the one she liked, "It's nothing, it's all a misunderstanding. Let me explain the secret realm to Fellow Daoist Wen."

Xiang Shen listened to her saying that it was a misunderstanding, so he didn't ask any more questions, "I still have some things that I didn't tell Junior Brother just now, please wait for me for a while."

"it is good."

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