Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

"Fellow Daoist, that Yu Ziji is too annoying." When Wen Song returned to Yin Su's side, Wen Song's anger turned into grievance again. Share your little emotions.

Although Yin Su had never noticed Yu Zijiao before, he could roughly infer from the few words between the two of them, "Have you ever had conflicts?"

"Well," Wen Song wrinkled his nose and told him about entering the Cangwu Realm.

After Yin Su heard this, a killing intent gradually spread from the bottom of his heart. It was not strong, but it could not be ignored. He is a person with a strong desire to control. In his eyes, Wen Song is his little/slave/slave, so naturally the whole person It all belongs to him, and no one else has the right to touch it. "Then how about killing her?"

Wen Song was taken aback by Yin Su's dangerous speech, "It's better not to, she is Brother Yu's younger sister after all."

Yin Su said, "Are you worried about him?"

"It's not scruples," Yin Su tried to dispel the idea of ​​Yin Su, "Senior Brother Yu and I have friendship from the same family, but we also feel adversity. If we kill his sister, how can we be friends?"

"Then don't do it," Yin Su looked at him, "You say it's best with me, then I'm enough."

Wen Song said: "..."

You only have me, and I only have you. He felt that the relationship Yin Su described was not quite like a friend.

"Fellow Daoist, I can handle this matter by myself. When my cultivation reaches a high level, I will teach her a lesson. How can someone else take revenge as much as I do?"

"If Fellow Daoist still feels wronged for me, we will hate her together."

Yin Su heard what the ugly thing was thinking, so he stopped talking about the murder.

Xiang Shen came from a distance, and Wen Song let him into the barrier, "What's the matter, brother?"

"There are some," Xiang Shen said, "Castles on the sea appear every night, but not many people find the real ones, and even fewer people can go in if they find them. It is impossible to enter for the second time, so there are people waiting here who are waiting for the opportunity to seize the opportunity, so be careful, junior."

Listening to Xiang Shen's instructions, Wen Song felt warm in his heart, "I see, thank you, brother."

Xiang Shen patted him on the shoulder, then looked at Yin Su who was beside him, "Fellow Daoist Yin, my junior brother is useless, please take care of me more."

"Ah."

Yin Su's attitude towards Xiang Shen is not warm, at most, he has more eyes than ordinary people.

But for Xiang Shen, it was enough to get his promise. When he knew that his junior had a good relationship with the future chief of the Nine Yi Sect, he investigated him privately. It is definitely not a person who does not believe what he says, "Thank you, fellow daoist."

A quarter of an hour later, the door of the pavilion opened.

All the monks on the shore flew to different directions on the sea with flying instruments.

A total of six people headed towards the center, and when they landed on the ground made of mist, the surrounding clouds suddenly engulfed, making it difficult for people to see the way back.

Wen Song moved towards Yin Su, "Fellow Daoist, let's go in!"

"Let's go!".

After the two entered the pavilion, the other four followed suit.

"What is your way?"

As soon as the door behind him was closed, there was an ethereal and powerful voice coming from all directions.

Wen Song looked around, but saw no one, only a picture of the sun, moon, mountains and rivers on the wall.

Just when he was confused, someone stepped forward and stood in front of the picture.

"My way - to kill evil."

"What is evil?"

"It's against the norm, it's wrong for the world."

"What is the common way, and who defines right and wrong?"

"The way thousands of monks practice is the normal way, the right is right, and the devil is wrong."

"wrong."

Not long after the voice fell, the person disappeared here.

Wen Song moved to Yin Su's side, "Fellow Daoist, where did he go?"

"Outside the pavilion."

Wen Song felt concerned, and he was a little worried about whether he could pass.

Yin Su glanced at him, "Your way is what you pursue. The way is in your heart, and it will appear at the right time. Don't bother yourself."

Hearing Yin Su's deep and mellow voice, Wen Song calmed down a little, "Well, I know."

The other three people stepped forward to accept the trial questions one after another, and they all passed.

In the end there were only the two of them left, Wen Song looked at Yin Su, "Fellow Daoist, do you go up first or should I go up first?"

"Go, I'll watch you."

"Okay," Wen Song was originally uneasy, but Yin Su's eyes gave him a lot of courage. When he really stood in front of the picture of mountains, rivers, sun and moon, he was not as scared as he imagined...

"What is your way?"

Wen Song thought: What is he pursuing in his heart?

Is it a practice?

Yes, but not the main one.

In the final analysis, what he wants is to no longer be coerced by others through his own strength, so as to live freely.

"My way - to float and create, to be free and unrestrained."

"What is fortune, what is happiness?"

"Creativity is the primordial, the heaven and the earth, the stars, and the permanence. It is neither born nor destroyed. It has no form or image. It has no beginning and no end. It has never changed from ancient times."

"Wouldn't it be nice to be free in the meantime!"

That empty and obvious voice paused here.

Wen Song's heart also raised as he paused. Although what he replied was what he thought in his heart, it sounded almost like delusions. Which little monk in the foundation establishment period dared to say such words?

"Happy in the heart, Fang Cheng Daoguo, what you said... is very good."

The voice sent Wen Song to another space like a warm breeze. He looked back and found no shadow of Yin Su.

Wen Song took out the red silk curtain and wrapped it around his arm, and secretly became vigilant. Without Fellow Daoist Yin by his side, he could no longer relax as before.

Wen Song first observed the surrounding environment, and found that only a part of the scene in front of him could be seen here, and the rest seemed to be covered, and he couldn't see through it anyway.

He looked at the flowers and plants on the ground, not knowing what he was trying to do?

Planting flowers and watering or pulling weeds to repel insects?

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