Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

"Thank you father."

"There is no need to thank you between father and son." Yin Weizhi said, "I'm going back to the Palace of Longevity for my father."

"it is good."

Yin Su looked at his little/slave/slave, "Come here, follow me back to the main peak."

"Okay," Wen Song walked over slowly and grabbed Yin Su's sleeve, "I thought the person who picked me up would be a fellow Taoist."

Yin Su took out Hongxi and stepped on it with Wen Song, "My cultivation level is not enough."

"Well," Wen Song replied sullenly. He also felt that he was too hypocritical now, but he just couldn't control this disappointment, as if all his expectations had been shattered.

Sensing Wen Song's depression, Yin Su said, "Next time, I'll pick you up."

"Where will there be a next time?"

"You don't even know that there is no night in the spiritual world. I am the only one who recognizes the spiritual plant every day, and looks forward to the short time you talk to me every seven days. It is because of the Taoist friend that I persisted. Go down, the moment I came out of the spiritual realm, I really wanted to share this news with you, but the consonance you gave me can only be perceived by you, but I cannot perceive you."

"I regard fellow daoist as the most important person in this world, so the first person I want to meet is you, but fellow daoist doesn't feel sad at all."

After saying these words, Wen Song burst into tears.

Yin Su turned around and looked at Wen Song's dirty face, "You said... I am your most important person?"

"Well," Wen Song replied, with a moist nasal voice in his throat, "but I don't seem to be important to fellow daoists."

Yin Su looked at Wen Song's clear eyes that could see to the end at a glance, and smiled suddenly, like a white plum blooming in a snowy night, clear and beautiful, "It's not unimportant."

He took out a white veil and wiped Wen Song's tears. In this world, no one regards him as the most important thing. When he was young, his mother's energy was devoted to his father, while his father's energy was devoted to Zongmen and the way of swordsmanship. , he wasn't even important.

Yin Su looked at Wen Song's fair face, with a strange attachment in his eyes, "Will you always regard me as the most important thing?"

Wen Song wanted to nod, "But friendship can't be maintained by only one person."

Yin Su thought for a while and said, "I will also maintain our friendship."

At this moment, he divided Wen Song's position from childhood/slave/slave position to friend, which was his first and only friend.

"The Daoist Association is the most important person to me in this world," Wen Song emphasized after finishing speaking, "It has always been."

Indo is satisfied.

Yinsu's cave is not as solemn and gorgeous as Yinweizhi's. It's just a cave with its back against the mountain peak in the south. It has a built-in space formation, so it doesn't feel cramped after entering.

After Wen Song went in, he asked, "Fellow Daoist, is there a place to rest here?"

Yin Su took Wen Song to the innermost cave, "This is where I meditate, and it's okay to take a rest."

Wen Song followed like a tail, "Then can I sleep here for a while?"

I spent too much energy, and I always felt that I couldn’t make up for it through meditation.

"Go to sleep!"

Wen Song got permission, and immediately performed a cleansing technique on himself, threw himself on Yinsu's stone bed, and then fell asleep snoring on his futon.

Yin Su watched his movements with a smile in his eyes.

Wen Song slept for two days. After waking up, he rubbed his eyes in a daze, put on his shoes and walked out of the cave.

Except for the enchantment at the entrance, there is no other place in Yinsu's cave, so Wen Song's process of finding someone was extremely smooth.

He found the man in the cave in the middle. At that time, Yin Su was carving the formation plate. Wen Song saw that the man was busy and retreated directly, sat at the entrance of the cave and fell asleep.

It was Yin Su who woke people up after he came out, "Ugly thing, wake up."

Wen Song didn't sleep very deeply, so he woke up when he heard the sound. He looked up at Yin Su Qingjun's face, "Friend Daoist, don't call me ugly in the future."

Yin Su raised his eyebrows, "Why?"

Wen Song showed a silly smile, "Because I am also very important to fellow daoists, so you must respect my opinions now."

"Okay," Yin Su thought of what he said two days ago, and didn't refute, "Then what should I call you?"

Wen Song said softly, "How about calling me Song Song?"

To be honest, Yin Su couldn't open his mouth, but facing Wen Song's expectant eyes, he still shouted, "Ode... Ode."

Extremely stiff.

But as a start, Wen Song was already very happy, "You have already called me Song Song, so it would be too strange for me to call you Fellow Daoist."

When Yin Su heard this, he felt a strange fear, which he hadn't felt for a long time.

"Why don't I call you Susu!"

"Our good brothers use redundancies together."

Thinking of the words "Song Song" and "Su Su" in his daily life, Yin Su's scalp tingles, "It's better..." Forget it!

Before he finished speaking, he saw Wen Song looking at him with a puffy face, and Yin Su could only be forced to accept the retarded name, "Call it as you like!"

"Susu."

"Ah."

Yin Su responded with difficulty.

Wen Songxiao's eyes curled up, "I'm so happy!"

Seeing his smile, Yin Su felt a little joy in his heart...

When Wen Song finished, Yin Su began to talk to him about the business, "You have learned how to identify spiritual plants and their medicinal effects in the spiritual realm, and you can say that you have entered the threshold of medical practice. Now let me ask You, are you willing to become a medical practitioner?"

"Yes," Wen Song replied without thinking too much.

Yin Su looked down at him, "I hope you have thought about it before answering me."

"I've thought about it," Wen Song argued, "Cultivation of the Tao is a natural process, but deliberate force is inferior. Since the opportunity is already in my hands, why should I push it away? "

Moreover, he felt that seeing a doctor was a difficult problem no matter which world he was in, just like when his meridians were damaged, if Chongyao Zhenjun died, then his meridians would be hidden dangers for a lifetime.

But becoming a medical trainee is different, at least when you are sick, you can think of a way first.

A little surprise flashed across Yin Su's eyes, he didn't expect Wen Song to think so clearly, "You're right."

"Since this is the case, you can no longer be as lazy as before. I copied a copy of the surviving pill formula of the Nine Yi Sect, and practiced it for three hours every day in the future."

Wen Songdao: "But I have neither a medicine cauldron nor a fire spirit root."

"Yaoding, go to Fangshi and buy one. As for the pill fire," Yin Su said, "You can rent it first."