"Okay," Wen Song saw that Yin Su's arrangements were well organized, and agreed directly, "Thank you, Su Su."
"Well," Yin Su was still a little uncomfortable with the word "Su Su", "Tomorrow is the opening day of the Shanxia Fang City, and you just bought the medicine tripod."
"Aren't we going together?"
Wen Song's pupils are round, and when he looks up at people, he will unconsciously widen them. The black and clear eyes are more rounded. If you look closely, you can see the expectation in the eyes.
Meeting Wen Song's gaze, Yin Su nodded at the end of his eyes, "Why are you so clingy?"
Wen Song's eyes were itchy from Yin Su, he moved his finger away, and said softly: "I'm a disciple of Yue Ling Sect, I can't stay in Jiuyi Sect forever, maybe I will leave in a few days Well, in this way, I have very little time to spend with fellow Taoists, so of course I have to cherish a little bit."
"You can't go back."
"why?"
Wen Song looked at him suspiciously.
Yin Su lowered his fingers, "Do you still remember the curse in Boneless City?"
"Ah."
"That curse will gradually slow down your cultivation until there is no further progress."
Wen Songjing Yinsu reminded that the crazy appearance of the woman standing on the altar appeared in her mind, "Then... what should we do?"
"Perhaps the Buddhist cultivators will have a way," Yin Su thought of the classics he saw in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and said, "It is said in the "Yamfu Benye Jing": Sumeru can defeat karma and can break all kinds of evil obstacles. A type of evil obstacle, it should be breakable."
After finishing speaking, he looked at Wen Song, "If not, I'll think of another way. You are cursed, so stay here for now."
"Okay." Perhaps because Yin Su was by his side, Wen Song didn't have much fear of the curse on his body, "I heard from fellow Daoists."
The next day, after Yin Su finished practicing the sword, the two rode the flying sword together and left the Nine Yi Sect. Fangshi was not far from the sect's gate, and they arrived in about half an hour.
Half of the things sold here are sword cultivators from the Nine Yi Sect. Most of the things they sell are pills, magic weapons and other items. The remaining half are monks and casual cultivators from the small sect. There are too many, there are defensive jewelry specially designed for female cultivators, and there are also all kinds of strange small objects, which can be called strange.
Wen Song looked all the way over, the surprise in his eyes never retreated, "Susu, there are so many things here!"
Seeing Wen Song's energetic appearance, Yin Su deliberately reminded him of his purpose in coming to Fangshi, but he felt that even if he said it, Wen Song might not be able to listen.
"Susu, come and see this."
Yin Su stepped up and walked over. He looked at the blue jade hairpin in Wen Song's hand, and said softly, "This is Qingling jade. After wearing it, you can refresh your mind and clear your mind. If you like it, you can buy it."
Wen Song turned to look at Yin Su, with a pair of dark eyes carrying light, "Does Su Su look good?"
"It's okay."
Wen Song got the answer, turned around and bought the cyan jade hairpin, and carefully packed it in a box, "Let's go buy the medicine cauldron!"
Yin Su nodded slightly.
After buying the hairpin, Wen Song stopped wandering around. He bought an ordinary medicine cauldron at a ware repair stall, and then bought a lot of spiritual plants.
After going to Fangshi, more than half of the spirit stones were missing.
Wen Song felt pain in his heart, and he secretly decided: After learning alchemy, he will also earn other people's spirit stones.
After returning to Yinsu's cave, Wen Song took advantage of Yinsu's practice before, and hugged the box containing the green hairpin to his side, "Susu, this hairpin is for you."
Yin Su looked at the wooden box lying in Wen Song's palm, "For me?"
"Well," Wen Song said, "the first time I saw this spirit stone, I thought it was very suitable for you, so I bought it. Although there are not many spirit stones, don't be disgusted."
Yin Su's eyes fell on the box, but he didn't answer it.
Seeing that Yin Su didn't pick it up, Wen Song thought he didn't like it. After a while, he pursed his lips and hugged the box back. He whispered: "It's okay if you don't like it, I can wear it myself."
"It's not disgusting," Yin Su said, but he had never received gifts from others, "Give it to me."
Wen Song hesitated for a moment, then passed the box over...
Yinsu took the box, took out the hosta from it, and replaced the white hair band. The blue hosta matched his pale face, as if floating in clear water.
Wen Song looked at Yin Su's faded aura, and the disappointment receded just now, "I knew it would look good wearing it, Fellow Daoist."
Seeing Wen Song's admiring eyes, Yin Su took out the gray-blue stone from the ring, "This is for you."
Looking at the stone in Yin Su's hand, Wen Song couldn't believe the surprise, "This..."
"It's for you," Yin Su said, "Aren't friends supposed to reciprocate courtesy?"
This thing is of no use to him. The reason why he holds it in his hand is to better control Wen Song, and he doesn't need it now.
Wen Songdao: "But Fellow Daoist said at the time that I had to tell you the reason before I would consider giving me the stone."
Yin Su looked into Wen Song's joyful eyes, and said, "This is my return gift, so it goes without saying."
After Wen Song took the stone, he was still a little dizzy, "Su Su, you are so kind."
"Well," Yin Su accepted the compliment calmly.
When Yin Su started to practice, Wen Song summoned Ming Xin Jing, "Look, Xiao Ming, I got blood essence."
Ming Xinjing's first reaction was: "Did you tell him your bloodline?"
"No," Wen Song said, "it was given to me by the host."
Ming said reflexively, "How could that knocker be so generous?"
Holding the mirror, Wen Song defended Yin Su, "Su Su doesn't treat friends at all."
Ming Xinjing said: "Then why didn't he give the blood essence to your friend when he was in the secret realm?"
"Well," Wen Song couldn't figure it out, "Maybe it's not time yet!"
He's not the type to find out the truth, and since he can't figure it out, he doesn't want to embarrass himself, "Xiao Ming, how do I use this thing?"
Ming Xinjing said: "For those who are born with the blood of the polar ice fox, it is better to refine it directly."
"Well," Wen Song put the mirror aside, sat cross-legged and absorbed the essence and blood into the dantian.
As soon as the blood essence entered his body, the gray-blue shell instantly melted away, turning into a rich ice-blue color. He carefully controlled the spiritual power to penetrate into it, trying to refine it into his own blood.
Wen Song's spiritual root belongs to water, which is similar to the spiritual power of the Jiyu ice fox, and because of his blood, it should be easy to refine this blood, but unfortunately, he cursed at this time Being entangled, he couldn't control the spiritual power well at all, so that the energy released by the blood essence directly entered the meridians.
As long as the spiritual power is slightly out of control, the energy in the blood essence will start to rampage through the meridians, and Wen Song is in so much pain that he sheds tears.
Sensing Wen Song's chaotic breath, Yin Su woke up from his trance. He got off the stone bed and set up a small spirit gathering array around him.
When Wen Song's spiritual power was running stagnantly, Yin Su guided the spiritual power in the formation into his dantian.
After someone protected the law, Wen Song's refinement became much smoother, and the essence and blood slowly nourished his meridians, purified his spiritual roots, and changed his appearance.
As the essence and blood became smaller and smaller, Wen Song felt that his ears were getting more and more itchy. He tried his best to ignore this feeling and concentrate on refining the essence and blood.
Wen Song couldn't see his own changes, but Yin Su who was beside him could directly observe. He looked at Wen Song's fluffy ears and wanted to touch them.
Yin Su's eyes swayed with the shaking of his ears. Do these pointed and big ears belong to minks or foxes?
The pearl-sized blood essence had almost no form after a month. Wen Song thought the refinement was complete, but when he returned the spiritual power to the dantian, a young man with blood oozing eyes suddenly appeared in the sea of consciousness.
After a while, the shadow of that young man gradually became blurred again, and Wen Song had a feeling: the drop of blood in his body belonged to this young man.
Who is this guy?
Is he still alive?
Why is his essence and blood on Mu Xiangling's body?
no answer...
Another day passed, and Wen Song opened his eyes. He looked at the formation around him, and at Yin Su beside him, and suddenly understood the reason why refining the blood essence was so smooth, "Thank you, Su Su."
"Well," Yin Su looked at the two pointed ears on Wen Song's head, and twisted his fingers, "Come here."
Wen Song moved to sit next to Yin Su, "What are you doing?"
Yin Su put his hand on Wen Song's ear, and smoothed it from the inside to the outside. Feeling the soft touch of the ear, he couldn't help but smooth it again.
Wen Song was a little dazed at first, but when a strange feeling appeared in his ears, he quickly stepped back, "You... What are you touching my ears for?"
Yin Su looked at the two white hairs plucked from the palm of his hand, pinched them up, and put them in front of Wen Song, "What is this?"
Wen Song: "..."
How did he know what it was?
Wen Song touched his ears, startled by the fluffy touch, "What's wrong with my ears?"
Yin Su looked at him, "I also want to ask you."
Wen Song picked up the Mingxin mirror next to him, put it in front of him to take a picture, and found that his human ears had turned into two furry fox ears.
He looked at Yin Su's probing gaze, and raised his hands to cover his ears.
Just... to hide your ears and steal your bell.
Seeing his silly actions, Yin Su couldn't help showing a smile, "Are you a mink or a fox?"
Wen Song said: "It's a mink."
Yin Su nodded, "Oh, that's a fox."
Wen Song lowered his head.
Ming Xin Jing was about to be stupefied by its master/person.
After a while, Wen Song raised his head and looked at Yin Su, "Su Su, are you still touching your ears?"
Yin Su beckoned, "Come here."
Wen Song moved back again, "Touch lightly."
"Well," Yin Su responded easily.
The fox's ears are much more sensitive than Wen Song's before, especially when Yin Su's finger brushed against it, it was itchy and numb, which made Wen Song want to sigh comfortably.
This is even more tormenting than the kind of hair-pulling just now.
Wen Song gritted his teeth and held back. After a long while, he looked at the man who was stroking the hair, and complained a little: "Haven't you finished touching it?"
Yin Su looked at Wen Song whose face was flushed red, and withdrew his hand somewhat unsatisfied, "I'll touch it later."
"No."
Yin Su reminded him, "I gave you that drop of blood."
Wen Song recalled the feeling of being shoved by Mao Mao just now, and felt very ashamed, "That's not okay, these are my ears."
Yin Su looked at him, "You are not good."
Wen Song turned his head to avoid Yin Su's eyes, his whole body conveyed a meaning: don't touch.
Yin Su asked Wen Song to resist, so he didn't mention it. He got up from the ground and walked out of the cave.
Wen Song looked at Yin Su's back, feeling anxious in his heart, "Xiao Ming, is Su Su angry?"
Ming Xinjing turned his head on the ground and pointed the handle of the mirror at Wen Song. It didn't know if Yin Su was angry, but he was quite angry anyway, "Why don't you find a safe place to refine blood?"
Wen Song's accusation against it was a bit inexplicable, "This is the Nine Yi Sect, not the Yueling Gate. Fellow Daoist Yin is the safest place for me, and if there is no Su Su to protect me this time, I may not Can't refine that drop of blood."
Ming Xinjing thought of Yin Su's extradition of spiritual power to Wen Song every day for the past month, and she was speechless.
Wen Song picked up the mirror and took a look at his face.
The person in the mirror has clear eyebrows, and the originally flat nose has become a small, straight nose, like a bulge on a jade mountain, or like a puff of fresh snow, so good-looking that I wish it could be pinched.
Wen Song really pinched it with his hands, "Xiao Ming, is this really my nose?"
"Why is my nose so beautiful?"
Seeing his ugly appearance, Ming Xinjing said, "Look at your forehead."
Wen Song looked away from his nose, and said sadly, "Why is your forehead still flat?"
Ming Xinjing said: "There is not enough essence and blood."
Wen Song looked at the handsome young man in the mirror, and bent his lips, "I will work hard to find blood in the future."
He looked at the ear in the mirror, in case Yin Su wanted to stroke it when he came back, he wanted to put it away, but he moved and moved again, and the tip of the ear was still there.
Wen Song had no choice but to let it go.
Because of this ear, he didn't dare to go out, so he could only meditate in the cave.
When Yinsu came back, the cold moonlight filled the shadows of the branches.
When Wen Song heard the movement, he ran out of the stone bed without his shoes on, "Susu, where have you been?"
"The Sutra Pavilion," Yin Su looked at Wen Song's hairy ears and asked him, "Why don't you put your ears back?"
Wen Song whispered: "I can't take it back."
He asked for help: "Is there any way for Su Su?"
Yin Su smiled lightly, "Let me touch it?"
Wen Song nodded.
Yin Su said, "How did you close your ears?"
Wen Song replied: "Transfer the spiritual power to the ears, and then use all your strength to recover it."
Hearing this answer, Yin Su smiled even more, "The fox's ear is also your ear, where do you want to receive it?"
Wen Song also felt stupid when he heard Yin Su said, "Then what should I do?"
Yin Su asked, "What's in that stone?"
"Essence of blood," Wen Song replied frankly, after all, there is no point in hiding it now.
Yin Su thought for a while, and said: "Blood refinement, also known as complementing blood, is a matter of inheriting talent. It's best not to correct it forcibly. You can wait for it to degenerate into a human ear naturally."
After listening to it, Wen Song felt that it made sense, and also felt that Yin Su was fooling him into leaving his ears for him to squeeze, "Really?"
Yin Su gave an affirmative "hmm".
"Then keep it," Wen Song believed him, "but how can I get out?"
"Stay well in the cave and practice alchemy," Yin Su said, "When your ears degenerate, we will go to Jingyin Temple to undo the curse on your body."
"Ah."
Wen Song went back to the cave holding his two pointed ears.
作者有话要说:感谢在2020-01-0722:43:48~2020-01-0821:36:05期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~
Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Timer is not as good as recalling 1;
Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 6 bottles of spring and summer of gorgeous youth; 65 bottles of stars;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
"Well," Yin Su was still a little uncomfortable with the word "Su Su", "Tomorrow is the opening day of the Shanxia Fang City, and you just bought the medicine tripod."
"Aren't we going together?"
Wen Song's pupils are round, and when he looks up at people, he will unconsciously widen them. The black and clear eyes are more rounded. If you look closely, you can see the expectation in the eyes.
Meeting Wen Song's gaze, Yin Su nodded at the end of his eyes, "Why are you so clingy?"
Wen Song's eyes were itchy from Yin Su, he moved his finger away, and said softly: "I'm a disciple of Yue Ling Sect, I can't stay in Jiuyi Sect forever, maybe I will leave in a few days Well, in this way, I have very little time to spend with fellow Taoists, so of course I have to cherish a little bit."
"You can't go back."
"why?"
Wen Song looked at him suspiciously.
Yin Su lowered his fingers, "Do you still remember the curse in Boneless City?"
"Ah."
"That curse will gradually slow down your cultivation until there is no further progress."
Wen Songjing Yinsu reminded that the crazy appearance of the woman standing on the altar appeared in her mind, "Then... what should we do?"
"Perhaps the Buddhist cultivators will have a way," Yin Su thought of the classics he saw in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and said, "It is said in the "Yamfu Benye Jing": Sumeru can defeat karma and can break all kinds of evil obstacles. A type of evil obstacle, it should be breakable."
After finishing speaking, he looked at Wen Song, "If not, I'll think of another way. You are cursed, so stay here for now."
"Okay." Perhaps because Yin Su was by his side, Wen Song didn't have much fear of the curse on his body, "I heard from fellow Daoists."
The next day, after Yin Su finished practicing the sword, the two rode the flying sword together and left the Nine Yi Sect. Fangshi was not far from the sect's gate, and they arrived in about half an hour.
Half of the things sold here are sword cultivators from the Nine Yi Sect. Most of the things they sell are pills, magic weapons and other items. The remaining half are monks and casual cultivators from the small sect. There are too many, there are defensive jewelry specially designed for female cultivators, and there are also all kinds of strange small objects, which can be called strange.
Wen Song looked all the way over, the surprise in his eyes never retreated, "Susu, there are so many things here!"
Seeing Wen Song's energetic appearance, Yin Su deliberately reminded him of his purpose in coming to Fangshi, but he felt that even if he said it, Wen Song might not be able to listen.
"Susu, come and see this."
Yin Su stepped up and walked over. He looked at the blue jade hairpin in Wen Song's hand, and said softly, "This is Qingling jade. After wearing it, you can refresh your mind and clear your mind. If you like it, you can buy it."
Wen Song turned to look at Yin Su, with a pair of dark eyes carrying light, "Does Su Su look good?"
"It's okay."
Wen Song got the answer, turned around and bought the cyan jade hairpin, and carefully packed it in a box, "Let's go buy the medicine cauldron!"
Yin Su nodded slightly.
After buying the hairpin, Wen Song stopped wandering around. He bought an ordinary medicine cauldron at a ware repair stall, and then bought a lot of spiritual plants.
After going to Fangshi, more than half of the spirit stones were missing.
Wen Song felt pain in his heart, and he secretly decided: After learning alchemy, he will also earn other people's spirit stones.
After returning to Yinsu's cave, Wen Song took advantage of Yinsu's practice before, and hugged the box containing the green hairpin to his side, "Susu, this hairpin is for you."
Yin Su looked at the wooden box lying in Wen Song's palm, "For me?"
"Well," Wen Song said, "the first time I saw this spirit stone, I thought it was very suitable for you, so I bought it. Although there are not many spirit stones, don't be disgusted."
Yin Su's eyes fell on the box, but he didn't answer it.
Seeing that Yin Su didn't pick it up, Wen Song thought he didn't like it. After a while, he pursed his lips and hugged the box back. He whispered: "It's okay if you don't like it, I can wear it myself."
"It's not disgusting," Yin Su said, but he had never received gifts from others, "Give it to me."
Wen Song hesitated for a moment, then passed the box over...
Yinsu took the box, took out the hosta from it, and replaced the white hair band. The blue hosta matched his pale face, as if floating in clear water.
Wen Song looked at Yin Su's faded aura, and the disappointment receded just now, "I knew it would look good wearing it, Fellow Daoist."
Seeing Wen Song's admiring eyes, Yin Su took out the gray-blue stone from the ring, "This is for you."
Looking at the stone in Yin Su's hand, Wen Song couldn't believe the surprise, "This..."
"It's for you," Yin Su said, "Aren't friends supposed to reciprocate courtesy?"
This thing is of no use to him. The reason why he holds it in his hand is to better control Wen Song, and he doesn't need it now.
Wen Songdao: "But Fellow Daoist said at the time that I had to tell you the reason before I would consider giving me the stone."
Yin Su looked into Wen Song's joyful eyes, and said, "This is my return gift, so it goes without saying."
After Wen Song took the stone, he was still a little dizzy, "Su Su, you are so kind."
"Well," Yin Su accepted the compliment calmly.
When Yin Su started to practice, Wen Song summoned Ming Xin Jing, "Look, Xiao Ming, I got blood essence."
Ming Xinjing's first reaction was: "Did you tell him your bloodline?"
"No," Wen Song said, "it was given to me by the host."
Ming said reflexively, "How could that knocker be so generous?"
Holding the mirror, Wen Song defended Yin Su, "Su Su doesn't treat friends at all."
Ming Xinjing said: "Then why didn't he give the blood essence to your friend when he was in the secret realm?"
"Well," Wen Song couldn't figure it out, "Maybe it's not time yet!"
He's not the type to find out the truth, and since he can't figure it out, he doesn't want to embarrass himself, "Xiao Ming, how do I use this thing?"
Ming Xinjing said: "For those who are born with the blood of the polar ice fox, it is better to refine it directly."
"Well," Wen Song put the mirror aside, sat cross-legged and absorbed the essence and blood into the dantian.
As soon as the blood essence entered his body, the gray-blue shell instantly melted away, turning into a rich ice-blue color. He carefully controlled the spiritual power to penetrate into it, trying to refine it into his own blood.
Wen Song's spiritual root belongs to water, which is similar to the spiritual power of the Jiyu ice fox, and because of his blood, it should be easy to refine this blood, but unfortunately, he cursed at this time Being entangled, he couldn't control the spiritual power well at all, so that the energy released by the blood essence directly entered the meridians.
As long as the spiritual power is slightly out of control, the energy in the blood essence will start to rampage through the meridians, and Wen Song is in so much pain that he sheds tears.
Sensing Wen Song's chaotic breath, Yin Su woke up from his trance. He got off the stone bed and set up a small spirit gathering array around him.
When Wen Song's spiritual power was running stagnantly, Yin Su guided the spiritual power in the formation into his dantian.
After someone protected the law, Wen Song's refinement became much smoother, and the essence and blood slowly nourished his meridians, purified his spiritual roots, and changed his appearance.
As the essence and blood became smaller and smaller, Wen Song felt that his ears were getting more and more itchy. He tried his best to ignore this feeling and concentrate on refining the essence and blood.
Wen Song couldn't see his own changes, but Yin Su who was beside him could directly observe. He looked at Wen Song's fluffy ears and wanted to touch them.
Yin Su's eyes swayed with the shaking of his ears. Do these pointed and big ears belong to minks or foxes?
The pearl-sized blood essence had almost no form after a month. Wen Song thought the refinement was complete, but when he returned the spiritual power to the dantian, a young man with blood oozing eyes suddenly appeared in the sea of consciousness.
After a while, the shadow of that young man gradually became blurred again, and Wen Song had a feeling: the drop of blood in his body belonged to this young man.
Who is this guy?
Is he still alive?
Why is his essence and blood on Mu Xiangling's body?
no answer...
Another day passed, and Wen Song opened his eyes. He looked at the formation around him, and at Yin Su beside him, and suddenly understood the reason why refining the blood essence was so smooth, "Thank you, Su Su."
"Well," Yin Su looked at the two pointed ears on Wen Song's head, and twisted his fingers, "Come here."
Wen Song moved to sit next to Yin Su, "What are you doing?"
Yin Su put his hand on Wen Song's ear, and smoothed it from the inside to the outside. Feeling the soft touch of the ear, he couldn't help but smooth it again.
Wen Song was a little dazed at first, but when a strange feeling appeared in his ears, he quickly stepped back, "You... What are you touching my ears for?"
Yin Su looked at the two white hairs plucked from the palm of his hand, pinched them up, and put them in front of Wen Song, "What is this?"
Wen Song: "..."
How did he know what it was?
Wen Song touched his ears, startled by the fluffy touch, "What's wrong with my ears?"
Yin Su looked at him, "I also want to ask you."
Wen Song picked up the Mingxin mirror next to him, put it in front of him to take a picture, and found that his human ears had turned into two furry fox ears.
He looked at Yin Su's probing gaze, and raised his hands to cover his ears.
Just... to hide your ears and steal your bell.
Seeing his silly actions, Yin Su couldn't help showing a smile, "Are you a mink or a fox?"
Wen Song said: "It's a mink."
Yin Su nodded, "Oh, that's a fox."
Wen Song lowered his head.
Ming Xin Jing was about to be stupefied by its master/person.
After a while, Wen Song raised his head and looked at Yin Su, "Su Su, are you still touching your ears?"
Yin Su beckoned, "Come here."
Wen Song moved back again, "Touch lightly."
"Well," Yin Su responded easily.
The fox's ears are much more sensitive than Wen Song's before, especially when Yin Su's finger brushed against it, it was itchy and numb, which made Wen Song want to sigh comfortably.
This is even more tormenting than the kind of hair-pulling just now.
Wen Song gritted his teeth and held back. After a long while, he looked at the man who was stroking the hair, and complained a little: "Haven't you finished touching it?"
Yin Su looked at Wen Song whose face was flushed red, and withdrew his hand somewhat unsatisfied, "I'll touch it later."
"No."
Yin Su reminded him, "I gave you that drop of blood."
Wen Song recalled the feeling of being shoved by Mao Mao just now, and felt very ashamed, "That's not okay, these are my ears."
Yin Su looked at him, "You are not good."
Wen Song turned his head to avoid Yin Su's eyes, his whole body conveyed a meaning: don't touch.
Yin Su asked Wen Song to resist, so he didn't mention it. He got up from the ground and walked out of the cave.
Wen Song looked at Yin Su's back, feeling anxious in his heart, "Xiao Ming, is Su Su angry?"
Ming Xinjing turned his head on the ground and pointed the handle of the mirror at Wen Song. It didn't know if Yin Su was angry, but he was quite angry anyway, "Why don't you find a safe place to refine blood?"
Wen Song's accusation against it was a bit inexplicable, "This is the Nine Yi Sect, not the Yueling Gate. Fellow Daoist Yin is the safest place for me, and if there is no Su Su to protect me this time, I may not Can't refine that drop of blood."
Ming Xinjing thought of Yin Su's extradition of spiritual power to Wen Song every day for the past month, and she was speechless.
Wen Song picked up the mirror and took a look at his face.
The person in the mirror has clear eyebrows, and the originally flat nose has become a small, straight nose, like a bulge on a jade mountain, or like a puff of fresh snow, so good-looking that I wish it could be pinched.
Wen Song really pinched it with his hands, "Xiao Ming, is this really my nose?"
"Why is my nose so beautiful?"
Seeing his ugly appearance, Ming Xinjing said, "Look at your forehead."
Wen Song looked away from his nose, and said sadly, "Why is your forehead still flat?"
Ming Xinjing said: "There is not enough essence and blood."
Wen Song looked at the handsome young man in the mirror, and bent his lips, "I will work hard to find blood in the future."
He looked at the ear in the mirror, in case Yin Su wanted to stroke it when he came back, he wanted to put it away, but he moved and moved again, and the tip of the ear was still there.
Wen Song had no choice but to let it go.
Because of this ear, he didn't dare to go out, so he could only meditate in the cave.
When Yinsu came back, the cold moonlight filled the shadows of the branches.
When Wen Song heard the movement, he ran out of the stone bed without his shoes on, "Susu, where have you been?"
"The Sutra Pavilion," Yin Su looked at Wen Song's hairy ears and asked him, "Why don't you put your ears back?"
Wen Song whispered: "I can't take it back."
He asked for help: "Is there any way for Su Su?"
Yin Su smiled lightly, "Let me touch it?"
Wen Song nodded.
Yin Su said, "How did you close your ears?"
Wen Song replied: "Transfer the spiritual power to the ears, and then use all your strength to recover it."
Hearing this answer, Yin Su smiled even more, "The fox's ear is also your ear, where do you want to receive it?"
Wen Song also felt stupid when he heard Yin Su said, "Then what should I do?"
Yin Su asked, "What's in that stone?"
"Essence of blood," Wen Song replied frankly, after all, there is no point in hiding it now.
Yin Su thought for a while, and said: "Blood refinement, also known as complementing blood, is a matter of inheriting talent. It's best not to correct it forcibly. You can wait for it to degenerate into a human ear naturally."
After listening to it, Wen Song felt that it made sense, and also felt that Yin Su was fooling him into leaving his ears for him to squeeze, "Really?"
Yin Su gave an affirmative "hmm".
"Then keep it," Wen Song believed him, "but how can I get out?"
"Stay well in the cave and practice alchemy," Yin Su said, "When your ears degenerate, we will go to Jingyin Temple to undo the curse on your body."
"Ah."
Wen Song went back to the cave holding his two pointed ears.
作者有话要说:感谢在2020-01-0722:43:48~2020-01-0821:36:05期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~
Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Timer is not as good as recalling 1;
Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 6 bottles of spring and summer of gorgeous youth; 65 bottles of stars;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
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Chapter 472 8 hours ago -
Elf: Go, my Kun Kun!
Chapter 165 19 hours ago -
Douluo: Join the Spirit Hall, I will bring Fei Qian Renxue
Chapter 300 19 hours ago -
Marvel: Ancient One comes to visit, can Xiang Lei protect him?
Chapter 295 19 hours ago -
Traveling through the world of immortal cultivation with the game panel
Chapter 495 19 hours ago -
Pokémon: I'm just an ordinary breeder
Chapter 728 19 hours ago -
Naruto: In Konoha, living with the girlish Naruto and Sasuke
Chapter 593 19 hours ago -
After the mission was completed, the yandere boyfriend turned evil
Chapter 188 19 hours ago -
When the Empress Becomes a Rich Family's Wasted Daughter
Chapter 289 21 hours ago -
The handsome men of the comics rushed over
Chapter 155 21 hours ago