Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

Seeing his reckless appearance, Wen Song had no choice but to suffer this dull loss.

But I made up my mind in my heart, I want to get rid of this consonance, otherwise I will be found no matter where I go in the future, and it is too unsafe.

"Come on, let's go out."

The triple pagoda set up three formations, and after the Thousand Illusion Formation was broken, Yin Su could go out, but it took some time to wait for Wen Song to wake up.

"it is good."

As soon as the two came out, they felt the unusual atmosphere.

The crowd was divided into two waves, some surrounded the center with a vigilant look, while the other stood around in twos and threes, watching from the sidelines.

There were about a dozen people in the center, and two-thirds of them were women.

When they saw someone coming out of the formation, they obviously became more anxious. A woman wearing a lotus-blue cloud-shaped thousand-water skirt suggested: "Treasures should be reserved for those who are capable. Why don't we all have a competition and then decide on the treasure?" How about staying?"

At first glance, this proposal was very fair, but not many people responded to her.

"When the rest of the people come out of the formation, the four-storied tower will be opened immediately. Who knows how much time is left for us to compete?"

"That's right, everyone is in the foundation building stage, and there is not much difference in realm, it is nothing more than a waste of spiritual power."

Seeing that her proposal was rejected, the woman who made the suggestion was a little annoyed, "Then tell me, who should recognize the master in this clear state of mind?"

As soon as Wen Song heard Ming's state of mind, his ears immediately perked up, and he leaned forward to see what the mirror looked like.

Yin Su patted his head, "Be more reserved, it's just a broken mirror, and it's worth being so rare like you."

Yin Su's voice was not loud but not low enough to be heard by everyone standing here.

Those who were competing for the Ming state of mind heard his words and turned their heads to see who dared to say such brazen words.

However, after reading it, Qiqi fell silent.

Almost everyone of them has heard the name of Yinsu more or less. He was born as the only son of Yinwei, the patriarch of the Nine Yi Sect. Qualifications look down on this "broken mirror".

Wen Song didn't notice the silent reaction of the crowd. He looked at the precious mirror suspended in the center, his eyes sparkling, "Fellow Daoist, when we came out of the formation just now, you said I belonged to you, right?"

"En," Yin Su replied lazily.

The amount of information revealed in the dialogue between two people is too great. For example, "I am your person" sounds so ambiguous that it is hard not to think in a wrong way.

Everyone smacked the meaning in their hearts, and then looked at Qi Mu in unison.

After all, before this, Wen Song had been around him all the time.

However, to their disappointment, Qi Mu's expressionless and cold face from the beginning to the end made it hard to see what kind of twists and turns he had gone through.

Everyone had to turn their attention back to Wen Song.

Seeing that he agreed, Wen Song continued, "Can fellow Taoist help me get the state of mind?"

This request made those cultivators around the mirror instantly nervous.

Just when the tense atmosphere reached its peak, there was movement at the gate of the left position.

Before Wen Song could see who it was, he saw the mirror of bright heart floating there trembled twice, and flew towards the position of the gate of Liwei formation.

"Not good, Ming's state of mind has a spirit, if you want to be independent, you can be the master."

Wen Song's heart sank, he knew who came out.

Wen Fu, who had just come out of the formation, was also startled by the aura that rushed towards his face. He wanted to get out of the way, but after hearing the words "Ming Xinjing", he stopped abruptly.

The precious mirror flew closer and closer, but just when it was within an inch of Wen Fu's eyebrows, the inspiration flashed.

But it was intercepted.

Yin Su took back the phoenix silk, took off the mirror wrapped around it, and handed it to Wen Song, "This thing is a treasure of the Yueling Sect. If you take it, you will be a disciple of the Yueling Sect after you get out."

Wen Song looked at Ming Xinjing in front of him, and then at Yin Su, who had won the mirror for him, and was immediately moved. He originally planned to hide from Wen Fu after he got the mirror of Ming Xin, and wait until he came out. After leaving the Nine-storied Pagoda, I found a place to get up again, but I didn't expect to turn around, "Fellow Daoist, this...is this for me?"

Seeing that tears started to accumulate in his eyes again, Yin Su quickly interrupted him, "Don't cry, if you dare to shed a tear, this mirror is not yours anymore."

Wen Song didn't dare to cry anymore, he raised his head and held back his tears.

Those who wanted Mingxinjing were very dissatisfied when they saw that Yinsu intercepted Mingxinjing, and some people murmured, "Didn't you say that the mirror is broken?"

Anyone who is a cultivator has clear ears and eyes, and Yin Su can hear his voice no matter how low it is. He looked at the speaker with a pair of black and white eyes that were calm, "You are the one complaining?"

The muttering person involuntarily took a step back when he met Shang Yinsu's calm eyes.

Not only is he afraid of Yin Weizhi behind him, but he is also afraid of himself.

Wen Fu suddenly felt empty after Ming Xinjing was intercepted, as if he had lost an extremely important opportunity. He looked at the Ming Xin Jing in Yin Su's hand, and somehow felt that this should not be the case.

"Brother, can you return the mirror to me?"

Wen Songdao: "Ming Xinjing has never recognized you as the master, so how can you return it?"

"But it was flying towards me," Wen Fu lowered his brows and pleaded, "I feel that this thing is very important to me, and I ask my brother to take care of the blood relationship and don't break my path."

Wen Song didn't like him at all, "I saw that a lot of people were fighting for the Ming state of mind just now. It can be seen that this thing is very important to everyone. Why did it come to you and cut off your path?"

"If your path can only be determined by a mirror, then it is too thin."

The man in blue shirt standing beside Wen Fu and supporting him frowned when he heard this, "How can you be so mean to your brother?"

Wen Song's eyes turned cold, and before he could say anything, Yin Su pressed him down.

"Fellow Daoist Yin, I remember that your father had already entered into a marriage contract with the disciples of the Yueling Sect Huayan Daoist, why now he has someone else's waist in his arms."

When Yin Lu heard about the marriage contract, his eyes were a little annoyed, "The prostitute sees/prostitution, I just saw that Taoist Wen's ankle was injured by Yin Huo, so I will help him."

Yin Su rubbed the photo stone in his hand, "Since Daoist Yin is not guilty at all, after leaving the nine-storied pagoda, it's okay for me to hand over this photo stone to Master Huayan, right?"

Yin Lu's face darkened. As we all know, the real Huayan of Yue Lingmen is the most defensive person. If he saw the picture of him hugging Wen Fu's slender waist, his arm would probably be broken.

Regardless of whether Yin Lu was guilty or not, he had no choice but to let go of Wen Fu's waist, and because of the threat of the photo stone, he did not dare to say anything.

So far, no one has raised any objections to Wen Song's state of mind.

Yinsu guides his little/slave/slave to recognize the master stumblingly, and even if the treasure mirror that gave birth to the spirit of Qi is unwilling, he can only succumb to reality.