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Sang Yi's eyes reflected Wen Song's serious look, but Chong Yao's shadow appeared in his mind, "How about I send you to Shen Yuefeng to study for a while as a teacher?"

Wen Song: "...??"

He was dazed, a little out of sync with Sang Yi's thoughts.

"But didn't Master say a few days ago that...the world of cultivation is not limited to Zhenjun Chongyao and alchemy?"

Sang Yi met the little apprentice's puzzled gaze, covered his sleeves and coughed, "You have just entered the alchemy path, and your foundation is at a time when it is weak, and you still need someone to guide you, but Chongyao, no matter what else, is on the alchemy path. The accomplishments are extremely high.”

Wen Song didn't really want to go, the whole Yue Lingmen knew that his master was not dealing with Zhenjun Chongyao, if he went, wouldn't it be equivalent to slapping his master in the face?

Of course he couldn't do such a thing.

"I know that the master is thinking about the disciples, but the disciples also have to protect the dignity of the master. I can read more medical scriptures and practice more."

Sang Yi was choked by Wen Song's words, and after a moment of silence, he said: "A cultivator should focus on the way, and don't have to stick to these small details, and the way of alchemy is subtle, if no one guides you, you will inevitably take many detours , of no benefit to Daoji."

"Master, I hope you can think carefully before answering."

After he finished speaking, although there was no change on his face, his fingers were closed.

Hearing this, Wen Song's firm heart was shaken a little. He knew that what Sang Yi said was right, but "Chongyao Zhenjun... may not be willing to teach me!"

"You don't have to worry about this," Sang Yi thought of those rare spiritual plants in the ring, with a smile on his lips, "he will be willing."

Having said that, Wen Song couldn't say anything to refuse, "Thank you, Master, this disciple will definitely live up to Master's painstaking efforts."

"Ah."

The next step is the choice of exercises.

Sang Yi said: "Your spiritual root belongs to water, which is very suitable for practicing illusion, but it depends on your own will. Not all disciples of Changyue Peak practice illusion. If you don't want to, you can go to Lanyue Pavilion Find your own skills."

"I am willing," Wen Song thought suddenly after Sang Yi finished speaking. It was a mysterious and mysterious feeling, as if something in his body was urging him to agree, "The disciple is willing to practice Illusion."

Seeing Wen Song blurt out, Sang Yi asked one more question, "But it's decided?"

"Yes," Wen Song said solemnly, "The disciple has decided."

Sang Yi saw the serious expression on the person's face, and said: "Since that's the case, I will give you the "Yun Qing Jian" as a teacher."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and flew out a flash of spiritual light, which submerged into Wen Song's sea of ​​consciousness.

Wen Song felt it for a while, and found that there was a white jade disc in the sea of ​​consciousness, with engraved characters on it. If you get closer, you can feel the coercion on it, "Thank you, Master, for the gift."

"Let's go back!"

"Yes."

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When he returned to the cave, Wen Song looked around, but he didn't see Yin Su's shadow. He looked at the Xuanyin fruit placed on the stone table, swallowed his saliva, and walked over quickly.

When Yinsu was there two days ago, he didn't dare to eat too much, for fear that Yinsu would dislike him for eating too much, and then make him pay for the fruit.

But this time there is no need, Wen Song looked at the empty cave, happily grabbed a Xuanyin fruit, and ate it into his stomach in two or three bites.

There are ten spirit fruits in total. If he eats them like this, they should be gone soon. Wen Song thought for a while and turned into a little fox. Then he jumped onto the stone table neatly and gnawed on the sweet spirit fruits. .

When Yinsu came back from practicing swords outside, he saw such a scene. On the stone table was a fluffy little fox, holding the spirit fruit in its paws, eating happily, with the mouth The fur is full of bright red juice.

"How did it turn into its original form?"

When Wen Song heard Yin Su's voice, his small body froze. He quickly stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked Mao Mao, trying to create the illusion that he didn't eat much, "When did Su Su come back?"

Yin Su walked over, grabbed the little fox by the back of the neck, and performed a cleansing technique on him, "Just came back," he looked at the clean jade plate, and squeezed Wen Song's ears, "Why did you eat so much? many?"

Wen Song stayed in Yinsu's arms and didn't dare to move. His claws were together, and he looked very cute, "Susu's spiritual fruit is so delicious, I ate it and it... disappeared."

Yin Su probed the dantian of Xiaomao Tuan, his brows folded slightly, "Don't eat so much next time."

The little fox's ears perked up, and he thought to himself: Does Su Su really dislike him?

"Although Xuanyin fruit is compatible with your attributes, eating too much will cause the spiritual power in the fruit to accumulate in the dantian, and you need to drain it slowly afterwards."

After the little fox heard this explanation, his ears returned to their original state. He yelled and promised, "I will definitely not eat so much next time."

Yin Su asked him, "What do you eat to turn it into its original form?"

Wen Song blinked, "This spirit fruit is too small. If you turn into a fox, you can eat it for a longer time."

Yin Su rubbed his head, "Like to eat?"

Wen Song rubbed his dry and warm palm, "Yeah!"

Yin Su thought of Wen Song's lack of restraint, and said: "In the future, there should be no more than three."

The little fox's blue eyes lit up, "Can I eat three every day?"

He thought that after being caught, he would have to pay for the fruit, but he didn't expect that not only would he not have to pay, but he would also have spiritual fruit to eat...

Yin Su let out a "huh".

When Wen Song heard the affirmative answer, he let out a happy "woo". He arched into Yinsu's arms, expressing his love, "Susu is so nice."

Yin Su looked at the little fox who was rubbing back and forth on his chest, and smoothed his fur.

But before Wen Song was happy for a while, his dantian began to feel uncomfortable. It was the kind of rising pain, not strong, but uncomfortable...

Wen Song spread out in Yinsu's palm, hugged his abdomen with two paws, and complained to him, "Susu, it hurts here."

Yin Su looked at the place where he was covering, and asked him: "Can you channel spiritual power?"

Wen Song shook his head pitifully.

Yin Su sighed helplessly, and put his hand on Mao Tuanzi's abdomen to channel his spiritual power.

The spiritual power between Taoist couples can be blended, and Wen Song felt the soft spiritual power of another vein, and comfortably spread it into a fox cake.

He thought that he hadn't told Yin Su about what happened in Liuyue Palace today, so he took advantage of this time to say it. After finishing, he was very moved and said: "Su Su, I think Master is very good, he obviously hates Chong Yao very much. Zhenjun, but he is still willing to mediate for me."

Yin Su looked at the little fox's moved expression, and asked, "How do you know that your master doesn't like Zhenjun Chongyao?"

He is not familiar with Zhenjun Sangyi, but he can tell from the relationship between Jiemen and Feizhou that the relationship between the two Zhenjun should be good, because neither of them dares to hand over their backs to a really annoying person. people.

"Well," Wen Song wrinkled the tip of his nose upwards, "I think the two of them have to fight each other every time they meet. Shouldn't they be as affectionate as we are when we have a good relationship?"

"Stupid thing," Yin Su rubbed Wen Song's fluffy and soft fur, and said, "Don't just look at the surface when looking at people."

Wen Song heard what Yin Su said about him, and his little paw "slapped" the back of Yin Su's hand, "Foxes are very smart."

I am no exception.

Yin Su read the unfinished words of Xiaomaotuan from those watery eyes, and he couldn't help laughing and said: "A smart fox who eats spiritual fruit and accumulates the spiritual power he eats, and then doesn't know how to channel spiritual power?"

Wen Song heard Yin Su's irony, and he pushed his hand away angrily, not wanting him to counsel him.

Yin Su didn't give him a chance to be self-willed, he bound the little fox with spiritual power, and then guided him, "You have already established your foundation, but Zhenjun Sang Yi has chosen a skill for you?"

Wen Song was still angry, how could he care about others, he closed his eyes as if he couldn't see Yinsu.

The spiritual power of Yin Su's fingertips stopped for a moment, and he said slowly: "Do you still want to eat the spiritual fruit tomorrow?"

The little fox's eyelashes trembled, but they still didn't open.

Yinsu went on to say: "I remember that there is also a kind of spiritual fruit in Najie. The flesh is delicate and soft, the taste is sweet and delicious, the juice is abundant, and the spiritual power contained is mild, which will not cause spiritual stasis."

Wen Song opened his eyes while drooling, and said firmly, "I want to eat."

Yin Su said, "What did I ask you just now?"

Wen Song didn't make much resistance, and succumbed to the temptation of the spiritual fruit, "Master gave me two choices, one is to let me practice illusion, and the other is to go to Lanyue Pavilion to choose my own skills. I chose Illusion."

He recalled the situation at that time, "At that time... I instinctively felt that I should choose illusion."

After thinking about it, Yin Su said, "Perhaps it is a characteristic hidden in the blood, and the fox family is naturally good at illusion."

"Maybe." Wen Song doesn't care much about this now, what he cares about is, "Can I eat that delicious spiritual fruit tomorrow?"

Yin Su looked at the little fox's blue eyes full of expectation, and responded.

Wen Song was instantly satisfied.

Half an hour later, Yin Su finished channeling the spiritual power in Mao Tuanzi's dantian, and just as he was about to touch his tail, the little fox in the clinker's arms sprinted to the side.

Wen Song turned into a human form, and then quickly got into his clothes, "Su Su, I'm going to practice."

As his words fell, a touch of whiteness flashed in front of Yin Su's eyes, and the most impressive thing was undoubtedly the two round and plump peach petals.

Yin Su turned his eyes away and didn't intend to look more, but seeing it was seeing it, and this memory remained in his mind after all.

Wen Song only put on his clothes, but didn't put on a hair crown. His black hair let out and snaked along his back to his waist.

Yin Su stepped forward and picked up the Liuyun hairpin on the ground and handed it over, "Pull up your hair."

Wen Song pushed the hairpin back, "It's uncomfortable, I don't want to tie it up."

Yinsu didn't force it either.

After that, Wen Song began to investigate the exercise in the sea of ​​knowledge.

Sang Yi gave his practice the name "Yun Qing Jian", which means that the illusion is like overlapping clouds, breaking the barriers of Ming and Qing.

Wen Song reached out a wisp of consciousness, and slowly infiltrated it into the piece of jade in the sea of ​​consciousness. After touching the body of the jade, the sea of ​​consciousness suddenly fell into the vast white mist, with thousands of clouds and water, and thousands of clouds Water, layer upon layer, repeats without rest.

He is in the midst of overlapping unadorned clouds and flowing water, the brilliance of the sun and the moon shines outside the sky, and suddenly the clouds and water disperse, revealing his true nature, but the true is not true, it is an illusion.

This is the first stage of "Yun Qing Jian".

When Wen Song got out of the exercise, he hadn't recovered yet, he was still immersed in that mysterious and distant realm.

This is undoubtedly a book that is very suitable for him, and it is very compatible with his spiritual root and blood. It is only the first time to sink into it, and every bit of his blood is telling of intimacy.

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