Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

Hearing Qi Ling's flattering words blurted out in order to protect himself, Wen Song felt even more disappointed.

He hugged the mirror and let out a faint sigh, which seemed to be self-pitying, which frightened the spirit of the Ming state of mind. Fortunately, Wen Song was only sad and didn't bother it anymore.

One person, one mirror barely lived in peace.

The speed of time inside the nine-storied pagoda is probably different from that outside. After half a day, hundreds of people have come out of the inside one after another.

It's just that Yin Su was nowhere to be seen.

Wen Song touched his deflated stomach and felt a little hungry. He stared at the position of the tower gate, hoping that Yin Su would come out sooner.

During the waiting process, the sky gradually darkened, and the tower was covered with a layer of black veil amidst the ups and downs of mist.

Wen Song was a little tired, he closed his eyes, and was about to squint for a while, but his eyelids became heavier and heavier, causing him to fall asleep directly.

"Hey, ugly thing, wake up."

Wen Song frowned, subconsciously retorted: "I'm not ugly."

He opened his eyes in a daze, and a familiar red color shot into his eyes, "Friend Yin?"

"Well, it's me," Yin Su looked at the slovenly Wen Song, rarely showing any disgust, "You've been waiting here all this time?"

"That's right." Probably because he just woke up, Wen Song's voice was soft and sandy, which made Yin Su feel a little cute.

Wen Song rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, and complained: "Why did you take so long to come out, I'm so hungry after waiting."

For obedient slaves, Yin Su is not stingy with rewards, "Remove the array, and I will give you some spiritual fruits."

Wen Song still had some doubts about what he gave, "Again...for nothing?"

"Well," Yin Su took out dozens of spiritual fruits from the ring and handed them to him, "Your cultivation base is shallow, so don't be greedy."

Wen Song took the spirit fruit and didn't dare to eat it.

"Aren't you hungry? Why don't you eat?"

Wen Song hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Is there anything on the spirit fruit?"

Yin Su slapped him directly on the head.

After eating, the two returned to the place where the five great immortal sects were stationed. The hall was no longer empty as before, and several rows of monks stood behind the emblems of each sect.

Yin Su walked to the center of the hall, cupped his hands and said, "Yin Su pays homage to all the real people."

"Yinsu, 23 years old, seven-story foundation, nine-storied pagoda to test the leader."

As soon as these words came out, many people immediately looked sideways. They are young, good-natured, and highly enlightened. Sooner or later, such a person will soar into the sky. No matter which sect they are, they will rush to get them.

And in fact, it is.

Except for Yunhuan Palace who withdrew from the competition because all the disciples in the sect were female, the other four major sects tried their best to scoop up this good seed.

Yin Weizhi is the most exaggerated one. In order to keep his son, he promised a lot of benefits, "If you come to Jiuyi Sect, you can choose from the suzerain's private treasury, and you can browse through the classics of the Cangjing Pavilion."

The other elders were very speechless, who didn't know that the suzerain of the Nine Yi Sect is you!

Wen Song stood and watched, thinking of Lemon in his heart. Compared with Yinsu's situation of being robbed by people, he was like a dog ignoring him.

The more I think about it, the more sad I feel.

Yin Su looked coldly in the audience, "Thank you for your kindness, the junior wants to learn the way of swordsmanship."

"Excellent," Yin Weizhi clapped his hands and smiled, "Nine Yi Sect is the sect of ten thousand swords, and it will never disappoint you."

It's a pity for Master Huayan, but it's not incomprehensible, "Congratulations to Sovereign Yin."

Yin Weizhi stretched his brows and eyes, "I also want to thank Yue Lingmen for giving in."

Immortal Huayan: "..."

I didn't let it go, it's just that you are not willing to spend resources.

Yin Weizhi glanced at the people who entered the palace with his son, and felt that as an old father, it was necessary to do something for him, "Aren't you dissatisfied with that Wen Song? Why don't you give him to Jiuyizong?" .”

Master Huayan endured it, but he still didn't hold back, "He has already recognized the treasure of the Yueling Sect, how can he switch to another sect?"

"It's just a treasure, just exchange it with you, why bother?"

Yin Weizhi took it for granted.

If it wasn't for the other party's cultivation level being much higher than hers, Hua Yan would have wanted to knock him down on the ground and beat him up, what is nothing but a treasure, this is a treasure that gave birth to a spirit!

Can the two be compared?

She tactfully declined and said: "Mirror of Mind is the most precious treasure in my sect, without the consent of the suzerain, Hua Yan may not agree."

Yin Weizhi looked at her sympathetically, "You can't even decide on such a trivial matter, you, an elder, are really miserable."

Immortal Huayan stalked, "Yes, there is no suzerain glory."

After the trial is over, the elders of the major sects will take the selected disciples back home.

Wen Song never thought that the parting would be so fast that he would not even have time to feel sad.

Before the flying boat sailed away, he ran to Yin Su, his dark eyes seemed to have thousands of stars sleeping, "Take care, fellow Taoist!"

Yin Su said hello.

"Does A Su like him very much?" Yin Weizhi came behind him at some point.

"It's a little bit," Yin Su thought of the ugly thing snoring outside the tower, with a faint smile on his lips, although he knew that Wen Song was waiting outside the tower because of his threat, but I have to say that it feels good to have someone waiting when you come out of the tower.

Yin Weizhi said in a low voice: "My father didn't help you snatch him to Jiuyi Sect."

"He has his way."

"I remember that my father has a good personal relationship with Zhenjun Chongyao. I hope that my father can mediate a little bit from it. Please Zhenjun consider it when accepting disciples."

Yin Weizhi never responded to his son, "Okay, I'll send him a message."

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Wen Song sat cross-legged on the flying boat. Not long after, an unexpected guest came.

"Brother, can I sit here?"

When Wen Song saw the person coming, he suddenly felt like he had stepped on dog shit, which really confirmed the sentence: Where in life do we never meet again.

"You...you should sit somewhere else!"

After Wen Fu was rejected, there was a hint of sadness in his eyes, "Brother, did you misunderstand me, why have you hated me since entering the tower?"

"I just prefer to be alone." Wen Song is a life-saving person. He doesn't know whether Wen Fu will have other means to know his blood after losing his Ming state of mind, so he doesn't want to spend more time with him. Contact, after all, there is only a thousand days to be a thief, how can there be a thousand days to guard against a thief.

Wen Fu bit his lip, a little aggrieved, "Brother, don't you even want to give me half a moment?"

Wen Song was silent, yes, he didn't want to.

Wen Fu's eye feathers trembled, and he said in a low voice: "Since elder brother hates me so much, I won't be here to obstruct elder brother's eyes."

After speaking, there was a frown between his brows, and he left his sight with a depressed look.

Wen Song: "..."

Brother, do you not understand human language or something?

He said a few words from the beginning to the end, so why did he still slander him empty-handed?