Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

Except for this turmoil, Wen Song's life in Shen Yuefeng is generally very peaceful: every five days, he listens to Zhenjun Chongyao's lecture on alchemy, and then takes his other homework back to slowly enlighten and practice , in the process of going round and round, his foundation was polished and firmed bit by bit.

Unknowingly, those unstable moods due to the sudden increase in cultivation gradually settled down, and even reached a higher level.

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Wen Song's cave is located halfway up the mountain, with green branches mixed with lingering mist, and the eyes are full of smoke at a glance. Yin Su sits on a flat place outside the cave, and takes out a small pot of spirit wine.

He uncorked the wine, raised his head and took a sip of the strong wine. The remaining liquid wet his moist lips, then slid down the corners of his lips, and landed on the concave collarbone around his neck. He handed the spirit wine he had drunk To the young man next to him, "Two years have passed, and my cultivation has improved a lot."

Wen Song took the jug and sat with him. He looked down at the place where Yin Su's lips touched, his cheeks blushed, "The two masters who taught me are both powerful in the cultivation world. Wouldn't it be too stupid not to enter the country?"

Yin Su smiled and said, "Now I have learned to turn a corner and praise myself."

"Where is it?" Wen Song retorted: "I obviously praised Master and Zhenjun Chongyao, and by the way... I praised myself."

Yin Su looked at the young man with blushing cheeks holding the flagon, and said, "Don't you like drinking spirit wine?"

Wen Song tightened the flagon in his hand, and said no.

"Then why don't you drink?"

"Drink...drink," after Wen Song stammered his response, he immediately took a big gulp for himself. As soon as the clinker was drunk, he was spit out a big bag of tears. He looked at Yin with tears in his eyes. Su, "So... so spicy."

Looking at his miserable appearance, Yin Su felt a little helpless, "It's just strong wine, how can you drink it so fast?"

The spirit wine was intoxicating, and the strong wine was heart-burning. Wen Song drank the wine, his face was really red, he hugged his stomach, and shed two tears, "Su Su, it's uncomfortable here."

The corners of the young man's eyes were red, as if a red carp had been lying on it, and when the crystal tears came out of the frame, the red carp flicked its tail gently as if frightened, and a rouge-colored drop fell.

Looking at Wen Song's aggrieved expression, Yin Su felt both distressed and amused. He raised his hand to try to wipe away the tears on his face, and said, "Silly thing."

Wen Song was just in a daze, so he didn't hear what he said clearly. He was panting, and tugged at his front, "Su Su, I'm hot..."

Yin Su held his hand, "Let's go back to the cave first."

"No," Wen Song shook his head, very unreasonable, "I want to blow the wind here."

He struggled indiscriminately, causing the clothes of the two of them to be messed up a lot. Yin Su performed a fixation technique on him, and then they were restrained.

After Wen Song couldn't move, he was very sad, with tears streaming down his eyes, while looking at Yinsu with accusing eyes.

Yin Su picked up the man and quickly went back to the cave. After putting him on the stone bed covered with animal skins, he immediately released the spell on him, "Don't cry."

Wen Song sniffed and said, "Su Su is good or bad!"

Yin Su looked at the man who hadn't recovered his mind, and didn't care about him, "Yes, I'm bad."

After Wen Song heard Yin Su's echo, he nodded in agreement. He lay on the soft fur, feeling a little tired, "Su Su, I want to sleep."

Yin Su looked at the teardrops that had gushed just now, and wiped them again, "Sleep!"

After getting Yin Su's response, the boy on the bed snorted and fell asleep.

Yin Su looked at the young man who was sleeping sweetly, and thought to himself: He can't drink so little, so he won't be allowed to drink in the future.

When Wen Song woke up, it was already night.

He rubbed his eyes in bewilderment, still a little bit confused about today and night, "Su Su."

"woke up?"

Yin Su put down the array disk he had recorded in his hand, and turned his head to look over.

"Well," Wen Song got off the stone bed, walked slowly to sit next to Yin Su, and he leaned on his shoulder, still a little unmotivated, "Su Su, your spiritual wine is so bad! "

His voice was soft, like a coquettish complaint, falling into Yin Su's ears, making his heart soften, "If you don't like it, then you won't drink it."

Wen Song let out a "hmm".

The two stood shoulder to shoulder, legs next to legs, in a very intimate posture.

Knowing that he hadn't recovered yet, Yin Su sat quietly and let him lean on him, "We have news from the different fire."

"Well," Wen Song said, "what news?"

Yin Su said: "It is rumored that there is a green inkstone fire in Zhaoye Mountain."

Wen Song said, "Is it a rumor?"

"Well," Yin Su lightly rubbed the edge of the array, and said cautiously: "Although I don't know how true the news is, but the strange fire is hard to find, so I have to take a look."

Wen Song raised his eyes, "Then when shall we leave?"

"The sooner the better," Yin Su pressed his brows, "There are hundreds of different fires in the world, and only seven or eight are compatible with you. This time, the green inkstone fire in this world belongs to water and yin, and it is exactly compatible with your attributes." .”

He was talking, but his face was not so relaxed, "However, in the cultivation world, there are not a few people who cultivate alchemy with water spirit roots, so there will never be fewer people who snatch different fires. If Zhaoye Xianshan really has Qingyanhuo, Still need to prepare early.”

"Okay," Wen Song lowered his eyes and said, "Then I will go to say goodbye to Master and Zhenjun Chongyao tomorrow."

"Ah."

The next day.

"Wen Song pays homage to Zhenjun Chongyao."

Chong Yao lifted him up from the ground, "What are you doing here?"

"The disciple is going to look for the strange fire. I came here this time to bid farewell to Zhenjun." Wen Song took out two spiritual plants made of ice jade from the storage bag, "And there is... I want to thank Zhenjun The grace of teaching."

Chong Yao looked at the two spiritual plants in Wen Song's hands, with a smile in his eyes. Although he did not lack two spiritual plants, this kindness was always precious.

He accepted Wen Song's spiritual plant, and then gave him a magic weapon and many spiritual plants with a wave of his hand.

Wen Song looked at the magic weapon and Lingzhi in front of him, and was stunned.

Chongyao saw that he looked stupid, and said: "Your red silk curtain focuses on defense, and the magic weapon I gave focuses on attack, which just makes up for the deficiency of the red silk curtain. As for Lingzhi, I will give you alchemy."

Wen Song was very moved after hearing Zhenjun Chongyao's words, "Thank you Zhenjun Chongyao."

"Let's go back!"

"Yes, Majesty."

After Wen Song came out from Shen Yuefeng, he went to the Liuyue Hall in Changyue Peak.

After listening to his words, True Monarch Sang Yi also bestowed several magic weapons, "How is the practice of illusion in "Yun Qing Jian"?"

Wen Songdao: "It's about to break through the first stage."

Sang Yi asked: "Is there anything unclear?"

"Yes," Wen Song frowned slightly, and said, "I think the essence of the first level of illusion is to create something out of nothing, but illusion is nothingness. How can nothingness be born from nothing?"

As soon as Sang Yi heard it, he knew where Wen Song was stuck. After thinking about it, he said: "Illusion can transform all things, and all things in the world are born from being, and being is born from nothing."

With a few words, Wen Song's confusion was quickly broken, and his spiritual power surged, suddenly showing signs of breakthrough.

After Sang Yi observed this phenomenon, he immediately put a spirit-gathering array around his body, "Calm your mind and keep your spirits guarding the altar."

Wen Song sat down cross-legged according to the master's words.

Spiritual energy surrounds his body, and he refuses to pour into his dantian.

Wen Song didn't care about his surroundings, his consciousness fell into the jade jade in the sea of ​​consciousness again.

What is illusion?

Those who change due to shape are illusions.

Where does phantom come from?

It is born in nothing, and nothing is the beginning of heaven and earth, to give birth to one, to give birth to two, to give birth to all things, which coincides with the origin of Tao, which is the foundation of illusion.

This is the true meaning of First Stage Realm.

After the state of mind became clear, the surrounding spiritual power began to drill towards his dantian crazily.

The suppressed potential in the blood also became agitated with the surge of spiritual power from the outside world. Fortunately, this time his state of mind was able to keep up.

Wen Song penetrated the spiritual power pouring into the dantian into the meridians, continuously washed and widened it, and then compressed and purified the spiritual power, turning it into the purest spiritual power in the dantian.

The barriers on the third floor of the foundation building were loose, and they rushed straight towards the fourth floor of the foundation building. Under the collision of spiritual power, the barriers on that layer were suddenly broken.

The benefits brought by an epiphany naturally don't stop there. After reaching the fourth floor of the foundation, his spiritual power still hasn't stopped. With the blessing of blood and state of mind, his cultivation has steadily stepped into the fifth floor of the foundation.

Ten days later, Wen Song opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, and as the spiritual power flowed, he could control more power.

He was about to thank his master, but when he looked up, the person he saw was Xiang Shen, "Why is senior brother here?"

Xiang Shen put down the teacup, and when he saw Wen Song's breakthrough, he congratulated first, and then explained: "Master asked me to come here to protect the Dharma for you."

Wen Song thought of what he had agreed to with Yinsu, and asked quickly, "How many days did senior guard me?"

"Ten days."

Wen Song scratched his hair and sighed bitterly.

Xiang Shen stepped forward and said, "I, the person who was brought here to protect the Dharma, haven't said anything yet, but you are getting worried first..."

Wen Song wrinkled his nose and said, "I made an appointment with my roommate, so it must be late now."

Xiang Shen patted him on the shoulder, "It's a good thing to have an epiphany, I don't think Fellow Daoist Yin will blame you."

Wen Song knew that Yin Su would not blame him, but he just felt that he was delaying things. He took out a hundred bottles of elixir that he had refined from the storage bag and handed it to Xiang Shen, "Brother, I am leaving the sect soon. Alright, these are for you."

"I'll give you other ones when I can refine a better panacea in the future."

"Okay, I'll wait," Xiang Shen accepted his elixir, and said, "It's best to be careful when going out to practice, and listen to fellow Taoist Yin."

"Well," Wen Song said, "I know."

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