Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

Wen Song didn't give out the blood directly this time, because he knew clearly that if it was the same as before, this drop of blood would never return, so he just controlled the blood to linger around his body.

Qing Yanhuo didn't wait for Wen Song to feed it the blood, and began to float around restlessly in the formation eyes. On the one hand, it wanted to jump out of the formation eyes and swallow the blood essence, but on the other hand, it was reluctant to bear such a strong Yin Qi. place.

After struggling for a while, Qingyanhuo still rushed out, it planned to swallow the essence and blood before returning to the formation.

However, the plan couldn't keep up with the changes. After Wen Song lured it out with blood essence, he trapped it in the dantian with his consciousness as a cage, and began to refine it.

Qing Yanhuo is not willing to be refined by monks, although it has never produced spiritual consciousness, but it also vaguely knows: if it is refined, it will no longer be able to comfortably wander in the Yin Qi.

Therefore, after Wen Song trapped the strange fire in his dantian, he faced a frenzied struggle. The freezing temperature made him hardly feel his consciousness.

Wen Song had no time to worry about other things, so he could only desperately imprint the imprint of divine consciousness on Yihuo, and Yihuo was struggling desperately, not wanting to be refined by him.

The two phases have been contending for a long time, but Wen Song has not succeeded in tossing, and even the soul has been weakened a lot. If they continue to resist, it is impossible to successfully refine the strange fire.

The more it hurts, the more you need to calm down.

Wen Songsi thought about the characteristics of the strange fire, and a dangerous thought came to his mind, "Su Su, put... put me in the eye of the formation."

Yin Su understood Wen Song's intention almost when he heard Wen Song's words. Without hesitation, he held Wen Song and moved towards the eye of the formation, "The eye of the formation is the place where the yin energy is the last, you only have half a moment The time of the clock, otherwise it will damage the bones."

Wen Song nodded with difficulty.

After being put into the formation eye, a thick yin qi surrounded his body, and immediately invaded his meridians.

That cold breath, like a poisonous snake, was swimming in his body, Wen Song's body was trembling, and cold sweat kept rolling down his forehead.

The strange fire in the dantian seemed to have come to the place he liked, and soon settled down. Wen Song knew that he didn't have much time, no matter how painful it was, he gritted his teeth and plunged his divine sense into the strange fire.

With Qingyanhuo in Hexin's environment, the meaning of resistance is much lighter. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wen Song imprinted the mark of spiritual consciousness on its flame heart in one fell swoop.

The place at the eye of the formation is cold, and Wen Song can't refine the strange fire in this place, so he can only keep deepening the mark until the Qingyan fire is completely suppressed.

In the end, when he was carried out from the formation by Yin Su, he was worse than Duan He, not only his body trembled violently, but his complexion was as white as gold paper.

Looking at Wen Song's uninterrupted tears, Yin Su carefully hugged him in his arms, "Where does it hurt?"

Wen Song listened to Yin Su's soft voice, his nose was sore, "It hurts everywhere."

After speaking, he began to cry again.

Yin Su didn't expect that Wen Song would use such a self-defeating method to refine the strange fire. He gently stroked his back, and he didn't know how to coax him.

Wen Song cried for a long time before he calmed down. He originally wanted to move, but found that he was limp and had no strength at all. He looked at Yin Su and said blankly, "Su Su, I can't seem to move."

Yin Su said: "Yin Qi enters the body."

Wen Song is a Danxiu. After calming down, he quickly thought of the crux of the matter, "I can't get rid of Yin Qi for myself, can Su Su help me?"

"Yes." Yin Su paused for a moment, and then said, "It's just that I haven't learned it before, and I still need you to tell me the method."

Wen Song said: "Then you come here, I will teach you directly with my spiritual sense."

"Okay," Yin Su went to the stone and sat down. He didn't put Wen Song down, but still hugged him in his arms. He slowly moved closer to the boy in his arms, and pressed his forehead against him, "That's fine."

When the face of Yin Su's distant mountain ink painting approached, Wen Song's heart suddenly became tense. The feeling of suddenly jumping out made him dare not take a deep breath.

He didn't expect...to be so close.

Yin Su's forehead was warm, and when it touched his cold brow, he sighed involuntarily, but the distance between the two was less than an inch, and this sigh made his breath entangled with Yin Su's.

"Don't you want to tell me?"

Yin Su's lips moved slightly, and the hot air from it reached Wen Song's lips, making his crimson lips a little moist.

It is obvious that there is Yin Qi in his body, but Wen Song feels a wave of hot air rising from his body, with some dryness and embarrassment.

"Susu."

After calling out his name, there was already a mist in his eyes.

"Well," Yin Su saw that his eyes were watery, and said warmly, "Is it hurting again?"

The breath on his body is cold and indifferent, like green pine trees in the snow, and cold stars in the distant night, Wen Song couldn't help but want to get closer, "No, I just... feel at ease in Su Su's arms .”

Those bright eyes made Yin Su's heart overflow into a moonlit Qiongtian, a chuckle overflowed from his throat, and he touched the tip of Wen Song's new snow-like nose, "Are you at ease?"

"Well," Wen Song looked at Yin Su's smiling eyes, "Can Su Su hug me for a while?"

After he finished speaking, he felt a little embarrassed again, and closed his eyes again.

Yin Su saw that Wen Song's face was smudged with rouge, and a feeling he had never felt before rose in his chest, a little itchy and hot, as if he had been hooked by a tail. , he responded unconsciously.

The corners of Wen Song's eyes were raised slightly, and Shui Bo's black eyes were full of joy, "Then... let's start!"

"it is good."

Wen Song closed his eyes, separated a strand of his fragile consciousness, and penetrated into Yinsu's sea of ​​consciousness.

Yin Su sensed that thin strand of spiritual consciousness, and also separated a strand and entangled it.

When their consciousnesses touched, both of them trembled. Wen Song couldn't help uttering a light/hum, but Yin Su didn't make a sound, but his fingers on Wen Song's waist were tightened. .

The feeling of soul mingling was too comfortable, but Wen Song didn't dare to go on, he was afraid that he would make such a shameful voice again.

After a long time, Yin Su said, "Why don't you continue?"

Wen Song didn't dare to open his eyes, "Do you want to continue?"

Yin Wei loosened his hand on his waist, "Do you still want to pull out your Yin Qi?"

Between loosening and tightening, Wen Song couldn't help recalling the burning temperature of Yinsu's palm, he pursed his lips, and whispered: "Yes."

Although he said yes, he hesitated and did not move. Yin Su was worried about the yin energy on his body, so he could only probe out his spiritual sense first, "Relax."

Before Wen Song could answer, he was entangled by Yin Su's consciousness. He bit his lower lip and swallowed back the voice that came to his lips.

The process of the fusion of spirit and consciousness was unbearable and grueling, with a trembling that belonged to the soul alone, Wen Song hoped that it would end soon, but also hoped for a longer time.

Such contradictory emotions made him unable to help slowing down the process of teaching Yin Su to remove Yin Qi.

After an unknown amount of time, both of them opened their eyes at the same time.

"Susu...do you remember?"

Wen Song didn't know what his eyes were like, but Yin Su could see that there was clear love and dependence in them. He straightened up, and some subtle touches broke in his eyes, "Remember."

After Wen Song retreated from Yinsu, the scorching temperature on his body gradually disappeared, and the yin energy entangled him again and again. He felt the discomfort in his meridians, and felt that Yinsu had been so close to him just now. Okay, "Then Susu come!"

"Well," Yin Su responded, and cautiously penetrated his spiritual power into his meridians, and then slowly introduced Yin Qi into his dantian, taking it out bit by bit.

A monk's body is not suitable for containing Yin Qi, and taking it out is undoubtedly more painful than intruding it. When Wen Song moved in Yinsu, tears welled up in his eyes involuntarily.

Yin Su didn't say he was squeamish at this time, Wen Song suffered so much, how could he go on talking?

"Be patient, I will give you a spiritual fruit in a while."

Wen Song sniffed and bargained, "I...I can eat as much as I want."

Yin Su smiled, "Yes."

After the two reached an agreement, Wen Song was sobbing and hugged by Yin Su to dispel the Yin Qi. He lay on the man with a clear breath and squeezed all his tears on his clothes.

Yin Su noticed his small movements and didn't say anything.

As the day passed, Wen Song felt a little better, but he didn't feel better at all. The only thing that remained unchanged was: he still couldn't walk.

Yin Su had no choice but to leave with the person in his arms.

On the way, Wen Song always twitched his eyebrows unconsciously.

Yin Su asked him, "What's going on?"

"The wound on my face still hurts." Wen Song was a little surprised, he had already eaten the healing panacea, "Susu, I will call out the Mingxin mirror, can you help me hold the mirror?"

"Ah."

When Wen Song saw the skin without any scars at the corners of his eyes, doubts gradually appeared in his eyes. It seemed to be healed there, but he felt the pain clearly.

This is simply not right.

Wen Song looked at Yin Su, "Su Su, what did the scar on my face look like yesterday?"

Yin Su thought about it carefully, and then said: "Bring some purple, after you take the elixir, the scars will disappear."

Wen Song's mind kept flashing through the medical classics and pharmacopoeias he had read, listing one poison after another and the corresponding antidote, but because he couldn't move, he couldn't make any panacea, "Susu, I I want to go to Flying Kite Valley."