Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

After Wen Song answered, Chongyao's brows did not relax, "You take Yinsu to Qianzhu Hall first."

Wen Song clasped Yin Su's palm and said "OK".

After the two left, Chong Yao sighed softly and looked at his friend, "Wei Zhi, if..."

Yin Weizhi knew what he wanted to say next, "If it doesn't work, I will keep him safe for the rest of his life."

After hearing the words, Chong Yao didn't say any more, he communicated with Sang Yi through voice transmission, and informed him of the matter.

Sang Yi quickly rushed over from Changyue Peak, to Chong Yao's surprise, he didn't intend to stop him, "Aren't you worried about your little apprentice?"

"Naturally I'm worried," Sang Yi said here, and looked at Chong Yao with a hint of meaning, "It's just that if something happens to the person I like, let alone my consciousness, I can give up my life. Where does this respected master have the position to stop disciples?"

Chong Yao met his serious and focused eyes, his heart skipped a beat, he turned his head to avoid his sight, and did not ask this question any further.

Sang Yi saw that Chong Yao was avoiding his eyes, and his pupils turned dark, "I happen to have some spiritual plants here, I wonder if you can use them."

"Would you like to give it?"

Sang Yi glanced at him, "What if you don't want it?"

Chong Yao quickly said: "Yes."

Sang Yi said: "What kind of spiritual plants do you need?"

"Yuezhuo grass, floating leaves, Helu Wubai..."

Every time Chongyao said the same thing, Sang Yi took it out of the ring.

Chong Yao looked at the more than ten kinds of spiritual plants on the table, and was a little surprised, "You... a weapon practitioner, how can you have so many rare spiritual plants?"

Sang Yi's movements were imperceptible, and he paused, "I am willing to collect spiritual plants, can you control it?"

For the sake of so many spiritual plants, Chong Yao endured his bad temper, "Thank you, True Monarch Sang Yi."

"It's not for free."

Chong Yao took Ling Zhi's hand back and said cautiously, "What do you want?"

"I have become interested in alchemy recently," Sang Yi raised his eyes, "I wonder if Zhenjun Chongyao would like to teach me?"

Chong Yao was a little confused when he heard this request, "Are you a practicing alchemist?"

Sang Yi raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Isn't Zhenjun willing to teach?"

It's not that Chong Yao is unwilling, he just feels... weird in his heart, a feeling that he sold himself because of a few spiritual plants, he looked at Sang Yi who was waiting for a reply, and attributed it to his own illusion, " After I finish refining the elixir, you can come and ask for advice at any time."

Sang Yi got the result he wanted, and happily gave Ling Zhi out, "Then I won't bother Zhenjun Chongyao anymore."

When someone stepped out of the palace gate, Chong Yao recalled the conversation just now, and then felt something was wrong. These spiritual plants were obviously for Sang Yi's apprentice's Taoist partner, why did he have to bear the price?

Ten days later, several panaceas were refined one after another.

Chong Yao looked at Wen Song who was lying side by side with Yinsu, and said cautiously: "If you want to go back on your word, this is your last chance."

Wen Song turned his head to look at the man beside him, his heart clenched little by little, "I don't regret it."

Chongyao received the answer, and put the spirit protection pill and the god awakening pill into the mouths of the two, "You just need to probe into his sea of ​​consciousness and integrate into his dreams."

According to what he said, Wen Song poked out his consciousness, and carefully penetrated into Yinsu's sea of ​​consciousness.

The Taoist couple's bond was imprinted in the souls of the two of them, and Yin Su was very familiar with Wen Song's breath, so he didn't reject Wen Song very much, and allowed Wen Song to enter.

When he first entered the Yinsu Sea of ​​Consciousness, Wen Song's eyes were pitch black, and he wandered around in a daze, not knowing how to fall asleep.

Thinking of the Taoist bond between the two of them, Wen Song touched Lingxiyin, he relaxed his consciousness, and followed his perception to find where Yinsu was.

Gradually, the sensation of Lingxi Yin became stronger and stronger, the darkness gradually turned into hazy light and shadow, and in an instant, he arrived at a strange place.

It is not accurate to say that it is unfamiliar, because this is the back mountain of the main peak.

Wen Song felt that this was Yin Su's dream, and he went to the palace that day following the lead of the spirit...

After several searches, Wen Song found someone in the courtyard planted with white plums.

There were two people in the courtyard, one was for the woman who poisoned Yinsu that day, and the other was young Yinsu. The little boy held a wooden sword and swung it forward. Because he was too young, his movements were awkward. Not that standard either.

What worried Wen Song was that the child's back was covered with criss-cross welts, and the seeping blood soaked the white clothes.

The little boy noticed the young man at the courtyard gate and was stunned. He didn't expect someone else to come here.

After a while, joy appeared in the child's eyes. He stopped his sword and looked at the woman, saying, "Mother, is father here?"

As soon as the little boy finished speaking, the woman raised her head full of anticipation, but when she saw the empty courtyard gate, she slammed down a whip.

"You lied to me."

"How dare you lie to me?"

The woman's strength was too great, and the little boy was pulled to the ground. He curled up and said, "Mother, I don't have one."

The woman said softly, "Does Asu not want to practice sword anymore?"

"I think about it," said the child with red eyes, "I will practice sword hard."

Hearing his assurance, the woman threw down the whip and hugged the little boy tightly, regardless of whether her strength would hurt him, "A Su, you are mother's only hope, your father is the master of the Sword Sect , you are his son, so naturally you have to become an outstanding sword cultivator."

The little boy held back the pain and comforted him, "Don't worry, mother, I know."

The woman gently stroked the child's back, her voice became softer and softer, "Wei Zhi, look, I have taught A Su so well, when will you come to see me?"

When Wen Song saw this scene, his eyes were firmly glued to the child's injured back, and he didn't even feel the tears falling.

The little boy looked at the tearful young man with some puzzlement in his eyes, but he didn't make a sound this time because he knew that this man was not his father.

After the woman let go of him, the little boy raised the wooden sword and started to swing the sword again. If he was slower somewhere, there would be an extra welt on his body.

Wen Song ran over, trying to stop the woman's movements, but he found that he could not affect her at all.

He looked at Yin Su who kept swinging his sword, and felt that his heart ached. This was the person he wished he could give all his good to.

Tears overflowed from his eyes, Wen Song covered his lips, not daring to make a sound, for fear of distracting the child.

I don't know how long I watched it, but it was so long that Wen Song felt that his hands seemed to be stiff, and the woman stopped the little boy, "The panacea is on the stone table."

"Thank you mother."

Wen Song clearly noticed that Yin Su's arms and tiger's mouth were trembling slightly.

When the woman left, Wen Song wiped away his tears, and quickly ran to the child, "Susu."

Xiao Yinsu heard Wen Song's voice and asked him, "Are you calling me?"

"Well," Wen Song looked at the child's smooth back after taking the elixir, but what appeared in his mind was the bloody picture. He reached out to touch it, but he didn't dare to drop it.

Perhaps Wen Song's eyes were too sad and sad, the child didn't avoid his fingers, but he waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for Wen Song's touch, he looked at the young man who was much taller than him, and asked He, "Don't you want to touch it?"

Wen Song was so choked up that he could hardly speak, "But... I'm afraid you'll be in pain!"

The little boy was silent for a moment, and then said: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Wen Song shook his head, looking into the little boy's dark eyes, and asked softly, "Can I... hug you?"

The voice was really very soft, as if afraid of disturbing people.

The little boy looked at the young man with watery eyes, and for some reason, suddenly felt an urge to try his tears away, as if...he had done this before, but they had clearly never seen it.

The emotions in Wen Song's eyes were too complicated for the child to understand, but he could feel his kindness towards him. If he couldn't explain clearly, he couldn't refuse.

Seeing that the person agreed, Wen Song knelt down and gently hugged the child's shoulders.

After the child was hugged by Wen Song for a while, he stretched out his hand and pushed him, "I'm going to learn the formation."

Wen Song let go of his arm, "Do you still want to learn formation?"

Holding the wooden sword, the little boy nodded sullenly, "Mother said, father practiced formations, so I also want to learn formations."

Wen Song thought of the scene where the little boy mistook him just now, and asked, "Have you... haven't seen your father?"

"No."

Wen Song recalled the appearance of Yin Zongzhu who accommodated Yin Su in everything on weekdays, a little unbelievable, "How...how did this happen?"

The little boy said seriously: "Father will come to see me when I become the best swordsman."

"Did your mother tell you again?"

The kid nodded.

Just when Wen Song was about to say something, the woman's Qingwan voice came, "A Su."

Wen Song knew that the woman couldn't see him, so he didn't panic at the moment.

But the child didn't know it. He looked at the woman with a flustered expression, "Mother."

The woman didn't feel his panic, or maybe she didn't pay more attention to it. She walked over slowly, took the child's hand, and led him into Linwei Pavilion, "Go in!"

After being taken away, the little boy turned his head to look at Wen Song, and saw that he was following him, and felt a sense of relief in his heart.

Even he himself wondered how he could have such emotions.

He touched his heart, his eyes showing some doubts.

After entering Linwei Pavilion, the woman closed the door of the pavilion.

Wen Song followed in. He looked at the tens of thousands of jade slips in the pavilion and said, "Are these all what you want to see?"

"Well," the little boy walked to the middle of the shelf in the first row, and stepped up to reach it, but he was still a bit short of the jade slip he wanted to take.

Seeing how difficult it was for him, Wen Song walked over to help someone remove the jade slip, "Here you are."

The little boy caught it, thanked him, opened the jade slip, and began to read.

Wen Song looked at the difficult and incomprehensible words on it, and asked, "Can you understand?"

"I can write it down first," the little boy put his index finger on his lips, making a gesture of silence, "Don't talk, if after three hours, I don't finish memorizing two jade slips, my mother will be upset .”

Wen Song thought of the woman who pulled Yin Su to the ground, and fell silent. He didn't want to be alone, so he went to the child to read the jade slips with him.

After the child noticed his movements, he consciously moved Yu Jianyan between the two of them.

Seeing this, Wen Song's heart suddenly softened.

An hour and a half passed, and the little boy finished reciting a volume.

He looked at Wen Song, who was still looking at the jade slip, and got up silently to get another roll of jade slip.

After the child memorized the two volumes, Wen Song was still reading the first volume. He felt a little dizzy facing those obscure words.

The little boy asked him, "Have you finished watching?"

Wen Song rubbed his swollen forehead and let out a soft breath, "No."

As soon as the jade slips were placed on the shelf, the door of the attic opened.

The woman stepped into the attic and said softly, "Which two volumes of jade slips did Ah Su read today?"

Yin Su replied: ""Parade Formation" and "Lingyu Formation"."

The woman pulled out the two volumes of jade slips from the shelf again, and then began to take the school exam.

She also knew that the question was too deep, and Yin Su couldn't answer it, so most of the questions were superficial recitation and the meaning of the words.

The recitation is better, but the meaning of diction is still a bit difficult for a child without being taught, and the child has already started to stumble in the end.

Wen Song saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart. He was really afraid that the woman would do something to the child again. At this moment, he was extremely frustrated, why he couldn't understand those obscure sentences.

Listening to the child's stumbling answer, the woman bent down and placed the jade slips in the child's palm, "Ah Su has let mother down too much, did I give you three hours to memorize these?"

Hearing this, the child's slender eyelashes drooped, casting a fan-shaped shadow under the eyelids, his lips were straightened, and he said, "I'll read it a few more times, and I can understand it."

The woman straightened up, "Then you will stay here today, when you understand, you can go out."

"Ah."

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-02-2501:22:27~2020-02-2601:17:22期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: 5 bottles of watching dramas to torture my heart; 2 bottles of Zhan Xuyang; 1 bottle of Tiangu Wuxie;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!