Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

The door of the pavilion closed again.

The child hugged the jade slips and walked to the back of the shelf without saying a word, pulled out a few volumes of more basic jade slips, and compared them to understand.

Looking at Yin Su's small figure, Wen Song inexplicably thought of the scene of the man in red and black hair bending his bow and shooting the sun when they met for the first time.

At first, I only felt the supernatural posture, but now that I think about it, I don't know how much effort I put in...

in the night.

The white plum blossoms in the courtyard inhabited the cold dew, and Yin Su's eyebrows were also stained with tiredness.

Wen Song walked up to the child and said softly, "Take a break!"

"No," the child put back the volume of jade slips he had just finished reading, and resisted his fatigue and said, "There are still many things to read."

"But you're so tired, it's useless to try to read it." Wen Song forcefully pulled out the jade slip from the child's hand, "You can sleep next to me for a while, and I'll call you in half an hour."

After speaking, he was afraid that Yin Su would refuse, so he hugged him up and pressed his head on his shoulder.

After the child was picked up, he was a little at a loss. No one in his memory had ever hugged him like this. Some just hugged him with pain. He stared at the ground paved with sapphire, and he didn't dare to move.

Wen Song felt his stiffness, reached out and stroked his back, "Sleep!"

With Wen Song's reassurance, the child gradually relaxed. He was indeed tired. After closing his eyes, he quickly fell into a dream.

Listening to Yin Su's gentle breathing, Wen Song suddenly felt at peace.

Time flies too fast, half an hour flies by.

Wen Song whispered in the child's ear, "Su Su, Su Su..."

After the child woke up, he quickly regained his clarity. He rubbed his eyes and climbed off Wen Song's lap, "Thank you..."

After speaking, the child stopped, "I don't know your name yet."

"My name is Wen Song, you can call me..." Wen Song looked into the child's dark eyes, and a bad thought came to his mind, "Call me brother."

The child didn't notice Wen Song's intention to take advantage, and said obediently, "Thank you brother."

Wen Song listened to Yin Su's brother, and felt that his heart seemed to be a cloud in the sky, which could not fall even if it fluttered. He rubbed the child's hair, his eyes turned into crescent moons, "You're welcome."

Then Yin Sufu spread out the jade slips again until the end of the long night.

The next day, when the woman came to take the school exam again, the child had completed all the answers, and Wen Song couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief for him.

-

Five years later, Yin Su was ten years old.

The young boy wore a white hair band, and still held a wooden sword in his hand. When he moved the sword, he moved with ease, like a flying wind.

The woman leaned lazily on the plum tree with a look of relief in her eyes.

"Does Asu want to see his father?"

Yin Su's movements froze for a moment.

The woman's eyes like autumn water were full of melancholy, "Now that you are about to grow up, it's time for him to come!"

Following the momentum of the previous sword, Yin Su stepped out of the Nine Palaces.

The woman didn't get a response, and she held her cheeks to herself, not knowing what she was thinking.

into the night.

The woman stepped into the Linwei Pavilion, cast a spell on Yin Su to sleep, then took him to the main hall, and quietly took away a drop of Yin Su's apex blood.

After that, the boy's face became much paler with the naked eye.

Seeing this scene, Wen Song quickly cast a spell to break the spell.

Yin Su woke up quickly, "What's wrong?"

His voice was weak, and Wen Song felt a little uncomfortable listening, "Your mother took your heart's blood."

Yin Su's expression didn't change much when he heard the words, "I'm the tool my mother gave birth to, let her take it!"

This apparently conversation between two people raised the woman's vigilance. She searched the temple carefully with her spiritual sense, and her vigilance faded away after she didn't detect any strange aura.

The woman looked at the apex of the blood in her palm, without any guilt in her eyes, "Since Su understands, let mother take another drop!"

Yin Su looked at the high dome and said nothing.

The woman didn't wait for his consent, and after she finished speaking, she came to Yin Su's side and took out another drop of apex blood.

Losing two drops of apex blood in succession was almost like losing half of his life for a boy who was only ten years old. Yin Su curled up with a pale face.

Wen Song hugged the boy and stroked his back like he used to coax him to sleep.

After the woman got the apical blood, she began to perform the operation.

Different from Wen Fu's method of finding people, she uses the art of fate, using the blood of relatives as a guide, so that the target of the operation can feel the pain of relatives...

What she didn't want to do was just waiting too long, exhausting all her patience.

The woman's spell was extremely successful, and after three breaths, a man in white clothes and wide sleeves suddenly appeared in the hall.

His expression was flat, and his aura was calm, far from Yin Weizhi in Wen Song's impression.

The man didn't look at the woman, he picked up Yinsu and left here directly.

Before leaving the palace gate, his eyes paused on Wen Song.

At that moment, Wen Song felt that he seemed to see himself, but then he felt that it was impossible, after all, it was just a dream.

After Yin Weizhi left, the woman ran out of the palace immediately, she looked at the blue smoke servant girl in the distance, and softly called out "Wei Zhi."

No one answered her.

"Slight, small, small..."

Her voice became louder and even sharper, "Why don't you look at me?"

At the end, the woman was paralyzed on the ground, looking in the direction of the main peak, with resentment and hatred intertwined in her eyes, but after a while, all the resentment turned into lovesickness...

Hall of Longevity.

Seeing Yin Su lying alone on the bed, Wen Song hurried over, "Su Su."

The boy opened his eyes drowsily, "It's my brother!"

Wen Song asked, "Why are you alone?"

Yin Su's lips were extremely pale, and he said softly, "Isn't there you?"

So not one person.

Wen Song understood what he meant, he looked at Yin Su's pale complexion, and asked, "Where's the suzerain?"

Yin Su narrowed his eyes and said lightly, "Leave."

No matter how indifferent his face was, Wen Song still sensed his loss, and he comforted him: "Maybe... the suzerain is busy."

Yin Su let out a "huh".

However, his words were quickly slapped in the face, since Yin Weizhi brought Yin Su back, he has never seen him again.

Seeing that Yin Su's eyes became colder, Wen Song held his fingers, "Su Su, don't be sad, brother will always be with you."

Perhaps people are weaker when they are weak, so when Yin Su heard Wen Song's words, a smile slowly appeared on his lips, "Okay!"

He lost too much vitality, even with the Guiyuan Pill sent by Daotong, he still needs to cultivate well, so he fell asleep not long after.

Wen Song sat on the edge of the bed and never let go of Yin Su's hand.

Five years is enough for him to understand many things. The reason why Yimeng Fusheng is called Yimeng Fusheng is because everything that happened here has been experienced before.

He didn't know how to wake him up, and he couldn't change what happened, but he thought: When he was here, he could always be by Yinsu's side.

Two years later, Yin Su's body will recover a bit, and when he can hold a sword as usual, he takes Wen Song and leaves Jiuyi Sect.

"Susu, where are we going?"

"Back to Shadow Mountain."

The 12-year-old boy has stern eyebrows, with sharp edges everywhere.

When he killed the monster for the first time, his body was covered with blood, his legs, abdomen and chest were severely injured, and he was also contaminated with the venom spit out by the monster.

Wen Song supported him, "I'll take you back to the sect."

Yin Su shook his head, "Let's go to say goodbye to Youcheng."

Wen Song was taken aback when he heard the name, "How does Su Su know this place?"

Yin Su showed a faint smile, "I've heard it mentioned before."

Wen Song recalled Yinsu's familiarity with Ciyoucheng, and found the source at this moment, "Okay."

Ciyou City is not too far from Huiying Mountain, and it only takes two days to get there with Yinsu's cultivation base.

When the two arrived in Ciyou City, Yin Su was almost breathless. He didn't have many spirit stones on him, and even after paying the entrance fee, there were very few.

The poison on Yin Su's body was not difficult to cure. After he mortgaged everything except the sword, he was healed quickly.

This was only the first time. In the next two years, Yin Su suffered countless injuries. Slowly, his cultivation base gradually improved, and he had the power to protect himself.

The turning point was when Yin Su was 14 years old, Yin Wei had mastered the art of swordsmanship and invited all the immortal sects to gather together.

At the same time, Yin Su was personally recognized by Yin Weizhi.

Nine Yis event.

Wen Song looked at the young man on the high platform who was gradually getting closer to the person in his memory, his heart felt sore as if being rubbed and squeezed.

This is his lodging.

This time, he was involved in his childhood and teenage years.

-

After the event, Yin Weizhi began to personally teach Yin Su how to practice swords.

Yinsu's roots are inherited from Yinweizhi, so he is naturally a peerless generation. Coupled with his powerful teachings, it can be said that he has made great progress.

Wen Song sat on the ground, looking at the young man who was competing with Yin Wei on the Xingdou stage, his eyes were focused and serious.

After Yin Weizhi finished, Mei Feng frowned, "Is A Su raising ghosts by his side?"

Yin Su didn't expect him to ask this, he controlled his gaze to look at Wen Song, and said, "No."

Seeing Yin Weizhi, he didn't want to say it, so he could only say euphemistically: "There are thousands of ghosts in the world, and there are few good people."

Wen Song, who was dissed face-to-face: "..."

What did he do wrong?

He just quietly looked at the sword!

Seeing Wen Song's angry look from the corner of his eyes, Yin Su fainted with a smile in his eyes, "Thank you, suzerain, for reminding me, I understand."

Seeing Yin Su's perfunctory attitude, Yin Weizhi knew that he didn't listen at all. He turned his eyes to Wen Song's position, with warning in his eyes.

Wen Song faced Yin Weizhi's oppressive gaze, and turned his head silently. He didn't understand why someone who was so indifferent to Yin Su in the past two years would now bring Yin Su to him to teach him personally.

After Yin Weizhi left, Wen Song immediately ran to the Xingdou stage, "Su Su, you can't believe what the suzerain said, my brother has absolutely no bad intentions for you."

"Well, I know," Yin Su felt a little helpless at Wen Song always emphasizing the title of elder brother, "You want to be an elder brother just like that?"

"No." Wen Song felt guilty when he thought of taking advantage of his words for nine years, "The main reason is that I am older than you, so I should be called brother."

Yin Su poked Wen Song's arm with the hilt of his sword, "Brother, go down quickly, I have to practice sword for a while."

Wen Song looked at the scars drawn by Yin Weizhi on Yin Su's face, and a little delusional thought appeared in his heart, "Su Su, why don't I compete swords with you!"

Yinsu has just established the foundation now, and he is already a monk of the fifth floor of the foundation. There is no reason to lose. Thinking of the scene where Yinsu was defeated by himself, Wen Song couldn't control the smile at the corner of his mouth.

Yin Su looked at Wen Song who was grinning from the corner of his mouth to the base of his ears, and he knew what he was thinking at a glance, "Yes."

Seeing that Wen Song didn't have a sword in his hand, he went down and took off a branch, whittled it into a wooden sword, and then gave the Hong Xi in his hand to Wen Song, "You use this."

Wen Song hesitated to answer, "What if I hurt you?"

Yin Su chuckled, "Why don't you use a wooden sword?"

Wen Song changed his words immediately, he took Hong Xi over, and said, "I also ask Su Su for advice."

Not long after he finished speaking, he was hanged and beaten.

Yin Su stretched out his hand and pulled the person on the ground up, "We've done the comparison, let's go down now!"

Wen Song looked at Yin Su, who was calm and breezy, and felt that his elder brother's majesty was gone. He forcefully argued, "I didn't perform well just now."

Yin Su nodded, "I know."

Wen Song felt that he didn't know, so he handed over Yin Su's sword, then snatched the wooden sword, and walked down the Xingdou stage very dejectedly.

When he reached the steps, Wen Song was still a little uneasy, "Su Su, why don't we compete again tomorrow?"

Seeing that he was undeterred, Yin Su agreed.

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