Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

With the loss of blood, Wen Song's consciousness gradually blurred, and slowly sank into the darkness. His eyes reflected the cold sword body, leaving only two points of emptiness.

When the vitality was completely lost, Wen Song escaped from the dreamland in the mist, just like when he came.

Yin Su's arms suddenly emptied, and he maintained the hugging posture until the last bit of temperature on his fingertips cooled down.

He looked at the bright red in his hand, and the misty light in his eyes, until this moment, he really realized: In this world, there will no longer be his brother.

Everyone, not him...

The shackles disappeared, and the floating habitat shattered in an instant.

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Thousand Plants Hall.

Chong Yao detected that the blood mist in Yinsu Sea of ​​Consciousness was receding, and his long eyebrows stretched, "Wei Zhi, I'm fine."

When Yin Weizhi heard the words, the tension in his heart loosened, "When will I wake up?"

Chong Yao got up from the couch, "The two of you have consumed too much consciousness in the Floating Life Realm, it should take a few more days."

Yin Weizhi hummed, and he looked at Chong Yao with serious eyes, "This time, thank you very much."

With a smile in Chong Yao's eyes, "If Wei Zhi wants to thank you, why don't you give me two more spiritual plants in your private treasury."

Yinweizhi naturally responded.

Because Yin Su's spiritual consciousness was stronger, he was the one who woke up first.

The moment he opened his eyes, the memories in the Floating Life came one after another. Those obscure and disappointing memories in the past were gradually overwhelmed by Wen Song's company, and became the new sunshine after the rain.

He tilted his head to look at Wen Song, with all kinds of emotions intertwined in his eyes, with the joy of regaining what was lost, and the endless warmth. Those eyes were hot and scorching like never before.

"Asu."

Seeing that he had stood here for so long without getting a look from his son, Yin Weizhi couldn't help but speak first.

Yin Su looked away from Wen Song and looked at Yin Weizhi, "Father."

Yin Weizhi handed over a roll of jade slips, and said: "This is a spiritual practice between Taoist couples. You and Wen Song have consumed too much spiritual consciousness in the floating environment. This method can help you recover your spiritual consciousness."

After thinking about it, Yin Su took the jade slip, "Thank you, father."

"Ah Su, do you want to follow your father back to the sect?"

Yin Su glanced at Wen Song beside him, and said, "I won't go back for now."

"It's good to have Chongyao to take care of it." Yin Weizhi took out the three-party jade box from the Najie and put it on the table. "When refining the protective pill, I used Wen Song's Longchi grass. These three spiritual plants are to compensate him for his father."

"I thanked my father on Wen Song's behalf."

Before Yin Weizhi left, he said, "The back mountain has been sealed off, so you don't have to go there again in the future."

Yin Susi and the woman poured the glass of sake, with light eyes, "Yeah."

-

After five days.

Wen Song finally woke up. As soon as he looked up, he saw Yin Su sitting beside the bed, concentrating on burning the array disk. Such a familiar scene almost made him unable to distinguish dream from reality, "Su Su?"

Hearing Wen Song's voice, Yin Su's hands were in a mess for a moment, causing a flaw to fall on the formation board. He stared at the wrong stroke, but felt a lot of joy in his heart, "You're awake."

"Well," Wen Song's throat was a little hoarse because he hadn't spoken for a long time. He looked at Yin Su and said, "We came out of the floating habitat, didn't we?"

"Yes," Yin Su listened to his rustling voice, poured him a cup of spiritual tea, "have a cup of tea first."

The rim of the cup touched Wen Song's lips, he opened his mouth slightly, and the spiritual tea with gentle spiritual power soaked his meridians instantly.

Sunlight poured in through the eaves, making the inside of the hall seem more open, it was not the cave with walls on all sides, he touched his chest, but there was no sign of injury.

It's true... came out.

Seeing his movements, Yin Su raised his brows, "What's uncomfortable?"

Wen Song took the spiritual tea in his hand and sipped it in small sips, "The sea of ​​consciousness is a bit dull, it should be because the consciousness has been consumed too much."

As he spoke, he suddenly thought of something, and then suddenly looked at Yin Su, "Su Su, have you..."

Yin Su knew what he wanted to ask, "No, after you disappear, the floating habitat will be broken."

Wen Song's frowning brows were soothed by these words, "It's fine if you don't have one."

"Speaking of it," he looked up at Yin Su, with a faint smile in his eyes, "Do I count as growing up with Su Su?"

"Ah."

Yin Su thought: This is a memory that only belongs to two people, and others will never know about it.

Wen Song had a lot of things he wanted to say to Yin Su, but he just woke up, he was a little out of energy, and soon fell asleep again.

-

The next day.

After Chongyao knew that Wen Song had woken up, he came over to take a look, followed by Sang Yi. He looked at the young apprentice with a sluggish expression, and bestowed some spiritual pills and spiritual plants, "These are the best refined by Chongyao. Guiyuan Pill and Yangshen Pill are most suitable for your current situation."

Wen Song accepted the elixir and said gratefully, "Thank you, Master."

Chong Yao looked at the more than ten bottles of elixir that Wen Song had put into the storage bag, feeling terribly distressed. He glared at Sang Yi, gritted his teeth and said, "How can you take half of the elixir I refined?"

Sang Yi looked at him inexplicably, "Didn't you ask me to take it?"

"Yes, but..." Chong Yao paused for a moment before saying, "You can't take that much."

Sang Yi was stunned for a moment, "We can take whatever we want at will."

It wasn't until he finished saying this that he realized it was wrong.

Chong Yao also fell silent.

After a while, Chong Yao looked at Wen Song and said, "Since you've woken up, I'll go to the main hall to attend lectures in two days."

Wen Song said: "The disciple knows."

After the two left, Yin Su took out a scroll of jade slips, "This is a spiritual practice method given by my father. It can help you and my spiritual consciousness recover. Do you want to try it?"

Wen Song stopped when he was about to drink tea, "Shenxiu?"

"Well," Yin Su explained: "Spiritual cultivation is a kind of dual cultivation, which requires the integration of spiritual consciousness."

Wen Song recalled the trembling feeling last time, and subconsciously tapped the bottom of the cup, "Now?"

"Your spiritual consciousness is too weak now. If you want to use pill fire to refine alchemy, you may not be able to sustain it," Yin Su said slowly: "In two days, when you go to the main hall to attend lectures, Zhenjun Chongyao will test your alchemy. Panacea."

Wen Song weighed it in his heart, and agreed, "That's good."

Yin Su set up a formation in the hall, then placed the jade slip in the middle of the two, and sat opposite Wen Song, palms together.

Wen Song's consciousness was a little weaker, and after protruding out, he was soon entangled with Yinsu's consciousness. The two consciousnesses merged, and both of them trembled. The feeling was too out of control and too comfortable , as if floating in the clouds, unable to find a point of focus.

When the exercises started to work, the two people's spiritual consciousness became more closely intertwined. There is me in you, and you in me, regardless of each other. During this process, Wen Song's spiritual consciousness became more and more solidified and strengthened. .

Two days later, Yin Su stopped his exercises. He supported Wen Song who was lying limp on the couch, and reminded: "Today is the time for Zhenjun Chongyao to teach."

Wen Song saw the twilight sky through the window lattice, immediately put on his shoes and ran out of the hall.

In the palace of thousands of plants.

Wen Song was the fifth to arrive. After he passed by, he took out his futon and sat down, and then quietly waited for Zhenjun Chongyao to arrive.

A quarter of an hour later, the class began.

What Chong Yao talked about this time is the process of melting alchemy.

He looked at the disciples and asked, "What do you think is the most important thing about Rongdan?"

Fu Guang was in the front row, so he was the first to answer, "It's time to report back to Master."

Chong Yao turned to Lin Jinglan, "What do you think?"

Lin Jinglan thought for a moment, and then said: "It's the balance of the properties of the medicine. This disciple believes that it is not the best to bring out the properties of the medicine to the fullest, and let them reach the most critical point of balance and harmony. The foundation of the panacea."

"That's right," Chong Yao's eyes flashed with admiration, "It's true. Many alchemists think that only by exerting all the medicinal properties of Lingzhi can they reach the realm of harmony. The nature of drug distribution needs to be figured out and measured by oneself, and then those useless impurities should be skimmed off to achieve perfection..."

Wen Song was gradually fascinated by listening below, and several hours passed by...

After the lecture, Chong Yao asked Wen Song to stay.

"I see that you already have a strange fire in your body, and now you can also refine higher-level elixir. The rest is the understanding of alchemy. Although these rely on refining elixir and listening to the deity's lectures, there will be certain benefits. It is beneficial, but it is not enough for you to refine the top-quality panacea, and this deity suggests that you properly heal some monks when the Yamashita Square City is opened."

"Thank you for your advice, Majesty."

Chong Yao took out several basic spiritual plants, and said: "It's still the last time's spiritual pill, refine it again, and let the deity see how far you are now."

"Ah."

Wen Song took out the medicine cauldron, calmed down, and brought out Qing Yanhuo. He recalled Zhenjun Yao's teachings, and tried to integrate the inner and outer harmony into it. When his spiritual consciousness touched the spiritual plant in the medicine cauldron, he clearly Perceived the process of the fusion of spiritual plants, this is a very mysterious feeling, as if I have become the spiritual plants in the medicine cauldron, experiencing the changes after their fusion.

This time, Wen Song didn't wait until all the properties of the medicine were released, but became a pill at what he thought was the critical point.

After the pill was completed, ten spirit pills flew out from the medicine cauldron.

Chong Yao took the elixir into his hand and began to observe the appearance of the elixir, "It's between middle-grade and top-grade. Early, the medicinal properties of Lingzhi have just matched, this is their first balance, at this time to become a pill, it is equivalent to leaving most of the medicinal properties."

Wen Song walked up to Chongyao, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you Zhenjun for correcting me, disciple will remember."

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