Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

"What's next, Ah Fu?"

Lin Jinglan asked.

Wen Fu didn't answer, it wasn't what he wanted, but what the Zongmen wanted. After this incident, even if the Zongmen still cared about his life, they decided not to be tolerant.

In fact, it was true. Two days later, the disciples from the Law Enforcing Hall came and said that they would send him to the Lunar Land under the order of the suzerain.

When Wen Fu heard the result, his long eyelashes trembled slightly. The Moon Yin Land is the forbidden spirit land of the Moon Order Gate. The monks are in it, unable to practice, and can only waste time.

No matter how extraordinary his aptitude is, how lucky he is, after 300 years, it will be nothing but the past.

He turned around and glanced at Lin Jinglan, his eyes were calm as expected, "Thank you for taking care of me these days, brother."

After finishing speaking, before Lin Jinglan could reply, he left.

Lin Jinglan looked at Wen Fu's back, but his heart was empty. Speaking of which, he didn't do anything for the younger brother.

When Wen Song heard the news, he was visiting with Yinsu in Xiangshen's cave. At that time, he felt that the Lingtai was suddenly cleared, and his realm was loosened.

Yin Su noticed that the aura around him was unstable, and seemed to be gathering around, so he immediately pulled Xiangshen away, and set up a gathering array around Wen Song.

When Xiang Shen saw that the gloom between Wen Song's brows had dissipated, he understood the reason for his breakthrough, "It's a good thing that junior brother has an open mind."

Yin Su lightly tapped his jaw.

While the two were talking, Wen Song had already begun to attack the barriers of the next realm. The Lingtai slowly brushed away the layer of dust, the turbid air came out from the seven orifices, and the clean air surrounded the body from the universe. With the continuous circulation of spiritual power, washing the meridians, His cultivation naturally broke through to the seventh floor of the foundation building.

When Wen Song woke up, it was already two months later.

He looked up at Yin Su standing in the front left, his clear eyes were full of joy, "Su Su, I broke through."

Infected by his emotions, Yin Su let out a little smile in his eyes. He walked over and checked Wen Song's cultivation, "I have improved a lot, and I will consolidate it next."

Wen Song hugged his arm and rubbed it, "I know."

Yin Su pulled him up from the jade mat, "I have already left after accepting the sect mission from fellow Taoist. It is always wrong for us to be in someone else's cave, let's go out first!"

"Okay," Wen Songhui held Yin Su's hand and stood up with his strength.

Before leaving, Yin Su took out the defensive formation disk that had been burnt a few days ago and put it on the stone table in the cave as a reward...

Time flies, and three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

In the past three years, apart from practicing, Wen Song went to the market to set up a stall to sell panacea and heal people, and occasionally followed Xiangshen to take on some sect tasks. With continuous experience, his cultivation was completely stable After finishing it, Yu Dandao's comprehension became more and more profound.

The only regret is that he and Yinsu have not seen each other for two years.

Two years ago, Yin Su made up for the losses in his body, and began to retreat and comprehend the sword of nothingness, which he realized from the sword of life and death, and has not yet left the customs.

Thinking of this, Wen Song couldn't help sighing, everyone said that a little farewell is better than a newlywed, but it's really hard to say goodbye for too long.

I want to be hugged by Susu.

Ugh.

He rested his chin in one hand, and his clear eyes reflected the monks coming and going in the market, revealing some careless melancholy.

"I want five bottles of top-grade Qingling pills, seven bottles of top-grade Huichun pills, and three bottles of middle-grade Huaiyin pills."

Wen Song's thoughts were interrupted, he looked at the person coming, and after being slightly stunned, he was pleasantly surprised, "Brother?"

"Well," Xiang Shen responded, and he took out a bag of Lingshi and handed it over, "I'm here to buy the spirit pill."

Wen Song wrinkled his little nose, and said dissatisfiedly: "Our own brothers, how can we use Lingshi?"

As he spoke, he packed up several panaceas that Xiang Shen needed and stuffed them into his arms.

Seeing that he refused to take it, Xiang Shen replaced the spirit stone with a spirit plant, "The spirit plant for refining Huaiyin pill is hard to find, so you can't be at a disadvantage."

He kept holding it without answering Xiangshen. After a stalemate for a while, Wen Song had to accept it...

Xiang Shen didn't leave after buying the elixir, but sat down directly beside Wen Song, "When will you return to the sect?"

"It will take about two or three hours," Wen Song asked doubtfully, "Brother, is there something wrong?"

Xiang Shen nodded, "After you sell the panacea, let's talk elsewhere."

Seeing Xiang Shen's serious eyes, Wen Song replied "Yes".

Three hours later, the two went to a teahouse.

Wen Song asked curiously, "What do you want to say, brother?"

Xiang Shen drank Kou Ling tea, "Little brother, have you ever heard of the Yaowang Market?"

Wen Song rubbed the rim of the cup, and said: "No, but I saw it in the jade slips in the sect. It was recorded that it said: Yaowangxu bears the inheritance of great power, and once it appears in 500 years, all Danxiu flock to it."

Xiang Shen put down the cup, and threw out a surprising message, "The Medicine King Order has appeared."

Wen Song's eyes widened slightly, with obvious surprise in his eyes, "But the last time Yaowangxu appeared was only 350 years ago, how could it be so early?"

"I don't know."

"Then... Could it be that someone is playing tricks?"

"No," Xiang Shen said with certainty, "There is more than one person who has received the Order of the Medicine King. Now that the news has gradually spread, it should be true."

Wen Song was holding the spiritual tea, his face was a little blurred by the curling mist, he held the bottom of the cup, thinking a little in his eyes, "Brother, can you tell me how those monks obtained the Medicine King Order? "

"I don't know exactly how, but..." Xiang Shen's voice paused, "The Order of the Medicine King is both an opportunity and a danger. Even monks who are protected by sects may not be able to abide by the Order of the King of Medicine. As far as I know, the casual cultivators without the protection of the sect are all dead."

Wen Song's fingers trembled, he put down the water blue cup, looked at Xiang Shen, "Thank you, brother, for telling me the news."

Xiang Shen asked, "Do you want to go to the Yaowang Market?"

Wen Song nodded, "If you don't go this time, the next time will be 500 years later."

Xiang Shen said, "Then when I go out, I'll pay attention to the news for you."

Wen Song bent his lips and smiled, "Thank you, brother."

After parting from Xiang Shen, Wen Song first gave Lin Qi a messenger talisman, then subdued Rong Dan, and went to Shutian Pavilion, the most well-informed place in the city.

As soon as he entered, a slender female cultivator walked towards him, "Guests please come upstairs."

Wen Song nodded slightly.

After going upstairs, the woman led him to an elegant room, "I don't know what the customer wants to buy?"

Wen Song said: "The Yaowang Market."

"30 million high-grade spirit stones."

When Wen Song heard this number, his heart trembled. He controlled his distress, and took out a bag of Lingshi from the ring without changing his face.

The woman saw that he was taking out the spirit stone readily, and the smile on her face deepened, "Guest wait a moment."

"Ah."

The woman turned and left, her skirt fluttering.

Wen Song looked at the spirit stone on the table, and comforted himself in his heart: This is all an early investment, which is meaningful and cannot be deducted.

Not long after, the woman came back with a roll of unopened jade slips. She put the jade slips on the table, with a beautiful smile on her lips, "This is the news that the guest wants."

Wen Song reluctantly pushed the Lingshi over.

The woman swept over with her spiritual sense, counted the number, and presented the jade slips.

Wen Song took the jade slips and left Shutian Pavilion in a low-key manner...

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