Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

The first place they went was back to Mount Meng, and the clues were provided by Ji She.

Wen Song looked at Ji She, who had a smile on his lips, who talked eloquently and explained in great detail, and compared with the person on the flying boat who had to swear an oath to tell the truth, couldn't help saying lotus in his heart: such a dog man Did he really save it?

Why would he do this?

regret.

Ji She noticed his gaze, looked sideways slightly, and smiled at him like a spring breeze.

Wen Song: "..." It's even more annoying.

Lin Qi saw that Wen Song was sitting on the side and never expressed any opinions, so she asked, "Songsong, what do you think of this plan?"

Wen Song said with a paralyzed face, "It's pretty good."

Duan He looked at Wen Song's misty eyes, and the cup in his hand fell heavily on the white jade table, making a crisp sound, "Then tell me, what are the arrangements we made just now?"

Wen Song half-raised his head and thought about it for a while, and repeated the plan of several people just now.

Duan He stared at Wen Song, with a faint warning in his eyes, "There are fierce beasts in Huimeng Mountain, don't pay attention to yourself, don't hurt others."

Wen Song smiled at Duan He, "Don't worry, if I am in danger at that time, just turn around and run away, Daoist Duan. If Fellow Daoist Duan is in danger, I will do the same."

Listening to his words, Duan He felt a little upset, he gave him a cold look, got up and went to the second floor.

Ji She was not familiar with these people, so he left soon after Duan He left.

Lin Qi and the others left, and moved from Tao Wanqiu's side to Wen Song's side. He comforted him, "Don't be angry, the big brother said this because he was afraid that you might lose your life in case of danger."

Wen Song picked up the teacup and took a sip, "I know, I'm not angry."

Seeing Wen Song's expression, Lin Qi really didn't look angry, and felt a little relieved.

Two days later, back to Mengshan arrived.

Several people put on the magic weapon of concealing breath and entered the mountain.

There are no powerful monsters on the outermost periphery, and naturally there is no danger. The further you go inside, the more you can feel the coercion that occasionally sweeps across your body.

Although Wen Song and the others were careful in their actions, it was inevitable that they would provoke some monsters who liked to eat monks' cultivation and flesh and blood. After several battles, they were more or less injured.

After returning to the hinterland of Mount Meng, the few people didn't even dare to breathe loudly. As we all know, the monster beasts with the most center as their lair are the most powerful. No one wants to die here, so they are more cautious in their actions.

Duan He raised his hand and made a gesture, indicating that Ji She could look for the Medicine King Order.

Ji She nodded lightly, and took out a piece of bamboo with an ancient atmosphere from the ring. Looking at it from the perspective of Wen Song, the words engraved on it were similar to those on the broken page that Ji She gave him on the flying boat. The text is exactly the same...

Wen Song understood that this doggy man was not doing any human affairs with a face. He did give him the clues, but there should be many backups on the broken page with the clues printed on it.

He clenched his knuckles, trying to smash his head flat.

Ji She chanted a mantra, and after a while, a light smoke rose from the bamboo, softening his clear eyebrows. He looked at the light smoke drifting away, and said, "Let's go, let's follow it."

"Ah."

Ji She was in front, and the others followed.

Half an hour later, Qingyan stopped outside a long forest...

Ji She looked at Shen Dai who couldn't see the end, hesitated for a moment, and stepped in first.

Lin Qi frowned slightly, as if feeling uneasy, he held Tao Wanqiu's palm and called out "Qiuqiu".

Tao Wanqiu squeezed his fingers reassuringly, and hugged him tightly behind him.

Wen Song wrapped the red silk with one hand and held the bowl in the other. He looked around with vigilant eyes.

It's too quiet around here, and I can't even hear a few birdsong, but it's also because of this quietness that the atmosphere in the forest is even colder. The steps of the few people stepping on the not-so-thick fallen leaves feel like The feeling of dancing on the tip of a knife.

Gradually, farther and farther away from the outside...

Light smoke lingered forward, no one said a word.

Just as everyone was holding their breath and advancing, a strange long cry suddenly resounded, this sound seemed to be enveloping the mist of the moonlit night, faint and falling, almost piercing into the sea of ​​human consciousness almost pervasively.

Wen Song's spiritual consciousness was only building the foundation, and just this sound made him feel drowsy. He bit the tip of his tongue, and only then was he half awake.

Before he could figure out a way to deal with it, the second long cry sounded. Wen Song's sea of ​​consciousness was up and down, and he almost lost consciousness. His eyes were half closed, and his legs were a little limp.

He half leaned against the green tree behind him, and slowly slid down.

"wake up."

A thunder fell to the ground, waking up several people from the bewildered sound.

Wen Song's sea of ​​consciousness suddenly became clear, and he raised his eyes to look at Duan He who cast the spell. I don't know if it was his illusion, but Duan He's face seemed to be a little paler.

Before he could ask anything, Duan He said solemnly: "This voice is a little strange, but someone brought a magic weapon to block the sea of ​​consciousness?"

Wen Song thought of his mirror of enlightenment, and he asked, "Xiao Ming, can you isolate the sea of ​​consciousness?"

The bright heart mirror that had been in the sea of ​​consciousness for a long time trembled, and said quietly: "It is possible, but..."

Wen Song didn't finish listening to the rest of the sentence. After it said yes, it immediately summoned Mingxinjing, "I brought it."

Ming Xinjing picked up what she hadn't finished saying: "It is necessary to make their spiritual sense... related to you."

Wen Song: "..."

His palms retracted.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Listening to his complaint, Ming Xinjing couldn't help but said: "It's because you didn't listen to me."

Wen Song met the gazes of several people, and felt a little bit remorseful. Spiritual consciousness is too important for monks. In the world of cultivation, except for Taoist companions, basically no one will blend with your spiritual consciousness.

Duan He didn't pay attention to his subtle movements, he looked at the mirror in his hand and asked, "What should I do?"

Due to the situation, Wen Song swallowed the words of refusal, "All you have to do is show your consciousness and communicate with me."

Several people are Danxiu, the difficulty is not too big, but it sounds a bit strange, after all, the fusion of spiritual consciousness sounds...too intimate.

Lin Qi didn't hesitate much, and agreed, "I can."

They are friends anyway.

It was the other three who were in trouble, especially Duan He, who felt uncomfortable at the thought of merging with Wen Song's spiritual consciousness.

The second person to respond was Ji She, he smiled and said, "I am willing too."

Lin Qi tugged at Tao Wanqiu's sleeve, and Tao Wanqiu knew that this was a special situation, so she also complied.

In the end, everyone looked at Duan He.

Wen Song said slowly: "If Fellow Daoist Duan doesn't make a decision, time will be too late."

Duan He pursed his lips and said, "I am willing."

"That being the case, let's gather our consciousness in one place first," Wen Song said, protruding out his consciousness.

Lin Qi then leaned out, and after several people's spiritual consciousness converged, a thought suddenly popped up in Wen Song's mind: He is sorry for Su Su.