[Magic Dao Patriarch] Ode to speech

After spending a short period of comfortable and comfortable life, the expedition to shoot the sun began.

Wen Song took the initiative to retreat.

Lan Xichen also agreed with his approach.

Because his situation is too embarrassing - the son of Wen Ruohan, the suzerain of the Wen family, the most amazing and talented person in the world today, has voluntarily left the family and helped the oppressed Taoist monks many times.

Moreover, he couldn't bear to watch his former friend die.

Even if the concept is different, the world is different.But the friendship of being classmates for ten years and enjoying the scenery together does not mean that you can let go of it.

After all, Wen Song has always been a gentle person.

The only way to escape the cruel truth is to not listen, not to ask, not to see or not to think.

During this period, he met Wei Wuxian.To be more precise, it is Wei Wuxian who returned from the mass grave and cultivated the way of ghosts.

A wizard of the righteous way and an ancestor of the ghost way, sitting at a stone table surrounded by bamboo forests and drinking, they are surprisingly harmonious.

"It's not that I'm exaggerating. Wen Song's honeyed bamboo wine has both the sweetness of honey and the fragrance of bamboo leaves. After one pot, the whole person feels refreshed. It is really a rare wine in the world!" Wei Wuxian directly tapped his sleeve. Wiping off the water stains from the corners of his mouth, he said in admiration.

Then he put down the wine jar, looked at Wen Song up and down, back and forth, and Wen Song sat on the spot very cooperatively.

"You've been more casual since you retired! You also know how to add some color to yourself, how boring it is to always be all white!"

Wen Song smiled and said nothing.His long hair was no longer neatly tied up with a headband, but was casually scattered over his shoulders, pouring down like an ink-colored waterfall.The placket with the magnolia pattern was slightly opened, and the pure white middle coat was looming.After drinking, his lips became bright red, and his fair face was like falling plums in snow.A pair of clear eyes glow with water, which can hook people's souls.

The plain clothes on him seemed a bit casual.

"Give me your hand." There was a sly look in Wen Song's eyes.

Wei Wuxian's smile froze suddenly, "What?"

"I've always been sensitive to spiritual energy, you can't hide it from me." Wen Song walked to Wei Wuxian's side, put his hand on his wrist to feel his pulse.

Seeing Wen Song's face getting more and more ugly, Wei Wuxian wanted to pull out his hand, but it was held even tighter.

"that……"

Wen Song interrupted him: "Where's your golden elixir?"

"What kind of golden core hahahahahaha..." Wei Wuxian joked.

Wen Song asserted: "You gave it to Jiang Cheng."

Wei Wuxian hesitated for a moment, and after hesitating again and again, he nodded bleakly: "Don't tell him, I owe him this."

"Yeah." Wen Song sighed, "Young Master Wei, I have a request. Can you save their lives for Wen Qing and Wen Ning's sake of helping you?"

"It's natural." Wei Wuxian said, "What about you? Are you going to live here forever? You know, even if you don't come out for the rest of your life, the Taoist schools will never let you go. Why don't you go back to Yiling with me? !"

Wen Song shook his head, "Don't bother Mr. Wei anymore. The more Taoist families fear me, the more relaxed they will be at Yiling. The warmer Wen Ning and Mr. Wei will be, the safer you will be."

Wei WuXian slapped the stone table, "You want me to leave you alone!?"

"how can that be!"

"But..." Wen Song avoided Wei Wuxian's gaze, and there was endless helplessness and sadness hidden in his voice.

"Wen Ruohan, he is my father after all."

"Even so, you can—" Wei Wuxian's lips moved, but he couldn't think of anything that could persuade him to give up his father.

"Maybe that's my fate." Wen Song smiled with relief.

The author has something to say: It seems that there is another chapter to be written after the end2333