After wearing the book, I became the white moonlight of the paranoid protagonist

Jiang Weilin had nothing to say to the half-grown child.

He picked up the fox back into his arms, and the two sat cross-legged under the shade of a tree.

I haven't seen him for many years, and the only thing I can ask is the recent situation. Jiang Weilin gently brushed the white fur of the fox in his arms with his fingers, and leaned back slightly against the tree trunk.

After a while, his hand was grasped by a force.

"For so many years, I didn't mean not to look for my brother." Yuan Shan turned his head, the hair messed up by Jiang Weilin fell behind his straight back, the coldness in his eyes was gone, replaced by a scorching heat.

"I always remember my brother."

Jiang Weilin pursed his lips, and praised embarrassingly: "Yuan Shan has a good memory."

Yuan Shan's eyes paused slightly when he heard this, obviously he didn't want to hear this, he leaned closer and asked actively: "What about brother, does brother always remember me?"

That's why this inner sect competition came about.

"Naturally." Jiang Weilin didn't hide anything, "I came here this time to see you."

Yuan Shan's movements seemed to have stopped, and he suddenly moved a little closer, "Does brother still want to be with me?"

This question is a bit strange.

Jiang Weilin didn't feel awkward, and simply replied: "If possible."

After receiving such a reply, Yuan Shan's emotions seemed to reach a peak immediately, he threw himself on Jiang Weilin and hugged him tightly, "Brother, then I will take you to the inner sect, okay?"

He has worked so hard for so long, and he has practiced desperately just for this day.

Jiang Weilin was taken aback, and habitually raised his hand to rub his head, "The inner sect doesn't accept me."

"Big brother doesn't need to worry about this." Yuan Shan hugged Jiang Weilin's waist, lowered his head and buried his face in his neck, "As long as I win the first place in this inner sect competition, I can bring brother into the inner sect. "

In just one sentence, Jiang Weilin seemed to understand something.

He tentatively asked: "Is this what you agreed with the head?"

"nature."

Since Yuan Shan had discussed with the head of the sect early on, the 16-year-old Jin Dan might not have been accidental.

"It couldn't be easier to win the first place with my ability." Yuan Shan whispered, his tone was full of determination.

Jiang Weilin was touched for a moment, he thought it would be good for the child to remember him, but now it seems that he not only remembers, but also wants to take him away.

As Yuan Sugi said, 'Always remember him. '

The feeling of strangeness after more than ten years gradually faded away. He touched Yuan Shan's head and hugged him, softly praised: "Yuan Shan is a genius."

He was right, even the protagonist is only 20 years old Jindan, but Yuanshan is only sixteen.

In the inner sect, Yuan Shan seldom appeared in front of the crowd, and his relationship with the brothers and sisters was also very strange, but since Jin Dan, the people around him became familiar with him instantly.

He is a genius, the proud son of heaven, the youngest Jindan cultivator in the mainland, etc. Countless praises have been poured on him.

Being praised by those people, even if it is the master, Yuan Shan is not touched.

But at this moment, his brother's simple words of genius made his heart beat uncontrollably.

Everything he does is for his brother.

He doesn't care about the attention brought by the golden elixir, he only cares about the benefits brought by the golden elixir.

He can always stand by his brother's side, and the sense of powerlessness he felt when facing difficulties at the age of three will fade away. He can win the competition, and he can lead his brother into the inner sect.

All this is what he wants.

Yuan Shan couldn't stop his ears from getting hot, he took a deep breath to calm down his emotions, and seriously invited: "Brother, do you want to come and see my competition?"

"I'm going to win every game."

He wants his brother to know that he is no longer what he used to be, and now he can use every victory to bring his brother to him.

However, Jiang Weilin felt that he was still a child.

It's like proudly showing your parents how hard you have worked after you have achieved something.

Of course Jiang Weilin would support, he smiled and patted Yuanshan on the head, "I will be there for every game, Yuanshan, come on."

Yuan Shan, whose head was patted like a child:?

He always felt that his brother's attitude towards him was not what he wanted, but he didn't know what went wrong.

After the first round of competition, tomorrow is the second round, and Jiang Weilin still has to go back to the outer gate in the evening.

Before night came, Yuan Shan kept him tightly.

The two of them sat under the shade of the tree and chatted one after another. In the middle of the conversation, Jiang Weilin seemed to think of something, and took out the little sugar man who had been protected by the spiritual energy from his arms.

He unpacked it and stuffed it into Yuan Shan's palm.

"Is the pinched Yuanshan cute when I was young?" Jiang Weilin laughed.

I saw a little ginger-colored candy figurine stuck on the wooden stick. The little candy figurine is a chubby child. It can be seen that the stall owner's superb skills have outlined the expression and hair perfectly.

When Yuan Shan took over the sugar figurine, his fingers inadvertently touched Jiang Weilin's fingertips. He was holding the sugar figurine in a daze. After seeing Jiang Weilin smiling at him from the side, he stuffed the sugar figurine into Jiang Weilin's hand again.

"Like but I grew up not eating these."

Jiang Weilin was startled, thinking the same.

But it's a waste to squeeze it so well and throw it away, thinking about putting it in your mouth.

Yuan Shan glanced at it from the corner of his eye, and suddenly his ears turned red.

Jiang Weilin held the little sugar man gently, occasionally licking it with the tip of his tongue, or biting it lightly with the tips of his teeth.

Yuan fir:

His face was a little hot, and his eyes couldn't help but stick to it.

I saw Jiang Weilin holding the sugar figurine in his mouth, rubbing it and biting off his head, "It tastes good."

Yuan Shan shook.

After looking at it for a while, he seemed unbearable to look any more, and suddenly turned his face to the other side.

"Huh?" Jiang Weilin noticed his strangeness, and said with his head in his mouth, "Why is your face so red?"

Saying that, he stretched out his hand and snapped Yuan Shan's head back.

"The sun is big." Yuan Shan bit the bullet and said.

"Then I'll scatter for you." Jiang Weilin didn't think too much, reached out to hold Yuanshan's hand, and passed the aura containing the water element to the other side.

The biggest advantage of Wulinggen is that it is very close to all elements, while Tianlinggen is the purest aura without elements added to the body.

But for Jindan cultivators, the mere popularity is nothing to worry about, so Jiang Weilin didn't regard Yuanshan as Jindan, but as the child who needed to be taken care of before.

Yuan Shan really wanted to say that cultivators are not afraid of heat, but she looked down at the hand that was holding her tightly, but she became quiet again.

brother

He couldn't help but shake it back lightly, perhaps only his elder brother knew that his cultivation was good, and would relieve his fever because of his words.

He couldn't help thinking about the past ten years.

In the days when life was worse than death in the Forbidden Tower, in order to win the championship in the competition, he kept leapfrogging and challenging until he was exhausted.

Cultivation is to go against the sky, pain is a matter of course, no one will have the slightest sympathy for your drop of blood and sweat.

What about my elder brother? My elder brother has a congenital spiritual body and is the worst talent. The journey along the way must be more difficult than him.

He still remembers that time when his elder brother was passed to the cave, his whole body was covered in blood.

"Brother, how is your cultivation now?" Yuan Shan asked.

Jiang Weilin was in a trance while eating candy, but he pulled him back with a single sentence, and he had nothing to hide from Yuanshan, "Building the seventh stage of foundation."

In 13 years, the foundation of the five spiritual roots has been established for seven stages?

Yuan Shan's hands froze immediately, even if he had an innate spirit body, the five spirit roots fundamentally prevented the possibility of rapid promotion, but it was unheard of for him to reach the seventh stage of foundation building in 13 years.

Usually those with five spiritual roots can only barely build a foundation after practicing for six to seventy years.

"But you used the exercises given by that fairy?" Yuan Shan felt his throat a little dry.

"En." Jiang Weilin nodded.

There is nothing to mention about this, Jiang Weilin felt pain in his heart when he thought of that technique, every time he entered the stage, he would take half his life.

"That exercise is too dangerous." Yuan Shan murmured.

Jiang Weilin didn't answer.

"Brother, I will find you a better one."

This is not necessarily the case, a powerful person like Xuanying can only come up with a method with mixed advantages and disadvantages, not to mention that once this method starts, it cannot be stopped.

Jiang Weilin rubbed Yuan Shan's head and accepted it kindly.

The two sat in the shade of the tree and chatted until the evening sun set.

At this time, today's competition is completely over.

Jiang Weilin was about to leave the inner gate.

Yuan Shan followed him closely all the way, and stopped when he was approaching the door, looking at the crowded crowd not far away, he couldn't move forward, lest more people see him and cause noise.

"Brother, you must come tomorrow." Yuan Shan said.

Under the reddish light of the setting sun, Yuan Shan's backlit face carried a strange emotion, he seemed to be eager for something, but at the same time seemed to be enduring something.

Jiang Weilin nodded with a smile, and before leaving, he helped Yuan Shan straighten his messed up hair.

Just as he was about to leave, Yuan Shan suddenly stopped him again.

"elder brother."

Jiang Weilin was taken aback, thinking that he had something else to do, or he was reluctant?

"Brother." Yuan Shan silently reached out to him.

The breeze passed by slowly, causing his robe to move slightly, and the boy's eyebrows and eyes were very vivid at this moment.

"Let me help you take care of the fox."

Jiang Weilin:

He laughed and said, "No way!"

Seeing that he threw the fox to the ground before, he knew that the kid absolutely hated foxes, so he had to hand it over.

Yuan Shan showed a trace of regret on his expressionless face.

Jiang Weilin: What a pity!

Following the flow of people out of the inner gate, he bumped into Long Qing who had been waiting for him outside.

The other party was circling anxiously, and the moment he saw him, he rushed over immediately, "Brother Jiang! I'm sorry! I lost you!"

A big man yelled, blaming himself very much.

Jiang Weilin said helplessly: "How old am I, but I can lose it if I just walk around."

After the two said this, they went to the outer sect together with the disciples of the outer sect.

Until Jiang Weilin followed the crowd and left without even a shadow.

Only then did Yuan Shan move his feet and jumped down from the tree.

The leaves fell on his shoulders and he brushed them off casually. At this moment, a man passed by.

He was wearing a moon-white robe with thin blue borders around it, and the same white crown with delicate patterns embroidered on it. The other party walked straight to the outer door.

The pace was quick without stopping.

Almost instantly, Yuan Shan recognized the person in front of him, he stared at the direction the person was leaving, and when he took two steps forward to follow, the disciple at the door grabbed him.

The disciples seemed to recognize his identity.

"Senior Brother Yuan, you can't leave the inner door for now."

"Get out of the way!" Yuan Shan shouted coldly.

In fact, for inner sect disciples, the inner sect does not strictly control their entry and exit, but they need approval to leave the inner sect before their cultivation reaches the standard, and Yuanshan naturally does not need it.

But Yuan Shan was also specially ordered by the head of the sect to not go out for the time being.

However, rules are dead, but people are alive.

Of course, it doesn't mean that the two disciples released him after seeing the eager look on Yuan Shan's face.

Instead, Yuan Shan rushed out directly.

Jiang Weilin went back to his hut, planning to practice directly until tomorrow morning before going to the second fight.

I saw that he had just opened the door of the wooden house when a voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Weilin."

Jiang Weilin stopped moving, turned around, and saw a familiar person standing behind him.

"Senior Brother Song." He was a little surprised that Song Qing would follow.

He walked into the door two steps and opened the door. Fortunately, the room had just been cleaned in the past two days. He smiled and welcomed people in, "Senior Brother Song, come in quickly."

Song Qing stood at the door, moved her footsteps but didn't come in, looking a little hesitant.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Weilin asked puzzled, his eyes swept around the room, except that it was dark and there was no obvious dust.

While he was looking around, Song Qing put his shoulders on him and walked in, "It's nothing."

Song Qing's palms are relatively wide, and they feel a little heavy on the shoulders, and the scorching warmth spreads to the skin through the robe.

Jiang Weilin didn't notice it, he naturally took a few steps to pick up the tea in front of the wooden table, it was already cool, so he had to boil a pot again.

Holding the teapot, Jiang Weilin poured the re-boiled tea into the cup in front of Song Qing, and then poured it for himself.

"Two days ago, I was talking about getting together with Brother Song during the competition, but I forgot about it and apologized to Brother Song." Jiang Weilin raised his teacup apologetically.

"No, it's the same when I come to look for you." Song Qing said.

He remembered the last time Jiang Weilin left in a hurry, and asked, "Is there anything Weilin needs from me when he left in a hurry last time."

"A small matter has already been resolved, don't bother Senior Brother Song." Jiang Weilin didn't expect the other party to remember it, and his heart warmed slightly, and he hoped that Song Qing would not end up in the book's ending in the future.

But since Song Qing came, he really thought of something to ask, "Senior Brother Song, do you still remember Wang Wenxing?"

As a former disciple, Song Qing naturally had an impression of those incidents that happened at that time. When he heard Jiang Weilin's question, he couldn't help frowning slightly, "But he looked for you?"

"No" Jiang Weilin has no evidence, and it's hard to say that the demon cultivator at that time might have something to do with Wang Wenxing.

Jiang Weilin has always kept this incident in his heart, and the enmity in it will naturally be repaid, but there is no clue yet.

"Senior Brother Song, I can't say much." Jiang Weilin thought for a while, but still planned to talk to Song Qing, "I just have doubts about him, but I'm not sure about anything, but if you want, can you tell me about him? "

Seeing this, Song Qing did not ask any more questions, but told what he knew: "I am not familiar with him, but I heard that he had some wealth in his family when he was a mortal, and after entering the inner gate, he also attracted a Elders are able to worship under an elder's sect."

Although there is not much information, Jiang Weilin secretly remembers it.

Still waiting for a detailed conversation.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Before Jiang Weilin got up, Song Qing had already gone to open the door.

"elder brother"

Yuan Shan was about to blurt out the phrase 'brother', but his face changed suddenly when he saw Song Qing.

"Yuan Shan?" Jiang Weilin from behind leaned over in surprise, "Can you go out of the inner door?"

Yuan Shan restrained his expression, he raised his foot to enter the door and closed the door, and just nodded vaguely to Jiang Weilin's question, "I miss my brother very much, so I told Master."

Jiang Weilin thought to himself that this child is really clingy.

"This is your younger brother, he has indeed grown up a lot." Song Qing also remembered Yuan Shan, and today's Bixiantai paid close attention to him all the way.

Yuan Shan glanced at him, and there was a trace of displeasure in his swarthy pupils.

It's aggrieved to be a generation younger than the other party for no reason.

"Yuanshan, do you remember? This is Senior Brother Song Qingsong." Jiang Weilin added fuel to the fire.

Yuan Shan secretly gritted his teeth, glanced over and found that the other party's cultivation level was actually higher than his own, and couldn't help but condense his expression slightly.

He felt that at his age golden elixir was rare, and the other party was so young that he already had a golden elixir.

"I met Senior Brother Song."

But no matter what was in his mind, Yuan Shan didn't show it, he calmly made a comprehensive courtesy, and Song Qing also returned a gift.

Originally, there was an extra person on the small wooden table for the two of them.

Yuan Shan didn't sit next to Jiang Weilin, but took out a bottle of wine from the interspatial ring after everyone chatted for a while, and cast his eyes straight on Song Qing.

"Thank you Brother Song for your help to my brother these years." With a word of thanks, he drew himself and Jiang Weilin into the same camp, and then put the two palm-sized bottles of square wine on the table.

"I wonder if Senior Brother Song would like to have a drink with me." Yuan Shan adjusted his cuffs a little, and tore open the cloth on the bottle before Song Qing and Jiang Weilin could react.

A sweet scent of wine wafted out of the bottle in an instant.

The moment I smell it, I feel like I am in a trance.

"This is the 'Shenxian Dao' specially brewed by the third elder of Qiantianmen. Brother Song should have heard of it."

The third elder of Qiantianmen is a well-known alcoholic, and his aura is also closely related to the wine. The wine he brews is delicious, full of energy and even full of aura. s help.

His "Shenxian Dao" is the most famous, and few other elders in Qiantianmen can ask for it, let alone the outer sect.

"I didn't expect Junior Brother Yuan to have such spiritual wine." Of course Song Qing had heard of it. Even the Xuanling Sect has many elders who love 'immortal pouring', but it is really hard to buy.

"Since we are together today, why don't we have a drink." Yuan Shan stood up, the black ribbon that tied his hair fell on his shoulders along with his movements, and he filled Song Qingkong's teacup with wine involuntarily.

Then he returned his hand and filled his own cup as well.

"Fairy Pour" is the ultimate enjoyment for alcoholics, but for those who drink less, it has great stamina. At the beginning, the mouth is smooth and dense with a slight stimulation. Just one cup can make Jindan cultivators dizzy .

Two cups is enough to get drunk and make a fool of yourself.

After three cups, they will fall to the ground directly.

So it is also called 'three cups down'.

Yuan Shan made up his mind to see Song Qing make a fool of himself, or just sleep to death at worst, tomorrow's Da Bixiu will come to meddle!

Seeing this, Jiang Weilin's heart skipped a beat.

How can a child drink alcohol!

"Yuanshan, you're still" small, don't drink indiscriminately.

However, before he could finish speaking, Yuan Shan was already holding the wine bottle and turned his gaze to him, "Brother, would you like a drink?"

He is a bit contradictory, he doesn't want to get his brother drunk, but if his brother is drunk

Thinking of something, Yuan Shan's ears covered by the broken hair turned slightly red.

"I drink tea." Jiang Weilin refused.

He doesn't like to drink.

But being interrupted by such an interruption, he still swallowed the words of persuasion. Forget it, cultivators are different from ordinary children, so this drink probably doesn't matter.

It's rare to see each other, so it's better not to disturb their interest.

It's a big deal for him to take care of it afterwards.

Yuan Shan felt a little regretful, but soon aimed at Song Qing.

Song Qing was casual. After clinking glasses with him gently, he began to sip the wine carefully. He probably didn't drink much, so he gave some comments after thinking for a while.

Obviously taken very seriously.

Yuan Shan drank it in one gulp, and under his guidance, Song Qing was also a little faster.

The two finished their second cup quickly.

Jiang Weilin frowned, turned his gaze between the two of them, and felt a smell of gunpowder inexplicably.

Is it possible that fighting wine can also spell anger?

Seeing that Song Qing's second cup was not poured, Yuan Shan continued to pour another cup.

The two began to drink in silence.

Three cups, four cups, five cups

Yuan Shan couldn't help taking a deep breath, this Song Qing was actually carrying wine so much!Because he can drink from time to time, he has a better tolerance for "immortal pouring". Song Qing can't drink more than him.

Song Qing just finished the small cup, and couldn't help coughing.

The choked drink came out along the corner of his lips.

"Senior Brother Song, stop drinking." Seeing this, Jiang Weilin quickly persuaded him, and he handed over a white handkerchief to signal the other party to wipe it.

"If you're tired, rest here first."

He said helplessly.

Song Qing shook his head, a person who is usually cold and indifferent, now became a bit stubborn under the influence of alcohol, he pushed the empty cup to Yuan Shan.

Meaning, go ahead.

Yuan Shan couldn't help sneering, simply took out two larger wine glasses, divided the remaining wine in half and pushed half over.

"Senior Brother Song, you're good at drinking." He almost gritted his teeth.

The bundled hair was already disheveled at this time, and the black hair was draped randomly on his shoulders. He drank the rest of the big cup in one gulp without spilling a single drop.

With a bang, it landed heavily on the table.

But after Song Qing drank half of it here, he couldn't bear it anymore, and the wine glass fell from his hand and hit the ground straight.

"Senior Brother Song" Jiang Weilin pushed the drunken person, seeing that the person really didn't move, he was a little helpless.

"Yuan Shan and you too, drink so much." He couldn't hold back.

Yuan Shan supported the table, his head was dizzy, he suddenly fell backwards and fell on the chair, and the chair had no backrest, so he fell onto the ground in a disfigured manner.

The two dignified Golden Core monks, who would make practitioners avoid more when they go outside, passed out drunk in a broken house with no image at this time.

Jiang Weilin:

Resigned to his fate, he stepped forward to help Yuan Shan up from the ground.

This specially brewed spiritual wine is specially made for cultivators because it has many benefits for the body, so special talismans are used to keep the spiritual energy in the cultivator's body when brewing, and correspondingly, it is not easy to expel the wine.

Drinking is either drunk to death or drunk to madness, it depends on the quality of the wine.

Just like Yuan Shan wanted to have a look at Song Qing's wine at first, maybe it would make him feel bad in front of his brother, but unexpectedly, the two of them fought.

Song Qing fainted directly.

Only he is still holding on a little bit.

It's just that he didn't get any better, and the retribution of "bad things" sometimes only lasts for a moment.

When Jiang Weilin pulled Yuan Shan up and half leaned against his arms, and was about to help the dazed person to the bed, Yuan Shan suddenly opened his eyes.

"I'm not drunk," he said.

Drunk people are like this, Jiang Weilin didn't bother to talk to him, and planned to talk about it tomorrow.

But Yuan Shan uncooperatively raised his hand and grabbed his collar, this strength was not light, almost dragging Jiang Weilin to the ground.

"Yuanshan, don't make trouble." Jiang Weilin thought he was very patient.

"elder brother."

"I'm here."

Yuan Shan looked at him with bright black eyes, as if he was really not drunk, he pulled Jiang Weilin down a little bit, and for a while their faces were extremely close.

"Brother, kiss me."

Jiang Weilin:?

A question mark slowly appeared on his forehead.

Then a certain drunk posted it over aggressively, "Brother, kiss me quickly."

Jiang Weilin took a deep breath, the veins on his forehead couldn't help twitching, he grabbed Yuan Shan's face that was close to him.

"Do you want to kiss the planks?"