After being homeless, he was picked up by God and brought home to be his husband.

Seeing Lan Yu's understanding, Wei Wei patted the young man on the shoulder and gave a few more instructions. His words showed signs of fatigue, and finally Hong Ran helped him out of Qingxin Tower.

In fact, Wei Wei didn't see him very often. When Lan Yu was brought back from Wuxu, he was brought up by the God Emperor himself. Hundreds of years have passed by now.

Over the years, his health has gotten worse and worse, and he gradually stopped intervening in Tianjing affairs. Except for some important matters where the God Emperor would come to discuss with him, Wei Wei stayed in his own courtyard and rarely saw anyone else.

So much so that when we met today, we realized that Lan Yu was no longer the innocent and cute child he was before. Although he was not too old, he could already take charge of his own business, and his brows looked more and more like his father.

Qu Ying had been waiting outside the door for a long time. When he saw Wei Wei coming out, he put a big cloak on him in time and thanked Hong Ran.

He could tell at a glance that Wei Wei was depressed, and he also knew why he was worried. After pondering for a moment, Qu Ying spoke with persuasion:

"Sir, Your Majesty has his own intention in making this arrangement. Immortal Lord Lanyu cannot live under His Majesty's wings all his life. If this is the case, wouldn't he be even more sorry to Immortal Lord Lancheng. He must have handed over the child to Your Majesty and you. Out of trust, this journey has not been easy for you and His Majesty, and you have not let down Immortal Lord Lancheng."

There was a rare look of confusion on Wei Wei's face. These years had passed by so fast that he could hardly react.

He looked at the almost decaying lotus branches and leaves in Yaochi, and said with a choked voice:

"Just looking at Lan Yu will remind me of his father. Not to mention His Majesty and I, even the entire Tianjing owes him his life. I want Lan Yu to become a talented person and condolences to his spirit in heaven, but I also don't want him to be able to live without him in this life. Don’t get caught up in those things again and live peacefully.”

The corners of his eyes were slightly moist, as if tears were overflowing. Wei Wei's back was hunched, and the wind blowing by the Yaochi was very cold. Qu Ying stood beside him. He didn't know how to speak for a while, so he could only listen to Wei Wei's low voice as if he was talking to himself. :

"He was only a little bit old when he was brought back, and he almost died. Over the years, I haven't had a day's peace of mind. I deliberately avoided seeing him because I was afraid that I would feel pain if I saw him. I'm sorry for him. Everyone feels sorry for him. I'm sorry for him..."

Few people can escape the condemnation of conscience, and few people will live with guilt all their lives.

Wei Wei spent his whole life trying to atone for the mistakes he had committed. He only hoped that he could make amends before he died, so that he could meet the people he wanted to see decently.

When Yuan Qing saw Wei Wei leaving, his true colors were immediately revealed. He stretched his neck to take a look at the scroll in Lan Yu's hand. Lan Yu glared back, curled his lips, turned around and complained to Hong Ran who had just walked in: "Hongran, look at him, he's so stingy. He can look at my things as he pleases, but I can't look at his."

Lan Yu was shocked by his shamelessness. He went up and kicked him on the back, leaving a neat shoe mark, and cursed: "You can't even look at me. When you took the exam, you could see my dog's belly when you looked at my paper." You've gone there, right? How could you have graduated without looking at me? Without me, you're still reciting the Three Hundred Codes of Immortals with those slobbery kids with gusto."

Yuan Qing was kicked so hard that he almost flew two miles away. Fortunately, he fell on Hong Ran and didn't fall to the ground.

He rubbed his back and turned back with gritted teeth: "Lanyu, you really kicked your father to death. Believe it or not, I will fight you!"

Lan Yu was disdainful and said in a strange tone:

"Then I'm so scared. I'm really scared to death."

"...Lanyu, I'll fuck you, uncle, I'll fight you!"

Being caught in the middle, Hong Ran was so anxious that his head was sweating, and he hugged Yuan Qing's waist to prevent him from going crazy.

Just at this time, the people from Tianlao came to report. Seeing this situation, they couldn't help but be stunned. They hesitated and didn't dare to step forward, and they didn't dare to say anything. They were stunned and didn't know what to do.

In the end, Lan Yu used the aphonia technique to shut up Yuan Qing, then threw him on a chair and sat down, gesturing for the man to speak. Only then did he dare to step forward and said tremblingly: "The Mobei Immortal Lord said he wanted to see him. Immortal Lord Lanyu, I told you that I have something urgent to tell you, so please go quickly."

Lan Yu frowned, why did Ma Zha want to see him? Could it be that he already knew that he wanted to interrogate him?

Yuan Qing fell on the chair, his mouth was sealed, but he kept moaning and screaming, as if he had something to express.

Hong Ran also looked confused and asked again: "Did he say anything else besides this?"

"No, he only said that he wanted to see Immortal Lanyu, and hoped that Immortal Lord could go to Tianlao to have a talk."

Lan Yu sat back and moved the tea cup. The tea soup in the cup was clear and yellow, and wisps of mist rose up, filling his eyes.

After a while, he smiled lowly and said, "Then go see him and see if he has anything important to tell me alone."

The place where prisoners are held in Tianjing is not in Tianlao, but in Yingren Mountain. Yingren Mountain is far outside the Tianshan Mountains and is under the control of the Department of Punishment. Most of the people there are sinners or fallen immortals who have committed the most heinous crimes. It is a death row in Tianjing and ordinary people are not allowed to enter.

As for the Tianlao, it only temporarily imprisoned some immortal officials who were suspected but could not be dealt with at will. The treatment inside was pretty good, so Mazha was also imprisoned in it.

On weekdays, not many people come here. The warden inside is enjoying his time, and a few of them are gathering together to drink and have fistfights.

However, a few torches suddenly lit up on the rock wall leading to the steps leading to the underground gate of Tianlao. The director of Tianlao was walking in front with a hunched waist and a flattering smile: "The Immortal Lord Mobei is locked in the second cell on the left. It’s not far from here, I’ll take you there.”

The flickering light of the fire reflected Lan Yu's profile as if carved with an axe. His long hair was tied high, and his clothes were like locust trees. A string of nanmu bracelets with good color, fine texture and magnificent texture were held on his slender fingertips. His voice was cold and cold, as if in the ice and snow. Liquor that has been stored in cellars for hundreds of years is intoxicating when you smell it:

"Xinxin Lin is in charge."

"It's not hard work, it's not hard work. Whatever Master Lan Yu said, this is it. Xiao Wu hasn't come over to open the door!"

Manager Lin wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He was ordered to pick up the person. He thought he was sent by the superiors to pick up the person, but unexpectedly it was Lan Yu who was picked up.

A person who is rarely seen in daily life is now beside him. Manager Lin swallowed his saliva and said he was lying if he said he wasn't nervous.

Ma Zha was sitting in a corner of the cell, looking at the faint light coming from the narrow window in despair.

Only when he saw the person standing behind the prison door did his dim eyes gain some brightness. Ma Zha stood up hurriedly and watched Lan Yu dismiss the others and enter the cell, looking at him with a faint expression.

"They said you want to see me."

After a moment of stalemate, Lan Yu was the first to speak. He stood under the window, still holding the bracelet in his hand. The wooden beads made a crisp sound when they collided, which seemed particularly abrupt in the silent cell.

Mazha's hands were shaking unconsciously, and he tried his best to hold them steady. The suffocation that made him unable to breathe almost drove him to death. His chest collapsed and hurt before he uttered a few words:

"Yun Yi, it wasn't me who killed him."

"Although you didn't do it, it has nothing to do with you."

Lan Yu frowned. He lowered his eyes and looked at the dust floating in the light and shadow, and said slowly: "Mazha, you should know that if there is no result in Yun Yi's death, you can only be the scapegoat, and,"

He paused, raised his head, and a smile slowly appeared on his lips:

"I will also send you to Yingren Mountain to be tortured."

His legs and feet were weak, and the composure he had previously pretended to fall apart at this moment, Mazha became visibly panicked.

He kept backing up, groping the rough earth wall with his hands, as if seeking support, but still refused to relax: "Why do you think it's me, me, I have a clear conscience, I didn't kill Yun Yi, I don't……"

His voice gradually weakened, but as if he had found a life-saving straw, he suddenly raised his head, his face distorted, with an irrepressible joy: "Yes, it's that priest, the priest from Huangrong Mountain, go check him out quickly, Yun He killed Yi, go and check him out quickly!"

Lan Yu stood not far away, looking at Ma Zha's almost crazy expression. The dim light fell on him, outlining delicate and neat shadows.

He put the bracelet back on his wrist and took a step closer to the horse gate with a cold expression:

"It's impossible for a mere priest to kill Yun Yi. Besides, how could it be such a coincidence? You went to look for him, and he went to Huangrong Mountain alone. According to what you said, it's possible that you colluded with the priest and cooperated inside and outside to kill him. Got Yun Yi?"

The only possibility was cut off by Lan Yu, and Ma Zha had no hope. He collapsed on the ground as if he had lost all strength, covering his face with his hands and muttering: "I didn't... I didn't mean to harm him. I really don't know how he died. , I really don’t know how he died...Who will save me, save me..."

Lan Yu stood still in front of him, then squatted down, his thin lips opened and closed slightly, and his tone was cold:

"Mazha, if you want to live, you must make a promise to me. You had no hand in Yun Yi's death. There is someone else who is the culprit. Tell me everything you know and I will save your life."

"You, seriously, can you protect me?"

"This case has been handed over to me. No one is willing to do it except me, and no one can protect you. Besides, when you see me, don't you just expect me to save you."

Looking into Lan Yu's eyes, Ma Zha hesitated slightly, but still nodded heavily.

He knew that with today's step, he made the right bet.

Lan Yu did not let him fail.

By the time Lan Yu came out of prison, Yuan Qing had already stood outside until his legs were almost broken. He wanted to squat for a while and his legs were numb from squatting. It was difficult to get him back. Hong Ran came here in a hurry holding an umbrella, and also rushed to pick him up.

"How's it going? Is Mazha ready?"

Yuan Qing limped forward to meet him, holding on to Lan Yu's arm before he dared to put his other foot down, hissing incessantly.

Hong Ran stood aside and held half of Lan Yu's umbrella, obviously also paying close attention to this issue.

Lan Yu shook his head and said, "He didn't do this. I probably know something about it, but I have to go to Huangrong Mountain to investigate before I can draw a conclusion."

Yuan Qing was puzzled: "Then why does he want to see you? Don't you and him have a bad relationship? He asked his enemy for help? What is he trying to do?"

Lan Yu took the umbrella from Hong Ran's hand, turned the umbrella handle, looked at the water droplets that cracked on the umbrella surface and flowed down, and said: "I can only say that he is not too stupid. The more he finds, the more irrelevant he will be." The more people are involved in this matter, the greater the chance of his being rescued."

"But you are not an irrelevant person. Hasn't this case been handed over to you?"

"Let's hit it right. That would be better. Anyway, his life is in my hands. Apart from me, he has no other way out."

Yuan Qing said half-understood, but Lan Yu knew at a glance that this idiot didn't understand and didn't bother to explain. On the contrary, Hongran looked very teachable and nodded repeatedly.

"Then Lanyu, are we going to Huangrong Mountain next?"

Lan Yu nodded. He had to wait until he went to Huangrong Mountain to find out more details.

Hopefully it will be what he guessed.