Wei Ying, the Patriarch of Demon Dao, as a demon ING

Wei Ying, the Patriarch of Demon Dao, as a demon ING

Author: Mo Cheng Pu Yao

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This article consists of two stories: "The Best Senior Sister" and "Six Degrees of Separation"

Wei Wuxian took a new approach to develop the resurrection technique + Wen's remnants!

Content tags: ghosts, ghosts, rivers and lakes, grievances, love, past lives, present lives

Search keywords: Protagonist: Wei Wuxian Lan Wangji┃Supporting role: All supporting roles except the protagonist┃Others: Wei Wuxian is busy after marriage

first deed

Ever since he re-cultivated the way of immortality, Wei Wuxian has disliked his new body almost all the time. What's more, whenever he returns to the quiet room to rest, he will be out of control. He moved to the front of the bronze mirror, and said with deep hatred: "It's too ugly, it's so horrible, I'm going blind!"

This kind of behavior of scolding the cook after eating a full meal can only be done by Yiling Patriarch.

One night, Wei Wuxian was lying on the bed feeling that there is no spell that can bring people back to life in the huge cultivation world. If he had to point out one, the first thing that would come to mind would be the sorcery that he knew the most and was the most familiar— —Sacrificing homes, seizing homes.

Rather than saying that there is no resurrection technique, it is better to say that no one dares to study the resurrection technique.Ever since Wei Wuxian established the Ghost Dao, all members of the Xuanmen family have been cautious and dare not delve into eccentric spells at all. No one wants to be elected as the second ancestor of Yiling.

Wei Wuxian rolled from the foot of the bed to the head of the bed. In fact, as early as 17 years ago, he had thought of creating a spell that could save the world and save people, but the biggest obstacle was that he did not have a golden elixir, let alone everything It's just a guess, and in the end the resurrection technique had to be left alone.

Lan Wangji grabbed the rolling Wei Ying and lifted him to the pillow, "Don't move around if you're not sleeping."

Wei Wuxian didn't have any good intentions when he was hugged by someone, so he reached out and touched the beauty's nose: "I only move when I can't sleep, and I feel sleepy when I move."

Lan Wangji was silent for a while, then frowned and said, "Then don't move."

Wei Wuxian had no choice but to lie peacefully in his arms, close his eyes and pretend to be asleep, but his mind was extraordinarily clear, and he was still entangled in bringing the dead back to life.Ask yourself, when he was alive, Wei Wuxian thought he was talented and intelligent, and he could be better than ordinary people without learning or skill, but now he is very regretful, why didn't he read more ancient books at the beginning!

About three quarters of an hour later, Lan Wangji had already fallen into a deep sleep, his chest heaved powerfully, the tips of his eyebrows extended straight to his temples, his eyelashes were thick and long, and even the bland sleeping state made the world's hearts unbearable.

Wei Wuxian gently pushed aside Lan Wangji's arm around his waist, and whispered in his ear, "Lan Zhan...are you asleep?"

should not.

"Hanguang-jun, there is a ghost!"

should not.

"Lan Wangji, I'm pregnant!"

Still should not.

Wei Wuxian's heart exploded. Only when Lan Wangji fell asleep could he steal the key to the Zangshu Pavilion, and only after stealing the key to the Zangshu Pavilion could he search through all the ancient books.

When the moon was dark and the wind was high, Wei Wuxian tiptoed out of the bed when he was murdering and setting fire, walked to Lan Wangji's closet, and started a carpet-like search. Come, to redeem the dead silence of the long night: "Who?"

Wei WuXian was startled into a cold sweat, rolled his eyes and rubbed to the side of the bed: "Who else, of course it is me."

Lan Wangji put Bichen back into the scabbard, and taught, "Why don't you sleep?"

Wei Wuxian said, "Not sleepy."

Lan Wangji asked, "What are you looking for?"

Wei Wuxian quibbled, "No, what can I look for."

Lan Wangji was silent for a moment, then took out a key from under the pillow and handed it over: "Here."

Seeing this situation, Wei Wuxian was very surprised. He never expected that Hanguang-jun, who has always followed the rules, would personally lend him the key. Could it be that he exposed himself?Before he could figure out why, Lan Wangji said again, "I'll accompany you."

Wei Wuxian was flattered and had to sigh: Lan Zhan is still human!

The two walked cautiously into the Library Pavilion. In the darkness, Wei Wuxian groped around for oil lamps, and finally found one on the square table. He lightly rubbed the fire talisman with his index finger to ignite the lamp.

Gusu Lan's library is huge, but for Wei Wuxian, the only memory here is the green years of "copying books" with Lan Wangji.After looking around for a while, he finally set his eyes on a square sandalwood table. It is said that seeing things thinks about people, so he couldn't help but glance at the person beside him.

Regardless of 21, Wei Wuxian turned over and jumped to the table, sat on the mat, put his feet on it, recalled his words and deeds when he was a naughty boy, and said softly: "Lan Zhan, tell the truth , did you already fall in love with me when I first came to Yunshen to ask for advice?"

Lan Wangji's nose was sour, and he lowered his eyes to try to avoid this piercing question. Over the years, as long as he was unwilling or embarrassed to answer, he would replace it with silence, and this kind of silence from the strong often It means confirmation.

Wei WuXian saw that he was so teased that he dared not move, he couldn't help but sneered, he had never been so shy on the bed before: "Come here, brother make up for you, tell me, do you want to kiss or hug?"

Although the two are lingering together all day long, causing the Lan family's old antiques to grit their teeth, but Lan Wangji still has the most basic sense of propriety. After all, this place is the sacred place of Yunshen. My husband has taught me that books should not be desecrated, so, Even though the scenery over there is unique, it is nothing but what the ancients said.

Lan Wangji pondered for a moment, then said, "You wait here, I'll go get the book."

Wei WuXian is not a stalker, most of them are still very normal people, so he just nodded, took out a book of essays from the desk, and flipped through them like he was swallowing jujubes, not forgetting to curl his lips to pretend not to complain. : "Oh, come back soon."

Lan Wangji shook his head helplessly, straightened his face and wiped his forehead, took out a stack of illustrations from the shelf on the right hand side, flipped through three or four pages, and then returned it to the original place.Then he glanced at Wei Wuxian, fearing that he would be taken away by some monster.

Going up the winding stairs to the top floor of the library, there is a classic book in the middle of the bookshelf, which is called "Yin Yu Lu", which records countless strange magic and sorcery.

Lan Wangji once heard Lan Qiren talk about this book when he was a child, and Wei Wuxian’s heartfelt revival was in it. After getting the "Den Yun Lu", in order to avoid long nights and dreams, he hurried back the same way, and the whole set of actions took only half of the time. Less than a quarter of an hour.

Back downstairs, Wei Wuxian still kept his legs on the table, and he showed a disgusted expression while reading, full of half-dead looks. As soon as he saw Lan Wangji who had returned with a full load, he jumped up excitedly, ghostly Like floating to the side of the hero, kissed him on the cheek.

"Lan Zhan, I knew you had a way."

Lan Wangji raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and the moment he was about to be captured, the waves became calm again. If he hadn't been staring at him closely, even the gods would not have noticed this subtle change.

"Put it away." Lan Wangji touched the spot where Wei Wuxian had just kissed with his fingertips, his heart was already burning hot, surging in his chest cavity.

Wei Wuxian took the "Envelope Record" and stuffed it into his bosom, with a wry smile on his face, he raised his eyes and glanced at Lan Wangji, and said quietly, "Lan Zhan, you really want to support me and trust me Are you not afraid that I will repeat the same mistakes?"

As early as in his previous life, he had such doubts, but at that time no one understood him, no one was willing to listen to him, some were just power disputes, and the wolfish ambition to take the Yinhu Talisman for his own use. You can't show your heart to the murderous corpse that you made yourself! ?

It would be great if there was Lan Zhan in the past, but unfortunately, there is no if in life.

Lan Wangji stretched out his icy palm to brush the cheek of the person in front of him, and said firmly, "I believe in you."

Those three short words are more sweet than ordinary people's false thousands of words, Wei WuXian also nodded, "Don't worry, I won't." After finishing speaking, he put Lan WangJi's cold palm on his neck. Room: "Isn't it cold?"

In the blink of an eye, the door of the Library Pavilion was kicked open, facing the lingering moonlight, a figure came in, Wei Wuxian observed it for a long time before he realized that the shameless person listening to the wall in front of him was the youngest man of the Gusu Lan family. A highly respected old gentleman——Lan Qiren!

Lan Wangji called without changing his expression, "Uncle."

Lan Qiren first took a deep breath, stroked his goatee, trembling for a long time before coming to the two of them from the door, and asked seriously: "What are you two doing in Zangshu Pavilion?"

Wei WuXian stuffed Lan WangJi behind his back, smiled awkwardly, and said, "Hehe... play..."

Lan Qiren looked at Wei Wuxian.

Wei Wuxian looked at Lan Qiren.

"Wei Wuxian, you loser!!!"

In a long, desolate and lonely night, a young man stands alone in front of the gate of the unknown place in the depths of the clouds. His blue hair is shaking, the wind is blowing, the leaves are fluttering, and the cat is meowing...

Passing through a small forest in Gusu, and walking a few more miles, you will be able to leave the city. Even though Wei Wuxian was beaten to death, he never thought that he would be cut off by Lan Qiren when he was holding the winning ticket. Dayton, he was kicked out!

Fortunately, at that time, he shrewdly put "The Record of Envelopment" into his arms early, and Lan Qiren only regarded it as two people who couldn't bear the loneliness in the middle of the night. Thinking of Zangshuge to reminisce about their childhood, he didn't think much about it. arrive.

In the locust forest, there is a path stepped on by passers-by, about one meter wide. Wei Wuxian wanted to walk with the sword, but he was afraid that using spiritual power would attract evil spirits. It would be difficult for him to retreat alone, so he could only walk walk.

In the lonely late night, he could even hear his own breathing and footsteps, coupled with the monk's exceptionally keen five senses, Wei Wuxian quickly noticed something within a hundred meters behind him.

In order not to startle the enemy, he pretended not to be aware of it, and continued to walk forward, but the things behind him seemed to have no intention of attacking, Wei Wuxian walked as he walked, Wei Wuxian stopped as he stopped, and kept a suitable distance.

"Lan Zhan, come out!"

As soon as the words fell, the branches and leaves of the locust tree in the diagonally behind trembled, but it was only trembling, giving people a feeling of wanting to come out, Wei Wuxian scratched his head, it stands to reason that Lan Wangji would follow early Come on, it's not like his style to be sneaky!

At this time, a handsome face appeared from among the branches, with a look of half panic and half entanglement, do you want to come out?

As soon as his eyes fell on his face, Wei Wuxian was a little disappointed, because it wasn't Lan Wangji who followed him, but it wasn't bad, at least he was obedient and obedient, he wouldn't bite himself, he wouldn't throw himself, no If you don't agree with each other, you will live every day, and you won't...

Far away.

The man on the locust tree had the face of a boy in his twenties, but his experience was not inferior to anyone. He blinked, and his whole body stuck to the tree trunk, only daring to show half of his face. Nuonuo said: "Young master... ...can I come out?"

"Of course." After finishing speaking, he added: "Come down quickly!"

After receiving the order, Wen Ning jumped down from the tree branch, walked to Wei Wuxian with heavy steps, lowered his head with guilt on his face.

"I'm sorry son, Wen Ning shouldn't be following you..."

"It doesn't matter, if I don't have you by my side, I will go this journey by myself." Some people have said that Wei Wuxian was born with a smiling face, but a funny face doesn't mean that he is free from distress and not afraid of loneliness. It is always good to have someone by his side of.

"My lord, why are you here? You shouldn't..." Based on years of careful observation, Wen Ning summed up a set of Wei Wuxian's daily routine. As far as the current situation is concerned, he should be in [beep——] !

Wei Wuxian curled his lips and shook his head, complaining, "I was kicked out by Senior Lan."

Wen Ning didn't express much, and blinked ignorantly, giving people a feeling that he had been used to it for a long time. Wei Wuxian raised his eyebrows and said, "What expression do you have? Did you expect that I would be kicked out sooner or later?"

Wen Ning bit his lower lip, rather than succumbing to his lust, he held back his energy and didn't utter a single word. After a long stalemate, he changed the subject: "Master, where are you going?"

"It's not you, it's us!" Wei Wuxian corrected, "Don't tell me, you followed me for so long and left me alone in the end, well, as for where to go..."

Wen Ning immediately began to brainstorm good places nearby: "Lanling?"

"No."

"Moling?"

"Hey...don't go!"

"Yunmeng?"

"Well... that's it, that's it!"

second deed

After leaving the city the next day, Wei Wuxian had no intention of wandering around, bought dry food and hired a carriage, stuffed Wen Ning into the carriage, and drove all the way to Yunmeng by himself with a long whip. Fortunately, the horses in Gusu City have been subjected to immortal energy all year round. After washing, the foot strength is also several layers better than ordinary wild horses.

Wen Ning was sitting in the carriage, opening the brocade curtain to look at the outside world from time to time, when suddenly there was a 'reprimand' voice from outside the tent: "Hide in, don't show up!"

Wei Wuxian taught the 'kids' in the tent while gnawing the meatloaf: "I just put up with it a few times before, but you're getting more and more aggressive, I'm afraid people won't know that there's a ghost general sitting in my car Yes or no?"

"Oh, I see..." Wen Ning put down the curtain and asked again: "Master, when will we get to Yunmeng if we go this way?"

Wei Wuxian swallowed the last mouthful of cake, wiped the corners of his mouth, and said calmly, "Don't worry, anyway, Senior Lan gave me three months to reflect, so I don't worry about not having enough time."

"My lord..." Wen Ning covered his chest with one hand, he didn't know whether to say a word, and after deliberating for a moment, he faltered and said: "You... it seems... you have something on your mind..."

"Is there?" Wei Wuxian said stiffly.

Wen Ning didn't dare to continue to ask the bottom line. Wei Wuxian was very quiet along the way, maybe because he felt that the only common language he and Ghost General had in common was the night sky, and maybe he really didn't want to say another word.

It wasn't until the evening of the sixth day that he tentatively asked, "Wen Ning, do you think...there is a resurrection technique?"

Wen Ning was almost intimidated by Wei Wuxian, and he still doesn't know if there is one, isn't he a typical example: "No... I don't know..."

Wei Wuxian laughed at himself, he could make Wen Ning into a living corpse, but he couldn't make Jiang Yanli into a living corpse, right?

"I don't know... I don't know..."

At si o'clock on the ninth day, the two successfully arrived in Yunmeng, so they found an inn in the city to stay at random. Wei Wuxian didn't even want to go to Lianhuawu to find Jiang Cheng, he just needed a secluded place for him to study fairy arts. Seeing that he had no intention of meeting Sect Master Jiang, Wen Ning didn't ask any more questions.

For half a month, Wei Wuxian has been almost sleepless. Wen Ning would ask the kitchen to make four dishes and one soup for him every day, but there are only a handful of food that is actually eaten.

According to the records of "Yin Yu Lu", more than a hundred years ago, there was a warrior who did not hesitate to be imprisoned in order to save his wife. He fought fiercely with beasts for three days and three nights before he retrieved half a pot of blood. Finally, the imperial magic circle brought his wife back to life.

However, the book provides only a quarter of the pattern of the formation, and the rest can only be pieced together by Wei Wuxian, but he firmly believes that since Xue Yang was able to create the other half of the Yinhu Talisman, why can't he draw it himself? The rest of the array!

On this day, Wen Ning tiptoed into the house with the re-made meals, for fear of disturbing the young master, when he put the food box on the table, there was a roar from behind: "I succeeded!! !"

Wen Ning was so frightened that he fell to the ground, looking pitifully at the mad young master, Wei Wuxian put his hips on his hips and said, "Do you want a hug?"

Wen Ning quickly shook his head, like a child playing with a rattle.

"It's boring, you can play by yourself, I won't accompany you." Wei Wuxian waved his hand, jumped off the bed, picked up the boots on the ground that he had neglected for a long time, Wen Ning stood up and said, "Would you like to go Where? Don’t you want to eat?”

Wei WuXian rolled his eyes, and said mischievously, "I went to find Jiang Cheng. I haven't had a fight with anyone for a long time. I'm here now. It would be a pity not to fight him."

Wen Ning's complexion turned pale again in an instant.

Wei Wuxian said hesitantly: "Just kidding, I'm going to eat cakes, don't worry!"

Walking out of the inn, Wei Wuxian went straight to the gate of Lianhuawu. Perhaps he was too fascinated, so he couldn't help but borrowed Lan Wangji's song and sang countless cakes, but the combination of the two did not contradict each other. feel.

Coming to the bakery stand, Wei WuXian said proudly, "Boss, I want five cakes!"

When the boss saw that it was none other than the well-known ancestor of Yiling in the cultivation world and his regular customers, the smile on his face faded by three points, and he quickly finished making five cakes, wishing he could send the plague god away as soon as possible .

After receiving the cake, Wei Wuxian ate one first, and seeing the boss's expression, he couldn't help asking, "Why, aren't you happy that I'm here?"

Avoiding his sharp eyes, the boss said quietly, "Didn't you go to Yunshen I don't know? How come you have time to come back?"

Wei Wuxian said sternly: "From what you mean, you don't want me to come back? Don't you want me to go home with Lan Zhan? Tell me, do you like him?"

The boss looked blank when asked, and hurriedly explained: "I don't like Hanguang-jun."

Wei WuXian said in a strange tone, "Oh? If you don't like it, then you hate it?"

The boss quickly said: "I like Hanguang-jun!"

Wei Wuxian smiled evilly.

The boss panicked: "Hanguang-jun likes me!"

Wei Wuxian is about to eat people.

The boss was so frightened that he shrank at the corner of the table, put his hands on his head, and said without tears: "Mr. Wei, don't make fun of me..."

Wei WuXian stretched out his index finger and knocked on the table three times, comfortingly said: "Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore, get up."

After the words fell for a long time, the boss dared to stand up, his legs trembling with shock, took out a sweat towel from his arms, wiped his forehead a few times, swallowed and said, "Master, are you here for Sect Master Jiang?" ?”

Jiang Cheng...how could you think that I came to find him? "Wei Wuxian couldn't figure it out, thinking that when people in the world mentioned Yiling ancestors, they would definitely bring ghost generals, but now whenever they talk about Lan Wangji, they would definitely bring Wei Wuxian along, and they collectively mourned for Hanguang-Jun .

It won't be Jiang Cheng's turn no matter what!

The boss didn't know, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "Didn't you come to settle accounts with Sect Master Jiang?"

"Settling the score!?" Wei Wuxian was dumbfounded by the shock, and he didn't recover for a long time. Shouldn't Jiang Cheng ask him to settle the score?There must be something wrong here: "Did Jiang Cheng speak ill of me?"

People do not kill themselves, and the two giant Buddhas are not easy to mess with. Offending Jiang Cheng will definitely have no good fruit. It is better to make up some nonsense to fool Wei Wuxian first, and then make a long-term plan.

"Of course not. Mr. Wei is too worried. It's too late for Sect Master Jiang to praise you, so why would he scold you?"

Wei Wuxian has heard many flattery words, and this one is the most disgusting, even if he said it in a hype, it is hard to be convincing. At this moment, Wen Ning walked over with a serious expression, dragging the clanging iron chain .

"Ghost... General Ghost!" The boss turned pale with fright, and hid under the table with his hands behind his head.

It’s a coincidence that it’s better to come early than to come, Wei Wuxian tapped the table with his fingers, slanted his shoulders and said with a smile: “Jiang Cheng really didn’t scold me?”

The boss shrank into a ball and trembled: "Curse... scold..."

"What did he scold me for?"

"He...he said that you are a shameless and shameless Lai Yunshen who doesn't know where to go, discredited the Jiang family, and said that you are ignorant...that's out of style..."

"Well, you Jiang Wanyin, how dare you say that about me behind your back!" Wei Wuxian was so angry that he threw the third piece of cake that hadn't moved at all on the ground: "Thank you for your words, thank you for your cake."

After saying that, he turned his head and left, the boss didn't bother to collect the money, and saving his life was the most important thing. Wen Ning watched from the sidelines, only knowing that the young master seemed to be scolded by someone, and didn't know the rest. In the end, he had to do it for Wei Wu Xian paid for the pie.

Before walking 100 meters, Wei Wuxian bumped into a bunch of purple objects. Wen Ning stood firm on the spot and stopped walking. In terms of accessories, the right hand is held behind the back in the shape of a fist.

third deed

The enemy is extremely jealous when they meet, Wei Wuxian can't wait to roll up his sleeves and have a fight with him, but Yunmeng is Jiang Cheng's territory, so talking by himself will definitely not work, if there is an argument, it will not work well, and he will never want to go back to him in this life. Yun Shen does not know where it is.

Life is not satisfactory in this world, and when it is time to admit love, Wei Wuxian smiled awkwardly: "Brother Wan Yin... Long time no see..."

Jiang Cheng turned around and lowered his eyes, "Why don't you go back to Lianhuawu?"

The word "back" is very satisfying. Ever since he left Lianhuawu more than ten years ago, Wei Wuxian never imagined that one day he would be able to step into the gate of the Jiang family, let alone dare to expect to be able to do so.

Ask for a word 'back'.

Wei Wuxian said, "I didn't intend to go to Lianhuawu, I just wanted to take a walk in Yunmeng."

Ever since Jin Ling took over the throne, Yunmeng Lianhuawu has lost a regular customer. Jiang Cheng is arrogant by nature and naturally refuses to admit his loneliness. On one's shoulders, one has to always be on guard against those villains who covet the position of Jin's patriarch.

"Here you are, don't go to Lianhuawu, are you going to hide and spy on the news!?" Jiang Cheng yelled angrily.

Three years ago, after the first battle at the Guanyin Temple, Jiang Cheng didn't hate Wen Ning so much. On the contrary, he hated Wei Wuxian even more. Such a brazen fellow!"

Wei Wuxian knew very well that disgust does not mean hatred. He originally thought that Jiang Cheng's hatred for him came from his senior sister. After the stormy complaint ended, he finally realized that the mighty Jiang family patriarch , not as resolute and strong as everyone saw.

"Are...are you inviting me?"

Jiang Cheng sneered, "Invite you? Don't be so sentimental."

Wei Wuxian let out a long breath, exhaling the melancholy pent up in his chest: "Seriously, do you really allow me to enter Lotus Pier?"

Jiang Cheng said, "Nonsense, otherwise why should I waste my words."

Wei Wuxian smiled and said, "Thank you..."

Who in the world can explain things clearly, forgiveness does not have to be said, people with a heart can understand each other's meaning with a single look, this kind of tacit understanding is not only found between husband and wife, and it is not only lovers who can accompany you ...

The moment he returned to Lianhuawu, Jiang Cheng must have untied the knot in his heart. He looked at the school grounds in Lianhuawu from a distance: "Wei Wuxian, you will live in the wing over there tonight. If someone finds you running around, Be careful I break your leg."

Wei Wuxian said hesitantly, "I'm not Jin Ling, I've been talking about my broken leg all day long, and I haven't seen you actually do it."

Jiang Cheng said, "If you keep talking too much, I'll take you under the knife, get the hell out of here."

Wei Wuxian didn't answer directly, turned around and headed towards the school field, which used to be the playground for him and Jiang Cheng, whether it was flying paper kites or walking through Yang with a hundred steps, the days of youth were truly carefree.

There are thirteen guest rooms in the west wing, Wei WuXian randomly chose the most desirable one, and the moment he opened the door, he was stunned, there was... not even a bed inside.No, according to common sense, shouldn't the room be arranged the same as before! ?

In short, being able to settle down in Lianhuawu is already a gift. Wei Wuxian is an easy-going person with a strong ability to adapt to his surroundings. He quickly accepted the reality. There is no bed to sleep on the ground, and it’s not like he hasn’t slept before.

Wandering around the West Chamber for a while, he suddenly remembered an important matter. Three years ago, he and Lan Zhan paid two respects in front of Uncle Jiang’s spirit. How could such a big matter not be notified to the elders.

After making a big circle around the back door, Wei Wuxian tiptoed into Jiang's ancestral hall, walked up to Jiang Fengmian's spirit and knelt down: "Uncle Jiang, Wei Ying came to see you, I'm sorry I haven't shown up for three years, Because I'm busy with big things, haha..."

"Uncle Jiang, do you still remember the young man in white who was with me back then? He is my wife now, and he is also the well-known Hanguang Lord in the cultivation world. Am I very powerful?"

"Uncle Jiang, I hope your spirit in heaven can bless Jiang Cheng to marry a good wife. He is too pitiful alone, he can't live with a dog for the rest of his life."

"Uncle Jiang..."

Unknowingly, the time flies, and the setting sun spreads across the school grounds at dusk. Jiang Cheng stood at the entrance of the ancestral hall and looked at Wei Wuxian's back. After a while, he said, "Wei Wuxian, get out."

When he returned to the West Wing, the sun had already set, and Jiang Cheng ushered him into another room. As soon as his feet stepped in, he felt suddenly enlightened. Wei Wuxian couldn't help saying, "Why is this room different from that one?" ?”

Jiang Cheng put the wine jar in his hand on the table: "The one over there hasn't been repaired yet, you chose the room yourself, who can be blamed?"

That's right, you can't live without doing your own crimes.

Sitting on the sandalwood chair, Wei Wuxian took off the red cloth covering the top of the wine jar, a mellow aroma came to his nostrils, Jiang Cheng didn't know what he thought of, he shook his head helplessly, and picked up the wine jar with one hand He poured a bowl of wine for the two of them.

He picked up the wine bowl, and the brilliance of purple electricity was reflected on the poured wine, shining extraordinarily. He pondered for a moment and said, "I've been drinking for three years, Tianzixiao, are you tired?"

Wei Wuxian smiled gratifiedly: "Some wines are like rice, of course you will get tired of eating them every day, but you can't do without them."

Jiang Cheng's old face darkened, and he said angrily, "I'm really fucking asking you, are you tired of drinking?"

Wei Wuxian was stunned, and deeply reflected that he shouldn't show affection in front of Jiang Cheng, desperately trying to find a topic to stagger the embarrassing scene, but in the end the result was just the opposite: "Well... your blind date went well, right?"

Jiang Cheng said, "Didn't you see it all?"

Wei Wuxian said, "Curious, it's not the first day you know me."

Jiang Cheng's throat suddenly felt sore, and a rush of emotion rushed to his mouth. He wanted to say it but didn't dare to say it, so he smiled wryly: "Finally, I'm willing to leave Hanguang-Jun and come and see me, a loner."

Wei WuXian said, "You're also quite lonely, Jin Ling isn't by your side, and you don't even have a confidant."

Jiang Cheng said flatly, "Kindhearted..."

Is knowing useful?He used to think that Wei Wuxian was the most confidant, that he could make friends for life, but what happened?It's not like being slapped loudly in the face by reality.

For the sake of this friend, he can even ignore his own comfort, and even forget his parents' death because of him.

Resentment is only resentment... Different roads are different.

Wei WuXian refilled the wine bowl for Jiang Cheng: "Don't be discouraged, as long as you don't let anyone wash your face next time, you'll be fine first, and you can trick her into the door first, and then you can wash whatever you want her to wash."

Jiang Cheng picked up the wine bowl and drank it down. The strong wine hit his throat and caused him to cough continuously. Wei Wuxian hurriedly stood up and patted his back for him. Unintentionally, Jiang Cheng saw the abnormality on his chest, and immediately stretched his hand into Wei Wuxian's mouth. Wuxian snatched out the blueprint of the resurrection technique from his chest.

Snatching the drawing, Jiang Cheng quickly unfolded it, and after a quick glance, he decided that it was not a good thing. He placed the rice paper in front of Wei Wuxian, and shouted, "Wei Wuxian, you really don't change your mind. You are studying the ghost way, are you planning to kill everyone around you before you give up!?"

Wei Wuxian didn't complain about explaining too much, because no matter what he said, the frantic Sect Master Jiang couldn't listen: "No."

"Nothing? Then please explain this piece of paper, what is drawn on it, don't think I don't know your totem for refining corpses, me!"

I...every move towards you is like a treasure.

Wei Wuxian heaved a sigh of relief. If he wanted to revive his senior sister, he had to pass Jiang Cheng's test. He said it sooner or later, so why make him suspicious: "Since you have seen it, I don't intend to hide it. Anyway, it's not a bad thing, in fact, I was kicked out by Lan Qiren because I trespassed on the library, and the blueprint in your hand is the prototype of the resurrection technique."

"Back to life?" Jiang Cheng was stunned, and soon his rationality was eroded: "Wei Wuxian, if I beg you, can you stop messing around? Even if the entire cultivation world knows that you were framed by Jin Guangyao Yes, but it is an indisputable fact that you practice the ghost way, and it is good for you to keep your own place, and if there is a slight turmoil, aren't you afraid that the encirclement and suppression more than ten years ago will come again!?"

Wei Wuxian said, "The resurrection technique is not a sorcery, and Lan Zhan also supports me, why are you so stubborn?"

Jiang Cheng smiled wryly; "I'm protecting you! Lan Wangji, he indulged you with his identity as Hanguang-Jun, he... can he be by your side anytime? Can he protect you for the rest of his life!?"

Wei WuXian got a little impatient at being scolded, and said, "Why not, besides, I don't know how to protect myself?"

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Cheng laughed: "Self-protection, hahaha, Wei Wuxian, Yiling Patriarch, look in the mirror, if you really have the ability to protect yourself, how can you stand up to others? body?!"

"Don't worry, the resurrection technique is definitely not a bad thing. I study it for a purpose. Even if I die again, Wei Ying will never regret it."

After the last blow, Jiang Cheng really wished to tie Wei Wuxian up for the rest of his life, as long as he was no longer in danger.

After arguing, the young man in purple burst into tears. The corners of his mouth twitched, and his voice was extremely dry: "Purpose... Who do you want to resurrect? My parents? My sister?"

Wei Wuxian fell silent.

Tears welled up in the corners of Jiang Cheng's eyes: "Sister...she doesn't want you to mess around, if you still feel guilty, treat Jin Ling well, and don't need to do the rest..."

"This is my business..."

"Your business?" Jiang Cheng shouted with his eyes wide open, "You said it so lightly, let me ask you, was there any way to intercept and kill, bloodbath never night, all these things, did any of them not involve others? ?!"

Frustrated, a ray of purple light slashed straight down, burning Wei Wuxian's outer shirt. Seeing Jiang Cheng's attack, Wen Ning, who had been squatting on the window for a long time, suddenly jumped in and stood in front of the young master, saying in a gentle manner: "Sect Master Jiang, there is something to discuss, don't hurt people."

It was okay not to see Wen Ning, but when he saw him, he was even more furious. Jiang Cheng hit the murderous corpse with a whip again, leaving a deep scar on the neck: "Get out of here, Ben What does the suzerain talk to the surnamed Wei have nothing to do with you, if you don't want to die, get out!"

Wei Wuxian embraced Wen Ning by his side, and taunted: "We two are arguing, why do you hit him? Sect Master Jiang is really capable, he can hit whoever he wants, and he doesn't have to worry about other people's feelings at all."

"Wen Ning." Jiang Cheng gritted his teeth and said, "This suzerain wants to spare your life for the sake of saving me, if you are sensible, get out."

Wei Wuxian said, "Do you still remember that he saved you?"

Jiang Cheng is the most aloof person, and the last thing he wants to hear others mention his so-called benefactor. When he hears it, he can't bear it as if he was being trampled on, so he said angrily: "Get out!"

"Sect Master Jiang." Wen Ning, who had been silent all this time, also persuaded: "Mr. Wei is now a member of the Gusu Lan Sect. If you hurt him a little, you won't be afraid of Hanguang-Jun's anger?"

Jiang Cheng cried so hard that he nodded his head while sobbing, and said in a trance, "Okay, you guys are doing well, start arguing with me, Wen Ning, get out of the way, Wei Wuxian, let me ask you last." Tell me, Lianhuawu... do you want more?"

Wei Wuxian was startled by Jiang Cheng's words, is he still qualified to want Lianhuawu and Jiang's family?Wasn't he kicked out of the teacher's school more than ten years ago?The break with a friend doesn't even have a circumcision, it's a complete one.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, he can still win this honor...

Jiang Cheng hoped that everything would go away with the wind and turn into nothing, maybe it really did as he wished, and taking good care of Jin Ling was the greatest compensation for his senior sister.

At the end of the day, Wei WuXian put his right hand on Jiang Cheng's shoulder, and vowed, "Okay... just listen to you once."

Day and night turned around, the wine was cold and the tea was cold, farewell to the suzerain of the Jiang family, Wei Wuxian led Wen Ning back the same way.Passing through a wilderness mountain village outside Lanling, a group of people in the rice paddies were dressed in sackcloth and filial piety. The leading man held a long flag on his elbow, and the musicians of the same team played suona, which was very sad.

Wen Ning grew up in Qishan since he was a child. As a monk, he thoroughly tasted the joys and sorrows of life and death in the world, and his warmth was crushed. A large number of Wen's disciples were strangled. I don't know which family is the most vicious. .

Back to the second night of the unknown place in the deep clouds