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

In Qinghe County, in a deserted small mountain village, along the field ridges, you can see a flat land in about half an hour. Dozens of corpses are scattered on the flat land, and they lie peacefully on the grass. , with a pale face and dry hair, he looked like he had died unjustly.

Wei Wuxian brought the two juniors of the Lan family and Wen Ning to the corpse pile. The place was already overcrowded. Although on the surface it was Wei Wuxian who decided the case, secretly the sects couldn't sit still. They were afraid The second Yiling Patriarch was born, and he was afraid that the first Yiling Patriarch would make trouble again.

Next to a male corpse, Lan Wangji was inspecting it with gloves on. Wei Wuxian walked over to look it up and down, then turned to look at Wen Ning's appearance, the dead look was very different: "Lan Zhan, what did you find? gone?"

Lan Wangji said, "Not really."

Wei Wuxian knew that he was reborn among the dead, and he was not afraid of mess. Without even wearing gloves, he directly lifted the dead man's eyelids to check, and opened his lips to check the teeth. After a series of tasks, he said in a deep voice : "The pupils of the deceased showed no signs of constriction or dilation, and there was no drug in the teeth. There was no obvious pain when he was injured. It should be regarded as a peaceful death."

After finishing speaking, he said again: "Have you found the wound?"

Lan Wangji reached out to remove the gauze from the dead man's head, and pointed to a pinhole-sized scar on the Tianling cover. Wei Wuxian was just about to take a look, when he heard a discussion next to him, to the effect that: This piece The case was clearly committed by Yiling Patriarch, if he were to be the imperial envoy, wouldn't it be letting thieves catch thieves! ?

"Then why don't you let you investigate the case? I'm sure you'll be able to convince everyone, and then let you be the head of the hundred families?" Jin Ling was standing not far away in a golden family robe with a long sword in his hand. , looking like an arrow, staring at some of them gossiping rotten people.

After the reprimand, Jin Ling walked in front of Wei Wuxian with big strides: "The more you live, the more boring you become. Where is your temper?"

Wei Wuxian chuckled, "Thank you, Sovereign Jin, for your rescue. By the way, where's your uncle?"

Jin Ling said, "He'll be there soon, saying he wants to pick up an ancient book."

Wei Wuxian said, "Forget it, let's investigate the case first, Lan Zhan, can you confirm that the brain was taken out from this pinhole?"

Lan Wangji looked down at the male corpse, his brows furrowed and he said, "Seven to eight."

Wei WuXian nodded, and said, "Then there is a seventy-eight percent possibility that this case is the work of a monk." No one in the cultivation world knows that if one goes mad during the process of cultivation, it will cause the whole body to become paralyzed, The vein is cut off and died, unless a special hollow needle is used to puncture the blood vessel to release poisonous blood, which can save life.

Although I have never seen such a crooked thing with my own eyes, I have heard it from my seniors. According to their description, the shape and size of the needle and the wound are very similar. Therefore, the cause of death and the murder weapon have been determined.

In the long pavilion overgrown with withered grass, Wei Wuxian and others sat quietly on the stone chairs, thinking about the next action plan. At this moment, Jiang Cheng appeared in front of everyone dressed in purple, and the color at first glance was suddenly barren. Adds a splash of color: "How's it going?"

Wei Wuxian said in a panic, "What else can I do, I know the murder weapon and the modus operandi, but I don't know anything else."

Jiang Cheng smiled contemptuously, took out a book from his pocket, and patted it in front of Wei Wuxian. When he opened the front page of the ancient book, a line of heart-pounding words came into view: Eat a child's brain for more than a thousand, and the penis can be reborn.

Wei WuXian put down the ancient book, and vetoed it: "It can be regenerated, where did you find this kind of book? It's like the Health Sutra, besides, you've seen it too, this book is about children, but the deceased They are all young men and women, not even the same age, I am afraid that the truth of the matter is not what Sect Master Jiang thought."

Seeing his uncle appearing, Jin Ling immediately gave up his seat. Jiang Cheng lifted his clothes and sat on the chair, stroking Zi Dian with his thumb habitually: "This is just a guess, it's not the best, otherwise we can't let everyone Someone take off their pants to check?"

"Then... there is only one possibility left." The purple-clothed youth frowned.

As soon as the words fell, the Changting Pavilion fell into a dead silence. Wei Wuxian lived in the unknown place of Yunshen for a long time, so he naturally couldn't fully understand the new things in the outside world, while Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling both had serious expressions, as if they had gotten into big trouble .

Wei Wuxian scratched the back of his head, puzzled, "What's wrong, what's the last possibility?"

Jin Ling pressed one hand on the table, feeling melancholy for a moment, and then explained to everyone: "In recent years, a young man who claimed to be a painting fairy was born in the cultivation world. The mind and soul of a person can be cast into a barrier to trap anyone, but it's a pity... the texture of this picture is sinister, and it must be offered with the flesh and blood of living people."

Lan Wangji said silently, "I've heard a little bit about it."

Wei Wuxian felt an inexplicable feeling of depression in his heart, he hurriedly asked: "The map of the stars... what kind of map of the stars?"

Jiang Cheng said, "No one has seen it."

The more complicated and confusing things are, the more people will be interested. Wei Wuxian's curiosity is extremely strong, coupled with what the dream of that night refers to, it makes him even more convinced that the murderer is the young painting fairy that Jin Ling was talking about. Here he subconsciously looked at Lan Sizhui, and the corner of his mouth moved slightly: "What is the origin of this painting fairy?"

Jin Ling said: "It is said that he is the owner of a village, what is his name... Fanyang Village, but he is not the old village owner's biological son, but his adopted son since childhood. The old village owner passed away due to illness the year before, and this painting fairy He inherited his father's position, and participated in several night hunting operations, all of which took No.1, so his reputation in the cultivation world is still very high."

Wei Wuxian wanted to cry without tears: "It's all crooked, why did he gain fame and fortune while I died so miserably!?"

Jiang Cheng glanced at him, and said leisurely, "Who told you to be the first to eat crabs."

During the discussion, Lan Wangji glanced out of the corner of his eye and spotted a few white objects in midair, slowly falling towards the open space. About seven or eight people in filial piety shirts were carrying a huge golden nanmu coffin. The three of them each hold a white flag, slowly rippling in the breeze.

At the very front, a handsome young man led the way for everyone, and the Yujian fell slowly.

Wei Wuxian first looked at Lan Wangji, who was fascinated, and then turned his head to look in the direction of his eyes. Although he didn't see it completely, he also caught a touch of pure white at the end. The white clothes made of this material are ordinary. People with status are absolutely useless, unless they have made great contributions to the sect, or are the head of the sect himself.

"Someone died in the Taoist sect!?" Wei Wuxian stood up suddenly, and there was a wave of unrest. He thought this case would be easy to handle, but he didn't expect that the cultivation world would also get involved and dare to attack the head of the sect. , by no means an ordinary person!

A group of people rushed to the landing site quickly, and Jin Ling immediately recognized the young man in the lead as his former comrade-in-arms, Ouyang Zizhen, whom he had just met a few days ago.

There were more than a dozen people standing in an orderly manner in front of them, all of whom were wearing filial piety shirts, but only one young man showed a sad expression. He was wearing an off-white round-neck robe with daisies embroidered on his chest, and a white silk tie on his forehead. , at first glance, they thought he was from the Lan family.

Wei Wuxian came to him in the lead, glanced in the direction of the coffin, then turned his gaze back to the tear-stained face of the young man: "Zizhen, what happened, didn't you feel fine the other day?"

After this calamity, Ouyang Zi really seemed to have matured a lot. He took a deep breath and said sadly: "I don't know... After all the immortal friends left, the servant didn't know what he said to his father, so he hurried to go In the Tianyi Pagoda, I saw that he hadn't come out for two or three hours, so I went in to check, and saw my father lying in the main hall bleeding from all seven orifices...without energy..."

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Hearing the word 'Tianyi Pagoda', Wei Wuxian's head buzzed, as if he had guessed something, but he didn't dare to admit his guess. If after he left, the servant reported to the head of Ouyang: someone entered Passing the tower, and what's more, the servant directly confessed himself, so who is the indirect murderer who caused the death of the head of Ouyang?

"You mean, your father died in Tianyi Pagoda, where is the murderer, have you caught him?"

Ouyang Zizhen leaned towards his father's coffin with tears in his eyes. Tears splashed on the ground along his cheeks, moistening the desolation: "When I went there, I only saw my father. But I found this."

After finishing speaking, the young man summoned his disciples and brought a dusty long sword in front of the crowd. On the hilt of the sword was engraved with three words --- Moon Shy.

Presumably this sword is the peerless weapon transformed by the righteous daughter of the first head of the sect.

Wei Wuxian stretched out his hand to brush the sword, and could hardly feel any spiritual power. According to the analysis of past experience, the sword that had been sealed in the servant's mouth for many years might have been unsealed. Thinking of this, he quickly grasped it. The hilt of the sword rushed to the right, and under the scorching sun, a long black blade emerged into the world.

Lan Wangji came to admire the beauty of the treasure together, but sighed in disappointment, and said slowly: "Although the shape is good, it has no spirit."

Wei Wuxian nodded approvingly, "Sword Soul is gone."

The head of Ouyang is gone, and the sword soul is gone, which is not a happy event.

Out of rigor, Lan Wangji still decided to take a look at the corpse, and ordered someone to open the coffin of the head of Ouyang. When the museum opened, a scent of jasmine came to his face. He had heard that this person loved jasmine, and today he saw it. The burial must follow suit.

Seeing the corpse, it was not as ferocious as the young man said, on the contrary, he tasted a touch of comfort. Only Lan Wangji could feel the comfort of willing to die. He gently closed the coffin lid with his palm, thinking Dao: "It is recorded in the records of strange news that forging a sword requires a soul as a companion. If you want to see the sun again, there is only one way."

Wei WuXian said: "If one person volunteers to fight with his life, then the sword soul can see the light of day again."

Ouyang Zizhen was at a loss, unable to figure out the intentions of the two seniors at all, Wei Wuxian sheathed his sword in a moment, and patted the young man on the shoulder: "Zizhen, you are an older child, you have to know the world There are many things that cannot be fulfilled. You should know more about the Ouyang family than me. Some rumors are more than just rumors... It is useless to say anything else. In short, only living well is worthy of the kindness of parents. If you encounter trouble in the future , you can come to the Lan family to find Zewu-jun and Hanguang-jun at any time, we are all family members."

Xu Shizhen had heard a lot about his father's past, but Ouyang Zizhen didn't take it too seriously. He could see that the sword had become useless, so he shook his head: "Thank you, seniors, Zizhen for causing you trouble." I don’t know how the brain case is going, can I help?”

Wei Wuxian said: "There are some eyebrows, you should go back and take care of father's funeral. There are seniors here, so don't worry."

Ouyang Zizhen nodded: "Thank you, seniors." Facing the setting sun, everyone returned the same way, the cream-colored clothes were especially beautiful against the backdrop of the red sun, Jiang Cheng stood there and looked into the distance, as if looking back. What, it seems that everything has been taken away, and I will not do anything that violates the friendship. There are some things... It is hard to let go.

Fanyang Village is located on a high mountain on the border of Qishan Mountain. Passing through here is a special experience for everyone. For Wei Wuxian, all the turbulent waves have turned into dust and faded away with the wind. For Jiang Cheng, old diseases Although they can't heal all of them, why should they be persistent when it's time to let go? Wen Ning alone stood at the foot of Qishan and was reluctant to leave.

On the Maolin trail, Lan Wangji was sitting on the bluestone to rest, Wei Wuxian took off the water bottle from his waist and drank, and the teammates who were walking along the way also found a pleasing place to sit and rest. Although Jiang Cheng didn't say it clearly, he did Swallowing his saliva secretly, the always proud Sect Master Jiang never liked to be burdensome, and he would never carry things like dry food kettles with him.

Jin Ling took out his own water bottle and brought it to his uncle, proudly took half a sip of it and then returned it, at this moment, Wen Ning's voice came from a distance: "My lord, there is a persimmon tree ahead! "

Hearing that there was something to eat, Wei Wuxian immediately bounced off Lan Wangji's fuselage, all the sorrow and ups and downs along the way disappeared, and he led all the juniors to the location Wen Ning pointed out. Lush leaves and fruitful persimmon trees stand upright in front.

"What is this?" Jin Ling asked with his hands on his hips.

Wei Wuxian glanced at it, blew on the bangs, and said, "Wild persimmon, haven't you seen it before, it's rare and strange, it's delicious, very sweet."

Lan Sizhui seemed to be reminiscing about his childhood. He remembered that when he was a child, Senior Wei would often feed him some weird things. At that time, he was almost poisoned to death because of his youth and ignorance. Fortunately, this wild persimmon was still a good product.

Wen Ning raised his head slightly, and jumped onto the branch. Jin Ling sneered, took the bow and arrow from his back, pulled it full, aimed at a fruit that seemed to be the most abundant, and just as the arrow passed through the stem, In an instant, Wen Ning reached out to stop it, and used his other hand to catch the fallen fruit: "Sovereign Jin, it's too dangerous, let me pick it for you."

Jin Ling folded his arms and turned his head, "No, I'll give it to you."

Wen Ning scratched his head, worried whether he had offended Mr. Jin again, Lan Sizhui smiled slightly, waved to his uncle and said, "Mr. Wen, let me help you." After finishing speaking, he lightly stepped on the tree trunk and flew to Wen Ning Beside him, he smiled gently after standing still.

Lan Jingyi couldn't understand why Lan Sizhui was happy when he saw Wen Ning, while Jin Ling still turned his head away. He wanted to pick a fruit for his uncle himself, and no one wanted to rely on him, but Wen Ning disturbed him. Bureau.

Wei Wuxian was spoiled by Lan Wangji, he never walked when he could stand, and never sat when he could lie down, so he simply found a wooden stake to rest on.

After a while, the fruit-picking duo flew down with a lot of persimmons in their hands. When everyone returned to the camp, a fierce aura rushed over. Lan Sizhui of Guozi saw Hanguang-Jun's scolding face, the boy immediately bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

Wei Wuxian patted him on the shoulder, and said, "It's okay, he has insomnia for the past few days, so his complexion is not very good."

With three or five orange-red persimmons, Wei WuXian returned to Lan WangJi, gently peeled off the outer skin, a sweet and greasy smell came out, and brought the fruit to her husband, smiling innocently. , said: "HanGuang-Jun, don't be angry, eat something, SiZhui is still a child, you can't restrain your nature."

Lan Wangji lowered his eyes and said, "That's in your nature."

That's right, Lan Sizhui was undoubtedly led astray by Wei Wuxian.

"It's my fault, it's all my fault, your lord has a lot, don't bother with me, just eat a little, I don't want to be widowed at a young age." Wei Wuxian stuck to the man, touching and Yes, everyone was blushing, especially Jiang Cheng, who almost couldn't hold back his hostility, and tried to slap him to death to relieve his hatred.

Lan Wangji reached out to take the persimmon fruit, gently pushed Wei Wuxian away, put the fruit to his lips, sucked the natural taste slowly, saw that the iceberg had also eaten, and the raging fire also opened its belly, holding a bag full of fruits Dine up.

After resting, everyone returned to their swords and followed the map provided by Jiang Cheng all the way forward, and arrived at the destination ----- Fanyang Village after half an hour.

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It is better to say that the village is the second mass grave. The hills not far away are filled with graves of different heights. An ancestor of Yiling?"

Wei Wuxian hid behind Lan Wangji and pretended to be deaf and dumb. Anyway, he had never seen this painting fairy before. s things.

This thing is crystal clear, in the shape of a dark blue column, about the size of an adult's middle finger. Jin Ling lifted it above his head and observed it carefully through the sunlight. Wei Wuxian just closed his eyes, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his old face flushed, as if Thinking of something, he clenched his right fist against his lips and coughed softly, "Um... Jin Ling, don't keep picking things up, your Jin family is not short of money."

Jin Ling questioned, "What is this, isn't it worth much?"

Lan Jingyi at the side saw this scene and smiled awkwardly: "It's still very valuable in terms of quality, but...it's really useless to pick it up..."

Jin Ling asked, "What the hell is it!?"

Wei Wuxian said, "This is something... it's placed, oh no, it's stuffed in..."

Hearing the word plug, Jin Ling understood immediately, hurriedly threw away the glass in his hand, took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped his palms, and finally threw the handkerchief far away again: "You are disgusting!"

Wei Wuxian was shocked: "What do I care about!? This thing is not mine!"

Jin Ling said embarrassingly: "It's not yours, so you must have used it, otherwise how would you know this kind of thing."

Lan Sizhui didn't speak the whole time because he didn't understand what the friends were discussing. It wasn't until Jin Ling got angry that he suddenly realized, and said quietly, "Sect Master Jin...that...you don't understand...that thing is called Nine Orifice jade is for burial..."

Jin Ling's face turned red from being suppressed by these words, and he sprinted behind Jiang Cheng, Wei Wuxian could only shake his head, what was going on in this kid's mind, could he be such a nasty person?

While thinking about it, there was a mighty sound of fighting, and dozens of young men in red clothes descended from the sky, surrounding the crowd, all holding bows and arrows in their hands.

Wen Ning was touched by the color of the clothes, and subconsciously glanced at Lan Sizhui, the last orphan of the Wen family, and then, the leader of the gangster asked, "Who dares to trespass Fanyang Village?"

Wei Wuxian strode forward, deliberately holding Chen Qing in his hand and protesting: "Oh, we didn't break into the village again, we just stayed at the foot of your house for a while, why, can't we?"

The young man in red said: "This place is within five hundred miles of Fanyang Village. Tell me, does this count as trespassing?"

"You kid, why don't you get in, you don't know me, do you know him?" Wei WuXian walked up to Lan WangJi, pointing at him solemnly.

The young man sneered a few times, and said, "The Lan family, not to mention the Lan family, even if the king of heaven is here, I have to get out!"

As soon as the words fell, he rolled backwards uncontrollably and hit the flat ground forcefully, causing blood to flow out, followed by a polite young man with a painting bucket on his back , the moment he appeared in this world, everyone present was stunned.

The young man was also dressed in a red robe, with a mutton fat blood jade that resembled the scorching sun hanging on his waist. He first smiled apologetically at the seniors, then walked in front of Wen Ning calmly, and bowed respectfully: "Nephew Er Wenyu pays respects to Uncle."

Lan Sizhui stood upright on the spot, cold sweat broke out from his back, and he didn't even dare to breathe. Wei Wuxian finally saw the boy in his dream. It turned out that the person was not SiZhui, and it turned out that the dream did not appear for no reason.

Jin Ling hid behind Jiang Cheng, almost crying in a fit of anger. The uncle and nephew finally understood why Wen Ning treated Lan Sizhui differently from ordinary people, and why the students of the Lan family treated the Taoist executioner with courtesy!

After bowing, Wen Yu looked around and said, "Seniors, the fact of today is that this junior did not do well. If you don't mind, please stay in Fanyang Village for a few days and let this junior express his apology."

Everyone came here for the brain case, and they were worried about how to get in. They never thought that acquaintances would come down from the sky and tell them to take advantage of it, but the person involved, Wen Ning, was frightened and stood still, and formed a relationship with Lan Sizhui. Two landscapes.

After entering the village, Wen Yu arranged for everyone to go to the house. Wei Wuxian didn't do it right away to stabilize the enemy army, not to mention that the child was related to Wen Ning and looked exactly like Lan Sizhui. Can't act rashly.

In a certain pavilion in Fanyang Village, Lan Sizhui was overwhelmed with anxiety, Wen Ning quietly came up behind him, and patted his shoulder: "A Yuan, are you alright?"

Lan Sizhui turned around, shook his head, and said with a sad face, "Uncle Ning, do you know what's going on? How could I look the same as the village master, and he's also from the Wen family, would it be..."

Wen Ning said: "I don't know the specific situation... Before I came to Fanyang Village, I didn't even know that there were still living people in the Wen family."

Lan Sizhui said, "Is he... a descendant of the Wen family, or... mine..."

"Master Uncle, why didn't you call your nephew while you were chatting with your elder brother?" Wen Yu came around from the path and appeared behind the two of them. Lan Sizhui turned around slowly and set his eyes on the face of the visitor. There was a drum in my heart.

"Who are you...?" Lan Sizhui wanted to hide behind Wen Ning more and more after watching him. He had never felt that it was a shame to be part of the Wen family, but who would accept a younger brother who suddenly fell from the sky? ?

Wen Yu looked down at his robe, and said with a childish expression: "I am my elder brother's younger brother, and I only found out this in recent years. When I was young, my adoptive father didn't tell me anything until he passed away the year before last..."

Wen Ning said sternly: "How could I not know that A Yuan has brothers, not to mention that apart from Han Guangjun, Mr. Wei, A Yuan and me, no one else knows about this. What is your intention?"

Wen Yu said: "I know, it's unbelievable that an orphan of the Wen family jumped out suddenly, but that's what my adoptive father told me. He said that he picked me up in Qishan territory. I don't even know..."

Another one asked three questions. In fact, sometimes the background is filled too full, which is not enough to win people's trust. On the contrary, it is this kind of incomplete story that can win people's sincerity. Wen Ning thought for a moment, and said: "D Blood confession."

Lan Sizhui and Wen Yu looked at Wen Ning together. For the sake of fairness, Wen Ning naturally prepared the water for kinship recognition. Half a quarter of an hour later, a bowl of clear mountain spring water was brought into a certain pavilion.

Wen Yu was very excited, and quickly stepped forward to cut his finger with a dagger, and dripped a drop of blood into the water bowl. Lan Sizhui leaned on the stone pillar, hesitantly dared to move forward, he was afraid that if his identity was made public, Will Mr. Hanguang abandon himself like a shoe?

Wen Ning took Lan Sizhui's hand, and comforted him: "If you don't want to, you don't have to force it. You are now a well-respected student of the Lan family, so you have to go through this troubled water."

Lan Sizhui said: "No...Uncle Ning, Ah Yuan definitely didn't dislike the identity of the Wen family, but I was afraid that Lord Hanguang would expel me from the sect..."

If Lan Wangji also abandoned him, then he would be homeless just like Wen Ning.

Wen Ning said: "Jun Hanguang and Mr. Wei will not abandon A Yuan, they are elders and family members."

Lan Sizhui looked at his uncle with a peaceful expression, nodded and said, "Okay, I'm willing to give it a try."

As another drop of blood fell, the two red moles pushed and shoved, and finally merged together...

Wen Yu was very happy, and hugged Lan SiZhui tightly in his arms: "Brother, I finally found you. Ah Yu is so happy. I will ask them to make delicious food tomorrow, so I will treat you seniors well."

Looking at the smiling face of the young man, Wen Ning felt extremely complicated, and slowly withdrew from the place where the moonlight could shine. Seeing that his uncle was nowhere to be seen, Wen Yu said goodbye to the brothers who had been separated for many years, and searched for Wen Ning along the trail. traces.

Under the shadow of the moon, Lan Sizhui couldn't help crying.

"I finally found it. Is Lan Sizhui, a disciple of the Lan family, so hard to find?" A mocking word came from the top of the pavilion. Jie Feng Road.

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Lan Sizhui glanced up, then said in a depressed tone, "Sovereign Jin, why are you here?"

Jin Ling said: "This suzerain is not here, but has been here all the time. When I saw Wen Yu during the day, I knew it was a big deal. I didn't expect that I guessed it right. I said why the ghost general treats you so well. So you are also a remnant of the Wen family!"

Lan Sizhui didn't want to say too much, and said concisely: "Yes."

Jin Ling said angrily, "Don't you want to explain, the only one is, are you very honorable?"

Lan Sizhui said: "If Sovereign Jin could choose what kind of family to be born into, would you still be willing to be part of the Jin family?"

Jin Ling said without hesitation: "Of course I am willing, I can do whatever the sect master wants!"

Lan Sizhui shook his head, and said: "Unfortunately, there are never ifs in life. If you are satisfied with your life, I am also satisfied. Whether it is the Lan family or the Wen family, it is an unchangeable fact. The remnants of the Wen family are together, so from now on, Wen Yuan will never appear in front of you again."

"You love Mr. Jin and Mrs. Jin, and I also love my parents." Lan Sizhui's figure gradually drifted away, gradually disappearing into the long moonlight: "People, there is no distinction between high and low."

Hearing Lan Sizhui's deepness, Jin Ling knew that he was going too far, and ran to his friend in three steps at a time, blocking his way, and said righteously, "Sizhui, I didn't mean to look down on you, I didn't blame you, I... can't I apologize to you, I'm sorry!"

A light flashed in Lan SiZhui's eyes.

"Anyway, from now on, the enemy of you is the enemy of the Lanling Jin family. In the future, if anyone dares to bully you as a descendant of the Wen family, this suzerain will definitely call him good-looking! We are still good friends. In the future, you Can you come to Jinlin Terrace as a guest often, okay?" Jin Ling discarded all the face in this life, just to win back his friend's heart.

The corner of the young man's mouth was slightly raised, and a tear ran across his cheek and entered the corner of his mouth. What he tasted was not the bitterness of tears, but the purest and true friendship in the world.

Jin Ling punched Lan Sizhui in the chest, and complained, "It's all your fault, you didn't tell me anything, if you told me the truth earlier, I wouldn't be angry."

Lan Sizhui smiled, he could blame himself for all the disputes tonight: "Okay, it's my fault, Sect Master Jin, it's getting late, you should go back first, or Sect Master Jiang will get angry again."

Jin Ling didn't care, pouted and said, "Sovereign Jin, Sect Master Jin, do we have such a relationship? It's fine to call me Young Master Jin before, but now you dare to call me that and still treat me as a friend!?"

Lan Sizhui smiled apologetically: "Okay...Young Master Jin..."

Jin Ling roared: "Lan Sizhui, you are a piece of wood!!!"

Fanyang Village is rich in supplies, and it can almost be called a gentle village with gold silk pillows. Wei Wuxian has a pillow on the back of his neck, and he also holds the other into his arms. Lan Wangji is just about to go to bed after washing up. Resting, I was shocked by the mess in front of me.

The original square-folded quilt was wrinkled by Wei Wuxian, and his own pillow was also occupied by him. He took off the bath towel on his shoulders, Lan Wangji put on the lining again, sat on the edge of the bed and wiped the wet long hair.

Wei WuXian raised his long leg and kicked him on the back, complaining, "How could this be, Hua Xian is actually Si Zhui's younger brother, maybe he's also a biological brother, it's over, it's over, now Senior Lan is going to curse again !"

Lan Wangji said as firmly as Mount Tai: "Uncle has long been aware of Si Zhui's identity."

Wei Wuxian hugged Lan Wangji's waist from the foot of the bed to Lan Wangji's legs, and said worryingly: "That's because the others didn't know, and they thought they could hide the truth, but who knew that Wen Yu would come out halfway, and Even Wen Ning doesn't know there is such a person, don't you think it's suspicious?"

For Mr. Hanguang, everything seemed to be easily solved, so he said flatly: "There must be a way for the car to reach the mountain."

Wei Wuxian didn't know what medicine he took wrongly. Ever since that dream, he was full of doubts about everything around him. Today he saw the boy in the dream again. He clearly remembered that when he first entered the village, he also It was when he was closest to Wen Yu that the inexplicable sense of familiarity surged up again.

So he tried to reach out to touch the painting barrel, but before he could touch it, Wei Wuxian's whole body was sucked by it uncontrollably, but fortunately, Lan Wangji quickly pulled him back Xu Hanguang-jun didn't see the clue, he just thought it was his wife who committed a mischievous problem again.

"SiZhui hasn't come back yet, aren't you worried?"

Lan Wangji finished wiping his hair, put the towel on the wooden stand and went back to the far side, snatched his own pillow from under Wei Wuxian's legs, put it neatly on the head of the bed, and stretched out his hand to smooth the wrinkles on it, Said: "He has a measure."

Wei Wuxian twisted to a position against the wall, and continued to think about the relationship between the painting fairy and his characters. He once read an ancient book about refining magic tools in the library, and there was a chapter in it about painting with the bones of the dead. Only by enshrining with one's own spiritual power for 81 days can it be effective.

However, when he was backlashed, Lan Sizhui was just a fledgling child, and Wen Yu called him his elder brother over and over again. Let me ask you, how could a child of two or three years old think of using the bone refining method of a wicked person? Even if you think about it, the elders in the family will definitely not allow it to act recklessly.

A lot of doubts were mixed together, which made Wei Wuxian's head swell. He stroked Lan Wangji's long hair at the temples, and said sweetly, "Lan Zhan, after I died, did you go to collect the body?"

Lan Wangji held his palm with his backhand, propped himself up on his body with his elbows, and said seriously, "Yes."

Wei Wuxian touched this handsome face, and said in a coaxing tone: "Really, you really did look for it, and the result, did you find it?"

Lan Wangji nodded his head and took a deep breath as if his scars had been uncovered. The whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and his right arm could no longer support the weakened body, so it hit Wei Wu Xian's body, and buried his head into his neck: "There's nothing..."

It's not so much that it doesn't exist, it's better to say that it's being served first.

Wei Wuxian raised his hand and stroked the rabbit's head, and comforted him: "It's okay, I'm here with my whole body, you can do whatever you want, do you still need bones, could it be that Hanguang-jun just likes me appearance"

Lan Wangji nestled on top of him, shook his head, and said, "No."

It's useless to argue about right and wrong. Today, souls are right and wrong. If you can regain what you lost, why bother to pursue too much...

Coaxing and coaxing, Lan Wangji fell asleep in this position. Wei Wuxian gently arranged him, covered him with the quilt, and kissed him on the forehead, saying contentedly, "Lan Zhan, don't worry Whoever you like, you will follow me!"

During the day, Wei Wuxian sneaked out to spy on Wen Yu's residence. He heard from the servants in the village that the village master of his family had a very docile temper and was as quiet as Lan Wangji, so his dormitory was located in the southwest at an altitude of on the highest hill.

After turning over several pavilions, a two-story building stood upright on the spot in the distance, with three characters inlaid with white jade on the golden plaque - Huaxian Pavilion.

Sneaking into this pavilion, the room was pitch-black. Out of guilt, Wei Wuxian didn't light the fire talisman, but came to the wooden ladder by intuition. He didn't come across any utensils along the way. I like to put too many things in the house, and the place I passed by just now is nothing more than an empty space.

Along the golden-painted wooden ladder, it took about sixteen steps to reach the second floor. The faint moonlight penetrated through the window lattice. Mo Xuanyu's eyes were not very good, so Wei Wuxian couldn't see very well either. Clearly, he continued to search with his intuition, and after seven steps away, he stopped in front of a set of shelves, in which was enshrined a scroll, and there was sandalwood four inches in front of him.

From the door to here, Wei Wuxian almost relied on intuition, because deep in his heart there were hands guiding him in the direction. From the moment he saw Wen Yu, he seemed to be wrapped up in something, anxious want to find out.

He first took a few steps back and bowed to the scroll, no matter what sacred place it is, it’s always right to bow, it’s better to believe it’s there or not. Holding the upper part, the other hand slowly unfolds the painting.

What caught his eye was indeed the map of the constellations. He hung it on the wall and took a few steps back. In order to fully admire this masterpiece, Wei Wuxian lightly wiped his fingers and drew out a fire talisman, redeeming the long night of loneliness. .

The moment he saw the picture clearly, there was a hysterical pain from his back, Wei Wuxian felt his legs go weak, and he collapsed to the ground with a 'bang': "What's going on, how could it be like this..."

No.17 deed

After resting for a full quarter of an hour, he managed to stand up again, supporting his still painful waist.