A Song of Acacia

The Patriarch of the Gusu Lan Clan, Mr. Qing Heng, has been in seclusion all year round, and he doesn't care about worldly affairs. Therefore, Lan Qiren and Lan Xichen take care of everything big and small in the Lan Clan. Renju Song Feng Shui Moon.

When Lan Wangji and Qinglan arrived, Lan Qiren and Lan Xichen seemed to be discussing something. Seeing Qinglan's arrival, Lan Qiren snorted, flicked his sleeves and turned around, you can talk to her.He was so disgusted that he didn't want to talk to Qinglan.

Lan Xichen smiled apologetically at Qinglan, and said softly, "Miss Qinglan".

"I know what you're going to say." Qinglan didn't mind Lan Qiren's attitude, she raised her hand to stop Lan Xichen's words, "It's nothing more than to blame me for being too aggressive today, and I'm afraid I will bring trouble to your Lan family."

"I have no such intention."Lan Xichen bowed apologetically, "On the contrary, I would like to thank Miss Qinglan for saving the disciple who guarded the mountain and saved him from being burned at the stake."

Qinglan raised her eyebrows, as if surprised by Lan Xichen's attitude, but her tone softened a little, "Don't worry, I'm not a reckless person. If I dare to do it today, I can guarantee that I won't hurt you Lan Xichen." .”

"Oh? Lan Xichen was puzzled, and Lan Qiren also turned his body slightly, as if he was listening, but Lan Wangji still had the look of ice and snow.

"I put a small restriction on him, as long as he wants to mention today's events to others, he will have colic in his internal organs, and he would be in pain." Qinglan smiled slyly, "So, if he is not afraid of death, he can say it. "

Lan Xichen choked for a moment, and smiled for a while, "So, if Wen Chao can't tell others about this, his subordinates will not dare to mention it to others. Lao Qinglan has to worry about this."

Lan Qiren reprimanded lightly, "Heretician."

"Hey, you blue old man, don't know what's good or bad, who am I for." Qing Lan shouted dissatisfied.

"Miss Qinglan," Lan Xichen stopped Qinglan, "Uncle is also worried about you, and he doesn't mean to belittle you."

Qinglan couldn't help rolling her eyes, as if she believed him to be a ghost, which made Lan Xichen smile slightly, and then said sternly, "Miss Qinglan doesn't know something. He is perverse, his Immortal Mansion is like a city, and there are countless guests. In recent years, he has been rampant and bullying the weak. The person who came today is Wen Chao, the son of the Immortal Governor of Evernight, Wen Ruohan. Wen Chao himself is nothing to be afraid of. However, Wen Ruohan, the Wen family, and even the Nightless City behind him should not be underestimated. Even if the girl has a deep cultivation base, she must be careful. Moreover, the Wen family uses fire to practice methods, and those puppets have traces of fire torture, so My uncle and I suspect that those puppets may have something to do with Wen."

"You mean that Wen's might be the mastermind behind the 'Spiriting'?" Qinglan asked, "Someone in their family is cultivating demons?"

"It's just a suspicion." Lan Xichen frowned, "I'm not sure if I'm cultivating demons, but I'm afraid there must be some evil things that can absorb spirits."

"No wonder," Qinglan nodded, "I felt the devilish energy from Wen's boy, but it was very faint. He probably wasn't practicing, but he had close contact with demon cultivators, so he was contaminated with demonic energy. No wonder he has such a violent temper.”

Lan Qiren had already turned around at this time, and after hearing what Qinglan said, he exchanged a glance with Lan Xichen and sighed, "If the matter of capturing spirits is really related to the Immortal Governor, I'm afraid we, the Lan family, will not be able to decide. It’s over, and the world is probably going to be in chaos.”

"The Wen family has never sent any children here since the Lan family held the audition. Even though they are only siblings from the Wen family who came here this time, I'm afraid they have ulterior motives." Lan Xichen thought for a while, then said lightly.

"In any case, we just need to remember to treat people with courtesy and be careful." Lan Qiren said in a deep voice, while sitting quietly behind the desk, as if he didn't want to talk anymore.

"Yes," Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji bowed, "Nephew takes his leave."

Qinglan went out with the Lan's Shuangbi together, Lan Wangji had nothing to say, and Lan Xichen also looked preoccupied. After his face cooled down, he looked even more similar to Lan Wangji. Qinglan Looking at the two brothers from his side, he felt more and more that they were like twins.

"Oh, you two are talking, Qinglan couldn't stand the preoccupied look of the two brothers, and couldn't help but sighed, "Isn't it just a Qishan Wen family, as for it? "

Lan Xichen smiled gracefully, and shook his head slightly, but Lan Wangji suddenly asked, "Senior, do you have a good opinion?"

Qinglan was stunned, then shook her head, Lan Wangji seemed a little disappointed, and kept silent, and the light in Lan Xichen's eyes seemed to dim, but she didn't want Qinglan to tilt her head and say briskly, "This matter It’s as simple as it is simple, and as complicated as it is.”

"Why?" The light in Lan Xichen's eyes flickered for a moment, he stopped and looked at Qinglan intently, and Lan Wangji also turned to look at Qinglan.

"To put it simply, after finding out the truth of the matter, directly destroy the Qishan Wen Sect. To put it complicatedly, the person who destroys the Qishan Wen Sect must have a high level of cultivation, and none of you have reached this level so far." Qing Lan As he said, he curled his lips, "It's a pity that I can't take action directly, otherwise I can help you solve this problem."

?The Lan's twin jades showed puzzled eyes.

"Why, don't you have this rule?" Qinglan wondered, "I'm an immortal, and I can't kill monks at will, just like you monks can't kill mortals at will."

"It's the default rule of the Immortal Sect to not slaughter mortals at will," Lan Xichen nodded lightly, "I don't know that even immortals can't attack monks at will."

"Ordinary people are the foundation of cultivation, and monks are the foundation of cultivation. If you don't restrain yourself and slaughter at will, it will damage the foundation of cultivation." Qinglan explained, "So I can't easily interfere with your cultivation world, otherwise I will betray you." causal. Unless..."

"Unless what?" Lan Xichen asked.

"Unless the cultivator provokes first, then I can kill him with integrity!" Qinglan raised her eyebrows, "Just like today, if Wen Chao dared to bully the person I'm protecting in front of me, then I can teach him a lesson , but because it wasn’t a big deal, I didn’t take his life either. If the Qishan Wen Sect dares to attack your Gusu Lan Sect in the future, don’t worry, as long as I’m here, I’ll protect you all day.”

Qinglan patted Lan Xichen's shoulder proudly as she spoke, but unfortunately she was petite and only reached Lan Xichen's chest. This originally bold gesture was a bit out of order, causing Lan Xichen to smile slightly.

"Thank you, Miss Qinglan," Lan Xichen bowed gracefully.

"Thank you, senior." Lan Wangji also bowed solemnly.

"It's easy to say," Qinglan smiled and turned to Lan Wangji and said curiously, "Lan Zhan, your brother calls me Miss Qinglan, Wei Ying calls me sister Qinglan, why do you always call me senior in such a serious way? ?”

Lan Wangji didn't seem to like her approaching, so he took a step back silently, pursed his lips, and said softly, "Senior has a profound cultivation base and ranks among the immortals. It is considered disrespectful to call him casually."

Qinglan raised his forehead and sighed, "No wonder Wei Ying called you old-fashioned. You are really right. Don't worry, I don't care about these things. You can just call me Qinglan. People who practice Taoism don't care about these red tapes. The number is the best."

Lan Wangji opened his mouth, but he still didn't cry out. Finally, he could only purse his lips. The frost on his face seemed to be getting heavier, and even his body seemed to be a little stiff.

It's really like what Wei Ying said is a little old-fashioned, Qinglan secretly said.He wanted to let him go, but a familiar voice cut in.

"Brother Ji, hello, what a coincidence, sister Qinglan and Mr. Zewu are also here."

Wei Wuxian and three or five disciples of the Immortal Sect were coming from the corner of the corridor, and they couldn't help being overjoyed when they saw the three of them, and waved happily.

"Brother Ji? Chicken breast?" Qinglan couldn't help laughing, and only Wei Ying dared to call Lan Wangji that way.Stealing a glance at Lan Zhan, he turned around and walked away, as expected, refusing to speak a word.

"Brother Wangji, wait for me." Wei Ying still chased him and shouted without knowing it.I saw the blue and white clothes with fluttering belts flashing, and disappeared without a trace in an instant, and they flew away directly.

"He doesn't pay attention to me." Wei Wuxian felt bored, and came to the front and complained to Qinglan, "Sister Qinglan, look at him, I just offered to be nice to him."

"Yes, yes, Qinglan suppressed a smile, "You took the initiative. "

"Prayer is over, Mr. Wei still not going to rest? Lan Xichen said calmly, and he was not angry because of his actions that annoyed his younger brother, and his voice was still gentle.

Wei Ying's expression froze for a moment, and the children of the aristocratic families behind him also glanced around with some guilty eyes. Just as Lan Xichen was about to get suspicious, Wei Ying suddenly shouted, "I need to rest, go right away, go right away .Speaking and beckoning everyone to hurry away."

Lan Xichen looked at their backs and frowned, then smiled helplessly and said, "Young Master Wei is really lively."

Qinglan's hearing is extraordinary, and she could easily hear Wei Ying saying "there is a stream in the back mountain" while leaving. She expected that his saying that going back to the abode to rest was false, and that it was true that he took everyone to the back mountain to fish. Hearing Lan Xichen's words, he couldn't help but sigh, "It's really lively, and it complements your Lan Zhan just right."

"Wang Ji," Lan Xichen pondered for a moment, imagined the scene of the two of them getting along and couldn't help but smile, and said with a slight sigh, "Wang Ji and I were brought up by our uncle since we were young, and we strictly abide by the Lan family's rules in every move. He also supervises the punishment, so he acts more rigorously and rigidly. This is the first time I have seen him lose his composure. This Mr. Wei is really forgetful..."

"Enemy!" Seeing that he was musing, Qinglan seemed to be unable to speak, so she answered with a smile.

Lan Xichen smiled when he heard the words, noncommittal, "But I think it's good. Wangji seems to have a lot of energy in the past two days. He is too depressed on weekdays, and many words are buried in his heart. I am also thinking about whether it is true or not. I was too hard on him."

The two chatted casually while walking forward, turned around the promenade, and saw a young man wearing Nie's school uniform standing in the corridor, seven points handsome, three points alert, always with a slight smile on the corners of his mouth and eyebrows .There are children from aristocratic families who come and go around from time to time, each of them salutes respectfully, but the strange thing is that no one returns the salute to him, and even gives him a stingy look, either avoiding him, or walking sideways in a hurry Go, it's weird.

Seeing Lan Xichen and Qinglan coming side by side, the young man's black and white eyes lit up, he quickly walked up to him and bowed respectfully, "Zewu-jun."

Lan Xichen hurriedly bowed and returned the salute, "Mr. Meng." Seeing Meng Yao looking at Qinglan after getting up, it seemed that she didn't know what to call, and quickly introduced, "This is Miss Qin, the guest of our Lan family."

"Miss Qin," the young man was still a big gift, so frightened that Qinglan quickly gave him a little help, and said with a light smile, "it doesn't have to be like this."

"Prayers are over, why don't you go back to rest?" Lan Xichen asked gently.

"Meng Yao specially came to bid farewell to Lord Zewu." The young man, Meng Yao, replied softly, the dimples on his mouth appeared faintly with a smile.

"Farewell?" Lan Xichen was stunned for a moment, "Young Master Meng, why don't you leave after hanging around for a few days."

Meng Yao shook her head, "Meng Yao is the guest of the Nie family, it's better to go back earlier."

"That's the case," Lan Xichen pondered for a while, "It's inconvenient for Xichen to stay longer, please take care." Looking at the young man's admiring eyes, he added, "Sect Master Nie is an upright person with clear rewards and punishments. Man, he will not treat you badly."

"Meng Yao made a note of it." The young man's eyes became even brighter, "Thank you Zewu-jun for turning around the salute just now." He bowed deeply again as he spoke.

"It's serious, you and I are both of the same generation, so there is no need to perform such a great gift." Lan Xichen hurriedly went to help.

"Meng Yao bid farewell." The young man took a deep look at him, turned around and saluted Qing Lan, and finally turned and walked away slowly.There were two more monks coming towards him on the road. He immediately stepped aside and bowed sideways. Still, no one responded. Qinglan couldn't see the boy's expression clearly, but he could guess that he must still be smiling, but he didn't I don't know why, but I just feel that the boy is very lonely.

"Meng Yao has a rough background, and the world has a lot of prejudice against him," Lan Xichen said flatly, "Fortunately, he is neither humble nor overbearing, diligent and self-reliant.

Qinglan was startled, it turned out that she had unconsciously asked why just now, and nodded after hearing Lan Xichen's words, "This person has a delicate mind, and he is not something in the pond. Those who look down on him now may be in trouble in the future." Sigh, don't bully the young and poor."

Lan Xichen smiled faintly, "I hope so."