Duanfang Yazheng Wei Wuxian, playing fish and birds Lan Wangji

After the exams, Lan Xichen went to Jinlin Terrace to ask for help, Lan Qiren acted as an agent for clan affairs, "Wei Wuxian" stayed behind closed doors in the Library Pavilion to look up classics... "Lan Wangji" was just like usual, elusive Idle around.

Lan Qiren didn't like Wei Wuxian's "showing his face" with Lan Wangji's face on his face, so Wei Wuxian fulfilled his wish, got up and rolled to the back mountain where no one was ever seen, and didn't come back until the curfew.

Therefore, when the alarm bells were ringing in the unknown place of Yunshen, Wei Wuxian was not around.

The sound of the bell was so loud that it sounded like a reminder, even though it was so far away, one could still feel the eagerness of the bell ringer.He got up when he heard the sound, and the white rabbit he had just caught jumped twice, quickly disappeared into the grass.Everyone in the Taoist sect will set up a warning mechanism in emergency situations. The Lan family's is to ring the bell, but since the fall of the Wen family, the bell has not rung for more than [-] years.

When Wei Wuxian stepped into the gate, everyone in Yunshen was in a hurry, the old and the weak, women and children retreated together, and the adult monks gathered with swords.

"What's going on?" he asked, grabbing one.

"You—hey, Hanguang-jun? I found you!" Seeing who he is, the disciple was overjoyed, "A monster from the murderous room escaped! Senior Wei took people away first! Go and see Bar!"

Wei Wuxian's heart skipped a beat. He had heard about the murderous room of the Lan family. It is said that the people in the town were some troublesome monsters of great origin. If any one was let go, it would be a disaster.

"where?"

"I just said that it is near the elegant room. If Senior Wei can hold it back, it should still be there." The disciple replied.

As if mocking him, as soon as the words fell, a roar came from behind.

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There was a mess in front of the elegant room.More than a dozen monks were in front of them to restrain them, but this six-clawed fire chinchilla was covered in purple flames and was extremely hostile. They tried several times to narrow the encirclement but failed, and some people were injured by the flames.

"Is it serious?" "Wei Wuxian" took two steps back and asked with his head tilted.

"It's... okay."

"You temporarily retreat."

"No, this formation requires the Lan family's swordsmanship—"

"Yiling Patriarch" didn't care about it, he raised his sword and stepped forward, joining the battle group, the fusion was seamless.

"—Cooperate." The monk finished speaking blankly, and suddenly felt that he had said a big nonsense——"Wei Wuxian"'s Lan family swordsmanship was so smooth, it seemed that he was much more proficient than him.

The addition of help made the lineup a little tighter. Xu felt the crisis, and the monster became more manic, rampant, and wanted to break through toughly.In the face of brute force, people will always be at a disadvantage.The offensive that everyone had just launched suddenly weakened a lot, and even the monks who came to reinforce with the periphery all retreated together.

Among them is Wei Wuxian.

Hearing that roar, Wei Wuxian didn't dare to delay, and rushed towards Yashi.Because he traveled very fast and had directions, when he arrived, he saw Lan Zhan and the dozen or so white-clothed monks forming a sword formation to fight against monsters.

It seems that Lan Zhan can handle it completely.Wei Wuxian stood outside, watching the fun with his hands folded.Unexpectedly, at this time, the disciple who showed him the way also rushed to him, so he couldn't die, and shouted, "Hanguang-Jun is here!"

Without warning, countless faces turned towards him—with undisguised surprise and expectation.The crowd of black and white people suddenly opened a path, leading straight to the center of the most intense battle with a posture of "you will go to hell if you don't go to hell".

This was beyond his expectations, and Wei Wuxian was flattered.

Ever since he practiced the ghost way, Wen Ning was always in the fight, and later he followed Lan Zhan, so he didn't have to worry about anything.He hasn't done close combat for many years, but he is very good at rubbing oil on the soles of his feet.Does this really require him to do it?

The kindness was hard to come by, he reached out and touched his lower back, but found nothing.That's right, how could it be possible for Hanguang-jun to wear a petition?But with bare hands, even if he plays, he can only do a disservice.

When he was in a dilemma, someone finally realized his difficulty.

"Hanguang-jun! Patriarch! Next—"

Lan Jingyi couldn't squeeze in, so she threw the things in her hand.Wei Wuxian stretched out his hand to catch it, and after a closer look, it was Bichen.Don't even think about it, this idiot must have thrown the petition to Lan Zhan.

Lan Zhan took the flute from his side, thrust it behind him without looking at it, and was still stabbing with the long sword that was out of hand.

"What's going on? Why doesn't the ancestor play the flute?"

"Ah, I see. Yunshen's unknown place is a blessed land of immortals. There are no vicious corpses or ghosts to summon!"

"It's broken, what should I do?"

Wei WuXian ignored it, stepped forward quickly, and shouted, "Take the sword!"

Lan Zhan nodded, a white light flashed, and Bichen came out of the sheath.The bright sword edge scratched across the hard scales, making a sharp scratching sound, the wounded monster screamed, and the flames soared to a height of several feet.

This move is the standard Lan family's inner sect swordsmanship, although its power is astonishing, but non-relatives are not allowed to learn it.The monks who assisted in the battle were dumbfounded.Has Hanguang-jun confessed his entire family fortune?Or the Yiling patriarch has switched to the Lan clan?But no matter how shocked, right now is by no means the moment to be dreamy. Several people shifted their positions and quickly formed a killing formation led by "Wei Wuxian", pressing on step by step.But at this moment, the light circulating on Bichen Sword suddenly went out.

Metal and iron clashed continuously, but the sword body was like ordinary iron, without any trace of aura stirring.The monster was furious with pain, its speed and strength became even more frightening, and the situation took a turn for the worse.

A trace of cold sweat crept up Wei Wuxian's back.

Everyone didn't know what to do, but Wei Wuxian suddenly realized how critical the situation was.He is used to relying on Lan Zhan, and Hanguang-Jun is always reassuring, but for a moment he forgot the crucial fact that his house has no spiritual power to call upon.

"Go back!"

Lan Zhan did not retreat.Wei Wuxian's heart was on fire.Resolute, he cursed in his heart, and rushed forward desperately: "Go back! I'm here! I'm here!"

what to do?He actually didn't know what to do.What is the formula for mobilizing spiritual energy?What if you don't have a weapon in your hand?It doesn't matter, no matter what, he can't let Lan Zhan continue to be brave.

Perhaps because his physical strength was at the end of his strength, or because he was distracted by hearing his voice, "Wei Wuxian" froze, unable to escape the claw.

Roaring, shouting, explosions, screaming... The world is so noisy, but at the moment when he saw the blood, Wei Wuxian couldn't hear anything, the blood bombarded the eardrums, and everything real left him.

With a swishing sound, a black fairy sword flew through the air. "Hanguang-jun" probed the sky and flew up.The sharp sword was unsheathed, and the bright golden color bloomed, like the ray of light after the first break of a shower, and everyone was dazzled by the bright aura like the sun.

With one twist, one stroke and one stab, the sword is fierce and straight to the point, but the moves are elegant and graceful like a dance.The power of the immortal sword infused with spiritual power greatly increased, and the scale armor that "Wei Wuxian" could not split was split in two under the sword of "Hanguang Lord".The monster hit the ground with its long tail, the stone fence shattered, the flames chased after it, and the forest turned into scorched earth, but whether it was evading or attacking, it was far less agile than "Hanguang Lord".The sword qi was vertical and horizontal, the roar was loud, and after dozens of rounds of fierce fighting, the monster was finally scarred. "Hanguang-jun" attracted all the monsters' attention by himself. Taking advantage of this opportunity, several monks quickly encircled him, the magic weapon was in place, and the seal fell.

"middle!"

Cheers resounded like a tidal wave, but the monks who participated in the siege were already in a panic, especially "Hanguang-Jun".

Congratulations on victory, concerns about injuries, whispers of doubts about the sword technique... all came to him in a hustle and bustle.

"HanGuang-Jun" turned a deaf ear to everything, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he dragged his sword, staggered towards "Wei WuXian", stared into a pair of red eyes, and asked, "Are you okay?"

"No problem. You—"

But "Wei Wuxian" couldn't finish the sentence.Hearing only two words, the vigor of "Hanguang-jun" dissipated immediately. "Very good, very good." He murmured twice, showing a very tired smile, and collapsed from strength.

Nothing else happened next. "Senior Wei" picked up "Hanguang-Jun" and returned to the quiet room, and the rest of the people waited in full swing to deal with the aftermath.

Lan Sizhui didn't join in the fun.He stayed at the end, picked up the sword, and looked at it carefully.The body of the sword is as clean as a mirror, light and sharp; the scabbard has a black background with gold patterns, which is stable and majestic.No matter how you look at it, it is clearly a high-grade fairy sword, but there is a very inappropriate name engraved near the hilt - whatever.

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Into the night

When Lan Jingyi passed by the quiet room, "Wei Wuxian" was sitting outside the door alone.

"Senior Wei, why don't you go in? You were just injured, so be careful Ye Liang."

"Afraid of noise."

"Noisy?" Jing Yi was a little surprised, and then a little surprised, why should she be surprised? Isn't "Senior Wei" always very noisy... But, thinking about it carefully, it seems that the chattering "Senior Wei" really hasn't been seen for a long time.

Although he didn't say anything, Jing Yi still liked this senior in his heart. The reason is very simple - the ancestor looked less like an elder than all the elders he knew. He was not serious at ordinary times, but he was absolutely reliable at critical moments. , when they were together, they were rather disgusted, but after they were separated, they made people feel a little nostalgic—there had never been such a person in Yunshen, so Lan Jingyi felt fresh.But recently, "Senior Wei" has changed, and he spends all day bored in the library, reticent, like a different person, making people uneasy.

After thinking about it, he boldly approached "Senior Wei".

"Why? If Mr. Hanguang thought you were noisy, he would have kicked you out."

"Wei Wuxian" raised his eyebrows, "Really?"

"Of course!" Lan Jingyi was a little annoyed, "Who do you think Hanguang-Jun is? You still can't tell how he treats you?"

"Wei Wuxian" pondered for a moment, "What do you see?"

Lan Jingyi choked, all the rabbits in Yunshen could see Hanguang-jun... that... Wei Wuxian, only Wei Wuxian didn't know anything? "Hanguang-jun, he...he...he..." Like it?He couldn't say the word.fancy?It feels even weirder. "He...he doesn't hate you." Jing Yi blushed, and finally came up with such a compromise.

“How come you see?”

How do you see it?Jing Yi had a feeling that iron could not be made into steel. "Just today, he gave you his saber, rushed up empty-handed, and asked you if you were all right when he was exhausted...Everyone saw it, but you still—wondered what you would do... won't bother him."

"Wei Wuxian" seemed to be stunned by his words, showing a thoughtful look.

Seeing his expression, Lan Jingyi also regretted that she had been reckless.Although he cares about his own family, breaking his sleeves is not something that can be forced. What's more, the owner of the family has not spoken, so why is he so anxious.

"Anyway, senior should rest early, the injury won't heal, and other people will worry about you... Hanguang-jun... He definitely doesn't mind..." Lan Jingyi was vague, no matter whether he should or not, he had already I have said what I want to say, and the rest can only be left to fate.

At this time, there were two coughs in the room.

"Wei Wuxian" and Lan Jingyi looked at each other, and the latter gave a quick "go" wink. "Wei Wuxian" turned around to leave, but was held back by Jing Yi.

"Don't tell Hanguang-jun that I said that."

The author has something to say: large-scale public violence shows affection, I just want to show my ancestor's swordsmanship