The Chen Qing Collection of Two Worlds [Rebirth]

(The episode about Huoshao Yunshen was not clearly written in the main text, so I hereby make it up, hoping to help everyone understand the plot better)

Wei WuXian broke through the siege of the scorching sun, rushed over to grab Lan WangJi's hand, and said anxiously, "Lan Zhan, come with me!"

The sound of the piano is full of white blades and blood, and the mist of fire is filled with steaming clouds.The once quiet and secluded land of Jialan has long since turned into a mess, with ruins everywhere, and burning sun everywhere. Lan Wangji held the qin alone to fend off the enemy. Seeing Wei Wuxian rushing in, he leveled the road ahead with the sound of the qin with his left hand, and immediately blew a breeze with his right. The palm sent him out of the dry rut, and said: "Don't worry about me, go help brother."

Before the words fell, a raging fire exploded in the direction of Zangshu Pavilion. Hundreds of Wen's monks raised their long swords, raised their arms and shouted, dancing around the fire:

"The sun rises on Qishan Mountain, and the scorching sun burns. Burning the sky and destroying the earth, the supreme light. Those who follow me will prosper, and those who oppose me will perish!"

In an instant, the entire mountain reverberated with Wen's war song.

Lan Wangji's expression changed drastically. In the past, King Xiang's army was under the wall, and he was besieged on all sides. If people's hearts were shaken, the century-old foundation of Gusu Lan's family would be destroyed in one fell swoop.

Yun Shen doesn't know where he is in danger!Gusu is in danger!The Lan family is in danger!

Wei Wuxian was very anxious, and said loudly: "Lan Zhan, if the green hills are here, you don't have to worry about running out of firewood! Let's go first!"

But Lan Wangji couldn't listen anymore, he broke away from Wei Wuxian's hand, pressed the strings with both hands, his fingers were like flying, the sound of the piano neighed, and the spiritual sound filled his ears, sweeping over a dozen monks who were intercepted and killed. land.Then, regardless of the dissuasion of his disciples, he stood up a few times and went straight to Zangshu Pavilion over the crowd.

"Lan Zhan! Don't go!"

Wei Wuxian's eyes were red, and his attacks gradually became more vicious, his sword pierced his heart, and he killed every move, and he killed all the disciples who stood in his way in a short time.However, Wen's disciples kept pouring out from all around, holding fine iron long shields and encircling him in the formation, leading a monk arrogantly said: "Wei Wuxian, let's capture him without a fight! For the sake of face, leave your whole body."

"Anyone caught?"

Wei Wuxian sneered, "I'm sorry, these four words are not in my Wei Ying's dictionary."

"Kanger Lizi, don't blame me for being ruthless. Come on!" The monk waved his long sleeves, and all the disciples of the Wen family quickly retreated behind the fine iron shield, intending to use the iron shield as a cage to trap Wei Wuxian to death, "You Even if you have the ability to reach the sky, you can't escape today. See if I don't shoot you like a sieve, let the arrows go!"

Suddenly, all arrows were fired.Wisps of evil energy emerged from Wei Wuxian's body, and he immediately wanted to block it.But at this moment, a stronger piano sound pierced through the air, and it was as fierce as an overwhelming force, breaking away Wen's iron formation.

Lord Qingheng came with his sword in hand, and stepped out a bloody path among hundreds of monks.He didn't even look at the group of young people, and said in a deep voice to Wei Wuxian: "You can't stay here for long. Go find Wangji, and leave quickly!"

But Wei Wuxian didn't move a single step when he heard the words, Lan Zhan wanted to protect him, and Lord Qingheng couldn't die.He clearly remembered that when Lan Wangji and Lan Wangji left the bottom of the Xuanwu Cave, the news of Qingheng Jun's serious injury and death came. Since then, the father and son have been separated by yin and yang, and they didn't even see each other for the last time.

If you can not taste the pain of the early death of your parents, then don't taste it.

Mr. Qingheng seemed to understand his concerns, and deliberately teased him: "You are not afraid at such a young age, I am the head of the family anyway. A few soldiers and crab generals can still handle it."

Looking at Qingheng Jun's gentle side face, Wei Wuxian couldn't smile at all. Back then he was besieged by a hundred families of the immortal sect. Even though the evil methods were terrible, a good man was no match for four hands. His final defeat and backlash were also expected among things.He said: "Senior! There are many people in the Wen family, so it's not appropriate to die. 36 The best strategy is to move forward. After the chaos, we don't have to worry about making a comeback."

Qingheng Jun suddenly asked: "What did you call me?"

Wei Wuxian paused, "I..."

Mr. Qingheng smiled and said: "Under the nest, there are still eggs? Guarding the soil, defending the family, and protecting the faction are the duties of the suzerains of all generations. This is the end, anyone can leave, but I can't. Good boy, your heart I received it, but life and death are life and death, and I have something I must do."

Wei Wuxian became anxious: "Mr. Qingheng!"

Lord Qingheng said: "There is no greater grief than death. For more than ten years, I have been living like a walking corpse, trying to survive. Now that the family is in trouble, it is time for the son of the Lan family to fight bloody battles. Qishan is prosperous, but I, the Lan Sect, also have a strong and proud character, I would rather bend than bend, and die a hundred times without regretting. All disciples of the Lan Sect obey the order!"

Dozens of Lan's monks wearing blood clothes heard the order and quickly formed a circle, with their blades pointing outwards.Lord Qingheng said: "Wen's thieves, one will kill one, if there are hundreds, hundreds will be killed, and none will be left behind!"

After finishing speaking, he pushed Wei Wuxian out of the gate of the formation with a sudden push, and said via voice transmission: "Go quickly, go save Wangji!"

"Mr. Lan, I wonder what you're thinking about?"

Wen Xu walked to the Library Pavilion with his hands behind his back, looking at the blue brick and black tile attic, he said in an indifferent way: "Would you choose this dilapidated house, or the legs of your favorite student?"

Lan Qiren was plotted against by the people brought by Wen Xu, suffered internal injuries and lost his spiritual power.He was so angry that he wanted to get up and scold Wen's dog thief, but he could only be firmly pressed on the chair by the group of monks.

Wen Xu waved his hands and said, "How can you be so rude to Mr. Lan? Gusu Lan's family is also considered a scholarly family, so we naturally have to abide by the rules when we come to visit."

Lan Qiren spat out a mouthful of blood, shook his hands and cursed: "Waiting for you! It's a waste of heaven, you... you... will be punished one day!"

As if he didn't hear the curse, Wen Xu gave Lan Wangji's protégé a wink, and the protégé got the order, and kicked Lan Wangji's leg with a sinister smile.

His knees slammed against the bluestone slab, Lan Wangji let out a muffled groan, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.Wen Xu likes to push Gusu Lan's "hypocrites" who are full of benevolence, righteousness and shame into a difficult situation. Seeing this, he laughed and said, "Tsk tsk, how pitiful, he looks as big as my younger brother. It's just because my father doesn't love my mother. Love, having another old-fashioned uncle, you will suffer such a great punishment." He reached out to pick up Lan Wangji's chin, and continued: "It's a pity, so good-looking, but the rest of his life will be like a death Cripple. Why don't you kneel down and give me a few knocks, and I'll show you kindness and forgive you."

Lan Wangji said coldly, "Don't even think about it."

"Hahahahahaha..."

Wen Xu laughed excitedly and cruelly. This feeling of controlling other people's life and death is really wonderful!

"Since you and your uncle are so strong, I will grant you. This library will be burned, and your legs will be broken. Someone—"

Following three high-fives, a row of Wen's holding sticks lined up in front. Wen Xu Haosheng said: "I broke both legs and smashed his knees into powder. I want him to be unable to walk on the ground for the rest of his life. This is disobedience." What will happen to me, Wen's."

Lan Qiren vomited several mouthfuls of blood, struggled and said: "Wang Ji! Wang Ji!"

Wen Xu watched Zangshuge being burned with a smirk, then raised his eyebrows in a rather comfortable mood, and said lightly: "Why are you still in a daze? Do it."

The student wearing the Yanyang Raging Robe had to order Lan Wangji to be pressed to the ground, firmly grasping his legs, and just as he was about to drop the stick, a black shadow suddenly rushed in.

Wei Wuxian knocked away several Wen's monks one after another casually, then rolled over, and threw himself on Lan Wangji's fuselage, begging for mercy, "Master Wen, keep someone under the stick!"

Wen Xu raised his hand to take the filial tea from his disciples, without raising his eyelids, he said, "Wei Wuxian, why are you busy everywhere?"

Wei Wuxian lay on the ground like a tortoise, with Lan Wangji under his body, giggling and saying, "Young Master Wen, you can't say that, I also feel pity for beauties! face, frowning, I feel so distressed to death, how can Mr. Wen be so easy to deal with?"

Wen Xu and Lan Qiren's complexions were ashen when one sentence was inserted, Wen's hated Duanxiu, and Lan Qiren could not listen to swear words.

"So Mr. Wei likes this." Wen Xu slammed the teacup in front of Wei Wuxian, wiped his hands with a silk handkerchief, and said with a sneer, "Forget it, if I don't accommodate you today, I'm afraid people in the world will scold you. I, Wen, don't know how to take pity on a beautiful woman. Naturally, I can't bear such a crime. Why don't I reward Young Master Wei for a chance to be a hero to save the beauty."

Lan Wangji secretly had a bad idea, desperately pushing Wei Wuxian who was pressing on top of him, and said anxiously, "Wei Ying! Let's go! Let's go!"

Wei Wuxian remained motionless, and asked, "I also ask Mr. Wen to enlighten me."

Wen Xu said: "You and I have no grievances and no enmity. I don't want your legs. But the punishment that the second young master Lan deserves must be punished with a stick."

Wei Wuxian asked, "How many sticks?"

Wen Xu said: "Eighty sticks. If you take it for him, let's let go of today's matter, how about it? It's enough to give you face."

Lan Qiren ruthlessly overturned the table to the ground and cursed: "Eighty sticks! Eighty sticks! Eighty sticks down! There is no life left! Wen Xu! You bastard! You bastard!"

"Since you are already a beast, how can you do human affairs?"

Wen Xuquan thought Lan Qiren was farting, and said slowly: "I don't know what Mr. Wei wants?"

Lan Wangji looked at Wei Wuxian in horror, and said tremblingly, "Wei Ying! Don't agree!"

The evil spirit flickered in his hand, Wei Wuxian frowned, and firmly protected the person under him.

He has to endure.

The time was not yet ripe for Varwin.

If he took action at this time and showed his courage for a while, it would inevitably attract a large-scale invasion by Wen Ruohan and his monks.

Even if he has the blessing of cunning and magic, it is still difficult for him to resist the flourishing Wen family.

At that time, Yun Shen's unknown place will really be doomed.

In order not to implicate the Yunmeng Jiang family, in order not to repeat the mistakes of the previous life, and in order not to further anger Wen Xu.

Wei Wuxian stabilized his mind and said without hesitation, "Okay."

"Wei Ying!"

Lan Wangji went crazy.

He watched helplessly as the sticks as thick as arms in the hands of Wen's disciples fell on Wei Wuxian's back like raindrops.He struggled desperately, trying to resist with his flesh and blood.But Wei Wuxian's arms were like steel hoops, tightly locking him in his arms.

He looked desperately at the blood on his beloved's back, and the tears in the corners of his eyes couldn't stop falling...

Break my leg.

Isn't it just two legs, I'll give you!

Wei Wuxian leaned into Lan Wangji's ear with a pale face, and whispered softly like countless whispers at night: "Lan Zhan, close your eyes and don't look or listen. Brother Lan, be good, everything, everything is yours." The dream, the dream will wake up soon..."

After finally reaching thirty sticks, Wei Wuxian could no longer move, and blood flowed all over the ground.Lan Qiren cried and cursed, and said frantically: "Stop it! Stop it! The library is burned, and Yunshen's place is also burned. You should be satisfied! Wen Xu, let him go!"

Wen Xu is worthy of being Wen Ruohan's most capable son, he even resembles that condescending coldness, he cast a glance at Lan Qiren, and said calmly: "Old Mr. Lan, why are you so anxious? It's only three years Ten sticks, there are still fifty sticks left to hit."

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand to signal the disciples to continue playing.

Lan Wangji stared blankly at Wei Wuxian who was jumping on top of him, splashes of blood spattered his face.

He gently pushed Wei Wuxian's body.

Warm, but no response.

"Wei Ying..."

Wei Wuxian's head hangs limply on his shoulders, blood gushes from the corner of his mouth, staining the plain white school uniform red.

After another ten sticks, Wen Xu finally raised his hand mercifully.

"never mind."

The joy of torture lies in "torture". The screams and whines of prey before dying are the most beautiful fairy sounds, but beating a dead person is different from beating a dead pig.

boring.

Wen Xu stood up with little interest, and said to the disciples: "Okay, I've seen enough of today's excitement, and it's time to go back and report to my father. Pass down the order to get everyone to stop and prepare to go back to Qishan."

Then, with a contemptuous smile, he saluted Lan Qiren respectfully, and said: "It's getting late, and the relatives at home are concerned, so this junior won't stay for dinner. I also advise old senior Lan to think about it, so that he can take care of himself and say goodbye."

The night comes to an end, the sun fades away.

Supported by his disciples, Lan Qiren hurriedly went to check the injuries of the two juniors on the ground.The moment his finger was about to touch Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji suddenly came back to his senses, as if he wanted to vent all the suppressed emotions in his heart, he slammed Lan Qiren's hand away, and said out of control: " Don't touch him!"

Seeing his nephew going crazy for the first time, Lan Qiren couldn't help taking a step back: "...forget the machine."

Wei Wuxian was lying lifelessly in Lan Wangji's arms like a torn doll that had fallen apart.No matter how much he shakes, how much he shakes, it seems that he will never open his eyes again...

One drop, two drops, three drops...until large swaths of tear stains drenched the black bloody clothes.

Wei Ying...

Wei Ying...

Wei Ying...

He burst into tears.

Suddenly, Wei Wuxian opened his eyes.

He giggled and said, "Lan Zhan?"

Lan Wangji was stunned.

"Brother Lan, let go of your hand first, and let me take out the chicken blood bag."

Wei WuXian pushed him away, untied his oversized robe, and took out five or six empty bags of chicken blood, as well as a shrunken futon.

Lan Wangji: ...

Lan Qiren felt dizzy for a while, "Wei Ying, what's going on?"

Wei Wuxian rubbed his shoulders, and said honestly: "It's not my blood, it's chicken blood! Oh, that Wen Xu is so unscrupulous, I was prepared for any danger. Fortunately, I have a lot of tricks, so I came up with some ideas. Playing dead to fool him, or else my life will be in danger today!"

Lan Wangji was suddenly out of breath, stood up without saying a word, and raised his arms high towards him.

Wei Wuxian turned pale with shock, "Lan Zhan, we're not married yet! Why are you abusing your family!"

Hand up, palm down.

Wei Wuxian raised his hand to block it.

Just heard a "pop".

Lan Wangji slapped himself across the face.

Wei Wuxian rushed up, grabbed his wrist, and hugged him tightly, "Lan Zhan! Are you crazy! What are you doing!"

Lan Wangji blamed himself, "I'm sorry."

A fishy sweetness gushed out of Wei Wuxian's throat, but he suppressed it back desperately, pretending not to care, and said, "Lan Zhan, it's not your fault. Everything is my own choice, even if you give me another ten thousand chances , I will still pounce on you to protect you."

Just like you once risked your life to protect me.

Lan Zhan.

I really, really...

really like you.