The Chen Qing Collection of Two Worlds [Rebirth]

Before the expedition to shoot the sun, Wei Wuxian was near Qishan Mountain, and heard a group of sallow-faced and thin children reciting a rhyme by the side of the road:

"Simple and simple, Fang will dance ten thousand dances. In the square of the sun, in the front and upper place!"

Jiang Cheng sneered, "Wengou is Wengou. He wants to compete with the sun at all times. I'm not afraid that I'll be shot down one day!"

Wei Wuxian took out a few pieces of silver from Lan Wangji's body, threw them to the boys, and said cautiously: "We are here to scout the way this time, if you shout so loudly, in case someone from Wen's will be attracted , we're all going to have to hang out."

Jiang Cheng stubbornly kept his mouth shut and continued to argue with him: "Wei Wuxian, isn't Yunmeng counting on you as the most talented, why are you greedy for life and afraid of death now? If Wengou comes, let's have a quick fight with them, It's not in vain to go through this."

"I said, are you a fool? Why are you looking for death if you can live?" Wei Wuxian stuffed Hanguang-jun's small purse back, patted it, and continued: "Jiang Cheng, I can warn you, I will He is a man with a family. If you spend a lot of time not enjoying yourself, what are you doing? Are you right, Lan Zhan?"

Lan Wangji nodded slightly, and said, "Yes."

Jiang Cheng: "..."

Walking along the road, Qishan was not well guarded, and could even be described as slack.Many sentry posts are useless, unattended, and there is no obstacle to walking back and forth.

Holding the sword in his arms, Wei Wuxian exclaimed, "The Wen family is so arrogant, day, day... oh, Lan Zhan, how do you say that?"

Lan Wangji said, "It's a sign that the sun is dying."

"Yes, it's a sign of the sunset." Wei WuXian made a gesture of drawing his bow facing the sun in the sky, and said with a big laugh, "Hahahahaha, Lan Zhan, isn't the sunset infinitely better, it's just that it's almost dusk. "

Lan Wangji said: "The sun always sets, and the sky never fails to night, Nanke has a dream, and the dream wakes up and the soul is empty."

Wei WuXian let go of his hands in vain, like a sharp arrow piercing through the clouds and fog, and went straight up to the sky, saying, "Lan Zhan, I really should move the deadly bell of your house to Qishan and knock it, so as to save these people from daydreaming too much. , I always think that the boss is his second child."

Lan Wangji agreed, "Indeed."

Jiang Cheng watched the two of them sing together, with an unusually tacit understanding, and rolled his eyes in his heart.

Since his rebirth, Wei Wuxian has never played the flute.

Always fold a piece of leaf casually, hold it in the mouth and blow air gently, firstly, it is light, and can be picked and rolled up at any time, and various ditties and ditties can be easily picked up, and secondly, it can also be attached to the elegance of "Xiaoye", and attract "Ji" to admire.

three to...

It seemed that every time that piercing, piercing flute sounded, things got worse.

Wei Wuxian slowly crawled out of the pile of dead people, dragging his bloody, completely severed legs.

Corpses were lying on the ground, mourning was everywhere, and resentment was soaring.

And so again...

Wei Wuxian couldn't help laughing at himself, there was no difference between climbing the mass graves in the previous life and climbing the mass graves of the Sun Shooting March in this life.

It's nothing more than a long time dead and a short time ago.

it's the same.

He leaned against the tree, reached out his hand to close the eyes of a dead body next to him, and sighed: "Death is dead, let's rest in peace. It's all your own choice, and no one is forcing you to kill me. Look now , I was still alive and well, but you fell to your death."

The campaign to shoot the sun was difficult, with heavy casualties.

The Wen family wanted to stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun and the moon, so naturally they had the same strength.Even if Lianhuawu is not destroyed in this life, it is still difficult for the four great families to join forces.The whole campaign of shooting the sun was like a bloody prison, even the always aloof Gusu Lan family was covered in white clothes, and the blood color was dejected.

Wei Wuxian took out a bamboo flute from the Qiankun bag, and looked up at the foggy place, where he was stabbed with a sword just now, and then fell to the bottom of the pit.

Surrounded by countless remains of severed limbs, there are Wen, Lan, Jin, Jiang, and Nie, whoever they know or not.Wei Wuxian tore off a piece of plain brocade from a decent disciple of the Lan family who was still dead, barely blocked the wound on his waist, and fixed the broken leg with a branch.

When all this was done, his face was already as pale as a ghost.

Wei WuXian took a deep breath, then coughed up the black blood in his chest, mockingly said, "Jiang Cheng, you bastard, if I don't grow old with Lan Zhan this time, I will never let you go."

Just now, Jiang Cheng was besieged, and he and Lan Wangji rushed to the rescue.The battlefield is changing rapidly, and accidents happen frequently. Although he rescued Jiang Cheng, he almost lost his life.At the critical moment, the injured Lan Wangji suddenly rushed in front of him——

"Lan Zhan!"

For a moment, Lan Wangji's face seemed to overlap with that of his senior sister from the previous life.

no, do not want!

When the sword was about to pierce Lan Wangji's body, Wei Wuxian pushed him away forcefully.The sword passed through his body, and at the moment of the fall, he seemed to see Lan Wangji's desperate face.

Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, I will try to live a little longer, you must come to me.

There were bursts of shouts and killings on the high platform battlefield, and it was unclear whether it was the alliance or the Wen family.He listened quietly, but he couldn't hear Lan Wangji's voice.

So cold.

Resentment began to erode.

Wei Wuxian tore open the freshly wrapped wound with his fingers, and forced himself to stay awake with the severe pain.

...Anyway...save Lan Zhan, he's still up there.

In the end, Wei Wuxian closed his eyes and brought the bamboo flute to his lips.

The cold and desolate sound of the flute pierces the night and flies across the sky, thousands of ghouls will rise.Enmity before life, resentment after death, retribution for grievances; not returning to dust, not forgetting hatred, endless, and endless.

"Wei Ying!"

Lan Wangji fought all the way from the high platform to the bottom of the valley, his white clothes were covered with blood.

"Wei Ying!"

Lan Xichen chopped down the disciples of the Wen family who blocked the way with a few swords, and hurriedly caught up with his younger brother who seemed to be insane, "Wangji, Wangji! Take heart! Mr. Wei is waiting for you, calm down!"

However, Lan Wangji seemed to be unable to hear anything. He broke away from his brother's hand and stumbled towards the mountain of corpses.

Lan's family has always been upright, but Lan Wangji didn't care about those things at all, and jumped into the pile of corpses without hesitation. All corpses with similar shapes and clothes, regardless of severed hands, feet, heads and torsos, were not spared. look.

Lan Xichen followed him into the mountain of corpses, grabbed him, and shouted, "Wang Ji!"

At this time, a faint voice came from not far away.

The two were startled.

Suddenly, there was light in Lan Wangji's eyes again, and he said tremblingly, "This song..."

Wei Wuxian didn't know how long he had been in a coma, and it was already late at night when he woke up.

The surroundings seemed to have quieted down, and new corpses were added to the old corpses at the bottom of the pit, exuding a strong sense of death.

So cold.

He moved his body with difficulty, and said in a daze, "I don't know if Lan Zhan is out of danger."

I hope it's not too late for him to mobilize the corpse.

so cold...

Lan Zhan.

His eyes were clouded with blood, blurring his vision.

It seemed that there was a white shadow flickering in front of him, but he was still thinking about it, maybe it was Bai Wuchang who was looking for his life.

Originally, this life was picked up for nothing, more or less it made up for the shortcomings of the previous life, and earned a few days of time with Lan Wangji.

seems to be dead now...

Not bad either.

"Wei Ying!"

Wei Wuxian suspected that he had heard it wrong, and hurriedly wiped the blood in front of his eyes, trying to distinguish the white shadow.

Lan Zhan...

Lan Zhan!

The ghost flute of the royal corpse had been destroyed by him, he wanted to shout but couldn't make a sound, this body was too weak.In desperation, he grabbed a leaf on the ground, exhausted his last strength, and played the piece.

Lan Xichen carefully discerned the direction of the voice, and shouted, "Wangji, this way!"

Lan Wangji rushed towards the woods.

Wei Wuxian had never seen Hanguang-Jun in such a state of embarrassment, his wide-sleeved robe was stained dark red with blood, and his fair face was stained with blood.

Lan Wangji picked him up from the ground, choked up and said, "Wei Ying."

Wei Wuxian grabbed his sleeve, forced a smile, "I knew you would come to me, waiting for you, not daring to die."