【Xiyao】Fake prudence

Jin Guangyao seriously recovered from his illness, and his complexion gradually became better. Occasionally, he could get up and wander around outside the cold room to see the leeks and scallions he planted.

The growth of leeks and scallions was very gratifying. Now that Jin Guangyao had nothing, he cut some and gave them to the two servants who took care of him. As for the pearls and emeralds that Lan Xichen gave him, Jin Guangyao didn't touch most of them.

He heard from Lan Ping that Gusu was hit by a flood this year, and many people were displaced, so he returned all these treasures to Lan Xichen, and asked him to take them out and turn them into money, buy rice for porridge, and help the victims. It's a merit, and I hope that God will give him a few years of life extra for the sake of these merits.

Lan Xichen wanted to reassure Jin Guangyao's heart, he didn't care whether he was superstitious or not, he did what Jin Guangyao said, and spent all his money, without blinking his eyes.

He didn't believe in gods and Buddhas before, but because of Jin Guangyao, he wants to believe in it.

In fact, Jin Guangyao didn't do any good for himself, he didn't believe in the cause and effect of gods and Buddhas at all, if God had mercy on him, how could he fall into such a land and let Lan Xichen fall in love with him, it shows that God has no eyes.

He had selfish intentions, hoping to use this to save Lan Xichen a bit of reputation. Even if he couldn't get it right in the world of cultivating immortals, he could still win a good name among the people of Gusu, which somewhat lived up to Zewu's name.

Lan Xichen didn't dare to let Jin Guangyao out of his sight anymore, and left all the family affairs to Lan Qiren, locked in a cold room to accompany Jin Guangyao all day long, the two of them curled up in a small world, rubbing each other's ears, not knowing what time it will be.

They cut their days into a flick of a finger, and Jin Guangyao tried to stay awake when he could, for fear that if he fell asleep this time, he would never be able to open his eyes again.

His waking hours became less and less, and his days turned into pieces like the beautiful clothes he had cut to pieces.

He was afraid of seeing the sunset, and every sunset was like a reminder, reminding him that he was one step closer to death.

Jin Guangyao passed out in a dazed early morning.

At that time, he was talking to Lan Xichen that he wanted to go back to Yunping and see the scenery of his hometown again. Lan Xichen only asked Jin Guangyao to recover from his illness and take him there when he recovered. Jin Guangyao also said yes with a smile.

Having said that, both of them knew in their hearts that Jin Guangyao might not be able to last until the day he returned to Yunping.

Jin Guangyao was tortured into a trance by the modern girls, but he still had a little bit of wit about Lan Xichen. When Lan Xichen moved his eyebrows, Jin Guangyao could sense Lan Xichen's emotions, which was better than a dragonfly's perception of clouds and rain. precise.

He saw Lan Xichen's displeasure, and said strangely: "Actually, Yunping has nothing to say. The people there don't care about me, and I don't care about them. Gusu is better, at least Gusu." The moon is mine."

Lan Xichen was moved, and drew a moon shape on his palm, showing a little childishness: "The whole world doesn't care about you, and I care about you too."

His anger-like performance did not wait for Jin Guangyao to make fun of him, his chest suddenly sank, Jin Guangyao was already lying quietly in his arms, his eyes were closed, the smile on his lips was still there, time seemed to be frozen in the happiest moment that moment.

This sleep, after waiting for three consecutive days, Jin Guangyao failed to open his eyes.

He tried everything, tried all kinds of medicine, famous doctors and scholars came one after another, and then left in despair, Jin Guangyao still slept peacefully.

His hands and feet were as cold as ice, his face was bloodless, and even his blood vessels were transparent. If it wasn't for the light breathing under his nose, he could almost be declared dead.

To everyone's surprise, Lan Xichen acted very rationally. He gently covered Jin Guangyao with more clothes. He neither cried loudly nor vented his anger at those helpless doctors. He personally sent them out one by one. room.

Lan Xichen also treated the suzerain of the Lanling Jin clan who came to visit with courtesy, his every move was so decent, even his appearance was still so regular, and his forehead was always tied solemnly.

This is really not how a lover who is about to lose the love of his life should behave.

A well-known physician could not save Jin Guangyao. He was worried at first, but when he saw Lan Xichen's modest and magnanimous demeanor, he took chances and said to Lan Qiren intentionally or unintentionally: "Jun Zewu seems to be in trouble. So deep, you don't have to worry too much, parting is the normal state of life, as long as you pass this hurdle, time will slowly heal Zewu-jun's wound."

Lan Qiren shook his head slightly, disapproving of this.

Lan Xichen was raised by him alone, doesn't he know Lan Xichen's temperament?

Lan Xichen seems to be affectionate, but in fact he is ruthless. Under the ruthlessness, there is a deep infatuation.

Lan Xichen maintained his sanity, not because he didn't love Jin Guangyao enough, but because there was no one behind Jin Guangyao except him, and if he also fell, no one would help Jin Guangyao.

Jin Guangyao's death was the beginning of the catastrophe.

Lan Qiren had already quietly sent someone to find Lan Wangji and come back, but for some reason, as soon as he left, it was like a mud cow into the sea. There was no news. Lan Xichen's rebellious behavior caused a lot of noise in the world of cultivating immortals. Lan Wangji must have I had heard the rumors earlier, but so far I haven't heard from him, not even a letter asking about Lan Xichen's situation.

All parties were unbelievably quiet, but Lan Qiren vaguely smelled the damp blood before the rain was about to come.

Lan Wangji either lost his freedom, or had other plans.

No matter what kind of possibility, Lan Qiren didn't want to see it.

There are many eminent monks in the cold outdoor, the sound of chanting scriptures and Buddhist music is endless day and night, filling the ears, the sky is cloudy and cloudy, and everyone's heart is gloomy.

In order to save Jin Guangyao's life, Lan Xichen not only asked for help from the living, but also cast his hope on the nihilistic gods and Buddhas. He gave porridge in the city of Gusu, and invited all the eminent monks in the Jiangdong area to set up a water and land ceremony for Jin Guangyao. Yao recited scriptures as Jin Guangyao's "merit".

This move made the entire immortal cultivation world dumbfounded.

Doing things and giving alms are both perfunctory forms of the common people. They are nothing more than self-comfort, and it is impossible to prolong people's lifespan.

For Lan Xichen, a famous scholar of the immortal sect, to do such a foolish act, he is either in a hurry to go to the doctor in a hurry, or he is crazy.

There was a lot of discussion in the fairy gate, sighs and sighs at Lan Xichen's crazy behavior, some made sarcastic remarks, and some watched the excitement. In the whole bizarre incident, the beggar in Gusu City was probably the happiest.

The elders of the Gusu Lan Clan looked on coldly, and only regarded Lan Xichen's rebellious behavior as a desperate carnival. Their tolerance for dying people was much relaxed.

Perhaps it was Yun Shen's unknowable merit that really touched the gods. On the tenth day of the Dharma conference, a miracle happened. Jin Guangyao woke up faintly, and her spirits were so good that she wanted to eat sweet-scented osmanthus rice cakes as soon as she opened her mouth.

Lan Xichen felt a little apprehensive.

It's not that Jin Guangyao really got better, it's just that Jin Guangyao is getting better.

He dismissed this terrible thought, and immediately asked someone to make sweet-scented osmanthus rice cakes and served them up. The rice cakes just out of the cage were still steaming white, and the snow-white and dense rice cakes were sprinkled with golden osmanthus petals.

After Jin Guangyao ate a small piece, he found it fragrant and sweet. His tongue had been numb for a long time, but now he could taste the sweetness.

He smiled slightly at Lan Xichen: "It's so delicious, I'm so happy that I'm going to heaven."

Lan Xichen suppressed his grief, and smiled at Jin Guangyao: "It's cold in the sky."

"Yeah, it's very cold in the sky." Jin Guangyao shrank into Lan Xichen's arms, "I'm afraid of the cold, so I'd better not go, it's better to stay on the ground."

Suddenly, without any warning, Jin Guangyao burst into tears and wailed loudly. While crying, he said, "I'm sorry, I can't take it anymore... I want to laugh, but I really can't."

"It's okay, if you don't want to laugh, don't laugh." Lan Xichen stroked the top of his head and twirled, but felt his chest was wet, as if submerged in water, and he couldn't breathe under the pressure of the turbulent vortex.

Jin Guangyao hugged Lan Xichen tightly, like hugging the only driftwood in his life.

He wanted to live, and wanted to live with Lan Xichen.

Jin Guangyao woke up, but almost everyone knew that this might be the last time he woke up.

Jin Ling knew it too.

Jin Ling hadn't seen Jin Guangyao in the past few years, firstly, he was concerned about his late father's troubles, and secondly, he didn't know what to say when he saw Jin Guangyao, as if saying nothing was right.

But after all, he watched his uncle grow up, he was half a father, and he couldn't bear to leave it alone, so he had to pass something in from time to time. Now that Jin Guangyao was about to die, he hesitated again and again, but decided to see his uncle for the last time.

He brought two disciples into the cold room, and sat down beside Jin Guangyao's bed. The uncle and nephew were silent, and the others were also reserved, not knowing what to say.

After a long time, Lan Ping rushed in in a panic and tremblingly said: "Zewu-jun, it's not good! The Nie family, there are many other families that have blocked the gate of Yunshen's unknown place, saying... say... want you to hold me back!" Fang Zun hand it over."

Lan Xichen stood up, a trace of gloom and impatience flashed across his face.

If you don't come sooner or later, but choose this time to come, I really have no vision.

Jin Guangyao sneered: "Are they all here to pray for me?"

When death was approaching, Jin Guangyao lost his mind. He regained his comprehension, and said to Lan Xichen, "Go and deal with it. There is Ru Lan here. It's hard for us to talk privately when you're here. Give us some free time for our nephew and uncle." .”

Lan Xichen refused to move, he shook his head, "Forget it, just close the door."

Just finished speaking, another disciple shouted outside: "Sovereign, it's not good! Those people are attacking the restriction! They want to attack by force! They say they will crush Lianfang Zun to ashes!"

Lan Xichen was furious when he heard the words, and with a flick of his sleeves, a lightning-shaped crack appeared on the floor tiles, and a lightning bolt split between his eyebrows.

"How dare Nie Huaisang do this?" Jin Ling was stunned, "Is he crazy?"

Jin GuangYao leaned back on the soft pillow, looked at the cracked floor tiles and said, "Second brother, that sword made Nie HuaiSang see through your hands and feet, you shouldn't let others know that you care about me."

"So what if you care?" Lan Xichen straightened his forehead and wiped his forehead, his chin slightly raised, his posture was somewhat rebellious, "It's just a coward who loves someone and hides it."

Jin Guangyao burst into laughter, he gave Lan Xichen two clappings, which counted as applause, and pushed Lan Xichen: "Go, go, sons and daughters love each other, heroes are short of breath, if you are a real hero, mention Nie Er Come see me."

Lan Xichen called Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi in to wait on him before he left the cold room.

The cold room was still surrounded by the sound of chanting scriptures, and was not affected by the disturbance outside at all. Jin Guangyao looked at Jin Ling in front of him, and didn't know what to say.

It was Jin Ling who spoke first: "You will be fine."

"Why do you say things that are against your conscience?" Jin Guangyao snorted coldly.

"Why am I ignoring my conscience?" Jin Ling raised his eyebrows and stood up excitedly.

He has grown a lot, taller than Jin Guangyao, and looks exactly like Jin Zixuan.

Lan Sizhui hurriedly pulled Jin Ling over, and explained in a low voice, "After Lianfang-zun got sick, his temper became a little weird."

Jin Ling nodded, trying his best to look graceful and magnanimous: "Uncle, random thinking will not help your illness at all."

"I didn't intend to kill your father." Jin Guangyao bent his feet, wrapped his arms around his knees, looking pitiful.

"Oh." Jin Ling sat down again, and said calmly, "Let's not talk about the past."

"I didn't want him to die." Jin Guangyao didn't seem to notice the resistance on Jin Ling's face, and explained stubbornly.

"I know." Jin Ling curled his lips, "I knew it 800 years ago, and you feel guilty, so you have always been good to me. I accept this love, and thank you for not killing me."

Jin GuangYao added: "I didn't want your father to die, and my second brother didn't want your father to die."

"Of course this matter has nothing to do with Zewu-jun." Jin Ling's expression became strange, "Why do you have no money here?"

Jin Guangyao took a deep breath, tried his best to support himself and asked, "Didn't Nie Huaisang complain to your villain first?"

Jin Ling opened his eyes wide, looked left and right, and asked in a low voice, "How did you know that Nie Huaisang was looking for me?"

Jin Guangyao pointed to the Jin family disciples behind Jin Ling, his dim eyes flashed brightly: "It wasn't Nie Huaisang who taught you, how did you know how to form an alliance with Hanguang-jun? How could he be so compatible with you? People lead the second brother away."

"Hanguang-jun?" Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi were surprised at the same time.

A burst of spiritual energy hit Lan Jingyi's dantian, his body went limp, and he collapsed beside the bed.

Just as Lan Sizhui was about to draw his sword, a sinister aura surged up from his body. When he turned his head to look, Jin Ling lowered his eyes and said in a muffled voice, "Sorry, SiZhui."

With a flick of their sleeves, the two disciples tore off a human skin mask from their faces, and two familiar faces appeared in front of Jin Guangyao.

Jin Guangyao said with a smile: "The two of you chased from the Guanyin Temple to the cold room, your spirits are commendable."

Wei Ying rubbed his cheeks and asked, "How do you know it's us?"

Jin Guangyao pointed at Lan Wangji, "Did someone tell you that your walking posture is exactly the same as your brother's?"