【Xiyao】Fake prudence

Lan Xichen walked out of the dungeon contentedly, holding the Zen position book written by Nie Huaisang.

The sun outside is very bright, and the clouds are quietly floating in the sky. The damage caused by the war to the depths of the clouds is almost negligible. Graceful beauty.

Everything is so beautiful, after several trials and tribulations, he is still the Zewu Lord sitting high in the clouds, and many people think that he is the final winner of these decades of fierce fighting among immortals.

Facing the magnificent scene in front of him, Lan Xichen was surrounded by boundless desolation.

Jin Guangyao lost, Nie Huaisang lost, and he didn't win either.

How can you win when you get more than what you want?

Lan Xichen clearly remembered that back then he and Jin Guangyao stood here side by side, surrounded by dilapidated wells, decayed grass and dry poplars, it was very desolate, but both of them were full of hope in their hearts, like a raging fire In the grassland after the fire, countless fluffy grass sprouts broke through the ground.

He was in high spirits, hiding a little bit of showing off. He described to Jin Guangyao what the original Yunshen looked like, and even explained in detail which building and which piano were originally placed in it. Jin Guangyao listened quietly, a little Not bored, young eyes linger on his face all the time.

That day was also a sunny day, Lan Xichen and Jin Guangyao were very close, so close that he could see his own reflection in Jin Guangyao's dark eyes, and his heart also had layers of ripples. The backlog of blocks on the Jinlin Terrace where the cups and cups were intertwined were also washed away.

He never told Jin Guangyao that even if he didn't do anything, Jin Guangyao could make him happy. This is Jin Guangyao's innate talent, a talent that no one can imitate.

He was a bit wicked, afraid that if he told Jin Guangyao this secret, Jin Guangyao would not care so much about him.

He has always been a good boy, but somehow he wanted to do something bad to Jin Guangyao.

Passing through the three hanging flower gates, I saw Lan Jingyi hanging his hands under a pomegranate tree, and said to him in a low voice, "Zewu-jun..."

Lan Xichen saw Lan Jingyi's hesitating and hesitant expression, and he felt uneasy: "Is there something wrong with the cold room? It doesn't matter, tell me, I can bear it."

"No, no, no." Lan Jingyi flusteredly waved his hands, denying it repeatedly, "Zun Lianfang is in good spirits, Sect Master Jin is taking him to bask in the sun in the garden!"

Jin Guangyao was fine, so there was nothing that could make Lan Xichen panic. He let out a breath and put away his anxious expression: "Then what's the matter?"

Lan Jingyi scratched her ears and cheeks, and after a long while, she managed to come up with a refined and euphemistic language: "There is a girl who wants to visit Mr. Jing Ming."

Lan Zhuo is one of the most unkind monks in the Lan family. He devotes himself to cultivating Taoism on weekdays and never flirts with any female nuns. When the strange woman said that he was the one she wanted to see, the gatekeeper couldn't believe himself. ears.

It was not uncommon to have a visitor, but the presence of a pretty young woman was very speculative.

Ever since one arm was broken that day, Lanzhuo has been in retreat, and said that he would never see any guests again. After the disciple told the woman truthfully, the woman refused to leave stubbornly, so the disciple had to report to the cold room. Jin Guangyao made the decision to let Lan Jing Yi forwarded the report to Lan Xichen.

Lan Jingyi didn't point out who the girl was, but Lan Xichen already knew it in his heart. He walked out of the mountain gate and looked around. The outside was empty, only green pines and cypresses, but he didn't see the girl Lan Jingyi was talking about. Girl, just ask the disciples where the girl is.

The gatekeeper also looked around and asked in bewilderment, "The girl was still there just now, why did she suddenly disappear?"

At this time, the sun was shining and the heat was steaming. It was extremely uncomfortable to stand in a place without shade.

Lan Xichen asked the disciple, "Why don't you come in?"

The door god's eyes flashed with unconcealable inquiry: "That girl has a weird temper, she refuses to enter the door no matter what."

Lan Xichen thought for a moment, then quickly walked down the ladder, walked more than 100 steps, and caught a slender figure.

A woman in white wearing a skirt is holding a sarong, holding on to the mountain wall, and walking down cautiously. She wears clogs on her exposed feet, and fine bloodstains can be seen on her snow-white heels.

The ladder is long and steep, and a weak woman must suffer a lot if she wants to climb it.

Lan Xichen followed and called out, "Miss Feiyan, wait a minute."

Feiyan stopped and turned around, her face behind the black veil was not covered with makeup, she seemed to feel embarrassed when she saw Lan Xichen, she lowered her head and asked in a low voice, "Young master Lan, is Jing Mingjun still in good condition?"

Lan Xichen didn't answer immediately, but asked, "How did Miss Feiyan know he was injured?"

Feiyan took off the fence, her face was very haggard: "A monk from the Lanling Jin family went to the Yanzilou to have fun, and the sisters in the building overheard them talk about what happened to the Lan family recently, saying... that he broke an arm .I'm really sorry for him."

Half an hour later, Feiyan followed Lan Xichen into a dark, dark room. This dark room was the cell where the Lan family's errants faced the wall and thought about it. Lan Xichen's father had faced the wall for 20 years.

With his back to them, Lan Zhuo sat cross-legged. The wall he faced was covered with dense texts, some of which were difficult scriptures for purifying the heart and eliminating obstacles, enough for a cultivator to comprehend for 100 years, and some of them were written by the sinners of the Lan family. The letter of repentance can be used as a warning for future generations.

When the light came in, Lan Zhuo turned around, and when he saw Feiyan behind Lan Xichen, his dull expression immediately twisted: "Why are you?"

Feiyan looked ashamed, lowered her eyes and said: "I heard that you were injured, I'm here to visit you, and to tell you, you can rest assured, I will never disclose those things."

Lan Zhuo turned back, sighed heavily, and said dejectedly: "I'm fine, you can go. As for those things, it doesn't matter whether you talk about it or not, I will stay here and think about it for the rest of my life."

Feiyan nodded, with tears in her eyes: "You must hate why I am not Bicheng, and I also regret why I am not Bicheng."

After leaving these words, she exited the dark room with a lonely back, carrying infinite regrets.

And Lan Zhuo lowered his haughty head, and said to Lan Xichen, "You win, I admit defeat."

Lan Xichen did not show the joy of the winner at all, but said coldly: "For the sake of Gusu Lan's reputation, that woman can no longer go back to the Swallow Tower, what do you think?"

Hearing this, Lan Zhuo suddenly turned around: "You let her go, and I will die if I want to."

"Did I say that I wanted to kill her? You had the intention to kill her before, so you think I would want to kill her too?" Lan Xichen smiled.

Lan Zhuo was startled, showing a dazed look.

Lan Xichen asked again: "Who are you thinking about right now? Bicheng or Feiyan?"

Lan Zhuo was even more at a loss, the images of two completely different women in front of him intertwined and confused: "I don't know."

"What you think about is Bicheng, what you see is Bicheng, what you think about is Feiyan, what you see is Feiyan." Lan Xichen suddenly suppressed his smile, and said seriously: "You did lose, But it’s not losing to me, it’s losing to her. You tried to kill her, but she still cared about you. It can be seen that the dust in her heart is much less than yours. You should think about why the more you wipe the mirror in your heart, the dust turns instead. It accumulates more and more, and even blinds your eyes."

Lan Zhuo closed his eyes and said sadly, "I need to think about it."

Lan Xichen felt that it would be better for him to realize it by himself, so he didn't say any more, just said: "You better not think about it for too long, because she is still very young, there will definitely be other men who like her, and they may not be willing to last for a long time. waiting for you."

Lan Zhuo was slightly surprised and asked, "Is she waiting for me?"

"She is free and has little savings. It is not difficult to live alone, but she still stays in Yanzilou. What do you think is the reason?"

What will happen in the future, Lan Xichen cannot predict, he has done his best to achieve this step.

In the days that followed, Lan Xichen became extremely busy, almost too busy to sit and spend less time with Jin Guangyao. This seemed to many people to be contrary to common sense. Blind and crazy, he hated him, and Jin Guangyao had fallen out of favor.

For a while, there were rumors and rumors everywhere.

Lan Xichen ignored all kinds of malicious speculations, and only concentrated on his own business. He wanted to get the second batch of watchtowers started before the medicine was prepared.

Lan Xichen has been detached and indifferent all his life, and has never been so dedicated.

Observation towers are a thankless task. At most, they can win a false name of "benefiting the common people", and there is no real benefit. Most aristocratic families are unwilling to spend this effort, and the prestige casual cultivators are even less willing to waste time traveling to remote places. Hunt crooked melons and crack dates in the ground, because small prey is not enough to show strength.

This kind of situation has already been encountered when the first batch was implemented. At that time, there was a lot of discussion, and the whole negotiation process was full of open and dark arrows. It was thrilling.

At that time, relying on Jin Guangyao's iron-fisted means and all kinds of ingenuity, coupled with the full support of the Gusu Lan clan, it took five years for the first batch of watchtowers to be built.

Now Jin Guangyao is notorious, and the position of the watchtower has become awkward. Most of the major families are unwilling to step into this muddy water. Even if Lan Xichen pushes forward, he still faces a lot of resistance.

In order to persuade the suzerains of the major families to agree to continue to build the watchtower, Lan Xichen did what he didn't like to do the most before. He invited important figures from various forces to Yunshen to discuss strategies one by one, and clean the Immortal Mansion. It became lively in an instant, with daily visitors and visitors, the high threshold was almost broken.

Lan Xichen met with the monks every day to unblock all obstacles blocking the observation tower.

Jin Guangyao's obsession with watchtowers is unusually deep. When he heard that Lan Xichen was planning to build the second batch of watchtowers, he regained his will to live. Even this winter, when he occasionally recovered, he could still be with Lan Xi The minister chatted about official business.

For Lan Xichen's changes, most of the Lan family are happy to see the results. No matter what the reason is, being busy with career is a hundred times better than being in prison with Jin Guangyao and doing anything wrong.

Under such self-comfort, they turned a blind eye to Jin Guangyao's existence.

Although Jin Guangyao had laid a good foundation, Lan Xichen's implementation of the second batch of watchtowers was ridiculously faster than the first batch. It only took him three months to settle the situation, which not only made Jin Ling admire And in awe, even the Lan family felt unexpected.

Lan Xichen has always been very meek, he doesn't seem to be capable of doing great things, no one would have thought that he would have such a swift and resolute side.

It is true that Lan Xichen has always advocated that if things are slow, things will be smooth, but this time he had to be fast, because he was racing against time, so he did not hesitate to resort to a little trick.

At first, the aristocratic family who were resistant to the watchtower thought that Lan Xichen was a good old man, who could be fooled by a few perfunctory words. After several confrontations, they felt that Lan Xichen was more difficult to deal with than Jin Guangyao. People are timid.

Moreover, Lan Xichen's reputation and cultivation were better than Jin Guangyao's, and no one dared to refute his face.

After several rounds of business planning, the suzerain who is good at judging the situation has already smelled the smell, guessing that Lan Xichen has sprouted the ambition of becoming a fairy governor, so he wants to build a second batch of watchtowers to accumulate reputation and build momentum for the future election of the fairy governor, so Thinking about it, all doubts are easily solved.

These "smart people" slapped Lan Xichen on the sidelines, and Lan Xichen secretly revealed a little bit of his own mind. They also felt that Lan Xichen was very good as a superintendent, so they all made bets in advance, and regarded supporting the second batch of watchtowers as their right. A gesture of favor from the future Immortal Governor.

Under such winds, the second batch of watchtowers were built at the end of this year.

The first observation tower of this batch was chosen to be located in a remote small fishing village. The reason why it was chosen here was that it was close to Gusu, and Jin Guangyao could save the trouble of traveling and traveling here.

The watchtower was rushed day and night, and it only took three days to build it. Lan Xichen brought Jin Guangyao to the brand new lookout, and led Jin Guangyao's hand to caress the green bricks on the side of the lookout.

Jin Guangyao felt the roughness and thickness of the masonry, and couldn't help trembling his fingers, sighing: "I have no regrets in this life."

Lan Xichen led Jin Guangyao to a stone tablet again, and led him to stroke the inscription on the stone tablet. Jin Guangyao touched his name and asked, "What is this engraved on?"

Lan Xichen said: "I wrote an "Inscription on the Watchtower", describing the ins and outs of the watchtower from conception to realization, and engraved it on the stone tablet. There are three stone tablets. Except here, Jinlin Tower and Yunshen are unknown. There is one."

Jin Guangyao's heart throbbed, and he said impatiently, "You read it to me."

Lan Xichen then read the inscription to Jin Guangyao word by word. The content of the inscription was written very plainly, neither exaggerating Jin Guangyao's achievements with gorgeous rhetoric, nor avoiding Jin Guangyao's faults with spring and autumn style of writing.

This inscription had already been read by the suzerains of the great families before the engraving of the seal. The suzerains of the great clans have heads and faces, no more than little monks. There is nothing to say.

After hearing this, Jin Guangyao choked up in the sea breeze: "All my achievements and brilliance have been erased by the so-called 'six kills', but the observation tower is immortal."

Perhaps it was the emotion that caused the poison, Jin Guangyao's throat was sweet, he leaned over the stone tablet and coughed twice, a mouthful of blood dripped on the tablet.

Lan Xichen was in the state of a death row prisoner before his execution. This state of hanging a knife above his head, wanting to fall was the most tormenting. He wiped Jin Guangyao's blood with his sleeve and tried his best to make his voice sound stable enough: "The wind outside Daddy, I'll help you back to the carriage."

"Okay..." Jin Guangyao's erratic voice escaped from his throat, the ending has not yet been stopped, and his consciousness has left the body.

He vaguely heard the mourning of the death knell.