[Forget envy] Naluojia engraved seal

<Adapted from the original> <Lord Wangxian>

"Lan Zhan, when will you pick me up?"

Lan Wangji saw Wei Wuxian resting his hand on his chin, sitting outside Fumo Cave, smiling expectantly at him, Lan Wangji stepped forward and said softly: "Wait for me a little longer, I will come .”

Wei WuXian stood up, turned his back to Lan WangJi and said, "But I'm afraid I won't be able to wait any longer."

Lan Wangji's expression changed, and he rushed forward and reached out to grab Wei Wuxian's hand, but he just touched it, and the person in front of him turned into fly ash, and the movement of reaching out froze, Lan Wangji looked down at Wei Wuxian's hand. The bloody ashes in the palm of his hand, when the breeze blew, nothing remained.

"Wei Ying!"

With this cry, Lan Wangji woke himself up from his restless sleep, his back was stabbed hotly, the pain made it difficult for him to breathe, he finally fell asleep, but he had this dream.

Three months ago, in order to save Wei Wuxian, he shot and injured 33 seniors, all of whom were his elders who had guided and taught him, so after sending Wei Wuxian back to the mass grave, he returned to Yunshen silently I didn't know where to get the punishment, and knelt in front of the discipline stone for three days and three nights. The result was a heavy punishment of 33 lashes.

One person, one punishment, each whip seems to be engraved on his bone marrow. After each whip, ask him if he has any regrets, and he will only answer: "No regrets."

Wrong, not all the fault is on Wei Wuxian alone, he is also a victim of tragedy, but hatred made him go astray, his smile was so heart-warming, what made his smile become cruel?become ruthless?If such Wei Wuxian is at fault, Lan Wangji is willing to accompany him to accept the guilt and bear all the consequences, in order to mitigate his crimes.

One month after his execution, Lan Wangji was bedridden in a daze. His back injury caused him to have a high fever and he couldn't get out of the bed. However, he didn't even dream of the person he cared about. Has his injury healed? Does his curse continue to hurt him

In the second month, Lan Wangji finally woke up. He learned from his elder brother Lan Xichen that Lan Qiren announced that he had closed himself, and the outside world was as usual, as if it was the eve of a storm. Looking out the window, I hope that Wei Wuxian is all right, and that the two of them can see each other soon.

By the third month, Lan Wangji was able to stay in bed and walk around, but the pain still made it difficult for him to sleep. Apart from punishing himself and kneeling down to meditate on his past, he just copied "Ya Zheng Ji" and "Tao Te Ching" in front of the desk, and Peace of mind, but no dream for many months, but this morning's dream is extremely unlucky, the whole heart is uneasy, and I can't copy it anymore.

If you hear voices outside the quiet room, even if you have been ordered not to approach the quiet room, the road below the quiet room is the necessary place between the foreign student dormitory and the main room, so there will be conversations in the room, although The voice of the conversation is very thin, but Lan Wangji's cultivation level is high, so his hearing is very good...so he also knows a thing or two about whether major events have happened in the past three months...

"Mr. Lan is still in Yiling?"

"No, I went to Jinlin Terrace. Anyway, I don't have to go to class today. It's really a blessing from Yiling Patriarch."

"Don't be so loud, Mr. Hanguang is still here, I heard that he is stricter than Mr. Lan."

"Don't be afraid, isn't he in retreat?"

The conversation became farther and farther away, but Lan Wangji, who was standing in front of the window, became colder and colder. Why did his uncle Lan Qiren go to Yiling?

Lan Wangji couldn't hold back anymore, with a thought, he opened the door and stepped out.

Lan Xichen saw this scene in the distance, and the servant beside him asked, "Do you want to keep the second young master?"

Lan Xichen sighed, "Let him go, he won't give up until he sees it with his own eyes."

"But his injury..."

Lan Xichen shook his head, turned his eyes far away, and looked at the boundless sky.

Lan Wangji arrived at the nearby Caiyi Town without any hindrance. The aroma of wine was fragrant and he stamped his feet.Lan Wangji stared at the door of the tavern for a long time, and decided to bring a condolence item. It was Wei Wuxian's favorite Tianzixiao.

Taking out the taels of silver, Lan Wangji said to the tavern owner, "Give me a pot of emperor's smile."

"OK, wait."

Lan Wangji waited quietly, and then he heard the people in the tavern slapping the table excitedly: "Wei Wuxian is dead. Great joy!"

"Is it the credit of that celebrity? He was able to kill this Yiling patriarch?"

"Who else could it be, isn't it his junior brother Xiao Jiang and the sect master Jiang Cheng..."

In just two sentences, Lan Wangji rushed out of the door as if struck by lightning. He didn't care how painful his injuries were, what he cared about was the veracity of the rumors.

The four major families encircled and suppressed the mass burial mound, and the ancestors of Yiling were devoured by thousands of corpses, and their spirits and souls were completely wiped out...

I don't know what force drove him, and I don't know what kind of mood I came to Yiling. I only know that when he came to the foot of the Massacre Hill, the strong smell of burning fire had already filled the small town below the mountain. The road up the mountain was also guarded by monks from the Jin Sect of Lanling, so Lan Wangji had to take the longer and more difficult way up the mountain.

The open space near Fumo Cave became devastated. There used to be dozens of huts and the radish fields that were about to be harvested, but now they have turned into scorched earth.

Wei Wuxian's old voice still rings in his ears: "Carrots are unpalatable, I said we should grow potatoes."

Lan Wangji walked into the Demon Subduing Cave. The main cave was empty. The semi-finished props and manuscripts that were piled up all over the floor were all gone.Recalling that dream, recalling that smiling face full of anticipation, Lan Wangji called out from the cave: "I'm here to pick you up, Wei Ying!"

no respond.

Lan Wangji walked up the mountain with a heavy heart. The place he passed was also burned by the fire, and the flames were still burning weakly among the dead branches. It is confirmed that it is something he gave to Xiao Wenyuan.

This is the place where Wei Wuxian escaped. Lan Wangji seemed to see his staggering figure. He walked on the path he walked and came to the rocky cliff. The smell of burning was even stronger. Looking down the cliff, he could only Seeing the scorched black soil, all the murderous corpses were burned to ashes, as if purgatory descended, everything was wiped out.

Lan Wangji sat cross-legged on the rocky cliff, pulled out the guqin, and flicked a piece of "Questing the Spirit". For a moment, the cliff was lit up, and thousands of them gathered into a faint green fire.

A note was automatically uttered on the strings, Lan Wangji played it twice and asked, "Is the baby here?"

After a moment of silence, the strings were automatically played twice, and the response: "Not here."

Lan Wangji asked again, "Where is it?"

The sound of the piano stopped for a longer time, and the response: "I don't know."

Lan Wangji's heart sank, and he asked again: "Can I get it back?"

There was no answer to the question, and no matter how long the wait, the strings never sounded again.

Lan Wangji persisted, asking over and over again, but still to no avail...

Sitting quietly on the rocky cliff, suddenly a gust of cold wind blew up, extinguishing all the burning flames around, a completely white figure appeared faintly on the scorched mud, his snow-white hair The flowing water like a waterfall cascades down like a snow elf.

This person's temperament is very similar to Lan Xichen's. It should be said that he is very similar to his father's family, and his blood is not shallow.

Lan Wangji turned to the white shadow and asked Ling, "Is the baby here?"

Bai Ying raised his head, put his hand on the bone flute at his waist, and responded with two flute sounds: "Not here."

Lan Wangji stopped the vibration of the strings in disappointment, heard the sound of the flute again, and said, "Ancient tree."

Lan Wangji suddenly raised his head, but Bai Ying had already disappeared.

old tree?Lan Wangji stood up in vain. Near the place where he had just picked up the remains of the grass butterfly, there was a huge old tree whose surface was only miraculously scorched in the sea of ​​fire.

Lan Wangji turned back and walked. When he approached the ancient tree, he felt a spell being activated. The closer he got, the more obvious the effect was, especially the hidden talisman used to hide his breath.Lan Wangji walked around the tree hole, and finally in a small tree hole, he saw the young Wen Yuan, curled up, curled up in a corner of the tree hole.

"Wen Yuan!"

There was no response, and Lan Wangji carried him out of the tree hole. Although the fire did not burn into the tree hole due to the effect of the spell, the heat and thick smoke made his whole body hot and painful.

Lan Wangji hugged Wen Yuan who was in a high fever. He took the risk of being seen by others, and rose up with his sword without hesitation. This is the little life Wei Wuxian desperately wanted to protect. He couldn't What accident happened to Wen Yuan, but the nearby town was full of other families' eyes and ears, so he could only rush back to Gusu directly.

~~to be continued~~