[Magic Dao Patriarch·Chen Qingling] Lan's Night Hunting Notes

mojiazhuang

midnight

Lan Sizhui's disciples holding the Zhaoyin Banner were divided into two groups and stood scattered on the eaves. Lan Sizhui closed his eyes and concentrated on listening to the sounds around him. Lan Jingyi, who was standing with him, patrolled vigilantly. Looking around, paying attention to the wind and grass around the west courtyard, the other six people were silently reciting the formula and paying attention to their guard.

In this quietness, suddenly there was music drifting unsteadily along the night wind. The melody was gentle and quiet, with the unique coolness of bamboo leaves. in the ears.

Lan Sizhui opened his eyes in surprise, looked over at the sound, listened carefully for a while, frowned slightly, turned his head and asked in some perplexity, "Jingyi, this piece is so familiar, it's like the tune of Gusu, are we here?" Didn't you hear it somewhere?"

Lan Jingyi, who also found this tune inexplicably familiar, was also a little puzzled, and hesitated, "I seem to have heard it somewhere...why can't I remember it?"

Lan Sizhui looked at Lan Jingyi, and said in a concerned and worried tone, "Jingyi, are you feeling unwell recently? Do you need to take a rest?" Later, Lan Sizhui discovered that Lan Jingyi would be in a trance from time to time, although there was nothing unusual about it, it still made him worry.

"I... what can I do?"

Lan Jingyi's eyes flickered, and she silently wrote down in her heart the self-punishment of having to copy the family rules twice more after returning to Yunshen Unknown Place.

Lan Sizhui swallowed the words "Don't lie" that flowed between his lips and teeth, and he was worried. Lan Jingyi had always spoken frankly and frankly. When would such entangled emotions appear on him?

"Jingyi, you should take a rest first, by the way, do you still have the Ningshen Bell?"

Since he had to be vigilant now, Lan Sizhui couldn't say much, so he could only tell Lan Jingyi in a low voice, and he secretly prepared to look at Lan Jingyi when he was about to catch the evil spirit.

Lan Jingyi heard this, and subconsciously lowered her head to look at her waist. The round, silver-white palace bell with a diameter of less than half an inch was simple and exquisite in shape. The small bell was carved with hollowed-out cirrus patterns. The hollow bell body of the palace bell can vaguely see a blue bead the size of a grain of rice floating inside the bell body of the palace bell, with faint streamers flashing from time to time.

"Bring it."

Lan Jingyi, who responded, also had a terrible headache. He naturally knew that Lan Sizhui was worried about him these days. People still want to chase.Recently, many things happened to me. When I was in Yunshen, Mr. Zewu was busy with affairs, Mr. Lan was busy teaching, and I also secretly concealed this matter, so they didn't find out.

But Lan Sizhui is different. The two of them eat and live together, go to school together and practice together. They usually get together when they have nothing to do. , I endured it because I respected him and believed that he could solve the problem.

But this time the problem is really troublesome...

Lan Jingyi pursed her lips, lowered her head and said in a low voice, "Sizhui, when the matter in Mojiazhuang is settled, I'll be with you again... Ah! I remembered!"

Lan Jingyi suddenly came back to his senses, he remembered!Isn't this tune the one that often appeared in his dreams these few nights? !Thanks to this tune, he hasn't slept well for several days!Every night, I dream of a big cockroach chasing and biting him!That bastard is big, fierce, and quite ugly. Just by looking at it, you can tell that it must not taste good!When he ran away in his dream, this tune was still playing for him!Soundtrack! !No matter how nice the tune is, it would be super annoying in that situation, okay? !

Lan Jingyi, who was grinding his teeth in anger, suddenly heard a commotion from far to near, the torchlight approached the west courtyard, Master Mo rushed over with a group of servants, the children of the Lan family standing on the eaves could only hear A few words, "Rush in, drag them out!" "Report to the officials!" go.

Lan Sizhui took a closer look, and found that the person being dragged away was Mr. Mo!Turning his head, he exchanged a glance with Lan Jingyi who also recognized Mr. Mo, nodded, and led the others up and down the eaves a few times, arriving in the courtyard one step ahead of Master Mo.

in the lobby

"how come?"

Lan Jingyi, who had finally entered the lobby among the excited and frightened people of Mojiazhuang, was stunned when he saw the situation in the lobby, "Evil upper body?!"

Mo Ziyuan, who was under the control of several servants, had a face as white as white paper, his eyes were blue-black, and strange black textures appeared faintly on his neck. He was roaring like a wild animal, struggling non-stop, extremely frightening .

"It's indeed the evil spirit." After checking Mo Ziyuan, a member of the Lan family frowned, turned around and shook his head at Lan Sizhui, "his consciousness is damaged, even if the evil spirit is removed, his consciousness will not recover to the original level." . " After speaking, he took out a few silver needles from the Qiankun bag and injected them on Mo Ziyuan's body.

"Two people have already died," another member of the Lan clan who inquired about the news from the family member had an ugly expression on his face. "And it was within the time of a stick of incense, which is totally unreasonable!"

Lan Sizhui looked at the flustered crowd, and he was also a little nervous. Taoism has always had strict regulations on ghosts. According to the standards set by the Yiling Patriarch, killing one person in seven days is already a ghost that frequently causes trouble. Xie Chong has already killed two people, what's worse, they still don't know what this Xie Chong is!

After taking a deep breath to calm down, Lan Sizhui looked at the disciple of the Lan family who had received the injection, "Ziling, how is the situation?"

Lan Ziling observed Mo Ziyuan who had calmed down, nodded, "Steady for now."

The words of Lan Ziling, who is the best student of the Lan family in Chinese medicine during this trip, made everyone slightly relieved. Just as Lan Jingyi was about to say something to Lan Sizhui, he was pushed out by the servant who had just arrived. The ground was thrown to the ground, just in front of Lan Sizhui and the two of them.

Wei Wuxian rubbed his knees in pain, raised his head, and saw two teenagers wearing Lan's school uniforms at a glance, Wei Wuxian, who had time to put on the mask in the future, immediately turned his head, screaming inwardly, the people in Mojiazhuang didn't know What Mo Xuanyu looks like, but the Lan family may not know what Wei Wuxian looks like!Don't get caught!

Lan Sizhui was slightly startled, and quickly squatted down to support Wei Wuxian's arm, and said softly, "Mr. Mo, are you okay? Get up first and then talk."

Lan Jingyi felt a little depressed, so she also reached out to support Wei Wuxian, "Why are you being bullied again? Get up quickly."

Wei Wuxian was stunned for a moment, then looked back at the two children, seeing that the two children didn't look strange, he stood up with all his strength, and after patting his knees, he looked at Mo Ziyuan curiously, "What's wrong with him?" Said while walking towards Mo Ziyuan, strange, the lines on his neck...

"Don't ask too much about things you shouldn't ask, hey, why are you standing so close!"

Lan Jingyi, who pulled Wei Wuxian behind him, frowned and looked at Wei Wuxian. His facial features were exquisite, his eyebrows were stunning, and his pair of phoenix eyes were shining brightly. But the question is, why did he find this face so familiar? After thinking about it, Lan Jingyi simply asked, "Did I meet you somewhere?"

Wei Wuxian, who was observing Mo Ziyuan, was startled when he heard the words, and lifted up his heart that had been put down so hard, he walked behind Lan Sizhui, avoiding Lan Jingyi's gaze, and smiled dryly, "How is it possible, I am A lunatic, if you really saw me, a lunatic, how could you forget?"

Lan Jingyi thought about it, yes, if he really met Mo Xuanyu, it is impossible for him to forget, maybe he remembered it wrong... Has he really never met Mo Xuanyu?

But then, Lan Jingyi didn't have time to think about this question, because Mo Ziyuan, who was originally stopped by Lan Ziling, suddenly roared, and violently threw the servants around him into the air, smashing them into pieces A lot of things.

Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi looked at each other, and at the same time raised their hands, their white sleeves billowed, and two ropes flew out from the sleeves, quickly tying up the maddened Mo Ziyuan. At the same time, the other four Lan's The disciple turned around and jumped, standing in the four ranges of southeast, northwest, respectively, raised his hand, a blue light appeared in his hand, and rushed towards Mo Ziyuan. Mo Ziyuan and the remaining two disciples of the Lan family immediately drew their swords out of their sheaths, and the blades pressed against Mo Ziyuan's neck.

Within a few breaths, the disciples of the Lan family trapped Mo Ziyuan.

Amidst the relieved breath of the people in Mojiazhuang, Lan Ziling stepped forward to open Mo Ziyuan's eyelids, and found that Mo Ziyuan saw only the whites of his eyes but not the pupils of his pupils. Then he touched Mo Ziyuan's right wrist, Startled, "He's dead!"

"What!" Lan Jingyi's pupils suddenly shrank, "Didn't he be alive just now!"

Lan Sizhui walked up to Mo Ziyuan, looked carefully, the more he looked, the more frightened he became, "Isn't it on his neck..." Suppressing his words, he raised his head and looked at Lan Ziling, knowing that the other party also saw the problem seriousness.

Mrs. Mo, who came over after receiving the news, just heard these words, her heart was shocked, she almost fell to her knees, and cried out, "My Yuan'er!" Then she glared at Wei Wuxian and pulled out the hair on her head. Hairpin rushed towards Wei Wuxian, "You murderer! I want you to pay for my child's life!"

"Mrs. Mo!"

Lan Sizhui quickly knocked down the hairpin in her hand, and Lan Jingyi hurriedly pulled Wei Wuxian behind him to protect him tightly, for fear that Mrs. Mo would rush over again.

Madam Mo, who was stopped by Lan Sizhui, screamed, "My Yuan'er was killed by a lunatic like him! What are you doing to stop me!"

Wei WuXian, who was inexplicably blamed again, was speechless, "What does it matter to me that your son has become like this?"

Lan Sizhui also hurriedly explained, but was pushed back by Mrs. Mo, saying that this lunatic wronged her Yuan'er for stealing things, and even took away one of Yuan'er's arms. In addition, this lunatic's father was a cultivator, so he must learn from him. Overwitch!

Wei Wuxian: "..."

Lan Sizhui: "..."

Lan Jingyi: "..."

Lan's disciple: "..."

They have lived for so many years, and this is the first time they heard that cultivating immortals is cultivating sorcery.

Although the disciples of the Lan family felt contemptuous of Mrs. Mo's nonsense and bullying, but now seeing her crying so sadly, and thinking of her sending off the white-haired man to the black-haired man, they looked at each other and were sure that Mo Ziyuan would never see her again. When something happened, they dispersed one after another, letting Mrs. Mo throw herself on Mo Ziyuan and howl and cry.

Lan Jingyi stood aside and watched Mo Ziyuan vigilantly in case something happened, full of doubts, "It's strange, we clearly set up a formation flag in the west courtyard, why didn't the evil spirit come to us, but it just took possession of Mo Ziyuan's body ?”

Ever since he saw the black lines on Mo Ziyuan's neck, Wei Wuxian had a bad premonition, touched his chin and looked carefully, and found something wrong, raised his hand and pointed, "The thing in his arms What is it?"

Lan Sizhui was stunned, and looked in the direction of Wei Wuxian's finger. Lan Ziling, who was standing next to Mo Ziyuan, searched his clothes, and took out a Yin Zhao flag.

Lan Sizhui: "..."

Lan Jingyi: "..."

Lan's disciple: "..."

Wei Wuxian understood it, looked at his wrist, and couldn't help but sneer, "It's true, self-inflicted, you can't live."