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

It took a while before the shaking of the earth and the mountains stopped, and each of them used their spirit swords as crutches to support the fallen disciples of the Lan family, helping each other to stand upright, their faces so pale.

Lan Jingyi, who simply lay on the ground and waited for the shock to pass, got up and patted his clothes, "Ziling, how are you doing?"

"Poisoned." Lanzi's face was calm, and his tone was calm, "I don't know what it is, it may be corpse poison."

Lan Jingyi saw Lan Ziling's tottering look, and hurried to help him, "Ziling!"

Hearing this, Lan Sizhui put away Xinglan to check on the other disciples, frowned, and hurriedly dug out a few bottles of elixir from his Qiankun pouch, "Temporarily suppress it with medicine, Ziling, where's the medicine on your body?" The medicine on Ziling's body was always complete, but Lan Sizhui couldn't help asking when he noticed that Lan Ziling didn't take out the Qiankun bag.

"We met another group of immortal disciples before," Lan Ziling replied weakly after taking the medicine, barely suppressing the toxicity, "they were injured by a vicious corpse, so we lured this vicious corpse away, and I also left all the medicine to them."

"There are still disciples from the Immortal Clan?" Jin Ling looked away from Wen Ning, "Which family do they belong to?"

"The leader is Baling Ouyang." Lan Ziling remembered the attire of the leader.

"Baling Ouyang family?" Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi looked at each other, "Zizhen!"

"boom--"

Everyone was startled, and they all turned their heads to look at the depths of the woods where the loud noise was coming from, only to see that the dust was billowing there, and there was a faint fishy smell surging in the air.

Lan Sizhui thought for a while, "Jingyi, you stay."

"No," Lan Jingyi drew his sword out of its sheath, "God knows what happened there again, I don't worry about you going alone. Don't forget, Hanguang-Jun and senior are also there."

"Hanguang-jun is here too?!" The other Lan's disciples looked happy.

Lan Sizhui knew that he couldn't beat Lan Jingyi, so he simply jumped onto the Xinglan, "Just now, on the way here, Hanguang-Jun and senior discovered the existence of a human snake in the forest, because the human snake was infected by resentment and happened There is a sudden change, so Hanguang-jun and senior ordered me and Jingyi to help you first."

Jin Ling also went up to the sky with his sword, raised his hand, put the index finger and middle finger of his right hand together to form a pen, and drew a few strokes in front of him, then turned his palm and slapped it, a golden light flashed, and a pair of runes appeared in midair. Pressing down again, the rune instantly sank into the ground, and a golden formation instantly enveloped everyone.

Jin Ling withdrew his hands, looking like a high-spirited young man from an aristocratic family, "The three of us go, then whoever, you stay and protect them. As long as you don't leave my Lanling Jin Sect's defensive formation, you will not be injured. If If the formation is attacked, I will also sense it."

Wen Ning, who was also protected by the formation, pointed at himself foolishly, "Me?"

Jin Ling looked at the sky, "Is there anyone who has the self-consciousness to be a murderous corpse? Be careful that Hanguang Jun cuts you with a sword, Lan Si chases Lan Jingyi, let's go." He flew away first.

Lan Jingyi Yujian went to the sky, "Miss is hard-spoken and soft-hearted again."

Lan Ziling watched the three of them leave, then looked back at the ghost general who was standing there at a loss, suppressed his uneasiness about the reputation of "ghost general", took out a bundle of immortal ropes, and asked tentatively : "Ghost General, I wonder if you can tie up that murderous corpse?"

Wen Ning came back to his senses, walked over slowly and carefully, took the fairy binding rope from Lan Ziling, turned back and tied up the murderous corpse tightly, and then dragged the murderous corpse to the formation Outside, he said to Lan Ziling and his party with a serious face, "You guys have a good rest, I will protect you."

Lan's disciple: "..."

This ghost general... Doesn't seem to be worthy of the name?

woods center

Wei Wuxian jumped down from the tree, twirling the bamboo flute, looking coldly at the human-measuring snake strangled into two by Lan Wangji's strings, "I'll go, did this human-measuring snake take medicine?! So Big, at least seven feet long and one foot wide." Turning his head, "How did you little dolls encounter such a human snake?"

On the other side, Ouyang Zizhen and his group, who were guarded by Lan Wangji, really wanted to wipe away their bitter tears, "Senior, we were chased here by a vicious corpse, and we met this amount of people and snakes. "Speaking, Ouyang Zi really hurriedly asked Lan Wangji for help, "Hanguang-jun, that murderous corpse was lured away by Lan's disciples, this is the medicine they gave me, Hanguang-jun, go and save them!" "

Lan Wangji retracted Wangjiqin, turned around, and glanced at the elixir in Ouyang Zizhen's hand, "This is Lan Ziling's elixir."

Wei Wuxian was startled, "Then where did they go?"

"It has been resolved," said Jin Ling who came from Yujian, "They seem to have been poisoned, and now they are taking medicine to suppress the toxin."

"Ru Lan?!" Wei WuXian rushed up, angry and anxious, "Didn't you go back to Lianhuawu with your uncle? Why did you appear in such a ghostly place again!"

"You don't care about me!" Jin Ling crossed his arms and said angrily, "I'm already this old, so I don't want to be chained by my uncle!"

Wei Wuxian suddenly felt a puff of air stuck in his chest, Jiang Cheng, how did you teach the child!

Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi came after them, and after landing, they saluted Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian, "Hanguang-jun, senior."

Lan Wangji nodded slightly, his eyes fell on Lan Jingyi's face, and he frowned slightly, "Poisoned?"

Lan Jingyi was dumbfounded, "Me?"

Wei WuXian raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, pulled Jin Ling over, supported Lan JingYi, and touched his forehead, feeling a little hot.He raised Lan Jingyi's eyelids again, and asked Lan Jingyi to stick out his tongue to show him.Then they asked Ouyang Zizhen and a group of children from the aristocratic family to check one by one, and found that seven teenagers had been poisoned.

Wei Wuxian picked a bottle of medicine from Ouyang Zizhen's hand and asked them to take it, "Suppress it with medicine first."

Lan Sizhui supported Lan Jingyi who was about to fall, and hurriedly asked, "Senior, what kind of poison did Jingyi and the others suffer from?"

Wei Wuxian blinked, "Congratulations, you've been poisoned by the corpse."

Holding Ouyangzi up, Jin Ling was really angry, "What's there to congratulate?!"

Wei Wuxian replied: "It's also a kind of life experience, and it's always worth talking about."

"Who would want this kind of talk!" Lan Jingyi deeply felt that his time must be unlucky and everything was going to be bad. Few immortal cultivators were poisoned by corpses, and all of them didn't have any pills to treat corpse poisons. Not even Lan Ziling with the most complete preparations.

Lan Sizhui was worried, "Senior, will something happen to them?"

"It's all right now, but it's hopeless when the blood flows all over the body and into the heart." Wei Wuxian counted the number of people.

Lan Sizhui subconsciously clenched Lan Jingyi's arm, "What will happen?"

"How about the corpse, so do what you do. If it gets better, it rots and smells bad, if it gets worse, it turns into a long-haired zombie. From now on, you can only walk away."

The children of the poisoned family gasped in unison.

Wei Wuxian clapped his hands, "You want to cure it, don't you?"

The crowd nodded vigorously.

"If you want to cure it, just listen to me. Those who are not poisoned are responsible for the poisoning. It is best to carry or hold them. If you carry them, remember to face the head and heart up. Let's go to Ziling and the others first to see if they are right. He was also poisoned by the corpse." Wei Wuxian looked at Lan Wangji, Lan Wangji hesitated, but under Wei Wuxian's gaze, Yu Jian left first.

Lan Jingyi was puzzled, "I can walk, why do I have to carry it?"

Wei Wuxian said helplessly, "Brother, if you are alive and kicking, the blood will flow quickly and vigorously, and the speed at which it will flow into the heart will also be very fast. Therefore, you must move less, and it is best not to move at all."

The poisoned teenagers immediately froze to a log.The teenagers who were not poisoned counted the number of people, and in the end they could only take charge of one by one. They picked up their poisoned colleagues one after another, and wobbled at low altitude to fend off their swords.

Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi looked at each other, Lan Sizhui stretched out his hand to hug Lan Jingyi, but Lan Jingyi dodged, pursed his mouth, "Don't hug! You're so motherly!"

Lan Sizhui blinked, and quickly carried Lan Jingyi on his shoulders.

Lan Jingyi, whose stomach was pinched by Lan SiZhui's thin shoulders, changed his words instantly, "Don't, don't, hug, don't carry it!"

After picking up Ouyang Zi, Jin Ling laughed at Lan Jingyi, "Who said you were hugging your mother just now?"

Lan Jingyi, who was hugged by Lan Sizhui, immediately turned back, "If you're not a mother, you'll be so serious!"

Ouyang Zizhen, who was implicated tragically: "..."

after a cup of tea

Wei Wuxian looked at the tied up murderous corpse expressionlessly, "Jin Zixun."

The children of the aristocratic family who were resting on the spot were stunned, "Jin Zixun? Didn't he die a long time ago under the wounds of Yiling Patriarch?"

Lan Ziling, who was determined to have been poisoned by the corpse, shook her head, "The wounds on Jin Zixun's body have not disappeared."

Jin Ling's expression turned ugly, "What do you mean?"

"The Curse of Thousands of Holes, after the caster of the curse dies, the Curse of the Thousands of Holes will naturally be undone, and the traces of the Curse of the Thousands of Holes will disappear on the body of the caster." Lan Ziling also looked ugly, "But back then it was said that the ancestor of Yiling cast a curse on Jin Zixun, but the ancestor of Yiling died 16 years ago..."

"Then why didn't Jin Zixun's riddled with holes disappear?!" A young man was stunned, "Could it be that the one who cast the curse of riddled with wounds back then was not Yiling Patriarch?!"

The disciples of the immortal sect present all turned pale. As inner sect disciples of the direct lineage of their respective families, they have a lot of lessons to learn, and their knowledge is stronger than others. Now that Lan Ziling said this, how could they not know what was going on behind them? Deep meaning?

If the Yiling patriarch really wasn't the one who cast a curse on Jin Zixun, then the Qiongqidao interception and killing, the ghost general's rampage in Jinlintai after that, and the encirclement and suppression by the nightless sky...

The disciples of the immortal sect quietly looked at the ghost general Wen Ning, who was supposed to have been beaten to ashes by the Lanling Jin family, who was standing by and protecting them, feeling inexplicable panic in their hearts.

If the ancestor of Yiling was really wronged back then, what was the truth 16 years ago? !

Among the crowd, Wei Wuxian, the sufferer, was the first to react.

Looking up, Wei Wuxian saw Lan Wangji flying towards Yujian from a distance, and after landing, Lan Wangji walked to Wei Wuxian, "There is a city not far away, Yicheng, but there is no Yujian in the city. flight."

Wei Wuxian rubbed his brows, "Going into the city, the corpse poison on them is a problem after all," looking at the juniors who also heard what Lan Wangji said, "After entering the city, you must listen to me, understand? ?”

The juniors nodded.

Lan Wangji's eyes fell on Jin Zixun's murderous corpse, and he was slightly taken aback, "Jin Zixun?"

"We'll talk about his affairs later," Wei Wuxian put Jin Zixun into another Qiankun bag, "Jingyi and the others are more important, detoxify them first."

Lan Wangji silently glanced at Wei Wuxian, didn't say much, and led Wei Wuxian onto Bichen's sword. The other disciples of the immortal sect also formed groups, staggered to the sky with their swords, and followed Lan Wangji. Ji Yujian flew towards Yicheng, and Wen Ning followed closely.

After everyone left, after about a stick of incense, someone came out of the forest, looked up at the sky where no one was there, and was silently in a daze.

"Boss," a farmer and several peasant girls came out from behind the tree, bowing their hands together, "your subordinates have already led them to Yicheng."

"The task is well done." The person called "Boss" retracted his gaze and praised, "Next, you take people to clean up our traces, so that no one will notice that someone is killing them. The disciples came here, don't leave any excuses."

"Yes."

"By the way," he added precariously, "kill the group of people who were following our young master, and arrange it like... the signs of the Yiling Patriarch's killing are done, and there are many loopholes in the arrangement." a little."