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

in a few days

underground cave

With a flash of silver sword light, Lan Jingyi, who was only wearing a tunic, made a gesture of piercing the sword. With a twist of his wrist, he turned the piercing sword into a hanging sword. The castration of the sheath turned around slightly, the white hem was raised slightly, and then fell down, the absurdity had been put into the Qiankun bag.

Looking up, Lan Jingyi was slightly relieved to find that Nie Huaisang hadn't coughed.

"Sect Master Nie," Lan Jingyi walked up to Nie Huaisang and knelt down, reached out and touched Nie Huaisang's forehead, noticing the abnormal heat on the skin under his palm, and frowned involuntarily, "Do you feel better?"

The sickly Nie HuaiSang struggled to half-open his eyes, opened his mouth, his lips were pale, his voice was slightly hoarse, and he hummed a little, "I'm uncomfortable."

"Take the medicine and sleep for a while and you'll be fine."

Lan Jingyi once again helped Nie Huaisang cover up the Gusu Lan family uniform she had draped on his body, moved her hand down, and rested her fingertips on Nie Huaisang's wrist, and checked his pulse carefully to confirm that his condition had indeed begun to improve. I was really relieved.

Looking up at Nie Huaisang, Lan Jingyi sat down cross-legged, with one hand on his chin, and the other took Nie Huaisang's hand into the clan uniform, and then covered it with the clan uniform, with a helpless tone, "Sect Master Nie, I will still I will come to watch the night, you can rest in peace for a few days."

Nie HuaiSang felt aggrieved, "Little friend Jingyi, I am the head of the clan after all, and I am your elder, how can I only let you watch the night alone?"

Even with the blessing of the heart-cleaning effect of the formation, Lan Jingyi couldn't help but gave Nie Huaisang a blank look, and turned back, "But you caught a cold after two hours of guarding last night, fortunately, Sizhui prepared a lot for me. Elixir, otherwise you will be miserable."

Lan Jingyi grew up in the unknown place of Yunshen since childhood, and the classmates and disciples of the tribe in the unknown place of Yunshen are all monks, and minor diseases such as wind and cold are rarely contracted. For more than ten years, Lan Jingyi Except that when he first met Lan Sizhui, he knew that Lan Sizhui had lost his past memory because of a high fever, he had never seen anyone catch a cold, and the clansmen who had symptoms such as high fever and fever were also caused by serious injuries.

But Nie Huaisang was different. Lan Jingyi knew that Nie Huaisang's cultivation was low, but Lan Jingyi didn't expect that Nie Huaisang's cultivation was so low that he could even catch the cold!

Isn't wind-cold disease a disease that only ordinary people with no self-cultivation can get? !

Thinking of this, Lan Jingyi couldn't help poking Nie Huaisang, and sighed, "Sect Master Nie, you are so weak."

Nie Huaisang: "..."

Nie HuaiSang didn't want to talk, and didn't want to pay attention to this little friend who didn't care about his age at all. He covered his lips with his hands and coughed a few times, then fell asleep with half-closed eyes and pupils.

Lan Jingyi's rare kindness did not continue to slander, and he probed Nie Huaisang's forehead again. After thinking for a while, he lowered his head and tore off a piece of material from the hem of his jacket, folded it in his hand, and took out water from the Qiankun bag. He poured some water on the cloth, and did not put the water bag back into the Qiankun bag, but placed it by his side, so that he could pour water at any time. Finally, he carefully applied the water-soaked cloth to Nie Huaisang's forehead.

After doing all this, Lan Jingyi withdrew her hand as if nothing had happened, leaned her back against the wall, closed her eyes, and instantly her soul left her body and entered the land of nothingness.

After burning a stick of incense, Nie Huaisang slowly opened his eyes, turned his head to look at Lan Jingyi with his eyes closed tightly with a complicated expression, and at Lan Jingyi's waist, the sound of the Ningshen Bell exploding could be heard endlessly.

nothingness

The white mist dissipated, Lan Jingyi retracted the nine-turn yin-yang fish, trotted a few steps, and called out "Sir!"

Taoist Yanling, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, lazily raised his eyelids, and imperceptible worries flashed in his eyes, "In recent days, you have come to the land of nothingness more often."

Lan Jingyi was taken aback, "Is there any? I didn't pay attention to these."

"The physique of the immortal body can allow you to enter the void and the dream world, but this process is cyclical and gradual." Taoist Yanling closed his eyes again, "On the other hand, once your spiritual consciousness habitually enters the void The land of nothingness and the dream world, the present world will begin to reject your spiritual consciousness, and in the end, your spiritual consciousness will never return to your body, and the land of nothingness and the dream world will reject your spiritual consciousness because of your inability to return to your body. things, and shut you out."

"Do you understand it?"

The more Lan Jingyi listened, the more confused she became, "Sir, are you saying that if this continues, I will die?"

"Spiritual consciousness will leave the body forever, what is it if it's not death?" Taoist Yanling said mockingly, clearly displeased with Lan Jingyi's naive look, "For now, you are lucky, the elders of the clan have tried their best to find a way to save you , On weekdays, you are ordered to avoid places that are too evil. The Hua clan thinks of your parents' kindness to their clan, and also orders Lan Ziling to always pay attention to your body." Speaking of this, Taoist Yanling sneered, " It's a pity that if the law of heaven doesn't let you live, no one will let you live. Even if your clan and your parents try their best, they can only fetch water from a bamboo basket."

Lan Jingyi's face remained unchanged, "Compared to these, I would rather have my parents by my side, instead of leaving me in the deep clouds, and they searched all over the land of Kyushu to find a way to save me .”

Taoist Yanling still kept his eyes closed, "You hate them?"

Lan Jingyi shrugged her shoulders, sat down cross-legged, put on a look of sighing on purpose, and said, "I even drew their faces for me, so I really want to say 'hate'... no Is it too much?"

Taoist Yanling's voice was cold, "If I remember correctly, your parents also went back to Yunshen, but they avoided you and didn't want to see you."

Lan Jingyi was silent, "It's also understandable, as long as they haven't gotten along with each other, after I die, they can get rid of their sorrows faster and start a new life." After a pause, he pretended not to care and said, " I heard that in a few months, I can be an older brother."

"You won't live until that time." Taoist Yanling didn't show any affection for Lan Jingyi, "Based on your current situation, it's your luck to live for two months."

Lan Jingyi, who had been beaten several times by Taoist Yanling, froze, blinked, and decided to rely on herself, and changed the subject, "What about your plan? Don't I want to help you implement the plan?"

Taoist Yanling twitched his eyebrows slightly, "When you are dying is the best time for me to implement the plan."

"Oh." Lan Jingyi rubbed his nose somewhat embarrassingly, "Then, after I die, will everyone still remember me?"

"Let's see if my plan can succeed."

Taoist Yanling paused, opened his eyes, and looked up at Lan Jingyi, as if he suddenly remembered that Lan Jingyi was only a young man in the year of dancing elephants, and he hadn't reached the crown yet, so he slowed down his voice slightly, " If my plan succeeds, the things you are worried about will not happen. Even if the plan fails, I will fulfill my promise and protect Lan Sizhui for you. In this way, you should die without regret."

Lan Jingyi, who is about to die without regret: "..."

"Sir, do you know that some words are not allowed to be used indiscriminately?" Lan Jingyi endured it, and finally said, "I'm not dead yet, you are here to arrange my affairs, isn't it a bit Excessive? Do you still talk about secular etiquette?"

"What is destined to happen, why bother about those worldly etiquettes." Taoist Yanling leisurely closed his eyes, "Back to the present world, Nie Mingjue's spiritual consciousness is still asleep, so I can't give you an answer."

"Understood." Lan Jingyi suddenly lost face, came to the void for nothing, and was beaten by Taoist Yanling... so sad.

After Lan Jingyi disappeared, Taoist Yanling hesitantly opened his eyes, hesitated for a while, and then disappeared.

the present

In a certain unknown mountain, a woman dressed as a Taoist brewed two cups of tea, "I thought my three apprentices all died in the world of mortals, but I didn't expect you to survive."

The bloody smell diffused, Taoist Yanling slowly walked out of the shadows, stood in front of Baoshan Sanren with a mournful face, and slowly knelt down on his knees and bowed down.

"Master, this disciple is not reconciled."

How can disciple be reconciled?

The world that Tuer protects has taken away the best friend that Tuer wants to protect the most.

The monks and mortals protected by the disciples destroyed the reputation of the disciples and put the disciples to death.

The sorrow of parting from a friend, the pain of thousands of arrows piercing the heart, the pain of repaying kindness and revenge... How could the apprentice accept all this?

Now the way of heaven has given disciple a chance, how can disciple let it go?

This world should have been subverted and cleaned long ago.

Qinghe

underground cave

Lan Jingyi was awakened by Nie Huaisang's cough.

Enduring the pain, Lan Jingyi hurriedly supported Nie Huaisang against the wall, reached out to help him pat his chest, calmed down, and asked a little worriedly, "How do you feel?"

The sickly Nie Huaisang lowered his brows and eyes, his docile brows and eyes showed a sense of sickness, the blush on his cheeks from coughing could only set off his pale complexion.

"I...I want to listen to the piano."

Lan Jingyi was taken aback, "What?"

Nie HuaiSang lowered his head, his voice hoarse, "When I was sick, I always wanted to listen to the piano. Although my elder brother can't play the piano, he would still find someone to play for me... But I just want to listen to my elder brother playing the piano."

Lan Jingyi's expression was complicated, recalling the Chi Feng Zun that he saw in the dream world, who seemed to be able to pick up a knife to cut people at any time, and then imagine Chi Feng Zun sitting in front of the piano...

Lan Jingyi: "..."

Lan Jingyi shook her head, shaking off this terrifying scene.

Taking Lixie out of the Qiankun bag, Lan Jingyi rested her fingertips on the strings, thought for a while, and asked, "Which song would Sect Master Nie want to hear?"

Nie Huaisang blinked, pinched his fingertips, ""Xihua"?"

Lan Jingyi was suddenly embarrassed, ""Xihua"...I haven't learned it yet...it's quite difficult to play."

Nie Huaisang lowered his head in disappointment, "In the past, the third brother often played for the eldest brother. I thought it would be easy."

"...It's because I'm not good at playing the piano." Lan Jingyi was suspicious, and couldn't help asking, "Isn't this "Xihua" the score of my Gusu Lan family? Why can Master Lianfang play it?"

Nie Huaisang was at a loss, "Well, the second brother taught it to the third brother, and the third brother said that it was specially learned for my elder brother, to suppress the influence of the sword spirit on the elder brother."

Lan Jingyi frowned, "Have you heard "Xihua" played by Lian Fangzun?" Seeing Nie Huaisang's puzzled face, Lan Jingyi hurriedly made amends, "My piano skills are not as good as Si Zhui, but if there is a tune , can still play one or two."

Nie Huaisang nodded knowingly, frowned and thought for a while, then nodded hesitantly, "I have a little impression."

Nie Huaisang struggled to get to Lan Jingyi's side, Lan Jingyi stretched out his hand to support him, and he sat in front of Lixie leaning against Lan Jingyi.

Nie HuaiSang thought for a while before hesitatingly reaching out to play a qin on Lixie, and then a series of fragmented qin sounds came out staggeringly.

The more Lan Jingyi listened, the more she frowned.

One of the reasons is that the fragmented piano sound harmed his ears, and the main reason for Lan Jingyi's frowning was the piano sound that obviously had something wrong.

Although Lan Jingyi's piano skills are not as good as Lan Sizhui's, but in terms of comprehension and understanding of piano music, Lan Jingyi's talent is something that even Mr. Zewu was amazed by. Lan Jingyi said "Your relationship is not enough" and said "You played too low" and was so angry that he chased Lan Jingyi. In the end, Mr. Zewu had no choice but to let Lan Jingyi and Lan Sizhui Let's learn the piano together, after all, Lan Jingyi has never disturbed Lan Sizhui from learning the piano.

Lan Jingyi didn't feel good about the piano sounds played by Nie Huaisang.

Weird and weird, how could it be "Washing Hua" which has the effect of purifying the mind and concentrating the mind?

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School is about to start, there is a lot of confusion, temporarily postpone the update