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

Lanling Jinshi

Jinlintai

Wei Wuxian felt that he might really be possessed by a disaster star, or the reincarnation of a broom star, or bump into a bad luck ghost.

He had clearly put on the mask that kid Lan Jingyi bought for him, and even changed into a purple suit at the suggestion of kid Lan Sizhui. "Xuan Yu", the notorious illegitimate child, it is impossible to compare with his current attire.

But unfortunately, his identity was still exposed by Jin Guangyao.

In fact, the matter of being debunked is not that serious to Wei Wuxian. People have self-knowledge. Wei Wuxian is very clear that he cannot get rid of his infamy, so since he returned to the world, he has long I was ready to be found out and be besieged by hundreds of immortal families again.

but!

This is not the reason why he dragged Lan Zhan into the muddy water! !

Wei Wuxian was held by Lan Zhan's wrist and flew out of the dormitory, and landed on the ramp in the middle of the steps of Jinlin Terrace. Just as he stood still, Wei Wuxian raised his hand and pushed Lan Zhan aside violently.

The unsuspecting Lan Wangji was pushed away a few steps, and when he turned his head, his usually calm and calm light-colored eyes were filled with waves, and the circles of ripples faded away, and inexplicable emotions sank heavily in the bottom of his eyes, "Wei infant."

"Lan Zhan," Wei Wuxian lowered his voice slightly, "Don't come here."

Wei Wuxian looked around, there were already many monks surrounding him on Jinlin Terrace, he turned around and raised his head, on the high platform of Jinlin Terrace, Jin Guangyao and others had already walked out of the dormitory, looking at him from a high place.

Wei Wuxian's eyes fell on Jiang Cheng who was standing next to Nie Huaisang, his eyes flickered, he looked away, looked straight at Jin Guangyao, and said nothing.

With a little cinnabar between his eyebrows, Jin Guangyao rested his right hand on his waist and abdomen, and walked down the steps leisurely, unhurriedly, with a relaxed state of winning.

Even if Wei Wuxian broke through his dispute with Qin Su before, and knew the truth about Jin Guangyao's killing of Chifeng-zun when he was in empathy with Chifeng-zun, Wei Wuxian had to admit that looking at Jin Guangyao's picture With a face that is very advantageous, it is also difficult for him to put the crimes of "killing his brother and murdering his wife" on Jin Guangyao.

"Yiling Patriarch," although his wife died in his arms not long ago, Jin Guangyao's mouth and eyebrows were still slightly tinged with a cold and mocking smile because of Wei Wuxian, "At this time, you Haven't taken off your mask yet."

Lan Wangji withdrew his gaze and looked at Wei Wuxian.

Hearing this, Wei Wuxian raised his eyebrows, raised his hand very obediently, and slowly took off the mask on his face, exposing his handsome and somewhat stunning face in front of everyone.

Seeing that face, the cultivators surrounding Wei Wuxian couldn't help but gasped, their gait was unsteady and subconsciously took a few steps back, faintly confused.

While Lan Xichen, who was standing on the high platform, couldn't help closing his eyes, Nie Huaisang squeezed the folding fan in his hand with an expression of unease, and subconsciously moved half a step closer to Jiang Cheng. Eyebrows twitched.

Wei Wuxian carefully tied the mask Lan Jingyi bought for him to his belt, patted the skirt of his clothes, and looked up at Jin Guangyao.

Jin Guangyao looked at Wei Wuxian and laughed out loud, both surprised and sighing, "The ancestor of Yiling is worthy of being the ancestor of Yiling. He returned to the world after 16 years and played us around."

Wei Wuxian pursed his lips a little impatiently, watching Jin Guangyao sing a big show there.

Jin Guangyao's smile was bright and clever, with deep meaning, as if pointing something, "You actually tricked Hanguang-jun into your way."

Wei Wuxian's heart skipped a beat, recalling the news about Jin Guangyao that he had inquired about in Yunshen in the past few days, his eyes swept across Lan Xichen, the corners of his lips raised, The smile suppressed the teenage coquettishness in the eyebrows and eyes, exuded a bit of evil spirit, and raised his voice slightly to ensure that everyone present could hear, "That's right."

"No."

Surprised, Wei Wuxian turned his head to look at the celebrity of the immortal sect who raised his voice and said the word "No Ye", and then looked at Jin Guangyao.

The smile on Jin Guangyao's face froze, apparently also shocked by Lan Wangji's words.

Not to mention the other monks, after hearing what Lan Wangji said, the few monks who were close to Lan Wangji quickly backed away a few steps, not daring to get close to this "evil heretic" who was suspected of being connected with the ancestor of Yiling. .”

Lan Wangji's face was calm, his eyes rested on Wei Wuxian's face, and he walked towards Wei Wuxian step by step, his steps were slow and gentle, but firm.

Lan Wangji stopped by Wei Wuxian's side, his cold gaze focused on Wei Wuxian's side face, and slowly softened a bit, "I knew he was Wei Ying earlier."

Wei Wuxian, who had been staring at Jin Guangyao to avoid Jin Guangyao's attack, suddenly turned his head to look at Lan Wangji, with a rare urgent tone, "Lan Zhan!"

Lan Wangji stared at Wei Wuxian in silence, his light-colored eyes silently turned dark, and the turbulent undercurrent was blocked by the coolness of his eyes.

Lan Wangji raised his hand to hold Bichen's sword hilt, and his white fingers slightly tightened his hold on Bichen's sword hilt. The next moment, "Clang—" a blue light flashed, his white sleeves rolled, and Lan Wangji Bichen in his hand coldly drew a circular arc in the air, frightening the surrounding monks to retreat in confusion, while Lan Wangji had already protected Wei Wuxian behind him.

The moment Lan Wangji was protecting Wei Wuxian with his sword, Lan Wangji's eyes almost turned red.

In this move, he was 16 years late.

Fortunately, this time, he was not too late.

When he saw Lan Wangji draw his sword out of its sheath and protect Wei Wuxian behind him, Jiang Cheng's eyes turned cold suddenly, the deep coldness surged in his eyes, and he almost gritted his teeth to bleed.

Wei Wuxian, who was guarded by Lan Wangji behind him, was stunned for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he grabbed Lan Wangji's wrist in fright, "Lan Zhan, you don't have to do this, I'm used to this kind of situation, run away first. Besides, you don't have to do this for me, you just need to say that you were deceived by Yiling Patriarch, others dare not say anything about you..."

"Wei Ying," Lan Wangji stood in front of Wei Wuxian, "Do you remember what you asked me in Yunshen?"

Wei Wuxian paused.

——Lan Zhan, but at that time, did you really believe me?

Lan Wangji turned around slowly, "The feeling of going to the dark on a single-plank bridge is really not bad."

——Despite the hustle and bustle of the sun, I insist on a single-plank bridge to the dark.

After a lapse of 16 years, Lan Wangji's answer finally flowed through the years, through despair, through life and death, and came to Wei Wuxian with bruises all over his body.

Wei WuXian looked at the bright smile on Lan WangJi's lips, couldn't help turning red at the corners of his eyes, and smiled as if sighing, "Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan."

Hearing your answer, my life doesn't seem to be that bad.

Although Lan Wangji's voice was not loud, everyone present could hear it clearly, including Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng ruthlessly touched the ring between his fingers, sensed the fishy smell in his mouth, swallowed it, and turned his head to look into the distance, as if he didn't want to look at Wei Wuxian again.

Nie Huaisang pinched his folding fan with a face full of fear, secretly glanced at the helpless Lan Xichen, and then at Jiang Cheng, whose face was so stern that he seemed to be throwing purple lightning at him in the next moment, shrinking his neck timidly , bowed his head and did not dare to look around anymore.

Wei Wuxian calmed down, raised his eyes, and smiled, "Lan Zhan, I'll give you one last chance, you have to think about it, if you really leave this door with me, your reputation will be ruined."

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian glanced at each other, and they both turned around at the same time, standing with their backs to each other, looking around at the hundreds of monks blocking their way.

Wei Wuxian clenched the bamboo flute in his hand, "Do you still want to play?"

Lan Wangji said calmly, "Talk too much."

Wei Wuxian blinked, smiled, "Hit!"

Blue's spiritual power exploded, and the surging spiritual power surged on Bichen. Lan Wangji raised his hand and swung his sword, and the mighty spiritual power charged away, overturning many monks in an instant. With a flick of his wrist, Bichen once again drew an arc in the air, and then ruthlessly severed several spirit swords that were attacking Wei Wuxian. The spirit swords were damaged, and the owners of those spirit swords couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and collapsed. land.

Wei Wuxian, on the other hand, used the bamboo flute as a pen to draw a blood-colored talisman in the air, and then slapped the talisman horizontally with his palm. To the besieged monks.Once the talisman stuck to his upper body, the monk's chest suddenly burst with blood, and he couldn't help vomiting a few mouthfuls of blood, and his face was instantly defeated like a golden paper.

Lan Wangji is always by Wei Wuxian's side. Whenever a fish slips through the net and attacks Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji can always cut off the opponent's spirit sword in time. After several times, no one dares to approach Wei Wuxian. Xian took a step, and Wei Wuxian was always watching out for Lan Wangji, and from time to time, with a flutter of the bamboo flute, a few runes flew out to scatter the sword light that the monk swung at Lan Wangji.

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji cooperated tacitly. Lan Wangji was originally a leader among the immortal sects. Although Wei Wuxian had slightly recovered his spiritual power, his thaumaturgy was hard to guard against. For a while, the hundreds of monks who besieged were invincible, and they seemed to be defeated and fled.

Su She gritted his teeth, the killing intent in his eyes became more and more intense, then he gritted his teeth, jumped up, raised his sword and stabbed at Wei Wuxian, vicious and vicious, with awe-inspiring murderous intentions, he stabbed Wei Wuxian to death with one sword. Potential.

Wei Wuxian happened to have his back turned to Su She, and when he noticed the movement behind him, he had only time to turn around and lift the flute, and had no time to make any other counterattacks.

However, when the monks were overjoyed, a white patch flashed in front of their eyes, and there was the whistling sound of a sword piercing the air in their ears, and the dazzling blue spiritual power pierced the night sky, as if tearing apart the space, resolutely and violently It stabbed the spirit sword that was stabbing at Wei Wuxian.

"Chong-!!!"

The spiritual power exploded, and the spirit sword in Su She's hand let out a mournful cry, and the blade was vaguely shattered. Su She, who had suffered the backlash, spurted blood from his mouth and nose, and the right hand holding the sword was even torn apart. Blood trickled down the ground.

And Lan Wangji had already stood in front of Wei Wuxian, raised his hand, and a spiritual barrier seemed to spread slowly, firmly resisting the exploding spiritual power.

The other monks were shocked, and before they had time to react, they were hit by the strong wave of spiritual power, and all of them fell down vomiting blood, and unfortunately even rolled down the steps of Jinlin Terrace.

Jin Guangyao didn't have time to dodge, and when he was about to resist the blow, a white streak suddenly flew in front of his eyes, and then his waist tightened, and he was pulled behind a person. When he raised his eyes, Jin Guangyao saw himself The second elder brother stood in front of him, holding a barrier of cracked ice cloth, and all the waves of spiritual power never touched Jin Guangyao.

Jiang Cheng, who was standing in front of the hall, reacted quickly by throwing out Zi Dian. Zi Dian swung back, rolled up the eaves of the living room, glanced at Nie Huaisang who was standing there, frowned, wrapped one hand around Nie Huaisang's waist, held With a push of Zidian's right hand, he took Nie Huaisang into the air, and flew along Zidian to the roof of the hall, avoiding this wave of spiritual power.

Letting go of his hand, Nie Huaisang immediately sat down on the roof with weak legs. Jiang Cheng looked down coldly, just in time to meet Wei Wuxian's gaze. The fingers moved quietly on the left arm.

Wei Wuxian's pupils shrank suddenly, and the next moment he suddenly took a step forward and held Lan Wangji's wrist tightly.

"boom--!"

Billowing blue smoke rose from the sky, and the flames circled Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji in a circle, and two masked men in black appeared beside Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji in an instant.

A masked man in black supported Wei Wuxian with one hand, and a teleportation talisman with the other, while another masked man in black supported Lan Wangji, with the palm of the other hand spread out, a slap A large black and white two-color disk floated above the palm of the hand and spun rapidly, several black and white two-color spiritual power flew out of it, sinking into the brows of the besieging monks who were still awake, those monks immediately rolled their eyes and fell down instantly.

Jin Guangyao and others were not within the attack range, but they could only watch helplessly as the masked man in black who was supporting Wei Wuxian dropped the teleportation talisman.

"Patriarch Yiling has escaped——!"