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

Fifteenth

magic hour

Cloud is deep

Back mountain

The pale-skinned young man stood under the plum tree, looking up at the blossoming red plums on the branch.Thin snow the size of rice grains fell one after another, and in the blink of an eye, it covered the white cloak worn by the young man, blending with the white cloak, making that little face even paler.

"Isn't it a pity that there is only one person watching such a beautiful scenery?"

Amidst the vast expanse of whiteness, a paper umbrella appeared in the young man's field of vision. Simple ink painting outlined mountains and rivers on the surface of the umbrella, majestic and elegant.

Nie Huaisang, who was holding a paper umbrella, looked sideways at the boy, but he hadn't seen him for a month, and the boy's complexion was so bad that he couldn't be compared with the lively boy who smiled like a sun a month ago.Nie Huaisang looked at the young man with pale face, dull eyes, pale lips, his eyes could not help moving to the young man's neck, and there was a strange circle of runes wrapped around the neck - Soul Control Formation.

Although Lan Sizhui cut off the pendant with the soul control array in the Guanyin Temple, after all, it has been too long, so even though the soul control array has failed and can no longer control Lan Jingyi, it is still in Lan Jingyi's hands. Curse marks were left on the neck.

Nie Huaisang couldn't help feeling a little guilty, "Jingyi, why don't we sit in the pavilion for a while?"

Lan Jingyi blinked slowly, turned his head to look to the side, half a month was enough for him to get used to the white mist in front of his eyes, so Lan Jingyi easily recognized Nie Huaisang, he bent over Crooked eyebrows, "Sect Master Nie, long time no see, I thought you didn't want to tell me the ending of "Spiritual Body", so you didn't want to come see me."

Nie Huaisang heard Lan Jingyi's still not very elegant tone, and smiled helplessly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't know the ending, so I don't have the face to come to see you?"

Lan Jingyi smiled, "Don't know the ending? It's just right, I don't know the story, but I know the ending, why don't we exchange it, Sect Master Nie, tell me the story, and I'll tell you the ending?"

Nie Huaisang stared at Lan Jingyi who was wearing a very thick white cloak, with a circle of warm white rabbit fur rolling around the edge of the white cloak hat, like a snowman walking out of the snow.He thought for a while, "Okay."

Lan Jingyi, who was holding the stove in his arms, stretched out his warm right hand from the cloak, lowered his head, and quickly stuffed a piece of soft and warm rice cake into his mouth, then retracted his hand, and put his right hand on the stove again. superior.He chewed the rice cake a few times, then swallowed the unknown rice cake, and then said slowly, "Sect Master Nie, are you the one who released the news of the evil in Mojiazhuang?"

"good."

"The person who sent Chifeng Zun's left hand to Mo's Village, was that you?"

"It's me," Nie Huaisang said with gentle eyes, "Only in my hands can Big Brother's left hand be quiet."

"Let the storyteller tell the story of Senior Wei?"

"It's me, so that they can remind them of Brother Wei."

"Did Sect Master Nie create the illusion of the Soul Devouring Goddess on Dafan Mountain?"

"The Nie family of Qinghe is good at swordsmanship, and the art of creating illusions in formations is the strong point of the Jiang family of Bingzhou."

"Lead out this walking corpse of Jin Zixun to attack the disciples of the Xianmen?"

"One of Brother Wei's crimes back then was to cast a curse of riddled with holes on Jin Zixun."

"Inducing the disciples of Xianmen to go to Yicheng?"

"My brother's body is trapped in Yicheng, Xue Yang's crimes are heinous, and Xiao Xingchen has nowhere to complain. It's reasonable for me to do this."

"Using the ghost way to get rid of the killer of the Moling Su family who followed Zizhen, and blame him on Senior Wei?"

"Only in this way, Jin Guangyao will turn his attention to Brother Wei."

"Mrs. Qin Su will quarrel with Senior Jin Guangyao, did you do something?"

"... Madam Qin Su learned the real cause of Jin Rusong's death from a letter."

"The direct descendants of the Hundred Families of the Immortal Sect were kidnapped. There are folk rumors that Senior Wei kidnapped them. Do you have any impetus for this rumor?"

"With our push."

"During the Mass Burial Mound, did you ask your people to intentionally create panic and expose the strangeness of Moling Su's piano music in advance?"

"I didn't expect you to anger Su She, but the opportunity never comes again, I just seize the opportunity and follow the trend."

"You arranged for Miss Sisi and Miss Bicao to be rescued and protected?"

"There are all witnesses and material evidence, and there is no room for Jin Guangyao to refute."

"You sewed up Chi Feng Zun's body?"

"it's me."

"Senior Jin Guangyao, did something really change at that time?"

Nie Huaisang didn't answer Lan Jingyi's question directly, but raised his eyebrows and smiled coldly, "Is this question important?"

"Zewu-jun is in seclusion." Lan Jingyi stared at the snowflakes flying outside the umbrella, "I went to look for Zewu-jun outside the cold pool this morning. Although Zewu-jun didn't want to leave the seclusion, the only person he was willing to communicate with was me. "Sect Master Nie, when I was standing outside the cold pond and watching the snowflakes fall, I suddenly remembered a poem."

"Jun buried in the mud to sell bones, I send snow to the world."

"Sect Master Nie," Lan Jingyi turned her head and looked at Nie Huaisang's still weak and deceitful face, "Sect Master Nie's move is ruthless enough to kill people."

Nie HuaiSang laughed, "If you were me, what would you do? Could it be that Lan Xichen didn't kill my elder brother?"

Lan Jingyi was silent, and then looked away, "It's not an innocent mistake."

Nie Huaisang was stunned, obviously not expecting Lan Jingyi to say such words, "...I thought you would be on Lan Xichen's side."

"I just can understand your resentment towards Mr. Zewu," Lan Jingyi said in a flat voice, "You shouldn't blame me for avenging my brother. As for Mr. Zewu...he has his own fate, and he can only figure it out on his own. I can't help you." As he spoke, a gust of wind blew by, and Lan Jingyi suddenly felt a chill, and sneezed, "What's more, I'm a dying person, I can't even take care of my own life. Take care of other people's business."

Nie Huaisang frowned slightly, turned his body sideways, and shielded Lan Jingyi from the cold wind, "What else do you want to ask?"

"Did Mr. Mo Xuanyu do it voluntarily?"

Nie Huaisang recalled that when he went to Mo's Village, he saw that little boy crying on his stomach amidst the rotten food and leftovers, the hatred in his eyes was shocking. "Voluntarily, his mother originally had a fiancé. Jin Guangshan bumped into Mo Xuanyu's mother at a temple fair... Afterwards, Mo Xuanyu's mother broke off the engagement with her fiancé and gave birth to Mo Xuanyu alone. He hanged himself to death because of the trouble of his natal family. Mo Xuanyu knew about this and cooperated with me, I will avenge him, and he rescued Brother Wei for me."

Nie Huaisang raised his hand to sweep the snow off Lan Jingyi's cloak, "I erected a tomb for him in Qinghe, and his incense will be indispensable during the festivals in the future."

"Where is Senior Jin Guangyao's mother?"

"She is also a poor person. I ordered someone to bury her. Miss Sisi thought of love and lived not far from her. I would chat with her from time to time. Don't worry that she will be lonely."

Lan Jingyi blinked, thought for a while, "It seems that I don't have anything to ask."

No one is innocent, but everyone is pitiful.

Nie Huaisang smiled, "Then little friend, can you tell me the ending of "Spiritual Body" now?"

Lan Jingyi nodded, "Youxianzhi's physique is special, let's use an analogy. The common people in the world are both spectators and actors, and Youxianzhi's body is the stage. People are actors on the stage, and spectators off the stage. And the operas performed by Cangsheng as an actor will be accepted by the dream world. This is why the body of Youxian can enter the dream world to see historical events, because the body of Youxian was originally used as a stage to see those operas."

Nie Huaisang was thoughtful, "So that's the case, but there are too many people singing and performing too many operas, and the stage will not be able to bear it—this is why people with the body of wandering immortals cannot survive the year of dancing elephants."

Lan Jingyi nodded, "That's right. After the play is over, the stage can be dismantled." After a pause, "However, if the stage is dismantled before the play is over, the actors on the stage will fall to the ground and mix with the audience." Here." A smile appeared in his eyes, "The actors and spectators merged into one and broke the rules. The shopkeeper who has been sleeping for a long time should wake up and set up the rules again."

"Punish what should be punished, reward what should be rewarded, those who commit crimes and evildoers should not escape after death, those who have been wronged and wronged must be washed away from their stigma, broken rules must be reorganized, and outdated rules must be revised. Lan Jingyi looked at the human world in the distance, "People's hearts are not old, so we should first impose severe punishments and strict laws, and then change when the situation improves."

Nie Huaisang looked at Lan Jingyi's profile, "Is it just a family of immortals?"

"No," Lan Jingyi smiled, "Everyone in the world is in the formation."

Nie Huaisang's brows trembled slightly, every formation requires a price, either spiritual power, offerings, or life.If the formation involves the common people in the world... how much will it cost? !

Nie HuaiSang suddenly thought of a conjecture that made him feel terrified, "Warriors?"

"A follower of Loose People in Baoshan, Taoist Yanling."

"The eyes of the array?"

Lan Jingyi was silent, and slowly turned to look at Nie Huaisang. The white mist in front of him made him unable to see Nie Huaisang's expression clearly, "It's me, I'm the eye of the formation."

Nie Huaisang breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt a little guilty, "I'm sorry, I..."

"No need to apologize," Lan Jingyi lowered his eyelids, his crow's eyelashes covered the expression in his eyes, "If the stage is not demolished, how could it be possible to awaken the Dao of Heaven?"

Nie HuaiSang hesitated for a moment, he knew maybe he shouldn't ask this boy now, but he still didn't hold back, "Then, my elder brother..."

"He has re-entered reincarnation." Lan Jingyi looked towards the sky, "He asked me to tell you, I hope you will have no disasters and difficulties in the future, peace and joy, and everything goes smoothly."

Nie Huaisang's eyes were slightly red, "...I will." He was silent for a moment, "After you leave, if you have something to do with chasing your son, I, Qinghe Nie Sect, will definitely help you."

"Thank you," Lan Jingyi turned around and bowed to Nie Huaisang, "I'll leave now, I wish you well."

Nie Huaisang saluted back, handed the paper umbrella to Lan Jingyi, and turned to go down the mountain.

After Lan Jingyi watched Nie Huaisang disappear in the wind and snow, he lowered his eyes for a long time, put the paper umbrella on a plum blossom that fell to the ground, turned around and walked down the mountain slowly.

He lied again, he was the star, but only one of them.

Wei Changze, the father of the Yiling ancestor, Zangse Sanren, the mother of the Yiling ancestor, Mr. Qingheng from the Gusu Lan clan, Mrs. Lan from the Gusu Lan clan, Jiang Fengmian from the Yunmengjiang clan, Yu Ziyuan from the Yunmengjiang clan, Lanling Jinzixuan from the Jin clan, Jiang Yanli from the Jin clan from Lanling, warmth from the Qishan Wen clan, dozens of disciples from the Jiang clan of Yunmeng, and Nie Mingjue from the Nie clan of Qinghe—all of them are array eyes.

All the souls of the eyes of the formation will be integrated into the eyes of the formation, and when the formation is opened, the souls will be scattered, and there will be no day of reincarnation.

Indeed, the world has nothing to do with them, but isn't the person they love still in the world?Becoming the eye of the formation is a great merit. Although they no longer need merit when their souls are scattered, the way of heaven will transfer these merit to the people they care about.And these merits and virtues are enough to bless the people they care about to live a safe and happy life without any worries.

When Lan Jingyi walked halfway up the mountain, he happened to see Lan Sizhui who came to look for him, and immediately beamed with joy, "Sizhui!"

"Jingyi!"

Lan Sizhui trotted to Lan Jingyi's side, frowning, "Why don't you open an umbrella?" While sweeping away the snow that fell on Lan Jingyi, he took out a paper umbrella from his Qiankun bag and opened it, "You I've caught a cold recently, so don't come out."

Lan Jingyi was protected under the umbrella by Lan SiZhui, and she nodded obediently, "Understood." She blinked, "SiZhui, what did you come to see me for?"

Lan Sizhui smiled, helped Lan Jingyi to go down the mountain carefully, "Senior Wei is back, and invited us to Caiyi Town to watch the lantern festival."

Lan Jingyi was also overjoyed, "Senior Wei, have you finished solving the matter with the eldest lady?"

"It's almost there," Lan Sizhui said, "A few days ago, Senior Wei, as the great elder of the Yunmeng Jiang Sect, went to the Jinlin Terrace with Sect Master Jiang to help Jin Ling. After all, Jin Ling is the only remaining direct descendant of the Lanling Jin Sect. My son, so Jin Ling has successfully become the new Suzerain of the Lanling Jin Clan, and Jin Chan has become the Deputy Suzerain, and is purging the dissident voices in the Jin Clan."

"Miss is so powerful, she must be able to manage the Lanling Jin Sect well." Lan Jingyi smiled, "Where's Uncle Ning?"

"Didn't we arrange the graves of Aunt Qing and the others half a month ago? It has been snowing these few days, and Uncle Ning was worried that the snow on Qishan Mountain would be too heavy and freeze Aunt Qing's tombs, so he rushed to Qishan early in the morning. After a few days, I will talk to Mr. Lan and go down to Qishan to help."

Lan Jingyi nodded, "HanGuang-Jun is still busy with the appointment of the Immortal Governor for the past few days, so it seems that he can't go to the Lantern Festival with us."

Lan Sizhui also nodded, "I can't help it. Although the matter of sealing the coffin has been resolved by Sect Master Nie, there are still many things that need to be handled by Hanguang-jun himself. Ziling is very busy with Hanguang-jun."

At the foot of the mountain, Lan Jingyi stopped, "Sizhui, tell me, isn't this world the most beautiful thing in this world?"

Lan Sizhui thought about it, although he didn't know why Lan Jingyi asked this question, but he thought for a while and nodded, "Well, there are thousands of lights in this world, love and hatred in the world of mortals, strange sights and strange events, although there will be many tribulations , but it is indeed the most beautiful existence.”

"That's good."

Lan Jingyi turned to face Lan Sizhui, with bright eyes, looking at the red dust and fireworks in Lan Sizhui's eyes, he couldn't help reaching out to touch the forehead on Lan Sizhui's forehead, with a gentle voice.

"Sizhui, I will give you this world."

A gust of wind suddenly blew by, and a ball of light particles gently exploded in front of Lan Sizhui's eyes, instantly lighting up his vision. Lan Sizhui blinked, and stretched out his right hand in a daze, and saw those light particles nostalgic in his palm. Rubbed for a while, and then flew to the world along with the wind.

For some reason, Lan Sizhui let go of his left hand, the paper umbrella fell to the ground, and flakes of snow fell.He looked around with blank eyes, "Why do I want to come to the back mountain?"

In the world below the mountain, firecrackers sounded and lanterns were lit up one after another.

Once it comes out, the beauty of the prosperous age, the world of fireworks.