Xianjun's stand-in ran away

In the empty sleeping hall, a slender and slender figure sat on the side of the jade table, with his chin resting on his hands, his head bit by bit, drowsy.

Suddenly, a "boom" thunder broke through the night and rang in the ears.

Half asleep and half awake, the man trembled violently, his arms shook, his head slid down, and hit the jade case with a "boom".

It sounds like a pain in the ass.

The sound of rustling rain sounded outside, but the thunder was completely silent and never sounded again.

Wei Lan let out a long sigh, rubbed his brow that was blushed, and asked a little confused, "What time is it?"

There was silence in the room, and no one answered him.

He lowered his head and looked at the engraving on the jade table.

Child hour just passed.

It was already late at night, but the person who was supposed to come back did not come back. Wei Lan was so tired of waiting that she fell asleep unknowingly.

——Today is the anniversary of the [-]-year bond between him and Lu Mingsi. When they were lingering on the bed half a month ago, Lu Mingsi promised him that he would definitely come back to accompany him tonight.

However he did not return.

Wei Lan quietly stared at the missing tick of the timer, blinking her eyelashes lightly, but there was not much emotion in her eyes that were as clear as glass.

He has long been used to such a situation, he can't complain, and he shouldn't complain... Who made his Taoist companion Lu Mingsi, the Immortal Lord of Minghui?

As the only immortal in the world today, Lu Mingsi is recognized as the co-lord of the Three Realms. He has always been busy with his affairs, and this is not the first time that he has missed an appointment with him.

Perhaps it should be said that he seldom remembers his promise to Wei Lan.

Under the moonlight, the corners of the young man's lips curled into a stiff arc, showing a slight sarcasm.It was not his Taoist companion who was ridiculed, but himself who still believed that he would keep his promise.

Lu Ming has always been like this, what is he expecting?

Wei Lan lowered her eyelashes, suppressing that rare emotion again.

Tonight, Lu Mingsi may not come back...

But he didn't want to give up on it.

It has been 100 years since he and Lu Mingsi formed a bond... A hundred years is the life of a mortal.For Wei Lan, this relationship has been long enough... so long that all the love and hate that had been there are submerged in the long time.

He wanted it all to end tonight, and one more day...he didn't want to bear it.

Wei Lan looked at the cold tea on the table, her eyes, which were originally ashen, gradually lit up with bits and pieces of light.

He's going to try again.

Wei Lan got up holding the table, walked to the window, and pushed it open.

Immortal Minghui's dormitory is located in the back mountain, not far from the Tianji Hall where he usually deals with business. Through the thin rain curtain, he can see the carvings of gods and beasts on the eaves of the main hall, and a few bright pearls leaking out.

As well as the faint singing and laughter.

——Different from the lonely and quiet back mountain, Tianji Hall is holding a grand banquet, even though it is far away, there are still a few out-of-tune music sounds.

Wei Lan is very self-aware.

He clearly knew that there was an occasion that was incompatible with him.

Unlike Lu Mingsi, the immortal who shook the Three Realms, as his Taoist companion, Wei Lan can be called silent and nameless.

He has never been involved in Lu Mingsi's "business affairs". Except when he just married, he took him to a few banquets and introduced him to his subordinates, he has almost never had any contact with the outside world.

Although Wei Lan is an honored companion of the Immortal Venerable and Taoist priests, in the Pure World that belongs to Lu Mingsi, there are not many people who really respect him.

Who made him a mortal?

Everyone knew that the reason why Shenjun Minghui married Wei Lan, the son of the Wu Clan in Southern Xinjiang, was because of his beauty.

The so-called Xianzun Taoist couple is just a bird that Lu Ming has kept in a cage.

During the hundred years that Wei Lan and Lu Mingsi have formed a contract, there are countless people who want to give Lu Mingsi someone or recommend themselves as a pillow, but Lu Mingsi's eyes are higher than the top, and he has never accepted anyone except Wei Lan. .

All the Cypriots were blocked by his sentence "I already have a Taoist companion".

In the eyes of outsiders, Minghui Immortal Lord Lu Mingsi has never been close to women, and only has inextricable tenderness for his mortal companion.

Even if it is a bird, it is still a bird held in the palm of the fairy king.

The embarrassing monks in Lu Mingsi did not dare to resent him, on the contrary, they became more and more displeased with Xianjun's only pillow person. In addition to those who looked down on him, there were also many people who secretly tripped him up, which made Dangerous Lan became more and more unwilling to leave the back mountain.

Because the back mountain is both a cage and a protection.

But Queer also has his own ideas.

Wei Lan hesitated for a while, but finally made up her mind.

He changed into a layered, luxurious and complicated clothes, held up an oil-paper umbrella with cranes painted on it, left the sleeping hall, and walked step by step to the Tianji Hall on the front mountain.

The rain outside the house was not heavy, but it was extremely dense, and the raindrops swirled towards people like feathers.

Umbrellas can't stop the rain like this.

Wei Lan's intricately layered veil looks pretty, but walking in such a rainy day is a disaster.

He can't avoid water spells, and his tail is soaked in water, which is heavy as hell.

But he couldn't take off his obstructive outfit.

Lu Ming is an immortal, and as a Taoist companion, he cannot be made to lose face in front of outsiders.

With a heavy trailing tail and braved the wind and rain, Wei Lan finally walked to the vicinity of Tianji Hall step by step.

There is a layer of veil-like light near the Tianji Temple, which blocks the rain in the sky.Wei Lan didn't go in in a hurry, but stayed at the door, quietly waiting for the hem of her clothes to be dried by the spiritual energy.

Standing here, the melodious voice in Tianji Hall became clearer, with an inexplicably ambiguous and sticky feeling.

Wei Lan stared at the entwined dragon and phoenix at the corner of the eaves, thinking, I don't know what is going on in the hall?

He remembered that Lu Mingsi had always disliked provocative singing and dancing.

The night was cold, and Wei Lan couldn't help shivering as the evening wind blew through the wet skirt.

It's a bit chilly, but...you can't go in like this disheveled.

Ami will be angry.

Wei Lan gathered his collar, lowered his eyelashes, and waited quietly in the evening wind. Although his body was already trembling, he still remained silent and endured all this silently.

Whether it is what he should bear, or what he should not bear.

It wasn't until there were no traces of wetness on the gauze spread on the hem, that he walked towards the side door of Tianji Hall step by step, intending to enter the hall.

Wei Lan walked calmly, unprepared, never thought that she would not even be able to enter the gate of Tianji Hall.

Yet this is what happened.

The guard was a little surprised when he saw him, but the hand holding the sword was firmly in front of him: "Madam, you can't go in."

what's wrong...

Wei Lan frowned, although her face was slightly pale because of the cold, but she carried the majesty of someone who had been in a high position for a long time: "What do you mean?"

The guard at the door stopped him, somewhat disdainful of him in his heart.

He was impatient and didn't intend to answer properly, but when he met Wei Lan's face and his glistening moist eyelashes, the originally aggressive words suddenly turned around: "Madam, The Immortal Venerable is entertaining the guests from the Western Wilderness, so I am afraid that he has no time to do it now."

Wei Lan glanced at the guard and said calmly, "Don't let me in...is this his order?"

Needless to say, they all know who the "he" Wei Lan refers to.

The guard clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, maintaining his movement to block him, not daring to answer.

——Xianzun didn't know that his wife would come over tonight, so it was naturally not his order.

However, thinking of the stunning dancers brought by the guests from the Western Wilderness, the guard always felt that he couldn't just let his wife in.

The guard remained silent, but Wei Lan already understood that this was his own initiative.

He lowered his voice: "You are so courageous! You dare to stop me even though you know that I am a Taoist companion of the Immortal Venerable. Since when did anyone in the Pure World start to take care of me, the Taoist companion of the Immortal Venerable?" gone?"

He seemed to be in a rage, and he didn't choose what to say, but in fact, every word he uttered was carefully thought out.

——He, like these people in the Pure World, knows who here... who is not to be messed with.

Wei Lan's voice was ethereal and soft, even if she deliberately pretended to be angry, it didn't have much deterrent effect.

But cold sweat broke out on the guard's forehead immediately.

He is not afraid of Wei Lan, but he is afraid of the person behind him.

Not to mention that Wei Lan is the pillow of the Immortal, even if it is a dog, it is also the dog of the Immortal, and no one else dares to restrain him except the Immortal himself.

That was not insulting Wei Lan, but trampling on the face of the Immortal Venerable.

Wei Lan's long-standing good temper, never using his status as a Taoist priest to overwhelm others, has almost made these people forget that he not only represents himself.

The guard was frightened by him, and neither stopped nor let him go.

Wei Lan didn't want to get entangled with him, so she scolded in a low voice: "Get out of the way!"

Taking advantage of the guard's embarrassment, he pushed aside the sword in front of him, and sneaked into the hall through the side door without a sound.

"Hey! Ma'am!" The guard couldn't stop him in time, and tried to stop him, but it was already too late.

He couldn't enter the hall, he could only stop outside the gate, and he couldn't help but worry from the bottom of his heart, for fear that Wei Lan's recklessness would cause him trouble.

Immortal Venerable is entertaining distinguished guests from the Western Wilderness, I hope Madam will be more informed, and don't cause any trouble...

The guard had no other choice but to pray silently in his heart.

When Wei Lan entered the hall, the tone of the originally soft and decadent sound changed abruptly to a clanging sound, and the tune suddenly became exciting, as if to indicate that something was about to happen.

Wei Lan stopped, her eyes subconsciously turned to the center, the source of the music.

Only then did he vaguely understand why Lu Mingsi missed the appointment with him.

Several dancers with veils on their faces surrounded a stunning beauty in aqua-blue tulle, and they were dancing in harmony, as if they were one person.The stunning beauty in the center is not wearing a veil, her face is cold and beautiful, like a snow lotus on the top of a mountain that is not stained with mud, her figure is extremely soft, her every move is seductive.

Everyone in the hall was paying attention to the beauty in the center, but no one noticed Wei Lan's arrival for a moment.

As the music changed, the dancers who had surrounded the beauty left one after another, leaving only two staying in place, pulling a huge piece of gauze.

The beauty's figure was light, and she jumped lightly on the gauze to the beat of the music, like a soaring phoenix chasing flames, and jumped straight into the arms of the person above the chief seat.

——It was Lu Mingsi.

His Taoist companion, the master of the Pure World Realm, and the co-lord of the Three Realms, Immortal Minghui.

Lu Mingsi was born tall and handsome, with a slender body wrapped in a luxurious bordered black robe, a pair of dark eyes like the dark night, hiding all emotions, and slightly thin lips with a three-point arc even if they don't smile, giving people An inexplicable sense of alienation.

Intimidating.

However, facing such a man, the beauty has no fear at all.

He lifted his wrist slightly, twisted his sleeves lightly, and offered a wine cup to the handsome man on the pedestal: "Your Majesty, this is the green bamboo that my master took from the Jade Heng bamboo in the depths of the oasis and took a hundred years to refine. Wine, please taste."

The beauty's name is Lin Zhu, and it is a "gift" given to Immortal Minghui by the real Jinhua from Xihuang.

Lin Huan's eyes were like spring water, his brows were affectionate, he met Lu Mingsi's gaze, his face was a little red with embarrassment, and he lowered his head.

Lu Mingsi rested on the seat with one hand and propped his chin. In front of his eyes was the beauty's slender neck.

He casually stretched out a hand and stroked it gently.

The domineering spiritual power invaded from the back of his neck and passed by, Lin Wang instinctively trembled, feeling a little frightened in his heart, but raised his head slightly, showing a shy and timid expression, somewhat angry and pitiful.

Lu Mingsi twirled his fingertips, and the corners of his lips curled up for a moment.

——Excellent Qianyin Ice Soul Physique, Furnace Cauldron Physique, are exactly the kind that are useful to him.

If you take it, you will take it.

Lu Ming took the green bamboo wine held by Lin Zhuo and drank it down in one gulp.

"Realist Jinhua deserves credit for his beauty..." He chuckled, his voice was like gurgling water, magnetic but cold, "Appreciate!"

Lin Wang raised his head suddenly, with an unconcealable joy on his face.

Everyone in the world knows that Minghui Xianjun Lu Mingsi has never been close to beauty, but only has some affection for his vase-like mortal wife.

Now, since he has praised the real Jinhua, it means that he wants to keep himself.

Lin Huan smiled charmingly, and leaned against Lu Mingsi with his whole body.

Inside the Tianji Hall, [-] night pearls hang from the roof, and there are nine huge columns supporting the roof beams. Under the brilliance of the pearls, the columns cast long shadows on the ground.

Wei Lan hid in the shadows, looking at the two figures that were almost overlapping on the high platform, her eyes dimmed.

His heart was dull, as if a big stone was pressed on it for no reason, and there was a faint pain of suffocation.

He originally thought that even if Lu Mingsi didn't take him to heart any more, he would eventually fulfill the vow he made solemnly.

——Lu Mingsi once promised him that he would never touch anyone other than him.

But now this scene is like a resounding slap on Wei Lan's face, telling him that this is just his wishful thinking.

As soon as the stagnation in my heart started, it seemed to be suddenly taken away by some external force in the next moment, and there was no more pain or dullness.

Wei Lan blinked, and her mood returned to calm. Looking at the handsome young man who was absent-minded on the high platform, thousands of thoughts arose in her heart.

For a long time, Lu Mingsi has been tortured because of the mixed and impure spiritual power. Every time he uses his spiritual power beyond the limit, the spiritual power in his body will fall into a groin, like being tortured by cramps and bones.And Wei Lan is the god son of the witch clan. His soul is the most pure and pure thing in this world, which can help Lu Mingsi sort out and purify the mixed spiritual power in his body and reduce his pain.

For a hundred years, Wei Lan has been purifying the spiritual power in Lu Mingsi's body, but recently, as he grows older, the matter of purifying... gradually becomes incapable.

After all, he was just a mortal. Although his face remained the same, his body was getting worse day by day.

Wei Lan looked at the superior person and thought to herself, Lu Mingsi, why did he accept this person?

Is it because... he is no longer useful?

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Reading guide: Crematorium literature, not scum, is generally a story of a powerful and willful Gong being educated, Gong will grow emotionally, and learn how to love, so don’t change Gong, basically Gong has virtue, I haven't done it with anyone other than Shou, Bai Yueguang is a fake Bai Yueguang

Finally, you can scold Gong, don’t scold me QWQ

Push the pre-receipt of Jiyou~~I will start the article soon~~ "The third year after the death of the emperor" by Daoxuan

The emperor of this world is Xie Wen's last mission.

At the end of the mission, Xie Wen broke free from the book-traveling system and regained her freedom.He no longer wants to pay for others, and he doesn't want to work hard.However, in the third year of feigning death and retiring, the wolf cub who lost half his life and could not be raised was ushered in.

The wolf cub tucked his tail at him and bowed his head for the first time in his life. He said he was wrong and said don't abandon him, please, teacher.

Xie Wen pointed to the scar on her wrist, and whispered softly: That's not what you said when you wanted me to die.

Emperor Xie Wen, the biggest treacherous official in this dynasty, overstepped the rules to regent, punished loyal ministers, and threatened the emperor.

Later, the emperor rehabilitated him, and all civil and military officials mourned for him again.

But what's the use?

In the third year after the emperor's death, the ninety-five supreme being, who is more than ten thousand people, was trapped in a nightmare all night.

He dreamed that there were tooth marks and blood oozing on the frosty wrist.Dreaming of Xie Wen's messy breathing that was so painful that he trembled, every sound penetrated into his bones, hooking his addiction.

This obsession, I woke up too late.