Xianjun's stand-in ran away

Wei Lan remembers very clearly the first meeting between herself and Lu Mingsi.

At that time, the caravan sent by the Wu clan provoked the enemy outside, and the enemy found the ancestral land of the Wu clan in the [-] mountains in southern Xinjiang, clamoring to burn the sacred tree Jianmu they had enshrined for thousands of years up.

Wei Lan was only 19 years old that year, but as the god son of the Wu Clan, the most important mission in his life was to protect the Wu Clan. When encountering such a thing, he would naturally do his part.

However, he has lived near the sacred tree Jianmu for many years, which is extremely far from the violated border.

While riding a spirit deer to the border, he manipulated the trees in the forest, intervening in the distant battlefield before him.

Consciousness extends and extends along the roots of the trees in the forest, extending to the direction where the aura of the tribe is fading.

Suddenly, Wei Lan heard a Qingyue sword cry.

Arrived!

He suddenly opened his eyes, and countless banyan tree branches turned into his body, gathered into a spear, and stabbed fiercely in the direction where the sound of the sword sounded.

Whizzing--

The vines broke through the air while waving, biting the enemy like poisonous snakes.

However, in the blink of an eye, hundreds of vines were hit by countless invisible sword energy, and exploded in mid-air with a "bang".

Countless turquoise branches were sprinkled down one after another, like a blue rain.

In the blue rain, Wei Lan met the man who changed his life.

In front of Wei Lan's eyes was not a burning forest, nor an enemy's sword, but a tall and straight figure standing in front of the tribe like a green pine.

In front of the man, there were several detached corpses lying in disorder. There were scorched black marks on the corpses, but the fire in the forest did not burn.

From the traces in front of him, it was enough for Wei Lan to judge what happened.

A monk who protected his people.

Wei Lan was a little surprised in her heart, and didn't continue to manipulate the vines to attack.

"Who?" The man withdrew his sword, turned his head slightly, and looked at the banyan tree where Wei Lan's consciousness was located.

Wei Lan's heart skipped a beat, and she met his gaze.

Across a long distance, Wei Lan, who was riding on the spirit deer, suddenly missed a beat——

The monk was dressed in a simple and elegant white robe, with delicate crane patterns embroidered with silver thread at the end of the sleeves. His brows were handsome, and there was a gentle smile on his lips. .

Wei Lan had never seen such a good-looking person.

It's different from everyone in the Wu Clan...

"Ah, Immortal Minghui, the man who controls the banyan tree is the god son of our Wu clan, not an enemy, please show mercy." The Wu clan who was protected by the monk hurriedly explained, for fear that the killing god in front of him would kill their god son. Also cut together.

Hearing the words of the Wu tribe, the monk subconsciously shrank his fingertips on the hilt of the sword. He stared at the banyan tree that was gradually fading away, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

The god son of the witch clan...

The cultivator put away his sword, randomly found a tree stump above the ground and sat down, pointing to several corpses on the ground with his chin.

"Deal with it."

He is used to giving orders, and the Wu people instinctively packed them up according to his orders. After disposing of a few corpses, they realized belatedly, why did they listen to the orders of this outsider?

Someone wanted to go up to ask the monk's identity, but was stopped by his companion: "Wait, wait until Lord Shenzi comes, that person... we can't afford to mess with him."

Looking at An Jing, a handsome man leaning against the tree trunk with his eyes closed, and thinking of the scene where he easily destroyed the banyan tree controlled by Lord Shenzi, another clansman swallowed, and nodded in sympathy.

The monk listened to the whispers of the Wu people brought by the wind, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.

He likes the wit of Wu people.

After a while, Wei Lan finally rushed over.

The sound of the deer's hooves colliding with the ground came first. When the sound was caught, the monk stood up and turned to the direction of the sound of hooves.

The first thing that appeared was a pair of huge antlers. The spirit deer, which was as white as jade and without a trace of variegation, approached with graceful steps. On the deer sat a young man, wearing dark blue shorts, which suppressed him somewhat. The beautiful appearance added a trace of tranquility.

The boy is more like a delicate, lifeless jade puppet than a human being.

The moment he saw the young man, there was a strong shake in the monk's eyes, like a kind of gorgeous fireworks, which bloomed in an instant and then disappeared into the dark night sky.

so similar……

The monk quickly cleaned up his emotions, and the smile on his lips showed a bit of sincerity, and he took a step forward.

"You don't need to worry about this fellow Taoist. The offender happens to be someone who is wanted in my cultivation world. I followed them to this place, and now I have killed them all."

Wei Lan lowered her eyelashes to look at him, "Are you...?"

The monk raised his head, his eyebrows and eyes slightly curved, as if a ray of spring breeze was blowing across his face: "My servant, Lu Mingsi."

The sunlight pierced through the lush forest, casting a layer of indifferent frost on Wei Lan's bright facial features. No one knew that the heartbeat under this skin was beating irregularly again.

Wu Li, the patriarch of the Wu Clan, wanted to hug Immortal Minghui's thigh. When he saw that Lu Mingsi had a special interest in his son, he offered to let Wei Lan form a bond with Lu Mingsi.

Immortal Minghui was noncommittal, just smiled, and said gently, he should listen to Lan Lan's advice - in just a few days, he and Wei Lan got on good terms, and the title has changed from "Son of God" to "Son of God". Lan Lan.

Wu Li took the initiative to persuade Wei Lan.

He was talking endlessly on the side, how much benefit the formation of a pact with Immortal Minghui would have for the Wu Clan to get out of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, Wei Lan seemed to be listening, but actually he was a little distracted.

For some reason, I suddenly remembered the scene when I first met Lu Mingsi.

In addition to being good-looking, Lu Mingsi also has a very special temperament - that is a kind of stability and self-confidence precipitated after traveling the world and experiencing things, which Wei Lan has never seen in other Wu people. temperament.

That temperament symbolizes the magnificent sea, the free wind, and symbolizes every corner of the world that he has never been to.

This is an irresistible temptation for Wei Lan who has never left the ancestral land of the Wu clan.

He thought, if he agreed to form a bond with Lu Mingsi, would he be able to see the outside world?

Wei Lan's heart skipped a beat.

What's more, he already had a good impression of Lu Mingsi.

Wei Lan had an idea in her heart, so she followed suit, agreed to Wu Li's suggestion, and had the bond-binding ceremony a hundred years ago.

At first, Lu Mingsi's feelings for Wei Lan were hot and sincere.

At the very least, it looks hot and sincere.

He gave Wei Lan the grandest bond formation ceremony in the cultivation world.

Bring ten miles of red makeup to welcome Chinese and American women.

The welcoming team is mighty, reaching up to the top of the Tianhe River and down to the abyss of Hell. Wei Lan sits on a chariot driven by a dragon and a phoenix, with a phoenix crown and a xiapei, and bright eyes.

At that time, his eyes were full of trust.

He believes that Lu Mingsi's feelings are true, that this love will set him free, and that Lu Mingsi will take him all over the vast world.

But Lu Mingsi, after all, failed this trust.

Now recalling the self who wore the wedding dress and was full of expectations, Wei Lan only felt that the 19-year-old boy was naive and a little stupid after all.

He wanted to rush forward, wake up his innocent self, and tell him not to form a bond with Lu Mingsi.

However, after all, this is just a dream formed by his memories, and he has no way to change the fact that has happened.

When he was drowsy, Wei Lan vaguely heard someone calling his name all the time.

"Wei Lan...Wei Lan...Wei Lan!"

There were hurried shouts that suppressed emotions, and the trembling voice concealed worry.

Wei Lan's eyelashes trembled slightly, her breathing was weak, she struggled for a while, and finally opened her eyes slowly.

His first reaction after waking up was to look inside first, to see if there was still any repulsive divine power left in his body.

Fortunately, all those divine powers had dissipated, but his wounded internal organs did not heal so quickly, which made him feel unspeakably exhausted.

The dissipation of divine power made him relax, and at this moment, he has the energy to pay attention to other things——

Another person's warm body temperature continuously came from under his head, Wei Lan raised his eyes, and bumped into Lu Mingsi's eyes without any surprise.

Those dark and deep eyes are usually quiet, like a perfect obsidian, which will never be turbulent.

But at this moment, the obsidian-like pupils are full of undercurrents and cracks. It seems that the more intense the emotion, the perfect curved surface will be completely shattered.

——Wei Lan was being hugged by Lu Mingsi, and because of her weakness, she was completely limp against the man's chest, through the fabric, she could even hear the man's heartbeat.

...it seems to be a little faster than usual.

Soon, Lu Mingsi's heartbeat returned to its normal frequency.

The corners of his lips were pursed, and he could see that he was in a bad mood, but he held Wei Lan's hands tightly, but he didn't relax for a long time.

Wei Lan was not used to such an embarrassing atmosphere, so she took the initiative to ask, "You... are you back?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was a little surprised to find that his voice had become so hoarse.

"Lan, Lan..."

When Lu Mingsi called him, he pronounced his words very hard, and even the fingers clasped on his wrist were so hard that he felt a faint pain.

Wei Lan frowned, and struggled instinctively, "It hurts."

Sensing his resistance, the hand holding his wrist tightened all of a sudden, and Lu Mingsi's handsome face was pulled closer to Wei Lan.

His behavior just now seemed to have completely detonated Lu Mingsi's suppressed emotions.

He heard Lu Mingsi gritted his teeth and asked: "Wei Lan, do you think that as long as you do such a stupid thing, you can threaten me with it?"

Wei Lan: "...?" What did he do?

He only remembered that before he fell into a coma, he ignited the last piece of Jianmu Spiritual Branch, and then the divine magic backfired, almost causing him to die here.

Wei Lan didn't know why, but he always knew what kind of posture would make Lu Mingsi feel softer, so in an instant, his eyes were red, and he whispered in a nasal voice: "It really hurts, my wrist hurts..."

Seeing the water in his eyes, Lu Mingsi subconsciously relaxed his grip on his wrist, but still restrained him tightly, not allowing him to move around.

Aware of his subconscious tenderness, Lu Mingsi felt bored again.

He moved closer, touching the tip of Wei Lan's nose against Wei Lan's. The wavering in his eyes finally condensed into embers of anger, and he asked in a cold voice: "Lan Lan, do you think... as long as you use your own life Threatening me, I will send that stove away?"

Lu Mingsi's breath sprayed on his lips, this posture made Wei Lan feel very dangerous, but if he struggled, it would only further irritate the beast in front of him.

"...I didn't think about it that way."

Wei Lan didn't understand how he could have such an outrageous idea.

He wanted to explain that he didn't care about that man, nor did he care whether Lu Mingsi wanted to keep him or send him away... However, Lu Mingsi didn't give him a chance to speak.

"Then please explain—" Lu Mingsi turned around and picked up the scorched black thread hanging from the bedpost, and shook it in front of Wei Lan twice, his tone was cold: "If you didn't want to threaten me with your life, then why did you do it here? Set fire to the house?!"

"..."

Wei Lan was silent for a while, and then said dryly: "Because you promised me, you will come back tonight..."

His voice became lower and lower, and by the time he finished speaking the last word, it was so low that it was almost hard to hear.

How to explain?Tell Lu Mingsi that he planned to sacrifice his life, and finally purify his spiritual power for him?

But this plan will never be realized, so what else is there to tell him?

Wei Lan doesn't want Lu Mingsi to misunderstand...to misunderstand that she still loves him deeply.

His feelings for Lu Mingsi had long since disappeared during the days and nights spent looking up at the sky in the dormitory.

He wanted to purify Lu Mingsi's spiritual power, not because he still loved him, but because he wanted to use this to completely repay his kindness to the Wu Clan.

——Lu Mingsi may not be a good Taoist couple, but he is a good immortal.

For a hundred years, under his governance, there have been fewer and fewer disputes in the cultivation world. He established a set of effective rules to restrain the monks in the world, so that there are fewer and fewer monks in the world who will act willfully based on their strength.

Nowadays, it is almost impossible to see the evil cultivators who broke into the mortal realm to plunder resources as they did back then.

Lu Ming has forgotten many promises to Wei Lan, but there is one thing that he has always done well.

——During the ceremony of signing the contract, Lu Mingsi said that as long as he was around for a day, no one would be able to make plans for the Wu Clan.

He did what he promised.

In the past hundred years, under the name of Immortal Minghui, the Wu Clan came out of the [-] mountains in the southern border, and became a well-known force in the cultivation world today.

Although Wei Lan doesn't love Lu Mingsi anymore, but Lu Mingsi's kindness to the Wu Clan...he has to admit it anyway.

It's not that you can't tell Lu Mingsi these words, but even if you say them, he won't believe them.

Wei Lan knew him too well, he would only believe what he wanted to believe.

For example, he has always firmly believed that Wei Lan loves him deeply, which is a deep feeling that will never turn back, regardless of the cost.

Or, he hoped so.

However, Wei Lan is also a human being, and if she is a human being, she will be afraid of pain. The more she is hurt, the longer the pain lasts, and no matter how deep her feelings are, her feelings will gradually fade away.

But Lu Ming didn't want to believe it, and he didn't want to take a look at the real Wei Lan.

So, no explanation is necessary.

Wei Lan avoided Lu Mingsi's gaze, lowered her head, and quietly looked at the burn marks on the bed: "You can think what you want."

Wei Lan's voice is very ethereal, which makes his words always sound light even when he is angry.

It's like playing a little temper with people.

Lu Mingsi's heart suddenly flared up, he squeezed Wei Lan's jaw, forcing him to raise his head.

"I said, don't try to influence my decision with these petty thoughts, Wei Lan."

Wei Lan wanted to say that he didn't.

But... is it useful?Can Lu Ming listen to it?

Wei Lan suddenly lost all interest in talking to him, and her physical fatigue became worse and worse.

He lowered his eyelashes and said lightly, "I'm very tired, I want to rest."

The meaning of chasing guests is very obvious.

Lu Ming didn't expect that the always docile and obedient Taoist couple would drive him away!

The anger in my heart rushed into my head.

He wanted to reprimand Wei Lan, but when the words came to his lips, Wei Lan's pale face was caught.

In the blink of an eye, all the hostility seemed to be poured with cold water, and he couldn't vent it, but flowed back down his heart, making his heart even hotter and more painful.

Lu Mingsi was panting violently, and it took a long time for him to loosen the strength in his hands, and he shook Wei Lan's jaw forcefully: "In this case, you should reflect on yourself in the dormitory!"

Wei Lan watched him slam the door viciously, her tense body suddenly relaxed, and let out a long sigh of relief.

He dusted off the dust on the bed, and without being particular, he casually took out a pillow from the cabinet next to him and threw it on the bed, and just lay down on it and began to rest.

That's fine...

He only hoped that he wouldn't see Lu Mingsi's suffocating face in his dream again.

Lu Mingsi went out angrily, but he didn't turn around and leave. Instead, he walked around the door like a raging lion, and glanced into the dormitory from time to time, as if waiting for someone to come out and give him a ride. A smooth hair.

The moonlight fell quietly, and the sun rose, dyeing the clouds in the sky red.

The sun was shining on his body, and Lu Mingsi suddenly realized that he had waited at the door for half the night like an idiot.

But Wei Lan——his Taoist companion, didn't come out, come, find, him!

His face looked like he had overturned the palette, red and green, mixed flavors.

Such a thing hadn't happened for a long time, and it was so strange that Lu Mingsi felt a little fear in his heart.

His wife has always only had him in her heart, how could she drive him out of the house?

However, such absurd things just happened.

Lu Ming didn't dare to look directly at the trace of fear in his heart, allowing his anger to drive out all other emotions.

His eyes were gloomy, staring at the closed door of the bedroom, as if he could see through the wall and see the tired person in the room.

After a long time, hoarse laughter sounded low: "I don't blame you, it's all along... I have indulged you too much."

Lu Mingsi looked away, turned and left without nostalgia.

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The author has something to say:

Lu Mingsi (tsundere face): My wife will never drive me out of the house!

Wei Lan (indifferent face): Get out of here, don't be annoying.

Little by little, Lugou would realize how irritating it would be if his wife became indifferent.