Xianjun's stand-in ran away

Wei Lan took Xueji to the center of the village. Along the way, the clansmen who saw the Son of God came back were a little surprised. Even so, no one came up to gossip. After leaving the village and going deep into the forest, all the clansmen We all know that Wei Lan is back, and he has already set his next lunch and dinner.

"Brother, you are very welcome!" Xue Ji no longer pestered Wei Lan all the time like before, as if she felt at ease because of the unique atmosphere of the Wu Clan, and she was not afraid of being left behind.

Wei Lan shook her head, "Even if it wasn't me, another clansman who returned after leaving the clan for a while, they would be so enthusiastic..."

It is precisely after a hundred years of cold treatment in the Pure World that Wei Lan cherishes these pure-hearted clansmen even more...

For Wei Lan, the Wu Clan is the only pure land in his heart.

In any case, he does not want this pure land to be destroyed.

After walking for a stick of incense, the huge Jianmu was finally in sight. Standing on the giant tree and looking to both sides, the edge of the sacred tree could not be seen for a while.

Xue Ji looked at the canopy piercing the sky above, her purple eyes flickered, and when she turned her head, she had that cute look again.

He whispered: "Brother...then I went to play nearby?"

Wei Lan nodded and rubbed his head: "Go, pay attention to safety."

Xueji walked away lightly, and disappeared into the woods after a while.

After Wei Lan watched Xue Ji leave, she turned around and walked in front of Jian Mu, closed her eyes, and put her palm on it. The next moment, an invisible wind swept over his long hair, and the jade beads in the hair collided together, making a crisp sound. In front of him, a hidden wooden door appeared on Jianmu's thick trunk.

Wei Lan pushed open the door and walked in. Inside was an empty hall with stairs made of woven branches. One side turned upwards, leading to the boundless sky, and the other side meandered downwards, leading to the darkness deep underground—— It is connected to the root system of Jianmu, and by virtue of the special nature of Jianmu, human beings who sleep in the confined space built by the root system of Jianmu can slow down the passage of their lives.

The old patriarch Wu Qi was sleeping in it.

At this point in time, Grandpa Wu Qi should not have been awakened...

Thinking about waking up Grandpa Wu Qi from his slumber when nothing major happened, Wei Lan felt a little inexplicably guilty, feeling like a brat who caused her elders to sleep badly.

However, he could only ask the old patriarch about the previous god son of the Wu clan.

——People in the clan are very shy about the former son of God. Wei Lan has never heard anyone discuss his affairs, and he doesn't even know his name. There is a Son of God.

Bai Xia once casually mentioned that he was a great big shot.

The speaker has no intention, the listener has the heart.

For a long period of time, Wei Lan was trapped in the similarities between herself and the former Wu clan god son, and also in their differences, so she was anxious and worried.

——Is it true that if the person who formed a contract with Lu Mingsi was replaced by the former God Son, there would not be so many voices of disapproval?Lu Mingsi will treat him with more care and respect, and allow him to intervene in his life, just because he is the one who can match him...

Is it... just that he doesn't deserve it?

In the previous life, until the moment of Wei Lan's death, he did not find the answer to this question...

He chose to give up.

As long as he doesn't love her anymore, no matter what the truth is, it won't hurt him anymore.

He once had very dark thoughts, thinking, since that person is already dead, why did he leave so many traces?Why can't it disappear more thoroughly, and disappear completely from Lu Mingsi's memory?

That man made his existence a reflection, deprived of its own value and meaning.

He didn't know that person, but he hated him in spite of himself.

Wei Lan knows that such thoughts are not good, but being locked up in the back mountain, he can't help but develop similar thoughts... He is not a perfect person, let alone a saint, he is just an ordinary mortal , eager for love, afraid of pain, unable to let go of hatred, naturally have dark thoughts.

It wasn't until Wei Lan made up her mind completely, sealed all the emotions related to Lu Mingsi, and for the first time in her life, used unbiased thoughts to piece together the person in the few words, that she aroused some curiosity that originated from herself.

——What kind of person is it that Bai Xia called him "a great man" in such a reverent tone?Does he have any special connection with himself...?

Wei Lan couldn't help wanting to know more about that person.

He remembered that the person's name...was Yu Chu.

Wei Lan walked down the spiral staircase step by step with an uneasy feeling that he couldn't explain clearly, and walked into the underground part of Jianmu. However, the scene below made him suddenly lift up his heart.

——The Jianmu root system where Wu Qi was sleeping, the rattan net woven of fibers was lifted from the middle to the two sides, revealing the hollow in the center, but the person who should have been lying there was gone.

Grandpa Wu Qi...

Wei Lan's eyes widened, her pupils trembling violently, and she ran outside like crazy.

Where did you go? ...Where did you go!

Why is it not in the root system of Jianmu, what happened...

Wei Lan's mind was in chaos, the heavy and messy footsteps echoed in Jianmu's empty branches, his heart was beating so fast that it was about to burst out of his chest, and various scenes of Wu Qi's accident flashed uncontrollably in his mind.

Just when Wei Lan ran to the door and was about to push the door to leave, an old and dry voice suddenly came from above: "Lan Lan? Why are you here?"

Wei Lan's pupils contracted suddenly, and the right hand that was pushing on the door was slowly put down.

He turned his head slowly, and saw Wu Qi walking down the winding ladder slowly on crutches. His old face was still full of love for him, but the wrinkles were more wrinkled than when Wei Lan saw him last time. Too much, revealing a decadent atmosphere.

Grandpa is fine...

Wei Lan's heart slowly fell back into her chest, her eye sockets were hot, and she wanted to cry a little, but the corners of her mouth slumped and was forcibly flattened by him.

He is a wanderer who has been away from home for too long, and finally returned to the home where he can feel at ease.

Wu Qi went down the winding ladder step by step, put the walking stick aside, slightly opened his arms towards Wei Lan, and said kindly: "Come here, let grandpa see if our Lanlan is suffering outside, grandpa looks at it." ...how does it look like you've lost weight?"

Wu Qi is like every parent. When his child returns home, he never thinks about what achievements he has made, but whether he has suffered too much.

With such a simple sentence, Wei Lan's tears burst suddenly.

Just like when he was a child, he rushed into Wu Qi's arms, hugged him tightly, and after calling "Grandpa", he broke down and cried, crying so hard that he couldn't make a sound.

The heart-piercing cry echoed in Jianmu, disturbing the giant tree, and the rustling of countless leaves seemed to be comforting the child who had finally returned home.

At this moment, Wei Lan had suppressed 100 years of sadness and pain in her heart. Those blunt knives grinding flesh, self-denial and injury seemed to have finally found a vent to vent. Tears rushed out of the body.

During the hundred years of marriage with Lu Mingsi, Wei Lan never cried once.

He suppressed it for so long that he almost forgot...he still has the option of crying.

Or maybe, he just needs someone who can tolerate him without reservation.

And this person will not be Lu Mingsi.

Wei Lan wailed at first, and when she got tired of wailing, she began to choke. She cried so weakly while holding Wu Qi that her voice was a little hoarse, but her tears still didn't stop.

Wu Qi didn't say anything, just patted him on the back lightly, as if the person in front of him was not the reliable young man who guarded the Wu clan, but the one who grew up under his nose and would cry when he fell down five or six-year-old children.

Wei Lan didn't know how long she had been crying, but after he finished venting his emotions and felt a long-lost relief, Wu Qi was already standing so that his legs were shaking.

Wei Lan blushed in embarrassment, hurried to the side to retrieve his crutches, handed it to Wu Qi, lowered her head, and shouted in shame: "Old patriarch..."

Wu Qi smiled, patted his arm broadly, and winked at him: "Is the person in front of me now a reliable son of the Wu clan? Don't you even call me grandpa?"

"Grandpa..." Wei Lan changed his words slowly, and continued to lower his head, like a child who has made a mistake and is waiting for his parents to punish him.

Wu Qi walked to the spiral staircase panting on crutches, chose a step and sat down, then patted his side, "Sit down and say, now you can tell grandpa... what happened to you outside?" ?”

Wei Lan sat down according to his instructions, and really wanted to speak, but didn't know where to start.

He hesitated for a moment, and asked hesitantly, "Grandpa, my business...how much do you know?"

Seeing that he didn't want to say anything, and didn't force him to ask, Wu Qi smiled: "I only know that you and Wu Li, two bastards, violated the ancestral precepts of the Wu clan and left the land of southern Xinjiang. What kind of relationship do you still have with that Minghui?" Xianjun got married and was taken away by his dragon and phoenix chariot."

Wu Qi's tone didn't mean to be admonishing, but Wei Lan still blushed a little at the words, silently clutching her sleeves.

Although Wei Lan felt that it was a wrong decision for him to agree to Lu Mingsi's request to form a bond, he never felt that it was an incorrect thing to let the Wu people go out of the southern border. What kind of convenience did the intercommunication bring to the Wu people?

Wei Lan wanted to defend Wu Li, but Wu Qi saw what was on his mind first, and interrupted: "Okay, I don't need you to speak for that brat."

The expression on the old man's old face became a little complicated, "I've seen it all from the sacred tree. Maybe it's because I, this old antique, is too stubborn and has long been out of touch with the times. Although it's just a slight sign, I can see it. , Communicating with the outside world...is not a bad thing for the Wu Clan."

Wei Lan pursed her lips and smiled, then flattered her: "Grandpa Mingjian."

Wu Qi made a gesture to hit him with a walking stick, and said in a bad mood: "Stop flattering, don't just talk about witch rituals, talk about yourself, what's going on? I don't believe that witch rituals will kill you just to get out of southern Xinjiang. It’s sold, since you agreed to that marriage, you must have a good impression of that fairy, it’s only been a short month, why did you come back again?”

Wei Lan choked for a moment, not wanting to worry Wu Qi because of the smoky emotional history, so he blushed and acted coquettishly: "Grandpa, don't ask, just... just don't want to get along with that person. Speaking of which, I You haven't asked Grandpa yet, why did you wake up by yourself?"

He changed the topic very stiffly, but Wu Qi just looked at him deeply for a while, as if he understood something from the crying just now, he slightly shook his head, did not pursue the question, but continued following his question: " There is something wrong with the sacred tree. I, who was sleeping in the root system of the sacred tree, woke up when I sensed something was wrong. You came back just in time. Come with me to take a look at it. Before the mutation of the sacred tree has expanded, treat it as soon as possible. good it."

Wei Lan helped Wu Qi get up, and after hearing his words, she subconsciously asked, "Changes? What's wrong with the sacred tree?"

Although it is said that Wei Lan is the god son of the witch clan who serves the sacred tree, his relationship with Jianmu is more because Jianmu lent him strength, and his comfort to Jianmu is more symbolic than practical...

Only he who has experienced with Jianmu can understand how powerful this silent giant is. It is like the embodiment of the rules of heaven and earth, and it has maintained such a majestic posture for tens of thousands of years.

How could something go wrong with Jianmu like this?

In Wei Lan's eyes, the scenes he witnessed under the blood moon flashed again...

Should it be...?