[Xiyao] How did you live a dream in the past

The coldness of the rainy night gradually dissipated in the bonfire lit in the cave, and Lan Xichen's consciousness gradually recovered as his body temperature gradually rose.

Opening his eyes, he surveyed his surroundings without any trace, and the guard in Lan Xichen's eyes gradually faded away.Under the reflection of the fire, those slightly deep eyes regained their warm luster.

He lowered his head inadvertently, only to realize that he had been taken care of and his clothes hadn't been touched, but at least he didn't look so embarrassed.

Laughing at himself, he suddenly thought that if his uncle saw him like this, he would be so angry that his beard would fall off.

"Zewu-jun, you, are you okay?" Meng Yao sat on the other side of the flame, her eyes were full of concern.

Lan Xichen saluted Meng Yao earnestly, which made the simple cave seem a bit more elegant.

Regardless of whether this person has any purpose or not, he has indeed helped him at this moment. The Lan family's upbringing has always been clear about grievances and grievances, and the etiquette is thoughtful, so that people can't find any faults.

Seeing Lan Xichen's serious expression, Meng Yao was a little flattered and unnatural, she smiled at Lan Xichen pleasingly, and said, "My name is Meng Yao, and I live near here. Don't worry, Mr. Zewu, the location of this cave It's a secret, the Wen family will never find out... Sigh, now that the Wen family is rampant, everyone in the Taoist sect is in danger, and there are not many who can speak fair words..."

"The Wen family has no way, but the righteousness of the world still exists, they will not be rampant for too long." Thinking of the tragic situation of the Lan family, Lan Xichen's jade-like pupils were also stained with a bit of sadness, and the whole person seemed silent stand up.

Meng Yao originally wanted to distract Lan Xichen's attention before mentioning Wen's family, but seeing that man looked sad, her chest seemed to be blocked by something, like a piece of beautiful jade that she liked very much, covered with a layer The dust that cannot be shaken off makes people sigh.

"Well, Mr. Zewu, one of the spiritual pouches you brought was damaged, and some books fell out, so I tidied it up on my own."

Hearing what Meng Yao said, Lan Xichen noticed a pile of neatly arranged books and a damaged spirit pouch beside him.It was the spiritual pouch of the last monk who died at the hands of the Wen family.

"Thank you."

Lan Xichen breathed a sigh of relief, these precious collections were preserved by the Lan family with all their lives, he must not destroy one, otherwise he would not even be able to forgive himself.

Just as he was about to put away these books, Lan Xichen noticed that the one on top seemed to have been flipped through.

Seeing Lan Xichen's expression, Meng Yao immediately explained, "I saw that those were not top-secret books, so I flipped through them curiously."

Speaking so frankly will not make people suspicious, and Mr. Zewu, who also loves reading, will not be displeased.

Feeling that Meng Yao might be a little nervous, Lan Xichen smiled gently at him and said, "The reason why my Lan family protects the classics is to let the world enjoy the value of these words. A blessing."

Putting away the other books, Lan Xichen took the "History of String Killing War", walked over and handed it to Meng Yao.

The slender and fair fingers, under the rendering of the fire, exuded a comfortable warmth, and matched with the simple paper pages, it was really beautiful.

Meng Yao took the book, and at that moment, the fingers of the two were very close, giving people an illusion of intimacy.

"I didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Meng would be interested in Patriarch Lan Yi." Judging from the impression Meng Yao gave Lan Xichen, he should be a very easy-going person, but he is different from Lan Yi's fierce and fierce temperament.

"Even though people in the world have mixed opinions on Patriarch Lanyi, she has left a strong mark in the history of Taoism. She really deserves to be called Gusu Lanjia..." Meng Yao's eyes were full of embarrassment. appreciation.

"Well, apart from the ancestor who founded the Lan family, what I admire the most is the head of the Lan Yi family. As a daughter, she can accomplish many things that a man can't do..."

They have the same thoughts and many opinions are surprisingly the same, so they quickly became acquainted.

It was late at night and the rain was cool, but this small cave with soft firelight and pleasant conversation did not appear to be half lonely.

The vortex of memories gradually subsided, and the candles in the Library Pavilion flicked violently a few more times.

Lan Xichen slowly put the book in his hand back to its original seat, with a particularly bitter smile on his lips.

It turned out that from the first meeting, Ayao was different from him?

Can I trust you?

He believed it, but why in the end, he was able to strike and insert the sword into A Yao's heart?

How could he do it...

That's Ah Yao...

If the final outcome is disappointment, then would the initial encounter be a mistake?

Ayao, what do you think...

If all this had never happened before...

As soon as this thought flashed across his mind, Lan Xichen felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

How can it be, it has never happened before!