Chen Qingling's Moon Falls to the Other Side

When Lan Xiyue woke up, it was already noon the next day. She was lying in the cave with a warm bonfire in front of her. The wound on her left shoulder had been bandaged, and next to her was Wei Wuxian who was meditating.

He was surrounded by black air, his brows were tightly frowned, and he seemed to be in some pain. Lan Xiyue gently wiped the sweat from his forehead, and couldn't help sighing deeply, you still... have cultivated a deceitful way!

It may be because of Wei Wuxian, there are no evil spirits in the cave or near the entrance of the cave. Lan Xiyue drew a spell around him to protect him, and then went out to look for food.

With three months to go, they had to be able to survive.

At noon, when the sun was at its peak, the evil spirits in the mass grave seemed to be hiding. Lan Xiyue searched all the way, but was not attacked.

The sky paid off. Lan Xiyue found wild fruits in the forest where not a single blade of grass grew. Although she didn't know what kind of fruit it was, she remembered that Wei Wuxian ate wild fruits when he retired to the mass graves on TV.

It should be edible, Lan Xiyue thought, picked enough food for two people, and then went to find the water source.

But when Lan Xiyue searched around and finally found the water source, she frowned, looked at the layer of thick black air floating on the water, and twitched the corners of her mouth, this...is it drinkable?

She stretched out her hand to test it, but she didn't feel anything, only felt a pain in her fingertips, something was swimming quickly in the water, blood flowed out and dripped into the water.

The moment the blood sank into the water, the black air on the water suddenly disappeared without a trace, and the bottomless water became spotless and crystal clear.

what's the situation?

Lan Xiyue's eyes fell on her fingertips, could it be... my blood?

She didn't have time to think too much, she washed the jar she picked up from the mass grave, and then filled it with clean water, but when she was about to leave, her black eyes lit up with an inexplicable light.

"There are fish..."

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At night again, Lan Xiyue sealed the entrance of the cave with a spell, and the bonfire lit up the whole cave. Wei Wuxian didn't finish his training until it was getting dark. At this moment, Lan Xiyue and Lan Xiyue were staring at the fish soup in the jar, with tangled faces.

"This... is it edible?" Lan Xiyue looked at the fragrant fish soup in the jar, and then at Wei Wuxian beside him.

"Hmm...it smells good." Wei Wuxian nodded, picked up the broken bowl that Lan Xiyue picked up beside him, poured out the fish soup, and took a sip, "It tastes good, wait a minute, if I'm fine, you Drink again."

Seeing Wei Wuxian's earnest expression, Lan Xiyue couldn't help feeling amused, poured out the fish soup and ate it, "Forget it, let's die together!"

"Oh, it's a pity, there is no Gusu Shengpin Emperor laughing!" Wei Wuxian said with a look of regret, making the two of them burst into laughter.

Time flowed slowly like this. In a month, Wei Wuxian spent most of his time practicing, and the rest of the time was spent fishing and picking fruits with Lan Xiyue, and during Lan Xiyue's training time, Wei Wuxian spent most of his time cultivating. Picking up rags everywhere, pots and pans, although a bit broken, but there is nothing missing, the small cave has been transformed by her like a small house.

And she also enjoys this life like living in a house. If Wei Wuxian is alone, she can imagine how terrible the dark days here are, but now seeing the smile on Wei Wuxian's face, she feels very sad. Satisfaction, although it failed to change the fate of being thrown into a mass grave, but at least now, Wei Wuxian will not feel hopeless, and there will be company and warmth.

Thinking of this, Lan Xiyue looked at Wei Wuxian who was practicing with his eyes closed, and the corners of his lips raised unconsciously.

"The fish is mushy," Wei Wuxian closed his eyes and said, Lan Xiyue suddenly thought of the grilled fish in his hand, and when he turned around, he saw circles of black smoke rising from the fish.

"You..." Lan Xiyue was about to speak, but was interrupted by the sound of a flute. Wei Wuxian, who was still practicing, immediately opened his eyes and protected Lan Xiyue behind him.

"Is this the sound of the flute?" Lan Xiyue asked, could it be Chen Qing?

"Be careful," Wei WuXian threw out a spell, crossed the barrier at the entrance of the cave, and lit up the place outside the entrance of the cave, but it was empty.

The sound of the flute seemed to be far away, Wei Wuxian got up, "I'll go and see!"

"I'll go too," Lan Xiyue held the talisman in one hand and the sword in the other, and followed Wei Wuxian out of the cave.

The sound of the flute gradually drifted away in one direction, neither far nor near, as if to lead them to a certain place.

Wei Wuxian illuminated the way with a spell, and tightly guarding Lan Xiyue behind him, followed the sound of the flute along the way.

It was strange that even though it was late at night, the road was surprisingly quiet, and not a single evil spirit appeared.

When the sound of the flute disappeared, they were already in a huge open space where not a single blade of grass grew, and in front of them, there was a crack that was as wide as one person.

The crack was bottomless, but an inexplicable force leaked out, and the Yin Tie Sword in Wei Wuxian's pocket began to be restless.

Wei Wuxian and Lan Xiyue glanced at each other, and stepped into the crack one after the other.

The crack didn't last very far, and the field of vision widened after only about ten meters away.

The place where they are at this time is a place similar to an altar, but what is different from before is that there is only a complicated magic circle on the open space, and the center of the magic circle is surrounded by a cloud of black air, and it is impossible to see clearly what is inside. content.

"Is this an altar again?" Lan Xiyue looked at the magic circle and asked suspiciously.

"No, this is the suppression circle." Wei Wuxian frowned, looking at the cloud of black air in the center, "There must be something suppressed here."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Yin Iron Sword in his arms flew out by itself, flew over the magic circle, and directly inserted into the center of the magic circle. The black energy surrounding it suddenly dissipated, revealing its true face.

Wei Wuxian frowned, because in the center of the magic circle, a pitch-black bamboo flute was floating. Although it was quiet and normal, even the Yin Tie Sword shrank its light in front of it, so its power was definitely higher than that of the Yin Tie Sword. superior.

But Lan Xiyue at the side secretly breathed a sigh of relief, because she knew that this was Chen Qing!

Just as Wei Wuxian was meditating, the originally quiet yin and iron sword suddenly attacked Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian was caught off guard and stretched out his hand to block it, but his finger was cut, blood spurted out, and fell onto the bamboo flute in the center of the magic circle. above, while Yin Tiejian returned to the bamboo flute and stood quietly.

The originally quiet bamboo flute spun up suddenly, as if breaking free from the shackles of the magic circle, circling around the magic circle, and finally stopped in front of Wei Wuxian, putting away its hostility, as if waiting for Wei Wuxian's acceptance.

"Uh, is this Yin Tiejian using your blood to make him recognize the master?" Lan Xiyue never thought that this is how the petition came about.

Hearing Lan Xiyue's words, Wei Wuxian stretched out his hand half-believingly, and sure enough, the moment he touched Wei Wuxian's finger, it stopped supporting him and let Wei Wuxian manipulate it.

The spirit weapon recognizes its owner, just like that, and Yin Tiejian also returned to Wei Wuxian's arms, sleeping peacefully.

"Boom...", the ground trembled suddenly, and in front of them, a small hole appeared in the originally empty stone wall.

Wei Wuxian and Lan Xiyue looked at each other, and walked in.