Chen Qingling's Moon Falls to the Other Side

It took only one day for Wei Wuxian to wash Qiongqidao with blood and rescue the remnants of the Wen family, and it was widely spread, and everyone in the Xianmen family knew it.

And Wei Wuxian, at the same time, became the public enemy of the Immortal Family, everyone scolded him, his face was beyond recognition!

The Hundred Flowers Banquet also became Wei Wuxian's crusade feast. After a while of crusade, Jin Zixun was walking out of the banquet hall with a proud face, chatting with the heads of other aristocratic families and leaving.

"I said that Wei Wuxian is arrogant and arrogant. Look at him last time in the hall, he was so arrogant, he thought that no one could do anything to him, but now, there is no one in the world of immortals. The shelter is really..."

"Jin Zixun!"

The yell interrupted Jin Zixun's words, and when he turned his head, he saw Lan Zhan standing not far away, looking straight at him.

He looked at Lan Zhan with a little impatience in his eyes, "What's the matter? Hanguang-jun!"

Lan Zhan didn't say much, and with a wave of his sleeves, the qin appeared in front of him. He looked at Jin Zixun coldly, and quickly stroked the strings with his five fingers.

"Ah!" With a scream, Jin Zixun's body flew out like a kite with a broken string, and smashed straight into the guest room on one side.

The surrounding Jin disciples were all blown away before their swords were pulled out.

Everyone in the same group froze in place, looking at each other in blank dismay.

As soon as Lan Zhan put away the Changqin, he strode into the room, and Jin Zixun kicked him flying just as he stood up.

Blood spurted out, Jin Zixun managed to stand up, looked at Lan Zhan, and shouted angrily, "Lan Zhan, are you crazy?"

"Bang..." Another kick!

At this moment, the door of the guest room was already full of people, but after all, the other party was Hanguang-jun, and it was not good for them to intervene, so they had to whisper advice from the sidelines!

"Hanguang-jun, what happened?"

"Speak well"

"That's right, speak up if you have something to say!"

Everyone's persuasion did not stop Lan Zhan. After kicking him four or five times, he stopped and looked at Jin Zixun coldly, "Do you know your mistake?"

"Lan Zhan, who do you think you are? You... ah", his body was blown away again, Jin Zixun lay on the ground for a long time before recovering.

"Wangji?" A voice rang out, Lan Xichen came in from the door and walked to Lan Zhan's side, "What happened?"

Before Lan Zhan could speak, Jin Zixun climbed up from the ground, cursed and spoke first, "Sovereign Lan, you really have a good brother, you..."

With a flash of sword light, Jin Zixun's words stopped abruptly, looking at Bichen in Lan Zhan's hands, his eyes were full of fear.

Lan Xichen took a deep look at Lan Zhan, "Be careful!"

Then he turned around and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him, looking at the crowd, "It's okay, it's just a discussion!!"

As soon as the words came out, everyone also had a look of understanding, showing embarrassment, whether to leave or stay!

No one knew what happened in the room, but the room was full of screams and bumps for the entire time of burning incense, and when Jin Zixun was carried out again, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, his body was covered in blood, it was too horrible to look at.

And Lan Xichen had reported the whole story to Sect Master Jin early on, the Jin family was wronged first, and Jin Zixun was only a relative of the outer clan, so there was no need to offend the Lan family for him, so not only did Sect Master Jin not blame Lan Zhan, but instead Jin Zixun was also fined to kneel in the ancestral hall for half a month, which can be regarded as an explanation.

Poor Jin Zixun was thrown into the ancestral hall to kneel as soon as the wounds on his body were treated. He was full of resentment and had nowhere to express, so he could only stare at the ancestral tablet.

"It's been a bad luck for eight lifetimes. If I met the protector of the Lan family, it would hurt your little girl. What's so great about it? It's worth it for you? I really don't know what to do." He rubbed his painful arm and looked around. No one was there, sitting cross-legged on the futon, and continued to curse!

"My Jin family is now the first of the hundred families of Xianmen. They dare to be so presumptuous. I don't think they will be the first to take all of you together in the future!"

He looked up, looked at the dozens of memorial tablets in front of him, and sighed, "Tell me about you, each of you is receiving incense, why don't you know how to help your descendants and grandchildren me? Wish me to improve my skills, so I don't have to worry about it." No matter how afraid of that Lan Zhan, alas... you don't understand what ancestors are, they are just pieces of wood."

As soon as the words fell, the originally quiet tablets fell down one after another.

Jin Zixun was so frightened that he shuddered, quickly knelt down, and kowtowed his head, "Ancestor, please forgive me, it's my grandson who has spoken freely, please forgive me, please forgive me!"

"Squeak..." The window opened, a gust of wind blew up, and all the lights in the room were suddenly extinguished. Jin Zixun's body froze, and he froze in place, his eyes staring around in horror, not daring to move.

There was the sound of a flute, gusts of wind, and a voice slowly sounded from the darkness, "Jin Zixun, do you still remember me?"

A figure suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, that person's face was pale and covered in blood, it was the person who died under his hands before.

"Jin Zixun, give me back my life", another figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Jin Zixun, I'm in pain"

"Jin Zixun, it's so cold here, come and accompany me."

……

Countless voices sounded, countless figures appeared, they wailed, they screamed, seeing the people who died in his hands appearing in front of him one by one, Jin Zixun couldn't bear it anymore.

"Ah... go away... help me"

There were screams like killing a pig, and Jin Zixun's figure rushed out of the ancestral hall quickly, howling while running, with disheveled hair, disheveled clothes, and a terrified mess!

"This is Young Master Jin?"

"what happened to him?"

"No, go crazy!"

Everyone was discussing, but no one saw a black figure walking away in the corner not far away, twirling the bamboo flute with slender fingers, the bright red tassels dangling under the light, and finally disappeared together with the smile on his lips in the dark.

On the other side, Lan Xiyue was sitting on the stone bed, looking at Wen Qing who was changing her dressing, with a hesitant expression, "Warm Qing, can my face recover?"

Looking at it tenderly, you can see the deep scars on the bones, and frown tightly, "I will try my best!"

Listening to her words, Lan Xiyue also understood what she meant, feeling a little sad in her heart, although she didn't care about looks, she also knew that Wei Wuxian wouldn't mind, but she always felt that only the best could be worthy of him!

"Xiyue, your injury was actually treated by someone before we went."

"Someone helped me treat my wound?" Lan Xiyue looked puzzled, because she didn't feel anything at all.

"That's weird. That person doesn't seem to want people to know, so he only stopped the bleeding when treating the wound, and didn't use medicine. Most people can't find it at all!"

"That's it"

Lan Xiyue frowned, feeling that things were getting weirder and weirder now, Luoyue, the man in black, the altar, her own blood, everything was off track, and things that didn't appear in these plots seemed to be related to I have some inexplicable connections!

And behind this, there seems to be a big net that secretly controls everything.

Could it be that all this was caused by his time travel?

Or, because the world here has changed, it led to my time travel?