[Chen Qingling] I don't know why

Before that, Wen Miaomiao really felt that her swordsmanship was worth showing off, but she didn't expect that it was just Lan Zhan who took care of her. Coupled with the fact that there were so many people on the other side, Wen Miaomiao was a little overwhelmed.

The man who captured her was very ruthless, as if he wanted to kill her immediately.

Wen Miaomiao couldn't move, "Hey! You can't be so stingy, what kind of enmity do we have, please come climb the mountain early in the morning to arrest me."

"Shut up!" Jin Zixun said to Wang Lingjiao: "Wei Wuxian is not easy to deal with, I think it's better to tie her back to Jinling Tower first, and then let Wei Wuxian exchange Yintie."

Wang Lingjiao said: "Don't worry, let me teach her a lesson first." She approached with a red-hot soldering iron, "Your face is so pretty, no wonder Wei Wuxian likes you so much, and Lan Wangji is always there Guarding in this mountain, I think if you look ugly, would they still want to see you?"

This is about to come true, Wen Miaomiao was terrified in her heart, she closed her eyes in fear, "Ahhh! Help!"

Then, she was pushed away by someone, and the sound of scorching skin and flesh instantly rang out in her ears. When Wen Miaomiao opened her eyes, Wei Wuxian was standing in front of her, and the red iron hit his heart. The heat steamed out.

Wei Wuxian endured the pain, and kicked Wang Lingjiao away, "Miaomiao, are you okay?"

"I..." Seeing the scorched marks on Wei Wuxian's heart, Wen Miaomiao's heart throbbed, she couldn't speak, but felt a burning anger rushing straight to her internal organs, stirring up her to kill.

Opening her eyes again, it was obvious that Wen Miaomiao was full of anger. She stretched out her hand, casually flew into it, and dealt with the attendants in front of Wang Lingjiao with a few moves, pointing her sword at her.

"You...what do you want to do! Jin Zixun come and save me soon!"

Jin Zixun held the sword and didn't dare to move rashly. He knew that he was definitely not Wei Wuxian's opponent, so he didn't dare to provoke Wen Miaomiao at this time.

"Love your face so much, don't go out, you hurt my husband first, don't blame me." Wen Miaomiao took up the sword, and scraped Wang Lingjiao's face with a few strokes, bleeding drenched.

"Ah!!! My face!! Come on, come on! Come on, come on!"

Jin Zixun took a few steps back, but he didn't dare to leave. Not being able to take Wang Lingjiao away, and not being able to get Yin Tie, are capital crimes. He thought of Jin Guangshan's eerie face after losing all his martial arts, so he had to fight it out.

Jin Zixun stabbed Wei Wuxian straight with his sword, and found that the opponent's breathing was out of order, coupled with the scar from the ironing iron, he was very weak at this moment, he quickly shot, surrounded him by people, grabbed him and left with the sword.

Wen Miaomiao grabbed Wang Lingjiao and chased after her, but she was not good at controlling the sword, and she had another one with her, so she could only watch the people in front of her get further and further away. Wen Miaomiao grabbed Wang Lingjiao's neck, "If you want to live, you must Point the way!"

Jin Zixun and his party took Wei Wuxian to fly over the mass grave, the place below was extremely gloomy, and the cold wind poured in from bottom to top.

Jin Zixun panicked, "I caught everything! Hurry up!"

"Mr. Jin is really in a hurry. Looking at you, it seems that you are not doing well in Jin's."

"Don't talk nonsense! When you get to Lanling, let's see how long you can be arrogant!"

The cold wind was getting stronger and stronger, blowing the group of people unsteadily. In the thin fog, a sword flew out, circled around the crowd, and then came straight towards Wei Wuxian. The thick black The fog surrounded him, pulled him out of the crowd, and fell into the boundless abyss...

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Wen Miaomiao dragged Wang Lingjiao to stand under the Jinling stage. She had no memory, didn't know how big the Jin family was, how many disciples it had, and whether it was fierce or not. She just felt stabbed in her heart. Wei Wuxian had to be found, and he had to be brought home. .

I can't tell why, but she seems to be unable to bear any loss anymore.

After a while, many disciples surrounded him with swords.Wen Miaomiao put the sword on Wang Lingjiao's neck, "Bring me to your suzerain, or I will kill her."

Jin Guangshan stood on the Jinling Terrace with a contemptuous and wasteful expression, "Disfigured? Then kill him!"

At this time, Jin Zixun rushed over to whisper to Jin Guangshan, Jin Guangshan was furious: "Wei Wuxian is dead? How did you do it!" After speaking, he kicked Jin Zixun off the Jinling Terrace, and his face became crazy. "Trash! They're all trash! Without Yin Tie, how can I get my skills back! What's the use of me, the Immortal Governor!"

Jin Zixun rolled down the steps, then quickly got up and knelt down, Wen Miaomiao's mind buzzed in disbelief, "You...killed him?"

Jin Zixun suddenly shouted: "Xian Du, grab her quickly, Wei Wuxian is dead, she might know the whereabouts of Yin Tie!"

"Then let's stop talking nonsense!" Wen Miaomiao didn't hesitate, and wiped Wang Lingjiao's neck with a sword, blood spattered everywhere, everyone was stunned.

Holding the bleeding sword, Wen Miaomiao walked towards Jin Zixun, other disciples hurriedly surrounded her, her target was Jin Zixun, she didn't care about others.

Jin Zixun kept backing away: "You...don't come here, this is the Lanling Jin Sect, and the Immortal Governor, how can you be allowed to act wildly."

Wen Miaomiao: "It's ridiculous, what is the Lanling Jin family? What is the Xiandu? I only know that killing people will pay for their lives!" Her arms, back, and legs were covered with scars, and another sword scratched her. The wrist lost its strength, and the sword flew out.

But it doesn't matter, Wen Miaomiao didn't summon the sword, jumped to the side of Jin Zixun, picked up the dagger on the ground, inserted it into his neck without hesitation, then pulled it out with his hand, the blood spurted out and flowed all the way to the feet of those disciples , so scared that everyone dared not go forward.

"It's the other way around, where's Chang Ping? Where's Su She? Arrest her!"

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Jinling Terrace was destined to be restless tonight, and before an hour had passed, Lan Wangji came with a sword in hand.

Some disciples hurriedly came out to salute, but he was expressionless, "Where's the person?"

That disciple didn't dare to answer rashly, so he had to say cautiously: "If Lord Hanguang has something to do, why don't you come back tomorrow, the Immortal Governor has already rested."

Lan Wangji drew his sword and pointed it at his neck, "Where are you?"

"In...the dungeon in the backyard..."

He put down his sword, did not put it away, and walked up to Jinling Terrace step by step. Wave after wave of disciples surrounded him, and someone shouted, "Hurry up and stop him!"

Lan Wangji's every move was merciless, fast and ruthless, and people kept getting injured and backed away.Su She rushed over, raised his sword and said, "What a Gusu Lan family, who broke into Jinling Terrace at night to hurt people, is this the way of a nobleman?"

Lan Wangji turned his face to look at him, and suddenly drew out his sword, holding a few sword flowers in his arms to force everyone back, and grabbed Su She's front with one hand, and pushed him against the wall. Although it was too late for Su She to draw out the sword, he still scratched Lan Wangji's arm,

But Lan Wangji didn't care, and said in a deep voice, "Take me to the dungeon, or I'll kill you."

Su She knew best how Lan Wangji spoke and behaved, and couldn't help shivering.

In the dungeon, Lan Wangji saw Wen Miaomiao, but it was only for an hour. Her body was covered with welts, and she lay on the ground trembling slightly.

He knelt down and picked him up, his snow-white robe was immediately stained with dark blood, Lan Wangji asked softly, "Miao Miao? How are you?"

Wen Miaomiao opened her eyes slightly, her consciousness lost, "Lan Zhan..." With just this sound, she passed out.

Lan Wangji was restless, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, picked him up, and every step he took, there were Jin disciples surrounding him.

The Jinling Terrace was covered with archers, Su She said, "You know she killed Jin Zixun and Wang Lingjiao, the Immortal Governor didn't..."

Lan Wangji's eyes were blazing, "So what!" He put him down on his chest, held Bichen in one hand, and stretched out his sword with all his strength.The sword flew straight down from the Jinling Terrace like a bow from the string, and nailed the man holding the bow to death under the banner of the Jin family.

"If you stop me, it's like this person." After finishing speaking, she continued to hug Wen Miaomiao and walked down from the Jinling platform step by step.

No one dared to step forward, Lan Wangji walked down the last step, pulled out his sword, and the blood stained the ground, as if the Jin's flag was stuck on the blood.

"Tell Xiandu, man, I brought it back to Yunshen I don't know where."

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Wen Miaomiao soaked in the cold spring, the body was soaked by the spring water and the pain was relieved, Lan Wangji leaned her head on his shoulder, pressed her back with his palm, and slowly sent the internal force in.

Lan Xichen waited in front of the quiet room with his hands behind his back.

"Wangji, did she kill Jin Zixun?"

"Yes."

Lan Xichen sighed, without changing his expression, still calm and modest, "Let's go, uncle and all the elders are waiting in the orchid room."

However, Lan Wangji didn't go in either, and knelt in front of Lan's room with his hands up, waiting for punishment.

Lan Qiren came out with a stern expression, "You still know you're coming back?! When you untied the Yin iron seal, did you ever think that Yun Shen would be where he is today?!"

Lan Wangji raised the ruler higher, Lan Qiren glanced at the elders, and summoned the disciples beside him, "What are you doing in a daze! Hit me!"

The ruler fell on Lan Wangji's back, and Lan Qiren continued to say angrily, "Where were you when Yunshen was rebuilding?! Hit me harder!"

This time there was no Wen Miaomiao around, and the ruler became heavier every time.

The elders didn't say a word, Lan Qiren couldn't bear it but had to continue, "But you broke into Jinling Terrace last night and rescued Wen Miaomiao!"

"Yes."

Now Ken answered, but Lan Qiren only hoped that he could say less, and continued to ask: "She killed the Jin family."

"Don't they deserve to die?"

"You!" Lan Qiren pointed at him, "Do you know that these people will be dealt with in a few days, if you act so rashly, where will you put other aristocratic families?"

The ruler still fell heavily, Lan Wangji didn't even bend his waist, "Since it's been done, Wangji has nothing to say."

He was angry in his heart, how the Wen family was destroyed, how Yin Tie fell into Wei Wuxian's hands again, why Jin Guangshan's martial arts were completely abolished, and how had those aristocratic families ever seen it with their own eyes?Is it more appropriate to sit down and discuss how to deal with the members of the Kim family?

Really funny!

After the three hundred rulers were finished, Lan Wangji's back was bright red and there was blood at the corner of his mouth. He stood up little by little, and saluted the elders, "If there is nothing else, Wangji will leave first."

The elders looked bad, but they couldn't say anything.

Lan Qiren winked at Lan Xichen, turned around and entered the room.

Wen Miaomiao lost the Yin iron, no longer absorbing some Yin Qi, and soon she was able to live like a dragon and a tiger. She was lying on the couch with a pale complexion and her brows were tightly wrinkled.

Lan Wangji sat down to check her pulse, feeling extremely weak, he leaned over and picked her up.

When I went out, I ran into Lan Xichen who was waiting outside, "Wangji, your injury..."

"Brother, she hasn't woken up yet, I have to go to the cold spring again."

The people had already walked away, Lan Xichen held the medicine in his hand, opened the door and went in, put it on the table, turned and left.