This little boy had a little cinnabar between his eyebrows. He was handsome and a little mean. He was very young, about the same as Lan SiZhui. He was still a half-year-old child. The embroidery on the clothes is incoherent, and it forms an extraordinary white peony on the chest, and the golden thread shines in the night.

Wei WuXian secretly sighed, "Rich!"—this must be some young son of the Lanling Jin Sect. Only in his family, the white peony is used as the family crest, which compares itself with the country's color, and is the king of flowers and advertises himself as the king of immortals.

This little boy was originally a bow yùshe, but he saw that the immortal-binding net was trapped by people. After being disappointed, he suddenly turned into impatience: "Every time it is you idiots. There are more than 400 immortal-binding nets in this mountain. Soul shòu hasn't been caught yet, and has already smashed a dozen of you people!"

Wei Wuxian was still thinking, "Rich!"

A piece of immortal binding net is already very valuable, and he actually posted more than 400 pieces in one breath, and a slightly smaller family must spend a lot of money. But the immortality-binding net is abused like this, and it is caught indiscriminately. Where is it catching the soul-eating shòu, it is clearly chasing people, and not letting others have a chance to get a piece of the pie. It seemed that the cultivators who had withdrawn before were not because of the evil spirits, but because the sons of famous families were difficult to deal with.

After a few days of walking along the way, Wei Wuxian also heard a lot about the ups and downs of the cultivation world over the years. As the final winner of the century-old Xianmen melee, the Lanling Jin clan commanded and led the family, and even the head of the family was honored as the "Xiandu". The family style of the Jin family was originally arrogant, and they liked the style of luxury and splendor. Over the years, the family has been arrogant and prosperous, and even the children of the clan have run rampant. Such a small rural household can't be bothered by a hundred people, so although the young man's words were mean and the faces of the people who were hung in the net blushed, he didn't dare to scold him back. The middle-aged man said in a low voice, "Young master, please make it easy and let us down."

This young man was restless and didn't show up for a long time, and he just threw his anger on these country bumpkins, clasped his hands and said, "You guys hang here, so you don't have to walk around and get in my way! Wait for me! I caught the soul-eating shòu, I will let you down after I remember you."

They were really hung on a tree like this all night, and if they happened to meet that thing swimming in Dafan Mountain, they couldn't move, but they could only be sucked in their souls. The round-faced girl who handed Wei Wuxian the apple was frightened and cried.

Wei Wuxian was sitting cross-legged on the back of the donkey, but when the donkey heard the cry, his long ears twitched and he suddenly jumped out.

After jumping out, there was a long cry. If it weren't for the unpleasant cry, this unstoppable heroic force would be believed by some people who said that it was a horse of thousands of miles. Wei Wuxian was caught off guard by it being knocked off his back, and he nearly fell to his head and bleeds blood. Hua Donkey rushed towards the boy with his big head, as if he firmly believed that he could fly him with his head. The young man was still holding the arrow, just as he was pulling the bow towards it, Wei WuXian didn't want to find a new mount so quickly, so he hurriedly pulled its reins. The young man looked at him, but suddenly showed a look of astonishment, and immediately turned to disdain, pouting: "So it's you."

In this tone, two points of surprise and eight points of disgust, Wei Wuxian blinked. The boy said again: "Why, you went crazy after being driven back to your hometown? Painted like this, the Mo family dares to let you out to see people!"

He seems to have heard something amazing?!

Could it be—Wei Wuxian slapped his thigh.

Could it be that Mo Xuanyu's father is not the owner of some small sect, but Jin Guangshan?!

Jin Guangshan, the head of the Lanling Jin family in the previous generation, has long since passed away. This person can be said to be indescribable. He has a powerful wife with a prominent family background. He is afraid of being famous in the world, but he is afraid of returning to fear. Women still have to do it right, from the famous family Jiayuan to the rural jìzi, who can eat No matter how powerful Mrs. Jin is, she can't follow him for twelve hours a day. The current head of the Jin family is his illegitimate son when he went out for romance in his early years. Although only one was recognized, he secretly gave birth outside, and one hand could never count!

When the mass graves were encircled and suppressed, apart from Jiang Cheng, the second part was even Jin Guangshan's great contribution. Now Wei Wuxian has been sacrificed by his illegitimate son. don't know what it is, the father's debt to the son? Compensation?

Thinking of the forbidden art of offering sacrifices in the Mo family village and the scuffle, Wei Wuxian thought to himself, I'm afraid he's still going to cause trouble for him!

Seeing him in a daze, the young man hated in his heart, and said, "Why don't you get out of here! It's disgusting enough to see you. You die."

In terms of seniority, Mo Xuanyu might be an elder like this young uncle! To be so ashamed by a junior, Wei Wuxian felt that even if it wasn't for himself, it would be for Mo Xuanyu's body. Ashamed, he went back and said, "It's true that a mother is born without a mother."

Hearing this sentence, a flame of bào anger flashed away in the young man's eyes. He pulled out the long sword on his back, and said: "What did you—what?"

The golden body of the sword is very golden, and it is a rare high-grade sword. Many families have worked hard in their entire lives and have never been able to touch this kind of sword. Wei Wuxian thought, being born in a famous family is born superior!

He turned a small cloth bag in his hand. This is a "locking spirit sack" that he picked up a few scraps the day before yesterday. The young man slashed at him with a sword, and he took out a small piece of paper cut into a human shape from the lock spirit bag, avoided it, and slapped the opponent on the back with a backhand.

The young man's movements were already very fast, but Wei Wuxian's slap on the back of the talisman was much more difficult, and his hands and feet were faster. The young man only felt that his vest was numb and his back sank, and he fell to the ground involuntarily.

Naturally, he couldn't get up, and a gluttonous soul was lying on his back, pressing him so hard that he couldn't breathe. Although the kid is weak, it is not a problem to deal with such a furry child. Wei Wuxian picked up his sword and weighed it. Although the sword was good, it still didn't recognize the master. Anyone could use it. With one wave, the immortal-binding net above was cut off, and the family hurriedly fled without saying a word. The round-faced girl seemed to want to thank her, but was pulled away by her elders. For fear of saying a few more words, this Young Master Jin will hate him even more.

The young man on the ground said angrily: "Mo Xuanyu! Immediately remove your ghost trick! You can't follow this evil way if you cultivate with low spiritual power, be careful of me!"

Wei WuXian held his heart in sincerity and said, "Ah! I'm so scared!"

Although his cultivation method has been criticized by others, it will damage the body of the practitioner for a long time, but it has a quick effect and is not limited by spiritual power and talent, so it is very tempting. There is never a shortage of learners. This boy Bento Mo Xuanyu went the wrong way after being kicked out of the Lanling Jin Sect. This suspicion was reasonable, and it also saved Wei Wuxian a lot of unnecessary trouble.

The young man put his hands on the ground, tried several times but couldn't get up, his face flushed red, and he gritted his teeth: "If you don't withdraw, I'll tell my uncle, you wait to die!"

Wei WuXian asked curiously, "Why is it uncle and not father? Who is your uncle?"

A voice suddenly sounded behind him, three-point coldness and seven-point coldness:

"His uncle is me, do you have any last words?"

As soon as he heard this voice, Wei Wuxian's whole body seemed to have blood rushed to his head, and then it faded to a clean slate. Fortunately, his face was originally a mass of pale white, and there was nothing unusual about it.

A young man in purple came strolling, with arrow sleeves and light robes, his hand was on the hilt of the saber, and a silver bell hung from his waist, but he could not hear the bell ringing when he walked.

This young man has slender eyebrows and apricot eyes, his appearance is a kind of sharp and handsome, his eyes are blazing, and there is a faint attack, and he looks at people like two cold electricity. Walking ten steps away from Wei Wuxian, he stopped and stood still, his expression like an arrow on a string, ready to go, and even his posture showed an air of arrogance.

He frowned and said, "Jin Ling, why did it take you so long, do you want me to come and invite you back? It's so ugly, and you still don't get up!"

After the initial numbness in his mind passed, Wei WuXian quickly returned to his soul, hooked his fingers in his sleeves, and withdrew the paper figurine. Jin Ling felt a slack on his back, and immediately grabbed his sword and got up, dodged to Jiang Cheng, pointed at Wei Wuxian and cursed, "I'm going to break your leg!"

Standing together with Jin Ling, he could vaguely see two or three similarities in their brows, rather like a pair of brothers. Jiang Cheng moved his finger, and the piece of paper suddenly slipped out of Wei Wuxian's finger and flew into his hand.

He glanced at it, there was a burst of anger in his eyes, and with force between his fingers, the piece of paper burst into flames, and burned to ashes in the screams of Yin Ling.

Jiang Cheng said: "Break his leg? Didn't I tell you that when you meet this kind of evil demon, you will directly kill the dog that feeds you!"

Wei Wuxian didn't even care to lead the donkey, so he flew back. He thought that after so many years, no matter how much Jiang Cheng hated him, it should be gone. Unexpectedly, how can it be so cheap, not only does it not dissipate, but it becomes thicker and thicker as it ages, and now it has turned its anger on all those who imitate his cultivation!

Someone was behind him, and Jin Ling's sword was even more fierce this time. Wei Wuxian stuck his two fingers into the lock sac, waiting to make a move. A blue sword light swept out like lightning, collided with Jin Ling's sword, and the golden light of this high-grade fairy sword was instantly disintegrated.

Wei WuXian had calculated the timing, but he didn't want to be disturbed by this blue sword light, so he stumbled and threw himself to the ground. Just before a pair of snow-white boots.

Just as the blue sword glow was retracted, a scabbard sound came from overhead. At the same time, Jiang Cheng's voice came from a distance: "Who am I? It turned out to be Second Young Master Lan."

The pair of white boots bypassed Wei Wuxian, and took three steps forward without any hesitation.

Wei Wuxian stood up.

The person who came was covered in frosty moonlight and carried a guqin on his back. The qin body is narrower than ordinary guqin, the whole body is black, and the wood color is soft. When passing him by, Wei Wuxian and he looked at each other for a split second, intentionally or unintentionally.

This man wore a cloud pattern and wiped his forehead. The color of his eyes is very light, like glaze, which makes his eyes look too indifferent. His expression was still solemn. It was almost rigid, even if he saw Wei Wuxian's ridiculous face with heavy make-up, there was no turbulence.

From head to toe, it is spotless and meticulous, and there is no trace of inappropriate disrespect.

Even so, Wei Wuxian still thought of four big words:

"Pie Ma and filial piety!"

Really wearing a linen and filial piety. Ren Xiuzhenjie praised Lan Wangji's school uniform as the most beautiful school uniform recognized by various schools, and praised Lan Wangji as a beautiful man who is unparalleled in the world and once in a century, but he couldn't bear his face like death. The bitterness of his wife is deep.

The fleeting years are unfavorable, and the enemy's road is narrow. Blessings are unparalleled, and misfortunes do not come singly. Two at a time!

Lan Wangji didn't say a word, didn't look sideways, and stood quietly opposite Jiang Cheng. Jiang Cheng is already considered a handsome man who is rare to stand out, but standing face to face with him is actually a bit inferior and a bit impetuous.

Jiang Cheng said, "Why did Hanguang-jun come to this deep mountain and old forest today?"

Lan Wangji followed behind a group of juniors from his family. Lan Jingyi was outspoken and hurriedly asked, "Isn't Sect Master Jiang here too?"

Jiang Cheng said coldly, "The elders speak because of your scorn? The Gusu Lan Clan claims to be the family of the immortals, but it turns out that this is the kind of clan's children."

Lan Wangji didn't seem to want to talk to him, so he glanced at Lan SiZhui, the latter understood, then let the junior talk to the junior, get out of the queue, and said to Jin Ling, "Master Jin, Yehun has always been a fair competition between the families, but Jin Young Master cast a net on Dafan Mountain, making it difficult for the monks of other families to walk, lest they fall into a trap, wouldn't it have violated the rules of night hunting?"

Jin Ling's cold expression was carved in the same mold as his uncle: "They are stupid and stepped on the trap. What can I do? Just catch the soul-eating shòu, how can I control so much."

Really typical Kim family.

Lan Wangji frowned. Jin Ling was about to speak, but suddenly found that he couldn't speak, and his throat couldn't make a sound, and he was shocked. Jiang Cheng saw that Jin Ling's upper and lower lips were glued together and couldn't be separated, his face was filled with anger, and the reluctant etiquette he had used before was no longer needed: "Lan! What do you mean! Jin Ling It's not your turn to discipline, untie it for me!"

This forbidden speech technique is used by the Lan family to punish the children of the clan who make mistakes. Wei Wuxian has suffered a lot from this little trick. Although it is not a complicated and profound magic, the non-Lan family can't solve it. If you want to speak, your upper and lower lips are torn to bleed, or your voice is hoarse for several days, you must shut up and be quiet and introspective until the punishment time is over. Lan SiZhui said, "Sect Master Jiang doesn't need to get angry, as long as he doesn't practice shattering techniques, a stick of incense will automatically undo it."

Before Jiang Cheng opened his mouth, a man in purple in Jiang's uniform rushed into the forest and shouted, "Sir! Sir!" Goodbye Lan Wangji stood here with a hesitant expression on his face. Jiang Cheng sneered, "Is there any bad news to report to me?"

The subordinate whispered: "Not long ago, a blue flying sword destroyed the immortal-binding net you arranged."

Jiang Cheng said, "How many are broken?"

"……all……"

Over four hundred!

Jiang Cheng was furiously annoyed.

I really didn't expect this trip to be so unlucky. He originally came to help Jin Ling, but this year, Jin Ling is sixteen years old, and it is time to make his debut and compete with the younger generations of other families. Jiang Cheng carefully selected this place for him, casting a net around and intimidating other cultivators, making them unable to do anything and retreating in spite of difficulties, in order to make Jin Ling come out on top, so that others could not snatch him. More than 400 immortal binding nets, although the price is near sky, it is nothing to the Yunmeng Jiang Sect. But the net damage is small, but the shame is big! When Lan Wangji acted like this, Jiang Cheng only felt a bad breath swirl in his heart, rising higher and higher. He squinted his eyes, and his left hand rubbed the ring of the index finger of his right hand, intentionally or unintentionally.

This is a dangerous move.

Everyone in the cultivation world knows that the ring is a terribly powerful magic weapon. Once the head of the Jiang family starts to touch it, he has the intention to kill.

The author has something to say: I have a lot of people waiting to be molested. Jiang Zi, everyone can keep it up, and I'll shout out in the synopsis.

This Wen Nie has a detailed outline, and the relationship between the characters and events that everyone asks will be explained clearly. Still have to say, it's not the same as the scumbag. I want to exercise some aspects through it, maybe try some strange writing. If you are patient, you can take it slow with me. You can also wait until it's over before deciding whether to watch it~

In a word, I would like to thank every reader who has supported me. Without you, I would not be able to write freely like this. I love you all~

Piece is too late to wash his face today, and he will do it tomorrow.

☆、Pride third 3

It didn't take a moment for Jiang Cheng to restrain Si Si's hostility.

Although he was unhappy, as the master of a sect, he also had more considerations, and he couldn't be as impulsive as a kid like Jin Ling.

Since the decline of the Qinghe Nie Clan, the three major clans in the cultivation world are now standing apart. The Jin and Lan families were very close to each other due to the fact that the owner of the family was very private. He independently controlled the Yunmeng Jiang Clan, and could be said to be in an isolated state among the three families. Although Lan Zhan is not the head of the Lan family, he is a famous person from the Immortal Sect. Can not tear the skin, it is best not to tear the skin.