The Soul Eater did not turn her head back in the correct direction, but turned her body around, facing Wen Ning with her front face and back at the same time. Wei Wuxian didn't dare to slack off, he inhaled and lowered his head, cao controlled Wen Ning to fight. However, the more chuī he was, the more frightened he became.

Low-level walking corpses can't think on their own, and often need the blessing and guidance of his orders. Wen Ning, on the other hand, was in a different situation. Wen Ning was the highest-ranking corpse he had refined, and it was unique in the world. His personality, behavior, and even words were the same as before, and he was no different from a living person, except that he was not afraid of injury. Not afraid of fire, cold, poison, and all things that living people fear.

But at this moment, Wen Ning obviously didn't have his own consciousness!

Just as he was in shock, there were bursts of exclamations from the field. It turned out that Wen Ning kicked and beat the Goddess Soul Eater until she couldn't stand up. Then, he picked up a huge rock beside him, raised it above the Goddess Soul Eater, and smashed her heavily.

One by one, until the stone body of the soul-eating goddess was smashed into pieces!

In the rubble of the white flowers, a bead with a snow-white halo rolled out. That is the Dan Yuan condensed after the soul-eating goddess devoured the souls of more than a dozen living people. Take it back and handle it carefully. Just now Several people who were sucked in their souls were able to recover. However, at this moment, no one present could go up to pick up the bead.

All the sword tips that were originally aimed at the Soul Eater Goddess were turned around.

A monk shouted hoarsely: "Encircle him!"

Some people responded hesitantly, while more people hesitated and stepped back.

The cultivator shouted again, "Fellow Daoists, don't let him run away. This is Wen Ning!"

This period woke everyone up. How could the ghost general be comparable to a soul-eating goddess? Although I don't know why he would see the light of day again, killing a thousand soul-eating evil spirits is not as good as capturing a Wen Ning. After all, this is the most obedient under the Yiling Patriarch. , A mad dog who bites and does not bark. From now on, he will become famous and soar to the sky! Originally, he went to Dafan Mountain for night hunting to compete for the fierceness of the demon and to increase his qualifications. It is inevitable that someone will be moved by such a shout. But those cultivators who had witnessed Wen Ning's madness still did not dare to act rashly, so the cultivator shouted again, "What are you afraid of, the Yiling Patriarch is not here!"

That's right, what's there to be afraid of, his master has been smashed to pieces!

Several flying swords circled around Wen Ning, and after a few words, the sword circle suddenly shrank. Wen Ning waved his arm, the chain swayed heavily, knocking all the immortal swords into the air, then stepped out, grabbed the neck of the person closest to him, and lifted it off the ground with a light lift.

Wei WuXian knew that the flute sound was too urgent and too violent, causing him to send out a fierce xing, a melody came to his mind, stabilized his mood, and chuī made another tune.

This time the tune was gentle and peaceful, very different from the weird and harsh one just now, Wen Ning turned to where the flute came from. Wei Wuxian stood there, meeting his pupilless eyes.

After a while, Wen Ning let go, lowered his arms, and walked towards him step by step. He drooped his head and dragged a subway chain, and he was a little dejected. Wei WuXian retreated while chatting, lured him away, and escaped to hide. After walking like this for a while, retreating into the forest, suddenly smelled a cold smell of sandalwood.

He bumped into someone on the back, his wrist hurt, and the flute stopped abruptly. Turning around, he was meeting Lan Wangji's extremely pale eyes.

Even bumping into him at this time, Lan Zhan had seen him with his own eyes!

Lan Wangji grabbed Wei Wuxian with one hand, and Wen Ning stood dumbfounded within two feet of them, looking around slowly, as if looking for the sound of the flute that had suddenly disappeared. In the distance of the mountains and forests, there were flames and voices spreading, Wei WuXian’s thoughts turned sharply, and he made a decisive decision: “So what if you’ve seen it. There are thousands of people who know how to play the flute, and there are even more people who can learn how to drive corpses with the flute sound of the ancestors of Yiling. If you form a faction, you won't recognize him if you kill him!" Regardless of which hand he was holding, he raised his arm and continued to play the flute. This time, he was even more urgent, as if he was urging him, his breath was unsteady, his voice broke, and it was shrill and harsh. Suddenly, Lan Wangji's hand was so hard that his wrist was about to break, Wei Wuxian's fingers loosened, and the bamboo flute fell to the ground. At the same time, Wen Ning understood the instructions, and quickly retreated. In an instant, he dived back into the darkness and disappeared without a sound. Wei WuXian was afraid that Lan WangJi would intercept Wen Ning and grab him with a backhand. Who would have thought that Lan Wangji never gave Wen Ning a single glance from the beginning to the end, but just kept his eyes on him. The two of you pulled me and I pulled you, staring at each other.

At this moment, Jiang Cheng arrived.

He waited patiently for the result in the Buddhist town, and he didn't finish drinking a cup of tea. Someone hurriedly climbed down and said how the things in Dafan Mountain were so bad, so he had to kill him again and shouted: " Allen!"

Jin Ling was only almost sucked out of his soul, and he was no longer hurt, so he stood on the ground and said, "Uncle!"

Seeing that Jin Ling was fine, Jiang Cheng's heart dropped, and he scolded, "Is there no signal on your body? You don't know how to let it go when you encounter this kind of thing? What are you trying to do, get over here!"

Jin Ling didn't catch the Soul Eater, and was also angry: "Didn't you tell me to take it down?!"

Jiang Cheng really wanted to slap this stinky boy back into his mother's stomach, but he couldn't slap himself in the face, so he turned to the monks who were all over the place, and sarcastically said, "What the hell is it? Killing you so decently."

Among these monks in different clothes, several were disguised by the disciples of the Yunmeng Jiang Sect. They were ordered by Jiang Cheng to help Jin Ling secretly. A cultivator's eyes were still straight: "Sect, sect master, it's... it's Wen Ning..."

Jiang Cheng suspected that he had heard it wrong: "What did you say?"

The man said, "Wen Ning is back!"

In an instant, shock, disgust, anger, and disbelief all crossed Jiang Cheng's face. He said in a cold voice, "This thing has been smashed to the public for a long time, how could it come back."

"It's really Wen Ning! There is absolutely no mistake. It is absolutely impossible to read wrong..." The cultivator pointed to Wei Wuxian, "... He summoned it!"

Still waiting for this moment.

Wei Wuxian was on guard, but not too worried. He already has a way of denying that can deal with such a situation. In this way, as long as he refuses to recognize him, no one can assert his identity.

Jiang Cheng slowly looked towards Wei Wuxian's direction.

After a while, a twisted smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his left hand involuntarily began to rub the ring.

He whispered: "...Okay. Are you finally back?"

He let go of his left hand, and a long whip fell from his hand.

The whip was extremely thin, just like its name, it was a violet light current that was still sizzling, like a thunder cloud crawling across the sky, he firmly grasped one end and held it in his hand. When it is swung, it is like a swift and incoherent lightning strike!

Lan Wangji flipped the piano in his hand, and when he strummed the letter, like a stone, it stirred up a thousand layers of làng. Jiang Cheng didn't shy away from it anymore, just now his "never rash hand" and "no evil blue family" considerations seemed to be eaten by dogs. In the sky above the mountains and forests in the night of Dafan Mountain, sometimes the purple light is bright, sometimes it is as bright as day, sometimes the thunder is roaring, and sometimes the sound of the piano is roaring. The other cultivators retreated from a safe distance and watched from the sidelines, both frightened and fixated. After all, it is rare to have the opportunity to see the two immortal heads of noble families who belong to the same family and celebrities fight each other. They can't help but expect the fight to be more ruthless and fierce, which also contains unspeakable expectations. I only hope that the Lanjiang family will be funny from now on. . Wei Wuxian seized the opportunity and ran out.

Is he running away?!

Everyone howled in their hearts: Seek your own way!

When Jiang Cheng saw that he was out of Lan Wangji's protective range, how could he miss this great opportunity, he raised his hand and swung the whip diagonally, and Zi Dian swam out like a poisonous dragon, hitting him on the back.

Wei Wuxian was nearly blown away by the whip, but luckily the donkey stopped him, otherwise he would have hit a tree. But this blow succeeded, but Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng both stopped, stunned.

Wei Wuxian rubbed his back, helped the donkey to get up, and growled, "It's amazing! It's okay to have a big family! Just hit anyone! Tsk tsk tsk!"

Lan Wangji: "..."

Jiang Cheng: "..."

If the person who took the house was drawn by the "Purple Lightning", his body and soul would be stripped away in an instant, and the soul of the person who took the house would be directly shot out of the body by the Zidian. There are no exceptions. But this person still acts as usual after being drawn, and there is no other explanation except that he is not the one who took the house.

But Zidian naturally couldn't extract Wei Wuxian's soul. Because he did not take the house, but was sacrificed!

Jiang Cheng didn't believe it, and wanted to whip him again, Lan Jingyi shouted, "Sect Master Jiang, that's enough. That's Zidian!"

For an immortal weapon of the level of Zidian, there is absolutely no possibility that it will fail once or twice. If so, it would be too embarrassing. If you don't take it out, you don't take it out, and if you don't take it, you don't take it.

Jiang Cheng pointed at Wei Wuxian and said, "Who are you?!"

If it wasn't for Wei Wuxian, who else could summon Wen Ning, who had been missing for many years?!

At this time, a cultivator who was watching the battle gān coughed: "Sect Master Jiang doesn't know, this Mo Xuanyu is from the Jin family...cough, he used to be a student of the Jin family with a foreign surname. But because of his practice He didn't care much, his spiritual power was low, and he had the habit of breaking his sleeves and harassing fellow practitioners, so he was kicked out of the Lanling Jin Sect. I heard that he was crazy? In my opinion, he probably corrected it. If the way fails, I feel resentful in my heart and go the wrong way. It's not necessarily the one... Yiling Patriarch seizes the upper body."

There were a few more words that he did not dare to say in front of Jiang Cheng.

Even though his reputation is not good, it must be admitted that before he betrayed the Yunmeng Jiang Sect, Wei Wuxian was a well-known and beautiful man, a man of elegance with all six skills, and ranked fourth in appearance among the sons of the aristocratic family. He's so handsome" - Jiang Cheng happened to be fifth, so he didn't dare to mention it. How can qíng Shi's words be so messed up, his favorite and beautiful women are unclear, and I don't know how many fairies have suffered from the scourge of his evil peach blossom. Although frivolous and romantic, he has never heard of him still liking men. Even if he wanted to seize the house, he wanted to kill him... According to the taste of the Yiling Patriarch, he would never choose such a maniac with a broken sleeve who rides a donkey and eats fruit, and his head is painted like a hanged ghost!

Someone else muttered: "It doesn't look like it at all... and the flute is so ugly... Learning is so lame, that's how Dong Shixiao frowns!"

In the "Challenge of the Sun" that year, the ancestors of Yiling were on the battlefield, with a flute and a chuī throughout the night, and the ghosts, soldiers and ghosts were like thousands of troops, invincible, and people blocked the killing Buddha and blocked the killing Buddha. The sound of the flute was like the sound of heaven and man, how could it be compared to the wailing, whimpering, and swallowing of the Jin family's abandoned son? Even if the ancestors of Yiling were extremely poor, they couldn't compare like this.

Wei WuXian felt a little depressed: ...You haven't practiced for more than ten years, and you made a broken flute with three cuts and two cuts. Come and listen to me? It's so nice, I'll kneel down for you!

Jiang Cheng just now believed that this person was Wei Wuxian, and his whole body was boiling with cold blood, but now Zidian in his hand told him clearly that it was not. Zidian will never lie to him, and he will never make mistakes.

He calmed down very quickly and thought: It's not a big deal, first find an excuse to bring people back, and then use all means to beat them, no worries that he won't recruit something. Also, the same sect Mo Xuanyu had harassed in the Jin family could also be arrested and tortured together. It's not like this has never been done before. He made a gesture, his subordinates understood what he meant, and jumped forward to try, Wei WuXian hurriedly led the donkey and jumped behind Lan WangJi: "What?!"

Lan Wangji glanced at him and endured his rude and loud exaggeration.

Jiang Cheng said, "Second Young Master Lan, are you trying to get along with Jiang?"

No one in the cultivation world knows that this young head of the Jiang family is on guard against Wei Wuxian to the point of being insane. He would rather catch the wrong person than let go. If he sees someone who seems to be Wei Wuxian's body, he will bring him back to the Yunmeng Jiang family. Severe torture and half-death is a good end. Lan SiZhui said, "Sect Master Jiang, the facts are in front of you, Young Master Mo has not been taken away, why should you embarrass an unknown person?"

Jiang Cheng said coldly, "Then why did Second Young Master Lan protect an unknown person?"

Wei Wuxian suddenly burst out laughing twice.

He said, "Sect Master Jiang, that, it's very embarrassing for you to pester me like this."

Jiang Cheng frowned twice, feeling that he would not say anything nice to make him feel comfortable.

Wei WuXian said, "You're too hot, thank you, but you think too much. Even if I like men, I don't like all kinds of men, let alone a man who beckons and I'll follow. You I'm not interested in that."

Wei Wuxian was trying to disgust him. Jiang Cheng hated being compared the most, no matter how boring it was, as long as someone said that he was inferior to another so-and-so, he would get angry in his heart, and he had no choice but to win. Sure enough, Jiang Cheng's face turned blue: "Oh? Then may I ask, what kind of thing do you like?"

Wei WuXian said, "What kind of? Well, I like Hanguang-Jun like that."

Lan Zhan is the one who can't stand such a boring and frivolous joke the most. After being disgusted, he will definitely take the initiative to draw a line and keep a distance. Disgusting two people at a time, killing two birds with one stone, excellent, excellent!

Who knows, Lan Wangji turned around after hearing this.

He said blankly, "That's what you said."

Wei Wuxian: "Huh?"

Lan Wangji turned his head back, without losing his etiquette, but said, "I've brought this person back to Lan's house."

Wei Wuxian: "..."

Wei Wuxian: "...Ah?"

The author has something to say: he is playing off.

A flute without a hard membrane would be really hard to hear.

I made you guys hate junior and junior high school students. You are anxious, and you will be slapped in the face. Junior brother, you have to cry and kneel down to apologize and ask for forgiveness (Hey!

I haven't finished the text _(:з)∠)_I will do it again tomorrow, let's make do with it today

☆, Yasao fourth

Lan's Immortal Mansion is located in a deep mountain outside the city of Gusu.

In the well-proportioned waterside gardens, there are mountains all year round shrouded in white walls and black tiles, and being in it is like being in a fairyland sea of ​​clouds. The morning mist is filled with mist, and the morning sun is hazy. It complements its name - "the cloud is deep and knows nowhere".

The mountain is still and the people are still, and the heart is like still water. Only the sound of bells came from the high-rise buildings.

Although it is not Galan, it has a lonely Hanshan Zen style.

This loneliness was suddenly pierced by a long howl, causing many students and disciples who were reading and practicing swordsmen in the morning to tremble, and couldn't help but look at the mountain gate where the voice came from.

Wei Wuxian was crying holding the donkey in front of the mountain gate, Lan Jingyi said, "Why are you crying! You said you liked Hanguang-jun yourself. Now that you have been brought back, what are you screaming for!"

Wei Wuxian frowned.

After the night at Dafan Mountain, he had no chance at all to summon Wen Ning, and he had no chance to explore why Wen Ning lost consciousness, let alone why he reappeared in this world, so he was brought back by Lan Wangji.

When he was young, he was sent to the Lan family to study for three months with the children of other families, and he experienced the dullness of the Lan family in Gusu firsthand. He still has lingering fears about his family's more than 3,000 family rules that are densely engraved with discipline stones. Just now, pulled the captives up the mountain, and when passed by the discipline stone wall, saw that there were more than 1,000 carvings, and now there are more than 4,000. four thousand!