Lan Jingyi said: "Okay! Stop making noise, Yunshen doesn't know where to make noise!"

It is precisely because he doesn't want to go into the clouds and nowhere, that's why he is so loud!

It will be difficult to drag it in and come out again. In the past years of listening to school, the children of each family handed out a jade card of access, which can be worn on the body to enter and exit freely, otherwise they will not be able to pass through the barrier of Yunshen. More than ten years have passed, and the garrison will only become stricter, not looser.

Before Lan Wangji stood quietly at the mountain gate, he turned a deaf ear and watched from the sidelines. Waiting for Wei Wuxian's voice to drop a little, he said, "Let him cry. I'm tired of crying and can't speak anymore, so drag him in."

Wei Wuxian hugged the donkey and cried even more sadly.

It's bitter! He was whipped by Zidian, and all doubts should be cleared away. He was fluttering for a while, and this mouth has always been frivolous and teasing, so he was disgusted by the words, how could Lan Zhan not follow the previous path Come. What is the reason for this? Could it be that after years of separation, his cultivation base has grown so much, but his mind has become narrower?

Wei WuXian said, "I like men. With so many beautiful men in your family, I'm afraid I won't be able to control them."

Lan Sizhui reasoned with him: "Mr. Mo, it's for your own good that Hanguang-Jun brought you back. If you don't come with us, Sect Master Jiang will not give up. After all these years, he was taken back to Jiang's house. The number of people who were tortured in Lotus Pier was countless, and no one was ever released."

Lan Jingyi said, "That's right. You haven't seen Sect Master Jiang's methods, have you? It's very vicious..." Having said that, he remembered that "behind the scenes", he peeked at Lan Wangji and saw Hanguang. Jun didn't mean to punish, so he dared to mutter: "It's all to blame for the evil spirit brought by the Yiling Patriarch, too many people who follow him and do not cultivate properly, this Sect Master Jiang is suspicious. Catch them all back, can you catch them all? Don't pick and choose, just like you, the flute has become that virtue... huh."

This "Oh" is worth a thousand words. Wei WuXian felt that it was necessary to justify: "This, in fact, maybe you don't believe it, I usually play the flute well..."

Before the defense was finished, several white-clothed cultivators stepped out from the gate.

These people were wearing Lan family school uniforms, all plain clothes like snow, slowly and lightly. The head of the man stood tall and long, with a white jade pipe hanging from his waist in addition to his sword. When Lan Wangji saw it, he bowed his head slightly to show his salute, and the person who came came also returned it. He looked at Wei Wuxian, and said with a smile, "Wangji never brings guests home, who is this?"

This man stood opposite Lan Wangji, as if looking in a mirror. It's just that Lan Wangji's pupils are extremely light, as pale as glass, but his eyes are darker and more gentle and calm.

It was Lan Xichen, the head of the Lan family. He was worthy of being the head of a sect, and seeing Wei Wuxian holding a donkey, he didn't show any unnatural expression.

One side of the water and soil supports the other, the Gusu Lan Clan has always been recognized as a family with many beautiful men. The double jades of this generation are even more outstanding. Although these two brothers are not twins, their appearances are eight|nine points alike, and it is difficult to tell the exact difference. However, one color, two styles. Lan Xichen is pure and gentle, gentle and gentle, but Lan Wangji is too cold and serious, rejecting people thousands of miles away and being amiable. Therefore, in the ranking of the sons of the Xianmen family, the former is the first, and the latter is the second.

Wei Wuxian let go of the donkey with a smile on his face and went up to meet him. The Gusu Lan clan highly values ​​the elders and the young. As long as he talks nonsense to Lan Xichen, he will definitely be beaten down by the Lan clan to Yunshen. Who knew that just as he was about to show off his skills, Lan Wangji glanced at him, and his upper and lower lips couldn't be separated.

Lan Wangji turned his head and continued to talk to Lan Xichen in a serious manner: "Brother, are you going to see Lianfangzun again?"

Lan XiChen nodded: "Jinlintai has a talk conference."

Wei Wuxian couldn't open his mouth, and returned to Hua Donkey angrily.

He pondered: Lian Fangzun was the current head of the Jin family, Jin Guangyao, the only illegitimate child that Jin Guangshan recognized. Speaking of which, he was his half-brother. The same illegitimate child, but very different. Mo Xuanyu ate leftovers while sleeping on the floor tiles in Mojiazhuang, while Jin Guangyao sat in the highest position in the world of self-cultivation, calling for wind and rain. The talks can be held as soon as they want, and Lan XiChen can invite him if he wants. The owners of the Jin and Lan families are very private, and it is not rumored.

Lan XiChen said, "Uncle wants to discuss with you what you brought back from Mojiazhuang last time."

Hearing the three words "Mojiazhuang", Wei Wuxian unconsciously paid attention, but felt a pinch on his upper and lower lips, Lan XiChen lifted his ban and said to Lan Wangji, "It's rare that you brought someone back, why are you still like this? Happy. You have to treat your guests well, not like that."

Happy? Wei Wuxian took a closer look at Lan Wangji's face.

How do you look happy?!

After watching Lan Xichen leave, Lan Wangji said, "Drag in."

Wei Wuxian was dragged alive into this place where he swore he would never set foot in this life. The Lan family used to come to the house with dignitaries, and there has never been a guest like him. The juniors pushed and hugged him, and they all thought it was fresh and fun. Lan Jingyi said, "Hanguang-Jun, where are you dragging to?"

Lan Wangji said, "Quiet room."

"...Quiet room?!"

Wei Wuxian didn't know what to do. Everyone looked at each other in dismay, not daring to make a sound.

That is the study and bedroom that Hanguang-Jun never lets other people enter or leave...

The furnishings in the quiet room are very simple, and there is nothing superfluous. The flowing clouds drawn by fine brushwork on the folding screen slowly float and change, and a piano table is horizontally in front of the screen. On the three-legged incense table in the corner, a hollowed out incense tripod exudes light smoke, and the room is filled with the scent of Lingling sandalwood.

Lan Wangji went to see his uncle to discuss business affairs, while Wei Wuxian was pushed in. He walked on the front foot, Wei WuXian stepped out. He swayed around Yunshen for a short time, and as expected, without the jade order, even if he climbed over a white wall several meters high, he would immediately be bounced off by the barrier, and quickly attracted the patrollers nearby.

Wei Wuxian had no choice but to return to the quiet room.

When he encounters anything, he will not be in a hurry. He paces back and forth in the room with his hands on his back, believing that there will be a countermeasure sooner or later. The refreshing sandalwood smell is cold and clear, although it is not lingering, it has its own moving point. He thought for a while: "Lan Zhan has this smell on his body. I think it was when he was practicing the piano and sitting in meditation here, and the aroma got on his clothes."

Thinking about it, couldn't help but leaned closer to the incense stick in the corner. With this leaning, felt that the wooden board under feet was obviously different from other places.

Astonished in his heart, he possessed himself and began to knock.

During his lifetime, he had done a lot of digging graves, and he didn't know how to do it without a teacher. It didn't take a moment for him to turn over a board.

Wei Wuxian was surprised when he found a secret place in Lan Zhan's room, but after seeing what was hidden inside, he was even more surprised.

After the wooden board was turned up, another mellow fragrance that was originally mixed in the sandalwood incense diffused, and five or six pitch-black small altars were crowded into a small square cellar.

This Lan Wangji has really changed, and even the wine is hidden!

Yunshen didn't know where to ban alcohol, because of this, the first time they met, they had a small fight, and Lan Zhan also knocked over a jar of "Tianzixiao" that he brought up from the mountain.

After returning to Yunmeng from Suzhou, Wei Wuxian never had the chance to drink the "Emperor's Smile", which was brewed by a famous Suzhou famous family, and it was the "Emperor's Smile" that was hidden here. Unexpectedly, a person like Lan Zhan, who abides by the rules and does not drink a drop of alcohol, will one day be found by him to dig a hole in his room to store alcohol.

Wei Wuxian tutted and drank a jar. He has an excellent drink capacity and is addicted to alcohol. After thinking about it, he has to charge some interest for so many years, so he drank another jar. Drinking up, suddenly a flash of inspiration came to mind.

How difficult is it to pass the jade card. Yunshen does not know where, there is a cold spring with many miraculous effects, which is used for the cultivation and bathing of the male younger brother of the family. A person always has to take off his clothes when he takes a bath. Even if he takes off his clothes, he can still hold that jade tablet in his mouth?

Wei Wuxian clapped his hands and took the last sip from the jar in his hand. Fill the jar with white water, seal it as it is, and put it back on the wooden board. After all the work is over, will go out to find the jade card.

Although Yunshen did not know that it was burned down once during the "Sail of the Sun", the pattern after the reconstruction is still the same as before. Wei WuXian walked through the winding path through the secluded and secluded for a while, and soon found the cold spring in a secluded place.

The gatekeepers of the spring are far apart. No one in the Lan family has ever done such a shameless thing as peeping near the cold spring, and the fairies never use it, so the defense is not strict, it is very easy to fool, and it is just convenient for Wei Wuxian to go shameless. It's very clever, there is a set of school uniforms on the white stone after Lan Rong jiāo folded, and someone has already come.

This school uniform was folded so neatly that it was outrageous, like a block of snow-white tofu, even the forehead was meticulously rolled up. Wei Wuxian reached in and rummaged through the jade card, almost a pity when he messed it up. After crossing Cong Cong Lan Rong, he swept across the spring and suddenly fixed his gaze.

The cold spring water is icy and biting, not as hot as a hot spring, with no hot air pervading the eyes, so you can clearly see the person in the spring with his back to his upper body.

The person in the spring has fair complexion, long black hair, wetly gathered to one side, and the waist and back line is smooth, graceful and powerful. In short, be a beauty.

But Wei Wuxian couldn't take his eyes off because he was shocked to see the beauty come out of the bath. No matter how beautiful he is, he doesn't really like men. It was really something on this man's back that taught him to look away.

Dozens of vertical and horizontal scars.

This is the trace left by the whiplash. Among the immortal gates, the whips used to punish the children who made big mistakes in the clan will never fade after being hit. Although Wei Wuxian had never been beaten by the whip, he had seen Jiang Cheng endure it with his own eyes. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make it go away, and he would never forget this kind of scar.

Usually, one or two strokes of the whipping are a serious lesson, enough for the punished to remember for life and not dare to commit it again. There are more than 30 marks on this man's back. don't know what horrific mistake made, and was beaten like this.

But if it is really rebellious enough, why not just kill him to clear the door?

The man in the spring turned around, and there was a clear brand under the collarbone, near the heart.

When Wei Wuxian saw the brand, Wei Wuxian's astonishment suddenly reached its peak.

The author has something to say: There are no ghosts and ghosts in this chapter~ Chake snoring to ease up.

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The branding took Wei Wuxian's entire attention, making him wonder if he was seeing something wrong, and he didn't even have time to look at the other person's face, and his breathing was also chaotic.

Suddenly, his eyes turned white, as if a snow curtain fell, and then the snow curtain split open, and a blue sword light came towards his face with a cold air.

"Bichen" is so famous that no one knows it. Terrible, it turned out to be Lan Zhan!

Escape from the sword Wei WuXian was a familiar way, he practiced rolling on the spot, and he managed to dodge it. When he rushed out of the cold spring, he still had time to pluck a rough leaf on his hair. Like a headless fly, he slammed into several people passing by on the night patrol, was grabbed, and shouted: "What are you running around! Yunshen does not know where to go!"

Wei Wuxian was overjoyed when he saw Lan Jingyi and the others, thinking that he could be blasted down the mountain by the scoundrel, and hurriedly sent himself up: "I didn't see it! I didn't see anything! I definitely didn't come to steal. Look at Hanguang-jun!"

When a few juniors heard this, they were immediately shocked by his dog's guts. Where is Lan Wangji not a famous person who can't be desecrated in the mountains, and the younger disciples in the family are even more respectful to him. To peep near the cold spring, this kind of thing is very sinful just thinking about it. Lan Sizhui's tone changed in fright: "What? Hanguang-jun? Hanguang-jun is inside?!"

Lan Jingyi angrily grabbed him: "Okay, you stubbornly cut off your sleeves! This, this, this can also be seen secretly?!"

Wei Wuxian strikes while the iron is hot, accusing himself of the crime: "I didn't come to peek at Hanguang-jun's bath!"

Lan Jingyi: "There is no silver 300 taels here! He also said that you don't have any. What are you doing here without you? Look at you, you are so embarrassed that you are embarrassed!"

Wei Wuxian covered his face with his hands and said, "Don't be so loud, Yunshen doesn't know where to stop making noise!"

Just as he was jumping, Lan Wangji was wearing a white coat with long hair, and walked out from behind the layers of blue rough. However, after a few words, he was already dressed neatly, and Bichen had not yet been put into the sheath. All the juniors hurriedly bowed. Lan Jingyi hurriedly said: "Hanguang-Jun, this Mo Xuanyu is really abominable. You brought him back because of his Mo family's help, but he...but..."

Wei Wuxian thought that this time he would be kicked out of the mountain gate unbearably, but Lan Wangji glanced at him lightly, silent for a moment, and with a slamming sound, he put Bichen into the sheath.

He said, "It's all gone."

Three plain words, but under the prestige, there are no words, and everyone immediately dispersed. Lan Wangji calmly lifted Wei Wuxian's back collar and dragged it all the way to the quiet room.

Why do you like to use dragging so much?! Wei WuXian staggered about to call, but Lan WangJi said coldly, "Those who make noises are not allowed to speak."

Throwing him down the mountain is a wish, but banning him from speaking is a matter of gratitude and insensibility. Wei Wuxian was puzzled: When did the Lan family have been so forgiving of the shameless crime of spying on the famous people of their own family and bathing, and they could bear it?!

Lan Wangji carried him into the quiet room, went straight to the interior, and fell on the couch with a thud. Wei Wuxian was slammed, and he couldn't get up for a while. He wanted to say a few words of coquettish anger, but his skin was puckered. When he looked up, Lan Wangji was looking down at him with the Bichen sword in one hand.

Having been used to seeing Second Young Master Lan's wiping forehead and long hair, his strict and precise look, he had never seen this black hair slightly loose and lightly dressed, Wei Wuxian couldn't help but take a second glance. After dragging and slamming, Lan Wangji's neckline, which was tightly closed, was also torn apart, revealing a clear collarbone and the crimson brand under the collarbone.

As soon as he saw the brand, Wei Wuxian was attracted again.

This brand, before he became the Yiling Patriarch, also had one on his body.

At this time, the piece on Lan Zhan's body, both in position and shape, was exactly the same as the piece on his body before his death, so he couldn't help but look unfamiliar and strange.

And the strange thing is not only this brand, but also the more than 30 whiplashes on Lan Zhan's back.

Lan Zhan became famous at a young age and was highly rated, and was the most orthodox immortal celebrity. To punish him, only his elders. But Lan Zhan has always been one of the two jades that the Gusu Lan Sect is proud of, and his words and deeds are regarded as the benchmark of the outstanding children of Xianmen by the elders. What was the unforgivable wrong that was committed and punished so severely?

Those scars looked like they were being beaten to death, and once the whip marks were on the body, they would never disappear in this life, so that the punished would always remember them and never commit them again.

Following his gaze, Lan WangJi lowered his eyes slightly, pulled his collar, covered his collarbone, and concealed the scars. It was the icy Lan WangJi again.

At this time, a deep bell came from outside the sky.

The Lan family's family rules are strict, the work and rest are rigorous, and the bell will sound at the beginning of the hour. Lan Wangji concentrated, heard the bell, and said to Wei WuXian, "You just sleep here."

Without giving Wei Wuxian a chance to answer, he moved into the cubicle of the quiet room, leaving Wei Wuxian alone on the couch, confused.