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Everyone let out a long sigh, thanking God in their hearts, fortunately the old man nodded Lan Wangji, otherwise it would be their turn to miss one or two or the order was wrong. Lan Qiren nodded in satisfaction, and said, "It's not wrong." After a pause, he said sarcastically, "If it's just because I've descended a few unpopular mountain ghosts in my house, I'll be complacent and arrogant, and stubbornly escape. , sooner or later will take it upon himself."
Wei WuXian raised his eyebrows, glanced at Lan WangJi's profile, and said to himself, "So this old man has heard my name long ago, and he asked his good students to come and study together because he wanted me to look good. ."
"I have doubts," he said.
Lan Qiren said, "Speak."
Wei WuXian said, "Even though 'saving' is the first priority, 'saving' is often impossible. 'Release his obsessions after he was alive' is easier said than done, if this obsession is It's easy to get a new dress, but what if you want to kill people and take revenge?"
Lan WangJi said, "So we should focus on reformation, supplemented by repression, and if necessary, extinction."
"Bào is a waste of time." Wei WuXian said, "It's not that I didn't know the answer, I was just thinking about the fourth way."
Lan Qiren said, "I've never heard of the fourth rule. Come on."
Wei WuXian said, "This executioner died violently and turned into a murderous corpse. Since he beheaded more than a hundred people before his death, it is better to dig the graves of these hundred people, arouse their resentment, forge a hundred heads, and fight the murderous corpse... "
Lan Wangji finally turned his head to look at him, but his brows were slightly wrinkled and his expression was very cold. Lan Qiren's beard trembled and shouted, "I don't know how high the sky is!"
The people in Lan's room were frightened by this bào drink, and Lan Qiren suddenly stood up: "To subdue demons, subdue demons, exterminate ghosts and annihilate evil spirits, the purpose is to save them! Not only do you not think about the way to save you, but you also want to provoke them. Resentment? Put the cart before the horse and ignore human relations!"
Wei WuXian giggled and said, "There are some things that are useless in the horizontal and vertical directions, so why not use them? Dayu also knows that in controlling floods, blocking is the best policy, and sparseness is the best policy. Suppression is blocking, isn't it the bottom policy..." Lan Qiren wrote a book When he fell over, he hurriedly avoided his face without changing his face, and continued to talk nonsense: "Aura is also Qi, and resentment is also Qi. Aura is stored in the Dan Mansion, and it can be used by people. Resentment can also be used, why can't it be used by people? ?"
Lan Qiren flew over with another book, and said sternly, "Then I'll ask you again! How do you ensure that these grievances will be used by you instead of killing others?"
Wei Wuxian said while hiding, "I haven't thought of it yet!"
Lan Qiren was furious: "If you think about it, the cultivation world will leave you alone. Get out!"
Wei Wuxian couldn't get what he wanted, so he hurriedly left.
After wandering around in Yunshen and wandering around for a long time, everyone finished listening to the study and finally found him on a high eaves. Wei Wuxian was sitting on the blue tile at the top of the wall, holding A blue rough, one leg is propped up, the right hand is supporting the cheek, the other leg is hanging down, and it is gently dàng. The people below pointed at him and laughed: "Brother Wei! I admire him, he told you to get out, but you actually got out! Hahahaha..."
"He didn't understand it for a while after you went out, it's ashen!"
Wei WuXian rushed down and shouted, "If you have any questions, you will answer them. If you let me get out of here, what does he want from me?"
Nie Huaisang said, "Why does this old man Lan seem to be very strict with you? He's scolding you."
Jiang Cheng snorted, "He deserves it! What did he answer? You can just talk about this kind of mess at home, how dare you say it in front of Lan Qiren. Courting death!"
Wei WuXian said, "Anyway, he doesn't like me anyway, so I might as well say it happily. Besides, I didn't scold him, I just answered honestly."
Nie Huaisang: "Actually, what Brother Wei said is very interesting. Reiki needs to be cultivated by oneself and hard work to form elixir. A talent like me is so poor that it seems that a dog has been bitten by a dog in the mother's womb. I don't know how many years it will take. It's those ferocious ghosts, if you can use it, think about it, hehe, it's quite beautiful."
Wei WuXian said, "Right? No need to be in vain."
Jiang Cheng warned, "Enough. All you have to say is, don't take this evil path."
Wei WuXian said with a smile, "I leave the good Yangguan Avenue and don't go, what are you going to do on this single-plank bridge in the ditch. It's so easy to walk, someone has already left. Don't worry, he just asked this, I just did this. Say it. Hey, can you leave? While there is no curfew, go out with me to fight in the mountains."
Jiang Cheng said, "What kind of mountains are you fighting, where are the mountains here! You go and copy the "Yazheng Collection" first. Lan Qiren asked me to tell you, copy the "Shangyi Chapter" of the "Yazheng Collection" three times, and let you Study hard what is the relationship between heaven and human beings."
"Yazheng Collection" is the family motto of the Lan family. His family motto was too long, so it was revised by Lan Qiren and compiled into a thick collection. Wei WuXian spat out the rough piece he was holding, and said, "Copy it three times? I'll be able to soar once I'm in the Lan family. I'm not from the Lan family, and I don't plan to join the Lan family, so copy his family's teachings. Don't copy it."
Nie Huaisang hurriedly said, "I'll copy it for you! I'll copy it for you!"
Wei WuXian said, "If you don't have anything to show your attention to, you'll be stealing, let's talk about it."
Nie Huaisang said, "That's right. Brother Wei, this old man has a bad problem. He..."
Halfway through his speech, he suddenly fell silent, coughed loudly, unfolded the folding fan and shrank to the side. Wei WuXian knew something was different, and in the blink of an eye, sure enough, Lan WangJi was standing under a lush ancient tree with the Bichen Sword on his back, looking over here from a distance.
Others are like zhilan jade trees, with mottled shadows and sunlight on their bodies, but their eyes are not very friendly. Everyone knew that he was shouting in the air just now, and they shouted louder. They were afraid that the noise would attract him, so they shut up consciously. Wei WuXian jumped down, went up to meet him and shouted, "Brother Wangji!"
Lan Wangji turned around and left, Wei Wuxian happily chased after him and called, "Brother Wangji, wait for me!"
Lan Wangji disappeared without a trace in an instant, and made it clear that he didn't want to talk to him, Wei Wuxian made fun of it, turned around and complained to a few people, "He ignores me."
"Yeah." Nie Huaisang said, "It seems that he really hates you, Brother Wei, Lan Wangji is just like that... You shouldn't be so rude."
Wei WuXian said, "This is annoying? I wanted to admit my fault to him."
Jiang Cheng sneered, "It's too late to admit that you were wrong. He must be like his uncle. He thinks that you are so evil, that you're a broken embryo, and he doesn't care about you."
Wei WuXian said, "If you don't pay attention, you won't pay attention. Is he beautiful?" After thinking about it again, he was indeed beautiful, but he was relieved to forget it.
Three days later, Wei Wuxian knew what Lan Qiren's fault was.
Lan Qiren's lectures were extremely lengthy, but they all had to be written in dictation. The changes of several generations of self-cultivation families, the division of spheres of influence, the famous words of famous scholars, the family genealogy... When you listen to it, it is like listening to a book from heaven, and when you are silent, you sell yourself as a slave.
Nie Huaisang helped Wei Wuxian to copy "Shangyi Pian" twice, and begged before the exam: "You save my life, this is my third year in Suzhou, if I still fail the rating, my eldest brother really will. Break my leg! What is the difference between the direct line and the collateral line? The children of an aristocratic family like us can't even figure out the relationship between our own family. Mind to remember other people's homes!"
The consequence of the cheat sheet flying all over the sky was that Lan WangJi suddenly rushed out during the test and caught a few bosses. Lan Qiren was furious, and Feishu went to the major families to complain. He hated so much in his heart: Although the children of the aristocratic family couldn't sit still, at least no one got the lead, and their butts barely touched their calves. But when Wei Ying came, he instigated and provoked the thieves who were thirsty and did not dare.
Jiang Fengmian responded, "Baby has always been like this. Mr. Lao Lan takes pains to discipline him."
So Wei Wuxian was punished again.
At first he didn't care. It's not just copying books, he never lacks people to help copy. Who knew that this time, Nie Huaisang said, "Brother Wei, I can't help you. You can take it slow."
Wei WuXian asked, "What?"
Nie Huaisang said, "Old... Mr. Lan said that this time, the "Shangyi" and "Rituals" are copied together."
"Li Ze Pian" is the most tedious one of the twelve articles of Lan's family instruction. The quotations from scriptures are stinky and long, and there are too many uncommon words. Copying it once is boring, and copying it ten times can immediately fly. Nie Huaisang said, "He also said that while you are being punished, you are not allowed to hang around with you, and you are not allowed to copy for you."
Wei WuXian wondered, "Whether I copy it or not, how does he know that he can still make people stare at me if I can't copy it."
Jiang Cheng said, "Exactly."
"..." Wei Wuxian said, "What did you say?"
Jiang Cheng said, "He told you not to go out every night, go to the Lan family's library for copying, and spend a month in front of the wall. Naturally, there are people staring at you. As for who, I don't need to say more?"
Inside the library.
A green seat and a wooden case. Two candlesticks, two people. At one end, he sat upright, while at the other end, Wei Wuxian had already copied more than ten pages of the Book of Rites. He was dizzy and bored.
Back in Yunmeng, there were quite a few girls in the Jiang family who envy him for being able to listen to and teach with Lan Wangji, saying that the Lan family in Gusu has produced many beautiful men from generation to generation, and the brothers of the Shuangbi Lan family in this generation are even more extraordinary. . Wei WuXian didn't have time to take a closer look at his face before, but now that he did, he thought wildly, "It's pretty good-looking. I can't fault his appearance and demeanor. I just really want those girls to come and see for themselves, if all day long Ku Daqiu has a deep, cross-brow and cold face, like a concubine in mourning, no matter how good-looking his face is, he can't save this person."
Lan Wangji is re-copying the ancient books in the Lan family's library, which are old and inconvenient for outsiders to see. The writing is slow, and the handwriting is correct and clear. Wei Wuxian couldn't help but praise: "Top grade."
Lan WangJi was unmoved.
Wei Wuxian rarely kept his mouth shut for so long, and he was panicking, thinking, "This person is so boring, and he wants me to sit opposite him for a few hours every day, for a month, isn't this killing me?!"
Thinking of this, he couldn't help leaning forward a little.
☆, Yasao fourth 5
Wei Wuxian is a person who will make fun of himself, especially good at making fun of hardships. Since there is nothing else to play, I can only play Lan Wangji.
He said, "Brother Wangji."
Lan Wangji remained motionless.
Wei WuXian said, "Forget the machine."
If you haven't heard it.
Wei Wuxian: "Lan Wangji."
Wei Wuxian: "Lan Zhan!"
Lan Wangji finally stopped writing and looked up at him coldly. Wei Wuxian ducked back and raised his hand in defense, "Don't look at me like that. I called you by your name if you didn't agree to Wangji. If you're not happy, you can call me back by my name."
Lan Wangji said, "Put your legs down."
Wei Wuxian's sitting posture was extremely improper, his body was leaning and his legs were propped up. Seeing that Lan WangJi finally opened his mouth to speak, he was overjoyed when the clouds opened to see Yueming. He put his legs down according to the words, but his upper body got closer, his arms pressed on the desk, still in an indecent sitting position. He said solemnly, "Lan Zhan, let me ask you a question. Do you—do you really hate me?"
Lan Wangji lowered his eyelashes. Wei WuXian hurriedly said, "Don't. Just say a few words and ignore others. I want to admit my mistake and apologize to you. Look at me."
After a pause, he said: "Don't look at me? It's ok, then I said it myself. That night, it was me who was wrong. I was wrong. I shouldn't jump over the wall, I shouldn't drink, I shouldn't fight with you. But I I swear! I didn't mean to provoke you, I really didn't read your family rules. The Jiang family's family rules are all verbal, not written down at all. Otherwise, I definitely won't." I definitely won't finish drinking that in front of you A jar of emperor laughs, I carry it back to my room to drink secretly, drink it every day, distribute it to everyone, and drink enough.
Wei WuXian added, "And let's be reasonable, who's the one who called first? It's you. If you don't do it first, we can still talk properly and make it clear. But if someone hits me, I have to fight back. It's not all my fault. Lan Zhan, are you listening? Young Master Lan, Second Brother Lan, give me a face and look at me."
Lan WangJi didn't raise his eyes and said, "Copy one more time."
Wei Wuxian slumped, "Don't be like that. I was wrong."
Lan Wangji exposed him without hesitation: "You have no regrets at all."
Wei Wuxian said without dignity, "I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry. I'm sorry. You can say it as many times as you want. It's okay to kneel down and say it."
Lan Wangji put the pen down, Wei Wuxian thought he finally couldn't bear to beat him, and was about to smile, but suddenly found that the upper and lower lips seemed to be stuck together, and he couldn't smile anymore. His face changed greatly, and he said with all his strength, "Hmm?
Lan WangJi closed his eyes, let out a breath, opened his eyes again, and resumed writing with a calm expression, as if nothing had happened. Wei Wuxian had long heard the hateful nature of the Lan family's speech suppression technique, but he didn't believe it in his heart. But after a long while, the corners of his mouth were red, and he couldn't open it no matter what. After a while, his pen was flying like a fly, and he threw a piece of paper over. Lan WangJi glanced at it and said, "It's boring." He rubbed it up and threw it away.
Wei WuXian was so angry that he slumped on the mat and rolled, got up and wrote another one, photographed it in front of Lan WangJi, rubbed it up again, and threw it away.
This forbidden word technique was not released until he finished copying it. The next day came to the library, and the paper balls that had been thrown all over the floor the day before yesterday were taken away.
Wei Wuxian had always healed his scars and forgot the pain. He just suffered the loss of being banned from speaking the day before, and his mouth was itchy after sitting for two minutes. I didn't know how to say a few words, but was banned again. Unable to speak, he scribbled on the paper, stuffed it to Lan WangJi's side, and then crumpled it up and threw it to the ground. It was still the same on the third day. The consequence of being repeatedly banned is that Wei Wuxian doesn't have time to talk about fish, and he was supposed to copy a month's worth of money, but it was almost finished in seven days.
The seventh day was the last day faced the wall and thought about it. Today's Wei Wuxian is a little different. When he came to Suzhou, the saber was thrown around every day, and he never saw him memorize it seriously, but he brought it this day and pressed it next to the desk with a snap. It was even more reversal of the norm of persevering and harassing Lan Wangji in every possible way. He sat down and started writing without saying a word.
Lan WangJi had no reason to use the gag technique on him, instead he looked at him more, as if he didn't believe that he was suddenly honest. Sure enough, after sitting for a while, Wei Wuxian fell ill because of a serious illness, and brought a piece of paper over, motioning him to take a look.
Lan WangJi thought it was just a bunch of boring words, but he swept it away, and it turned out to be a portrait. Sitting upright, leaning against the window and reading quietly, with a lifelike expression on his face, he is himself.
Seeing that Wei Wuxian didn't look away immediately, the corners of his mouth twitched, raised his eyebrows at him, and blinked. No words are needed, the meaning is obvious: does it look like? Is it good?
Lan WangJi said slowly, "If you have time to spare, instead of copying books, you will do doodles. I don't think you will ever want to lift the ban."
Wei Wuxian rubbed the ink marks that were still unfinished, and said indifferently, "I've already copied it, so I won't be here tomorrow!"
Lan Wangji's slender fingers that brushed against the microscopic scroll seemed to stagnate for a while, and then he turned to the next page, but he didn't restrain his words. Seeing that he couldn't play, Wei Wuxian threw the painting lightly and said, "I'll send it to you."