The fairy was stared at by him, and did not dare to scream and run around, so she could only huddle under the tree, staring at Jin Ling, her tail wagging.

Taking advantage of Lan Wangji's staring at Fairy, Wei Wuxian took Jin Ling's shoulders and walked a long way.

As he walked, he said, "Don't quarrel and talk back to your uncle after you go back. Listen to his words, and be careful in the future, don't go out for night hunting by yourself again."

Mo Xuanyu is one of Jin Guangshan's illegitimate children, and is the half-brother of Jin Zixuan and Jin Guangyao, so he is now Jin Ling's little uncle, and he can naturally warn him in the tone of an elder.

Although Jin Ling came from a famous family, but after all, he has no father or mother, so he will inevitably be influenced by some rumors, eager to seek success and eager to prove himself. Wei WuXian added, "You're only in your teens, right? No one from an aristocratic family about your age has ever hunted any amazing monsters, so why should you be in such a hurry?

Jin Ling said sullenly, "My uncle and younger uncle were in their teens when they became famous."

Wei WuXian thought to himself, "Can it be the same? Back then, when the Qishan Wen sect was on top of him, people were panicking, and if they didn't try their best to cultivate and fight, no one knew whether he would be the next unlucky one. On the battlefield, it doesn’t matter whether you are a teenager or not. But now the situation is stable, the families are stable, and the atmosphere is naturally less tense and less desperate.”

Jin Ling added: "Even Wei Ying, he was in his teens when he beheaded Tulu Xuanwu. Even he can do it, why can't I?"

Wei WuXian asked, "Did he kill that? Wasn't that what Hanguang-Jun killed?"

Hearing him mention Lan Wangji, Jin Ling glanced at him vaguely and wanted to say something, but he held it back and said, "You and Hanguang-Jun... forget it. Your own business. I don't care, if you like to cut your sleeves, just cut them off, this disease can't be cured."

Wei Wuxian sneered, "How can this be called a disease?"

He laughed in his heart: "He thought I was shamelessly pestering Lan Zhan?!"

Jin Ling said again: "I already know the meaning of Gusu Lan's forehead wiping. Since the matter has come to this point, you should stay by Hanguang-jun's side. If you cut off your sleeves, you should also cut off your body and keep yourself clean. Don't look for people from our family. , I can't control you either."

The "our family" he said included both the Lanling Jin family and the Yunmeng Jiang family. It seemed that their tolerance for broken sleeves had increased. As long as they didn't look for his family members, they could pretend they didn't see them. Wei WuXian said, "Wipe your forehead? What does Gusu Lan's forehead wipe mean?"

Jin Ling said, "Don't be complacent and pretend to be stupid! I don't want to say this again. Are you Wei Ying?"

At the end of the three sentences, he suddenly threw out a sentence and went straight in, which caught people off guard.

Wei WuXian asked, "Do you think I look like me?"

Jin Ling was silent for a while, then suddenly whistled, "Fairy!"

After being called by the master, the fairy flicked her tongue and ran over with four legs. Wei Wuxian ran wildly: "Speak well, what kind of dog is there!"

Jin Ling said, "Humph! Goodbye!"

After he said goodbye, he headed towards Lanling in a majestic manner. It seemed that he still did not dare to go back to Yunmeng to see Jiang Cheng. The children of other families also went home in twos and threes, heading in different directions. In the end, only Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji, and a few juniors from the Lan family were left.

The two of them walked in front, and the rest of the boys followed. After a while, Lan Wangji said, "Jiang Cheng knows who you are."

Wei WuXian sat on the donkey and let Xiao Apple walk slowly, "Yeah, I know. But what if I know, he can't produce any evidence."

Giving a house is different from taking a house, and there is no trace of it. Jiang Cheng was only judging by his delusion after seeing the dog. But firstly, Jiang Cheng never told anyone about Wei Wuxian's fear of dogs, and secondly, he was not a very familiar person, so he couldn't judge, and couldn't do any hard evidence. Even if Jiang Cheng was posting announcements everywhere now that Wei Wuxian, the ancestor of Yiling, was a coward, it is estimated that everyone would just treat them as the Holy Hand of the Three Poisons and suddenly get bored and use them for entertainment.

Wei WuXian said, "That's why I'm really curious. How on earth did you recognize me?"

Lan WangJi said in a low voice, "I'm also very curious why your memory is so bad."

They were supposed to go straight to Gusu, but Huiyunshen didn't know where to go. And halfway through, I heard that there was something disturbing somewhere in Tanzhou, so I took a small detour and went hunting at night. On the way back from the chaos, we passed through a garden.

The garden is huge, with stone pavilions and stone railings, stone tables and stone benches for viewing flowers and the moon. However, after years of rain and wind, a corner of the pavilion was missing, and two stone benches collapsed. There are no flowers in the garden, only dead branches and leaves. This garden has been abandoned for many years.

Lan SiZhui said, "This is the flower girl's garden."

Lan Jingyi said in a daze: "The Flower Girl? Who is it? Does this garden have an owner? Why does it look so dilapidated, it hasn't been taken care of for a long time."

Flowers with a short flowering period and seasonal blooms are called dill flowers. There are many varieties, different colors, and the garden is full of fragrance when blooming. Hearing the name, Wei Wuxian's heart moved, and he remembered something.

Lan Sizhui said, "This garden used to be very famous. I read it in books. According to the "Spirit of the Lady of the Flowers", Tanzhou has a flower garden, and there are women in the flower garden. She recites poems under the moon, and the poems are good. A flower will not wilt for three years, and its fragrance will last forever. If the poem is not good, or the chanting is wrong, the woman suddenly appears, holds the flower and throws it at the face, and then hides."

Lan Jingyi said, "Is she going to smash her face with a flower when she recites the wrong poem? The flower shouldn't have thorns, or if I try it, I will definitely be smashed and stab blood in the face. What kind of monster is this?"

Lan SiZhui said, "It is said that the earliest owner of the flower garden was a poet. He planted these flowers with his own hands. He used the flowers as his friends and recited poems here every day. The soul turns into a flower girl. Outsiders come here and recite poems well, reminding her of the person who planted her, and when she is happy, she will give a flower. If she sings wrongly, she will drill through the flowers. Come out and hit people in the head and face with flowers. Those who are hit will faint, and when they wake up, they will find themselves thrown out of the garden. More than ten years ago, there were a lot of people who came to this garden."

Wei WuXian said, "Feng Ya, Feng Ya. But there are no books in the library of the Gusu Lan Sect that record such things. SiZhui, honestly, what kind of books are you reading?"

Lan SiZhui's face flushed, and he quietly looked at Lan WangJi. Lan Jingyi said, "Is the Lady of Flowers very beautiful? Otherwise, why are so many people coming?"

Seeing that Lan Wangji didn't mean to blame him, Lan Sizhui said, "It should be very beautiful. But very few people see it. After all, even if you don't know how to write poetry, it is not difficult to recite one or two poems. Most of the people got flowers as gifts from the Dill. Even if there were occasional ones who were beaten by mistake, they couldn't see the Dill's face. Except for one person."

Another teenager asked, "Which one?"

Wei Wuxian coughed softly.

Lan Sizhui said, "Wei Wuxian, the ancestor of Yiling."

Wei Wuxian coughed again and said, "Why is it him again? Can't we talk about something else?"

No one pays attention to him. Lan Jingyi waved his hands and said, "Don't be arguing. What's wrong with Wei Wuxian? What's wrong with him? Did he catch the Dill Flower Girl?"

Lan SiZhui said, "That's not true. However, in order to clearly see the face of the Lady of the Flowers, he came to this garden, and every time he deliberately recited the wrong poems, the Lady of the Flowers got angry and hit him with flowers, and then put him on the ground. He threw it out. After he woke up, he climbed in again and continued to read the wrong words aloud. After repeating this for more than 20 times, he finally saw the face of the flower girl, but the flower girl was also angry with him, and for a long time she didn't say it again. I can't come out, and as soon as I see him going in, there will be a burst of flowers and rain, which is even more amazing than a wonder..."

All the boys laughed and said, "Wei Wuxian is really annoying!"

"Why so boring!"

Wei Wuxian stroked his chin, thinking, "What's so boring about this. Who didn't have one or two things like this when they were young? Speaking of which, why does anyone even know about this kind of thing? Is it still written down in the book? "

Lan Wangji looked at him, although his face was expressionless, there was a strange gleam in his eyes, as if he was making fun of him. Wei WuXian thought, "You're making fun of me? Hey, Lan Zhan is so embarrassed to make fun of me."

He said, "You little kids, your minds are restless and your mind is unclear. You must be reading miscellaneous books every day and not concentrating on your practice. Go back and ask Hanguang-Jun to punish you for copying your family training ten times."

The teenagers were shocked: "Do you need to copy ten times while standing upside down?!"

Wei WuXian was also surprised, and looked at Lan WangJi, "Your family is now punishing you for copying upside down? It's too harsh."

Lan Wangji said, "Just by punishing copying, there will always be people who will not be taught a lesson."

They listened to the story with great interest and wanted to spend the night in the garden. Wild lodging is also a common occurrence for night hunters. Lan WangJi went out to inspect to see if there was anything happening nearby. Wei Wuxian sat by the fire, seeing that he finally had the opportunity to ask, "By the way, what does the forehead wipe in your family mean?"

Mentioning this, the faces of the young people suddenly changed, and they all faltered.

Lan Sizhui said carefully, "Young Master Mo, don't you know?"

Wei WuXian said, "If I knew, would I still ask? Do I look like such a boring person?"

Lan Jingyi murmured, "Then don't know."

Lan Sizhui seemed to be thinking about the wording. After thinking for a while, he said, "That's it. Gusu Lan's forehead wipe means 'discipline oneself', you know that?"

Wei WuXian asked, "You know?"

Lan Sizhui continued, "And Gusu Lan's ancestor, Lan An, said that only in front of the destined person and the person who loves you, you don't have to have any restrictions. Therefore, the Lan family's forehead has been wiped from the past dynasties, except for You can't touch or take it off casually, and you can't tie it to others. This is a taboo. Well, only, only..."

Only what, needless to say.

Beside the bonfire, these young and immature faces blushed, Lan SiZhui couldn't speak anymore.

Wei Wuxian felt more than half of the blood in his body rushed to his forehead.

This forehead, this forehead, this-this-

The meaning of this forehead is quite heavy!

He suddenly felt that he needed fresh air very much, suddenly stood up, jumped out, and said to himself, "...What am I doing!!! What is he doing!!!"

In Qishan that year, the Wen family held a grand meeting to talk about a hundred schools of thought. The meeting lasted for seven days. During the seven days, the entertainment projects were different every day, and one of them was Bishe Jian.

Among the more than 1,000 paper figurines that were about the size of a human being and moved around nimbly, only 100 of them were with murderous spirits. As long as she is wrong, she must leave the field. Only the correct paper figurines with fierce spirits in them can stay in the field, and finally calculate who has the most and the most accurate.

At that time, it had been more than a year since Wei Wuxian listened to his studies in Yunshen and was deported back to Yunmeng. After he returned to Yunmeng, he told people how Lan Wangji was rigid and uninteresting. After a while, he forgot about these days and continued to roam the lake and go wild in the mountains.

He listened to the debate all morning, and his head was dizzy. He finally got a little bit of spirit with his bow and arrow on his back. He glanced at him and saw a handsome young man with a face like powder and a cold face. Wearing a red round-neck robe with nine-ring belts and narrow sleeves. This was originally the uniform dress worn by the juniors of the Baijia Talking Talk in Qishan. He wore it so well, three points were elegant, three points were heroic, and the remaining four points were all handsome, which made one's eyes light up.

The young man was carrying a bunch of arrows with snow-white tail feathers, bowing his head and trying to bow. His fingers were long and slender, and he plucked on the bowstring, producing a timbre like a violin string, which sounded pleasant but not lacking in strength.

Wei WuXian saw that this young man looked familiar, thought for a while, patted his thigh, and greeted him cheerfully, "Hey, isn't this Brother Wangji?"

Lan Wangji tried the bow, turned his head and left.

Wei Wuxian was boring again, and said to Jiang Cheng, "Ignore me again. Hey."

There are more than 20 entrances to the shooting range, each of which is different. Lan Wangji walked to the entrance of the Gusu Lan Clan, and Wei Wuxian sneaked past first. When Lan Wangji turned sideways, he also turned sideways; when Lan Wangji moved, he moved too. All in all, it's blocking him from letting him go.

In the end, Lan Wangji stood still, raised his head slightly, and said solemnly, "I borrowed it."

Wei WuXian said, "Are you willing to take care of me? Did you just pretend you didn't know it, or did you pretend you didn't hear it?"

Not far away, the teenagers from other families are looking at this side, strangely, smiling. Jiang Cheng smacked his lips impatiently, and carried the arrow to the other entrance.

Lan Wangji raised his eyes coldly and repeated, "I borrowed it."

Wei Wuxian smiled, raised his eyebrows, and turned his body sideways. The arch at the entrance was narrow, and Lan Wangji had to pass him by. When he entered, Wei Wuxian shouted from behind him, "Lan Zhan, your forehead is crooked."

The children of the aristocratic family pay great attention to appearance, especially the Gusu Lan family. Hearing this, Lan Wangji raised his hand to help him without hesitation. But that forehead was clearly worn upright, and when he turned his head, he cast a wicked look at Wei Wuxian, who had already turned to the Yunmengjiang Sect's entrance with a laugh.

After entering the arena and the game officially started, children from aristocratic families kept exiting the arena due to the wrong hand of the ordinary paper figurines. Wei WuXian shot one arrow at a time, she was very slow, but she never missed the shot. Seventeen or eight arrows were removed from the quiver in a short time. Suddenly, something floated onto his face, scratching Wei Wuxian's cheeks. He looked back, and before he knew it, Lan Wangji had walked near him, turned his back to him, and was looking towards a man. The paper man draws the bow.

The streamer that wiped his forehead fluttered in the wind and gently swept Wei Wuxian's face. He said, "Brother Wangji!"

Lan Wangji filled the bow and said, "What's the matter."

Wei WuXian said, "You're wiping your forehead crooked."

This time, Lan WangJi didn't believe him anymore, an arrow flew out, and without looking back, he uttered two words: "boring."

Wei WuXian said, "This time it's true! It's really crooked, if you don't believe me, see, I'll give you the right thing."

He said that he would do it, and grabbed the forehead tailband that was floating in front of his eyes. The bad thing is that he is so cheap. He used to pull the braids of the little girl from Yunmeng, and he wanted to tug at the silk when he caught it, and this time he did it too. Unexpectedly, the wipe forehead was slightly crooked and a little loose, and when he pulled it, it slipped off Lan Wangji's forehead.

In an instant, Lan Wangji's hand holding the bow trembled. After a long while, he turned his head stiffly, his eyes turned to Wei Wuxian very slowly.

Wei WuXian, still holding the snow-white forehead wipe in his hand, said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. You can put it on again."

Lan Wangji's face was very ugly.

There was a cloud of black air between his Yintang, and the back of the hand holding the bow was bào, and the whole person seemed to be shaking.Wei WuXian saw that bloodshot eyes had crept up in his eyes, so he couldn't help pinching the forehead wipe, thinking, "The thing I ripped off is really a forehead wipe, isn't it some part of his body?"

Seeing that he still dared to pinch, Lan WangJi suddenly snatched the forehead from his hand.

As soon as he grabbed it, Wei Wuxian let go.The other disciples of the Lan family stopped firing arrows, and gathered around, whispering something to the silent Lan Wangji.