He grabbed Wei Wuxian's neck, his eyes bloodshot, "Why did you save Lan Wangji?!"

With great compassion and anger, Jiang Cheng had lost his mind and had no intention of controlling his strength. Wei Wuxian turned his hands back and broke his wrist, "Jiang Cheng..."

Jiang Cheng pinned him to the ground and roared, "Why do you want to save Lan Wangji?! Why do you have to stand out?! How many times have I told you not to cause trouble! Don't shoot! You just like to do it! Hero?! Do you see what happens to being a hero?! Ah?! Are you happy now?!"

"Lan Wangji, Jin Zixuan and the others will die! You just let them die! What does it have to do with us if they die?! What does it have to do with our family?! Why?! Why?!"

"Die, die, die! Die to me!!!"

Wei Wuxian shouted, "Jiang Cheng!!!"

The hand that was grabbing his neck suddenly loosened.

Jiang Cheng glared at him, tears rolling down his cheeks. From the depths of his throat, there was a moaning like a dying, a painful whimper.

He cried and said, "...I want my parents, my parents..."

He asked Wei Wuxian for his father and mother. However, whoever asks for it will never come back.

Wei Wuxian was also crying, the two of them fell into the rough bushes, watching each other weep bitterly.

Jiang Cheng knew very clearly in his heart that even if Wei Wuxian didn't save Lan Wangji at the beginning of the slaughter at Muxi Mountain, the Wen family would have to find a reason to come here sooner or later. But he always felt that if it hadn't happened to Wei Wuxian, maybe it wouldn't have happened so quickly, and there might still be room for a turnaround.

It was this painful fluke that filled his heart with regret and anger that had nowhere to vent.

When the sky was bright, Jiang Cheng was almost sluggish.

He even slept a few times that night. One is too sleepy, crying out of strength, involuntarily fell asleep. The second is still holding the expectation that this is a nightmare, can't wait to wake up from sleep, open your eyes, you will find yourself still lying in your own room in Lotus Pier. My father sat in the hall reading a book and brushing his sword. Mother was complaining again, scolding Wei Wuxian. My sister squatted in the kitchen in a daze, racking her brains to figure out what to eat today. The juniors didn't do the morning class well, they jumped up and down.

Instead of being choked by the cold wind all night, waking up with a headache in the wild bushes and finding that he was still curled up behind a desolate and remote hillside.

Wei Wuxian moved first.

He supported his legs, stood up reluctantly, and said hoarsely, "Let's go."

Jiang Cheng didn't move. Wei Wuxian stretched out his hand to pull him, and said again, "Let's go."

Jiang Cheng said, "...Where are you going?"

His voice was hoarse, and Wei WuXian said, "Go to the Yu Clan in Meishan and find Senior Sister."

Jiang Cheng waved his outstretched hand. After a while, he sat up by himself and slowly stood up.

The two set off in the direction of Meishan and walked on foot.

Along the way, the two of them were both fighting spirits, walking heavily, as if they were carrying a heavy burden.

Jiang Cheng always bowed his head, hugged his right hand, the purple electricity on his index finger touched the vicinity of his heart, and touched the only remaining family relic over and over again. Again and again, he looked back in the direction of Lotus Pier, staring at the place that used to be his home but now became a devil's den. Time and time again, it seems that I never get tired of watching it, and there is always a little hope left, but the tears will never stop coming out of my eyes.

They fled in a hurry, they didn't have any food on their bodies, and from yesterday to today, they suffered from severe physical exhaustion. After walking for half a day, they all started to feel dizzy.

At this moment, he has left the desolate wilderness and entered a small town. Wei WuXian looked at Jiang Cheng, saw that he was extremely tired and didn't want to move, and said, "You sit down. I'll go get something to eat."

Jiang Cheng didn't answer or nodded. On the way here, he only said a few words to Wei Wuxian.

Wei Wuxian repeatedly told him to sit still and leave. He often stuffed some change into every corner of his body, which came in handy at this time, so that he would not be shy. After walking around, bought a bunch of food, and also bought gān food for the long road. It took less than half a column of incense to quickly return to the place where they separated.

However, Jiang Cheng disappeared.

Wei Wuxian was carrying a pile of steamed buns, noodles, and fruits, his heart panicked, he calmed himself, and searched the nearby streets, but he still didn't see Jiang Cheng.

He panicked completely, grabbed a cobbler beside him, and said, "Old man, there was a little boy about my age sitting here just now, did you see where he went?"

The cobbler sipped a thick thread and said, "The one you were with just now?"

Wei Wuxian said, "Yes!"

The cobbler said: "I have work in my hand, and I can't see it clearly. But he kept staring at the people on the street in a daze. Later, when I looked up at the place again, he suddenly disappeared. He should have left."

Wei Wuxian murmured, "...go away...go away..."

I'm afraid he went back to Lotus Pier to steal the body!

Like crazy, Wei Wuxian ran in the same direction.

He carried a pile of freshly bought food in his hand, dragged him heavily, and after running for a while, he left them behind. But after running for a while, he began to feel dizzy and exhausted. In addition, his heart was flustered, his knees went weak, and he threw himself to the ground.

This pounce, pounced on the plaster of his face, and tasted the taste of dust in his mouth.

There was overwhelming powerlessness and hatred in his chest, and he slammed his fist on the ground heavily, shouted, and then got up. He turned back and picked up the steamed buns that had been thrown on the ground before, wiped it on his chest, swallowed one in two mouthfuls, chewed hard as if his teeth were biting blood, swallowed his throat, and felt a dull pain in his chest. He picked up a few more and shoved them into his arms, holding a steamed bun while eating and running, hoping to stop Jiang Cheng on the way.

However, until he ran back to Lotus Pier, the night sky was full of moon and stars, and he didn't see Jiang Cheng on the road.

Wei WuXian looked at the brightly lit Lotus Pier from a distance, his hands resting on his knees and he couldn't help gasping for breath, a bloody smell that was characteristic of running for a long time spread across his chest and throat, his mouth was full of rust, and his eyes turned black.

He thought to himself, "Why didn't you catch up with Jiang Cheng? I ate something, and I can only run so fast. He is more tired than me, hit harder than me, can he still run faster than me? Is Lotus Pier here? But if he doesn't come back here, where will he go? Don't bring me, go to Meishan alone?"

After adjusting his breath for a while, he decided to go to Lotus Pier to make sure and sneak away.

Still walking along that section of the wall, Wei Wuxian prayed in his heart, "Don't let anyone talk about Jiang Cheng's body on the school grounds this time. Otherwise I..."

otherwise?

Otherwise what can he do?

No matter what. There was nothing he could do. Lotus Pier was destroyed, Jiang Fengmian and Madam Yu were gone, and Jiang Cheng was gone. He is only one person, alone, without a sword, knows nothing, can't do anything!

For the first time, he realized that his power was so small. In front of the Qishan Wen Sect, this behemoth is tantamount to using a man's arm as a chariot.

Wei Wuxian's eyes were so hot that he almost burst into tears. He turned a corner of the wall, and suddenly, a figure wearing a flaming robe of Yanyang came towards him.

In a flash, Wei Wuxian captured the man.

He firmly locked the man's hands with his left hand, strangled his neck with his right hand, lowered his voice, and threatened in the most vicious and vicious tone he could come up with: "Don't make a sound! Otherwise, I can twist your throat in one fell swoop! "

This man was tightly restrained by him, and he hurriedly said, "Wei, Young Master Wei, it's me, it's me!"

It was a boy's voice. When Wei Wuxian heard it, his first reaction was, "Could it be someone I know who was undercover in the Wen family's robe?" This thought was immediately overturned by him, "No, this voice is completely deceitful and deceitful!"

He used more force on his hands and said, "Don't try to be a ghost!"

The young man said: "I...I don't play tricks. Wei Gongzi, you can look at my face."

Wei WuXian thought to himself, "Look at his face? Could it be that he has something hidden in his mouth to spray it out? Or does he have another way to do harm by showing his face?"

He twisted the man's face and turned around warily. saw this young man with clear eyes and beautiful eyes, and there was a kind of youthful handsomeness all over his body. It was the little boy they saw yesterday when they peeped inside.

Wei Wuxian said indifferently, "I don't know!"

He turned the boy's face back, continued to choke his neck, and whispered, "Who are you!"

The boy seemed a little disappointed and said, "I... I'm Wen Ning."

Wei WuXian frowned, "Who is Wen Ning?" But he thought to himself, "Whoever he is, he's a high-ranking person anyway. If you hold him in your hand, he might be able to get someone back!"

Wen Ning said indifferently, "I...a few years ago, at the Baijia Talking Festival in Qishan, I...I...she arrow..."

Hearing his hesitation, a wave of anxiety rushed into Wei Wuxian's heart, and he angrily said, "What are you?! Are you stuttering?!"

Wen Ning shrank in fright in his hands, as if he wanted to hug his head and squat down, and said softly, "Yes... yes."

Wei Wuxian: "..."

Seeing his cowardly, pitiful and stammered appearance, Wei WuXian suddenly remembered something: "The previous year's Qishan Hundred Schools Talking Festival...Hundred Schools Talking Gala...she arrow...ah, there seems to be some Such a person!"

The Qishan Hundred Schools Talking Event was the year he, Lan Wangji, Lan Xichen, and Jin Zixuan won the top four.

On that day, before the sheer arrow competition started, he was alone in the city that never sleeps.

Shaking, walking through a small garden, suddenly heard the sound of the bowstring trembling in front of me.

He passed Lin Fuye in, and saw a young man in a light white shirt standing there, drawing a bow and stringing at a target in front of him.

This young man's profile is very handsome, and his bow-drawing posture is standard and beautiful. On that target, a little red heart was already densely packed with arrows. This arrow also hit the red heart.

It's a no-brainer.

Wei Wuxian applauded, "Good archery!"

The young man was hit by one arrow. He pulled out a new feather arrow from the quiver on his back, bowed his head and drew a bow, but suddenly he heard a strange voice coming from the side, his hands shook in fright, and the feather arrow fell to the ground. on the ground. Wei WuXian walked out from behind the flower garden and said with a smile, "Which son of the Wen family are you? Very good, beautiful, she is so good, I have never seen your arrows like this before..."

Before he finished speaking, the young man left his bow and arrow and ran away without a trace.

Wei WuXian was speechless for a while, then thought, "Am I so handsome? So handsome that I scare people away?"

He didn't take it to heart, he just took it as a surprise and went back to the square. The match was about to start, and the Wen family was noisy. Wei Wuxian asked Jiang Cheng, "How can they be so troublesome when they hold a talk meeting, there are dramas every day. What's going on today?"

Jiang Cheng said: "What else can happen, the number of places is limited, and we are fighting over who to play." After a pause, he said contemptuously, "The arrows of this group of Wen clan... are all rotten to a point of virtuousness, who is playing is not the same? Is there a difference between fighting and fighting?"

Wen Chao shouted over there, "One more! One more, one more! Last one!"

Among the crowd beside him, the young man in white just now also stood inside, looked left and right, and raised his hand after plucking up all his strength. But he held it too low, and he didn't shout his name like others did. After pushing and shoving for a while, no one noticed him and said strangely, "Qiong Lin? Do you want to participate too?"

The boy called "Qiong Lin" nodded, and someone else laughed and said, "I've never seen you take a bow, so what kind of competition are you participating in! Don't waste your quota."

Wen Qionglin seemed to want to justify himself, and the man said again: "It's alright, don't be greedy for freshness, this is for grades, and I don't care if I lose face."

Wei WuXian thought to himself, "Shame? If there's someone in your Wen family who can give you back some face, it'll be him."

He raised his voice: "Who said he didn't take a bow? He did, and she was very good!"

Everyone looked at him with a little surprise, and then at the boy. Wen Qionglin's face was a little pale at first, because everyone's eyes suddenly focused on him, turning red all of a sudden, and the dark eyes were staring at Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian walked over with his hands behind his back, and said, "Did you have a good time in the garden just now?"

Wen Chao also turned around and asked suspiciously, "Really? Are you a good arrow? Why have I never heard of it?"

Wen Qionglin whispered: "...I...I only practiced recently..."

His voice was low and intermittent, as if he could be cut off at any time, and he was often cut off. Wen Chao interrupted impatiently: "Okay, there's a target somewhere, hurry up and take a look at it. If it's good, go up, if it's bad, let it go."

The space around Wen Qionglin was suddenly vacated, and the hand holding the bow tightened, looking left and right as if asking for help. Wei WuXian saw his lack of self-confidence, patted his shoulder, and said, "Relax. Just do the same as before."

Wen Qionglin glanced at him gratefully, took a deep breath, drew the bow, and loosened the strings.

It's a pity that Wei Wuxian shook his head in the bottom of his heart when he pulled the bow, "The posture is wrong."

This Wen Qionglin had probably never shot an arrow in front of others, his fingertips and arms were shaking, and the arrow flew out without even hitting the target. The Wen family members who were watching from the side sneered and said, "How can she be so good!"

"I'm better than him with my eyes closed."

"Okay, don't waste time, just pick someone out to play!"

Wen Qionglin's face flushed to the bottom of his ears, and he consciously fled away without the need for others to back away. Wei Wuxian chased after him and said, "Hey, don't run! That... Brother Qionglin, right? What are you running for?"

Hearing him calling him from behind, Wen Qionglin stopped, turned his head down, looked ashamed from head to toe, and said, "...I'm sorry."

Wei WuXian asked curiously, "Why did you tell me I'm sorry?"

Wen Qionglin said guiltily, "You...you recommended me, but I embarrassed you..."

Wei WuXian said, "What do I have to be ashamed of? You didn't shove arrows in front of others before, did you? Are you nervous just now?"

Wen Qionglin nodded, Wei WuXian said, "I'm a little confident. Let me tell you the truth, you are better than your family. Of all the children of the aristocratic family I have met, the arrow skills are definitely not better than yours. Three."

Jiang Cheng walked over and said, "What are you talking about again? Three what?"

Wei Wuxian pointed at him and said, "Well, for example, he's not as good as you."

Jiang Cheng bào said angrily, "Looking for death!"

Wei Wuxian received his slap and said without changing his expression, "Really. Actually, there's nothing to be nervous about. You'll get used to it by practicing more in front of people. Next time you'll definitely be impressed."