Could it be that the two fog-faced men ambushed in this door?!

The door opened and closed, the man who dragged him in was extremely fast, and Wei Wuxian reacted even faster. He wanted to twist the man's arm with his backhand, but he immediately realized that the man was not the foggy-faced man he thought, but a body Young man in white robe.

This young man's robe is embroidered with the family crest of a certain family, and he must be a son of a noble family. At this moment, his eyes are red, his body is shaking, and his movements are flustered. After dragging him in, he grabs Wei Wuxian's neck, low The voice threatened: "Don't make a sound!"

Wei Wuxian immediately confirmed, "This person definitely doesn't recognize me."

Although it was a threat, from Wei Wuxian's point of view, this aristocratic family disciple was full of flaws and had no power to threaten. He involuntarily lost interest in resisting, but wanted to see what the man was thinking. So, he shivered along with him, and said, "...don't...don't kill me!"

The disciple of the aristocratic family said with tears in his eyes: "Shut up! Didn't I tell you to keep quiet! I'll kill you if I find out!"

"In case of being discovered"? Who is he hiding from?

Wei Wuxian kept his mouth shut, the man took a few breaths and said, "Take off your clothes!"

Wei Wuxian said, "Huh?"

The man said: "Stop talking nonsense! Do you take off or not?"

The three words "undress" were originally very bad, but this person's expression and tone were both vicious and urgent, making it impossible to think of a charming place. Wei WuXian thought to himself, "Is he hiding in the empty houses in the alley to hide from those two foggy people? He was worried that the two hadn't left yet, so he just grabbed someone to come in to change his clothes. Is it easy to escape?"

Wei WuXian said, "Big brother, I took off my clothes for you, what should I do?"

The man said angrily: "I told you to stop talking nonsense! You put on my clothes, rush out, and go to the right. I warn you, just do what I say, or you will look good!"

It turned out that not only did he have to change his clothes, but he also had to find a ghost to help him divert the two fog-faced people away.

Wei WuXian suddenly restrained his terrified look, smiled slightly, and was about to speak, but who knew that this man was running for his life in a hurry, completely unaware of his strangeness, he reached out and grabbed it. He has a coat. At this moment, the courtyard door suddenly opened wide. Lan WangJi stood at the door, holding Bichen in one hand and pushing the door in the other, watching this scene speechlessly.

Wei Wuxian kicked the aristocratic child into a daze with a flying kick, and put on his clothes in an instant, saying, "Isn't this picture a little misleading?"

Wen Ning stood behind Lan Wangji, stuck his head out, and nodded silently.

Wei WuXian smiled and briefly explained what he had just seen to the two of them. He re-tied his clothes and crouched down to shake the aristocratic boy awake. His kick was not light, and after shaking for a while, the man fell to the ground and woke up. At first glance, he saw Wei Wuxian with a pleasant face above his line of sight, and his eyes were still full of confusion. But at the second glance, I saw Lan Wangji standing beside me, and I woke up with a jolt: "Hanguang-Jun?!"

After all, in the Xianmen family, not many people recognized Mo Xuanyu's face, but not many people did not recognize Hanguang Jun Lan Wangji.

The son of the aristocratic family turned his head sharply again, and he saw Wen Ning with a blank face in his third glance, and screamed: "Ghost General!"

Finally, he shivered and pointed at Wei Wuxian, "You, you are... Wei Wuxian, the ancestor of Yiling?!"

Wei Wuxian read his series of reactions from the beginning to the end, and said dryly, "Ah, the terrified familiar god qíng, the unbelievably familiar exclamation, after so many years, it is still the same familiar routine. Yes, I It's the Yiling Patriarch Wei Wuxian."

Wen Ning nodded silently again in agreement.

The disciple of the noble family slumped on the ground, raised his head, closed his eyes and said, "Since that's the case...you...you give me a treat!"

Wei WuXian sneered openly, "I threatened to change your clothes with you just now and help you drive away the enemy, but now you have the guts to ask for something nice?"

The son of the noble family said tragically and solemnly: "Anyway, I'm going to die! Instead of taking me to the mass burial mound to make a living corpse and make a blood sacrifice, it's better to kill me with one knife and suffer less piecemeal torture!"

Wei WuXian said, "Stop. What do you mean when you say 'also'? 'also'? You're not the only one who was arrested? Where are you arrested? Mass Burial Mound? Who were you hiding just now, were they two in black? Misty Man?"

The disciple of the aristocratic family said: "I know what to ask, who else is there besides your minions? Hiding one's head and showing one's tail and sneaking, dare... dare not show your true face!"

Wei WuXian said to Lan WangJi beside him, "Look. Before I knew it, I had more minions. I didn't even know that my appeal was so powerful."

He turned to the man and said earnestly, "I'll ask you a few questions. Do you think the 'Yiling Patriarch' is a mysterious organization, this organization is omnipotent, it goes crazy every day, and can do anything Pushed on it?"

This son of a noble family probably felt that he was caught by the mad and insane big devil, and he would die without a doubt, but he had to fight bravely before he died, and suddenly became impassioned, and said with a sonorous and powerful voice, "Wei Wuxian, you have captured so many children of the aristocratic family, Do you think the major clans will let you run wild? One day, you and your cultists will be punished! Just like thirteen years ago..."

Before he finished speaking, Wen Ning suddenly shot and grabbed his neck.

Those black bloodshots on his neck crawled along the tendons to his cheeks, and his pupils kept shrinking, which was really terrifying!

When Lan Wangji saw Wen Ning bào, Bichen pulled out half an inch to prevent him from seriously hurting people's lives. Wei WuXian said, "Wen Ning, let him go."

After a moment of stillness, Wen Ning threw the aristocratic disciple to the ground.

Wei WuXian sneered, "Evil | Party cultists? Do you know how many wicked | Party cultists were on the mass grave when I had the most people back then? How did your seniors tell you? Thirty thousand Fifty thousand? Do you want me to tell the truth? Less than a hundred people!"

Wen Ning pinched the disciple of this noble family to the point where his face was flushed and he couldn't stop coughing. Wei WuXian said again, "It's still a living corpse.

After all, he slashed down with one palm, causing the aristocratic disciple to faint.

After a pause, Wei Wuxian raised his head and said, "The two fog-faced people deliberately let him go. When I was following, they clearly noticed me, but they deliberately ignored me. Most of them regarded me as this person, Have a heart to release water. What is the intention of this?"

Lan Wangji said, "Let the wind leak out."

It leaked the rumors that the ancestors of Yiling returned to the world, smashed corpses around, arrested people and returned to mass burial mounds to refine the living corpses, and prepared blood sacrifices. Whether true or not, such news and atmosphere have spread.

Wei WuXian said, "Then what's the purpose of leaking this rumor? If it's just to trap me, that scene on Jinlintai is enough, everyone in Xuanmen already hates me to the core, so why bother? ?"

Lan Wangji said, "Let's justifiably lead the major families to the mass grave."

Then, the second mass grave siege was carried out.

Wei WuXian shook his head and said, "It seems that this is the only explanation, but what's the use of this second encirclement? Encircle me? But I'm not at the mass grave now, so how can Jin Guangyao be sure that I get the news? Afterwards, I will definitely go to the mass graves? What if I just don’t go and copy things and run away? He led a bunch of large and small families to the air, wouldn’t it be in vain?”

But no matter how you think, all in all, it won't be anything good.

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji looked at each other, and both saw the next decision in each other's eyes.

He stood up slowly and said, "Is it the Mass Burial Mound? It just so happened that I haven't gone back for so many years."

Someone dares to run wild in his territory, can he act nonsense when the owner is not at home?

After making up their minds, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji took a different route and set off towards Yiling instead of leaving Moling.

Wei WuXian sat cross-legged on the donkey, and said as he swayed, "I haven't reached Moling yet, and I'm going to Yiling again. When is this tiring and tiring?"

Lan Wangji held the rope and said quietly, "There will be a day of peace."

Wei Wuxian's heart moved, and he said, "Well, there will be a day of peace."

After chatting a few words, he seemed to be casually saying: "Hanguang-Jun, speaking of which, when are you going to go into seclusion?"

Lan Wangji's figure in front of him paused for a moment, and seemed to think for a while, Wei Wuxian said, "What are you going to do after you return to seclusion?"

After a while of silence, Lan Wangji said, "I haven't thought of it yet."

Wei WuXian thought, "I didn't expect it to be just right! It's right! I'll help you figure it out!"

Ever since he met the young couple in the farmhouse who were nagging at home, Wei Wuxian had been imagining that if this matter really had a stable day, and he would go back to seclusion in the future, he would find a sparsely populated place with beautiful mountains and rivers to build a big house. , you can help Lan Wangji build a building next door. Two dishes and one soup every day, of course, Lan Wangji is best to cook, otherwise, you can only eat what he cooks, and it is best to let Lan Wangji take care of it. In front of his eyes, Lan Wangji was wearing coarse clothes, with patches on his chest and knees, and he was sitting at a handmade wooden table counting money one by one. He just... he just... he just gān what?

Wei Wuxian seriously thought about what he should do, people say firewood, rice, oil and salt, weaving and ploughing the fields, and the land is planted, then only weaving is left. Thinking about the way he was sitting in front of the loom with Erlang's legs crossed and shaking his legs, it was really frightening. Let him carry the hoe, and it would be more appropriate to call Lan Wangji weaving. Fishing and farming in the daytime, and going out to hunt at night with a sword, slaying demons and slaying demons, how beautiful. If you get bored and then pretend that there is no such thing as going into seclusion at all, the same is true of re-entering the WTO. But sure enough, it's still a little...

Lan WangJi suddenly said, "What is it?"

Wei Wuxian said, "Huh?"

Only then did he realize that he actually said the last sentence again, and immediately said seriously: "I said, Little Apple needs a little friend."

Little Apple turned his head and spit out a mouthful of saliva.

Wei WuXian slapped its donkey's head and pulled its two long ears, thinking, "Am I really sick? Or is the broken sleeve really contagious through the body? Otherwise, why do I always feel that I ...Even my delusions have become so difficult to describe. It will be a hundred and eighty years since Lan Zhan will go into seclusion. Besides, he doesn't have to live next door to me? Why do you still help me to cook and farm for me? , help me manage the accounts, help me weave? No, I forgot that farming is my job...what is this...he is not my wife!"

He stared at Lan Wangji's back carefully, and he felt some strange regrets for this: "Such a person is not my wife..."

When the two arrived at a small town in front of Yiling Mass Burial Mound, five days had passed since the Jinlintai change.

☆、Chapter 68

During this period, he also seriously thought about whether it was right to go up the mountain. If he happened to encounter a major family that came to encircle and suppress them, and insisted that he had captured the person, what should he do?

The conclusion is that whether to come or not, to save or not to save, whether he is present or not, can be insisted, there is no difference. It must be said that the difference is only the difference between "fleeing in fear of crime" and "being caught on the spot". After all, people were caught on his mountain, and the charge could not escape no matter what.

Hurry up and save the people who were caught, maybe you can save a little bit of image, catch a few foggy people and slowly torture them.

After all, there is a conclusion to be made.

Walking through the streets of Yiling Township, Wei Wuxian could only feel that his ears were full of local accents. When he was satisfied, he turned around and said, "Hanguang-Jun, remember this town."

Lan Wangji nodded lightly and said, "Remember."

Wei Wuxian smiled and said, "I know you must remember xing better than me. We met once in this town. I happened to meet you in Yiling night hunting, I said I want to invite you to dinner, I remember that too. Do not?"

Lan Wangji said, "Remember."

Wei WuXian said, "But I'm ashamed, you paid the bill in the end, haha!"

After only two laughs, he stopped.

Not because of anything else, but because he still remembered that at that time, he really brought a child with him. If he lived well until now, he would be ten years old.

Without much lingering, they quickly passed through the town.

Mass Burial Mound is located deep in the mountains of Yiling.

As if deeply infested with resentment, the trees on this hill have dark branches and leaves. From the foot of the mountain, a high wall of more than zhang was built, and the wall was engraved with dense incantations to prevent people or non-humans from entering and leaving.

The cursed wall that surrounded the entire mass grave was first built by the third-generation owner of the Qishan Wen Sect. Since it was unable to purify the overwhelming resentment of the terrain, it had to settle for the next best thing and chose the method of enclosure and isolation. This wall was once knocked down by Wei Wuxian, and now this one is a new wall that was rebuilt and reinforced by the Lanling Jin Sect.

However, when they arrived, they found that a long section of the high wall had been knocked down again.

Wei Wuxian left the donkey at the bottom of the mountain, and the three of them stepped over the rubble of the stone wall and walked up the mountain path. Not long after, saw a headless stone.

This stone shòu weighed more than 1,000 jin, guarded the mountain road for many years, covered with vine leaves and covered the depressions with moss marks. shòu's head was chopped off with a heavy axe, thrown not far away, and smashed into powder like a demonstration. The split face is brand new, revealing the snow-white stone gallbladder. After walking for a while, the other one encountered was also split in half from head to toe.

Wei Wuxian knew at a glance that these must be the Zhenshan stones that were placed on the feng shui position of the mass graves by the families after his death. This kind of stone has the ability to exorcise evil spirits, the craftsmanship is extremely demanding, and the cost is also very expensive. Now I am afraid that all of them have been destroyed by others, and it is really a waste of time.

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji walked side by side for two steps, and turned around inadvertently to see Wen Ning standing beside this stone statue, bowing his head still, and saying, "Wen Ning? What are you looking at?"

Wen Ning pointed to the base of the stone.

This stone shòu was pressed against a thick round stump. Next to the short stump, there are three smaller, shorter tree stumps scattered, which seem to have been burned by the fire, all charred.

Wei Wuxian didn't know whether to sigh or keep silent.

He had no intention of revisiting the old place.

In Wei Wuxian's life, the two most tormented years were spent in this place.He knew long ago that when he returned to the mass graves, he would definitely see these, and it was unavoidable.Knowing that he couldn't let it go, it didn't help, but his eyes couldn't help but search around these tree stumps.

Wen Ning found those ruins faster than he did, walked over, knelt on his knees, shoved his five fingers deep into the ground, grabbed a handful of soil, and held it in the palm of his hand.

He whispered: "...Sister."

A gust of cold wind swept through, and the sea of trees rustled, as if thousands of small voices were whispering.

Lan Wangji said, "Up the mountain?"