Many people sneered and muttered, "The thief shouts to catch the thief".

Wei WuXian knew that arguing was futile, so he was not in a hurry, he snorted slightly, and said, "However, the battle you have come here seems to be a bit shabby, and you are missing two important people. I dare to ask you all, such a grand event, Why didn't Lianfangzun and Zewu-Jun come?"

Su She sneered: "Hmph, Lianfangzun and Zewu-Jun were assassinated by unknown people in Jinlintai the day before yesterday. Both of them were seriously injured and are still under treatment. Why do you need to ask?"

Hearing that Lan Xichen was "severely injured", Lan Wangji moved slightly, and Wei Wuxian was also shocked.

At this moment, a small voice suddenly said: "Dad, I think, maybe he really didn't do it. Last time in Yicheng, he saved us. This time I see him, it seems that he is also here to save us. of……"

Looking at this voice, it was a child of an aristocratic family who had just plunged into his father's ribs, and that young and somewhat childish face was indeed familiar. However, his father immediately rebuked his son: "Children, don't talk nonsense! Do you know what the occasion is? Do you know who it is!"

Looking back, Wei Wuxian calmly said, "Understood."

He knew from the start that no matter what he said, no one would believe it. What he denies can be added; what he admits can be distorted.

Originally, Lan Wangji's words were quite weighty, but after getting involved with him, he was afraid that he would also become the target of public criticism.

I thought that there was a Lan Xichen on this side of the family, and they should be able to mediate, but who knew that neither Lan Xichen nor Jin Guangyao were present. If Jin Guangyao's original intention was to frame him and destroy him in one fell swoop, how could he not have personally fought?

If he doesn't come, he must have a more dangerous plan. "Jin Lintai was assassinated and both were seriously injured" - the genius knows what the truth is!

In the first mass burial mound that year, Jin Guangshan led the Lanling Jin clan, and Jiang Cheng led the Yunmeng Jiang clan. Lan Qiren is the head of the Gusu Lan Clan, and Nie Mingjue is the head of the Qinghe Nie Clan. The first two are the main force, the latter two are optional. Now that the Lanling Jin clan has not arrived, he has only sent people to accept the command of the Lan clan; the Gusu Lan clan is still dispatched by Lan Qiren; I don't know anything", "I don't want to gān anything," "I'm just here to make up the numbers."

Only Jiang Cheng was the same Jiang Cheng who was full of sullenness, staring at him.

But. Wei WuXian turned his head slightly, and saw Lan WangJi standing beside him with no hesitation, let alone flinching.

But—this time, he was no longer alone.

Among the thousands of cultivators, one middle-aged man couldn't hold back, jumped out, and shouted, "Wei Wuxian! Do you remember me?"

Wei Wuxian answered honestly, "I don't remember."

The middle-aged monk sneered: "You don't remember, my leg does!"

He lifted his hem at once, revealing a wooden prosthetic limb, and said, "My leg was abolished by you that night in the City of Evernight. I want you to see it to let you know that today's encirclement and suppression Among the people who belong to me, there is also my contribution. The way of heaven is good for reincarnation, and retribution will not be swayed!"

Seemingly inspired by him, another young cultivator also stood up and said, "Wei Wuxian, I won't ask you if you remember. Both my parents died by your hands, and you owe too much blood debt. , I certainly don't remember the two old people. But, I won't forget! I won't forgive!"

The third person stood up, this time, Wei Wuxian asked first, "Have I maimed you?"

The man shook his head, and Wei Wuxian asked again, "I killed your parents and destroyed your whole family?"

The man shook his head again. Wei WuXian asked curiously, "Then why are you here?"

The man said: "I have no grudge against you. I came here to fight, just to make you understand that those who risk the world's great injustice and are punished by everyone, no matter what means they use, no matter what means they use to climb out of their graves. How many times, we will send you back again. Not for anything else, just for the word 'fairness', for a 'righteousness'!"

When everyone heard the words, they applauded, cheered and cheered, and they stepped forward one by one, declaring war loudly.

"My son was killed by your lackey Wen Ning while he was intercepted by Qiong Qi Dao!"

"My senior brother rotted and died from your poisonous curse!"

"Not for anything else, just to prove that there is still justice in the world, and sin cannot be tolerated!"

"There is still justice in the world, and sin cannot be tolerated!"

Every face is filled with boiling blood, every word is righteous, everyone is righteous, impassioned, full of righteous indignation, and proud.

There is no doubt that what they are doing at this moment is a glorious feat, a great act of righteousness.

A crusade against "evil" by "justice" that is enough to be remembered and praised by thousands of people.

Just like he used to be.

☆、Chapter 69

Lan Wangji was walking on the long street with his piano in his back.

The passers-by all around paid attention to this handsome young man. The children of the Gusu Lan Clan have long been accustomed to this, and Lan Wangji has been able to turn a blind eye since he was thirteen years old.

A girl in colorful clothes hurried past him and suddenly threw something on him.

Lan WangJi's face didn't move, he quickly and incoherently caught the thing, and when he looked down, it was actually a snow-white flower bud with dew.

Lan Wangji: "..."

Just as he was silent, another graceful figure came towards him, raised his hand and threw a small light blue flower, missed it, hit him on the shoulder, and was grabbed by Lan Wangji. Looking away, the woman smiled, hiding her face and fleeing.

The third time, it was a young girl with a pair of hair combs, jumping up and down, holding a flower branch with scattered red buds in both hands, throwing it on his chest, turning around and running.

Time and time again, Lan Wangji had already picked up a bunch of colorful flowers and branches, and stood on the street without any expression. Pedestrians on the street laughed and pointed. Lan Wangji was thinking about it, when suddenly there was a slight weight in his hair, he raised his hand to touch, and a pink peony in full bloom fell on his temples impartially.

Looking up, the gauze curtain flutters above the tall building. A slender man in black was leaning on top of the red-lacquered beauty, with one hand hanging down, holding a fancy wine jug in his hand, the tassels of the jug were on his arm, and he was dàng leisurely.

Wei WuXian smiled and said, "Lan Zhan—ah, no, it's Hanguang-Jun. What a coincidence!"

Lan WangJi looked at him quietly for a moment, then said, "It's you."

Wei WuXian said, "It's me! It's me who can do such boring things, of course. Who are you looking for? If you're not in a hurry, come up and have a drink?"

A few girls gathered around him, crowded on top of the beauty, and laughed down, "Yes, sir, come and have a drink!"

It was the girls who threw flowers at him just now.

It is self-evident who ordered it.

Lan Wangji lowered his head, turned around and left. Wei Wuxian wasn't surprised to see that he couldn't flirt with him. Who knows, after a while, there is a sound of footsteps that are neither light nor heavy, neither slow nor urgent. Lan WangJi steadily climbed upstairs and placed the pile of flowers that hit him on the small case.

Lan Wangji said, "Your flower."

Wei WuXian's crooked body just sat up from the beauty's back, and crooked to the small case again, "I'll give it to you. These are already your flowers."

Lan Wangji said, "Why?"

Wei WuXian said, "No, I just wanted to see how you would react to this kind of thing."

Lan Wangji said, "It's boring."

Wei WuXian said, "It's just boring, otherwise, why would you be so bored that it drags you up... Hey, don't go, you've already come up, don't leave without a couple of drinks?"

Lan Wangji said, "No alcohol."

Wei WuXian said, "I know that drinking is forbidden. But it's not that Yun Shen doesn't know where to go. It doesn't matter if you have two drinks."

The girls immediately took out new wine glasses, filled them up, and pushed them beside the bunch of flowers. Lan WangJi still didn't mean to sit down, but he didn't seem to want to leave either.

He pondered for a moment, seemed to reconsider his words, and said, "It is very inappropriate for you to walk away at the Jinlintai Flower Banquet the night before."

Wei WuXian asked, "Am I okay?"

Lan Wangji said, "What's your holiday with Jin Zixuan?"

Wei Wuxian's brows flashed with anger.

He put the wine cup down heavily and said, "Don't mention Jin Zixuan to me!"

When the hostility gradually dissipated, he resumed his slight smile, and said, "Don't be in such a bad mood. It's rare to come to Lanling, and of course you have to taste the fine wine here. Although the wine is beautiful, it is still not as good as it is. The smile of the emperor in Suzhou is truly amazing. In the future, if there is a chance, you must hide his ten altars and eight altars and drink it all in one go-you say you, what's the matter, there is no seat. Sit, sit."

The girls shouted, "Sit down!" "Sit down!"

Lan Wangji's light-colored eyes looked coldly at these beautiful girls, and then his eyes were fixed on the dark and shiny flute around Wei Wuxian's waist, with red tassels hanging down.

Wei Wuxian raised one eyebrow, somewhat anticipating what he would say next.

Sure enough, Lan WangJi said slowly, "You shouldn't be in the company of non-humans all day long."

On the platform, the seemingly bright and bright young girls all had a hint of coldness in their eyes.

Wei Wuxian raised his hand to stop their anger and let them step aside. Shaking his head, he said, "Lan Zhan, the older you are, the more boring you are. You are so young, and you are not seventy or eighty. You are always imitating your uncle, always thinking about teaching others."

Lan WangJi said stubbornly, "It hurts the body and hurts the heart."

Wei WuXian said, "Haven't you said enough about these words when you were on the battle of the sun? It hurts my body, I'm fine now. It hurts my heart, but I haven't become too crazy."

Lan Wangji was about to say more, but Wei Wuxian had already stood up and said, "It seems that I really shouldn't invite you up, so I'm taking the liberty."

With a slight smile, he politely said: "Hanguang-Jun, see you again by chance."

When Wei Wuxian returned to Lotus Pier, Jiang Cheng was wiping his sword, raised his eyes, and said, "Are you back?"

Wei Wuxian said, "I'm back."

Jiang Cheng said, "Your face is full of bad luck, have you met Jin Zixuan?"

Wei WuXian said, "It's worse than meeting Jin Zixuan, who's that."

"Who's who?" Wei Wuxian usually refers to only one person. Jiang Cheng frowned, "Lan Wangji? Didn't he go back after the flower banquet?"

Wei WuXian said, "I didn't return. I was wandering in the street, probably looking for someone."

Jiang Cheng said, "You're also strange. You obviously broke up with him every time, so why do you always try to get rid of him every time?"

Wei WuXian said, "Count me bored?"

Jiang Cheng turned his gaze back to the sword, and said, "In the future, for occasions like the flower banquet, don't wear the sword again. It's a loss of etiquette."

Wei WuXian said, "How can I do it? You don't know, that kind of banquet will definitely require a few people to come out to compare swords. My sword is not for viewing, it must see blood when unsheathed. Quiet and worry-free, if you don't send two people to kill me, don't bother me."

Jiang Cheng said, "Didn't you love to show off your swordsmanship in front of others?"

Wei WuXian said, "It used to be a child. Who can be a child forever."

Jiang Cheng snorted and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't wear a sword. At least don't leave without permission. If you want to leave, find a reason to leave."

Wei WuXian said, "Disgusting Jin Zixuan, isn't this reason enough?"

Jiang Cheng said, "Jin Zixuan is also Jin Guangshan's only son after all. You slapped him in public and quarreled with him. What do you ask me, the head of the family, to do? Go along with you and scold him, or punish you?"

Wei WuXian said, "Only son? Isn't there another Jin GuangYao now? Jin GuangYao is much more pleasing to the eye than him."

Jiang Cheng finished wiping the sword, looked at it for a while, and then put the three poisons cha| into the sheath, and said, "What's the use of pleasing the eye. No matter how pleasing to the eye, no matter how clever, you can only be a retainer who welcomes you. There is no way to follow Jin Zi. Xuanbi's."

Wei Wuxian raised his eyebrows when he heard this, "What do you mean? I heard you talk to him that day, don't you want Senior Sister and him to re-...?"

Jiang Cheng said, "It's not impossible."

Wei WuXian said, "Isn't it possible? Have you forgotten how Jin Zixuan made senior sister sad in Langxie? Look at his father's virtue, maybe he will be like a ghost from now on, wandering all over the world to find women. He? Can you bear it?!"

Jiang Cheng said: "He dares!"

After a pause, he said again, "However, since Jin Zixuan already knew that he was wrong, it's not too late to regret it. After all, it was just a misunderstanding."

Wei Wuxian sneered, "Do you need to forgive him if you know you're wrong?"

Jiang Cheng glanced at him and said, "If you don't forgive, it's not your decision. Who told my sister to like him."

Wei Wuxian was speechless.

After talking with Jiang Cheng, Wei Wuxian went to the kitchen first, with a pot of soup simmering on the fire, and no one was there. If go to Jiang Yanli's room again, it won't be there. Finally, went to the ancestral hall, and it was there.

Jiang Yanli sat in the ancestral hall, wiping the tablets of his father and mother while speaking softly. Wei Wuxian put his head in and said, "Senior sister? Are you chatting with Uncle Jiang and Madam Yu again?"

Jiang Yanli said softly, "None of you will come, so I have to come."

Wei Wuxian walked in, sat down beside her, and cleaned the tablet together.

While wiping, he quietly looked at Jiang Yanli's profile. The more he looked at it, the more he remembered what Jin Zixuan did in Langxie, the more unhappy he felt, and he said to himself, "I haven't seen Senior Sister cry a few times since I was a child, so why should I be made to cry by that fellow. Not worth it!"

Why is it that Jin Zixuan?

Jiang Yanli said, "What do you want to tell me?"

Wei Wuxian smiled and said, "It's nothing. I'll just come in and have a roll."

Saying that, he really rolled on the ground, and Jiang Yanli asked, "Xianxian, how old are you?"

Wei WuXian said, "It's three years old."

Seeing that made Jiang Yanli laugh, he sat up and thought for a while, then said, "Senior sister, I want to ask you something."

Jiang Yanli said, "Ask."

Wei WuXian said, "Why do people like another person? I'm talking about that kind of liking."

Jiang Yanli was stunned for a moment, then asked curiously, "What do you ask me about this gān? Who does A Xian like? What kind of girl is she?"

Wei WuXian said, "No. I don't like anyone. At least don't like someone too much. Isn't that just putting a plough around your neck and tying the reins?"

Jiang Yanli said, "Well, that's right, it's almost three years old."

Wei Wuxian said, "Okay, three-year-old Xianxian is hungry and needs something to eat!"

Jiang Yanli smiled and said, "There's soup in the kitchen, let's drink it. I wonder if Xianxian has enough to get the stove?"