Saying that, he turned up again with disgust, and stood up holding the side of the boat. He was about to vomit again, when he suddenly saw a dark figure lying on the body of the boat under the side of the boat, half of his body dipped in the river water, and he was straightening up. Staring at him sternly.

☆、Chapter 83

In an instant, Lan SiZhui was so frightened that he swallowed everything he was about to vomit.

He just pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword, looked at it intently, and whispered: "Ghost..."

When Jin Ling in the cabin heard this, he rushed out with a sword and said, "Any ghost? Where, I'll kill you!"

Lan Sizhui said, "It's not a ghost, it's a ghost general!"

All the teenagers rushed to the deck and looked in the direction Lan Sizhui pointed. Sure enough, the black figure under the side of the ship, looking up from the bottom, was the ghost general Wen Ning.

After they got off the mass grave, Wen Ning disappeared. Who would have thought that at this moment, he would silently pick up the fishing boat again, and he didn't know how long it had been.

The teenagers were speechless for a while. Big eyes stared at each other for a long time, then one person said, "Should we call someone?"

Although everyone agreed, no one made a move.

Apart from worrying that Wen Ning would bào as soon as he shouted, it was also because they felt that the ghost generals they had seen and heard were not at all the same as the rumored ghost generals. Teenagers are fearless, so they are not afraid at all. Some people even think that Wen Ning, although he looks weird, doesn't look threatening, and he doesn't move when he is discovered, like an ignorant sea guī, which is quite interesting. . Staring at each other like this, it is three-point thrilling, seven-point exciting, and very fun.

Another teenager muttered: "No wonder I think this ship is moving slowly. It turned out that there were too many people, and it was dead and dead."

"He... what is he doing there?"

"It's not about killing us. If you want to kill it, kill it early, and you can kill it at the mass grave."

Lan Sizhui said the guess that he had kept in his heart for a long time: "Are you trying to protect us?"

His voice went on, and Wen Ning's eyes turned to his face, staring at the gentle boy for a while, the stiff pale face suddenly moved.

The son of the noble family next to Lan SiZhui was so frightened that his feet slipped, and he exclaimed, "He's up!"

Sure enough, Wen Ning's body came out of dehydration, grabbed a thick hemp rope from the deck with both hands, and began to slowly climb up!

Several teenagers scattered, panicked and ran in circles on the deck, and said indiscriminately: "He's up, up! The ghost general is up!"

"What should I do! What is he thinking about?!"

"Call someone! Quickly call someone!"

"You go and call someone, I, I, I will cut the rope!"

The young man drew his sword to chop the hemp rope, but Wen Ning had already climbed up, overturned the side of the boat, and sank on the deck. The whole fishing boat seemed to sway as he fell.

The boys drew their swords one after another and squeezed to the other side of the deck. Wen Ning stared at Lan SiZhui's face and walked towards him. Everyone immediately pointed a dozen sword tips at him, their hearts beating wildly, and they were on guard.

Lan SiZhui realized that he was coming for him, so he calmed down. Wen Ning asked him, "You, what's your name?"

Lan SiZhui was stunned for a moment, stood upright, and replied, "The younger generation is a descendant of the Gusu Lan clan, and his name is Lan Yuan."

Wen Ning said, "Lan Yuan?"

Lan SiZhui nodded. Wen Ning said, "You... do you know who gave you this name?"

The dead man was clearly devoid of expression and expression, but Lan SiZhui had an illusion, and Wen Ning's eyes seemed to light up.

He also felt that Wen Ning's heart was very excited at this moment, so excited that he even stumbled when speaking, and even he was faintly excited, as if he was about to reveal a secret.

Lan Sizhui said, "The name was naturally chosen by my parents."

Wen Ning said, "Then, are your parents still alive?"

Lan Sizhui said, "My parents died when I was very young."

A young man on the side tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "SiZhui, don't talk so much, be careful of weirdness."

Wen Ning was stunned and said, "SiZhui? Is SiZhui your name?"

Lan SiZhui said, "Exactly."

Wen Ning said, "Who got it for you?"

Lan SiZhui said, "HanGuang-Jun."

Wen Ning lowered his head and silently recited the word "SiZhui" twice. Lan SiZhui said, "General..." He originally wanted to address him as a general, but he felt it was strange, so he changed his tone and said, "Mr. Wen? What's wrong with my name?"

"Oh." Wen Ning raised his head, stared at his face, and asked incredulously, "You, you look very similar, very similar to one of my cousins."

These words really sounded like a set of words used by junior cultivators and protégés of foreign surnames to climb relatives. Lan Sizhui didn't know how to answer, and said, "Really, really?"

Wen Ning said, "Really!"

He struggled to lift the muscles at the corners of his mouth, looking like he was trying to squeeze out a smile. Looking at the appearance of "Ghost General", for some reason, Lan SiZhui's heart suddenly filled with a sense of intimacy with a strong sense of grief.

It is intimacy. He seems to have seen this scene somewhere. There is a title, it seems that it is about to break through some obstacles and earn it. As long as he blurted out that title, many other things would immediately emerge, making him suddenly enlightened. But at this moment, Lan Sizhui saw Jin Ling beside him.

Jin Ling's face was black and extremely ugly, the hand holding the sword was loose and tight, and the blue veins on the back of the hand also appeared from time to time.

It was only then that he remembered that the seemingly harmless ghost general Wen Ning in front of him was Jin Ling's father-killer enemy.

Following his gaze, Wen Ning slowly turned to Jin Ling and said, "Master Jin Rulan?"

Jin Ling said coldly, "Who is that?"

After a moment of silence, Wen Ning changed his voice and said, "Young Master Jin Ling."

Jin Ling stared at him, while the other teenagers stared at Jin Ling nervously, for fear that he would act impulsively. Lan SiZhui said, "Young Master Jin..."

Jin Ling said: "You step aside, it's none of your business."

Lan Sizhui vaguely felt that it was definitely not his business, so he stepped forward to block Jin Ling, and said, "Jin Ling, put away your sword first..."

Jin Ling's heartstrings were already tense, his eyes were blocked by him, and he couldn't help shouting, "Don't block me!"

He stretched out his hand to push, Lan SiZhui was already seasick, and the soles of his feet were weak. When he pushed him, he hit the side of the boat and almost turned over and was carried into the dark night river. Fortunately, Wen Ning lifted him and dragged him back. A group of teenagers immediately went up to help him: "Brother SiZhui!"

"Young Master Lan, are you alright? Why are you so unsolicited?"

Wen Ning said to Jin Ling, "Young Master Jin, if you come at me, Wen Ning will never resist, but Ah... Young Master Lanyuan..."

A teenager scolded: "Jin Ling, why are you like this!"

Another boy also said, "Brother SiZhui is doing it for your own good. You don't need to take the lead. Why do you still push people?"

Originally, Jin Ling thought that he had made a move, but he was stunned. It could be seen that all his peers came to help him, and they all came to accuse him. This scene overlapped with the past. Over the years on Jinlintai, he has been in such an awkward situation.

Without parents, he lived in the Yunmeng Jiang family more than the Lanling Jin family. No discipline, bad temper, everyone said he was spoiled and difficult to get along with. Obviously, he has a distinguished status. When he was a child, he didn't have children from aristocratic families who liked to play with him, and when he was older, he didn't have children from aristocratic families who were willing to follow him. No one on Jinlintai really believed that he had a future.

His eyes became more and more red, and he said loudly: "Yes! It's all my fault! I'm such a bad person! How?! You control me?! It's your turn to discipline me?!"

Suddenly, a blue light pierced the night sky above the river and came straight to the fishing boat.

The two figures both landed on the deck, and the blue light was put into the sheath.

Seeing the two of them, Lan SiZhui's heart was instantly relieved, and he said with great joy, "HanGuang-Jun! Senior Wei!"

The bloody messenger on the right let out a laugh, just when a làng called, the boat swayed, he almost fell over, and the one on the left naturally gave him a hand, and then he stood firm.

Wei Wuxian was fine, it was the first time everyone saw Hanguang-jun's unruly appearance. The white clothes on the two of them have been dyed into different shades of dark red, and the whole body exudes a bloody smell. Lan Wangji was a little more tidy, but there was only that meaningful wipe on his forehead, which was quite clean.

However, the bandage that Wei WuXian had torn from his sleeve and wrapped a small wound on him was still well knotted and tied on his left hand.

☆、Chapter 84

Wei WuXian said, "Jin Ling, put down your sword first."

Jin Ling said, "I won't let it go!"

Wei Wuxian was about to speak again, but Jin Ling suddenly burst into tears.

Everyone was stunned when he cried.

Wei Wuxian took a step towards him and said, "This...what's the matter?"

Although Jin Ling cried with tears all over his face, he still choked and said loudly, "This is my father's sword. I won't let it go!"

This sword is the only thing his parents left him.

Some teenagers like Jin Ling are already married, and some have children. Crying is a shameful thing for them. Crying in public, that's how aggrieved you should be.

Jin Ling, who was sobbing in front of everyone at the moment, made him seem to see Jiang Yanli crying when he was extremely sad, and what he was holding tightly in his arms was Jin Zixuan's golden light. long sword.

For a while, Wei Wuxian was at a loss.

At this moment, a voice came from the river: "A Ling!"

Five or six large boats surrounded the fishing boat. Each boat was full of monks, and a family owner stood on the bow. Yunmeng Jiang's big boat was on the right side of the small fishing boat, and it was the closest, and the distance between them was only five feet. It was Jiang Cheng on the side of the boat who made a sound.

Jin Ling's eyes were hazy with tears. When he saw his uncle, he wiped his face indiscriminately, sniffed, looked here, then looked over there, gritted his teeth, flew over, and landed beside Jiang Cheng. Jiang Cheng grabbed him and said, "What's the matter with you? Who bullied you!"

Jin Ling rubbed his eyes fiercely and refused to speak. Jiang Cheng raised his head, his cold eyes turned to the fishing boat, the cold light from both eyes swept over Wen Ning, just as he was about to stop on Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji took a step intentionally or unintentionally, just blocking Wei Wuxian's body shape.

A patriarch blurted out: "You dare to come back!"

Wei WuXian was still worried about Jin Ling, but when he heard this sentence, he suddenly became happy: "Why don't we dare to come back? Just now, Hanguang-jun and I helped you drive away such a huge group of corpses, why don't we Dare to come back?"

The owner was startled. Just now, he shouted without thinking, but it has become a habit over the years. When seeing the Yiling Patriarch, he must first demonstrate with a tone of condemnation, as if only in this way can he stand firm and show his correct position. Immediately he looked embarrassed.

Lan Wangji was still standing in front of Wei Wuxian, and bowed to Lan Qiren across the boat, "Uncle."

Ye Feng from the river brought up his jacket, wide sleeves, and streamers wiping his forehead. Although the white clothes were stained with blood, they still did not lose their manners. The disciples of the Gusu Lan Clan also returned their salutes neatly.

After a while, Lan Qiren replied, "Yes. How did you deal with the corpse group?"

Seeing that there was no more disappointment or blame in Lan Qiren's eyes and tone, Wei Wuxian felt a burst of joy in his heart for no reason, he couldn't help but got out from behind Lan Wangji and hurriedly replied, "Senior Lan, this is what you say. It's a long story. The two of us spent our best efforts to lead the corpse group to another mountain nine miles west of the mass grave, and set up a new formation to trap them. Then we can do nothing, we just rely on us It must be impossible to kill, so come back and tell everyone, the next jiāo will be given to you."

Wei Wuxian was in charge of the summoning flag, and was in charge of making targets to attract corpses, while Lan Wangji was in charge of killing them. They didn't think that this group of people would wait for them to come back in the Temple of Conquering Demons, so instead of going to the mass grave, they went directly to Yiling Town and asked along the road. Yunmeng went, and while Ye Yujian was chasing after him, he found the shape of the fishing boat in the sky, and fell down.

Seeing Wei Wuxian, Lan Qiren became irritable, and the color that had softened a little bit turned his brows together coldly, and scolded, "I asked him, and I didn't ask you!"

Wei Wuxian was boring, and said, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be talking nonsense, I'll shut up."

Lan Qiren became more and more angry, Lan Wangji shook his head and stood in front of Wei Wuxian again. Nie Huaisang laughed while eating jujubes on the other boat, and said to the guards beside him, "That's how it was when I was studying in Yunshen. After so many years, old... Mr. Lan still hates Wei Wuxian so deeply. Hehe. ."

The other patriarchs watched him eat jujube and watch the play with joy, and they were all speechless: "This person is actually the patriarch like us..."

Not seeing Wei Wuxian's face anymore, Lan Qiren calmed down again and said, "We will deal with those walking corpses. We can't wait for them to harm others."

Lan Wangji nodded and said, "Thank you, uncle."

Wei WuXian thought that I wouldn't be angry if I said thank you, and followed Lan Wangji, "Thank you, Uncle... Thank you, Senior Lan."

Lan Qiren said sternly, "What else do you have to do!"

Wei WuXian said, "I heard that you are going to Lotus Pier now. Are you going there to discuss how to respond to this matter? How about adding the two of us?"

A monk said: "Wei Ying! You have made a big mistake, and today you have done a good thing. But...but if you want us to marry you, it is absolutely impossible."

Wei WuXian said, "No one asked you to marry me! However, let's be in the same camp now. The big man who planned to besiege you today has a tiger talisman in his hand. Have you dealt with it?"

The masters looked at each other. It's true that what Wei Wuxian said is true, they really need Wei Wuxian who has this path, and the Yiling Patriarch should not be considered an enemy now. But after so many years of shouting, shouting and killing, asking them to cooperate with him all of a sudden would not be able to save face.

Wei WuXian said bluntly, "You don't have to worry about me taking revenge. Feel free to take revenge. There's no need to repay your kindness without revenge, as long as you meet me on the road in the future and pretend you didn't see it, okay?"

Hearing this, a young man on the side shook his head and said, "Repay your kindness, and take revenge for revenge. Just remembering revenge but not kindness, what is this?"

Hearing his words "What is this?", many people's faces turned dark red. Lan SiZhui immediately said, "Zizhen is right!" There were also several teenagers who sparsely agreed. These are the children of aristocratic families who were taken by Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji when they were in Yicheng. Now they are standing on the same fishing boat as them, and they openly support them. Jiang Cheng said to a patriarch who was on the same boat with him, "Sect Master Ouyang."