Chapter 20 Yang Yang Fifth 2

Immortals from aristocratic families often go out for night hunting, and they often call in front and back, which is very pompous. But Lan Wangji is always alone, and this arm is wicked and weird. A little carelessness may cause harm to others. He did not bring the family or other disciples, but only brought Wei Wuxian with him, staring at him. Stare more and more tightly.

Wei Wuxian originally wanted to find a chance to escape when he went down the mountain to investigate, but he tried to escape many times on the way. He changed his strategy and tried his best to stick and stick to Lan Wangji's machine. Especially at night, he crawled up to Lan Wangji's machine without a hitch, hoping that Lan Wangji would be so disgusted that he couldn't take it anymore and hurriedly slashed him away. But let him go crazy from east to west, Lan WangJi remained unmoved. As soon as Wei Wuxian got into his bed, he lightly slapped Wei Wuxian's whole body stiffly, then tucked Wei Wuxian into another bed, and slept in an orderly position until dawn. Wei Wuxian suffered several losses, and woke up with a sore waist and weak legs, and couldn't help thinking: "This person has grown up, and he's more boring than before. He used to be ashamed of teasing him, and he was so ashamed. It's fun. But now, not only is the wind still in motion, but also learned to fight back, it's really outrageous!"

Following the guidance of the left hand, the two went all the way to the northwest. A daily ensemble piece of "Rest in Peace" is used to temporarily ease its anger and murderous aura. Walking to the vicinity of Qinghe, the arm's guiding posture that had been maintained for a long time suddenly changed, withdrew the index finger and formed a fist with five fingers.

This means that what this hand is guiding is nearby.

As they walked and visited, they came to a small town in Qinghe. It was daytime, and the streets were very lively with people coming and going. Wei Wuxian followed behind Lan Wangji, when suddenly a pungent scent of fat powder hit his face.

Getting used to smelling the light sandalwood on Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian was stung by the smell and blurted out, "What are you selling? This smell."

The aroma came from a Jianghu Langzhong in a Taoist robe with a face full of deceit. Carrying a box on his back, he sold some gadgets to passersby, and when he saw someone asking, he happily said, "Everything is sold! Rouge gouache is good and cheap. Master, take a look?"

Wei Wuxian: "Okay, let's see."

Lang Zhong said: "Bring it for the lady at home?"

Wei Wuxian smiled, "I use it myself."

"..." Lang Zhong's smile froze, and he said, "Take me for entertainment?!"

Before the attack, he saw another young man folded back and said expressionlessly: "Don't make trouble if you don't buy it."

This man is extremely handsome and elegant, with a white robe that wipes his forehead better than snow, his eyes are pale, and a long sword hangs on his waist. This Langzhong is a fake Taoist priest. He knows only a little about the family of the Xuanmen family. He recognizes the family crest of the Gusu Lan family. Wei WuXian said, "What are you running for? I really want to buy it!"

Lan Wangji said, "Do you have the money to buy it?"

Wei WuXian said, "You can give it to me if you don't have any money." He put his hand into his arms. He didn't expect to take out anything, but in three or two strokes, he really asked him to take out a delicate, small and heavy purse.

It didn't look like something Lan Wangji had brought with him, but these days, Lan Wangji had more than one or two things that made him bizarre. Wei Wuxian didn't think it was strange, so he left with the money bag. . Sure enough, Lan Wangji let him take it and let him go, without a single word of dissatisfaction. If he hadn't asked himself to have a little understanding of Lan Wangji's character and cleanliness, and Hanguang-Jun's reputation had always been terrifyingly good, he would almost have wondered if there was some kind of indiscretion between Lan Wangji and Mo Xuanyu. Also messed up.

Otherwise, why would he be able to endure it even after he did it? !

After walking for a while, Wei Wuxian inadvertently looked back, Lan Wangji was left behind by him, still standing there, looking at him.

Wei Wuxian's footsteps slowed down involuntarily.

For some reason, he vaguely felt that he shouldn't have walked so fast, leaving Lan Wangji behind him.

At this time, someone shouted: "Patriarch Yiling, one piece of Wuwen, three pieces of ten!"

Wei Wuxian: "Who?!"

He hurriedly went to see who was betraying him, but it was the fake Taoist priest from the Jianghu Langzhong just now. He put away the low-quality rouge powder, and took a sticker of the evil Simon God, and said: "Five cents a piece, ten cents and three, this price can't buy it, it can't be bought, it can't be fooled! Three pieces are good. One is posted on the gate and the other is posted In the hall, the bed head is the last one. The evil spirit is heavy and evil, and the evil is used to fight the evil, and it is guaranteed that no monsters will dare to approach!"

Wei WuXian said, "The bullshit! You're so smart, you sell five cents each?!"

Lang Zhong said, "Why is it you again? Buy it or not. If you want to spend fifty cents each for this, I'd like to."

Wei WuXian flipped through the "image of the Yiling Patriarch Suppressing Evil", he really couldn't accept that the strong man with blue face, fangs, protruding eyes and sinews in the painting was himself.

He argued with reason, "Wei Wuxian is a well-known and beautiful man, what are you drawing?! If you haven't seen a real person, don't scribble and mislead your children."

When that man was about to speak, Wei Wuxian suddenly felt the wind blowing from behind him, so he dodged.

He escaped, but this Jianghu Langzhong was kicked out, knocked down the windmill stalls on the street, and was in a hurry. This man was about to scold him, but when he saw that the young man who kicked him was a young man with golden light all over his body, he was either rich or expensive. But he was unwilling to be kicked for no reason, and said weakly, "Why did you kick me?"

That little son was Jin Ling, he held his hands and said coldly, "Kick you? Anyone who dares to say the words 'Wei Wuxian' in front of me, he should kneel down and be grateful if I don't kill him. Still yelling at ghosts in the street. Looking for death!"

Wei WuXian didn't expect Jin Ling to appear here, and he didn't expect him to be so domineering. I have learned a lot about my father’s bad points, but my mother’s good points have not. If I don’t beat him, I will suffer a lot in the future.” Seeing that Jin Ling didn’t seem to be angry enough, he took two steps towards the man on the ground. He interjected: "Jin Ling!"

Na Langzhong did not dare to make a sound, and his eyes were full of gratitude. As expected, Jin Ling turned to Wei Wuxian, and said contemptuously, "You haven't escaped yet? That's fine."

Wei WuXian smiled and said, "Oh, I really don't know who was pressed to the ground last time and couldn't get up?"

Jin Ling sneered and blew a short whistle. Wei WuXian didn't understand what he meant, but after a while, there was a sound of beast panting in the distance.

He turned his head and saw a half-human-height black-maned spirit dog turned out of the street corner and rushed towards him. The screams on the long street were closer and louder: "The evil dog is biting!"

Wei Wuxian's expression changed suddenly, and he ran away.

Ashamed to say, the Yiling Patriarch falsely claimed to be invincible, but in fact he was shy when he saw a dog. This is also helpless. When he was not picked up by Jiang Fengmian when he was young, he was in the wild and often grabbed food from the mouth of a vicious dog. After biting and chasing him several times, he suffered a lot, and gradually he was scared to death for dogs, big and small. For this reason, Jiang Cheng laughed at him a lot. It is not only shameful to say this, but few people will believe it, so it is not widely spread. Wei WuXian almost lost his mind when he suddenly saw a white shadow with a long jade body in his eyes, and hurriedly called out, "Lan Zhan save me!"

Jin Ling chased after this place, and when he saw Lan Wangji, he was shocked: "Why is this lunatic with him again?!" Lan Wangji is serious and unsmiling, even many of his peers in Xianmen see him in their hearts. Frightened, let alone these juniors. Its intimidating power is even greater than that of Lan Qiren back then. That dog had been strictly trained, and was of extraordinary quality. It was very spiritual, and it seemed to know that this person could not be wild in front of him.

This black-maned spirit dog was a rare breed given to Jin Ling by Jin Guangyao. Ordinary people who heard that it was sent by Lianfangzun would dare to neglect, but Lan Wangji was not an ordinary person. He doesn't care who the gift is or who the dog stalker is, how to treat it and how to deal with it, he will be severely punished. Jin Ling was caught by him chasing people on the street, his heart was cold, and he secretly said: "It's dead, he must kill my hard-trained spirit dog, and then give me a hard lesson!"

Unexpectedly, Wei Wuxian plunged his head under Lan Wangji's arm and got behind him, wishing that he could climb up the long and jade pole with his whole body, and climb up to the genius. Lan Wangji was surrounded by his hands, as if his entire body froze. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jin Ling made two short whistles and fled with his black-maned spirit dog.

The man on the ground struggled to stand up, and said with lingering fear: "The world is getting worse, and the children of the noble family today are really amazing! It's amazing!"

Hearing that the dog bark was gone, Wei Wuxian also walked out from behind Lan Wangji, and agreed with his hands as if nothing had happened, "That's right, the world is getting worse, and people's hearts are not ancient."

Now that Langzhong saw him as if he had seen a life-saving benefactor, he repeatedly complied, as a token of gratitude, and threw the stack of "Yiling Patriarch Suppressing Evils" into Wei Wuxian's hands like a hot potato: "Brother, thank you just now! This right should be a thank you. If you sell it at a reduced price, you can sell it for three cents a piece, and you can sell it for three hundred in total."

Lan Wangji glanced at the strong man with green face and fangs in the portrait, and declined to comment. Wei Wuxian didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he saw that his price was getting lower and lower: "Is this a thank you gift? I really want to thank him, and make him look better for me!... Stop it, I have something to ask. You are here. Buying and selling, have you heard anything strange? Or seen a vision?"

Lang Zhongdao: "A strange thing? If you ask me, you are right. I am stationed here all the year round, and they are called Qinghe Baixiaosheng. What kind of strange thing?"

Wei WuXian said, "For example, the demons are in trouble, the mysterious case of dismembering the corpse, the tragic event of destroying the family."

Lang Zhongdao: "There isn't one here, but if you go five or six miles ahead, there is a mountain called Xinglu Mountain. I advise you not to go."

Wei Wuxian said, "How?"

Lang Zhongdao: "This Xinglu Ridge is also nicknamed 'Eating People Ridge', what do you say?"