Chapter 66

After going down the mountain road, he took a hidden path and left Yunshen at an unknown place. He walked further and further away, until he completely left the usual activities of the Gusu Lan Clan. Wei WuXian suddenly said, "Aiya, my stomach hurts."

Lan WangJi stopped immediately and said, "Rest and change the dressing."

Wei WuXian said, "No. I'll just sit on it."

Lan Wangji said, "You sit."

Wei WuXian said with a bitter face, "But the movement of getting on the donkey is too big, I'm afraid I'll cause a wound."

His wounds have already healed, and this sentence is clearly a joke. Lan Wangji stopped, turned around, looked at him, suddenly stretched out his hand, avoided the injured position, hugged his waist, lightly lifted him, and placed him on Xiao Apple's back.

One of the two was riding a donkey and the other was walking by the road. Wei Wuxian sat on Little Apple's back, his eyes crooked with a smile. Lan Wangji said, "What?"

Wei Wuxian said, "It's nothing."

As if he had done a small bad thing, he was a little proud.

Although he didn't remember many things from his childhood, there was a scene that was always vaguely imprinted in his mind.

A small road, a little donkey, three people. A man in black lightly lifted a woman in white, picked it up, put it on the back of the little donkey, and then lifted a small child high and carried it on his shoulders.

He was that little kid who couldn't get legs. Sitting on the shoulder of the black-clothed man, he suddenly became very tall and majestic, grabbing the man's hair for a while, rubbing his face for a while, his legs fluttering, and his mouth was screaming. The woman in white sat swayingly on the back of the donkey, looking at them, as if smiling. The man was always silent and didn't like to talk. He just supported him, made him sit higher and more stable, and held the rope of the donkey with one hand. The three were crowded on a path and walked slowly forward.

This is one of his few memories.

Those are his father and mother.

Wei WuXian said, "Lan Zhan, hold on to the rope."

Lan Wangji said, "Why?"

Little Apple is very smart, but it's not that he can't follow people. Wei WuXian said, "Have a face, let me hold you."

Although he still couldn't understand why Wei Wuxian's smile was so bright, Lan Wangji still pulled up the reins of Little Apple according to his words and held it in his hand.

Wei Wuxian muttered to himself, "Hmm. It's just a little short."

Lan Wangji said, "What?"

Wei WuXian whispered, "It's nothing. Lan Zhan, you are such a good person."

Going to Yiling, the future is clearly uncertain, and even the evil is greater than the good, but Wei Wuxian is not nervous at all, riding a small flower donkey, with Lan Wangji in front of him leading the rope, his heart is full of air, and his freedom is like flying through the clouds. I just feel that even if a bunch of big and small families are immediately killed off the roadside, it is not a big deal except for the bad people's interest. Even in the mood to admire Noda under the moonlight, he even pulled out the bamboo flute around his waist. Naturally, he blew a melody.

The sound of the flute was clear and clear, Lan Wangji's footsteps were stagnant, and Wei Wuxian's heart suddenly lit up.

He said: "Lan Zhan! Let me ask you, what was the name of the song you sang to me at the bottom of the Xuanwu Cave in Muxi Mountain?"

Lan Wangji looked at him and said, "Why do you suddenly remember to ask this?"

Wei WuXian said, "Just tell me, what's your name? I seem to have guessed how you recognized me."

That night on Dafan Mountain, the tune he blew out by ghosts and gods was exactly the melody that Lan Wangji sang softly beside him when he was drowsy and had a low-grade fever at the bottom of the Xuanwu Cave when Muxi Mountain slaughtered!

Lan Wangji was silent, Wei Wuxian urged, "Tell me, what song? Who composed it?"

Lan Wangji said, "Me."

Wei WuXian said, "You did it?!"

Lan Wangji said, "Mm."

Wei WuXian originally thought that the tune was a secret tune that Gusu Lan did not pass down, but he was surprised and delighted. He didn't need to say what he was surprised about, but he couldn't tell what he was happy about. He tentatively said: "You really recognize my words like this, that is to say - this song, you have never listened to others?"

Lan Wangji said, "Never."

Wei Wuxian was delighted and kicked Little Apple violently. Little Apple screamed angrily, as if he wanted to kick him off, Lan Wangji quickly tightened the rope. Wei Wuxian put his arms around Little Apple's neck and said, "It's alright, it's just like that, it only flicks a couple of times. Let's continue. Then what's its name?"

Lan Wangji said, "What do you think?"

Wei WuXian said, "What do I think? Does it have a name?" He murmured in his heart, didn't Lan Zhan have the same name as Jiang Cheng? impossible! He said, "Are you asking my opinion? I think it's better to call..."

After more than 80 carefully chosen names were rejected by Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian's interest finally diminished.

In order to prevent them from bumping into the cultivator who was searching on the road, the two chose all the remote country lanes. After walking for a day, Wei Wuxian felt a little tired and thirsty, and when he saw a farmhouse beside the road, Lan Wangji restrained Little Apple.

There was no answer to the knock on the door, and when I pushed it again, the door actually opened by itself. There was a handmade wooden table in the center of the yard, and there was a pot of unpeeled beans on the table. Beside the earth wall was a tall stack of straw, with a rake stuck in it, and chickens all over the ground ran around pecking at the rice.

Wei Wuxian saw a few melons piled up in the corner of the yard, walked over to hug one, and said solemnly, "Master is not here, Hanguang-kun, let's do it ourselves."

Lan WangJi was about to take out the money and put it on the table when footsteps came from outside the wall. One after the other, the master should come home. Wei WuXian somehow threw Lan WangJi behind the straw when he heard the footsteps.

Thanks to Lan Wangji's calmness and calmness, he was not thrown out by his sudden pounce. But he obviously didn't understand why he was hiding, so Wei Wuxian also thought: "Yeah, why are we hiding? The villagers in this country won't recognize us, frankly speaking, why don't we just come to buy food? Maybe it's because we do too many bad things. I'm used to it."

However, with this one blow, Lan WangJi was crushed on the soft straw. This semi-forced posture made him feel a strange excitement. He didn't get up at all, pretending to be deep He raised his index finger and motioned Lan WangJi to keep quiet, then pretended it was a last resort, and lay on top of him with peace of mind, full of indescribable joy.

There was a sound of pushing the wooden stool from the yard, and the two farmers seemed to be sitting down at the small wooden table. A female voice said, "Second brother, give me a hug."

Hearing this "Second Brother", Lan WangJi was slightly startled.

At this moment, a male voice said, "Just peel the beans." Then came the child's sleepy muttering.

It seems that this is a young couple. The wife is preparing dinner while the husband is holding the sleeping child.

Wei WuXian blinked his left eye at Lan WangJi with a smile, and said in a low voice, "It's a coincidence that the owner of this farmhouse is also a 'second brother'."

He raised the end of his words, showing a sense of joking. Lan Wangji gave him a heavy look and turned his head away. Wei Wuxian's heart froze, he leaned into his ear and whispered, "Second Brother Lan."

Lan WangJi's breathing seemed to stagnate for a beat, and there seemed to be a warning in his eyes as he looked over.

In the yard, the wife smiled and said, "You can't hold him. I woke him up later, so I didn't want to coax him."

The husband said, "He's been playing crazy today. He's exhausted. He can't wake up now."

The wife held the beans in her hands, and said, "Second brother, you really have to discipline Abao well. He's only four years old, and he'll be fine when he grows up. The children cried a few times, saying: I don't want to play with him anymore."

The husband said, "But I still take care of it every time. I say I don't want to, but I really want to play with him."

Wei WuXian said with a puff, "Second Brother Lan, what do you think of this sentence? Do you agree?"

Lan Wangji said, "Stop talking."

They are so loud that ordinary people can't hear them at all. The young couple was chattering about family affairs, and Wei Wuxian was already close to Lan Wangji's ear, and he shouted seven or eight softly and softly, 'Second Brother Lan'. Lan Wangji seemed to have finally Unable to bear it any longer, he turned over.

His movements were fast and steady, the haystacks remained motionless, but Wei Wuxian had already been pinned down by him.

Lan WangJi whispered, "Call again, silence."

Wei Wuxian reached out to his face, and Lan Wangji grabbed his wrist. Wei WuXian said solemnly, "HanGuang-Jun, you wiped your forehead with straw."

Hearing this, Lan Wangji slowly let go. Wei Wuxian helped him take off the tiny straw, put it in front of him, and said proudly, "Look, I didn't lie to you."

It wasn't long before I heard the young wife say, "But even so, you can't let A Bao bully others."

Her husband said leisurely: "You let him go, little boy, don't bully whoever he likes, just want others to watch him."

Hearing this, Wei Wuxian smiled.

At this time, it seemed that the young child woke up and muttered a few words in a milky voice, and the husband and wife hurriedly coaxed him together. After teasing for a while the child fell asleep again, the young woman said: "Second brother, I told you just now that I want you to discipline Bao, not only because of this, but also because of the recent unrest, you should let him not play around, every day come back earlier."

The husband said: "I know. Is it because the old graves near the village have been dug up these days?"

The wife said: "I heard that not only in the vicinity of our village, but also in the city, there are many ancestral graves. It's too evil. It's better for Bao to play at home and not always go out."

The husband said, "Well. If you meet that Yiling Patriarch, that would be bad."

Wei Wuxian: "..."

The young woman said softly: "I have heard the story of the Yiling Patriarch since I was a child, and I thought that 'If you don't obey, let the Yiling Patriarch come back to you, and catch you to feed the ghosts' are adults coaxing children to play with them. , Who knows that this person really exists, and he actually came back."

The husband said, "Yes. As soon as I heard about the digging of graves, I thought of him. Sure enough, there was a lot of buzz in the city."

Being tied to himself and "digging graves", Wei Wuxian had no choice but to do nothing. To be honest, he has done a lot of this kind of thing before. The most famous one was when he dug three feet into the ground and turned the cemeteries of the ancestors of the Qishan Wen clan upside down, turning all the corpses into corpse puppets in the middle of the Sun Shooting Conquest. And every time he killed a Wen family cultivator, he also turned them into puppets, and then drove them to kill his relatives and friends during his lifetime. In the expedition to shoot the sun, these deeds are inspiring and full of praise. However, the longer the Sun Shooting Conquest passed, the more contemptible it became when others mentioned it. Not only other people, but even himself thinking about it later, felt that it was too much. In addition, his identity was only revealed a few days ago, and he can't complain that when people hear that graves are being dug in various places, they all think that the Yiling Patriarch did it.