Chapter 84

Lan Wangji glanced at his waist with his right hand, and took Bichen with him. The two of them fell on the fishing boat with their swords. Wei Wuxian swayed first, and was supported by Lan Wangji, and then he asked again, "Wen What's the matter with Ning? Didn't you say come and have a look?"

Wen Ning said, "I'm sorry, son, it's my fault, I couldn't hold back..."

Jin Ling turned his sword towards him and roared, "There's no need for you to be fake here!"

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.

This cry, everyone is dumbfounded. Wei Wuxian took a step towards him in a daze, 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!"

What he held tightly in his arms was Jin Zixuan's saber, Suihua. This sword is the only thing his parents left him.

At this moment, Jin Ling, who was sobbing in front of everyone, made him seem to have seen Jiang Yanli crying when he was extremely sad. Some teenagers as old as Jin Ling are already married, and even older ones even have children. Crying is a shame for them. Crying in public, that's how aggrieved you should be.

For a while, Wei Wuxian was at a loss. He looked at Lan WangJi, as if he wanted to ask for help, but Lan WangJi had no way of knowing what to do. 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 and cast his cold eyes on the fishing boat. The cold light in his eyes swept across Wen Ning. He was about to stop on Wei Wuxian's body when Lan Wangji took a step intentionally or unintentionally, just blocking Wei Wuxian's body. shape. A Patriarch said vigilantly, "Wei Wuxian, what are you doing on that ship?"

His tone of voice was suspicious, and he clearly felt that Wei Wuxian was uneasy and kind, which made people feel extremely uncomfortable. Ouyang Zizhen said: "Sect Master Yao, why do you speak in such a tone? If Senior Wei wants to do something, I'm afraid everyone can't sit on the boat safely at all now."

As soon as these words came out, many older monks were a little embarrassed. It's true, but no one wants to hear it said that directly. Lan Sizhui immediately said, "Zizhen is right!" Several teenagers echoed in unison.

Jiang Cheng turned his head slightly and said, "Sect Master Ouyang."

The named Sect Master Ouyang's eyelids jumped along with his heart, only to hear Jiang Cheng say coldly, "If I remember correctly, the one who spoke is your son. He is really good at speaking."

Sect Master Ouyang hurriedly said: "Zizhen! Come back, come to Daddy's place!"

Ouyang Zi was really puzzled and said, "Dad, didn't you ask me to come on this ship, don't you bother you?"

Sect Master Ouyang wiped his sweat and said, "Okay! Are you not enough of the limelight today? Come here!" The son frequently speaks out for Wei Wuxian and is hated by Jiang Cheng. Jiang Cheng glanced at Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji, then took Jin Ling's shoulders back to the cabin. Sect Master Ouyang breathed a sigh of relief, and shouted to his son again: "You, you, you! The bigger you are, the more disobedient you are! You can't come over after all! If you don't come, I'll go and arrest you!"

Ouyang Zi was really concerned and said, "Father, you should go in and rest too. Your spiritual power hasn't recovered yet, so you definitely won't be able to come here, so don't take your sword rashly."

Right now, most of the people's spiritual power is still slowly recovering, and the reluctance of Edgeworth might fall headfirst, so they can only take the boat. Sect Master Ouyang is extraordinarily tall and burly, and now he really can't fly over to catch him, his son is so angry that he throws his sleeves into the cabin. Nie Huaisang laughed out loud on the other boat, and the other patriarchs looked at him and were speechless, but those who should be dispersed also dispersed one by one. Seeing this, Wei Wuxian let out a long sigh of relief. After this breath of relief, his face was suddenly occupied by an extremely tired look, and he tilted to one side.

It turned out that his shaking just now was not due to the instability of the fishing boat, but that he was so exhausted that he could not stand still.

The youngsters didn't think that his body was bloodied and terrifying, and wanted to help him with all his might as he had helped Lan SiZhui just now. But there was no need for them at all, Lan Wangji bent down slightly, put one arm around his arm, and slapped his knee with the other, and suddenly hugged Wei Wuxian horizontally.

He just hugged Wei Wuxian and walked into the cabin. There was no place to lie down in the cabin, only four long wooden benches, Lan Wangji put one hand around Wei Wuxian's waist, put his head on his shoulder, and put the four benches together with the other hand. Zhang could lie down as wide as he could, and gently put Wei Wuxian on top.

Lan SiZhui suddenly realized that even though Hanguang-Jun was covered in blood, the bandage that Wei WuXian had torn with his sleeve to bandage a small wound on him was still well knotted and tied on the fingers of his left hand.

Before he had time to pay attention to his appearance, Lan Wangji took out the handkerchief and slowly wiped off the blood clots on Wei Wuxian's face. In a short time, a snow-white handkerchief was dyed black and red. And he wiped Wei Wuxian's face, but not his own.

Lan Wangji hurriedly presented his handkerchief with both hands and said, "Hanguang-Jun."

Lan Wangji took it, lowered his head, wiped his face with a handkerchief, and the snow turned white, and the boys breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, Hanguang-jun wants to look like ice and snow, and it is normal to look at it.

Ouyang Zizhen said: "Hanguang-Jun, why did Senior Wei fall?"

Lan Wangji said, "I'm tired."

Lan Jingyi wondered, "I thought Senior Wei would never get tired!"

The other youngsters were also a little bit incredulous. The legendary Yiling Patriarch was so tired from dealing with the walking corpses that they all thought that the Yiling Patriarch should be able to solve it by simply hooking his fingers. Lan WangJi shook his head and said only three words: "It's all human."

All are people. How can people not get tired, how can they never fall down.

The bench was all put together by Lan WangJi, and all the teenagers could only squat in a circle. If Wei Wuxian was awake, gags and jokes, after teasing this and that, it would be very lively in the cabin at the moment, but right now he was lying, and only Hanguang-Jun was sitting beside him with his waist straight. Generally speaking, someone should be chatting a few words to liven up the atmosphere, but Lan WangJi didn't speak, and others didn't dare to speak. After squatting for a while, the cabin was still dead silent.

All the teenagers slandered: "...It's so boring."

They were so bored that they started to make eye contact: "Why doesn't Hanguang-jun say a word? Why is Senior Wei still awake?"

Ouyang Zizhen put his hands on his cheeks, pointed to this, pointed to that, and said, "Hanguang-jun has always been like this without saying a word, how can Senior Wei bear to stay with him all day..."

Lan SiZhui nodded solemnly and silently affirmed: "HanGuang-Jun, it has always been like this!"

Suddenly, Wei Wuxian frowned and tilted his head to one side. Lan WangJi slightly straightened his head to avoid twisting his neck. Wei Wuxian murmured, "Lan Zhan."

Everyone thought he was about to wake up, and they were overjoyed, but Wei Wuxian's eyes were still tightly closed. Lan WangJi said as usual, "Yes. I'm here."

Wei Wuxian was silent again, as if he was very at ease, rubbed against Lan Wangji and continued to sleep. Several teenagers stared blankly at the two of them, and for some unknown reason, they suddenly blushed. Lan SiZhui stood up first and stammered, "Han, HanGuang-Jun, let's go out first..."

They almost fled, rushed to the deck, and when the night wind blew, the feeling of panic just now dissipated. One person said: "What's going on, why are we rushing out! Why!"

Ouyang Zizhen covered his face and said, "I don't know what's going on, but I suddenly felt that it was inappropriate to stay inside!"

Several people pointed at each other and shouted: "Why are you blushing!"

"I'm blushing when I see you blush!"

Wen Ning didn't help Wei Wuxian from the beginning, didn't follow him into the cabin, and squatted on the deck. Everyone just thought it was strange, why he didn't go in, only now did he realize that the ghost general was so wise.

There is no room for a third person here!

Seeing them come out, Wen Ning seemed to have expected it, and vacated a squatting position for them. However, only Lan SiZhui walked over and crouched down beside him. Several teenagers muttered on the other side, "Why does SiZhui and General Ghost seem to know each other very well?"

Wen Ning said, "Master Lan, can I call you A Yuan?"

All the teenagers were horrified: "...The ghost general is actually a familiar!"

Lan Sizhui said happily, "Yes!"

Wen Ning said, "A Yuan, how have you been all these years?"

Lan SiZhui said, "I'm fine."

Wen Ning nodded and said, "Hanguang-Jun must be very kind to you."

When Lan Sizhui heard him mention Lan Wangji with respect, he felt more and more close, and said, "Hanguang-Jun treats me like a brother and a father, and he taught me all my qin."

Wen Ning said, "Hanguang-Jun, when did you start taking you?"

After thinking about it for a while, Lan Sizhui said, "I can't remember, maybe it was when I was four or five years old. I don't have much memory of things that are too small. But when I was younger, Hanguang-Jun shouldn't be able to take me. , It seems that for several years, Hanguang-Jun was in retreat."

He suddenly thought that when Hanguang-Jun was in seclusion, the first mass burial mound was encircled and suppressed during that period.

Inside the cabin, Lan WangJi looked up at the door that the juniors had dashed out, and then looked down at Wei WuXian, whose head was tilted to one side. Wei Wuxian frowned again, turning his head back and forth as if uncomfortable. Seeing this, Lan Wangji stood up, walked over and bolted the wooden latch, then came back and sat next to Wei Wuxian, lifted his shoulders, and gently put him against his arms.

This time, Wei Wuxian's head finally stopped shaking, cradling in front of his chest, and finally found a comfortable sleeping position. Seeing him calm down, Lan Wangji lowered his head and stared at the face of the man in his arms, his long black hair fell down, and suddenly, Wei Wuxian closed his eyes and grabbed his collar, and his five fingers just caught his forehead.

He grasped it tightly, and Lan Wangji grabbed the end of the wiper and pulled it, but instead of pulling it out, Wei Wuxian's eyelashes trembled, and he woke up after a while.

When Wei Wuxian slowly opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the wooden board above the cabin. He sat up, Lan Wangji was standing in front of a wooden window in the cabin, looking at the bright moon at the end of the river.

Wei WuXian said, "Hey, Hanguang-Jun, did I faint just now?"

Lan WangJi said calmly, "Yes."

Wei Wuxian said again, "Where are you wiping your forehead?"

"..."

After asking, Wei Wuxian bowed his head again and asked curiously, "Hey, what's going on, it's actually in my hands?"

He rolled his legs off the bench and said, "I'm so sorry. I like to hold things when I sleep, otherwise I like to scratch. I'm sorry, here it is."

Lan WangJi was silent for a moment, then took the forehead wipe he handed him, and said, "It's nothing."

And Wei Wuxian could not bear to laugh until he was hurt. Just now, he really wanted to fall asleep for a moment, but he was not so weak that he fainted. Who would have guessed that he was only crooked, Lan Wangji quickly and incoherently copied him up, Wei Wuxian was embarrassed to open his eyes and said, "You don't have to do this, I can stand by myself." And he didn't want to be put down either. Why stand when you can be hugged?

Wei Wuxian stroked his neck, feeling complacent and regretful in his heart, "Hey, Lan Zhan is really... if I knew I wouldn't wake up, I continue to be dizzy, and I can lie down in his arms all the way."

At the time of Yin, arrive at Yunmeng.

In front of the gate of Lotus Pier and on the pier, the lights are bright, reflecting the golden water on the water. In the past, this pier rarely had the opportunity to gather so many large and small ships at once, not only the guards in front of the gate, but even the old men who were standing by the river with stalls selling late-night snacks were stunned. Jiang Cheng disembarked first, and explained a few words to the guards, and immediately countless heavily armed disciples poured out of the gate. Everyone disembarked in batches, and the guests of the Yunmeng Jiang Sect arranged for them to enter. Sect Master Ouyang finally caught his son, and he dragged him away while whispering a lesson. Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji walked out of the cabin and jumped off the fishing boat.

Wen Ning said, "Young Master, I'll be waiting for you outside."

Wei Wuxian knew that Wen Ning would not enter the gate of Lotus Pier, and Jiang Cheng would never let him in, so he nodded. Lan SiZhui said, "Mr. Wen, let me accompany you."

Wen Ning said, "You accompany me?" He didn't expect it at all, and was very happy. Lan Sizhui said with a smile, "Yeah, anyway, the seniors are going in to discuss important matters, so it's useless for me to go in. Let's continue chatting. Where did we talk just now? Senior Wei really treats the two-year-old child as a radish seed. in the soil?"

Although his voice was small, the two in front had extraordinary hearing ability. Wei Wuxian staggered. Lan WangJi's brows twitched and quickly recovered. After the backs of the two disappeared at the gate of Lotus Pier, Lan Sizhui continued to whisper, "That little kid is really pitiful. However, in fact, I remember that when I was a child, Hanguang-Jun once put me in a pile of rabbits. .They're actually quite similar in some places..."