Chapter 112

three months later. Guangling.

On the top of a mountain, a group of villagers held torches and used agricultural tools as weapons for self-defense, and slowly surrounded a forest on the mountain.

There is a wild tomb on this mountain. It has not been very peaceful in recent months. The villagers at the bottom of the mountain have been harassed by wild tombs and ghosts. Finally, they can't bear it anymore. They invited a few monks who passed by here to go up the mountain to eradicate the evil spirits. source.

When twilight came, the insects were chirping and the half-human-high weeds rustled from time to time, as if something unknown was lurking within, waiting to strike at any time. But nervously pushing away the weeds and taking a picture with a torch is often a false alarm.

Those cultivators, armed with long swords, led the villagers carefully across the grass and into the forest.

In the forest is the wild cemetery, or the damaged tombstones of stone or wood are crooked and crooked, and the wind is miserable. Several monks looked at each other, took out the talisman, and prepared to start cleaning up the evil. Seeing their calm expressions, the situation should not be difficult, and several villagers breathed a sigh of relief.

But their breath was not completely released, when they heard a loud bang, and a bloody corpse fell onto a dirt bag in front of them.

The villagers closest to the bunker screamed, threw the torches, and rolled away. Immediately afterwards, the second, third, and fourth bloody corpses also fell down, like a rain of corpses falling from the sky. Those cultivators had never seen such a battle before, and they were shocked but not yet lost their courage. The leader shouted: "Don't run away! Don't panic! It's just a little evil..."

Before he finished drinking, he seemed to be strangled by the neck, and his voice stopped abruptly.

He saw a tree.

There was a man sitting on the tree, with a black coat hanging down, and a long black boot, swaying gently, so relaxed, so comfortable.

On this man's waist, there was a black and faint flute, with bright red tassels hanging from the bottom of the flute, which also swayed with the movements of his calf.

Several monks immediately changed color.

The villagers were already in disarray. After listening to him shout, they just took a reassurance pill, but they saw several monks all turn pale, turned around and ran away, and rushed out of the forest and down the mountain like a gust of wind. , Ignoring them, they all guessed that there must be some great evil on this mountain top, even these monks can't do anything, and in an instant, their souls flew away, and they fled as birds and beasts in an instant. A villager escaped slowly and fell at the end. His mouth was full of mud. He thought he was going to die, but suddenly he saw a young man in white standing in front of him, his eyes lit up involuntarily.

The man had a long sword hanging from his waist, and it seemed that his whole body was covered with a hazy white light. He immediately asked for help: "Young Master! This Young Master! Help, there is a ghost, hurry up and get rid of this monster..."

Before he finished speaking, another corpse landed in front of him. The bloody face of the seven orifices happened to meet him.

Just when the villager was so frightened that he almost fainted, the man said one word to him: "Go."

Although there was only one word, the villager felt an inexplicable peace of mind, as if he had received an order to avoid death, and suddenly a burst of strength surged up, got up and ran away without looking back.

The man in white looked at the bloody corpses crawling all over the forest, as if he didn't know what to say. He looked up, and the man in black who was sitting on the tree also jumped down gently and skilfully, flashed in front of him in an instant, pressed him against a tree, and said softly, "Hey, this isn't Bing Qing Yu Jie. Hanguang-Jun Lan Wangji, what are you doing on my site?"

Surrounded by bloody corpses all over the place, they were crawling around in a daze or hideously.

Only to hear this person say again: "Since you have sent yourself to the door, then I will... ah ah ah!"

Lan Wangji locked both of his wrists with one hand.

The situation was reversed, and the man in black who was restrained by him was surprised: "My God, Hanguang-jun, you are too powerful, I can't believe it, it's shocking, unbelievable, you actually subdued me with one hand, I There's no way to resist! Terrible man!"

Lan Wangji: "..."

His hands tightened involuntarily. The other party's surprise turned into panic: "Ah, it hurts. Let me go, Hanguang-jun, I won't dare next time. You don't want to catch me like this again, and you mustn't tie me up, Don't push me to the ground..."

Seeing that his words and actions became more and more exaggerated, Lan Wangji's brows twitched, and he finally interrupted, "...don't play."

Wei WuXian was eager to beg for mercy, and said in surprise, "Why, I haven't finished begging for mercy."

"..." Lan Wangji said, "You are begging for mercy every day. Stop playing."

Wei Wuxian pressed it towards him and whispered, "Isn't this what you asked for... every day is every day."

His face was very close, as if he was about to kiss Lan Wangji, but he was reluctant to put them together. Like an amorous and stubborn butterfly roaming gracefully on the dignified petals, it will not perch or kiss. After such a flutter for a moment, Lan Wangji's light-colored pupils flickered and moved slightly. It seemed that he was finally unable to hold back, and the petals that couldn't hold back were about to take the initiative to touch the butterfly's wings. Wei Wuxian suddenly raised his face and staggered his lips.

He raised his eyebrows and said, "My brother."

Lan Wangji: "..."

Wei WuXian said, "Call me big brother. If you call big brother, I'll give you a kiss."

"..." Lan Wangji's lips moved slightly.

In his life, he had never used this soft and waxy title to address others, and even to Lan Xichen, he had never called him brother with a straight face. Wei WuXian induced, "Come and listen. I've called you so many times. You can do other things after calling you a kiss."

Even if Lan Wangji was about to call out, he was defeated by Wei Wuxian after hearing this sentence, and he was unable to call out. After holding it for a while, only one sentence came out: "...I'm not ashamed!"

Wei WuXian said, "Aren't you tired of holding me with one hand like this? How inconvenient to have only one hand left to do things."

After calming down, Lan Wangji said politely, "Then may I ask, what should I do?"

Wei WuXian said, "I'll teach you. Wouldn't it be convenient for you to take off the forehead and tie my hand?"

Lan Wangji quietly watched him smiling for a while, then slowly removed his forehead and unfolded it to Wei Wuxian.

Then, he tied a knot on his hands at lightning speed, and pressed Wei Wuxian's two irregular hands on top of his head to secure it, burying his head between his neck. At this moment, a scream suddenly came from the grass.

The two separated instantly. Lan Wangji put his hand on the hilt of Bichen's sword, but did not rashly use the sword, because the exclamation just now was very crisp and delicate, obviously a child, and it would be bad if he accidentally hurt a passerby. The half-person-high grass trembled, and the traces of the grass jumping farther and farther, it seemed that it had slipped away. Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji chased after a few steps, and a woman's delighted voice came from below the hillside: "Mianmian, are you alright! How can you run around in a place like this? I'm scared to death!"

Wei Wuxian was startled, "Mianmian?"

Just thought this name was very familiar, he must have heard it somewhere, and another man's voice scolded: "Don't run around when you are hunting at night, you are still rushing forward alone, if you are eaten by ghosts, let me What are you going to do with your mother! ... Mianmian? What's wrong? Why do you look like this?" The last sentence should be asking the woman: "Qingyang, look, there is nothing wrong with Mianmian, right? Why does it look like this, right? Did you see something up there that shouldn't be seen?"

...I did see...something shouldn't have seen.

Lan Wangji glanced at Wei Wuxian, Wei Wuxian looked back at him innocently, and lip-synched, "What a sin."

He clearly didn't have any introspection and guilt that poisoned the children. Lan Wangji shook his head. The two of them left the cemetery together and turned down the slope. The three people under the slope immediately looked at them in surprise and vigilance. A man and a woman are husband and wife, both crouching on the ground, standing in the middle is a little girl with double-haired combs, about ten years old. The woman was a pretty and handsome young woman, with a sword on her waist, she saw Wei Wuxian for the first time, she immediately pulled it out, pointed at him, and shouted, "Who!"

Wei WuXian said, "No matter who it is, it's always a human being, not something else."

The woman was about to speak, but she saw Lan Wangji behind Wei Wuxian, she was startled, and said, "Hanguang-Jun?"

Lan WangJi didn't wear a forehead wipe, and for a while, she didn't dare to confirm, if it wasn't for the unforgettable face, she would have hesitated for a while. She turned her gaze back to Wei Wuxian, and was dazed for a while, then said, "Then, then you are, you are..."

The news of the Yiling Patriarch's return to the world had already spread, and it must be him who was with Lan Wangji now, so it was not surprising that he was recognized. Wei WuXian saw that she was faintly excited, and her face was familiar, and he thought, "Does this Mrs. Yuan know me? I have a grudge against her? I provoke her? No, I don't know the girl called Qingyang... Ah, Mianmian!"

Wei Wuxian suddenly said, "Are you Mianmian?"

The man stared, "Why did you call my daughter?"

It turned out that the little girl who just ran around and accidentally smashed them was Mianmian's daughter, and her name was also Mianmian. Wei Wuxian thought it was quite interesting: "One big Mianmian and one small Mianmian."

Lan Wangji bowed his head to the woman and said, "Miss Luo."

The woman brushed the loose hair on her cheeks behind her ears, and said politely, "Hanguang-Jun." She looked at Wei Wuxian again, and said, "Young Master Wei."

Wei WuXian smiled at the woman, "Miss Luo. Oh, I know your name this time."

Luo Qingyang smiled a little shyly, as if remembering the old things, very embarrassed, pulled the man up, and said, "This is my husband."

The man realized that they were not villains, his expression softened, and after a few words of greetings, Wei WuXian asked casually, "I don't know which family or sect this gentleman is from?"

The man said cheerfully: "None of them are."

Luo Qingyang looked at her husband and said with a smile: "My husband is not a member of Xuanmen, he used to be a businessman. However, he is willing to hunt with me at night..."

An ordinary person, still a man, is willing to give up his original stable life, not afraid of wandering, not afraid of danger, and dares to wander around with his wife, this is an extremely rare thing, Wei Wuxian can not help but awe.

He said, "You also came here to hunt at night?"

Luo Qingyang nodded and said, "Exactly. I heard that there are wild tombs on this hill, which are disturbing the people's livelihood. It's miserable, so I came here to see if there is anything I can help. Have you two dealt with it?"

If Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji have already dealt with it, then there is no need for others to intervene. Wei WuXian said, "You were deceived by those villagers."

Luo Qingyang was startled: "How do you say this?"

Wei WuXian said, "They said to the outside world that they were evil and innocent, but in reality, they dug the graves and robbed the tombs and discarded the bones of the deceased indiscriminately before they were attacked by the wild tomb masters."

Luo Qingyang's husband wondered: "Really? But even if you fight back, you don't have to kill several people."

Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi looked at each other and said, "This is also fake. No one was killed at all. We checked and there were only a few villagers who were digging and robbing graves and were bedridden for a while after being frightened by the ghosts, and there was another one. They escaped too hastily and broke their leg. Other than that, there were no casualties, and they made up several lives to sensationalize."

Luo Qingyang said to her husband, "It turned out to be like this? This is too shameless!"

Luo Qingyang sighed: "Oh, these people..." She seemed to remember something old, shook her head, and said, "It's like this everywhere."

Wei WuXian said, "I scared them a while ago. After this time, they probably won't dare to come up to rob the tomb. Naturally, the evil spirits won't bother them. It's solved."

Luo Qingyang said: "But if they invite other monks to forcibly suppress..."

Wei Wuxian smiled and said, "I've shown my face."

Luo Qingyang understood. The Yiling Patriarch has already shown his face, and after being seen by those monks, news will inevitably spread everywhere. Others only think that he has already designated this area as his own territory. Which monk would dare to come up after eating a bear-hearted leopard. mess with him?

Luo Qingyang smiled and said, "So that's the case. I just saw Mianmian being so frightened, and I thought she encountered something evil. If there is something rude, please don't mind."

Wei WuXian thought, "No, no, maybe we're more rude here." On his face, he said solemnly, "Where, Xiao Mianmian is scared, please don't mind."

Luo Qingyang's husband picked up his daughter, sat on his father's arm, and stared at Wei Wuxian with a puffed cheek, a small look that was both annoyed and embarrassed. Wei WuXian saw that she was wearing a light crimson skirt, her face was jade-like and her eyes were like purple and black crystal grapes. With a small braid, he smiled and said, "Mian Mian looks like Miss Luo when you were a child."

Lan Wangji glanced at him and said nothing. Luo Qingyang was happy, pursed his lips and smiled, and said, "Young Master Wei, don't you have a guilty conscience when you say this? Do you really remember what I looked like when I was a child?"

This pursed smile faintly overlapped with the little girl in the crimson gauze back then. Wei Wuxian didn't feel ashamed at all, and said, "Of course I remember! It's not much different from now. By the way, how old is she? I'll give her some extra money."

Luo Qingyang and her husband quickly declined, "No, no."

Wei WuXian smiled and said, "I used it. I didn't come out anyway, haha."

The husband and wife were slightly startled, but before they understood, Lan Wangji had consciously put something in Wei Wuxian's hand. Wei Wuxian took the heavy money from him and insisted on giving it to Mianmian. Seeing that he could not refuse, Luo Qingyang said to his daughter, "Mianmian, thank you Hanguang-jun and Wei Gongzi quickly."

Mianmian said: "Thank you Hanguang-jun."

Wei Wuxian said, "Mianmian, I gave it to you, why don't you thank me?"

Mianmian glared at him angrily, no matter how funny he was, he just refused to talk to him, just lowered his head and pulled a red rope hanging around his neck, pulled out a delicate little sachet, and put the money in it very preciously. went in. Not long after they descended the mountain, Wei Wuxian had to say goodbye to them regretfully, and went another way with Lan Wangji.

After they disappeared, Luo Qingyang rebuked her daughter and said, "Mianmian. It's so rude, that's the benefactor who saved her mother's life before."

Her husband was shocked: "Really?! Mianmian, did you hear me? Look at how rude you are!"

Mumbling, "I...I don't like him."

Luo Qingyang said, "You kid, if you hated him, you would have thrown away the money."

Mianmian's red face was buried in her father's chest, and he hummed, "He did bad things!"

Luo Qingyang was amused, and was about to speak when her husband said strangely: "Qingyang, I heard you mention this Hanguang-Jun before, remember that he is a big man from an aristocratic family, why would he appear in such a small place, hunting such a small prey?"

Luo Qingyang patiently explained to her husband: "This Hanguang-Jun is different from other famous and famous people. He has always been in trouble. As long as there is evil and trouble, no matter the rank of the night hunter or the amount of credit, He'll be there to help."

The husband nodded and said, "It's a real celebrity." He asked nervously and doubtfully, "What about that Mr. Wei? You said he saved your life, but I don't seem to have heard you mention this person. When has your life been in danger before?!"

Luo Qingyang hugged Mianmian with a strange gleam in his eyes, and said with a smile, "That Mr. Wei..."

On the other way, Wei Wuxian said to Lan Wangji, "I didn't expect that a little girl back then would become a little girl now!"

Lan Wangji said, "Mm."

Wei WuXian said, "But it's not fair. She clearly saw that you were doing bad things to me. Why does she dislike me?"

Before Lan Wangji could answer, Wei Wuxian turned around again, facing Lan Wangji, walking backwards, saying as he walked, "Oh, I see. In fact, she must like me in her heart, just like someone back then. ."

Lan Wangji brushed off the dust that didn't exist on his sleeves, and said in a low voice, "Please pass the forehead to me, Wei Yuandao."

Hearing this unfamiliar name, Wei Wuxian was stunned. It took a long time for him to react. He tsk tsk smiled and said, "Let me tell you, Second Young Master Lan, no, you're jealous, aren't you?"

Lan Wangji lowered his eyelashes, Wei Wuxian stood in front of him, wrapped his arms around his waist and raised his chin with the other, solemnly said, "To be honest, how many years have you been drinking this pot of vinegar, why are you hiding it? Well, I didn't smell sour."

Lan WangJi habitually cooperated with him and raised his face, and suddenly felt an irregular hand touch his chest. Looking down, Wei WuXian's hand has already been drawn out, holding something, pretending to be surprised, "What is this?"

It was Lan Wangji's purse.

With his right hand, Wei WuXian turned the delicate little purse into the air, and pointed at it with his left hand, "Hanguang-Jun, HanGuang-Jun, don't ask if you take it yourself for stealing. What did they say back then, after a famous family? A role model for the children of an aristocratic family? What a role model. He secretly drank strong vinegar and stole the sachet that the little girl gave me, and used it as his purse. No wonder I couldn't find it everywhere after I woke up. The small sachet hanging on Mianmian's chest is exactly the same as this one. I can't remember it. You, you, tsk tsk. Tell me, how did you touch it from me when I was in a coma? How long did it take?"

A slight wave flashed across Lan Wangji's face, he stretched out his hand to grab it, Wei Wuxian tossed the purse, dodged his hand, took two steps back, and said, "We're going to grab it anyway? What are you embarrassed about? It's also shameful, I finally know why I'm not ashamed, we are a natural match, it must be because I put all my shame on you, and you kept it for me."

Lan Wangji's earlobes glowed a light pink, but his face was still taut, he shot fast, Wei Wuxian stepped even faster, making him see that he couldn't catch it, and said, "You used to give me the purse yourself. Yes, why don't you give it to me now? Look at you, not only stealing things, but also stealing pleasures, and going back on promises, so bad to the core."

Lan Wangji pounced on him, finally grabbed him, hugged him tightly, and defended, "We've bowed three times, we're already... husband and wife, not cheating."

Wei WuXian said, "Husbands and wives can't always use force on me like you do, always asking me to beg you, beg you, and you can't stop. You have become like this now, the ancestors of the Gusu Lan clan. Zong is going to be pissed..."

Unable to bear it any longer, Lan Wangji tightly blocked his mouth.