Lan Xichen said: "Sect Master Jin...can you explain the whole story?"
Jin Guangyao was silent, his finger joints turning pale.
Wei WuXian said, "It seems that Sect Leader Jin is unwilling to say anything."
He raised his hand, and a naked female corpse immediately appeared under his hand. Wei Wuxian put his hand on her dark head and said, "But if you don't tell me, won't I be able to know?"
As soon as they fell in love with each other, before he opened his eyes, Wei Wuxian found himself surrounded by the fragrant fragrance of makeup and powder, and a charming voice came out of his mouth: "...Her? She actually wants to marry, but when she meets She was already in her twenties when she met that man, and she was not young anymore. She would no longer be popular in a few years, so she insisted on giving birth to a son even if she was scolded, because she just wanted to get away. But that was not the case. The man is willing to take it."
He opened his eyes, and what he saw in front of him was a magnificent hall, which was very spacious. There were more than a dozen large round tables in the hall, and there were several drinkers sitting on each round table, as well as several pretty people. Some of the women had bare shoulders, some had disheveled hair, some were sitting on the laps of drinkers, some were feeding wine into the mouths of others, and they all looked sweet and drunk.
You can tell where it is at a glance.
Wei Wuxian thought to himself: "The one who was burned to death in the Guanyin Temple was actually a woman having fun. No wonder these resentful spirits are all naked. I'm afraid they are all fireworks women and prostitutes."
The drinker next to him laughed and said, "My son is my own after all. Doesn't that man not want him?"
The woman said: "She herself said that the man is a big shot in a family that cultivates immortality. Then he must have many sons in his family. He doesn't care about anything if he has too much of it. How could he pay attention to this thing outside? He has been looking forward to looking forward to it, but there is no one to look forward to. If you come to pick her up, of course you can only raise her by yourself, and you will have to raise her for fourteen years."
Several drinkers said: "Big shot? Is such a thing really possible?"
The woman said, "Hey, why did I lie to you about such a thing? Her son is working here now. Here, that's the one." The woman turned around and waved to a young man carrying a tray: "Xiao Meng! Come here!"
As expected, the young man came over and said, "Sister An An, what's the matter?"
In an instant, Wei Wuxian understood everything.
A group of drinkers looked at Meng Yao with careful eyes. Meng Yao asked again: "What's the matter?" An Xin smiled and said: "Xiao Meng, have you learned those things by yourself recently?"
Meng Yao was startled and said, "What things?"
An Xin said: "It's what your mother asked you to learn, such as calligraphy and painting, etiquette, swordsmanship and mental skills... How are you doing with your studies?"
Before he finished speaking, the drinkers started laughing, as if they found it extremely funny. An Xin turned around and said: "Don't laugh, what I said is true. His mother raised him as the son of a wealthy family, taught him how to read and write, bought a lot of sword manuals, and even gave him as gifts. go to school."
The drinker was surprised: "Send him to school? Did I hear that right?"
An Xin said: "No! Xiao Meng, tell these gentlemen, have you been to the library?"
The bartender asked: "Is he still going now?"
An Xin said: "I won't go. I came back within a few days and refused to go again. Xiao Meng, do you not like studying or do you not like it there?"
Meng Yao didn't say anything, An An giggled, poked Meng Yao's forehead with a bright red index finger, and said, "Little guy, are you unhappy?"
She poked hard, and a faint red mark was poked on Meng Yao's forehead, like the afterimage of cinnabar. He touched his forehead and said, "No..."
An Xin waved her hand and said, "Okay, okay, it's okay, you can go." Meng Yao turned around and walked a few steps. She picked up something from the table and coaxed, "Here, here's a piece of fruit for you to eat."
When Meng Yao turned around, the green fruit hit his chest, fell to the ground and rolled away. An Xin scolded: "Why are you so stupid? You can't catch a single fruit. Pick it up quickly, don't waste it."
Meng Yao twitched the corner of her mouth. He should be fourteen years old, but maybe because he is extra thin, he looks only twelve or thirteen years old. This kind of smile appears on his face, which makes people particularly uncomfortable.
He slowly bent down, picked up the fruit, wiped it on his clothes, and smiled even deeper: "Thank you, sister An An."
An Xin said: "You're welcome. Go and work hard."
Meng Yao said, "Call me if you need anything."
After he walked away, a drinker said: "If my son was in a place like this, I would take him back no matter what."
Another person said: "Is his father really a big shot in the cultivating family? Isn't it supposed to be easy to redeem a fireworks woman and give her a sum of money to raise a child? It's just a matter of a finger."
An Xin said: "How can you really listen to what this woman says? She believes half of it, and the big shot is not what she said herself. I see, maybe she is a wealthy businessman with a lot of money, and she exaggerated several times... "
At this time, a scream came, and there was the sound of cups and plates breaking on the second floor. A Yao Qin rolled out and fell to the center of the hall. With a loud bang, it fell to pieces, and the drinks on several nearby tables were shaken. The people enjoying themselves were so frightened that they cursed. An Xin almost fell down and screamed: "What happened!"
Meng Yao shouted: "Aniang!"
An Xin looked up and saw a big man grabbing a woman's hair and dragging her out of a room. An Xin grabbed the drinker next to her and said in a tone of excitement or nervousness, "She's here again!"
Meng Yao rushed upstairs. The woman was holding her scalp and desperately pulling her clothes over her shoulders. When she saw Meng Yao running over, she hurriedly said: "I told you not to go upstairs! Get down! Don't get down yet!"
Meng Yao went to break off the prostitute's hand, but was kicked in the lower abdomen and rolled downstairs, causing everyone to scream.
This was the third time Wei Wuxian saw him being kicked and rolled down the stairs.
The woman yelled "Ah!" and was immediately dragged downstairs by the guest. She took off her clothes and threw her on the street. He spat on her naked body and cursed: "Ugly person" How strange it is that an old prostitute thinks she is a new product!"
The woman was lying in the middle of the street in fear, not daring to get up. If she moved, she would be watched. Pedestrians on the street were surprised and excited, wanting to leave or stay, poking and glaring. The door of the brothel was also filled with women inside, giggling and gloating like An Xin, telling the guests around her what was going on with this embarrassed old woman. Only one girl turned around and walked out. She took off her thin gauze clothes, and half of her snow-white and plump breasts were wrapped in a bright red dress. Her waist was extremely slender, which was very eye-catching. Everyone else hurriedly came to see her. The girl spat and cursed: "Look, look at your mother! Can you see me too? Take a look at the person who wants to collect money and give it! Come and give me money!"
While she was cursing, she reached out and asked the people watching from all directions for money. The crowd dispersed a bit. She threw the gauze she took off on the woman, wrapped her up and staggered into the lobby. As she walked, she scolded: "I asked you to change it a long time ago. Holding a shelf. Who cares? You have to suffer a lot and have a better memory!"
Wei WuXian thought to himself, "This woman looks familiar. Where have you seen her before?"
The woman whispered: "Ayao, Ayao..."
Meng Yao was unable to recover from the kick for a while, lying on the ground unable to get up. The girl grabbed one hand and pulled the mother and son up and walked away. A drinker next to An Xin asked, "Who is that beauty?"
An Xin spat out two pieces of melon seed shells and said, "He is a well-known spicy guy, very scary."
One person said in disappointment: "Is this the fireworks talent Meng Shi back then? How did it become like this?"
An Xin changed his smile again and said, "That's it. She insists on giving birth to a child. How can a woman have children in her lifetime? If she hadn't relied on her reputation as a so-called 'talented woman' to rest on her laurels, I'm afraid no one would be willing to reward her. A few. If you ask me, it's because of the few books she read."
A drinker said: "That's right. People who have read some books always have such an inexplicable noble spirit and are never willing to give up that little thought."
An Xin said: "If she can support herself with the books she reads, then I won't say anything else. Isn't it just a gimmick to attract prostitutes? To put it bluntly, everyone is a prostitute, but you read a few books and are more noble? Are you noble? What's the matter? Not only do people outside look down upon her, do you and our other sisters here like her? Guests who come to a place like this occasionally see a delicate teenage girl who is reserved and dignified, which is a novelty. What's the point of asking people to spend money to see a person's old and yellow hair? She has stopped being popular a long time ago. Everyone knows it, but she is the only one who can't see clearly..."
At this time, someone patted An Xin behind her. When An Xin turned around, she saw the girl standing behind her, raising her hand and slapping her.
With a "pop" sound, Anxin received a slap in the face, stayed for a moment, and then became furious: "Bitch!!!"
The girl said: "Bitch!!! You've been talking nonsense all day long, your tongue has nothing else to do?!"
An Xin screamed: "What I say is none of your business!"
The two girls were fighting in the lobby on the first floor, using their nails and teeth together, tearing each other's hair and swearing, saying things like "Sooner or later you will scratch your face" and "No one wants the money I gave you". Their words were so vulgar that it was hard to hear. Many prostitutes came over to break up the fight, saying: "Sisi! Stop fighting!"
Sisi?
Wei Wuxian finally remembered why the girl's face looked familiar to her. If seven or eight knife marks were added to this face, wouldn't it be Sisi, the woman who came to Lianhua Pier to inform? !
Suddenly, he felt a scorching wave coming towards him, and the entire lobby was instantly submerged in a sea of red fire. Wei Wuxian quickly removed himself from empathy!
Opening his eyes, Lan Wangji asked, "How?"
Lan Xichen also said: "Master Wei, what did you see?"
Wei Wuxian took a breath, calmed down a little, and said, "I guess this Guanyin Temple is where Sect Leader Jin grew up."
Jin Guangyao remained calm. Jiang Cheng said: "Where did he grow up? Didn't he..." He was about to say, didn't he grow up in Goulanli? Suddenly it became clear and he said: "This Guanyin Temple used to be Goulanli. Fire burned the place and converted it into the Guanyin Temple!"
Lan Xichen asked: "Did you really set the fire?"
Jin Guangyao said: "Yes."
Jiang Cheng sneered: "You admit it happily."
Jin Guangyao said: "As things stand now, if we do more of the same thing or less of the same thing, is there any difference?"
After a moment of silence, Lan Xichen said, "Are you trying to erase the traces?"
Although many people know that Lianfangzun grew up in Goulan when he was young, for so many years, most people don't know which Goulan he came from, which is strange to think about. Everyone knew that Lian Fangzun must have deliberately manipulated the situation behind the scenes, but few people would have expected that he would burn the place where he was born and grew up.
Jin Guangyao said: "Not entirely."
Lan Xichen sighed and did not continue. Jin Guangyao said: "Don't you ask me why?"
Lan Xichen shook his head, and after a long while, he asked an unexpected question: "It's not that I didn't know what you did in the past, but I believe that you had some reasons for doing so."
He added: "But you have gone too far. And I... don't know whether I should believe it or not."
There was deep weariness and disappointment in his tone.
There was a thunderstorm outside the temple, and wind leaked through the cracks of the temple door. Amidst the shrill whistling sound, Jin Guangyao suddenly knelt on the ground.
Everyone was startled. Wei Wuxian, who had just taken away the sword from his waist, was also shocked when he saw Jin Guangyao weakly saying: "Second brother, I was wrong."
"..." Hearing this, Wei Wuxian felt embarrassed for him and couldn't help but say: "Um, what, don't say anything, just do it. Can we just do it?"
This man's face changes at every turn, and his legs kneel down at every turn. There is no dignity or domineering character at all. Lan Xichen also had an unspeakable look on his face. Jin Guangyao continued and said: "Second brother, you and I have known each other for many years. No matter how I say it, you know how I treat you. I no longer have any intention of being the Immortal Governor, and the Yin Tiger Talisman has been completely destroyed. After tonight I have to travel far to Japan and never come back in this life. For these reasons, please let me live."
Crossing the distance to Japan is, to put it bluntly, escaping. This sounds quite embarrassing, but Jin Guangyao is known for his smoothness and changeability, preferring to bend rather than bend, and he can be soft but never confront the hard. It is okay for the Lanling Jin family to crush one, two, three or four families with force, but if all the families, large and small, unite to attack him and repeat the mistakes of the Qishan Wen family, it will only be a matter of time. Rather than delaying it until then, it is better to evacuate now, avoid the limelight first, and preserve our strength. There may be a chance to make a comeback in the future.
Wei Wuxian said: "Sect Master Jin, you said that the Yin Tiger Talisman has been completely destroyed. Can you take it out for me to see?"
Jin Guangyao said: "Master Wei, after all, the restored piece is not the original body, and the number of times it can be used is limited. It has been completely destroyed. And you know best how violent that thing is. If one piece has lost its function, it will only Do you think I will still keep this waste product with me that will bring about bloody disasters?"
Wei Wuxian said, "I don't know about that. Maybe you can find another Xue Yang?"
Jin Guangyao said: "Second brother, everything I said is true."
His words were sincere and sincere, and he had treated Lan Xichen with courtesy since he captured Lan Xichen. At this moment, Lan Xichen really couldn't turn his back immediately. He could only sigh: "Sect Master Jin, you insist on going your own way in the mass graves." I said when we were planning such a chaos, there is no need to call 'Second Brother' anymore."
Jin Guangyao said: "I was obsessed with the mass graves this time and it was a big mistake. However, I have no way out."
Lan Xichen asked: "What do you mean there is no way out?"
Lan Wangji frowned slightly and said coldly: "Brother, don't talk to him too much."
Wei Wuxian also reminded: "Sect Master Lan, do you still remember how you reminded Sect Master Jiang? Don't talk to him too much."
Lan Xichen also knows how powerful Jin Guangyao can be when he opens his mouth. But when he heard that he might have an inside story, he couldn't help but want to hear it. Jin Guangyao also figured this out in him.
He whispered: "I received a letter."