Three months later. Guangling.
On the top of a mountain, a group of villagers held torches and farm tools as weapons for self-defense, and slowly surrounded a forest on the mountain.
There is a wild grave on this mountain. It has not been very peaceful in recent months. The villagers at the foot of the mountain have been harassed by the ghosts of the wild grave. Finally they could no longer bear it. They invited several monks passing by to go up the mountain to eradicate the troublemakers. source.
When dusk falls, the chirping of insects is clear, and the wild grass half a man tall rustles from time to time, as if something unknown is lurking inside, waiting to strike at any time. But if you push aside the weeds cautiously and shine a light with a torch, it is often a false alarm.
The monks held long swords and led the villagers carefully across the grassland and into the forest.
In the forest is the wild cemetery, with damaged stone or wooden tombstones crooked and toppled, and the wind is miserable. Several monks looked at each other, took out the talismans, and prepared to clean up the evil spirits. Seeing that they looked calm, the situation should not be difficult, and several villagers breathed a sigh of relief.
But before they could relax, they suddenly heard a loud "pop" sound, and a bloody corpse fell onto a mound in front of them.
The villager closest to the mound screamed, threw the torch, and rolled away. Immediately afterwards, the second, third, and fourth bloody corpses also fell down. It was like a rain of corpses falling from the sky, crackling and falling, and howls suddenly broke out in the forest. Those monks had never seen such a battle before. They were shocked but did not lose 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 choked by someone, and his voice stopped suddenly.
He saw a tree.
There is a person sitting on the tree, with a piece of black clothes hanging down, and a slender black boot, swaying gently, so relaxed and comfortable.
There was a black flute stuck in this man's waist, with a bright red tassel hanging from the bottom of the flute, which swayed leisurely with the movement of his calf.
The expressions of several monks immediately changed.
The villagers were already in disarray. They heard him yelling and just took some reassurance. Unexpectedly, they saw several monks turning pale, turning around and running away. They rushed out of the forest and down the mountain in an instant like a gust of wind. , abandoning them, they all guessed that there must be some terrible evil in this mountain top. Even these monks could not do anything. In an instant, their souls flew away, and they fled like birds and beasts in an instant. A villager escaped too slowly and fell down at the end. His mouth was full of mud. He thought he was alone and dead, but suddenly he saw a young man in white standing in front, and his eyes involuntarily lit up.
This man has a long sword hanging on his waist, and it seems that his whole body is covered with a hazy white light. In the dark forest, he looks like a fairy in a trance, unlike anyone in the mortal world. He immediately asked for help: "Young Master! This Young Master! Help, there is a ghost, hurry up and kill this monster..."
Before he finished speaking, another corpse fell in front of him. That face with bleeding from all its orifices happened to meet him.
Just when the villager was about to faint from fright, the man said one word to him: "Let's 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. He suddenly felt a burst of strength, got up and ran away without looking back.
The man in white looked at the bloody corpses crawling all over the forest and seemed to not know what to make of them. He looked up and saw that the man in black who was sitting on the tree also jumped down gently and skillfully, flashed in front of him in an instant, pressed him against a tree, and said softly: "Hey, isn't this pure and pure?" Hanguang Jun Lan Wangji, what are you doing here on my territory?"
Surrounded by bloody corpses on the ground, they were trying to crawl around in confusion or ferocity. The man stretched out a hand to support the tree trunk. Lan Wangji was trapped between his body and the tree trunk, with an expressionless face.
Just listen to this man say again: "Since you have sent yourself to the door, then I will...hehehe!"
Lan Wangji locked both of his wrists with one hand.
The situation was reversed. The man in black who was restrained by him said in surprise: "Oh my god, Hanguang-Jun, you are so powerful. I can't believe it. It's shocking. It's unbelievable. You actually subdued me with one hand. I There is no way to resist! Terrible man!"
Lan Wangji: "…"
His hands couldn't help but tighten their grip. The other party's surprise turned into panic: "Ah, it hurts. Let me go, Mr. Hanguang. I won't dare to do it again next time. Don't catch me like this again, and don't tie me up either." Don't even push me to the ground..."
Seeing that his words and actions were becoming more and more exaggerated, Lan Wangji's eyebrows twitched, and finally he interrupted: "...Stop playing around."
Wei Wuxian was begging for mercy with great energy, and he was surprised: "Why, I haven't finished begging for mercy yet."
"..." Lan Wangji said, "You beg for mercy every day. Stop playing around."
Wei Wuxian leaned towards him and said softly, "Isn't this what you asked for... Every day is every day."
His face was very close, as if he wanted to kiss Lan Wangji, but he was still reluctant to simply close in. There was always a paper gap between their lips, vaguely distant, vaguely absent. Like a passionate and mischievous butterfly, it floats on the dignified petals like a thread, unable to rest or be kissed. After teasing like this for a moment, Lan Wangji's light-colored eyes flashed and moved slightly, as if he finally couldn't control himself, and the petals that couldn't be restrained were about to take the initiative to touch the butterfly's wings. Wei Wuxian suddenly raised his face and moved his lips away.
He raised his eyebrows and said, "Call me brother."
Lan Wangji: "…"
Wei WuXian said, "Call me brother. I'll kiss you when I call you brother."
"..." Lan Wangji's lips moved slightly.
In his life, he has never used this soft and waxy title to call anyone else. Even to Lan Xichen, he always calls him brother strictly. Wei Wuxian induced him, "Just call me and listen. I've called you so many times. After you call me and kiss me, you can do other things."
Even though Lan Wangji was about to scream out, after hearing this sentence, he was defeated by Wei Wuxian and was unable to scream out in the end. After holding it in for a while, I could only say one sentence: "...Shameless!"
Wei WuXian said, "Aren't you tired of holding me with one hand like this? It's so inconvenient to do things with only one hand."
After gathering his composure, Lan Wangji said politely, "Then please tell me what I should do."
Wei WuXian said, "I'll teach you. Wouldn't it be more convenient if you take off the forehead wiper and tie my hands?"
Lan Wangji looked at the smiling man quietly for a while, then slowly removed the wipe from his forehead and unfolded it for Wei Wuxian to see.
Then, with lightning speed, he tied a knot on his hands, firmly pressed Wei Wuxian's two irregular hands to the top of his head and fixed them, and buried 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 draw the sword rashly, because the scream just now was very clear and delicate, and he was obviously a child. It would be bad if he accidentally hurt a passerby. The grass that was half a man tall was rustling and shaking, and the traces of the grass moving were getting farther and farther, and seemed to have slipped away. Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji chased for a few steps, and a woman's joyful voice came from the bottom of the hillside: "Mianmian, are you okay! How can you run around in a place like this? I'm scared to death!"
Wei Wuxian was startled: "Mianmian?"
Just when he felt that the name was very familiar, he must have heard it somewhere, another man's voice scolded: "I told you not to run around when hunting at night. You are still rushing forward alone. If you are eaten by a ghost, let me What should you do with your mother!...Mianmian? What's wrong? Why do you look like this?" The last sentence should be asking the woman: "Qingyang, look quickly, is there nothing wrong with Mianmian? Why do you look like this? Did you see anything you shouldn't have seen up there?"
…I did see…something I shouldn't have seen.
Lan Wangji glanced at Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian looked back at him innocently and mouthed, "What a sin."
He clearly didn't feel any guilt about torturing a child. Lan Wangji shook his head. The two of them left the cemetery together and turned down the slope. The three people down the slope immediately looked at them in surprise and wariness. A man and a woman were a couple, squatting on the ground, and in the middle stood a little girl with hairdos, about ten years old. The woman was a young woman with a pretty and pleasant appearance. She had a sword on her waist. When she saw Wei Wuxian for the first time, she immediately drew it out, pointed the sword at him, and shouted, "Who is that!"
Wei WuXian said, "No matter who he is, he is still a human being and nothing else."
The woman wanted to speak, but she saw Lan Wangji behind Wei Wuxian. She was immediately startled and asked, "Hanguang-Jun?"
Lan Wangji actually didn't wear a forehead wipe. For a moment, she didn't dare to confirm. If it wasn't for that unforgettable face, she might have hesitated for a while. She turned her gaze back to Wei Wuxian, dazed for a while, and said, "Then, then you are, you are..."
The news that the ancestor of Yiling had returned 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 vaguely excited and her appearance was somewhat familiar, so he thought to himself, "Does this lady know me? Do I have a grudge against her? Have I ever provoked her? No, I don't know the girl named Qingyang... ah , Mianmian!"
Wei Wuxian suddenly asked, "Are you Mianmian?"
The man glared and said, "Why did you call my daughter?"
It turns out that the little girl who just ran around and accidentally bumped into them was Mianmian's daughter, and her name was also Mianmian. Wei Wuxian found it quite interesting: "One is big Mianmian, and the other is small Mianmian."
Lan Wangji nodded to the woman and said, "Miss Luo."
The woman brushed the loose hair behind her ears and said politely, "Hanguang-Jun." Then she looked at Wei Wuxian and said, "Young Master Wei."
Wei Wuxian smiled at the woman and said, "Miss Luo. Oh, this time I know your name."
Luo Qingyang smiled a little shyly, as if he was embarrassed as he was remembering old things. He pulled the man up and said, "This is my husband."
The man realized that they were not villains, and his expression softened. After a few words of greeting, Wei Wuxian asked casually, "I wonder which family or sect this gentleman is from?"
The man said cheerfully: "It doesn't belong to anyone."
Luo Qingyang looked at her husband and said with a smile: "My husband is not a Taoist. He used to be a businessman. However, he is willing to hunt at night with me..."
An ordinary person, a man, was willing to give up his originally stable life, not afraid of wandering, not afraid of danger, and dared to travel around the world with his wife. This was an extremely rare and commendable thing. Wei Wuxian couldn't help but stand in awe.
He said: "You also come here to hunt at night?"
Luo Qingyang nodded and said: "Exactly. I heard that there is a wild grave evil spirit on this mountain that is causing chaos and invading the people's livelihood here, causing unspeakable suffering, so I came here to see if there is anything I can do to help. Have you two dealt with it?"
If Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji have already dealt with it, then there is no need for anyone else 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 spirits and innocent people, but in fact they dug the graves themselves first, robbed them, and threw away the bones of the deceased indiscriminately. Only then did the owners of the wild tombs fight back."
Luo Qingyang's husband asked doubtfully: "Really? But even if we fight back, there is no need 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 found only a few villagers who dug graves and robbed graves and were frightened by the ghosts and stayed in bed for a while. There was also one I ran away too hastily and broke my leg. Other than that, there were no casualties. They just made up the several lives to make them sensational."
Luo Qingyang said to her husband: "Is this so? This is too shameless!"
Luo Qingyang sighed: "Oh, these people..." She seemed to think of something old, shook her head, and said: "It's like this everywhere."
Wei WuXian said, "I scared them just now. After this time, they probably won't dare to come up to rob the tomb anymore, and the evil spirits will naturally not come to trouble them. It's solved."
Luo Qingyang said: "But if they invite other monks to suppress them by force..."
Wei Wuxian smiled and said, "I have shown my face."
Luo Qingyang understood. The ancestor of Yiling has already shown his face. After being seen by those monks, he will definitely spread the news everywhere. Others just think that he has marked this area as his own territory. Which monk would dare to come up after eating the bear's heart and leopard? Provoke him?
Luo Qingyang smiled and said: "That's it. When I saw Mianmian was so frightened, I thought she had encountered some evil spirit. If there is any disrespect, please don't mind."
Wei Wuxian thought to himself: "No, no, no, maybe we are more rude here." On his face, he said seriously: "Somewhere, I scared little Mianmian, please don't mind."
Luo Qingyang's husband picked up his daughter, and Mianmian sat on his father's arm, bulging his cheeks and glaring at Wei Wuxian, looking angry, embarrassed, and unspeakable. Wei Wuxian saw that she was wearing a light crimson skirt, with a cute face and eyes like purple-black crystal grapes. He wanted to squeeze her cheeks, but after all, her father was watching eagerly from the side, so he only pinched her hanging lips. The pigtails, hands behind her hands, said with a smile: "The length is so long that it looks like Miss Luo when you were a child."
Lan Wangji glanced at him but said nothing. Luo Qingyang was happy, pursed his lips and smiled, and said: "Master Wei, don't you feel guilty when you say this? Do you really remember what I looked like when I was a child?"
This pursed smile vaguely overlapped with that of the little girl in scarlet gauze. Wei Wuxian didn't feel ashamed at all, and said, "Of course I remember! It's no different from now. By the way, how old is she? I'll give her some money to support her."
Luo Qingyang and her husband quickly declined: "No, no, no."
Wei Wuxian smiled and said, "It's for your own good. It's not mine anyway. Haha."
The couple was slightly startled. Before they could understand, Lan Wangji had already consciously put something in Wei Wuxian's hand. Wei Wuxian took the heavy coins from his hand and insisted on giving them to Mianmian. Seeing that he couldn't refuse, Luo Qingyang said to his daughter, "Mianmian, thank Hanguang Jun and Mr. Wei quickly."
Mianmian said: "Thank you, Mr. Hanguang."
Wei Wuxian said, "Mianmian, I gave it to you, why don't you thank me?"
Mianmian glared at him angrily. No matter how much he teased her, she just refused to talk to him. She just lowered her head and pulled a red rope hanging around her neck, pulled out a delicate little sachet, and put the money in it very preciously. Got in. Soon after they descended the mountain, Wei Wuxian had no choice but to say goodbye to them with regret, and walked another road with Lan Wangji.
After their figures disappeared, Luo Qingyang scolded her daughter: "Mianmian. Such rudeness, that is the benefactor who saved my mother's life in the past."
Her husband was shocked: "Really?! Mianmian, did you hear that? Look how rude you are!"
Mianmian muttered: "I...I don't like him."
Luo Qingyang said: "You kid, if you hated him, you would have thrown away the money that was used to pay for trouble."
Mian Mian buried her little red face in her father's chest and muttered, "He does bad things!"
Luo Qingyang couldn't laugh or cry. Just as she was about to speak, her husband said curiously: "Qingyang, I heard you mention this Hanguang Lord before. I remember that he was a big shot from a noble family. Why would he appear in such a small place and hunt such a small person?" prey?"
Luo Qingyang patiently explained to her husband: "This Hanguang Lord is different from other famous people. He always comes out when there is trouble. As long as there are evil spirits causing trouble and causing harm to people, no matter the rank of the night hunt object or the credit or credit, He will go to help."
The husband nodded and said: "He is a real celebrity." He asked nervously and doubtfully: "What about Mr. Wei? You said he saved your life, but I don't seem to have heard you mention this person very often. ?Have you ever encountered life-threatening danger before?!"
Luo Qingyang hugged Mianmian, with a strange light flashing in his eyes, and said with a smile: "That Mr. Wei..."
On the other side of the road, Wei Wuxian said to Lan Wangji, "I didn't expect that my daughter, who was a little girl back then, is also a little girl now!"
Lan Wangji said: "Yeah."
Wei WuXian said, "But this is unfair. It was obvious that what she saw at that time was you doing bad things to me. Why did she dislike me so much?"
Before Lan Wangji could answer, Wei Wuxian turned around again, faced Lan Wangji, walked backwards, and said as he walked: "Oh, I know. In fact, she must like me in her heart. Just like someone back then. ."
Lan Wangji dusted off the non-existent dust on his sleeves and said softly: "Please pass the forehead wipe to me, Wei Yuandao."
Hearing this unfamiliar name, Wei Wuxian was stunned. It took him a while to react, and he said with a smile: "Let me tell you, Second Young Master Lan, are you jealous?"
Lan Wangji lowered his eyelashes, and Wei Wuxian stood in front of him, holding his waist with one hand and lifting his chin with the other, saying seriously: "Honestly, you have been drinking this pot of vinegar for how many years, how can you hide it like this? Well, I don't even smell the sour smell."
Lan Wangji raised his face in cooperation with him as usual, and suddenly felt an irregular hand touching his chest. Looking down, Wei Wuxian's hand had already been pulled out, holding something, and he pretended to be surprised, "What is this?"
That's Lan Wangji's money bag.
Wei Wuxian spun the delicate little money bag with his right hand, pointed at it with his left hand and said, "Hanguang-Jun, Hanguang-Jun, you don't care if you take it for yourself or steal it. What did they say back then that you came from a famous family?" A role model for the children of aristocratic families? What a role model. He secretly drank strong vinegar, stole the sachet given to me by a girl, and used it to make his own purse. No wonder I couldn't find it anywhere after I woke up. If it hadn't been for the little girl The little sachet hanging on Mianmian's chest is exactly the same as this one. I still can't remember it. You, you, tsk tsk. Tell me, how did you take it away from me when I was unconscious? How long did you touch it? "
A slight wave of emotion flashed across Lan Wangji's face, and he stretched out his hand to grab it. Wei Wuxian threw the money bag away from his hand, took two steps back, and said, "You're going to snatch it if you can't say it? Why are you so embarrassed?" This is embarrassing. I finally know why I don't know how to be ashamed. We are really made for each other. It must be because I put all my shame in your place and you took it away for me."
Lan Wangji's earlobes glowed a light pink, but his face was still tense. He shot quickly, and Wei Wuxian's feet were faster, making him unable to catch him and said, "You had to give me the money bag before. Yes, why don't you give it to me now? Look at you, not only do you steal things, but you also cheat on me, you go back on your word, you are bad to the core."
Lan Wangji rushed forward, finally caught him, and held him tightly in his arms. He argued, "We have bowed three times and are already...husband and wife. We are not cheating."
Wei WuXian said: "Husband and wife can't always use force on me like you do. You always want me to beg you and you don't stop. You have become like this now, the ancestors of the Gusu Lan clan Zong Yao is so angry..."
Unable to bear it, Lan Wangji blocked his mouth.