The Founder of Diabolism Chapter 45: Top 9th Leader

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Wei Wuxian sat on the ground, thinking about it all night, I don't know when, with his head tilted, he slept on the wooden couch.

Staggered into the morning, he felt someone gently lift him up and lay it flat on the couch. Wei Wuxian reluctantly opened his eyes, and Lan Wangji's cold and still face came into view.

He was sober for seven or eight minutes, and shouted, "Lan Zhan."

Lan Wangji said "um" to him. Wei Wuxian said, "Are you awake or drunk?"

Lan Wangji said, "Wake up."

He picked up Wei Wuxian's wrists, with several red scars on both wrists. Lan Wangji took out a small cyan porcelain bottle and lowered his head to give him medicine. When the delicate ointment is applied, it is instantly cool. Wei Wuxian narrowed his eyes and said, "It hurts. Lan Zhan, you are really rude after you get drunk."

Lan Wangji ’s eyes did n’t go up, she said, “Do it yourself.”

Wei Wuxian hanged his heart and said, "Lan Zhan, what did you do after you got drunk? Do you really not remember?"

Lan Wangji said, "I don't remember."

Wei Wuxian said: "It should not be remembered. Otherwise, he must not be ashamed and angry to knock me out."

He was glad that Lan Wangji didn't remember it, and it was a pity that he didn't remember it. It seems to be doing a bad thing quietly, stealing something, and hiding in the corner by himself, laughing and laughing. Involuntarily, his eyes were on Lan Wangji's lips again.

Although the corners of the mouth are never raised, they look soft and they are really soft.

Wei Wuxian bit his lip unconsciously and began to think wildly: "Gusu Lan's family tutor is so strict, Lan Zhan is completely incomprehensible. He must have never kissed a girl before. What should I do now? I got the top spot, should I tell him? Maybe I have never moved that mind ... No! When he was drunk last time, I asked him, "Is there anyone I like," and he answered 'Yes'. Maybe I've kissed him?-No, no, even if he does, according to Lan Zhan's restrained temperament, he certainly hasn't kissed him, and he's passionate and polite. Speaking, maybe he wasn't I do n’t understand what “like” I ’m saying “like” ... ”

Lan Wangji woke up on time. Someone knocked on the door gently after he finished applying medicine to Wei Wuxian. After three knocks, Lan Sizhai's voice came: "Han Guangjun, all are up. Are you leaving?"

Lan Wangji said: "Wait downstairs."

Everyone is out of the city. The various Aristocratic Family children were only familiar with each other. When they started the talk party, they came to visit. However, in the past few days, they had experienced cat killings and spent a thrilling day and night in a foggy ghost city. They also burned together. I used paper money, I drank alcohol together, I quarreled, I scolded others, and I knew each other very well. On the parting, they reluctantly, dragged around the gate of the city, and agreed to come to my house for a talk. Play, when to go to your house for a night hunt. Lan Wangji didn't urge, let them speak this and that, and stood silent under a tree.

The fairy was staring at him, and did not dare to scream and run, but she also shrank under the tree, and looked at Jin Ling's side, her tail wriggling.

While Lan Wangji stared at the fairy, Wei Wuxian took Jin Ling's shoulder and walked a long way.

He walked and said, "Don't talk to you and talk back after you go back. Listen to him, and be careful in the future, don't go out and hunt at night alone."

Mo Xuanyu is one of Jin Guangshan's illegitimate children. He is the half-brother of Jinxuan Xuan and Jin Guangyao, so he is now regarded as Jin Ling's youngest uncle. He can of course tell him in the elder's tone.

Although Jin Ling was born in a well-known family, after all, she has no father and mother, and will inevitably be affected by some gossip and eager to prove herself. Wei Wuxian also said, "You are only a teenager? Now the Aristocratic Family children who are about the same size as you, have not hunted any extraordinary monsters or monsters. Why should you be in a hurry and have to grab this first."

Jin Ling said dullly: "My uncle and my uncle became teenagers when they became famous."

Wei Wuxian thought to himself, "Can it be the same? At that time, there was Qishan Wen's pressure on the head, people were trembling, did not work hard to practice and kill, and no one knew if the next unlucky one would be themselves. The Shooting Sun Sign The Lila enters the battlefield, whether you are a teenager or not. Now the situation is stable, the families are stable, the atmosphere is naturally not so tense, and it is not so desperate. "

Jin Ling also said: "Even Wei Ying, he was a teenager when he slaughtered Xuanwu. Even he could, why can't I?"

Wei Wuxian said: "Is he killed? Isn't that killed by Han Guangjun?"

After he mentioned Lan Wangji, Jin Ling glanced at him unclearly, trying to say something, but forcibly resisted, and said, "You and Han Guangjun ... forget it. Your own business. In short, I don't care about other things. If you love broken sleeves, you go to break the sleeves, this disease cannot be cured.

Wei Wuxian said, "How is this called a disease?"

He said, "He thought I was entangled in Lan Zhan shamelessly?!"

Jin Ling also said: "I already knew the meaning of Gu Sulan's wiping amount. Since this is the end, you should stay beside Han Guangjun. The broken sleeves must be cleaned, please don't ask us again I do n’t care about you. ”

The "our home" he said includes both Lanling Jin's and Yunmeng Jiang's. It seems that the tolerance for broken sleeves has increased. As long as you don't look for his family, you can see it. Wei Wuxian said: "Wipe the amount? What does Gu Sulan's wipe amount mean?"

Jin Ling said: "Don't be proud of being stupid! I don't want to say this again. Are you Wei Ying?"

At the end of the three sentences, he suddenly threw out a single sentence, straight into it, which was unexpected.

Wei Wuxian said, "Do you think I'm like?"

Jin Ling was silent for a long while, and suddenly a short whistle, said: "Fairy!"

The name was called by the host, and the fairy shook her tongue and ran over with four legs. Wei Wuxian rushed to his feet: "Speak well, what kind of dog!"

Jin Ling said: "Hum! Goodbye!"

After he said goodbye, he daringly headed towards Lanling. It seems that he still dare not go back to Yunmeng to meet Jiang Cheng. The children of the other families went home in different directions. In the end, only Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji, and a few juniors from the Lan family were left.

The two of them walked ahead, and the rest of the teenagers followed. After a while, Lan Wangji said, "Jiang Cheng knows who you are."

Wei Wuxian sat on the flower donkey and let the little apple walk slowly, and said, "Yeah, I know. But knowing how, he can't give any evidence."

Different offerings are not traceable, as they are not captured. Jiang Cheng was only judged by the look after he saw the dog. However, once Wei Wuxi was afraid of dogs, Jiang Cheng had never said anything to anyone. Secondly, his expression and reaction to these things were not very familiar to people, and he could not judge and could not prove anything. Even though Jiang Cheng is now posting announcements everywhere and telling Yiling's ancestor Wei Wuxian to be a dog, it is estimated that everyone will only be a sacred hand of the three poisons and suddenly bored to take them out.

Wei Wuxian said: "So I'm really curious. How on earth did you recognize me?"

Lan Wangji said quietly: "I'm also curious, why do you remember so badly?"

They were supposed to go straight to Gusu. On the way, I heard that there was a strange monster in a certain place in Tanzhou, so I went around a little and hunted at night. The return journey was peaceful, through a garden.

The garden is huge with stone pavilions and stone tables and stone benches for flower and moon viewing. However, after years of rain and wind, the pavilion was missing a corner, and the stone bench fell by two. There were no flowers in the garden, but dead branches and leaves. This garden, already has been abandoned for many years.

Lan Si chased: "This is the garden of the dill girl."

Lan Jingyi said, "Who is the dill? Who is it? Does this garden have a master? Why does it look so broken, no one has taken care of it for a long time."

Flowers that are short-lived and bloom in seasons are called dill flowers. There are many varieties and different colors, and the garden is full of fragrance when opening. Hearing this name, Wei Wuxian moved in his heart and remembered something.

Lan Si chased: "This garden used to be famous. I read it in the book. In the article" The Flower Soul of Dill ", there is a flower garden in Tanzhou, and a flower garden. Poems under the moon, Shijia, I gave a flower of dill, which will not wither for three years, and its fragrance will last forever. If the poem is not good, or the chant is wrong, the woman will suddenly come out, hold the flower and throw her face, and then hide. "

Lan Jingyi said: "The wrong poem is to be hit by her face with a flower? Do n’t make the flower thorny, or if I try it, I will be smashed and bleeding on my face. What kind of monster is this? ? "

Lan Si chased: "It is said that the earliest owner of the flower garden was a poet. He planted these flowers with his own hands, and took the flowers as friends. He chanted here every day. A ray of spirits turned into a dill girl. When outsiders came here, the poem chanted well, reminding her of the person who planted her, and gave a flower as soon as she was happy. If the chant was wrong, she would start from the flowers Inside, people hit the head and face with flowers. Those who were hit would faint and woke up and found themselves thrown out of the garden. Ten years ago, people who came to this garden could be said to be endless. "

Wei Wuxian said, "Fengya, Fengya. But there is no such thing in Gu Sulan's library, and I want to be honest with you, what book are you reading."

Lan Sichai flushed on her face and went to see Lan Wangji quietly. Lan Jingyi said, "Isn't the dihua girl very beautiful? Otherwise why do so many people come?"

Seeing Lan Wangji has no blame, Lan Si chased: "It should be very beautiful. But few people see it. After all, even if I can't write poems, what's the point of memorizing one or two poems? It ’s difficult, so most people get a gift from the dill girl. Even if there are occasional groans, you ca n’t see the dill girl ’s face. Only one person is excluded.

Another boy asked, "Who?"

Wei Wuxian coughed lightly.

Lan Si chased: "Yi Ling ancestor Wei Wuxian."

Wei Wuxian coughed again and said, "Why is he again? Can we talk about something else?"

No one cares about him. Lan Jingyi waved her hand: "Don't make a noise. What happened to Wei Wuxian? What did he do? Did he catch the dill girl?"

Lan Si chased: "This is not true. However, in order to see the face of the dill girl, he came to this garden every time, deliberately chanting the wrong poem, causing the dill girl to get angry and hit him with flowers, Throw him out again, and when he wakes up, he crawls in again and continues to misunderstand. After repeating this for more than 20 times, he finally sees the face of the dihua girl, but he is also angry with him for a long time. I never came out again. When I saw him in, there was a mess of flowers and rain, even more amazing than the wonderful scenery ... "

The teenagers laughed together and said, "Wei Wuxian really hates this!"

"How so boring!"

Wei Wuxian touched his chin and said, "What ’s so boring. Who never did one or two of these things when he was young? Then again, why did anyone even know this kind of thing? Remember it On the book? "

Lan Wangji looked at him. Although his face was expressionless, his eyes were filled with strange light, and it seemed to make fun of him. Wei Wuxian said, "You make fun of me? Hey, Lan Zhan actually makes fun of me."

He said: "Your group of children, uneasy, unconscious. I must be reading miscellaneous books every day, not concentrating on cultivation. Go back and ask Han Guangjun to punish you for copying the family discipline, ten times.

The teenagers were frightened: "Stand upside down ten times?!"

Wei Wuxian was also shocked, looking at Lan Wangji: "Your family is now penalizing for copying? It's too hard."

Lan Wangji said: "Someone will never learn a lesson just by penalizing."

They were so excited to hear the story that they would spend the night in Shi Garden. Ye Su is also a commonplace for night hunters. He picks up east and west, piles up dead branches and leaves, and sets up a bonfire. Lan Wangji went out to inspect and see if there were any changes around here. Wei Wuxian sat next to the fire, and now he finally had a chance to ask, saying, "Yes, what's the meaning of your family's rubbing amount?"

When it comes to this, the faces of the teenagers suddenly change, and they all get upset.

Lan Sizhui carefully said: "Mo Young Master, don't you know?"

Wei Wuxian said, "If I know, I still ask? Am I like such a boring person?"

Lan Jingyi muttered, "You still don't know."

Lan Sizhai seems to be thinking about the wording and pondering for a while before she said: "Yes. Gu Su Lan's wiping amount means" constraining myself ", do you know?"

Wei Wuxian said, "Know?"

Lan Sizhuo continued: "And the ancestor Lan An's ancestor Lan An has a word, only in the presence of those who are destined and devoted, there is no need to have any restrictions. Therefore, the blue family's wiping amount, past Since then, no one can touch, take it off, or tie it to someone else. This is taboo. Well, only, only ... "

There is nothing more to say.

Along the campfire, these young and immature blushes turned into a blush, Lan Sichai couldn't say any more.

Wei Wuxian feels that more than half of the blood in his body has rushed into his brain.

This amount, this amount, this, this-

The meaning of this amount is quite heavy!

He suddenly felt the need for fresh air, and stood up arrogantly, choked out, and said, "... What have I done !!! What has he done !!!"

In Qishan that year, Wen held a hundred talks. The conference lasted for seven days, and the daily Yuxing projects were different for seven days. One day was archery.

Of the more than a thousand human-sized paper man targets, only a hundred of them are equipped with fierce spirits, and youngsters who have not reached the weak crown enter the battle. As long as the wrong one is shot, you must leave the field. Only by constantly shooting the correct paper man with a fierce spirit can you stay in the field, and finally calculate who has shot the most and most accurately.

It was more than a year since Wei Wuxian was studying in Yunshen and was sent back to Yunmeng. After returning to Yunmeng, he told people how to forget the blue forgetting machine, how to be boring, and it was not too long before he left this day behind, and continued to wave on the lake and go wild in the mountains.

He listened to the debate all morning, and he was dizzy. He lifted his bow and arrow to get a little easier. At a glance, he saw that there was a handsome young man with a face covered with powder and cold. , Wearing a red round neck shirt, a nine-ring belt, narrow sleeves. This is the uniform of the juniors at the Qishan Hundred Schools Symposium. He was dressed beautifully, three-pointed, three-pointed, and the remaining four points are all handsome, which can't help but shine.

The boy was carrying a bunch of white arrows with tail feathers, and bowed his head to try the bow. He had long fingers, and flicked the bowstrings, making a string-like sound, pleasant and stiff.

Wei Wuxian saw this boy a little familiar, thought for a while, patted his thigh, and greeted him cheerfully: "Well, isn't this forgotten brother?"

Lan Wangji tried his bow and turned away.

Wei Wuxian was boring again, and said to Jiang Cheng: "Don't hit me again. Hey."

There are more than 20 entrances to the shooting range, each of which is different. Lan Wangji walked to the entrance of Gu Su Lan's, and Wei Wuxian rushed past. Lan Wangji leaned sideways, and he also sideways; Lan Wangji moved, so did he. All in all it was blocking him from leaving.

In the end, Lan Wangji settled in place, raised his head slightly, and said, "Borrowed."

Wei Wuxian said: "Is it reasonable? Did you pretend not to know, or did you not hear it?"

Not far away, the teenagers of other families are looking at this, strange, smiling. Jiang Cheng pouted impatiently, carrying his arrow to the other entrance.

Lan Wangji raised her eyes coldly and repeated: "Borrow."

Wei Wuxian smiled, raised his eyebrows, and leaned over his side. The arch at the entrance was narrow, and Lan Wangji had to pass next to him. When he entered, Wei Wuxian shouted behind his back: "Lan Zhan, you have wiped your forehead."

Aristocratic Family children pay great attention to instrumentation, especially Gusu Lanshi. Hearing that, Lan Wangji raised his hand without thinking. But the amount was so clear and correct that he turned around and turned to Wei Wuxian with a bad look, and the latter turned to the entrance of Yunmeng Jiang with a smile.

After the game officially started, Aristocratic Family children kept exiting because they shot ordinary paper people by mistake. Wei Wuxian fired one arrow at a time, but shot very slowly, but he made no mistakes. The arrows in the quiver dropped out seventeen or eight. Suddenly, something floated on his face, making Wei Wuxian's cheek tickle, and he looked back, and it turned out that Lan Wangji had gone near him, turned his back to him, Paper man pulls a bow.

The wiper's streamer floated in the wind and gently struck Wei Wuxian's face. He said, "Forget the brother!"

Lan Wangji pulled his bow full, and said, "What is it."

Wei Wuxian said, "You have misplaced your forehead."

Lan Wangji didn't believe him anymore this time. He flew an arrow and uttered two words without looking back: "boring."

Wei Wuxian said, "This time it is true! It is really crooked. If you do n’t believe me, I will give you right."

He said to do it, grabbed the wiper tailband floating in front of his eyes. The bad thing is that he has a low-handed hand. Before pulling Yunmeng's braid, the girl's braids were used to it. As soon as she caught the silk, she wanted to pull it, and this time she also pulled it. Who knows, this wiping amount was slightly skewed and loosened a little. When he pulled it, it slipped off the blue forgetting amount.

In a flash, Lan Wangji's hand holding the bow was stunned. After a long while, he turned back stiffly, turning his eyes to Wei Wuxian very slowly.

Wei Wuxian still holds the white wiping amount in his hand, and said, "Sorry, I didn't mean it. You can tie it again."

Lan Wangji's face is very ugly.

There is a black cloud covering his Yintang, and the back of the hand holding the bow is full of blue muscles. The whole person seems to be shaking. Wei Wuxian looked at him as if bloodshot had climbed up in his eyes. He couldn't help pinching the wiper and said, "This thing I pulled off is indeed a wiper, isn't it somewhere on his body?"

Seeing him even dare to pinch, Lan Wangji swiftly snatched the wiped amount in his hand.

When he won, Wei Wuxian let go. Several other children of the Lan family stopped firing arrows, came around, whispered something to the silent Lan Wangji, shook their heads, and looked at Wei Wuxian with strange and strange eyes that were unknown.

Wei Wuxian only heard vague words, "don't care", "accident", "don't take it seriously", "don't need to be angry", "man", etc., and became more and more confused. Lan Wangji glanced at him fiercely, turned his sleeves, and walked out of the field.

Jiang Cheng came over and said, "What are you doing? Don't you let him not be stabbed? He won't be happy if he doesn't die in a day."

Wei Wuxian spread his hand and said, "I said that he wiped his forehead. The first time was to lie to him, but the second time was true. He didn't believe it, and he was angry. I didn't deliberately pull him off. , Why do you say he was so angry? He didn't even participate in the game. "

Jiang Chengdao: "Who knows, it may be annoying because of you!"

The arrow already behind him is almost finished, and Wei Wuxian sees this and starts to work hard.

In this paragraph, he did n’t think about it for so many years. He did n’t doubt whether the amount of rubbing had any special meaning to the Lan family, but after finishing the game, he left the matter behind him. . Now think about what other blue family children who were present at that time looked at him-

In the presence of the public, a mixed boy was forcibly taken away and wiped his forehead, Lan Zhan didn't strangle him on the spot-the cultivation is really terrible! !! !!

Lan Jingyi wondered, "What is he doing walking around there alone? Ca n’t you eat too much?”

Another boy said, "His face is red and green ... Is it bad ..."

Wei Wuxian walked more than fifty laps around a bunch of dead flowers before calming down and saying to himself: "Wei Wuxian, you can live so long before you die, not die in your teens, it is a life Great luck! But hasn't Lan Zhan's wiping amount been picked by anyone else? No one else has touched it? Only me ... "

Thinking of this, he suddenly heard the sound of the dead leaves being crushed behind him.

Football is not a child, but Lan Wangji should be back. Wei Wuxian wondered how to verify if this is the case. When he turned around, he saw a black figure standing not far behind him, a dead tree. Under the shadow.

This figure is tall, erect, and powerful.

Just one head missing.