The Founder of Diabolism: 45 | The ninth leader 3

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I do n’t know why, Wei Wuxian was inexplicably guilty tonight, and did n’t dare to go to bed with Lan Wangji to sleep as usual, sitting on the ground to deal with the whole night, I do n’t know when the head tilted and fell asleep on the wooden couch past. 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 five or six minutes, and shouted, "Lan Zhan."

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

Lan Wangji said, "Wake up."

Wei Wuxian said, "Oh ... it's time."

Lan Wangji wakes up on time every day at this moment, so Wei Wuxian can judge the time without looking out the window. He picked up Wei Wuxian's wrists, with blood scars on both wrists. Lan Wangji took out a small cyan porcelain bottle from his sleeve and lowered his head to give him medicine. When the delicate ointment was applied, there was a sudden coolness. Wei Wuxian narrowed his eyes and said, "It hurts ... Han Guangjun, 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 seemed to be doing a bad thing quietly, stealing something, and hiding in the corner alone, snickering and laughing, no one found it, and regret that no one shared his unspeakable joy. 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 wander too far: "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? Well, I got the top spot, should I tell him? He knows if he will cry, hey, maybe he did when he was a kid, it should not now. And he is like a wooden monk, maybe he never Haven't moved that mind ... No! When he was drunk last time, I asked him 'Are there people you like' and he answered 'Yes'. Maybe he has kissed others already? But Yilan Zhan ’s habit of restraint is bound to be emotional and polite. He has never kissed him, and he has never pulled his hands. Speaking, maybe he did n’t understand what I asked for 'like'. 'Like' ... "

After Lan Wangji applied Wei Wuxian's medicine, someone knocked on the door gently and knocked three times. Lan Sizhui's voice came: "Han Guangjun, are all 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, each of them went to each other. However, these days were the cat corpse incident, and they spent a thrilling day and night in a foggy ghost city. I also burned paper money together, drank alcohol together, quarreled, and sweared at each other. They were very familiar with each other. On the parting, they reluctantly, dragged around the city gate, and agreed to come to my house. Come and play at the talk, when do you go hunting at your place? 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 bark and run, but could only shrink under the tree, and looked at Jin Ling's side, his tail wriggling.

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

Mo Xuanyu is one of Jin Guangshan's illegitimate sons. He is the half-brother of Jinxuan Xuan and Jin Guangyao. Therefore, in terms of blood relationship, he can also be regarded as Jin Ling's youngest uncle. He urged. He walked and said, "Don't quarrel with you after you go back, listen to him, be careful in the future, don't go out and hunt at night alone."

Although Jin Ling is famous, he has never let go of any rumors. He has no father and mother, and is inevitably eager to achieve success and eager to prove himself. 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 and 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 lira people go to the battlefield to control whether you are a teenager or how old. Now the situation is stable and the family is stable. The atmosphere is naturally not so tense. Of course, everyone ’s cultivation is not so desperate, it is not necessary.

Jin Ling also said: "Even when Wei Yingwei and Gou beheaded and killed Xuanwu, he was a teenager. Even he could, why can't I?"

Wi Wuxian heard that his last name was connected with the word behind him, and he was very creepy, so he could easily shake off a goosebump, and said, "Is that what he killed? Isn't that killed by Han Guangjun? "

When he mentioned Lan Wangji, Jin Ling glanced at him unclearly and wanted to say something, but forcibly resisted, saying, "You and Han Guangjun ... forget it. This is your own business. . In short, I don't want to care about you at all. If you love to break your sleeve, go to it. This disease cannot be cured.

Wei Wuxian said, "How is this called a disease?" In his heart he said, "He thought I was entangled in Lan Zhan shamelessly?!"

Jin Ling also said: "I already knew the meaning of Gu Su Lan's wiping amount. Since it's all like this, then you should stay with Han Guangjun well. Broken sleeves should also be cleaned, please don't go again Provoke other men, especially those in our family! Otherwise blame me for being polite to 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: "You child! What does it mean to provoke other men, what does it sound like to me. Wipe? What does Gu Sulan's wipe amount mean?"

Jin Ling said: "You come less! If you get cheap and sell well, don't be complacent. 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 calmly replied, "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 for Lanling. It seems that he still dare not go back to Yunmeng Lianhuawu to see Jiang Cheng. The children of 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.

As they walked away, several juniors couldn't control themselves and frequently turned back. Lan Jingyi didn't say anything on her mouth, but her face was empty and full of reluctance, and asked, "Where are we going next?"

Lan Si chased: "Ze Wujun is hunting at night in Tanzhou area now. Do we go straight back to Yunshen, or go there to meet him?"

Lan Wangji said: "Tanzhou, meet."

Wei Wuxian said: "It's good, I can help you a little bit. Anyway, I don't know where to go next to find a good brother."

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, people who were not very familiar with expressions and reactions could not make a conclusion and could not prove anything. Even though Jiang Cheng is now posting announcements everywhere and telling Yiling's ancestor Wei Wuxian to be dog-suggested, it is estimated that everyone will only be the three poisonous sacred hand for years to hunt down Yiling's ancestors but always catch the wrong person and finally go crazy. Already.

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?"

I will arrive in Tanzhou soon, and I have not yet met with Lan Xichen. The juniors saw that the garden was huge and extraordinary. No one looked after them. They couldn't help but wonder and went inside. As long as it is not against family rules and regulations, Lan Wangji never stops them, so they enter. There are stone pavilions, stone tables, and stone benches in the garden for viewing the flowers and the moon. However, the rain and wind have blown for many years. The pavilion is missing a corner, and the stone bench has fallen by two. There were no flowers in the garden, but dead branches and leaves. This garden, already has been abandoned for many years.

After all the juniors strolled for a little while, Lan Si chased: "This is the garden of the dill girl?"

Lan Jingyi said, "Who is that? Who is that? Is there a master in this garden? Why does it look so broken, it has been left unattended 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 cares for the pillars of Shi Ting, thinking for a moment, and saying, "If I remember correctly, it should be. This garden was once very famous. I read it in the book. , Tanzhou has a flower garden and a flower garden. There is a poem under the moon, Shijia, and a dill flower is presented. It will not wither for three years and its fragrance will last forever. If the poem is poor, or the yin is wrong, the woman suddenly appears and holds flowers. Throw a face, then hide. "

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

Lan Si chased: "The monster is probably not counted, it should be said to be a strange monster. According to legend, the earliest owner of the flower garden was a poet. He planted these flowers with his own hands, and took the flowers as friends, and chanted in this garden every day. The flowers were affected by the poetry of the book fragrance, and a faint soul condensed, turning into a dill girl. When outsiders came here, the poem chanted well, reminding her of the person who planted her, and gave a flower when she was happy. Wrong, she got out of the flowers and hit people's head and face with flowers. Those who were hit would faint and woke up and found that she was thrown out of the garden. More than ten years ago, came to this The people in the garden can be said to be endless. "

Wei Wuxian said, "Feng Ya, Feng Ya. But there is no such thing in Gu Sulan's library. I think I'll be honest with you, who read it?"

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

Seeing Lan Wangji has no blame, Lan Sizhuan secretly sighed with relief, then answered with a smile: "It should be very beautiful. After all, it is so elegant and strange, and it is such a beautiful thing. But in fact, no one has ever seen the face of the dihua girl clearly. After all, even if she can't write poems, how difficult is it to memorize one or two verses, so most people get the flowers given by the dihua girl. Even if he was beaten occasionally, he was fainted immediately, and was missed. But ... except for only one person.

Another boy asked, "Who?"

Wei Wuxian coughed lightly.

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

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

No one cares about him. Lan Jingyi waved her hand, worried about the truth: "Do n’t you make a noise! ​​What happened to Wei Wuxian? What did he do? This big devil, did he forcefully capture the dill girl?"

Lan Si chased: "This is not true. However, in order to see the face of the dill girl, he specially came from Yunmeng to Tanzhou, and in this garden, he deliberately chanted the wrong poem every time, causing him The dill girl hits him with flowers and throws him out. He wakes up and crawls in again, and continues to read aloud. After repeating this for more than twenty times, she finally sees the dill lady ’s face and goes out to praise people everywhere .But he was also mad at him, and she never came out again for a long time. As soon as I saw him in, it was raining wildly. >

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 did n’t do one or two of these things when he was young? Then again, why did anyone even know this kind of thing? There is a serious record in it In the book, this is really boring. "

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, "Hey, Lan Zhan is so embarrassed to read my joke. I know about the funeral of your youth. There are no ten or eight. I will tell this group of children sooner or later. It will destroy them. Bingqing Yujie's sacred and inviolable image. Wait. "

He said: "You children, you are not calm and unsure, you must be reading miscellaneous books every day and not concentrating on cultivation. Go back and ask Han Guangjun to punish you for copying your family motto ten times.

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

Wei Wuxian was also shocked. He looked at Lan Wangji: "Your family's penal copy is to be copied upside down? Too cruel."

Lan Wangji said quietly: "Someone just penalizes the copy, and there are always people who don't remember the lesson. Stand upside down, remember deeply, and still practice."

Wi Wuxian is naturally the one who does n’t remember the lesson, pretending not to understand, turned around, and fortunately did not let him stand upside down and copied it.

A group of teenagers listened to the story with great enthusiasm and decided to spend the night at Shi Garden. Ye Su is also a common practice in night hunting, so everyone picked up the West, piled up a pile of dead branches and leaves, and gave birth to a bonfire. Lan Wang went out to patrol to ensure the safety of the vicinity, and by the way, prevent the attack in the middle of the night. Wei Wuxian straightened his legs and sat next to the fire. Seeing that Lan Wangji finally left, he now had a chance to confuse him and said, "Yes, ask a question. What does the amount on your house mean?" /

Thanks to this, the faces of the teenagers suddenly changed, and they all became embarrassed. Wei Wuxian snorted suddenly, his heart pounding.

Lan Sizhuan carefully said, "Senior, don't you know?"

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

Lan Jingyi murmured: "It's very similar ... After all, you can even trick us to line up to watch that kind of thing ..." Wei Wuxian stirred Mars with a tree branch and said: "I wasn't for you to exercise and break through yourself? Obviously very useful. Remember me, you will benefit a lot from now on."

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" regulating self ", do you know this senior?"

Wei Wuxian said, "I know. Then?"

Lan Sizhuan continued: "And the ancestor Lan An, the ancestor of Lan Su, said that only in the presence of the destined and devoted people, there is no need to have any restrictions. Therefore, the lessons passed down through the ages are all Yes, uh, the amount of rubbing in our house is a very, very personal and sensitive precious thing. No one else can touch it, not take it off, and it can't be tied to someone else. This is a taboo. , 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!

Suddenly he felt the need for fresh air suddenly. Huo Ran stood up and choked out, holding on to a dead tree to barely stabilize his body, and said, "... my mother! What have I done!"

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

The rules of the game are all young boys who have not reached the weak crown to enter the battle. Among the more than 1,000 real-life, flexible escape paper targets, only one hundred are equipped with evil spirits. Just shoot The wrong one must immediately exit the field. Only by constantly shooting the correct paper man with the evil spirit, can he stay in the field, and finally calculate who has shot the most, the most accurate, and rank in order.

Of course, Wei Wuxian will of course participate as one of Yunmeng's players. Before the game, he already listened to the debates in the morning, he was dizzy, and it was easy to get a little mentality when he carried his bow and arrow. On the way to the hunting ground while yawning, he swept away, and suddenly he saw a handsome young man with a face covered with powder and frost, wearing a red round neck shirt, a nine-ring belt, and sleeves. Very narrow. This was the uniform of the juniors at the Qishan Hundred Schools Symposium. He was dressed beautifully, with three points of elegance and three points of British spirit, which were all handsome and very beautiful.

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.

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

At that time, it had been more than a year since Wei Wuxian was studying in Yunshen and was sent back to Yunmeng. After returning to Yunmeng, he told people about Gu Su, including a lot of expressions such as Lan Wangji ’s face, which is good-looking, but how to be rigid and boring. He left this period of time behind him and continued on the lake. Going over the waves, and going wild in the mountains. Before, he had only seen Lan Wangji wearing a sober uniform like Gu Su Lan ’s “Pima Daixiao”. He had never seen him in such a bright and eye-catching costume, and then matched Lan Lanji ’s beautiful over-faced face, and they met again. However, he was blinded for a while, and he couldn't recognize it immediately.

Lan Wangji tried the bow over there and turned away. Wei Wuxian had no fun eating, and said to Jiang Cheng: "Don't hit me again. Hey."

Jiang Cheng glanced at him indifferently, and did not intend to ignore it. 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 close to him. When he entered, Wei Wuxian shouted behind his back: "Lan Zhan, you have wiped your forehead."

Aristocratic Family children all pay great attention to instrumentation, especially Gusu Lanshi. Hearing that Lan Wangji raised his hands to help him without thinking, but the amount was well-deserved, and he turned back to Wei Wuxian with a bad look, and the latter turned to the entrance of Yunmeng Jiang with a smile .

After the entry officially started the game, Aristocratic Family children continued to exit 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. He was thinking about what would happen with a backhand shot. Suddenly, something was floating on his face.

This thing is light and soft, and Wei Wuxian's cheeks are usually tickled by the fluff. He looked back. It turned out that before he knew it, Lan Wangji had gone near him, turned his back to him, and was pulling a bow at a paper man.

The wiper's streamer lifted in the wind and gently struck Wei Wuxian's face.

He narrowed his eyes and said, "Forget the brother!"

Lan Wangji pulled the bow like a full moon, paused for a moment, and said, "What happened."

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 sloppy hand. He used to pull the girl's braid on Lameng's side. When he caught the bar, he wanted to pull it, so this time he didn't think about it. Who knows, this wiping amount was slightly skewed and loosened a little, and when he pulled it, it fell off the blue forgetting amount.

Lan Wangji ’s hand holding the bow suddenly became a tadpole.

After a long while, he turned back stiffly, turning his eyes slowly and slowly to Wei Wuxian.

Wei Wuxian still holds the soft wiper in his hand, and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. Here you are, please tie it back."

Lan Wangji's face is very ugly.

There is a black cloud covering his Yintang. The back of the hand holding the bow is full of blue muscles, and the whole person seems to be shaking with anger. 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 and turned around. Lan Xichen took his brother's shoulder and whispered something to the silent Lan Wangji. The others were also serious, such as facing the enemy, shaking his head while talking, and using the strangeness of unknown meaning. Looked at Wei Wuxian.

Wei Wuxian only heard vague words, "accident", "no need to be angry", "don't need to care", "man", "house rules", and so on, and they 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 Cheng teased: "It's worth saying, of course, you hate him because of you!"

already, the arrow 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 had any special meaning to the Lan family, but after the match, he left the matter behind him. . Now think about what other blue family children who were present at that time looked at him-

A zombie boy was forcibly removed and wiped his forehead in front of the audience, Lan Zhan didn't shoot him on the spot-the cultivation is really terrible! It is indeed Han Guangjun! !! !!

And think about it, after coming back, Lan Wangji's wiping amount seems to have been touched more than once! !! !!

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 ..."

"Let's not eat anything ... Is it because of the amount of rubbing? Don't be so excited, it seems that he is really obsessed with Han Guangjun, please to please him ..."

Wei Wuxian walked more than fifty laps around a bunch of dead flowers before reluctantly calming down. He couldn't help crying when he heard the last sentence. At this moment, I heard the sound of broken leaves stepping behind me.

Listening to the footsteps is not a child, but Lan Wangji should be back. Wei Wuxian quickly adjusted his expression and turned around, and saw a black figure standing in the shadow of a dead tree not far behind him.

This figure is tall, erect, and powerful.

Just one head missing.

The author has something to say: Wan Wanjun is attacking hahaha, new readers may not know the author's urine. But please believe me Wanjun is really attacking.

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