The Founder of Diabolism: 63 | Yourou 14th

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Wei Wuxian murmured suddenly: "... Lan Zhan."

He reached out and grabbed one of Lan Wangji's sleeves. Lan Wangji kept by his side, and immediately leaned down and said softly, "I'm here."

Wei Wuxian is not awake, his eyes are still tightly closed, but his hands are holding him, as if dreaming, muttering, "... you ... don't get angry ..." >

Lan Wangji said for a moment, and said softly, "I'm not angry."

Wei Wuxian said, "... oh."

After hearing this, he felt relieved and his fingers were loose.

Lan Wangji sat beside Wei Wuxian for a while and saw that he was still still, ready to get up. Who knows, Wei Wuxian grabbed him with another hand and held him in one arm. Let it go, shouting, "I'll go with you, take me back to your house!"

Lan Wangji opened his eyes wide.

After shouting this, Wei Wuxian seemed to wake himself up, his eyelashes trembled, and slowly opened his eyes. His eyes went from chaotic to clear, and suddenly he found that his hands were like holding hands. Life-saving straws and driftwood in the water generally hold blue forget-me-nots.

He immediately withdrew his hand, and he almost kicked away. The movement was too big, which affected the wound on the abdomen. "Ah" frowned, and then he remembered that there was still injury on his body. In front of Venus bursts, Jin Ling, Jiang Cheng, Jiang Yanli, Jiang Fengmian, Madam Yu ... Many faces turned in front of him. Lan Wangji held him down and said, "Abdominal injury?"

Wei Wuxian said: "Hurt? Nothing hurts ..."

Lan Wangji pressed him firmly and opened his clothes. The abdomen already was properly bandaged. Then he opened the bandage to see that the wound had healed with already. Looking at the legs, the evil curse disappeared.

Wei Wuxian said, "How long have I been lying?"

Confirming that his injuries were indeed unharmed, Lan Wangji released him and said, "Four days."

Jin Ling's sword is striking straight, the wound is not shallow, and he can heal without scars in four days, which is indispensable for Gusu Lan's top-quality medicine. Wei Wuxian thanked him by the way, and ridiculed himself by the way: "On the contrary, I became so delicate after resurrection, and I couldn't hold it with a sword."

Lan Wangji whispered quietly: "No one can hold his body with a sword."

Wei Wuxian said: "That's not necessarily the case. If I changed my body for the rest of my life, I could hang my half intestine and plug it back for another 300 battles."

Looking at him and waking up again, Lan Wangji shook his head and turned his face away. Wei Wuxian thought he was about to leave. He was busy: "Lan Zhan and Lan Zhan! Don't go. I'm nonsense, I'm not good , Don't ignore me. "

Lan Wangji said, "Are you afraid people will ignore you?"

Wei Wuxian said: "Afraid, afraid."

He hasn't experienced already for a long time. After waking up from the injury, someone felt like he was standing beside him.

Lan Wangji has two swords around his waist, and he will take them down casually and hand him: "Your sword."

After seeing this sword, Wei Wuxian was surprised at first, and he said, "Thank you."

Holding the sword handle and pulling it out gently, a pair of eyes are reflected on the bright blade edge. Wei Wuxian stared at these eyes for a while, and re-inserted it into the sheath, and said, "Is it really sealed automatically?"

Lan Wangji also held the random hilt of the sword and pulled it out without moving. Wei Wuxian sighed, patted the sword body, and said, "I knew that Jin Guangyao didn't dare to make up for it ... it really sealed the sword. There was nothing good about me that made me run into it. This is a good thing. The evidence is as strong as the mountain. The person who is surely is Wei Wuxian who hasn't run, and it's impossible to resist. "

Looking around, this is a clean and simple room with dim light and only a paper lamp in the corner. Wei Wuxian asked, "Where is this?"

Lan Wangji said: "Yunshen doesn't know where."

Wei Wuxian said: "You took me back to Yunshen and I don't know? What if I get discovered by your Brother?"

A humane: "I found it already."

Someone turned in after the screen, his face was white, his face was like a beautiful jade, and his look was awe-inspiring.

In Yunshen, where he had been wounded for four days, he had not been arrested by the people of the Jin family in Lanling. It would not be a threat to come to Lan Xichen. In addition, Lan Wangji was beside him. Wei Wuxian was not alert. He suddenly remembered the incident and asked, "What about Chi Fengzun's body?"

Lan Xichen said: "The bodies of Brother have been seen by everyone, and now they are kept by Huai Sang. I have also sent someone I can trust to look after."

Wei Wuxian was slightly relieved, and asked, "Jin Guangyao's reaction?"

Lan Wangji said: "Seamless."

Wei Wuxian had known that Jin Guangyao would definitely take a full stance and confirm that he could not destroy the body. Who knows, Lan Xichen slowly said: "He said that following up on this matter will definitely give an account. And since Wei Young Master already wakes up, then, should you give me an account if you forget the machine."

Lan Wangji got up and said, "Brother."

Lan Xichen sighed, and said, "Forget the plane, let me tell you what is good."

Lan Wangji said: "Brother, Chi Fengzun's head is indeed in the hands of Jin Guangyao."

Lan Xichen said, "What have you seen with your own eyes?"

Lan Wangji said, "He saw it with his own eyes."

Lan Xichen said, "Do you believe him?"

Lan Wangji said: "Letter."

He answered without hesitation, Wei Wuxian's chest warmed up. Lan Xichen said, "What about Jin Guangyao?"

Lan Wangji said: "Not credible."

Lan Xichen smiled and said, "Forget the machine, how do you judge, is a person credible or not?"

He looked at Wei Wuxian and said: "You believe in Wei Young Master, but I believe in Jin Guangyao. The head of Brother is in his hands, and we have not witnessed it ourselves. One's understanding, I believe that person's speech.

"You think you know Wei Wuxian, so you trust him; and I also think you know Jin Guangyao, so I trust him. You believe in my judgment, so can't I trust my judgment?"

Wei Wuxian was afraid that the two brothers would quarrel because of this, and said, "Lord of the Blue!"

He is not unable to understand Lan Xichen. He looked at Jin Guangyao from the perspective of Nie Mingxuan and took a look at his treacherousness and ambition. However, if Jin Guangyao has been showing up in disguise in front of Lan Xichen for many years, there is no reason for him not to believe his own innocence. Brother, but believe in a notorious person.

Lan Xichen said, "We don't have to worry about Wei Young Master. Until the incident is over, I won't give partiality to any party or expose your whereabouts. Otherwise, I won't let me forget to send you to me. Cold room, healed you. "

Wei Wuxian said: "Thank you, Lord Lan, for giving Wei a chance. Chi Fengzun's head is in Jin Guangyao's closet. It is true that I not only saw it, but also was infected by his resentment and saw something. . I don't know if this is a proof? "

Lan Xichen calmly said: "Wei Young Master, maybe you did see something, but you can't prove that you saw it in the back room of Jinlintai."

Wei Wuxian said, "Well. This is true. Let me say something else. The immediate cause of Chi Fengzun's death was indeed a madness, but you don't think the timing is too coincident? This is one of the reasons, but you haven't thought about it. Are there other reasons behind it? "

Lan Xichen said, "What do you think is the inducement."

Wei Wuxian said: "Qingxin Xuanqu."

Lan Xichen said: "Wei Young Master, you know, the pure heart mystery he played was taught to him by myself."

Wei Wuxian said, "So, please ask the Lord Lan, is there any strangeness in this piece?"

His flute was placed on the bedside. Wei Wuxian held it up and thought of lowering his head. At the end of the song, he said, "Lord Zong, is this song really the one you taught to Jin Guangyao?"

Lan Xichen said: "Correct."

Wei Wuxian was slightly surprised, but also calmed down, and said, "What's the name of this song?"

Lan Xichen said: "This song is called" Washing China ", and it has the effect of calming down the mind."

Wei Wuxian said: "Washing China. I have heard a lot of Xuanmen's famous songs, why don't I remember its name and melody?"

Lan Wangji said: "This song is cold and difficult to learn."

Lan Xichen said: "Correct."

Wei Wuxian said, "Is Jin Guangyao going to learn this by name?"

Lan Xichen said, "Yes."

Wei Wuxian said: "Is it really so difficult to learn? Then why did Jin Guangyao name this piece instead of other ones that are easier to learn?"

Lan Xichen said: "Because I told him," Washing China "is difficult to learn, but its effectiveness is very good. This song is really tricky, just before Wei Young Master blown the wrong paragraph?"

Wen Yan, Wei Wuxian moved in his heart and said, "Did I blow it wrong?"

Lan Wangji said: "There is a paragraph in the middle, wrong."

Wei Wuxian laughed: "No, no. It wasn't me who was wrong. It was Jin Guangyao who was wrong! When the resentment attacked, he really played like this. I can guarantee that I have a good sentence Repeated. "

Lan Xichen wondered: "That's what he learned wrong? It's ... impossible."

Wei Wuxian said: "It is really impossible. Concentrate and clever. He has excellent memory. How can he remember the wrong tune? I'm afraid most of them are intentional. I ’ll blow it again. The two listened carefully to the 'wrong' section. "

He did blow it again. When the second paragraph was near the end, Lan Wangji said, "Stop."

Lan Xichen said, "It's just the section."

Wei Wuxian took off the flute on his lips, and said, "This is really this paragraph? But I don't think it sounds like a contradiction."

Lan Xichen said: "It does not violate peace. However, it is definitely not a part of" Washing China. "

If it ’s a common mistake, it wo n’t blend in with the other parts of the original song. This melody must have been deliberately polished and inserted | introduced. And this paragraph does not belong to "Washing China", but the strange melody mixed with "Washing China" is likely to be the key to Nie Mingxuan's death.

Thinking for a moment, Lan Xichen said, "You follow me."

Out of the room, Wei Wuxian took a moment's notice.

This is a secluded little building, I don't know which hidden corner in Yunshen. Lan's fairy house resides in the deep mountains, and the pines and trees are covered in the territory. Most of them are green trees and grasses. They are not flowerless. They are fresh and elegant varieties such as magnolia, gardenia, and white chrysanthemum. Before this room, it was planted with purple gentian. The flowers are petite, the colors are bright and charming, and they seem to emit a faint fluorescence in the night, as beautiful as dreams.

Wei Wuxian felt that there must be a difference here, but he had only a glance and had no time to study it. The time has passed, and Yunshen didn't know that most of the people in the office had already rested, very quiet, and no one was on the way. Lan Xichen took them straight to the library.

Yunshen did not know where it was burned by a fire. The library library is not the library library of the year, but after the reconstruction, it is exactly the same as the original structure. Even the magnolia tree outside the cabinet was replanted. When the three entered the cabinet, Wei Wuxian doubted, "Lord Zong, can you find the source of this melody here?"

Lan Xichen said, "Not here."

He came to a row of bookcases, squatted down, lifted a mat there, and uncovered the wooden board below, saying, "Here it is."

Under the wood board is a hidden door.

Lan Wangji said: "Forbidden | Study room."

Under the dark door, there is a dark ladder with more than fifty steps. The three people descend down the dark ladder in order, and present in front of Wei Wuxian's eyes. It is a dry and wide underground stone chamber, and the sound of footsteps is stirred in the basement. Empty echo. Forbidden | There are rows of bookcases in the study room. There are books on the grid that are sparsely sorted. It seems that no one has turned them for many years.

Lan Xichen took them before a row of book grids, saying: "This grid is all different genealogs."

Prohibited | There is a book case in the library, and there is only one paper lantern on the case. Lan Wangji took the pen and paper that has been unattended for many years on the grid, and wrote three tunes of that melody silently. Three people sat around the case of the book and cooperated with each other. Each person was responsible for dozens of books, one by one, and compared the scores listed in the banned book one by one, looking for the parts that matched them.

However, after two hours, none of them found a score that matches that melody. That is, no source has been identified.

Wi Wuxian, while stroking the music in one glance, said, "Isn't the Blue House's collection library banned | Study's Biography does not include this tune? Impossible, if even the Blue House has no collection, others The place is impossible to collect. Will Jin Guangyao create a Divine Comedy by himself? In this case, it will be troublesome. You must prove that this piece has ghosts, unless you find someone to listen to it for a few months to experiment. But he is smart , But in the end is a monk halfway, not too clever enough to create his own ... "

Wei Wuxian looked at these dense small prints for a long time, and was a little dazzled. He still had a few copies on hand. Lan Wangji had finished reading his stack, and silently took the few books that Wei Wuxian had laid aside, and looked down. Lan Xichen slowly raised his eyes, saw this scene, and stopped talking.

At this moment, Lan Wangji said, "This one."

He handed over the book in his hand, Wei Wuxian immediately excited, but carefully looked at the two pages he opened, comparing the residual spectrum in his hand and saying: "Are they completely different?"

Lan Wangji stood up, sat next to him, and showed him: "See two pages before and after."

With their heads together, Lan Wangji's voice was in his ear, low and magnetic. Wei Wuxian's hand trembled slightly, and the book almost fell. It was so easy to hold my mind, forcing himself to move his eyes away from Lan Wangji's long and fair fingers, and distinguished carefully, saying, "Ah, two pages before and after."

At first glance, there seems to be nothing wrong with this book, but if you are familiar with the rhythm, if you pay more attention to it, you can see that the page opened, the music on the previous page and the music on the next page. The tune is not accessible.