The Founder of Diabolism: 66 | Yourou 14th

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Walking down the mountain road, copying the hidden path away from Yunshen, and gradually drifting away, until he completely left the area where Gusu Lan's disciples often live, Wei Wuxian suddenly said, "Oh, my stomach hurts."

Lan Wangji stopped immediately, saying: "rest, change medicine."

Wei Wuxian said, "No, I'll just sit up."

Lan Wangji said, "You sit."

Wei Wuxian said with a bitter face: "But the act of getting on the donkey is too big, I'm afraid of getting a wound."

His wound has already healed. This sentence is obviously deceptive. Lan Wangji stopped, turned around, looked at him, suddenly reached out, avoiding the injured position, hugged his waist, gently lifted him, and placed it on the back of Little Apple.

The two ride on a donkey, and one walks along the road. Wei Wuxian sat on the back of Little Apple and smiled with narrow eyes. Lan Wangji said, "How?"

Wei Wuxian said, "Nothing."

It seemed like a little bad thing, and he was a little smug.

Although he didn't remember much about his childhood, there was a scene that was always blurred in his mind.

A path, a flower donkey, three people. A man in black gently lifted a woman in white, hugged it, put it on the donkey's back, and lifted a little child up to his shoulder.

He's the little kid who can't get human legs. Sitting on the shoulder of the man in black, all of a sudden became very tall and powerful. He grabbed the man's hair for a while, rubbed his face, his legs fluttered, and his mouth screamed. The woman in white sat dangling on the donkey's back and looked at them as if smiling. The man was silent all the time, he didn't like to talk, he just held him up, let him sit higher and more stable, and took the donkey's rope with one hand. Three people crowded on a side road and slowly moved forward.

This is one of his few memories.

That's his father and mother.

Wei Wuxian said, "Lan Zhan, you are pulling the rope."

Lan Wangji said, "Why?"

Little Apple is smart, but it doesn't stop behind. Wei Wuxian said: "Receive a face and get involved."

Although still wondering why Wei Wuxian's smile is so bright, Lan Wangji still took the reins of Apple and held it in his hand.

Wei Wuxian said to himself, "Well, there is a small difference."

Lan Wangji said, "What?"

Wei Wuxian snickered, "Nothing. Lan Zhan, you are such a good person."

Yingling to Yiling, the future is uncertain, even fierce than good fortune, Wei Wuxian is not nervous at all, riding a small flower donkey, there is a blue forgetting machine in front of him to take the rope to guide the way, full of fluttering, free It ’s like driving in the fog, just thinking that even if a bunch of large and small Aristocratic Familys are immediately killed from the roadside, it is not a big deal except to disappoint the bad people. Even in the mood to appreciate Noda under the moonlight, I also pulled out the bamboo flute around my waist. Naturally, he played a melody.

The flute sounds clear, Lan Wangji's footsteps lag slightly, Wei Wuxian suddenly feels bright.

He said: "Lan Zhan! I ask you, what was the name of the song you sang to me at the bottom of the basaltic cave at Muxi Mountain that year?"

Lan Wangji looked at him and said, "Why do you suddenly remember to ask this?"

Wei Wuxian said, "Just tell me, what's your name? I seem to guess how you recognized me."

On the night of Dafan Mountain, the melody that he sent from the ghost, Correct, at the bottom of the basaltic cave at Muxi Mountain slaughter, when he was drowsy and had a low fever, Lan Wangji chanted the melody beside him softly!

Lan Wangji kept silent, Wei Wuxian urged: "Say, what song? Who made it?"

Lan Wangji said: "I."

Wei Wuxian said, "You made it?!"

Lan Wangji said, "Yes."

Wei Wuxian originally thought that the tune was Gu Sulan's not telling a secret tune, etc. It was so unexpected, and it was shocking and joyful. It was unnecessary to say what was shocking, but it was unclear what it was. He tentatively said, "How did you recognize me, that is to say-this piece of music, you have never heard it from others?"

Lan Wangji said, "Never."

Wei Wuxian was pleased and kicked Little Apple. Little Apple yelled angrily, and seemed to want the sister-in-law to lift him down, and Lan Wangji quickly tightened the rope. Wei Wuxian stunned Little Apple's neck and said, "It's okay, it just has this temper, it can only play two times. Let's continue. What's its name?"

Lan Wangji said, "What do you think?"

Wei Wuxian said: "What do I think? Is there a name in the end?" He murmured in his heart, wasn't Lan Zhan named after Jiang Cheng? impossible! He said, "Are you asking me for opinions? I don't think so ..."

After more than eighty names were carefully rejected by Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian's interest finally faded.

The two ran into the searched monk to prevent the road, and they chose remote rural trails. After a day of traveling, Wei Wuxian felt tired and thirsty, and saw that there was a farm house by the road, and Lan Wangji caught the little apple.

No one answered when knocking on the door, and pushed again, and the door opened by itself. There was a handmade wooden table in the center of the yard. On the table was a pot of unpeeled beans. A tall straw haystack was piled by the earth wall, a rake was inserted, and chicks on the ground pecked rice hoe, running around.

Wei Wuxian saw a few melons piled up in the corner of the yard, walked over and hugged one, and said solemnly: "Master is not here, Han Guangjun, let us do it ourselves."

Lan Wangji was about to take out the silver money and put it on the table. Footsteps came from outside the wall. One after the other, it's time for the owner to come home. Wei Wuxian somehow, upon hearing the footsteps, immediately threw Lan Wangji into the straw pile.

Thanks to Lan Wangji's constant calmness, this was not suddenly heard by him. But he obviously did n’t understand why he hid. Wei Wuxian also thought, “Yeah, why do we hide? The villagers in this country wo n’t recognize us, and frankly it ’s not enough to buy food? Maybe it ’s more bad things. Got it. Get used to it. "

However, with this flutter, he overwhelmed the entire person of Lan Wangji on the soft straw pile. This semi-compulsive posture made him feel a strange sense of excitement, and he would never get up. Pretending to erroneously raise his index finger to signal that Lan Wangji should not speak out, and then pretend that this is a last resort, and lie on him with peace of mind.

There was a sound of pushing a wooden stool in the yard. The two farmers' owners seemed to be sitting down at a small wooden table. A female voice: "Brother, hold me."

After hearing this "second brother", Lan Wangji stunned slightly.

At this moment, a male voice said, "Just peel the beans." Then came the mumbled words in the sleeping child.

It looks like this is a young couple. The wife is preparing dinner, while the husband is holding the sleeping child.

Wei Wuxian blinked his left eye at Lan Wangji with a smile, and whispered, "Coincidentally, the owner of this farmhouse is also a 'second brother'."

The end of his words rises, the meaning of teasing is fully revealed. Lan Wangji glanced at him deeply and turned his head. Wei Wuxian was so frightened that he fell to his ear and whispered, "Brother Lan."

Lan Wangji's breath seemed to freeze for a moment, and the eyes that looked over seemed to have the meaning of warning.

In the yard, the wife laughed, "You won't hold it. I'll wake him up later, but I'm not asked to coax."

My husband said, "He is crazy and tired today, and he won't wake up now."

His wife is peeling and peeling beans, saying, "Second brother, you really need to discipline Abao. He is only four years old, and he will have it when he grows up. The children cry a few times. And said that he never wanted to play with him again. "

Husband said, "But I still take care of it every time. I don't want to say it, and I really want to play with him."

Wei Wuxian sighed and said, "Brother Lan, what do you think of this sentence? Do you agree?"

Lan Wangji said, "Stop talking."

They do n’t even hear them at such a volume. The little couple is so accustomed to it. Wei Wuxian already is next to Lan Wangji's ears, and he shouts lightly and softly "Er Brother Blue" seven or eight times in a row. It seemed that Lan Wangji couldn't bear it anymore, and turned around fiercely.

He moves quickly and steadily, and the haystack remains motionless, but Wei Wuxian is already under him.

Lan Wangji whispered: "Again, keep silent."

Wei Wuxian reached out his hand, and Lan Wangji caught his wrist all at once. Wei Wuxian said solemnly: "Han Guangjun, you wipe your forehead and stain it with straw."

After hearing this, Lan Wangji slowly let go. Wei Wuxian helped him remove the tiny straw and brought it to his eyes, proudly saying, "Look, don't lie to you."

It's not long before I hear the young wife said, "But even then, you can't let Abao bully you."

Her husband said leisurely: "You let him go, little boy, don't you just bully whoever you like, just want others to look at him."

Wen Yan, Wei Wuxian smiled with a smile.

At this moment, it seems that the young child woke up and muttered milkily, the couple and the couple quickly coaxed him together. After teasing the child and falling asleep again, the young woman said, "Second Brother, I told you just now that I want you to discipline Abao, not only because of this, but also because of the recent unevenness. You have to let him not play everywhere. Every day Come back early. "

Husband said, "I know. Is it that the old graves near the village have been dug these days?"

My wife said: "I heard that it's not just our village, there are many ancestral tombs in the city. It's too wicked. Abao still plays well at home, don't go out all the time. "

Husband said, "Well. It would be awful if you meet that ancestor of Yiling."

Wei Wuxian: "..."

The young woman said quietly: "I have heard the story of the ancestors of Yiling since I was a child. I thought, 'I will let the ancestors of Yiling come back to you if they are not obedient, and catch you to feed the ghosts.' For those who play, who knows that there is such a person, he actually returns.

Husband said: "Yeah. I thought of him as soon as I heard of the digging of the grave. Sure enough, the city was full of rumors."

Being tied to "grave digging", Wei Wuxian has no choice but to do nothing. To be honest, he did a lot of such things before. The most famous one was in the middle of the shooting day, digging the ground three feet and turned the cemetery of the ancestors of Qishan Wen's ancestors to the ground, turning all the corpses into corpses. And every time he killed a monk from the Wen family, he was all united into a puppet, and then drove them to kill and kill his relatives and friends. In the shooting of the sun, these deeds are all inspiring and praised. However, the longer the shooting of the sun has passed, and the more others will mention it, the more fearless it will be. Not only the others, but even his own later thoughts, he felt too much. Coupled with the fact that he was banished from his identity a few days ago, I can't blame others for hearing about grave digging everywhere, they all thought it was the ancestor of Yiling.