The journey of Emperor Donghua through time

Lan Sizhui looked at Wei Wuxian thoughtfully. Seeing that he and Lan Wangji seemed very familiar with each other, he had a bold guess.

“Are you the Yiling Patriarch, Senior Wei?” Lan Sizhui asked cautiously.

"How is it possible? Sizhui, he is about the same age as us, how could he be the Yiling Patriarch? Stop joking!" After hearing Lan Sizhui's outrageous guess, Lan Jingyi directly denied it.

“Hahaha~~, then, little Jingyi, what kind of person do you think the Yiling Patriarch is?” Wei Wuxian asked Lan Jingyi curiously.

“At least he should be arrogant and unruly, definitely not like you!” Lan Jingyi looked Wei Wuxian up and down, then looked away with some disgust.

"Hey, I have such a bad temper!" Wei Wuxian was disliked by Lan Jingyi and felt a little unhappy. He grabbed Lan Jingyi's neck and rubbed his head.

“Let me go!” Lan Jingyi struggled hard, but he couldn’t get rid of Wei Wuxian’s restraints. He could only call Lan Sizhui for help, “Sizhui, help me pull him away!”

Lan Sizhui secretly glanced at Lan Wangji and saw that he was watching Wei Wuxian playing with gentle eyes and had no intention of stopping them. He could only sit there obediently, not daring to respond to Lan Jingyi's call.

"Sizhui! Sizhui! Come and save me!" Lan Jingyi fluttered his feet and called out to Lan Sizhui.

Lan Sizhui couldn't bear to see Lan Jingyi struggling so hard, so he could only try to persuade him, "Senior, Jingyi doesn't mean any harm! Can you let him go first?"

Wei WuXian also felt that it was about time, so he let go of Lan JingYi as he was told, “Humph! Today, for the sake of little SiZhui, I’ll let you go!”

"Do you think I'm really afraid of you?" After being released, Lan Jingyi touched his messy hair and continued to shout angrily, a typical person who only remembers the food and not the beating.

“Jingyi.” Lan Sizhui hurriedly stopped Lan Jingyi from continuing to shout, and whispered to him, “This is a quiet room! Hanguang-jun is still here!”

Sure enough, Lan Jingyi calmed down instantly, and glanced secretly at Lan Wangji who was drinking tea quietly. Seeing that he didn't look angry, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief!

“Han Guang-jun, is he your guest?” Thinking of the quarrel he had just had with this unknown young man in the quiet room in front of Lan Wangji, Lan Jingyi felt a little scared and could only ask cautiously.

“I’m not a guest!” Wei Wuxian smiled mischievously, “Let me introduce myself. I’m Wei Ying, Wei Wuxian, your Han Guang-jun’s soon-to-be Taoist partner!”

“What?! Are you really the Yiling Patriarch Wei Wuxian?” Lan Jingyi screamed in surprise, attracting Lan Wangji’s unfriendly gaze. He quickly covered his mouth and dared not speak again.

“That’s right! It’s me!” Wei Wuxian patted his chest proudly.

"Why do you look like this? You don't look majestic or domineering at all!" Seeing his smug look, Lan Jingyi couldn't help but retort to him again.

“Hmph, I’m in a good mood today, so I won’t bother with you!” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes at him and didn’t want to pay any more attention to him. He took out two magic tools from his storage bag, handed one to Lan Sizhui, and played with the other one in his hand, “Little Sizhui, this is my gift to you! It’s a communication magic tool. After activating it with spiritual power, it can transmit sound over a thousand miles. If your cultivation is high enough, you can even see the scene on the other side.”

Wei Wuxian personally taught Lan Sizhui how to operate it. When the communication device really displayed the image on the other side, Lan Jingyi's eyes lit up.

“Senior, this gift is too valuable. I cannot accept it!” Although Lan Sizhui liked it very much, he was embarrassed to accept it because the magic weapon looked very rare.

“They are all made by me. They are not expensive. Just keep them!” Wei Wuxian waved his hand nonchalantly, signaling him to keep them.

Lan Sizhui looked at Lan Wangji and accepted the gift when he saw him nod. He said gratefully, "Thank you very much, Senior!"

“You’re welcome!” Wei WuXian played with another magical instrument in his hand and said with a look of regret, “It seems that I can’t give this away today. Who can blame some people for being so irritating!”

Lan Jingyi moved closer to Wei Wuxian awkwardly, hesitating for a long time.