When Wei Wuxian traveled back in time

However, the old woman did not respond to his question. She just moved her lips slightly and uttered those two words again: "Come here."

From the first moment they met, this old woman was already weird in Lan Jingyi's eyes, and it was impossible for him to pass by at this time.

The old woman stood with her hands behind her back, her posture straight and straight. She didn't have the temperament that one should have at her age at all. She was completely different from the feeling she gave when she was sitting in the house just now. She was like two different people.

Although Lan Jingyi could not detect any fluctuations in her spiritual power, he had a strong intuition in his heart - this person's spiritual power was unfathomable and he could not see through its depth at all.

This feeling of unknown frightened him, and at the same time, it also made him more suspicious of the old woman.

Faced with such a completely different feeling, Lan Jingyi's heart beat wildly in his chest. He knew that he was no match for the opponent, but deep in his heart there was an irresistible impulse driving him forward.

Lan Jingyi's right hand tightly grasped the hilt of the sword, as if he was about to draw the sword and enter the battle state. Although he knew that there was a huge gap in strength and he might have no chance of winning, he still decided to give it a try.

Lan Jingyi was seen rushing over at an extremely fast speed, holding a long sword in his hand.

However, in a moment, the old woman's figure flashed by like a ghost, and appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye.

Lan Jingyi didn't even have time to react before a huge face suddenly appeared in front of him, scaring him so much that he screamed.

At the same time, the long sword held tightly in Lan Jingyi's hand was easily snatched away by this man, and then thrown aside like a piece of rubbish.

"You're not obedient." The old woman waved her sleeves lightly, and a table and a chair suddenly appeared in front of Lan Jingyi, with the four treasures of the study - pen, ink, paper and inkstone - placed on the table.

At this moment, Lan Jingyi, who had no idea what he was going to do and was still out of his mind, was terrified and shouted loudly: "Ahhhh!!! What do you want to do?! Don't kill me, killing me will not do you any good...!!"

“Noisy.” The old woman pressed Lan Jingyi down on the stool and said coldly, “Read the scriptures three hundred times.”

… …Lan Jingyi blinked while sitting on the stool, then looked up at the old woman in confusion, as if he didn’t hear clearly what the old woman said.

The old woman met his gaze, and her originally cloudy and calm eyes now seemed to reveal a terrifying sense of oppression.

Lan Jingyi couldn't help but shudder all over, subconsciously shrinking his neck, looking down at the brush in his hand and the scriptures and rice paper in front of him. His hands shook violently and uncontrollably, and he could hardly hold the brush steady.

Lan Jingyi's heart was full of doubts. He really couldn't figure out where he was and why he encountered such a thing?

Did he accidentally fall into some kind of illusion? Or did he break into some mysterious enchantment?

But no matter what the situation is, according to common sense, it should be accompanied by various dangers. He thought there would be some powerful enemies or traps waiting for him to challenge. As long as he could break through the siege, he would be able to find a way out.

But at this moment, the incredible scene before him made him feel as if he was in a cloud of confusion, and he was completely bewildered.

However, no matter what, he should not copy the scriptures here, and copy them three hundred times!

Copying books has been Lan Jingyi's nightmare since he was a child. Although he has been copying the family rules quickly and skillfully since he was a child, it does not mean that he is happy to copy them.

He had copied enough in the Cloud Recesses, so there was no reason for him to copy more here. What's more, he had things to do, so what was the point of copying scriptures here?

Lan Jingyi had no intention of copying at all. He planned to find a chance to stand up and run away.

But who would have thought that the old woman seemed to have predicted his every move.

The moment Lan Jingyi jumped up from the stool, the old woman behind him grabbed the collar of his neck with one hand at lightning speed, easily pulled him back to his original position, and pressed him hard on the stool.

Lan Jingyi was dumbfounded and couldn't utter a word.

The old woman had no expression, and her voice was cold: "Four hundred times."

Lan Jingyi was stunned, completely unable to respond.

Damn! This is damn familiar.

Lan Jingyi stared at the wrinkled face in front of him with his eyes wide open. Just by looking at it, he couldn't help but feel a strong pressure.

He couldn't beat her, and he couldn't escape either. Under her piercing gaze, Lan Jingyi felt his whole body shudder and he didn't dare to run away.

……

Jin Ling was freezing cold from the pervasive cold wind. He closed his eyes and carefully felt the circulation of spiritual energy throughout his body. Soon his whole body warmed up.

After the spiritual energy had completed its circulation in his body, Jin Ling opened his eyes and said, "There is a saying among the people that it is unfair for Dou E to snow in June. I think the temperature drop in July is no less than that."

“Maybe there’s a huge injustice somewhere.”

Whenever Jin Ling said these words, he would usually hear Lan Jingyi's teasing retort beside him.

However, today, his witty remarks fell on deaf ears, with no response.

When I opened my eyes completely, all I saw was the empty space around me.

Jin Ling was puzzled and began to look around, but he could not see anyone: "Where did these two people go? They left me here alone!" He muttered to himself, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

Jin Ling called out twice more but received no response, because whenever the three of them were together, Lan Jingyi often liked to pull Wen Yuan to do something to tease him.

At this moment, Jin Ling still felt that Lan Jingyi had done something to play a trick on him.

He said impatiently, "You guys are not going to come out, are you? If you don't come out, I'm leaving."

No one answered.

Jin Ling no longer hesitated and walked forward. In the moonlight of the late summer night, the road was not too dark.

But when Jin Ling took a few more steps forward, the moonlight was blocked by clouds and the earth suddenly became darker.

After a few steps, Jin Ling saw a figure appear not far ahead.

Jin Ling said in an unfriendly tone: "Lan Jingyi, I knew it was you. How do you want to scare me this time?"

Jin Ling continued to move forward, and the clouds that covered the moon in the sky slowly moved away.

Jin Ling saw the figure with his back to him slowly turn around. This person was not Lan Jingyi.

Jin Ling took several steps back: "Why are you playing tricks here!?"

The old woman slowly lowered her gaze to him and her lips moved.

Jin Ling looked at the repetitive movements of the other person's lips. There was no sound, only the shape of his lips.

After a few times, Jin Ling felt more and more that the old woman seemed to be repeating two words to him.

"Ah... Ling..."

This person is calling his name!