When Wei Wuxian traveled back in time

Wei WuXian pinched Wen Yuan’s strong shoulders, patted them again and again, and answered the voice with a solemn oath: “No way, no way, how could a disciple I taught be frightened by a hug from the master.”

Could Wen Yuan say that he was indeed a little frightened by Wei Wuxian’s sudden enthusiasm?

Obviously not.

Wei Wuxian was talking to that voice, and Wen Yuan realized that the voice that occasionally said "hmm" was Lan Wangji's.

When I saw Wei Wuxian from outside just now, she looked like an old woman. But after she came in, not only did she change, but she actually had two voices in one body.

What exactly is going on! ?

The scene was a bit weird. Wen Yuan looked around cautiously. This was indeed the place where the three of them had just entered. He had indeed returned to reality.

Can……

Wen Yuan's eyes kept moving, carefully observing everything around him. Suddenly, his gaze met that of the young man sitting on the fish-shaped statue.

Wen Yuan was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth, and after a long while he uttered: "You..."

Although he couldn't understand what the situation was at the moment, he was at least certain that it was related to the person in front of him.

The young man raised the corners of his mouth slightly and raised his eyebrows at Wen Yuan. His eyes were sharp and deep, as if he could see through other people's inner thoughts at a glance.

Wen Yuan's gaze began to wander involuntarily.

At this moment, a strong hand was placed on Wen Yuan's shoulder, which instantly put his mind at ease. Wen Yuan turned to look at the person next to him and called softly: "...Master...Master..."

Receiving his gaze, Wei WuXian smiled faintly. He naturally knew how worried Wen Yuan was at the moment: "I know what you are thinking. Don't be afraid. Let's wait for a while."

Wei Wuxian's words always gave Wen Yuan a sense of security and assurance, and Wen Yuan nodded.

……

Here, after Lan Jingyi was pushed back onto the stool, he began to copy books without stopping.

The old woman, like a strict supervisor, conjured up a table for herself and sat steadily opposite Lan Jingyi.

As Lan Jingyi was copying, he would occasionally look up at the person opposite him.

As luck would have it, every time he raised his head and stole a glance, his eyes would meet hers. This feeling was just like the time when he was caught cheating during the monthly test at Cloud Recesses.

Although Lan Jingyi had never actually cheated in an exam, this feeling of being on edge was so similar that he couldn't help but experience it.

Lan Jingyi gritted his teeth and copied diligently for a long time, but he still didn't finish copying one of the four hundred times.

The key point is that the scripture is too thick. As he continued to copy it, Lan Jingyi gradually felt his wrists and fingers becoming sore and weak. He felt like his hands were about to break.

This feeling made Lan Jingyi very uncomfortable. He suddenly didn't understand why he had to copy!

This is not his family's rules. Why should he be so obedient and copy just because he is told to?

Lan Jingyi threw his pen on the table and slammed the table with his hands, like a disobedient little gangster who was about to cause trouble in the classroom: "I really won't copy today. If you want to kill me, then kill me."

Lan Jingyi was certain that the old woman would not kill him. As for why she asked him to copy scriptures, Lan Jingyi had no idea.

The scriptures contained some obscure and difficult things, and were not meant to convey any information to him.

Faced with Lan Jingyi's sudden resistance, the old woman who had been sitting quietly beside him finally reacted.

She slowly raised her loose and wrinkled eyelids, looked at Lan Jingyi with deep and calm eyes, and asked softly, "Are you really not going to copy anymore?"

Lan Jingyi crossed his arms across his chest without flinching and answered decisively, "I just won't copy!"

Just as he finished speaking, the next second, Lan Jingyi's body began to move involuntarily.

"Ahhh! What's going on! What do you want to do!?"

Lan Jingyi screamed in terror and tried to resist but to no avail. His body seemed to be controlled by an invisible force, and he walked straight to the wall, and then stood upside down in a strange posture, with his head down and his feet up.

What's worse is that this is not just an ordinary handstand, but a mandatory one-handed handstand! It's as if an invisible hand is teasing him.

Inexplicably, a piece of paper and a pen suddenly appeared next to Lan Jingyi's hand, and Lan Jingyi grabbed it involuntarily.

Lan Jingyi began to scream “Ahhhh”; he couldn’t break free from these restraints.

If he doesn’t copy on the table, let him copy while standing upside down with one hand!

Lan Jingyi was in a state of mental collapse: What on earth is going on? Who is this person? Why is he controlling me so much? Why does he have to make me copy books? Could it be that this person has studied at Gusu Lan's?

The moment he touched the pen, it stuck to his hand and he couldn't shake it off. Lan Jingyi wanted to cry: "I'm really convinced. How can you torture me like this!"

Although he muttered this, his hand picked up the pen uncontrollably and gently placed it on the rice paper.

Picking up the pen to write, the first word written was "cloud..."

For a moment, Lan Jingyi's confused mind was stunned. He didn't know why he wrote this word.

What is cloud?

The clouds are so deep that I don’t know where…

The clouds are so deep that I don’t know where they are. I can’t…

Gusu Lan's family rules!

Lan Jingyi desperately supported his head to look at the man's figure. In a trance, he recognized a person from the man's posture and demeanor.

Even though the two people's faces were completely incompatible, Lan Jingyi still blurted out:

"Han Guang-jun!"

As the voice fell, Lan Jingyi instantly felt that the power controlling his body disappeared.

His arms went limp and Lan Jingyi fell on his back.

……

On Jin Ling's side, the fairy who didn't get a pat on the head from her master kept wagging her big furry tail and rubbing against Jin Ling's feet excitedly, as if she wanted to push him down and then give Jin Ling a passionate saliva baptism on his face.

Jin Ling pushed the dog away helplessly: "Fairy, please move away, you are blocking me."

The fairy was indeed a spirit dog. Upon hearing this, the fairy, who had been restless all the time, whimpered twice and then sat down obediently at Jin Ling's feet.

Sit down and face the old woman.

The old woman's gaze moved downward, and the fairy tilted her head, her round eyes dark and bright.

Then, inexplicably, the fairy began to shout at the old woman.

"Wow wow wow!"

The scream was so loud that Jin Ling was startled. He slapped Jin Ling on the back of the head: "Why did you scream all of a sudden!"