When Wei Wuxian traveled back in time

Wei Wuxian raised his eyes and looked at Lan Wangji.

Lan Wangji stood straight, looking down at him, his face extremely serious, as if he was ready to ask him to become sworn brothers with him in the next second.

However, Wei Wuxian waited for several seconds, but Lan Wangji remained silent and just looked at him.

However, when Lan Wangji stared at him, there was more to his expression than just simple gaze.

But Wei WuXian couldn't read anything from his expression at this moment, which was obscure and complicated.

The two of them stared at each other for a long time. Finally, it was Wei Wuxian who broke the silence. He stretched out his two hands that had been tied and never loosened and said, “Since Han Guang-jun has brought me back to the Cloud Recesses and to your room, can’t you help me untie my headband?”

Lan Wangji lowered his eyes and his gaze fell on his wrist, but he remained silent.

This was basically his reaction after Wei Wuxian’s confession just now.

Wei WuXian fell into deep thought regarding his state.

Since his consciousness at this time came from the outside, he was not bound by the limits represented by the soul itself.

Therefore, he could easily understand from the young man’s previous enlightenment that his soul at this moment represented memory.

However, new problems emerged.

Even though he knew this, it didn't seem to help in any practical way.

The young man had not told him before that after figuring out what his and Lan Wangji's souls represented respectively, if the problem still could not be solved, then what should he do next?

However, according to Wei Wuxian's years of experience in practicing ghost arts and dealing with souls.

If you want to repair a person's soul, you must place the soul in a place with abundant spiritual energy and take care of it quietly. In this way, the incomplete soul may be able to grow stronger over time.

However, this method is time-consuming and labor-intensive.

After all, what kind of person would fall to the point of repairing his soul? Unless the person is already dead and someone else wants to revive him, even if he is not dead, he is at the point of being on the verge of death.

But no matter which of the two it is, it can be said to be fighting against God for life.

The road is long and arduous. You know, some people spend hundreds of years nourishing their souls, but in the end they still cannot meet the soul's owner.

However, if the young man follows the method of using one soul to replenish another, he can reunite with it across a hundred years.

This method of replenishing the soul with the soul seems to give the deceased a second chance to see the light of day, but the problems involved can only be understood if one actually tries it.

In addition to the two rigid requirements of adaptability and not being rejected, the method of replenishing souls with souls also requires that if an ordinary person wants to use this method, who can have extra souls to replenish the other person?

If you are mutually connected and treat each other sincerely, how could you be willing to let the other person give his or her soul to you?

As long as one of the parties is unwilling to let the other party sacrifice, the soul cannot be restored.

Therefore, the probability of this soul being successfully completed is less than 10%.

However, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji had better innate conditions, and their soul problems were perfectly solved by the young man, which made them an exception among exceptions.

There is almost no need to worry about all the above issues.

The young man also said that the soul that Wei Wuxian currently represents contains all the emotions it needs in its memory, which can be said to be completely true.

Then there is no need to worry about the choice of souls or the degree of compatibility.

Then the only thing left is to accept the soul's own rejection.

Wei Wuxian's eyes swept across Lan Wangji's face, trying to discern something from it.

Lan Wangji didn't move, standing in front of him like a sculpture.

Wei WuXian couldn't help but feel puzzled: "Could it be that Lan Zhan is rejecting him?"

After this doubt arose, Wei Wuxian suddenly realized some things, things that he should have thought of before coming in.

Lan Wangji in this scene at this moment has no emotions. Although he always keeps him by his side, never leaves for a moment, and takes care of him meticulously, for Lan Wangji these are just relationships between friends.

After all, he has no emotions, so it is naturally difficult for him to distinguish the difference between friends and lovers.

Precisely because it is impossible to distinguish the difference between the two, in Lan Wangji's heart at this moment, Wei Wuxian exists only as a friend. In this way, the condition that the recipient himself does not reject foreign souls is not met.

But how can he distinguish them?

Lan Wangji has no emotional soul. To him, such things as emotional soul are completely incomprehensible.

But if Lan Wangji can truly distinguish between friendship and love in a state without emotion, can he still be considered to be without emotion?

This problem seemed to be caught in an endless cycle, and gradually became an unsolvable knot.

It is impossible for Lan Wangji himself to reject him, because they are a pair of Taoist lovers who understand each other and have a close relationship.

However, in the current situation, in a world without Lan Wangji's soul, the two of them are just friends.

How do friends communicate with each other? How do friends give their all? How do friends become inseparable and in perfect harmony?

Wei Wuxian is now in a dilemma. Just from the point of view of asking Lan Wangji to treat him as a Taoist partner, this task seems to be impossible from the beginning.

This matter had been lingering in Wei Wuxian's mind, making him ponder for a long time.

At this moment, Wei Wuxian's thoughts became increasingly confused.

This matter lingered in Wei Wuxian's mind for a long time. It had been a long time since he felt so confused and didn't know where to start.

After sitting silently beside the bed for a while, Wei Wuxian slowly raised his head and then lay heavily on the bed.

His eyes were fixed on the ceiling, and his gaze began to become unfocused. His messy thoughts were like a kite with a broken string, floating farther and farther away.

There was deathly silence in his ears, without the slightest sound. Wei Wuxian lay quietly on the bed, his feet not touching the ground.

At this moment, he felt as if he was being carried up by something and flying, with a dizzy feeling, as if he was in an endless, empty and lonely chaos.

This should be the enjoyment of this different kind of erratic state, but his thoughts, which were as tangled as a ball of wool, weighed heavily on him.

He was like a bird that was walking on the road and suddenly flew into a house. The house was closed on all sides, and after he came in, he couldn't fly out.

He felt that the window seemed to be closed.

All this seemed to be telling him that this was a dead end, and that repairing the soul might have been a futile effort from the very beginning.

With his current ability and strength, even if he struggled with all his might and tried every possible means, it would probably be of no use.