The plan to save the king of Yunmeng

Jiang Cheng: "Wei Wuxian, my father said that I am six years old now and can attend the Qingtanhui, where I can meet people from different sects. This is the Qinghe Nie clan's Qingtanhui, and my father can only take me alone. Tell me what you want and I'll bring it back for you..."

Wei WuXian: “You really can’t take me with you?”

Jiang Cheng: "Then you have to turn fourteen soon, then you can run around, hahahaha"

Wei Wuxian: “Then I have to wait another seven years...ah~ I don’t want to, I don’t want to be separated from my junior sister~” Wei Wuxian hugged Jiang Cheng’s neck and hung on him to make a scene.

Jiang Cheng couldn't stand it anymore, so he slapped his claws away and said, "Okay, if you don't want anything, then I won't bring it to you..."

Wei Wuxian: “No, no, no, I heard that the roasted whole lamb from Nie family in Qinghe is delicious, please bring one for me.” After saying that, he began to massage Jiang Cheng’s waist and shoulders.

Jiang Cheng: "One, there are so many, you'd better not eat it."

Finally, after Wei Wuxian's repeated requests, Jiang Cheng agreed and brought a Qiankun bag with a larger space.

After arriving in Qinghe with Jiang Fengmian, they were arranged to rest in the guest room courtyard of the Qinghe Nie family. Jiang Cheng's room was on the second floor. From the window, he could just see the courtyard where the Gusu Lan family was temporarily staying. He looked at the busy people in the courtyard and their attire. They all wore the same white clothes, the same white forehead with cloud patterns, and the same solemn expression, as if they were all carved from the same mold.

Wuyou: "They were dressed in plain white clothes with a few blue spots, and wore cloud-patterned headbands on their foreheads. They were handsome and looked like fairies."

Wan Yin: "It is indeed beautiful."

Wuyou: "Do you know how Wei Wuxian would describe them?"

Wan Yin: "How to describe it?"

Wuyou chuckled and said inwardly: "Wearing mourning clothes." Then he pretended to be mysterious and said to Wanyin: "When we turn 14, we will take Wei Ying to Gusu to study, and you will know."...

Jiang Cheng was lying on the windowsill, bored. He looked up and met the eyes of the boy who was opening the window opposite him. The boy was dressed in white, and his headband fluttered in the breeze.

Wuyou: "As bright as the moon, you are unparalleled in the world~"

Wan Yin: "I feel he is better looking than Wei Wuxian, and better looking than Jin Zixuan~"

Wuyou: "Jin Zixuan is good-looking, but... I didn't even see his front face clearly. He kept his head held high, with his eyes full of dissatisfaction, just like a peacock walking with its head held high. He really lived up to the name of Golden Peacock given by Wei Wuxian."

Jiang Cheng couldn't help laughing as he said this.

Lan Xichen saw the delicate and delicate doll in front of him suddenly smile, just like a plump and round purple lotus bud suddenly blooming in front of his eyes, making it impossible to take his eyes away. He thought to himself: "Is this the little purple lotus cultivating into an adult?..."

While Lan Xichen was distracted, he vaguely heard the little purple lotus on the other side talking to him, as if... "Bala bala, the lotus pod bala bala is coming..."

Before he could react, an unknown object hit his nose hard. He covered his nose and was about to lower his head to see what hit him.

Another purple figure rushed over, and that person’s target was the windowsill, but for some reason, he smashed straight towards him. Lan Xichen subconsciously stretched out his arms to catch it, but he didn’t have enough strength, and the two children fell into a ball...

(OS: Later, Lan Xichen deliberately trained his arm strength—copying books while standing upside down)

Jiang Cheng felt that there must be a big hole with the word "bad luck" circling around his head. After recognizing Lan Xichen, he thought that this was the future Lord Zewu, so if he had a good relationship with him, his words would carry a lot of weight if anything unexpected happened in the future.

So he took out the lotus pod that he had coaxed from Wei Wuxian and wanted to offer it to Buddha, but ended up having it smashed!

Thinking of apologizing quickly, he flew out of the window. The Qingxin Bell happened to be hooked by the latch on the window. Jiang Cheng lost his aim and threw it straight at him...

At this time, two little ones in the mustard seed space were rolling on the ground in pain...

Wan Yin: "Ah~ It hurts, it hurts, it hurts... Every time it hurts, it's my forehead..."

Wuyou: "Ah~~~ I'm dying, dying, dying... Every time I get hurt it's my forehead..."

Jiang Cheng covered his forehead and closed his eyes, then tremblingly climbed off Lan Xichen...

He didn’t realize that his Qingxin Bell was causing trouble again. The poor Qingxin Bell was first caught by the window latch, and then was pulled over by Jiang Cheng fiercely, tearing a hole. The broken part just happened to successfully hook Lan Xichen’s headband when the two little ones fell into a ball... So the next scene happened...

When Jiang Cheng stood up, he felt a small resistance on himself, so he pulled in the direction of the resistance, but it didn't move, so he used his special move "Strong Force Makes Miracles Come True", and felt that he had pulled something off. He opened his eyes and vaguely saw a white ribbon flying in the air, and he caught it easily...

Lan Xichen felt his head buzzing, not because of the fall, but because he saw the Purple Lotus Monster in front of him staring at his headband in a daze. It would have been fine if it just looked at it, but it even twisted it with its fingers...

Jiang Cheng thought to himself: "Hey, it feels good to touch."

Jiang Cheng didn't notice that even the air seemed to be still for a moment...

In the mustard seed space

Seeing the object in her hand clearly, Wuyou felt overwhelmed. Of course, Wuyou knew what this headband represented. She had read the book version and the anime version of "The Devil's Way". Then she turned to look at Wanyin...

Wan Yin just looked at Wu You in confusion...

Wuyou said helplessly: "It's better to be ignorant, it's better to be a little ignorant..."

Wuyou turned his head and looked at Lan Xichen outside the space - he was in a miserable state, his clothes were messy, his collar was torn open, revealing his jade-like collarbone, his hair was disheveled and his headband was missing (OS: the headband might be in the hands of some little dog...), his upper lip was slightly swollen, the corners of his eyes were red, and he was sitting on the ground as if he was about to cry, as if he had been bullied...

Wuyou thought: "It's over... This relationship can't be maintained. I wanted to do something big, but I didn't expect a big one to come right next to my face..." The body was faster than the brain

Jiang Cheng kept repeating, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." His hands never stopped moving. He quickly closed Lan Xichen's collar, tied Lan Xichen's headband back, helped Lan Xichen up, and flew away like a puff of smoke...

Flying with a sword is forbidden in the Unclean World. It was only during the Qing Tan Festival that the ban was temporarily lifted for the convenience of the immortals who came to participate. Otherwise, Jiang Cheng would have been caught by the Unclean World’s guards as soon as he took off...

Lan Xichen stared at the direction where Jiang Cheng disappeared. He pinched the tail of his headband with his left hand and gently touched his lips with his right hand. His lips were slightly red and broken from bumping into Jiang Cheng’s forehead. He thought to himself, “Does this count as physical contact? The headband cannot be touched by anyone except his parents, wife, and children. So he is…”

The sound of a Lan family member knocking on the door and asking, interrupted Lan Xichen’s thoughts: “Young Master, I just heard some noise coming from your side, and someone flew away on a sword. Are you okay?”

Lan Xichen said gently, “Nothing, don’t worry…” He sent the inquiring person away and looked intently in the direction where the “Purple Lotus Monster” came from. This was not some lotus monster at all: “The Yunmeng Jiang Clan… That one should be the young master of the Jiang Clan…”

Because the head of the Lan family had been secluded from the world, the burden of the Lan family had long been placed on Lan Xichen's small shoulders.

After years of training, Lan Xichen had long since developed a state of mind that was not affected by praise or criticism. His face was always gentle, and his words were always appropriate, but in reality, few people could get into his heart. He lowered his head to pick up the lotus pod that had hit him, and the corners of his mouth rose silently...

(OS: Perhaps it was because of this that when Lan Xichen was in trouble, Jin Guangyao, who devoted himself to him wholeheartedly, walked in, which led to Lan Xichen following in his father's footsteps in the end...)