【Xiyao】Snow in Zhaocheng

Those who were injured couldn't recover, and those who went home couldn't go back. The head of the family of the four great families, whether he was injured or full of worries, had to rush to the place where the coffin was buried.

The coffin bottle was suppressed under a barren mountain without a name. When they wanted to seal the coffin, the suzerains were not in the mood to give this place a place where birds don't shit, so they called it Barren Mountain.

This barren mountain was originally so barren that there was nothing there, perhaps because Nie Mingjue's evil spirit was too heavy, and now there is no grass growing, and a thick black mist has spread from the foot of the mountain.

This barren mountain was originally controlled by disciples from the four great families in turn. This month it happened to be the Qinghe Nie clan's turn. He fell to the ground in all directions, and he had lost his breath.

Nie Huaisang endured his wounds and went forward to investigate in person, but he searched through all of them, but he couldn't find anyone who survived.

His already pale face due to excessive blood loss turned even paler, the corners of his lips trembled nervously, and he turned his head to look at Lan Xichen and the others, as if he was about to cry in the next second.

The Qinghe Nie clan lost so many disciples at once, except for those who got away in time to report the news, none of them survived. Lan Xichen, Jin Ling and Jiang Cheng also had ugly expressions on their faces. It is not easy to coffin, now that 14 years have passed, Nie Mingjue's resentment only increases, fearing another catastrophe.

Nie HuaiSang suddenly said, "These people were not killed by one person."

Lan Xichen stepped forward to check, and sure enough, some of these corpses had their necks broken, which was obviously done by Nie Mingjue, while the other part had only a thin line of blood on their necks, obviously wiped cleanly by a sharp knife.

Lan Xichen took a deep breath, it seemed that the breaking of the coffin bottle was not accidental, but man-made.

Wei WuXian thought to himself, "Nie Huaisang has improved a lot over the years. If it was in the past, he would have been crying bitterly. How could he see this?"

Lan Wangji said in a deep voice, "Quickly check the coffin."

They nodded and headed towards the place where the coffin bottle was buried. Lan Xichen had been holding Song Yao tightly all the way, and now he pulled Song Yao behind him, and said softly, "Don't look."

Song Yao responded, but her gaze passed over Lan Xichen, looking towards the barren mountain faintly hidden in the mist.

From the moment he arrived on this barren mountain, he felt an inexplicable sense of oppression, his head began to ache, and there seemed to be something in his heart that couldn't wait to break out of the ground.

He followed Lan Xichen and staggered forward until he saw the pitch-black coffin.

The coffin bottle was dug out from the ground, and it was wide open at this time, with nothing inside.

Just like before Jin Guangyao and Nie Mingjue were sealed inside together.

A pair of steely hands pinched his neck...he could hear the crackling of his own bones, and the thin whimper of dying.

Song Yao's eyes were scarlet, and her ears were buzzing. She vaguely heard Nie Huaisang exclaim, "Why isn't Jin Guangyao's body here?"

He thought to himself, of course not here, otherwise who am I?

Immediately, he felt Lan Xichen tighten his hand and turned around slowly.

Song Yao blinked hard, but Lan Xichen's figure became more and more blurred, and he couldn't even see his face clearly.

At the same time, the figure of the man in white who pierced his heart with an arrow became clear little by little.

The moment Song Yao saw the face of the man in white clearly, she heard Lan Xichen anxiously calling Ayao.

His mind was shaken violently, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, and then his vision went dark, and he completely lost consciousness.

He fell limply, and Lan Xichen caught him with quick eyes and hands, and called out anxiously, "Ayao? Ayao!"

But no matter how many times he called, Song Yao showed no sign of waking up, but her face was pale, and the blood faded from her face and lips.

Lan Xichen hurriedly took Song Yao's pulse, forcing himself to calm down a few times to take the pulse carefully, and then he was slightly relieved.

It turned out that Song Yao's sip of blood just now was just a temporary error in his spiritual power. At this time, except for a slightly chaotic pulse, there is nothing serious about it.

After this movement, the eyes of the people around were all focused on Lan Xichen and Song Yao.

Lan Wangji asked in a low voice, "Brother, what's going on?"

Lan Xichen frowned, and said, "Perhaps it's because the evil spirit is too strong here. Ayao is still young and has only just begun to cultivate. She couldn't bear the evil spirit for a while, and something went wrong with her spiritual power."

Nie HuaiSang asked concerned, "Then can we send him to a safer place to recuperate?"

There are only a few people here who can fight against Nie Mingjue, no one can leave, how can the rest of Lan Xichen feel at ease, and immediately said: "Don't bother." After saying that, he gently held Song Yao He picked up his back, untied his forehead, and asked Lan Wangji to tie Song Yao securely to himself to prevent him from slipping down.

Seeing this scene, everyone present had different expressions for a moment.

It's not that they can't distinguish between priorities, but that Lan Xichen's move is really shocking, especially Wei Wuxian, he still remembers that Lan Wangji used Lan's forehead to tie him up once, so he deeply remembers the meaning of Lan's forehead .

Lan Xichen didn't think there was anything wrong, and said quietly, "It's not too late, let's go find Nie Mingjue."

Nie HuaiSang was the first to come back to his senses, pulled the disciple who reported the letter, and said, "Can you see which direction my elder brother is going?"

The disciple tremblingly said: "Go...to the back mountain."

A few people rushed towards the back mountain, but unexpectedly there is a hole in the back of the mountain, no grass grows in front, and a forest grows in the back after many years.

The forest is dense, but the area covered is only the back mountain. Lan Xichen exchanged glances with everyone, and Jiang Cheng said, "Jin Ling, you and I will lead people to guard the foot of the mountain."

Jin Ling nodded, and Lan Xichen turned to Wang Xian and Nie Huaisang, "Let's go to the forest to find out, everyone be careful."

The few people held their breaths and concentrated, and stepped into the forest cautiously. The forest was also filled with ubiquitous black mist. Even practitioners with sharp eyes and ears could only see the situation within a foot.

A few people gathered together vigilantly. In the darkness, only Lan Xichen's Shuoyue and Lan Wangji's Bichen broke through the fog, shining faintly.

There was silence in the forest, only the rustling sound of the leaves being blown by the breeze could be heard, it looked calm, but the more so, the more eerie it was.

Lan Xichen didn't dare to relax his vigilance at all. While he was vigilant about his surroundings, he had to pay attention to Song Yao behind him, and his whole body was a little tense.

It didn't matter if he was alone, but with Song Yao by his side, Lan Xichen didn't dare to be careless.

However, there was no movement around, and everyone couldn't help suspecting that Nie Mingjue had escaped from the forest.

No one breathed a sigh of relief because of this, but everyone's expressions became more dignified.

At this moment, behind Lan Xichen, there was a sudden sound of footsteps that were so soft that they were almost inaudible.

Lan Xichen turned around sharply, swung his sword to block without thinking, and met Nie Mingjue's iron arm that was attacking him with five fingers forming claws.

There was an ear-piercing collision sound, and Nie Mingjue was like an iron tower, even if it was as sharp as the moon, it couldn't hurt him at all. Lan Xichen poured all his spiritual power into the sword, and it only pushed him halfway back. However, Lan Xichen had no choice but to take more than five steps back.

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian on the side held the Wangjiqin and Chen Qing in their hands as early as when they heard the movement, the music started, Nie Mingjue paused, Lan Xichen took the opportunity to get away, took out the cracked ice and sent it to To the lips, and played together with the two.

But the song that originally controlled Nie Mingjue only made him stagnate for a while this time, and then he seemed to think that this song was the culprit that caused him to be trapped for 14 years, and his resentment increased greatly. Ming Jue let out a growl, becoming completely manic.

Lan Xichen and the others saw that this method was useless, so they had to draw their swords to deal with it, but no matter how sharp the sword was, it couldn't hurt Nie Mingjue in the slightest. The four of them worked together, but Nie Mingjue forced them to retreat steadily.

Especially Lan Xichen, he had a little difficulty fighting with Song Yao on his back, but Nie Mingjue seemed to recognize Song Yao's scent, and recognized that Lan Xichen was pressing every step of the way, and his moves were fierce.

Nie HuaiSang seemed to want to wake up Nie MingJue's mind, and hissed, "Brother!"

Nie Mingjue obviously heard the call, he turned his head to the side, but his actions did not slow down, and he grabbed Lan Xichen every time, vowing to tear Lan Xichen who stood between him and Song Yao. It cannot be broken into pieces.

Lan Xichen was forced to turn pale by his evil spirit, and his inner breath, which had not been completely calmed down, came out to make trouble again. Lan Xichen felt a fishy sweetness in his throat for a moment, but he swallowed it forcefully.

Even though it was so difficult, Lan Xichen still tightly guarded Song Yao behind him, and under Nie Mingjue's pressing step by step, he quietly retreated in the direction of the coffin.

But just when Lan Xichen retreated to the edge of the forest, and the coffin and bottle in the distance were faintly visible, Nie Mingjue seemed to realize something, let out a low growl, and punched Lan Xichen hard in the face.

Lan Xichen held his sword to resist, but he was naturally defeated by Nie Mingjue in terms of strength, he immediately backed up a few steps, there was a stabbing pain in his dantian, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

But after Nie Mingjue's blow, he no longer took advantage of the victory to pursue, but turned around and fled while Lan Wangji and others went to protect Lan Xichen.

Lan Wangji supported the unsteady Lan Xichen, frowning, while Wei Wuxian stopped Nie Huaisang, who was still about to chase, and said in a deep voice, "There's no need to chase anymore."

Nie Huaisang said anxiously, "But..."

Wei WuXian interrupted him, saying: "At this time, it won't help to catch up. He is much stronger than 14 years ago. If we go up to head-on, it will only increase casualties, and I suspect that he... ..”

Lan Wangji said in a deep voice, "I have spiritual wisdom."

Nie Huaisang fell silent in a daze.

Lan Wangji felt Lan Xichen's pulse, and while sending him spiritual power, he said, "We'll take turns guarding around the woods, trap him first, and then discuss countermeasures."

Lan Xichen recovered a bit, and said, "I'll go find Jin Ling and Sect Master Jiang."

Lan Wangji frowned: "Brother, you need to rest."

Lan Xichen was about to shake his head when Wei Wuxian saw this and said, "Song Yao also needs to find a place to settle down."

When it came to Song Yao, Lan Xichen couldn't force it any longer, so he had to go with Lan Wangji and others to the few houses at the foot of the mountain that were built to guard the coffins and bottles.

After placing Song Yao in one of the rooms, Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian went to inform others, and Lan Xichen took Song Yao's pulse again, and after making sure that Song Yao was fine, he sat down and adjusted his breath for a while.

His internal breath was in a mess, and he couldn't sort it out for a while, so he had to try his best to calm down. After a few weeks, Lan Xichen finally felt better. He breathed out lightly, glanced at Song Yao on the bed, and then Go out to find Lan Wangji to discuss.

After Lan Xichen left, Song Yao, who had been in a coma, slowly opened her eyes.

He stroked his painful forehead, looked blankly at the door that Lan Xichen had just closed gently, and then looked at his intact chest.

He remembered everything.

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