【Xiyao】Snow in Zhaocheng

"A Ling!!!"

Seeing that Nie Mingjue's claw was going towards Jin Ling's throat, everyone couldn't help but hold their breath, and Jiang Cheng's eyes were even redder.

At the very moment, dozens of silver needles pierced with gold threads suddenly shot out across the sky. Some of them wrapped tightly around Nie Mingjue's forearm, and the other part precisely entered between Nie Mingjue's shoulder and arm. Where the stitches are.

14 years have passed, Nie Mingjue's dismembered body parts have grown dead again, and no traces can be seen for a long time, but the place is still a little fragile after all. After the silver needles were submerged, Nie Mingjue's movements froze, and he grabbed Jin Ling's throat His wrist was deflected a little by the gold thread and landed on Jin Ling's shoulder, but he still fiercely tore off a piece of flesh along with the cloth.

Jin Ling let out a muffled snort, and took advantage of the situation to back away. Jiang Cheng grabbed the other shoulder and took him to a relatively safe place. Although his face was extremely pale, his life was saved anyway.

But Nie Mingjue grabbed the piece of cloth, but no longer grabbed Jin Ling, but held the piece of cloth to his eyes, put it on his nose and sniffed it, and smelled the same smell as Nie Huaisang's sleeve. , he tore it into pieces viciously, then let out a roar, and quickly fled back into the forest.

Looking at this scene, Lan Xichen frowned slightly, thoughtfully.

He remembered Nie Huaisang patting Jin Ling's shoulder before leaving, his rare and solemn remonstrance.

Then Nie Mingjue's sudden madness...could it be related to this incident?

Everyone gathered around Jin Ling to check his injuries, but Nie Huaisang ran behind the rock shot by the silver needle without even thinking, but he didn't even see a single person.

His face was cold, but there seemed to be fire in his eyes, burning like a prairie fire, and the smoke was billowing in an instant.

He murmured almost inaudibly: "...Jin Guangyao."

"It's really you."

Behind the stone tablet in the distance, Jin Guangyao gasped violently while supporting the stone tablet, the cold sweat on his forehead was faintly visible.

Yesterday I just summoned the old department to sneak into the barren hills and took the silver needle for threading in case of emergencies. When I woke up this morning, I saw a note nailed to the window with only four words written on it.

——Jin Ling is in trouble.

The note is now in his sleeve, as if he is not worried that he will show it to others, the note is undisguised, Nie Huaisang's handwriting.

Nie Huaisang was testing him.

But what can be done, Jin Guangyao sneered, since it was about Jin Ling, he had already lost the opportunity.

Now let's think about how to deal with it next.

How to deal with Nie Huaisang, how to deal with the Taoist people, how to deal with——Lan Xichen.

......

"Hiss—" The moment the golden sore medicine was pressed on the wound, Jin Ling couldn't help but gasped, but forcefully suppressed the pain that had reached his throat, and his face contorted for a moment.

The next moment, he turned to Lan Sizhui who was lowering his head to treat his wound, and said angrily, "Lan Sizhui, be gentle!"

Lan Sizhui's slightly frowned eyebrows were stretched a little by his angry roar, he smiled helplessly, and coaxed, "I see, Miss."

Jin Ling exploded in an instant, shouting, "Who do you call Missy?!"

"Don't move." Lan Sizhui has long been used to his habit of exploding at every turn, so he directly omitted this sentence, and quickly bandaged Jin Ling with his hands, but his movements were much lighter, and said, "Don't do it right now. Do you feel pain?"

Only then did Jin Ling calm down a bit, but he still had a cold face, awkwardly refusing to give Lan SiZhui a good look.

Lan Sizhui smiled helplessly, raised Jin Ling's arm and put it on his shoulder, tied a beautiful knot on Jin Ling's back, and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

Lan Sizhui's action inadvertently shortened the distance between the two of them. Jin Ling could already smell the faint sandalwood fragrance on his body, and when he opened his mouth, hot air sprayed on Jin Ling's neck. He tilted his head comfortably, and said coldly, "It doesn't hurt."

Lan Sizhui looked up and found that Jin Ling's ears were red, he blinked suspiciously, as if he was a little puzzled.

However, he has always been considerate, so he didn't ask any further questions, but stepped aside and said, "That's good."

Jin Ling's eyes wandered for a moment, then landed on Lan Sizhui's face, and then moved away immediately. He coughed unnaturally, and choked out a sentence: "Thank you."

If it wasn't for Lan Sizhui's excellent hearing, he might not have heard this thank you whispered like a mosquito.

Lan Sizhui wanted to laugh a little, but the etiquette he had learned since childhood made him hold back the smile, but the corners of his lips could not help but rise slightly.

At this stall, Wei Wuxian suddenly poked his head out from the door, and said, "Why did it take so long to bandage a wound? Come and eat!"

"Understood, Senior Wei." Lan Sizhui replied, and went out together after Jin Ling had finished tidying up his robes.

Outside the door, Wei Wuxian was grilling meat, and he didn't know where he got the birds from the wilderness, sitting on the ground and grilling them with great relish.

Among the crowd, he was the only one who was still in the mood to barbecue. Jiang Cheng's face was gloomy, Lan Wangji's brows were contemplative, and Nie Huaisang's face was full of worry. Fortunately, there were no hot peppers or peppers in this place, otherwise there would be nothing. People dare to ask Wei Wuxian to make things.

Lan Wangji said in a deep voice, "There is an ambush on this barren mountain."

Today's mysterious silver needle was obvious to all, and they all nodded in agreement after hearing this.

Jin Ling's expression became serious, he pondered for a while, and said, "But since that man is willing to save me, he might not have any ill intentions towards us."

Jiang Cheng said coldly; "Even if there is no malice, it may not necessarily have any good intentions."

Jin Ling choked, and was about to refute, but Nie Huaisang, who was at the side, spoke in a fluttering voice, "Have you never suspected anyone?"

Jin Ling frowned, and said, "Who do you suspect?"

Nie HuaiSang said, "It seems that little Sect Master Jin has already forgotten the scene where the former Jin Sect Master wrapped the gold thread around your neck."

Jin Ling's complexion changed, and he said, "You mean...my uncle? How is that possible! There are countless people in the world who are good at using gold threads, so how can you tell it's him?"

Nie HuaiSang said slowly: "Naturally, it is impossible to judge by the gold thread alone, but the place where the silver needle penetrated is exactly where the limbs are stitched. How could others find it so accurately? Only the weak point can be found so quickly and accurately. The person who dismembered the body can do it, not to mention that the coffin was broken and the eldest brother fled, but Jin Guangyao's body was not there."

Nie Huaisang's eyes turned cold, and he said, "I don't believe this is a coincidence."

He glanced at Wei WuXian who unconsciously put the barbecue aside, his expression became solemn, his tone trembled, and he said, "Patriarch Yiling can sacrifice his life for rebirth, so can I also suspect that he is back? "

He paused, and said softly: "Then if he comes back, how will he take revenge on those who killed him one by one?"

As soon as Nie Huaisang finished speaking, Lan Wangji's eyes sank.

Others may think that this possibility is very small, but Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian are the only people besides Lan Xichen who know about Jin Guangyao's reincarnation. All these clues point to Jin Guangyao, and Lan Wangji has long suspected it.

Lan Xichen might have put a lot of trust in Jin Guangyao, but Lan Wangji didn't. He looked at Lan Xichen in a daze, and called his brother.

But Lan Xichen suddenly said without beginning or end: "The one who can accurately find out Nie Mingjue's weaknesses is not only the one who dismembers the corpse, but also the one who sews the corpse together."

Everyone couldn't help being stunned, but Nie Huaisang's face suddenly became extremely ugly.

Lan Xichen looked at Nie Huaisang, smiled gently, and said with clear eyes, "Huaisang, am I right?"

Nie HuaiSang secretly gritted his teeth, forced a smile and said, "Of course there is such a possibility, but I still think the first possibility is more likely."

Lan Xichen nodded, and said calmly, "Then let's take a look."

He didn't believe a word of what Nie Huaisang said.

What happened back then, Nie Huaisang didn't say anything, Lan Xichen also checked it out. Nie Huaisang said that Lan Xichen was prepared when he was assassinated. Even if all the clues point to Jin Guangyao at this time, if there is no real evidence, Lan Xichen would never believe that.

The atmosphere condensed for a while.

At this moment, Wei Wuxian suddenly yelled, "The barbecue is burnt!"

Everyone was startled by the sudden sound, and they all saw Wei WuXian frantically trying to save the scorched mass on the fire.

Jin Ling glanced away with some disgust, and said, "What the hell is this! Can I eat it?"

Seeing Wei WuXian hissing and tearing off the outer layer, revealing the tender meat inside, he took a big bite and said, "Why can't you eat it?"

Jin Ling couldn't bear to look at him as he turned his head, and Wei Wuxian laughed again: "Of course it's not as good as Lanling Jin's cuisine, you who are used to authentic Lu cuisine, how can you understand the wild game in the mountains?" fun of?"

The speaker was unintentional, but Lan Xichen was shocked when he heard this, with a look of disbelief on his face.

He suddenly remembered that when he first brought Song Yao back to Gusu, he cooked for Song Yao for the first time.

At that time Song Yao said: I never imagined that Mr. Zewu could cook such authentic Lu cuisine.

But Zhaocheng is clearly located in the extreme north, how could Song Yao have tasted authentic Shandong cuisine?

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