【Xiyao】Snow in Zhaocheng

After all, it's two big men, and it's impossible to do things like hugging each other. After the agitated emotions passed, Lan Xichen slowly let go of Jin Guangyao, and asked softly, "Since you I have recovered my previous memories, what are my plans for the future...?"

Jin Guangyao smiled, and said: "Jin Guangyao died a long time ago, my surname is Song Mingyao, my biological father is unknown, and I was taken by Mr. Zewu to become a descendant of the Lan family, what other plans do I have?"

He paused, turned his head to look out of the window, and said with a slight smile, "It's just...if there is a chance, I want to go back...to see my mother."

Lan Xichen felt relieved, and said in a low voice, "It's the right thing to pay homage to relatives."

He knew that Jin Guangyao must have resentment towards what happened back then, but as long as he was still by his side, there was still room for change.

Thinking of this, Lan Xichen hesitated for a moment, before asking, "The matter of the Guanyin Temple...is planned by Nie Huaisang, right?"

Jin Guangyao looked up at him, with a half-smile: "I say yes, does Mr. Zewu believe it?"

Lan Xichen nodded, "I see."

Jin Guangyao was startled, and fell silent for a while.

Lan Xichen subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to caress his hair, but he stopped when he raised his hand in the air. He pursed his lips and retracted his hand, and finally said: "It's getting late, let's rest."

The two had just made it clear that although there was nothing on the surface, it was inevitable that they were a bit at a loss, and this kind of at a loss, when they were going to bed... was especially intense.

In the past, it was not the time to go to sleep without reaching the feet, but now that Qian Fan is over, and the two of them are lying on the same couch again, something has already quietly changed.

But there are also some things that have not changed, such as Lan Xichen's sleeping posture that has been as elegant and upright as himself for decades.

Jin Guangyao turned over and heard Lan Xichen's shallow breathing. He should have been wary of this person whose position was destined to be completely different from his, but for no reason, his mind slowly relaxed.

...Perhaps even the light sandalwood on Lan Xichen's body has the effect of calming the nerves.

Jin Guangyao closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep.

But the dream was not very good.

He seemed to have returned to the day when Lan Xichen pierced his heart with a sword. He met Lan Xichen's eyes full of disappointment, opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

He could feel the blood oozing out, and his whole body was cold. He wanted to cry out for help, and begged Lan Xichen to let him go, but his lips opened and closed, but it was still in vain.

...he was silenced.

He didn't need to think about it to know how dismal he looked at this time, he watched Lan Xichen turn his head as if he couldn't bear to look directly, but pressed forward step by step, piercing the sword deeper.

He questioned silently, but Lan Xichen only said calmly, "...you killed too many people."

Too many kills to stay.

The sword pierced his chest fiercely, and blood gushed out like a fountain for a while, but Jin Guangyao didn't feel pain, only felt cold, colder than the snow in Zhaocheng.

He slowly grasped Shuo Yue's sword edge, unexpectedly only the blood on that sword edge was warm.

However, the blood was going to be cold sooner or later, his eyes turned black, and the scenery around him changed suddenly, and it was the day of the first snow in Zhaocheng.

The surroundings suddenly became noisy. He was lying on his stomach in the snowy winter, with countless obscenities in his ears, and endless punches and kicks on his body. He raised his head and saw Lan Xichen standing not far away. place, watching indifferently.

His heart went cold in an instant, but he still refused to look away. Lan Xichen moved his lips, and said again: "You killed too many people."

... killing too many people?

Jin Guangyao stared blankly at his hands, which were covered with blood but warm.

He wiped the blood on the snow, the warmth disappeared, but Lan Xichen left.

He felt cold, so cold that his teeth chattered, so cold that he shivered all over, and so cold that his heart ached...

Then he woke up with the bone-chilling chill, Lan Xichen was holding his shoulders, stretching out his hand to test the temperature on his forehead with a worried expression.

That palm is warm.

The chill still persisted, Jin Guangyao's body shivered uncontrollably, and in this boundless chill, only Lan Xichen was warm.

Jin Guangyao was stunned for a moment, looking at Lan Xichen, he felt that he had survived the catastrophe.

Lan Xichen frowned slightly, wrapped Jin Guangyao tightly with the quilt, and asked softly, "I haven't had a fever yet, why are you shaking like this? Is it cold?"

Jin Guangyao shrank back into the quilt unconsciously, as if it wasn't enough, he pursed his lips and said one word weakly: "...cold."

So Lan Xichen simply hugged him, as if he had found Jin Guangyao, warming his body with spiritual power.

The scene in the dream is especially in front of him, Jin Guangyao realizes that without Lan Xichen's warmth, it turns out to be like this...

torment.

He closed his eyes slightly, his body gradually warmed up, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Lan Xichen patted him on the back and whispered, "Have you had a nightmare?"

Jin Guangyao nodded, and Lan Xichen said again, "What did you dream about? You're so scared."

After being silent for a while, Jin Guangyao smiled and said, "I don't remember clearly, I just remember that it was very cold."

Lan Xichen didn't say any more, and tightened the quilt for him again, saying, "Go to sleep."

But this time, not long after he fell asleep, he was awakened by a rapid knock on the door. Lan Xichen opened his eyes. It was just dawn, and a little light came in through the window.

Jin Guangyao stood up vigilantly from the first knock on the door, Lan Xichen put on his clothes and went to open the door, and saw Lan Sizhui standing outside the door with an anxious expression on his face, and said, "Mr. Zewu, suddenly a large number of people appeared around the barren mountain." Walking corpses, there have been several cases of walking corpses attacking villagers in several nearby villages! Shall we go and investigate?"

Lan Xichen's expression became serious, and he asked, "Sect Master Jiang and Sect Master Nie are back?"

Lan Sizhui said: "Jing Yi has already sent the news, and should be here soon."

Lan Xichen nodded, turned his head and said to Jin Guangyao, "I'll go out for a while, so don't act rashly, if there is any danger, SiZhui can protect you."

Jin Guangyao agreed, and Lan Xichen left. After Wang Xian and Jin Ling were found, Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang arrived shortly after. Nie Huaisang hurriedly said, "Many walking corpses have appeared outside the forest. I'm afraid they are related to Big Brother." .”

It is common for evil things to attract each other, and Nie Mingjue's evil spirit is so strong that it is inevitable to attract walking corpses.

Jiang Cheng looked stern, and said directly, "It's not an ordinary walking corpse."

Wei Wuxian raised his eyebrows, and said, "Have you opened your spiritual wisdom?"

Jiang Cheng nodded, and said, "Those walking corpses are very cunning, and they can hide their bodies. They are extremely difficult to get rid of, and there are quite a few of them."

Lan Xichen's face became serious, and he asked, "Is there any abnormality in the forest?"

Jiang Cheng shook his head, and said incredulously: "That's the strange thing, that day after Nie Mingjue fled back to the forest, there was no more movement, and those walking corpses didn't rush into the forest, they just fled far away around the forest. , have been cleaned up by us."

Lan Xichen frowned, and said, "The nearby villages have also been attacked by walking corpses, we have to go there, how about this, Sect Master Jiang and Sect Master Nie continue to patrol around the forest, and Mr. Wangji Wei and I will split up. Let’s clear up the walking corpses in the surrounding villages first, and then talk about other things.”

The walking corpse has already affected the lives of the villagers, so it must be encircled and suppressed as soon as possible, and the matter of enticing Nie Mingjue to seal the coffin has to be postponed. It is a good thing that Nie Mingjue has not changed at this time.

Everyone had no objection, so the matter was settled. Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian immediately set off for the two nearest villages. Lan Xichen went back to his room to look for Jin Guangyao.

He didn't feel at ease if he didn't bring Jin Guangyao with him.

After finding Jin Guangyao, the two immediately set off for other villages. Sure enough, the people in the village were panic-stricken. Several families were having funerals, and the crying was miserable, which was touching.

Lan Xichen knocked on the doors of several families to inquire about the situation, and finally came to the conclusion that those walking corpses haunted the village at night, never going to crowded places, and they only picked the old and weak, women and children to kill.

Sure enough, he has wisdom.

However, no matter how enlightened his spiritual wisdom is, a person of Yu Lan Xichen's level of cultivation is nothing to be afraid of. Lan Xichen simply waited until nighttime, and together with Jin Guangyao to hold back his breath, like ordinary people, attracting walking corpses. Clean it up again.

In just a few days, most of the walking corpses in the surrounding villages were cleaned up. Lan Xichen joined up with Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian in the last village, and cleaned up the last batch of walking corpses in one fell swoop. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

After running around for several days, he hardly closed his eyes. Rao is a cultivator, not a fairy body, so he was somewhat tired. Wei Wuxian suggested to do some things here, rest for a night and then go back to the barren mountain.

Although they were outside these days, they communicated with Jiang Cheng and the others. They knew that everything in the barren mountain was normal for the time being. Lan Xichen himself didn't care, but Jin Guangyao's body was young and his cultivation level was still inexperienced. barely.

Thinking of this, Lan Xichen nodded in response. Naturally, Lan Wangji had no doubts, and they found a nearby inn to stay.

After finally leaving the barren mountain, Wei Wuxian ordered a large table of wine and meat as if he had broken his fast, but he still remembered the preferences of the Lan family, so he ordered some light meals.

A smile flashed across Lan Wangji's eyes, full of indulgence.

The food and drink were brought up after a while, Wei WuXian drank, and the rest drank tea. The countryside was simple, and the dishes served were ordinary sea bowls with yellow soup on a white background, all of the same appearance.

Regardless of that, the wine that Wei Wuxian wanted was a rarity, and now there is only half a jar left, so it is no longer sold in forums, but sold in bowls.

The waiter was also careless, mixed tea and wine together, pointed to one of the bowls and said it was wine, Wei WuXian took a taste, frowned, and said, "This is clearly tea!"

The waiter in the shop was stunned for a moment, and said blankly: "But the little one clearly poured all the remaining wine here."

Wei Wuxian hesitated for a moment, looked at the three people beside him, and said, "Then...whose place is this wine?"

Lan Xichen coughed softly.

He was unprepared just now, he drank in a hurry, and felt something was wrong when he swallowed it. However, Lan Shi has always been cultivated, and there is absolutely no reason to spit out what he swallowed, so he swallowed it slowly, and looked at the rest of the bowl. It would be a waste to pour out the remaining wine, so I simply drank it all in one gulp.

However, he was not good at drinking, and the smell of spicy wine entered his throat, so he couldn't help coughing.

The eyes of the other three fell on him.

Lan Xichen raised his eyes, smiled wryly and said, "It's my bowl."

Well aware of the Lan family's urination after drunk, Wei Wuxian's face changed, and he asked tentatively: "Zewu-jun... are you okay?"

He was lucky, thinking that Mr. Zewu often attends various banquets, so he must have a better drinking capacity than his family's Lan Er.

Lan Xichen really lived up to expectations, nodded calmly, his eyes were clear, his words were clear, and he said, "It's nothing."

Jin Guangyao didn't quite believe it.

Wei Wuxian didn't know it, but Jin Guangyao knew it, even if he attended the banquet, Mr. Zewu didn't drink, so naturally no one would force him.

He was worried in his heart, and he kept an eye on Lan Xichen secretly while eating, but Lan Xichen acted as usual, and he didn't look drunk at all.

Only then did the few feel relieved, and went back to their rooms after dinner. Jin Guangyao and Lan Xichen were still in the same room, and they saw Lan Xichen walking towards the room calmly, with a normal expression on his face.

...and slammed right into the door.

Jin Guangyao raised his forehead, but he saw Lan Xichen covering his flushed forehead in a daze, turned his head to look at him in aggrieved manner, then stared at the door bitterly, and did not move.

The author has something to say: back!This chapter is not long!

And the ending of Yaomei's dream has a deep meaning!But I won't tell you! 【slip away】