【Xiyao】Snow in Zhaocheng

Song Lan dipped his chopsticks into the tea and wrote on the table, "Sect Master Nie's coffin bottle is broken?"

Lan Xichen nodded with a serious expression, and said softly, "Fortunately, he didn't escape from the forest, so it won't harm the people for the time being, but it's hard to say what will happen after that."

Song Lan nodded, and wrote: "I hunted here at night, and heard that there are a lot of walking corpses nearby. Is it related to this?"

Lan Xichen said: "It is indeed caused by the heavy evil spirit. We have cleaned up the walking corpses around, but we still need to seal the coffin as soon as possible."

Song Lan has been wandering around for these years. Although he has heard about the Guanyin Temple battle, he knows very little. After listening to a few people talking about the current situation, he pondered for a while and wrote: "I will go back to the barren mountain with you. General Ruo Gui will join hands with me. , or one or two constraints."

They are all ferocious corpses who are not afraid of death. When facing Nie Mingjue, they are naturally much stronger than flesh and blood.

Upon hearing this, Lan Xichen happily cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Daoist Song, for your help."

Song Lan shook his head, his eyes fell on the spirit lock pouch he had carefully placed by the table when he sat down just now, he stretched out his hand to gently hold one of them, and pressed it tightly against the palm of his hand, with his fingertips slightly curved, resting on it Slightly flirted.

A gentle smile flashed across his eyes, and he wrote: "Together with Stardust, we will slay demons and treacherous evil, that's my promise."

And the spirit lock sac in his palm seemed to have a spirit, and the moment he finished writing, it gently rubbed against his palm.

Then everyone saw that Song Lan's face, which should have been stiff and cold due to the corpse, actually curved slightly at the corners of his lips, revealing a slightly distorted smile that was so difficult that it couldn't even be called a smile, but it couldn't be ignored.

Wei Wuxian tilted his head slightly, his eyes felt a little hot.

The tragedy of Yicheng seems to be still yesterday. Xiao Xingchen died of grief and indignation. Song Lan was made into a murderous corpse and drove away. For many years, the warm and heartwarming scene in front of him made Wei Wuxian, an outsider like Wei Wuxian, inexplicably sour and sad.

The atmosphere was just right, but Lan Wangji suddenly frowned and said, "No."

Wei Wuxian gasped, and then he heard Lan Wangji say in a deep voice, "At this time on weekdays, it should be the time when Jiang Cheng heard the news."

The few people were startled, and then their expressions suddenly changed. Lan Xichen said in a deep voice, "It's not too late, we'll set off right away."

The journey from the inn to the barren mountain was only a cup of tea for Yu Jian. When they reached the foot of the mountain, they saw the disciples of the Nie family who were in charge of inspection rushing towards the forest, with panicked expressions on their faces.

A bad premonition arose in everyone's hearts. Song Lan untied the spirit lock pouch at his waist, and held it in his palm carefully, as if afraid of breaking it. After rubbing it gently for a while, he handed it over to Wei Wu Envy hands.

Song Lan took out Fuxue and wrote on the ground: "I'm going to the back mountain now, entrusting you with the spirit lock bag, please take care of him for me."

Xiao Xingchen's soul has been nourished in the spirit lock bag for 14 years. Although he is still very weak, he has gradually regained some sanity. At this moment, he seems to feel Song Lan's breath going away. Dissatisfied, he flicked it in Wei Wuxian's palm, and was about to flick it in Song Lan's direction.

Although he is sane, he clearly looks like a child.

Song Lan was so frightened that he hurriedly caught him. Although his heart had already stopped beating, he still felt that something was raised in his throat in an instant, which made him tremble with fear.

He held Xiao Xingchen's spirit-locking pouch in his hand, and the look in his eyes could be called joy, it was clearly a murderous corpse that was not breathing, but it gave people an inexplicable illusion of relief.

Song Lan tapped the spirit-locking sac in his hand lightly, as if to blame, the spirit-locking sac dangled in his hand, and suddenly became flattened, revealing a sense of grievance.

Song Lan felt a little helpless, and lightly wrote something on the spirit-locking pouch with her fingertips. When Song Lan handed the spirit-locking pouch to Wei Wuxian again, the spirit-locking pouch obediently stopped moving.

It's just that it's more deflated than before, and it's listless and motionless, and it looks like the boss is not happy.

Wei Wuxian was disgusted by a spirit-locking pouch, and even though the situation was special at this time, he couldn't help but laugh.

Song Lan settled his only concerns, and walked towards the forest. However, he had only taken a few steps when he saw Nie Huaisang stumbling towards him from a distance. Half of his shoulder was covered in blood, dripping down the road. .

And behind him came the faint roar of a murderous corpse.

Nie Huaisang fled in a panic, described as extremely embarrassed, when he saw Lan Xichen and others, he seemed to see a savior, his face flashed with ecstasy, he called out his second brother, and ran towards Lan Xichen.

Lan Xichen's heart sank immediately.

At this time Nie Huaisang was running towards him, the strong smell of blood would definitely attract Nie Mingjue, and once Nie Mingjue chased him, he would immediately find Jin Guangyao standing beside him.

Lan Xichen yelled suddenly, "Ayao get out of the way!"

But once the words came out, it was still too late, Nie Huaisang staggered towards Lan Xichen, not knowing whether he was exhausted or what, he didn't seem to dare to get too close to Lan Xichen, so he turned straight in Jin Guangyao's direction Go, the blood all over his body rubbed against Jin Guangyao in an instant.

And behind Nie Huaisang, Nie Mingjue has followed closely!

Jin Guangyao's complexion changed, and he dodged back abruptly. Nie Mingjue suddenly felt two familiar auras. Next to Nie Huaisang, he slammed towards Jin Guangyao's direction, his movements were more than twice as fast as before.

Swords, guns, swords and halberds are useless to Nie Mingjue, Lan Xichen made a decisive decision, strangled Nie Mingjue's neck from behind, and blocked Nie Mingjue's castration with his flesh and blood, his arms were so forceful that his veins burst out .

Nie Mingjue was on the verge of going mad, and he was even more furious after being blocked by Lan Xichen, his arm twisted at a tricky angle, and he slammed towards Lan Xichen's door of life.

Jin Guangyao gritted his teeth secretly, Nie Huaisang did it on purpose!

Deliberately using his own blood to lure Nie Mingjue out and bumping into him on purpose is nothing more than wanting to use Nie Mingjue's hand to kill him!No matter how bad it is, he can use this to expose his identity without a doubt!

However, at this moment, he didn't care whether to expose or not, the golden thread in his sleeve quickly shot out, instantly entangled Nie Mingjue's arm joints, and straightly removed the arm that was grabbing Lan Xichen!

At the same time that Nie Mingjue's arm was thrown away, Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling, who were wearing colorful clothes, just arrived. Seeing this scene, Song Lan was shocked, and Song Lan had already rushed forward quickly, fighting with Nie Mingjue. At the same time, immediately after the ghost flute Chenqing and Wangji piano sounded, everyone also joined the battle.

However, Nie Mingjue no longer attacked aimlessly and indiscriminately like every time. Even though so many people surrounded him, he never shared the slightest attention. He fixed his eyes on Jin Guangyao, stubbornly The encirclement tore open gaps one after another, madly attacking towards Jin Guangyao.

The fear that Nie Mingjue brought to Jin Guangyao was too deep. Now that he was approaching bit by bit, Jin Guangyao couldn't help but turn pale, and stepped back step by step, but in the end he didn't turn around and run away. Dry lips, the golden thread in the hand is ready to go.

Wei Wuxian's flute sound became more and more urgent, and the few people gradually became unable to hold on, and almost all of them were stained, especially Lan Xichen.

Jin Guangyao was anxious in his heart, but he didn't dare to approach, fearing that it would make Nie Mingjue go crazy, so he could only hold the gold thread tightly in his hand, and he didn't notice that his fingertips were cut with streaks of blood.

The moment Nie Mingjue forced Lan Xichen back a few steps, finding the gap to rush towards Jin Guangyao, a black shadow abruptly blocked Jin Guangyao, blocking Nie Mingjue's attack, and the flute sounded at the same time. Time stopped suddenly, and then Jin Guangyao heard Wei Wuxian complain weakly; "Thank God, if you don't come again, I will be torn alive!"

Wen Ning was only focused on fighting with Nie Mingjue and had no time to pay attention to him. Song Lan also saw the opportunity to join in. The two cooperated one after the other, unknowingly gained the upper hand, and forced Nie Mingjue to the direction of the forest recede.

The crowd then dispersed, leaving room for them to fight. However, although Song Lan and Wen Ning had the upper hand, it was still difficult to capture Nie Mingjue, so they had to fight and retreat with Nie Mingjue, and finally disappeared into the forest.

The fight between the murderous corpses can be described as horrific, the trees in the forest were destroyed in an instant, and everyone couldn't get close at all, so they had to wait and see from a distance, Nie HuaiSang secretly hated, and suddenly felt embarrassed; Shouldn't there be some things that need to be explained?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions changed, and they looked at Jin Guangyao with complicated eyes.

The hatred on his back, the familiar golden thread, Nie Mingjue's madness, and Lan Xichen's vague cover-up and defense all point to the same possibility.

Nie Huaisang looked at Lan Xichen, and said aggressively, "Jin Guangyao's body is not in the coffin. The second brother has been traveling around all these years, and he stopped suddenly after he brought Song Yao into the Lan family. Now Song Yao is suspicious everywhere, should the second brother give me a hand?" statement?"

Nie HuaiSang suddenly smiled and said, "Or is it that the second brother has always been sober, and wants to help the heinous people and deceive the world?"

Before Lan Xichen could reply, Jin Guangyao sneered, facing Nie Huaisang directly, with a bit of sarcasm in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, he said, "You're right."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jin Ling's face instantly showed a crying and smiling expression, and he said abruptly, "Uncle..."

Jiang Cheng said coldly; "Shut up!"

Jin Guangyao paused for a moment when he was called by Jin Ling, then he smiled and said, "Anyway, I was once ranked among the top three. I have my own way to escape from the coffin, but Sect Master Nie , your eldest brother's matter has not been resolved yet, you are holding on to this matter, regardless of the current urgent situation, what is the meaning?"

Nie Huaisang's expression changed, and at this stall, Lan Wangji's expression froze suddenly, and he shouted, "Who is that!"

Just after he yelled, a group of white-clothed monks with cold expressions suddenly appeared around them, surrounding them.

Jin Guangyao clapped his hands and smiled lightly.

Jiang Cheng said with a gloomy expression, "Jin Guangyao, do you really think that with these mobs, you can do nothing to win us?"

Jin Guangyao said with a good-tempered smile: "Of course I can't help Sect Master Jiang, but the situation is still uncertain. Does Sect Master Jiang think it's better to spend time with me here, or let people like me follow suit? ?”

Jiang Cheng sneered, the purple lightning in his hand crackled, and he was about to strike, but Jin Ling pulled his arm violently, and said in a low voice, "Uncle, he just saved my life not long ago... ..."

So Jiang Cheng had no choice but to pause, his face became even more gloomy, but he turned his head and snorted coldly, and stopped moving.

Jin Guangyao said, "Thank you, Sect Master Jiang and Xiao Sect Master Jin."

Jin Ling's eyes flickered, but he didn't speak.

Jin Guangyao waved his hand, and the surrounding white-clothed monks obediently pushed away, and the atmosphere was no longer as tense as before.

Nie HuaiSang felt unwilling, but although the cultivators in white were not as advanced as Jiang Cheng and the others, they were superior in numbers. If they really fought at this time, the gains would not be worth the losses, and naturally no one would agree.

It would be fine if Jin Guangyao was alone, but Nie Huaisang never expected that so many years after Jin Guangyao's death, there are still forces that he has not cleaned up.

He hated so much in his heart, but he could only suppress it temporarily, and watched Jin Guangyao walk among the white-clothed monks, keeping a safe distance from them, and Shi Shiran sat down.

Jin GuangYao looked at the crowd and said, "Among all the people present, I am the only one who knows Nie MingJue the most. If General Ghost and Daoist Song can successfully hold him back, I will be sure to seal him back into the coffin."

The author has something to say: the best dual-tao leader in the world, woo woo woo, the little star is so cute, I blow it off [and I apologize to the little cute who stood at Xue Xiao or Xiao Xue for dismantling CP, you can ignore this article]

ps The plot is not very mature, the silly white sweet author really has limited brain power... If you have any logical problems, please point out