【Xiyao】Snow in Zhaocheng

Under Song Lan and Wen Ning's siege, Nie Mingjue's movements gradually slowed down, he no longer waited for an opportunity to escape to the depths of the forest, and was slowly led towards the coffin by the two.

Everyone had been waiting near the coffin bottle for a long time, and seeing Nie Mingjue being forced to approach the coffin bottle step by step, they couldn't help but hold their breath. Nei shot in time, but not getting too close to cause Nie Mingjue to become fierce.

Nie Mingjue was finally brought to the side of the coffin. He seemed to realize that the situation was not good. He let out a low growl and was about to attack when the golden thread in Jin Guangyao's hand suddenly came, wrapping around the cut of his neck exactly. .

The golden thread was already cut like mud, and it was inserted into Nie Mingjue's neck tightly along the fracture. With a little force, it chopped off Nie Mingjue's head with overwhelming momentum. Nie Mingjue's body stopped, his arms were blank. He waved it over his head, and realized that something was missing, his strength surged in a sudden rage, and he sent Song Lan and Wen Ning who were standing in front of him flying away!

However, before he could make another move, Jin Guangyao's golden thread wrapped around the cuts in his arms and legs in a similar manner. Nie Mingjue's body suddenly softened, and he tilted towards the open coffin bottle.

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji took the opportunity to kick the coffin lid violently, and the coffin lid was finally closed tightly. Wei Wuxian jumped onto the coffin jar, bit his fingertips, and drew a spell like flowing water, the coffin lid suddenly trembled , it stopped moving.

Wei Wuxian heaved a sigh of relief, and lightly jumped down from the coffin lid, looked at Jin Guangyao at the side, and said with a half-smile, "It's thanks to the sharp gold thread from the former Jin Sect Master."

Jin Guangyao replied with a smile: "Young Master Wei, thank you."

The atmosphere fell into an awkward silence.

The eyes of everyone looking at Jin Guangyao are more complicated than before. The light of death is extinguished. Don't ask about the previous life. Although it is a truth that everyone in the Taoist sect understands, but thinking of the things Jin Guangyao did in his previous life, and looking at his smiling face now. No matter how you look at it, your teeth itch.

But although this person is undoubtedly the former Jin suzerain in his heart, he is still a 14-year-old doll physically, and the most unreasonable thing he has done in his life is nothing more than pitting Wei Wuxian, the ancestor of Yiling, who is still alive just now. Sealing the coffin made a non-negligible contribution, successfully strangling a catastrophe in its infancy, and there is nothing to criticize.

This is even more itchy.

Jin Guangyao didn't care about everyone's complicated moods, he straightened his robe sleeves slowly, vaguely resembling the former Immortal Governor.

He was surrounded by his subordinates in the center like stars, and he never looked at Lan Xichen from the beginning to the end. He was separated from Lan Xichen by a very obvious distance, like a silent drawing of the Chu River and Han Boundary. .

Lan Xichen suddenly said, "Ayao."

Jin Guangyao paused with a smile, and unexpectedly met Lan Xichen's clear eyes, the pain and loneliness that faintly appeared in those eyes made Jin Guangyao's heart shrink slightly, and he unconsciously looked away.

He kept saying that he wanted to be a disciple of the Lan family, but secretly concealed the fact that he summoned the old department. Although he hadn't lied to him, he had lied to Lan Xichen again because of Lan Xichen's trust.

He who did all kinds of evil things in his previous life and was still able to talk and laugh with Lan Xichen as usual, now for some reason, suddenly he doesn't know how to face him.

He pursed his lips, looked at the other people beside him, raised his usual smile, and said softly: "Since this matter is over, can I go back?"

Before the others had time to speak, Jiang Cheng said coldly, "No."

As soon as he finished speaking, the monks around Jin Guangyao froze and pulled out their swords in unison.

Tensions.

Jin Guangyao raised his eyebrows, raised his hand and made a gesture of pressing down, signaling not to move rashly, then smiled and said, "What does Sect Master Jiang mean?"

Jiang Cheng sneered, and said mercilessly, "Of course I don't believe in your character, so I have to keep you under my nose to be at ease."

He never said anything good, and Jin Guangyao was not angry, he waved his hand to signal the white-clothed monks beside him to leave, and went back to the previous room.

Those white-clothed monks looked very airy, but how could they possibly be able to fight against the cooperation of several major suzerains? He has always been able to bend and stretch, and he doesn't expect them to be nice to him. As long as they don't shout and kill, he will be comfortable enough.

Jin Guangyao breathed a sigh of relief, if these white-clothed monks hadn't come in time, he might really have to confess here today.

But while he breathed a sigh of relief, he felt a little bored in his heart.

He pressed his heart and said silently in his heart.

Lan Xichen.

......

Jin Guangyao sat in the room until very late, and Lan Xichen came back.

Lan Xichen looked a little tired, and looked at Jin Guangyao without saying a word, which made Jin Guangyao's heart tighten slightly.

Lan Xichen was rarely so silent, the corners of his lips that were usually slightly raised seemed to have been smoothed out, and there was no trace of a smile on his face.

Jin Guangyao waited for a long while, and seeing that Lan Xichen didn't even question him, he couldn't help but ask, "What Sect Master Jiang said earlier...does Lord Zewu feel the same way?"

Lan Xichen didn't speak.

Jin Guangyao's heart sank, and the corners of his lips gradually tightened.

After a long silence, Lan Xichen asked him, "When did you start contacting those people?"

Jin Guangyao was startled, and replied in a hoarse voice, "From the day I woke up from a coma."

Lan Xichen closed his eyes, his face turned pale.

The day when he woke up from the coma was when Jin Guangyao had just arrived at the barren mountain, before Jin Guangyao confessed to him and restored the memory of his previous life.

Lan Xichen felt a little astringent in his heart, it hurt so badly.

After suffering like this for a while, Lan Xichen stood up, turned his back to Jin Guangyao, and said, "I'm a little confused, let me think about it myself."

After saying this, he opened the door and left without hesitation, without looking at Jin Guangyao again.

This is the first time Jin Guangyao has not slept with Lan Xichen since meeting Lan Xichen again.

Jin Guangyao was lying on the couch, staring at the roof, replaying the events of the past few days in his head over and over again, and his sleepless mind became clearer.

After an unknown amount of time, Jin Guangyao suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure standing outside the window from the corner of his eye.

The first person he thought of was Lan Xichen, he got up abruptly, and opened the window in three steps at a time, but what he saw was Nie Huaisang's back leaving in a hurry.

The direction of departure was exactly where the coffin bottle was.

A faint sneer appeared on Jin Guangyao's face, and a killing intent flashed in his heart.

He was sneaking around outside his window in the middle of the night, and his intention to lure him out was obvious. Jin Guangyao didn't believe that Nie Huaisang dared to do anything to him at this time, so fortunately he let him go and find out.

Nie Huaisang walked all the way to the coffin and bottle before stopping. It was the turn of the Nie family's children to guard tonight. When they saw Nie Huaisang, they retreated consciously, as if they didn't see Jin Guangyao behind him.

Nie Huaisang turned around, the resentment in the daytime was gone, and there was a smile on his face.

He looked at Jin Guangyao, and said with a soft smile, "Third brother, don't come here without any problems."

This third brother call made Jin Guangyao very uncomfortable.

He was too lazy to put on a show with Nie Huaisang, he looked at him coldly, and the murderous intent in his heart grew stronger.

The people guarding the coffin and bottle retreated completely, there was no ambush around, only Nie Huaisang and him, at this moment, if he killed Nie Huaisang, it would be easy for him to escape.

No matter how you weigh it, it's better than being locked up and under strict supervision.

Jin Guangyao clenched Hensheng's hilt tightly, and the moment he wanted to draw the sword, he suddenly hesitated.

He knew very well in his heart that if he killed Nie Huaisang, he would stand on the opposite side of Lan Xichen.

The hand holding the hilt of the sword tightened, Jin Guangyao frowned coldly, but in the end he didn't draw the sword rashly, but asked coldly, "What do you want to do?"

Nie Huaisang didn't speak, and slowly took out a ball of blackened gold thread from his sleeve, and waved it in front of Jin Guangyao's eyes.

Jin Guangyao's pupils shrank suddenly.

The material of the gold thread is special, it is a bit old, but Jin Guangyao is very familiar with it.

It was on the day of Guanyin Temple that he buried it in his stomach for safety.

There was a cruel smile on Nie Huaisang's face, but his tone was very gentle, and he said: "This coffin is special, after 14 years, the body of the third brother is still preserved, but when I opened the coffin that day, the scene I saw was miserable. Quite right, that corpse was removed by my eldest brother, its limbs were removed, and its internal organs were emptied, even with this golden thread...Third brother, I took that broken corpse for you, you should thank me very much."

The situation he described was too graphic, and as he spit out the words one by one, Jin Guangyao's eyes gradually turned red, his canthus cracked, and his whole body was almost trembling. Wan Duan was even more enraged, the string of reason that he had always been tense almost fell apart, his desire to slowly defeat Nie Huaisang was effortlessly suppressed by this anger, Jin Guangyao gritted his teeth fiercely and lost control He drew his sword sharply.

He didn't see the flash of light in Nie Huaisang's eyes.

The two were fighting together in an instant, Nie Huaisang was no longer the idiot he used to be, Zhaozhao came with a sharp sword with killing intent, Jin Guangyao did not back down, even after hundreds of moves, he was still inseparable.

But at this moment, Nie HuaiSang suddenly pulled away, slapped himself on the chest, and took a few steps back.

Jin Guangyao regained his sanity in a daze, but it was too late when he realized something was wrong.

So when Lan Xichen arrived, he saw Nie Huaisang and Jin Guangyao facing each other with their swords. Nie Huaisang took a few steps back and spat out a mouthful of blood.

And Jin Guangyao's sword pointed directly at Nie Huaisang, and the spiritual power of the sword was flowing, it was obvious that he had moved for real.

When Nie Huaisang saw Lan Xichen, his eyes lit up and he rushed towards Lan Xichen, his face was full of panic but he couldn't hide his surprise, and said, "Second Brother, save me! Jin Guangyao... he wants to kill me!"

From the moment Lan Xichen appeared, Jin Guangyao's whole body became stiff. He slowly put down the sword in his hand, and the blood on his face faded completely. He looked at Lan Xichen's bottomless eyes, and his heart couldn't stop. He sank, suffocated for a long time, and finally fought it out, gritted his teeth and said, "Lan Xichen... I didn't hurt him."

After saying this, he lowered his eyes and stopped looking at Lan Xichen.

Lan Xichen walked towards him slowly.

Jin Guangyao suddenly clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his flesh.

However, Lan Xichen did not attack him as he expected, but stopped in front of him, grabbed his wrist, and caught his pulse with his fingers.

Jin Guangyao heard Lan Xichen's warm and gentle voice asking next to his ear, "Have you ever been injured?"

Jin Guangyao raised his head suddenly, his eyes full of astonishment.

What met him was a pair of worried eyes.

There was no trace of doubt or condemnation in those eyes, only full of warmth and tenderness that made Jin Guangyao's heart tremble.

Jin Guangyao shook his head in a daze.

Lan Xichen frowned slightly, and looked at him with some concern, then turned around, stood in front of Jin Guangyao, and faced Nie Huaisang.

Lan Xichen said, "I trust Ah Yao."

He thought it over, he believed in A Yao.

The author has something to say: officially enter the climax part www

Finally, I have written the fragment that I have always wanted to write. It can be said that the source of the full text comes from this chapter. I am happy!