【Xiyao】Snow in Zhaocheng

After Lan Qiren came back, Song Yao had to do one more thing every day, besides learning the mental method with Lan Xichen, there was one more thing - listening to Lan Qiren's lectures.

Almost all the disciples of the Lan family are not afraid of Lan Qiren, they just randomly picked out a family motto that has been copied at least a hundred and eighty times, even Yazheng Hanguang-jun is not immune sometimes, everyone thought that the new disciple was destined She would also be reprimanded for her misbehavior, but what is shocking is that after a month, Song Yao not only did not get punished once, but was favored by Lan Qiren.

To say that Lan Qiren has two most proud disciples in his life, one is Zewu Lord Lan Xichen, and the other is Hanguang Lord Lan Wangji, but one of them is as elegant as jade, and the other is as cold as ice. Zhilan Wangji is better, but after all, they are not good at sensationalism.

But Song Yao is different, he is diligent, studious, smart and courteous, he is respectful and obedient when facing Lan Qiren, and has a very sweet mouth, he always follows Lan Qiren every day and calls long and short, calling Lan Qiren straight. He was so excited that he couldn't find the south, east, north and south.

Within a month, Song Yao's status in Lan Qiren's heart seemed to surpass that of Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji.

Every time this matter was mentioned, Wei Wuxian was heartbroken, he leaned on Lan Wangji's body, grabbed Lan Wangji's collar with one hand, covered his heart with the other and howled, "Lan Zhan Lan Zhan, my heart hurts so much, Hurry up and rub it for me."

So Lan Wangji directly put his hand into his underwear and didn't take it out.

Wei WuXian was not surprised by this, but still felt aggrieved, and said, "Everyone is also a big devil who everyone shouts and beats. How can he get along so well after changing his skin? Lan Zhan, tell me, there is something wrong with this." Is there no reason?"

Lan Wangji kissed him, and said, "You are not."

Wei Wuxian murmured: "Really, my Yiling Patriarch doesn't want to lose face?...Wait, what did you just say?"

Lan Wangji said, "You're not the devil."

So Wei Wuxian resolutely shut up, opened his arms and threw Lan Wangji down on the couch fiercely, stretched out his hand to tear Lan Wangji's clothes, rolled on his body, and said, "Lan Zhan, why are you so nice?" Woolen cloth?"

There was a hint of a smile in Lan Wangji's eyes, he let him do whatever he wanted, turned over after a while, and locked Wei Wuxian firmly between his arms.

After Wei Wuxian finished his excitement, his clothes were almost taken off by Lan Wangji.

Wei WuXian blinked, and said, "...Hey, HanGuang-Jun, what are you doing?"

Lan Wangji gave him a deep look, and said, "Tian Tian."

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On one side, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji are as happy as a god every day, while on the other side Song Yao is still cultivating hard. Although he is very talented, he has missed the best time to practice. It is almost impossible for him to achieve great success Even for the most basic things, you have to put in several times more effort than others to reach a passable level.

Sometimes Lan Xichen watched him practice hard, and remembered that Jin Guangyao was criticized for stealing skills in his previous life, and he felt distressed.

If you can't learn the essence and learn the depth, you can only ask for more. If there are other ways, no one will choose such a laborious and thankless road.

Fortunately, Song Yao is extremely intelligent and has a very tenacious heart. Now that Lan Xichen is teaching her, she has made rapid progress in her cultivation.

After six months, Song Yao finally produced the golden elixir, and Lan Xichen also kept his promise and began to teach Song Yao how to practice swordsmanship.

Swordsmanship is different from other basic skills, relying more on comprehension and spirituality, and Song Yao is just the best at these. He has a flexible mind and is exquisite in all aspects. Often, Lan Xichen can understand the essentials after only teaching it once, and he can practice other skills You can draw inferences about other moves from one instance, master them well, and make rapid progress.

It didn't take long for Song Yao's every move to have his own strength of character. Except for the lack of speed and strength, he has faintly formed in the swordsmanship.

This day Song Yao came back from Lan Qiren's place as usual, and heard the faint sound of flute from the cold room from a distance.

The sound of the flute is ethereal and pleasant, but perhaps it is the characteristic of the instrument itself, which makes people feel a little sad.

Lan Xichen played a pure heart note, which Song Yao had never heard before, but felt vaguely familiar.

He walked a few steps closer, stood by the door and listened attentively, the sense of familiarity in his heart became stronger and stronger, and as something flashed in his mind, Song Yao suddenly felt a tingling pain in his heart.

The pain came and went quickly, just like the clips that flashed through Song Yao's mind, it was fleeting, so fast that Song Yao couldn't grasp the clue.

He was in a trance for a while, and when he came back to his senses, Lan Xichen had stopped playing the flute, opened the door, and looked at him from the inside.

Seeing him standing blankly by the door, Lan Xichen couldn't help but frown, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Yao shook her head, put away the doubts in her heart, calmed herself down, and said with a smile: "It's nothing, I just think Zewu-jun's flute sounds very nice, what song did Zewu-jun play just now?"

Lan Xichen was startled when he heard the words, and couldn't help but lose his mind.

Jin Guangyao once asked him exactly the same words.

After a pause, Lan Xichen still replied, "Qing Xin Yin."

Song Yao pondered for a while and asked, "Does this song have the effect of calming the mind and calming the mind?"

Lan Xichen nodded.

Song Yao couldn't help frowning secretly, if this song has the effect of calming the mind and calming the mind, then he was in a trance and felt a dull pain, what happened?

He couldn't figure it out, so he didn't notice Lan Xichen's slightly gloomy expression when he mentioned Qingxinyin. In the end, Lan Xichen changed the subject without a trace, and said, "It's getting late, let's go earlier." Learn the sword."

The two came to the open area outside the cold room. After Lan Xichen gave Song Yao some moves as usual, he began to give Song Yao some moves. Song Yao also quickly calmed down and took it seriously.

Everything was the same as usual, Song Yao also gradually improved from the jerky at the beginning, but at this moment, Lan Xichen took a sword flower, raised the tip of the sword, and stabbed straight towards Song Yao's heart.

Although this sword was fast and urgent, but Lan Xichen deliberately controlled the strength, and Song Yao could easily catch it.

But Song Yao watched the sword getting closer and closer to her, and suddenly something seemed to overlap in her mind, a sharp pain rose from the bottom of his heart, he covered his heart, but his feet stood there as if rooted , unable to move an inch.

The sword's edge had arrived, but Song Yao had no intention of evading it. Seeing that he was about to be hurt, Lan Xichen's heart was shocked, and he turned back. Although the sword was strong, it used spiritual power. All came back, forcing Lan Xichen to take a few steps back, Shuoyue dropped his hand and fell to the ground.

The scene just now made his blood surge. At this moment, his heart was beating violently, and a familiar pain rose from his dantian, and even his spiritual veins were aching.

Song Yao came back to her senses suddenly, and saw Lan Xichen's face was pale. She thought it was the shock that had just surprised him, but suddenly noticed that Lan Xichen was already sweating profusely as he pressed his abdomen with one hand.

The place where Lan Xichen pressed was the dantian, obviously something went wrong with his spiritual power.

Song Yao's complexion changed drastically, she rushed over to support Lan Xichen, and asked anxiously, "Jun Zewu, what's wrong with you?"

Lan Xichen shook his head with a pale face, silently adjusted his breath for a while, and it took him a while to get over the pain, and his face gradually improved.

He stroked Song Yao's head reassuringly, and said, "I'm fine."

Song Yao was relieved a little, but still felt uncomfortable, and said guiltily, "Blame me, if I hadn't lost my mind while practicing the sword, Zewu-jun, you wouldn't have..."

Lan Xichen shook his head, interrupted him softly, and said, "It's not your fault, it's an old problem of mine, it just happened suddenly."

Song Yao was startled, and murmured: "...Old problem?"

"Yeah." Lan Xichen responded, but stopped talking, but said, "Let's practice here first, let's go back to the cold room earlier."

Song Yao heard the words, swallowed the question she wanted to ask, and nodded.

After returning to the cold room, Song Yao was still worried, her eyes kept on Lan Xichen, no matter what Lan Xichen did, she followed behind him step by step, as if she was afraid that something unexpected happened to Lan Xichen.

Lan Xichen looked amused, reached out and tapped his head lightly, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Song Yao covered her forehead, raised her eyes to look at him seriously, and said, "Mr. Zewu, I think you should ask a doctor to take a look. Physical matters should not be trifled with."

He clearly looks like a young man. Although he has lived comfortably in Yunshen in the past six months, and Lan Xichen has often made trouble for him, his stature has grown a lot higher than before, but he still looks a bit immature. He imitated Lan Qiren's old-fashioned appearance, but he looked inexplicably cute.

Lan Xichen's heart warmed, and he couldn't help laughing. He rubbed Song Yao's forehead, which had never been hurt, and said softly, "Don't worry, I still know my body well, and there won't be any serious problems."

Song Yao wanted to persuade him again, but Lan Xichen said again: "You also know that I have some medical skills, I've checked it out just now, so there's no need to call a doctor anymore."

Song Yao pursed her lips, and looked at Lan Xichen up and down for a while, Lan Xichen smiled, and let him look at him with gentleness and connivance, until Song Yao finally confirmed that Lan Xichen was really fine, then reluctantly give up.