[Forget Envy] Fate can't be said

There was no movement for three or four days after the bait was cast, You Qinglie from the same house said he was busy and sent some things, but Bai Ying didn't step out of the priest's hall since that day.

The days of being sick were not as comfortable as I imagined. I ate, listened to the piano, and slept in the same room all day long. The farthest I could go was a stroll in the courtyard.

Wei Wuxian considered himself a patient hunter, but he didn't expect the prey to be very stable.After some discussion, the two decided to release the news that "Ms. Hanguang's evil spirit has invaded her body, and her life is in danger."

In fact, Wei Wuxian's original words were not "life is in jeopardy" but "life is not long", but during the discussion, Lan Wangji didn't agree with it anyway, and Wei Wuxian was right after thinking about it, after all, it was Mrs. Hanguang's name. Banner, in the future Hanguang-jun marries the real wife, isn't it a curse that his life will be short.

I don't care, and I have to think more about Lan Wangji.

Saying "life is in danger" had some effect, and Bai Ying came to the door the next day. According to Han Guangjun's instructions, the disciples told them not to visit. After several times of blocking, Bai Ying went back to the house.

Seeing that the person left, the disciple quickly reported to Lord Hanguang.

Playing the qin was interrupted, the ancient music was played halfway, and the black guqin was hastily placed on the table.Wei Wuxian got down from the bed, hugged the piano in his arms, lightly twirled the strings under his fingertips, and listened to the movement outside with his ears pricked up.After Lan Wangji finished explaining and entered the inner room, he rushed to get close to him, not even putting down the piano.

He said happily, "White Shadow took the bait?"

"Yeah." Lan Wangji took the piano, "Continue."

"Continue? Today is almost the same." Wei WuXian sat on the bed and listened to the piano for almost two hours, his back was sore, and his whole face collapsed when he listened to it.

"Five more times." Lan Wangji said.

"Twice, okay?" Wei Wuxian discussed.

Seeing his begging expression, Lan Wangji pursed his lips. Although he couldn't bear to refuse, but as soon as he thought of doing it for his own good, he entered the fixed piano and prepared to play the piano, saying, "Four times, no less."

Wei WuXian slowly and obediently climbed onto the couch, sat cross-legged and meditated, "Lan Zhan, play the piano when there is no movement outside, and now you have finally waited for Bai Ying, why do you still have the heart to play the piano?"

The answer to him was an ancient song that he had heard countless times, with a long rhyme, as if anything happened, the player who played the qin would not be aroused in his heart.

Infected by the sound of the piano, Wei Wuxian also slowly calmed down and listened quietly without distraction.

It was night, everything was silent, Wei Wuxian couldn't fall asleep staring at his eyes as big as copper bells, the hour of the day had already passed, Lan Wangji's biological clock must have pulled Lan Wangji to sleep.Stealthily approaching the room, I suddenly remembered the night when I was attacked by the resentful spirits, and for some reason, I fell asleep in the... His eyes wandered on the strong chest, rising and falling with every breath, and he couldn't help feeling his face burning.

He called out "Lan Zhan" in a low voice, completely unable to help himself.The heartbeat sounded "dong dong", afraid that people would really wake up.Holding back his breath, he moved away a little, and after calming down his heartbeat, he hid the loose black hair and approached again.

Without the light glass-colored eyes, without the constraint of wiping the forehead and the high bun, the whole person looks much softer.Coupled with the neat hands resting on his chest, it also made him obedient and soft, with a hint of obedience.

If those icy eyes were opened, and seeing him so close, he would probably look a little dazed and dull. Thinking about it, he felt that he was hopeless, and he could still dream about a paralyzed face, and even want to Go up and try the temperature on the face of the iceberg.Seeing that it was getting closer and closer, even the breathing became disordered, and before the kiss was stolen, the heart was about to jump out.

He gave himself a slap, and said in his heart: Taking advantage of people's unpreparedness, it's really not a thing.

Fainted, he regained consciousness after a slap, rolled back to his position, and huddled into a ball with his back turned.The slap just now was a bit harsh, and now the place where he was slapped is burning and hurting.He bit that hand punitively, covered his face with his hands, and lay obediently motionless.

In the darkness, there was a slight sound of footsteps on the roof, Wei WuXian's ears moved, and his black eyes were exceptionally bright in the night.He patted Lan Wangji, lifted the curtain, went to the ground barefoot, picked up the prepared rope, and followed the people on the roof with ears pricked up.

The sound of dismantling bricks and tiles was very low, and as soon as the man on the roof showed his head, he tied his neck with a rope, pulled hard, and fell into the house.

Wei Wuxian took a closer look at the other end of the rope in his hand, both of them were taken aback for a moment, and hurried forward to untie it: "Wen Ning? Why is it you."

The disheveled man patted his buttocks and stood up, saying: "Young master, are you all right?"

"Me? I'm fine, you see." He patted his whole body to indicate that nothing was wrong.

"It is said that the young master is dying, I am really... worried." Wen Ning explained while paying attention to Hanguang Jundao.

Wei WuXian helped him dust off the dust on his body, and apologized, "Blame me, blame me, I forgot to send the message."

"Young Master, it's fine." As soon as Wen Ning sat down, Hanguang-Jun offered him a cup of tea, he stood up quickly in awe and panic, and hurriedly said: "Young Master's explanation last time, there are, there are some clues."

"Oh? So fast." Wei Wuxian waved his hand to signal him to sit down.

Wen Ning said: "Well... I searched the tomb of the ancestors of the You family, but there is no corpse that looks like a boy."

Wei Wuxian wondered, "Not a single one?"

"Yes, all those buried in the tomb are close to sixty years old." Wen Ning replied.

Wei Wuxian nodded, and asked again, "Is there anything else suspicious?"

Wen Ning thought for a while, then hesitated and said, "...um... I don't know if it's suspicious..."

Wei Wuxian waved his hand, and said, "No matter what, let's talk first."

Wen Ning said: "There is a family tree hanging on the wall of the tomb. According to the picture, the ancestors are passed down from generation to generation, which corresponds to the number of coffins. But the young master said that the mayor of this generation has a brother, so maybe he is not a direct brother, so the young master is looking for Juveniles cannot enter the ancestral tomb."

Wei Wuxian thought about his words, and asked again: "Is there a name called You Qinglie?"

"Have."

"Is there no one named You Qingche beside you?" Wei Wuxian asked.

"No."

Wei Wuxian thought about sorting out the clues and said, "If there is no You Qingche, it might not be the ancestral tomb, maybe it is the resting place of the mayors of the past. Wen Ning, are there other tombs with the You surname?"

"No." Seeing that he didn't quite believe it, Wen Ning added, "Even the deserted tomb doesn't have the surname You."

Wei Wuxian pondered, if there is no other tomb with the surname You, then the possibility of that picture being a family tree increases.But all the descendants of the You surname in the past have only one root and one seedling... Aren't you afraid that the incense will be broken if it is passed on?

Can't figure it out...

"My lord, there is one more thing. I heard that the mayor is getting married." Wen Ning said.

"What?" Wei Wuxian hadn't figured out the strangeness of You Tomb yet, when news of You Qinglie's upcoming marriage came out, he turned his head to meet Lan Wangji's eyes, and asked, "Have you guys reported it?"

"Never." Lan Wangji replied.

"Young Master, Hanguang-Jun, I heard this news by accident when I was waiting for you at Zhenkou, and they were also guessing." Wen Ning quickly explained.

Wei Wuxian nodded and said, "Regardless of whether it's true or not, pay attention to it first, lest you lose the initiative that you've finally grasped."

Lan Wangji agreed, "Okay."

"Wen Ning, is there any news?" Wei Wuxian asked.

He thought for a while, shook his head, and said, "It's gone."

"Yeah." Wei Wuxian patted him on the shoulder and continued, "I have Lan Zhan here, don't worry, just be careful by yourself. If there is any news, I'll ask a little guy to deliver it to you. Little, I don’t know General Ghost, so I won’t have too big of a goal for your son.”

Wen Ning responded, and sneaked out of the house while the night was getting dark.Wei Wuxian repaired the tiles on the roof, and looked down at the entire mansion by the moonlight.Lan Wangji stood in the yard looking up at him, and seeing him looking into the distance thoughtfully, he rolled over into the room and stood side by side.

I wanted to go down after finishing it, but the person who hadn't been out of the yard for several days, stood in a place where he could see the outside, greedy for a while.As soon as he turned around, he saw that Lan Wangji was also coming up, so he pulled him to sit down, and was not in a hurry to get down.

The moon was covered by thin clouds from time to time, flickering bright and then dark. Under such moonlight, it was not easy to see the people around me clearly, let alone Bai Ying and You Qinglie.

Wei WuXian sighed, and lay down a little closer, calmly, with his arms on his pillow and his feet up, looking carefree.

"Are you going to let Si Zhui deliver the message?" Lan WangJi asked.

"Well, Sizhui lives close by, and he's young, so he can't recognize General Ghost." Lan Sizhui was the older kid when they were all-powerful, who did he know?

I don't know anyone.

Wei Wuxian silently relied on the old to sell the old for a while in his heart, and then reacted in hindsight: "I used people from the Lan family without your permission, so don't be angry."

"No problem."

"Hey... um, can you..." Wei WuXian faltered, but his black eyes were shining brightly, looking like he was asking for others but was ashamed to speak.

Lan Wangji knew it well, since the incident of Hongxing's cheating, his prestige among his disciples has plummeted, and now he is sick and unable to come forward, so he said, "Tomorrow I will talk to Sizui."

Wei Wuxian sat up suddenly, bumped his shoulder, and said happily, "Oh, you really know me, Lan Zhan too."

Lan Wangji's brows were slightly loose, he looked up at the moon, his face was covered with light, like a fairy.Wei Wuxian stared blankly at the scene of the fairy looking at the moon in front of him, not to mention regretting that he didn't forcefully kiss him just now.Otherwise, it should be possible to reflect on it now, rather than imagine it out of thin air.

Early the next morning, Bai Ying came again, and the disciple told a complete story according to yesterday's instructions.

After Bai Ying heard it, he went back home without saying a word.Another disciple who guarded the door asked the disciple who told the story why he told some love stories to the priest inexplicably, and was even more curious about whether the two people in the story finally became Taoist couples.

How did the disciples who told the story know that it was only Hanguang-jun who told about one of them leaving his hometown, while the other just watched hard.

Another night, two figures, one black and one white, shuttled between the roof tiles. Relying on the memory of empathy, Wei Wuxian found the wine cellar by counting the time.The straw mat covering the entrance was torn, as if it had been abandoned for a long time.

Lift the mat and enter through the mouth.The already old wooden ladder creaked even more, and in the last few steps, Wei Wuxian simply jumped off.

A candle lamp approached slowly, and Wei Wuxian didn't turn around in a hurry, he held his hand and waited for Lan Wangji to come down, then turned to the people who were already waiting in the wine cellar, and said, "It's quite early, High Priest Bai .”

"Mrs. Hanguang, please stay safe." Bai Ying said.

Wei WuXian looked around, lit another lamp, and said, "Since you're here, don't be too polite, what can you do with me?"

Bai Ying said: "I heard that Madam is ill,..."

Before he finished speaking, Wei Wuxian stopped him, saying: "Just after hearing a story, Priest Bai knew that he was in the wine cellar, and the time was exactly the same. With such a tacit understanding, there is no need to talk about those useless things. "

"...Madam, how did you know about this place?" Bai Ying asked.

Wei Wuxian put on a half-smile and said, "Priest Bai, it seems that I asked you first."

"..."

The two faced a stalemate for a while, but Bai Ying remained silent.Wei Wuxian also understood, after all, who would talk about old things for no reason.So after roughly finishing the second half of the story, he asked, "According to the priest, who killed the son in the story?"

Bai Ying was fascinated by the sound, if Wei Wuxian didn't shake his hand, his eyes would still be a little straight.

"The clues are not complete, how can we infer?" Bai Ying came back to his senses.

Wei Wuxian was not in a hurry when he didn't answer, and because Wen Ning couldn't find You Qingche's grave, he half-guessed and tentatively said: "When the young man returned to town, he heard the news of the son's death, and he didn't go to the grave to pay homage. , Thinking about it is really heart-warming."

"Young Master's sudden illness is due to the fate of fate, and there is nothing a stranger can do about it." Bai Ying replied without any flaws.

"Oh? What does Priest Bai mean to believe that the young master died of a sick bed, not someone framed him?" Wei Wuxian asked.

"Madam, is there any evidence for such a guess?" Bai Ying asked.

Wei Wuxian glanced at Lan Wangji, and the latter's eyes darkened, and he spread his hands and said, "The young man is helpless, what evidence can I have. Okay, the story is almost finished, why don't I ask something else. "

"Wait a minute." Bai Ying stopped the conversation, and turned to Lan Wangji, "Does Hanguang-Jun have evidence?"

Staring at him for a moment, he asked, "Does the priest believe what Wei Ying said?"

Bai Ying bowed slightly and said, "Of course I believe it. It's just that I've heard the name of Lord Hanguang before, but when I saw Bai Ying today, I thought it was an exaggeration."

Hey!Some people don't like to hear this.

Wei Wuxian tucked his family behind his back in a symbolic way, with his hips on his hips, like an old hen guarding its cubs, and he didn't feel that his tone was too high, and said, "That's not what I said. Priest Bai has never said so frankly. In fact, my family Lan Zhan couldn't find any evidence, so it's understandable."

"If everyone can check, why bother to invite Lord Hanguang?" Bai Ying said.

Wei Wuxian snorted, and said, "Oh, you were the one who invited him here, and you were the one who pretended to be deaf and dumb."

Facing the disdain, Bai Ying still remained calm and said: "Madam and I both have something to hide, but I only ask one thing. If Madam tells the truth, I will definitely tell the whole story."

Wei Wuxian said, "Say it."

Bai Ying said: "The so-called "evil spirit" invaded the body, did you two see it with your own eyes?"

Wei Wuxian didn't hold back, and said, "Of course."

Bai Ying said: "Caught it?"

Wei Wuxian said, "Yes."

Bai Ying said: "Is the picture scroll in Madam's hands?"

Wei Wuxian paused, then smiled knowingly, "Yes."

Hearing this, Bai Ying seemed relieved, and asked, "Is... is he alright?"

"Who is Priest Bai talking about? Doesn't he have a name?" Wei Wuxian asked in a silly fashion.

Bai Ying said: "Clear."

Wei Wuxian has two things in his hands, both of which can be called "You Qingche", one is the remnant soul hidden in the scroll, and the other is the soul locked in the spirit lock bag.

"It hasn't been wiped out yet, so it counts as good?" Wei Wuxian said.

Bai Ying was silent for a moment, and said to Lan Wangji, "Can Mr. Hanguang have a way to repair the soul?"

Lan Wangji looked at Wei Wuxian, and Bai Ying immediately understood, and asked, "Madam, can you help me?"

Wei Wuxian didn't go around in circles, and said, "A solution, I've been thinking about it for the past few days, but I don't know, to what extent do you want to fix it?"

"Naturally, I want to restore my complete spirit." Bai Ying said urgently.

Wei Wuxian nodded, and said, "His soul is still conscious, it's not difficult."

Bai Ying made a great gift, and only kowtowed and bowed nine times, and said: "Since that's the case, I'll leave it to Madam."

"Don't be in a hurry, I still have something to ask. Do you know where his physical body is?" Wei Wuxian asked.

Seeing Bai Ying nodding his head, he hurriedly asked, "How is it preserved?"

Bai Ying vaguely understood what he meant, but he couldn't believe the thoughts in his heart, so he said even more emotionally: "I have the corpse-fixing pill in my mouth, so there must be no problem. Husband... Madam's words mean that there is a way to make Che'er die." And resurrection?"

"So I asked, to what extent do you want to repair it." Wei Wuxian smiled.

The white shadow in front of him was no longer that cold priest.When mentioning You Qingche, there was a rippling in his eyes, it was just a poor man who lost his beloved one.

For sentient beings, being able to fulfill one is one.