[Magic Dao Patriarch·Chen Qingling] Lan's Night Hunting Notes

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Lan Sizhui put down the piano score in his hand, exchanged glances with Lan Jingyi who put his sword back into its sheath, and then looked silently at the student with a different surname who came forward to look for Lan Sizhui.

"Back to the two sons," the disciple bowed his hands, "Mr. Lan ordered, please ask Master Lan Yuan to go to the dark room to assist in the evocation of souls."

Lan Sizhuo returned the salute, "I'm going to the Nether Chamber right now."

Lan Jingyi hugged the absurd, thoughtful, "It seems that the arm we brought back from Mojiazhuang should be the one that Mister wants to recall..." After all, both Sizhui and he came into contact with the arm for the first time. If the person with the left arm can assist in the soul-calling, the possibility of success in the soul-calling is greater. For some reason, Lan Jingyi cannot participate in any soul-calling ceremony, so he can only choose Lan Sizhui.Fortunately, the two of them were not seriously injured on Dafan Mountain, otherwise it would be troublesome.

As Lan Jingyi said, he elbowed Lan Sizhui, and said with a smile, "Sir, you really value you."

"If you can play Wenling well, instead of playing Wenling as a magic song, the master will also call you to help summon the soul." Lan Ziling, who just came back from the Xinglin room, happened to pass by, and replied with a smile, "Sizhui's piano language and piano skills are much better than yours, so of course I need his help."

It is said that among the descendants of Gusu Lan's generation, the one with the best Qin language is Lan Sizhui, and the one with the most indescribable Qin language is Lan Jingyi.

Take Wenling as an example, Lan Sizhui learned the language of the qin from Hanguang-jun since he was a child, and he is quite proficient in the language of the qin when he is inquiring about the spirit. Ringing like a bell.The ten fingers of the piano player have no fixed tone, and Gong Zhengyu is turned upside down. Those who listen to the piano feel that the heart of the piano is washed by the flowing water, and the aftermath rings into the frost bell.

When Lan Jingyi practiced asking the spirit, at first it was crisp and melodious, but the next moment, the silver bottle burst into water, and the iron cavalry protruded with knives and guns. Visually, Lan Qiren and Lan Xichen, who were present at the time, couldn't believe their ears at all.

Afterwards, Lan Xichen purposely brought some ordinary piano scores for Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi to play, but finally found that even with the same score, Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi could play two completely different musical scores. Different styles, and even if Lan Jingyi plays Wen Ling into a magic song, the spirit invited during the question will answer all the questions, but after that, each person and one spirit will quarrel with the sound of the piano...

So in the end, Lan Qiren didn't listen to his ears and didn't bother his heart, and completely gave up his plan to change Lan Jingyi's piano sound, anyway, the effect of the piano language would not be weakened, and he didn't want to continue to hurt his ears.

In order to prevent Lan Qiren from waiting for a long time, Lan Sizhui didn't say anything more, and followed his disciples to the dark room, while Lan Jingyi and Lan Ziling simply went to the Lan room for morning class together.

But what I didn't expect was that before the morning class was over, a series of hurried running sounds disturbed the reading of everyone in the orchid room. Several students rushed into the orchid room and said in a panic, "It's not good! Mr. Lan Jingyi! Evocation problem occurs!"

After reading the genealogy of the Hundred Families of Immortals, Lan Jingyi, who was drowsy, was completely awakened. He stood up abruptly, and his face changed, "Something happened in the dark room?!" Copying the absurdity on the desk, "Zi Ling, You go to the Xinglin room to ask for a doctor, I will go to Hanguang-jun, and the others continue to study!"

"Okay." Lan Ziling picked up the saber, got up and left the seat, and hurried to the Xinglin room.

Knowing that Hanguang-jun would take a bath in the cold spring every morning, Lan Jingyi led several disciples straight to the cold spring, saw two people, one black and one white, from a long distance away, and immediately shouted, "Hanguang-jun! "

Wei WuXian, who asked Lan WangJi just because he saw the whip and brand on Lan WangJi's fuselage, turned his head and looked back. Lan WangJi also looked up. In front of the two of them, he clasped his sword and saluted, with an urgent voice, "Hanguang-Jun, senior, something happened in the Nether Chamber! Mister is calling for the soul, but he can't control it!"

Hades

The wooden door of the dark room was knocked open with a "bang!", Lan Sizhui and another disciple were directly thrown out of the dark room and fell to the ground, and the door of the dark room immediately slammed shut automatically.

"Sizhui!"

Lan Jingyi left the others behind and rushed over first, helped Lan Sizhui up, frightened, "Sizhui, are you alright?"

"Jingyi, I'm fine."

Lan Sizhui, who was well supported by Lan Jingyi, clutched his chest, bright red blood flowed down the corners of his lips, he gritted his teeth to suppress the pain in his chest.

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian looked at Lan Sizhui, and Lan Wangji asked, "What happened?"

Lan Sizhui slowed down, and replied, "HanGuang-Jun, senior, sir, originally wanted to summon the soul to ask about the source of that left arm in Mojiazhuang, but it suddenly became agitated, extremely powerful, beyond our control."

After Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji looked at each other, he went straight forward. He took two steps up several steps, kicked towards the door of the dark room, and shouted sharply, "Open!"

The door of the underworld suddenly opened, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji sneaked in, the door closed after him, everyone outside was startled, and rushed up, only to see that the door was tightly closed.

Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi glanced at each other, knowing that they couldn't help, so Lan Jingyi could only support Lan Sizhui to sit cross-legged and meditate to adjust his breath. It was even more serious, bleeding from the seven orifices scared many people, and they were directly taken away by the Xinglin Room's medical practitioners who rushed there.

As soon as Lan Ziling arrived at the dark chamber, she saw Lan Jingyi standing in front of the dark chamber, and she was furious, "Jingyi! Stay away from this dark chamber! Let's go, Si Zhui will be guarded by me."

Lan Sizhui opened his eyes, and also urged Lan Jingyi to leave. Lan Jingyi looked at Lan Sizhui hesitantly, but was urged and urged by Lan Sizhui and Lan Ziling, so he had to walk a little further away, turning his head three times. Watching Lan Sizhui meditating again, Lan Ziling stood by Lan Sizhui's side.

Lan Jingyi pursed her mouth, covered her hands with spiritual power in aggrieved manner, then covered her ears, and squatted down to watch Lan Sizhui and them.

After waiting for more than half an hour, Lan Jingyi watched the door of the dark room open, watched Lan Sizhui and Lan Ziling enter the dark room with the doctors from the Xinglin room, busy but orderly, and She just stayed outside alone... Lan Jingyi felt sorry for herself.

In the end, it was Lan Sizhui who stood at the door of the dark room and waved to him, and then Lan Jingyi jumped up and ran over in a panic, "Sizhui, is it solved?"

"Hanguang-jun and senior temporarily suppressed the left arm, sir, they were sent for treatment."

Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi walked into the dark room together, and several injured seniors were treated one after another, but because Lan Qiren was the person who presided over the soul-calling ceremony, his injuries were serious, and before he woke up, Lan Ziling He took several doctors and sent them to the quiet room.

"Tsk, Jingyi," Wei Wuxian, who was walking back and forth with his hands behind his back, finally saw Lan Jingyi, walked over and poked Lan Jingyi's shoulder with the bamboo flute in his hand, "You're not the first to rush in ? What were you doing outside just now?"

Wei Wuxian did feel a little strange. Ever since he met Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi, a group of juniors from the Lan family, in Mojiazhuang, Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi had always been at the forefront, collecting intelligence clues. , discuss how to hunt at night, communicate with monks from other families, act as the main attacker during night hunting, and even return to the unknown place in Yunshen. During the chat, the other disciples were the first to go to Lan Jingyi.From this point of view, apart from the fact that Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi both have the heroic disease of protecting the weak and in danger, their status in the Gusu Lan clan is definitely not low, perhaps second only to Lan Shui. Qiren, Lan Xichen and Lan Zhan.

Then, why wasn't Lan Jingyi the first to rush in this time?

Also, Lan Jingyi's cultivation level is slightly stronger than Lan Sizhui's, so why did he choose Lan Sizhui instead of Lan Jingyi for this soul-calling ceremony?

Lan Jingyi avoided Wei Wuxian's gaze, and subconsciously raised her hand to touch her waist. When she found that Wei Wuxian's gaze followed her waist, she immediately put down her hand and raised her eyebrows, "Of course I can't be the first Come in!"

"Why?" Wei Wuxian withdrew his gaze, frowned and smiled, how should I put it, his smile is really pretty.

Lan Jingyi blinked, looked around cautiously, then leaned over and whispered to Wei Wuxian, "Didn't I be punished for copying the house rules again? So I'm worried that my husband will see me as soon as I come in, so I'm mad at you, sir. I have no choice but to ask Si Zhui to come in and take a look, and I will come in after I am sure it is safe."

Wei Wuxian recalled that he just managed to wake up Lan Qiren from his coma with an unbearable tune full of mistakes, lack of breath, and none of the tunes were right, and then passed out again... He touched his nose, feeling a little guilty.

"There's another reason..." Lan Jingyi's voice gradually dropped, her expression complicated.

Wei Wuxian suddenly patted Lan Jingyi on the shoulder forcefully, stopping Lan Jingyi from continuing, smiling brightly, "You are really a child, so afraid of being punished by the elders? Shame."

Lan Jingyi: "..."

Lan Sizhui: "..."

Lan Jingyi's indifferent face: This person is definitely not Yiling Patriarch, Yiling Patriarch can't be so annoying.

Into the night

quiet room

Lan Qiren fell asleep on the bed, and Lan Wangji sat by the bed to check his pulse. Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi stood aside with several doctors, looking uneasy.

"HanGuang-Jun," a medical practitioner said anxiously, "Both pills and acupuncture are ineffective, so what should I do?"

Lan Qiren was highly respected in the Gusu Lan clan, but now he fell into a coma, which really frightened many people.

Lan Wangji opened his eyes, let go, put Lan Qiren's hand on the quilt, and looked back at the juniors who had been worried and busy all day, "Go down." Then he looked at Lan Sizhui with a gloomy expression, " SiZhui, go back to the room and rest."

Lan Sizhui worried, "But, Hanguang-jun..."

Lan Wangji withdrew his gaze, "Don't say too much, let's go."

"Yes."

Everyone bowed their hands and left the quiet room.

Wei WuXian, who put on his mask again, sat leaning against the railing of the wooden bridge outside the quiet room. Seeing that everyone else had left, only Lan Sizhui stayed in the courtyard, the corners of his lips slightly raised, "What's wrong with you?"

Lan Sizhui looked back and saw Wei Wuxian coming down from the bridge railing and walking towards the corridor outside the quiet room, so he also turned around and walked to the corridor, walked towards Wei Wuxian, and bowed his hands, "Senior."

"What's wrong with you?" Wei Wuxian asked again.

Lan Sizhui pursed her lips, "It's just a little bit of guilt."

"What are you guilty of?" Wei Wuxian asked.

Lan Sizhui hesitated for a moment, then turned around and walked a few steps towards the courtyard, with a worried expression on his face, "This ghost hand is aimed at us."

Wei Wuxian smiled slightly, and stepped forward, "How do you know?"

Lan Sizhui looked at Wei Wuxian, "Different grades of Zhaoyin flags have different painting methods and powers. The few Zhaoyin flags we painted in Mojiazhuang back then only had a range of effect within a five-mile radius. But this ghost hand is too murderous. If it had been within the scope of action from the very beginning, with its ferocity, Mojiazhuang would have been bleeding. However, it only appeared there after we arrived ...That is to say, it was deliberately placed in that place at that time by someone with ulterior motives."

Wei Wuxian nodded as he listened, and finally praised, "The classwork is solid, and the analysis is good."

Lan Sizhui lowered his head guiltily, "So, we are probably also responsible for the lives of those in Mo's Village... Now, it has caused the husband and the others to fall into a coma..."

Wei Wuxian walked behind Lan Sizhui, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him, "It's not you who are responsible, but the one who released the ghost hand." It seemed that he remembered something, Wei Wuxian's There was more melancholy in the tone, "There are many things in this world that are beyond our control."

Lan Sizhui stared blankly at Wei Wuxian, feeling inexplicably sad, "Senior, why are you wearing a mask again?"

Wei Wuxian was silent for a moment, then smiled nonchalantly, "It's nothing, I'm just afraid of seeing some old friends."

Presumably, no one would want to see him as a crooked demon again.