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

the present

Ouyang Zi was really startled awake.

"What the hell is that place?" The sweaty Ouyang Zizhen rolled out of bed, sat on the edge of the bed and panted heavily, "Is there any place with a lot of resentment, dark energy, and a lot of evil spirits? Is it related to Senior Wei?"

Nie Huaisang, who was sitting at the table Shi Shiran and flipping through a Tao Te Ching, had gentle eyes, showing a bit of cuteness under the light. He raised his eyes, and the candlelight danced in those clear eyes, "It matches what you want. Said, and related to Brother Wei, there is only one place."

Ouyang Zi really wiped the cold sweat off his forehead with his sleeve, puzzled, "Where?"

Nie Huaisang pursed his lips and smiled gently, his brows and eyes were gentle, like a gentleman like jade, his voice was clean, and there was a bit of coolness hidden, "Yiling Mass Burial Mound."

"The mass grave?"

In the inn, Lan Jingyi, who had decided to sleep in the same room because of what happened today, was also startled awake, listening to Lan Sizhui's analysis, she was slightly dumbfounded, "How could it be a mass grave?"

According to legend, Yiling Mass Burial Mound was originally a fairy mountain, but it became a hell on earth due to man-made disasters, and has since become a mountain of corpses, full of corpses, and the mountain is full of ghosts and ghosts. The corpses of unknown people are often thrown to this place. The mass graves have deep grievances and hostility, and there is no way for hundreds of immortals to solve the problem of mass burials. Therefore, mass burials are tacitly ignored by the cultivation world.

It wasn't until Wei Wuxian left Qiongqidao with the warm-hearted Wen family members to the mass grave. After that, the mass grave became the lair of Yiling ancestor Wei Wuxian, and Yiling ancestor Wei Wuxian Xian also started his life of demons and heretics in the mass grave, "calling wind and rain", "digging corpses and refining corpses", and "robbing women".

... I don't know who made up the lie, it was even more wonderful than the script, it deceived hundreds of families in the immortal sect, and deceived Wei Wuxian to death and his infamy forever.

Thinking of this, Lan Jingyi couldn't help but sighed, "Sizhui, why did Senior Wei appear in the mass grave at that time?"

Lan Sizhui lowered his eyebrows and thought for a while, "Actually, why Senior Wei practiced the way of ghosts back then has always been a mystery. No one knows why Senior Wei abandoned the way of the sword to practice the way of ghosts, and Senior Wei's spirit sword is also shooting at random. The March of the Sun' was left behind by him."

"Sizhui," Lan Jingyi tilted her head, slightly taken aback, "You mean, the reason why Senior Wei can cultivate the way of ghosts is most likely because we saw Senior Wei appearing in the mass grave in the Dream Realm tonight. This matter?" A sudden flash of inspiration, "Could it be that the Wen family threw Senior Wei into a mass grave?"

Lan Sizhui pursed his lips uncertainly, "If Senior Wei was injured in the mass grave, causing resentment to enter his body and damage his spiritual power, then the fact that Senior Wei practiced the way of ghosts can be explained clearly."

"However, although the damage to the spiritual power of resentment entering the body is serious, as long as you take a little care and persist in using the golden pill to eliminate the resentment in your body, you can still regain the way of swordsmanship, can't you?" Lan Jingyi didn't take his studies very seriously , but he still remembered the important practice method clearly, and touched his chin in doubt, "The Sun Shooting Campaign is certainly important, and it can be understood that Senior Wei did not give up practicing ghost art during the Sun Shooting Campaign However, after the Sun Shooting Campaign is over, Senior Wei should be able to give up the ghost way."

Lan Sizhui was also puzzled, "Besides, things like resentment entering the body and damaging spiritual power were understandable at the time. There were countless casualties during the Sun Shooting Campaign, and many monks in the Immortal Sect were affected by resentment. Damage to spiritual power due to serious injuries is not uncommon, Senior Wei...it seems that there are no rumors that he has a problem with his spiritual power."

Lan Jingyi raised her eyes and looked at Lan Sizhui, "Maybe, I dare not say it. After the Sun Shooting Campaign, didn't all the families of immortals start targeting Senior Wei? If they knew that Senior Wei had a problem with his spiritual power, Who knows what they'll do."

"Jingyi," Lan Sizhui looked back at Lan Jingyi, with a worried look on his face, "You mean?"

"Lanling Jin Sect," Lan Jingyi pursed her lips, her eyes darkened slightly, "As Sect Master Jiang said, Sect Master Jin Guangshan of the Lanling Jin Sect is most likely behind the scenes." One of them.

"I'm not allowed to go back to Jinlin Terrace?"

On the boat to Yunmeng, Jin Ling, who subconsciously went to find his uncle as soon as he woke up from a dream, was stunned by what the uncle who was guarding his bed said, "Why?"

After Jin Ling passed out, he called the doctor from the Yunmengjiang Sect to examine Jin Ling's body, and he was sure that Jin Ling was just asleep, and that there was nothing unusual about his body, although Jiang Cheng still decided to wait until he returned to Lianhuawu to find some doctors. He checked Jin Ling's body carefully, but Jiang Cheng, who was relieved at least now, the first thing he did after Jin Ling woke up was to ask Jin Ling not to go back to Jinlin Terrace.

Jiang Cheng, who had been guarding Jinling half the night, rubbed his brows, "What are you asking so much for? It just so happens that Yunmeng's Lotus Festival is coming up, so you and I will go back to Lotus Pier for the festival."

Jin Ling was in a hurry, and stood up holding the fairy who was going straight into his arms, "What does this have to do with whether I go back to Jinlin Terrace? Uncle, if you don't tell me the reason, I, I will..."

"Just what?"

"I will run away from home!"

Jiang Cheng raised his eyebrows, and said in a sharp tone, "How dare you! Believe it or not, I'll break your leg!"

Jin Ling was annoyed, "You fight! Anyway, I won't go back to Lianhuawu, I'm going night hunting!"

"I'm looking for Mo Xuanyu." Jiang Cheng looked straight at Jin Ling, "You have a good relationship with him?"

Jin Ling blinked, "I'm going to compete with Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi!"

Jiang Cheng looked at Jin Ling, until Jin Ling couldn't help but began to wonder if he had exposed that he knew that "Mo Xuanyu" was Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng looked away, "If you really want to go night hunting, just Night hunting with the two boys from the Gusu Lan family, they are not bad, I can rest assured that you are with them," got up, "Take a good rest tonight, and take the fairy away tomorrow."

Jin Ling watched Jiang Cheng leave. After a long time, he lowered his head and looked at the fairy in his arms, "Fairy, you'll be fine, right?"

The real cause of death of parents, uncle's grievances, the man behind the scenes, and his grandfather Kim Kwang-sun...

Jin Ling hugged Fairy anxiously, "Nothing will happen."

On the other side, "Spiritual power damaged?!"

Ouyang Zizhen looked shocked, "Senior Wei is damaged and can't use a sword?"

"This is just my conjecture," the patriarch of the Qinghe Nie clan gently closed the Tao Te Ching in his hand, and sighed softly, "Brother Wei had been missing for more than three months, and Jiang Cheng and Hanguang-jun sent people to In the clan, I also ordered my disciples to look for the traces of Brother Wei, but I have never found the slightest trace of Brother Wei, I only know that Brother Wei last appeared in Yiling." Eyebrows drooped slightly, as if regretful, "Later, after Brother Wei came back, his temperament changed drastically. He was irritable and irritable. He didn't want to have physical contact with others, and he no longer wore it casually. Learn the way of the sword, and change to the way of ghosts."

Putting down the Tao Te Ching in his hand, Nie Huaisang shook his head and sighed, "Jin Guangshan concealed his strength during the Sun Shooting Campaign. After the Sun Shooting Campaign ended, the Lanling Jin Clan became the head of the four great families of immortals. The Yinhu Talisman in my hand is eyeing a tiger, and for the safety of Brother Wei, I can't disclose this matter to anyone, even my elder brother." After a pause, a strange look crossed his eyebrows, "However, I I didn't expect Jiang Cheng to find out about Jin Guangshan... I thought Jiang Cheng had always hated Brother Wei."

Ouyang Zi really frowned and hesitated, "But Sect Master Jiang doesn't seem to hate Senior Wei as much as the rumors say."

"How true or false are the rumors?" The smile on Nie Huaisang's lips was tinged with sarcasm, "The world is so ignorant, listening to the wind is like rain, who can see the truth from it? You can only follow the trend and become a sharp knife in the hands of others That's all."

Raising his eyes, under the candlelight, a few traces of mystery crawled into his gentle brows, "Zizhen, act according to plan, when necessary," his eyes darken suddenly, "Lan Jingyi's physique can be used."

Ouyang Zizhen got out of bed immediately, stood in front of Nie Huaisang, bowed his hands in salute with his sword in his hands, and bowed his head to accept the order, "Yes, suzerain."

Inn

"Why do these elders always say nothing?" After guessing a bunch of "two or three reasons why Senior Wei abandoned the way of the sword and cultivated the way of ghosts", Lan Jingyi lay weakly on the table and sighed, "I don't know what we are doing now. Guess right?"

Listening to Lan Jingyi's conjecture of a bunch of reasons that may be justified, well-founded, or unreasonable and unfounded, Lan Sizhui patiently handed Lan Jingyi a cup of tea, after all, what Lan Jingyi said just now Talkative, probably thirsty, and then softly comforted Lan Jingyi, "Maybe Hanguang-jun and Senior Wei think that we are still young, and there are some things that we don't need to tell us?"

"I think the elders are also hiding things from you," Lan Jingyi pursed her lips and said angrily, then suddenly sat up straight with a serious expression, "SiZhui."

"What's wrong?" Lan Sizhui was taken aback by Lan Jingyi's serious attitude.

"Sizhui," Lan Jingyi looked at Lan Sizhui, and said seriously, "From now on, we must not hide anything from each other, we must share weal and woe, face everything together, absolutely not like Senior Wei and Hanguang-jun, what? I have to bear all the hardships by myself, and there have been many misunderstandings. This is really too painful."

Lan Sizhui was slightly absent-minded, then his brows and eyes were bent, and a warm smile spread out of his brows and eyes, the corners of his lips and brows were full of bright smiles, "Okay, we must face all things together in the future, regardless of sorrow or joy, we must face each other. bear it together."

Gusu Lan's work and rest schedule was very strict, Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi talked for a while, and when they got tired, they went to bed to rest.

After almost a stick of incense, Lan Jingyi was woken up again.

"Sizhui?"

Lan Jingyi ran out of bed and hurried to Lan Sizhui's bedside, seeing that Lan Sizhui was frowning tightly, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, as if he had fallen into a nightmare and struggled to wake up.

Lan Jingyi quickly took off the Ningshen bell on his waist, and a ray of light slid across the surface of the silver-white Ningshen bell, and it appeared. Lan Jingyi pinched a formula with one hand, and rang the Ningshen bell with the other, shouting sharply: "Ningshen bell !"

Silver spiritual power surged out of the Ningshen bell, turning into a thin mist and slowly spreading towards Lan Sizhui, quietly soaking into the center of Lan Sizhui's brows, while breathing, Lan Sizhui's brows stretched, and his expression changed. It became calm, and the breathing gradually returned to normal, as if it had broken free from the nightmare.

Lan Jingyi waited for a while, quietly observing Lan Sizhui's sleeping face, reconfirmed that Lan Sizhui would not fall into a nightmare again, and then hesitantly put the Ningshen Bell back on his waist, covered Lan Sizhui with a quilt, After tucking the corner of the quilt, he got up, turned and left the room.

After closing the door, Lan Jingyi turned around, and Lan Wangji stood calmly in the corridor, looking at Lan Jingyi with light-colored eyes, frowning slightly, "You shouldn't be using the mind-numbing bell."

Lan Jingyi stood up awkwardly, "Hanguang-Jun, I only used the Ningshen Bell in a moment of urgency..."

The more he talked, the more he felt guilty, especially seeing the disapproval in Hanguang-jun's eyes, Lan Jingyi lowered his head little by little, he was silent for a moment, and then said again, "Hanguang-jun, I can't help it. Seeing SiZhui falling into a nightmare," biting his lower lip, anger gathered in his chest, almost burning his shaky mind, "SiZhui is innocent, he shouldn't suffer from this, he deserves better Instead of being trapped in his own identity, or in deep nightmares every night, he deserves the best!"

Such a good SiZhui, why should he suffer all these hardships? !Why do you have to go through these things!It's not fair!