Jun Ruyu

As if stuck in a bottomless pit, Mo Zhuliu stretched out his hands in vain, but couldn't catch anything.

Starlight twinkled around him, as if he was in a dream scene.

Many pictures of life suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, which were strange and strange, but also familiar.

In a blink of an eye, everything disappeared, only the short-haired young man with a bright smile.

who is he?who's that person?

Mo Zhuliu thought weakly:

who am I?

Mo Zhuliu woke up desperately, feeling the burning pain from the wound on his back. He opened his eyes, but his eyes were completely dark, with only light shining through the edge. , the arm trembled with pain.

"There's someone inside?!"

"Where is it, there are only coffins here!"

The noisy voices of several young people could be heard next to his ears. After a few seconds, Mo Zhuliu finally saw the sun, and the sudden bright light made him have to close his eyes quickly.

"Woo! Really, there is someone in the coffin!"

"do you died?"

"No... not dead!"

"Help him out quickly!"

Several people rushed to get him out, and touched the wound directly during the process, the pain was so painful that Mo Zhu was in a cold sweat, and he tried his best not to scream.

"Medicine... who has the medicine?"

"I brought medicine to stop the bleeding!"

"His aura is seriously injured, someone needs to send him some aura!"

"This……"

"You all are in such a hurry to save him? What if he is with Xue Yang!"

"He was injured so badly, he could only be injured by Xue Yang, how could he be in the same group."

"Stop talking, stop the bleeding first!"

Someone took off his bloody shirt, stopped the bleeding, tied a bandage, and carefully put a soft shirt on him, and finally asked him softly how he felt.

Mo Zhuliu opened his eyes weakly, and saw that the clothes on his body were actually embroidered with Gusu Lan's family crest.

Did he meet the disciples of the Gusu Lan clan?

Looking up again, it was a young man's strange face. He had a gentle smile and wore a forehead embroidered with family crests on his forehead. He was actually a child of his relatives. It seemed that he was lucky enough.

Mo Zhuliu breathed a sigh of relief before raising his arms in salute: "Thank you for your help, Mo Zhuliu from the Wen family in Xiaqishan, may I ask which family you are from the Lan family, I will definitely come to pay my respects in person in the future."

His tone was urgent. According to the current situation, Wen Ruohan didn't know where he went. If nothing happened, he should have been rescued by a night-hunting monk, so he had to find it quickly.

"Qishan...?! I... this..." The young man seemed to have heard something wonderful, and was shocked and speechless.

"Ah? Is this person out of his mind? Or is everyone surnamed Mo lunatic?" Behind the young man, a ponytailed young man in a gold star snow wave robe put his hands in front of his chest, with an incredulous expression on his face, "Qishan Wen's 800 years ago I was taken over by a nest, where did the Qishan Wen family come from?"

"What?" Mo Zhuliu thought he heard it wrong, and his head short-circuited for a moment.

"What, what?" the Lanling Jin clan boy shouted with resentment on his face, he drew his sword and yelled at the people on the ground, "You can't be the remnant of Wengou's party! Or, you came here by taking away the house?! "

The content of the boy's words was too complicated, and the undisguised hostility was even more incomprehensible.Mo Zhuliu was so surprised that he didn't know what to say.

Wen's gone?When did this happen?how can that be possible?He and Wen Ruohan had only been out for more than half a year... Could it be that the restlessness of the generals of the Wen family caused something to happen?But it was impossible without Wen Ruohan's permission, how could Wen Ruohan allow the Wen family to perish.

His mind was in a mess, and Mo Zhuliu only felt a headache, but he didn't care about the sharp sword in front of him.

A young man in black clothes approached slowly, he pressed the boy's sword with his hand, and said at the same time: "Children, don't learn from your uncle, they will 'take away' all day long."

The man's tone was frivolous, but his eyes were very cold, with a faint red light in his eyes.

Danger.

Mo Zhuliu immediately wanted to stand up.

It's so strange, this group of people said that the Wen family is dead.

But the injury was too serious, he couldn't stand up, and fell back to the original place directly, and the boy from the Lan family hurriedly supported him.

And when he touched Mo Zhuliu, another boy from the Lan family beside him shouted worriedly: "Sizhui!" It was as if he was afraid that Mo Zhuliu would eat the boy, which was a bit ridiculous.

Mo Zhuliu adjusted his breath and said, "You are all descendants of the Gusu Lan clan and the Lanling Jin clan." He noticed a silver bell of the Yunmengjiang clan hanging on the belt of the young man of the Jin family, and paused. And continued:

"My young master and I have been traveling for more than half a year. Maybe something happened during the period that we have not yet known, but I think you don't have to be so unfriendly. After all, we don't know. If the Wen family did something immoral I will definitely go back and ask for an explanation for you.”

The young man in xuanyi looked up and laughed loudly as if he had heard something extremely funny, while the young man from the Jin family was trembling with anger, muttering "crazy" and "crazy".

The young man from the Lan family next to Mo Zhuliu was very calm. He asked a person a few steps away who looked like an elder from the Lan family for instructions. After getting the answer, he turned his head and raised his hand to Mo Zhuliu. Introduced, and introduced the names of the two teenagers and the two youths around, and then said:

"Senior, I think things may be a little complicated. Do you know what year it is?"

Mo Zhuliu said: "Ming An 21... [-] years?"

Jin Ling, a young man from the Jin family, said unceremoniously: "You must be a lunatic, the year is so outrageously wrong. Five years later, it will be changed to the year of Xuanzheng. Now it is 35 years of Xuanzheng."

Mo Zhuliu's eyes widened immediately.

Lan Sizhui, a young man from the Lan family, said again: "Then do you know how you appeared in this coffin?"

At this time, Mo Zhuliu was a little out of strength, so he confessed completely: "My young master and I went to Tonglu Mountain to look for rare and exotic animals, and to study their wonders, but unfortunately, I was attacked by ghosts, and I was injured and fell into a pit. If you wake up again, you will be in a coffin."

At this time, the elder of the Lan family, Lan Zhan Hanguangjun, said the first sentence: "I have heard of the space-time barrier in Tonglu Mountain."

Seeing that his words were verified, Mo Zhuliu finally breathed a sigh of relief.From this point of view, it is understandable that what the group of people said just now is different from their own cognition. They simply live in different times.

The art of time and space sounds unbelievable, but traveling around with Wen Ruohan these days, and seeing many wonderful things, thinking about it this way, there is nothing to be afraid of.

But Mo Zhuliu's face turned pale again.They said that the Wen family died only decades later, when Wen Ruohan was supposed to be the master of the family. Judging from their reactions, Wen Ruohan might have done something heinous.

Lan Sizhui said: "The time is out of order, senior must have a headache. Do you know how to go back?"

Mo Zhuliu shook his head: "Even if I went to Tonglu Mountain, I couldn't find potholes everywhere. To be honest, I just picked the skin from the Lan family's collection. If I want to go deep, I'm afraid... I ask all the disciples of the Lan family to help."

Lan Jingyi asked in surprise, "From my Lan family's Library Pavilion?"

Jin Ling said vigilantly: "The Lan Family's library has never been opened to outsiders, so how did you get that book!"

Mo Zhuliu felt that one head was two big, and he didn't know what mistake Wen Ruohan had made, which made outsiders so full of malice towards Wen's that he couldn't say a word.

At this moment, Lan Sizhui relieved himself and said, "Cangshu Pavilion has never been open to outsiders. Presumably, the relationship between senior and our Gusu Lan family is unusual."

Casting a thankful look, Mo Zhuliu hurriedly said: "Yes, who doesn't know that there are excellent books in the world in Gusu Lan's Library. At that time, I went to Yunshen with my young master to learn, thanks to the Lan's family. His second son generously lent it to me."

"Oh, the second son of the Lan family?" Mo Xuanyu, a young man in Xuanyi raised his eyebrows, "The one in front of you is the second son of the Lan family, have you met him, Mr. Hanguang?"

Lan Zhan replied, "No."

Jin Ling snorted coldly and was about to draw his sword again: "You're lying..." Lan Sizhui hurriedly stopped him.

"It was the Second Young Master Lan at that time..." Mo Zhuliu recalled the smiling young man with crooked eyebrows, and said, "His name is An Ting."

Everyone looked at Lan Zhan, but Lan Zhan seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and then said: "Lan Anting, he is my second father."

Mo Zhuliu smiled and said, "So... are you his nephew? How is he doing now? Has he recovered from his illness?"

Mo Zhuliu remembered that he had written many letters to him and sent him many storybooks, and the young man on the sick bed also wrote back, saying that when he recovered from his illness, he would definitely visit every place in person.

He heard Lan Zhan say, "Father Zhong died of illness more than 20 years ago."

There was a groan from around.The smile on Mo Zhuliu's face slowly disappeared.

"...So." He didn't know what to say.

During his time, Lan Anting was still fine...well, he was fine, and when he went back, he asked Wen Chang to go to Yunshen in person.

Mo Zhuliu secretly made up his mind.

Lan Sizhui said: "It doesn't matter if you are from the Wen family or anywhere, since your current situation originated from our Gusu Lan family, we will definitely not sit idly by. Am I right, Hanguang-jun."

Lan Zhan nodded and said, "Leave Yicheng with us first, go to Tanzhou, and join my brother."

"Brother?"

Lan Sizhui said: "HanGuang-Jun's elder brother is also the current Patriarch of the Lan Clan, he will definitely be able to help you."

Mo Zhuliu said yes softly.

The author has something to say:

Have fun, drag everyone to play together~

It’s the end of the Yicheng chapter. In order to write this, I went to listen to the radio drama, and I happened to recall killing, crying to death TT

I think Xue Xiao is more like a family than CP~ Yes, there is also Ah Jing (but the spicy chicken is too... oh

Sizhui can really take on great responsibilities, I like it so much

I feel sorry for Jin Ling, his hatred for Wei Wuxian and Wen Gou is completely understandable, the kind who would draw a knife and stab a knife after hearing the name

Mo Zhuliu: What, the Qing Dynasty died? !

There is something I want to complain about: They all have names and characters, shouldn’t they be called by their names? For example, Wei Ying’s character is Wuxian. Normally, he should be called Wei Ying, but everyone seems to agree that his name is Wei Wuxian?It was the same when Tencent Video presented the awards, directly speaking of Wei Wuxian.Obviously Wei Ying is also very nice and formal name?The same goes for Lan Zhan, everyone calls him Lan Wangji, jerk, but don’t you mention Lan Zhan... Lan Xichen is even more, I almost forgot his name is Lan Huan·_·

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