The villain has a white moonlight

"Mr. Xie kept it a secret before. After all these years, Lan Xizhi is like a living dead person. To be on the safe side, it's better to let the world mistakenly think that Mr. Lan is dead, and secretly treat him."

"That's right, with Ji Wuxian's method, if he knows that Lan Xizhi is not dead, he will inevitably make some kind of moth."

"That's right. It's been so many years. If it weren't for the alchemy made by Daoist Fu Mengsheng, it's hard to say whether Mr. Lan would be able to wake up."

"Fellow daoists, do you know the origin of that Daoist Master Fu Mengsheng?" someone asked.

"I don't know. I've never heard of this character before."

"I met Fu Mengsheng once. He was a blind Taoist in white clothes like snow and holding a bronze mirror. He looked like a fairy."

"Ah? Really? It sounds like I want to see him too." A female cultivator felt as if she was embracing him.

"It is said that he is just a casual cultivator. He has been refining alchemy in Mingyue Mountain all year round and is good at the art of Qihuang. This is his first time coming out of the mountain." People who like gossip are always better informed than others: "Although Fu Mengsheng is new to the world, he can The reason is not mere, there have been many fairy sects offering olive branches, but he has politely refused, and now he is only a guest of the Xie family, it seems that he wants to help solve Ji Wuxian's disaster before going back to the mountains and forests."

"Sounds like a bright moon and a breeze!" the female cultivator exclaimed.

Xiao Aipo gave a "bark" to that side, expressing his agreement.

The female cultivator looked over, smiled and shook the cake in her hand: "Dog, come and eat the cake?"

Little Ai Po quickly rushed over, wagging his tail, at an extremely fast speed, like lightning.

Those people naturally also noticed Ji Wuxian. They had rested enough and started to go down the mountain. Someone kindly said, "Young man, come down the mountain with us?"

"No, I have something else to do."

"You want to go up the mountain? Let's go. If you are not a member of the Wang family, you are not allowed to go up the mountain again. We will be driven down." The gossip person sized up this plain-looking young man and sighed: "Don't mess with me. Anger at that Sect Master Wang."

"Thank you for reminding me, I have my own measure." After Ji Wuxian finished speaking, he moved to the depths of the mountain forest.

After walking aimlessly for a while, in a short time, he encountered two traps, a spirit-binding array and a Xuefeng spider web, both of which were easily broken by him, and he didn't meet a single evil puppet along the way, which was very boring.

After walking for a while, there was the sound of gurgling water, and he walked towards the stream, the night mist filled the air, the moonlight stained the forest slightly, sparkling waves, reflected in the mirror, that ordinary face was clearly visible on the mirror-like water surface reflected.

Ji Wuxian raised his hand and slapped the water surface, the splash of water dazzled his eyes.

But as if venting his anger, he struck the water with palm after palm, and the undercurrent was surging in his heart.

It's not that I can't bear gossip and gossip. When I made a decision at that time, I was already prepared to face everything. deserve it.

And it's okay to take responsibility for that person for the things that he hasn't done, even if he believes that Lan Xizhi is the heinous person, that utter hypocrite, subconsciously he is still looking for reasons for that person.

The floating dream like the bright moon and the breeze gave him a long-lost sense of familiarity, and he couldn't tell if that familiarity was the Lan Xizhi in his memory or the Lan Xizhi in his own imagination.

Lan Xizhi was still alive, and was secretly planning a new Honghe bloodbath. Ji Wuxian didn't know whether he would stop him or kill him after he found him.

Ji Wuxian smiled self-deprecatingly, it doesn't matter who is the culprit?He was entangled with his faults, and he couldn't figure it out for a long time. Those relatives and relatives who died could not come back after all.

Little Ai Po can always find out exactly where his owner is. It can be seen that the dog's nose is really sensitive. It seems to know that Ji Wuxian is in a bad mood. After jumping out of the bushes like lightning, it rarely jumps on him, and walks to him silently. Standing side by side with him, the reflection on the water surface has the black dog.

Ji Wuxian didn't speak, and sat down cross-legged, and the black dog also lay down on the ground, its tail gently swept the grass, and the night wind blew the dog's hair into small waves.

"I said, you have to go to work, you should stay by Fu Mengsheng's side."

"Aww~~~"

"Ha." Ji Wuxian laughed, and didn't say much anymore, sitting by the stream in a daze, Gouzi accompanied him in a daze.

Suddenly, a cyclone passed by, and Ji Wuxian raised his hand to grab it, and there was a yellow leather envelope sealed with red paper in his hand. Little Aipo's ears pricked up, his black hair exploded, he bared his teeth, and let out a low roar .

"Leave." Ji Wuxian stood up, brushing the grass leaves off his body, "Go and find Fu Mengsheng, I'll meet you again in two days."

"Woolulu~~~" Xiao Aipo opened his mouth, grabbed Ji Wuxian's skirt, trying to pull him away.

"Be obedient." Ji Wuxian rubbed its fluffy dog's head: "I'll be fine."

Little Aipo resented, and walked away in three steps.

Ji Wuxian unfolded the letter, glanced at it, and then waved it casually. The falling letter burst into flames and instantly turned into ashes, and Ji Wuxian was no longer seen by the stream.

Du Hengjun and Lan Xizhi must eliminate all demons. In the past, in Gusu, where there were evil spirits and monsters, he would definitely be there. Now it is the same in Jinling.

When he came out of Shura Road, he received a mysterious flying letter, telling Lan Xizhi that he was not dead, but was being taken care of at Xie's house in Jinling, and that Lan Xizhi would go to Lianwu Mountain.

The sender did not leave a name, but Ji Wuxian did not hesitate to come to this appointment.

Now, it was the same Fetion again, telling him the exact location of Lan Xizhi.

Arriving at the bamboo forest in the shade of Lianwu Mountain referred to in the letter, the moon hangs slightly in the forest, the night wind blows by, and there is no fragrance of bamboo leaves. There are scattered dead bodies lying on the ground in the bamboo forest. It is not clear whether they are human or monsters. The room is full of stench.

Ji Wuxian walked slowly in the forest, pressing his right hand on the handle of the knife, holding his breath and concentrating, looking for possible traces.

Passing through the corpse field, I heard a gentle voice in the depths of the bamboo grove reciting a poem: "The moon is setting, the sky is full of frost, and Jiang Feng fishing fire is facing Mianmian. Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell arrives at the passenger ship."

Ji Wuxian was stunned for a moment, feeling that something was wrong, but he also knew that in this world, one must not interrupt others' poems before using force.

After the man finished reading, he approached and said in a deep voice, "Long time no see."

The person with his hands behind his back was tall and tall, and it was the familiar figure from his back.

"Farewell for a long time." The man turned around, his brows and eyes were warm, and he nodded, his voice was gentle: "Axian, are you okay?"

"It's really you, Xizhi! How dare you, how dare you still appear in front of me!?" Ji Wuxian tore off his face, revealing a handsome young face, but a little sickly pale. Shaking slightly together, I don't know if it's excitement, resentment, or something else.

Lan Xizhi turned around with gentle eyes, and sighed, "Axian, haven't you been looking for me?"

"Yes, I want to find you and kill you to comfort Tianyingling, father, Lan family, and...Ms. Mu!" Ji Wuxian suddenly pulled out the ghost flute, but just stood still, as if drawing a sword. Look around feeling at a loss.

Lan Xizhi's gaze was always gentle, but now there was a complicated expression of compassion in those eyes.

"Why... looking at me with that kind of eyes!" Ji Wuxian took a step back, dropping the ghost flute in his hand.

"Have you really forgotten? Axian." Lan Xizhi approached him, leaned over and picked up the flute and handed it to him: "The real murderer is you!"

The bamboo flute is like countless tiny ice needles piercing the bone marrow, why, it is that kind of headache that is about to split!Ji Wuxian held his head and staggered back.

"Xizhi..." He staggered two steps: "Xizhi... is it really you?"

"Stop it, Ah Xian." Lan Xizhi sighed, "I know, you are in pain too."

When the bright moon was there, Qingfeng was a beloved man, and the long-standing sadness, resentment, grievance, and madness were gently soothed. When Ji Wuxian heard these words, tears burst into tears, and his whole body collapsed.

Lan Xizhi stretched out his hand to help, but unexpectedly there was a flash of the knife, and it was cold and vicious.

"Axian, do you want to kill me again?" Lan Xizhi still couldn't avoid being attacked for the second time.

"This is why I'm looking for you." Ji Wuxian said coldly.

After the muffled sound of the long knife piercing the flesh and chest, there was a low cry of surprise.

"How could it be..." It was Ji Wuxian who was surprised. The person who was pierced by the knife in front of him did not bleed or cry out in pain. The wind rushed in and out of the big hole, making the sound of paper rattling.

The living Lan Xizhi instantly turned into a paper figurine of human height, with a flat and stiff face, except for the blood-stained cinnabar on the brow, which was especially bright under the moonlight.

"How could this be... Xizhi, what's going on!" Ji Wuxian grabbed the paper figurine's shoulders and shook it desperately.

Ji Wuxian yelled, and the paper holder in his hand suddenly collapsed and fell down one after another: "You lied to me, you lied to me! Xizhi, you...you lied to me."

"He didn't lie to you." A voice said coldly.

"Who! Come out!" Although Ji Wuxian was groaning, he was suddenly alerted by the strange voice, raised his long knife, and was in a state of alert.

"You really are Ji Wuxian." In the depths of the bamboo forest, a tall figure slowly approached.

It was the gorgeous and unparalleled Sect Master Wang, whose calm tone showed the expected confidence.

"Let's make a move." Ji Wuxian knew that there was no way to avoid it, and silently recited the mantra to form a self-defense shield. Then the ghost flute started to play, and it played against his lips, and the forest was suddenly filled with a ghostly atmosphere.

Those corpses crawled up from the ground before, staggered up, the sound of musculoskeletal dislocation, and ghostly shadows in the bamboo forest, but for some reason, the reaction of those corpses seemed a little slow, Ji Wuxian saw this, and urged the ghost flute even more, and saw Dark clouds surged, the sky and the earth changed color, the ground rumbled, and countless puppet corpses and monsters were quickly gathering here.

The author has something to say: I caught a bug, and I will update another chapter today