The villain has a white moonlight

Xie Niyu didn't go to pick it up, leaned over to pick up the Sanskrit, silently recited the heart formula and put away the pipa, ignoring Wang Huan.

The breeze blew past, and the fragrance of lotus was elegant. Wang Ruoxi stood under the maple tree, her outstretched hand was not withdrawn, her cold and handsome face against the backdrop of the flaming red maple, without any emotional waves.

After a silent stalemate for a moment, Xie Niyu snatched the handkerchief, wiped away her tears, and said in a bad tone: "Trespassing without notification, Sect Master Wang, do you think it's appropriate?"

"I came here following the sound of the pipa." Wang Huan's voice was also very calm: "The bell has announced it, but you didn't hear it yourself."

Not far away, the almond-eyed woman in purple clothes put down the tray heavily on the stone table next to her, and the lotus-leaf-colored Ru porcelain teapot and cups jingled.

Miss Ling Dang also stomped her feet and said, "Hey, Sect Master Wang, the conscience of heaven and earth, I just succumbed to your pressure and was forced to come to ask Miss if she wanted to see you. You came here before I got an answer. It is indeed trespassing!"

"Oh." Wang Huan said indifferently, and only glanced at it. The maid felt the cool wind whistling, and immediately wanted to slip away.

"... Good morning Sect Master Wang, Miss Jin An, you two can talk slowly, I'll leave first." Bell gave a hasty salute, and then quickly withdrew.

"Why bully a little maid." Xie Niyu's eyes fell on the lotus flower on the lake, and her tone was cold: "Sect Master Wang, you really can't be regarded as the son of Qingsheng's family."

"As for Miss Xie, she is a perfect lady." The tone was still calm.

"Wang Ruoxi!"

"If you are dissatisfied with me, press it for the time being." Wang Huan turned around, walked to the stone table and sat down, picked up the pot and made two cups of tea, one for himself and the other for Xie Niyu: "I'm here, there is Let's discuss the matter of the ghost head."

Xie Niyu finally went there, sat opposite Wang Huan, looked down at Bitan Piaoxue in the cup: "Please tell me."

Wang Huan didn't answer, and walked across the table with a flick of his sleeves, a jeweled box suddenly appeared on the stone table.

"What kind of mystery are you making?" Xie Niyu said angrily.

"Open it and you'll know."

"Hmph." Xie Niyu didn't say any more, put her slender fingers on the buckle of the box, and gently picked it up. After opening the box, she casually glanced at the thing in her eyes, and said with a serious expression: "You show me these, it should not only It's to show off the spoils."

In the box lay a gorgeous crescent-shaped scimitar carved with butterflies and peach blossoms, and a broken flute.

"It's all fake." Wang Huan said calmly.

Xie Niyu was startled: "What are you talking about?"

"The things in the box are not genuine."

"evidence."

"This saber looks the same as Zang Xin, but the weight is wrong. When I met his sword at Buried Ridge, I had already estimated the weight of Zang Xin. This time at Lianwu Mountain, I noticed that the saber has become much heavier."

"First, people's memory is the most unreliable, and you can't judge something based on impressions. Second, Ji Wuxian likes the knife that his elder brother gave him the most. Adding peach blossoms and gold is up to him. The knife changes. It’s heavy, maybe the accessories have increased.”

"First, my memory is completely reliable. Second, I have asked the famous blade caster Shen Yaoqi to appraise it. The forging method of this knife belongs to the school of the Northern Region of the Central Plains, and Ji Wuxian is good at this school." Wang Huan looked at the knife. A glance at the gorgeous long knife: "This is just a highly similar imitation of the Persian scimitar hidden in the heart."

"How could this be so?" Hearing this, Xie Niyu had already taken the half-truncated flute, and after just one glance, she couldn't believe it: "This flute can't be played at all.

"Yes, the sound of the flute is choking, silent but not making a sound."

That flute only has four holes, it is not a six-hole or eight-hole flute that can be played normally, and the round holes are not pierced. Silent flute.

It wasn't Ji Wuxian's purple bamboo flute, Moqing itself.

"That day on Lianwu Mountain, we all heard the sound of the flute." Xie Niyu's heart was full of emotions, unable to vent, so he raised his hand and slapped his side, his heart heaving violently: "What the hell... What's going on, Ji Wuxian, what is Ji Wuxian doing? What the hell does he... want to do?!"

"Calm down." Wang Huan glanced at the Shoushan stone rockery not far away that was hit by the palm wind and shattered into shards, his tone was still calm.

"Where am I not calm! Ji Wuxian, what is he? Is death escape fun? What does he take his life for, and what does he take us for! He admitted his mistake and said sorry, so it was all lies!" Xie Niyu gasped Trembling: "After all these years, he not only has no repentance, but also forgets to calculate! Yes, I was shaken that night on Lianwu Mountain. I really don't want him to die, but those things he did, he did. The thing about...he only...only..."

Wang Huan glanced at Xie Niyu, pushed the Hebi teacup over a little, and didn't speak.

"Now... Now that he comes here, what exactly is he trying to do, the Red River bloody disaster? Ha!" Xie Niyu didn't notice Wang Huan, but the monstrous waves surging in his heart couldn't be calmed down, and he raised his hand unconsciously. It was a palm, which fell hard to the table.

Wang Huan raised his hand to cut it off, the purple water sleeve and the red sleeve hem hit each other like two waterfalls of different colors, hanging in the air as if time stood still.

The cool wind blew past, the Xiao Xiao was deeply cold, the red leaves were falling, and a drop of morning dew fell on the corner of Xie Niyu's eyes, and then slid down her fair cheeks.

The young suzerain of the Langya Wang clan sighed softly: "My friend, when facing issues related to Ji Wuxian, you always lack your usual calmness."

Xie Niyu's eyes were blank, and the person in front of her looked expressionless, but the hand holding her was very strong.

"I apologize for the rudeness." Wang Huan waited for her to calm down, let go of his hand, and said in a calm tone, "Now let's talk about the game of night hunting. It is true that Ji Wuxian entered the game without breaking through the maze, and the calculation is also true, but the calculation The target, maybe someone else."

"What did you say?!"

"His calculations are aimed at enemies hidden in the dark."

"Enemy in the dark...?"

"Perhaps Ji Wuxian is not the source of the turmoil and disasters caused by living puppet corpses in the areas under the jurisdiction of the immortal sects."

"You can say that, it seems that the Wang family has relevant evidence." Xie Niyu looked down at the blue color in the teacup: "I want to hear the details."

"The living puppets are making trouble everywhere, and their words and deeds are to follow Ji Wuxian to the death. They seem to know Ji Wuxian's whereabouts very well. However, according to the investigation, on the day of the night hunting in Lianwu Mountain, there was a woman in Heye Town whose mycelium had entered her brain. , madly attacked a man in red from a foreign land, and according to the characteristics described by the onlookers, this man should be Ji Wuxian."

According to the current Ningchuang results, the weird hyphae infected people are divided into source hosts and secondary hosts. Except for the top source host, there is only one source host, and there are first-level secondary hosts and second-level love hosts among the chain-level infected people... …If it continues to spread like this, there will not only be a parallel relationship between infected people, but also a parent-child relationship between the upper and lower levels. The source host at the top has absolute suppression over all the sub-hosts and is in an absolute dominant position.

Xie Niyu nodded: "Yes, if Ji Wuxian is the source, and those who are infected by his hyphae and become living puppet corpses, the first reaction to see him should be to immediately beg for mercy, not to attack. "

"Second point, after the formulation of the strategy to lure the enemy this time, except for Hao Yu, you broke the contract and went to Lianwu Mountain..."

"I went up the mountain because you closed the mountain too much."

"Well, it's too much, but it's safe." Wang Huan said indifferently: "The Langya Wang family does not need unnecessary and unnecessary sacrifices."

"Okay, let's put aside the differences of opinion, please continue."

"Besides that..." Wang Huan ignored Xie Niyu's glance and said calmly, "Everything is in plan, but the ghosts summoned by Xiaoyin from Lianwu Mountain are dead or captured alive. Anyway, after measurement, compared to the evil thing that Ji Wuxian used to drive with the ghost flute, the overall level is two levels lower."

"But that night, the tune and timbre played by the conspirators with the fake ghost flute are exactly the same as Moqing, and I will never hear it wrong."

"What else in the world can be more like the body than the body?" Wang Huan took a sip from the teacup, and said calmly: "The plotter's obsession is precisely the silent love, and the ghost flute may have long been out of Ji Wuxian's hands."

"How could..."

"I'm just speculating that Ji Wuxian lost Gui Xiao, and all kinds of turmoil that seems to be caused by him, but in fact has nothing to do with him. As a person involved, he has long been aware of the existence of the conspirators."

"So, he has already planned to lure the enemy from the dark to show up." Xie Niyu glanced at the treasure box.

"In the Lianwu Mountain group, Ji Wuxian may have suspected that there was a conspiracy set up by a conspirator, but his feelings for Lan Xizhi made him foolish for a time, and he chose to believe that the other party was still alive, so that he entered the game alone and was blinded by a puppet. Discovered the game After we set it up, he was really surprised. He distracted himself from taking the flute while carrying the knife and me in a serious battle. Wuxian smiled in front of the bamboo flute again, I thought he was proud of his viciousness with the ghost flute, now it seems that he may have solved his doubts when he heard the flute sound, there is indeed a conspiracy in Lianwu Mountain intervening."

Xie Niyu picked up the teacup, but took an empty cup by mistake, he was worried and didn't drink the tea: "That person is not afraid, can the flute in Ji Wuxian's hand be played? suspect?"

Wang Huan glanced at the teacup tightly held by Xie Niyu, without reminding him, he continued: "At that time, Ji Wuxian was the target of hunting no matter whether he played the flute or not. Ji Wuxian didn't play the flute himself. When the flute sounds, it will be speculated that he arranged for someone to use the ghost flute to drive away evil things in the dark; There is a ghost flute, only his flute can summon evil spirits, and other questions can be resolved after Pingjing's disaster." Wang Huan raised his hand and rubbed the corners of his brows: "Ji Wuxian is just using a dumb flute to replace it. After catching the enemy, he hurriedly ended the battle, feigned death and escaped, turning light into darkness."

"So, the conspirators made Lianwu Mountain gather many evil spirits to attract the eyes of Xianmen and Ji Wuxian himself, but they wanted us to lose to Ji Wuxian, and Ji Wuxian discovered it before us." Xie Niyu responded with the teacup in his hand. Fragmentation: "It's a game in a game, a plan in a plan."

The author has something to say: fellow daoists, readers, cuties, I miss you to death!

Then I want to smooth the feathers.

Screenwriter Fu Mengsheng and Director Wang have worked hard!

Xianxian is not stupid and sweet, but when facing Xi'er, oops.

The middle game of Lianwu Mountain is not just that, and the answer will be revealed in the future.

See you in the next chapter, Taoist Fu Mengsheng, chirp!