The villain has a white moonlight

"Old Tie, why did you just come back!" Accompanied by a crisp female voice, a purple figure flashed over, and the breeze swept across the string of wine bottles in his hand.

Zi Ying stood still, she was a beautiful girl in a purple gown with the family pattern of ginseng-thread lotus, under the robe was a plain skirt of Xiangshui, she stood gracefully, and the crystal lotus pendant tied around her waist swayed in the wind, making her more charming. Also like a purple iris blooming in the wind.

"Miss Xie, Zixiao..." The monk had something to say.

"Didn't you say, we won't drink in the academy." Xie Niyu rolled her eyes, pulled Ji Wuxian to turn around and leave.

Walking to a sparsely populated place, the two looked at each other, and entered smoothly over the wall with a tacit understanding.

I found a peach blossom tree, Xie Ni flicked her feather sleeves lightly to hang on the branches, tapped her toes lightly, turned up lightly, half leaned on the tree, and closed her eyes slightly: "I said, old iron, your bamboo flute is not Could it really be a ghost?"

"how you said that?"

"Because your mood has become a little cloudy recently." Xie Niyu said leisurely: "The Lan family is a decent family, and it is a pure sword cultivator. If you feel pressured, you can come to my Xie family in Jinling."

"Uncle Lan is very kind to me, I cultivate music, he didn't say much." Ji Wuxian said solemnly: "There is no evil spirit in this flute either."

"Well, there is always a reason for what happened. You just went down the mountain to drink a pot of wine. Why are you unhappy? Do you want this lady to come out and ask for justice?"

"Ha, here comes the wine."

"Tch. Next." Xie Niyu threw a bottle of wine to him.

There was a gust of wind blowing by, and memories were like the past, like the withered leaves in the wind. He looked at the red maple, and saw that the red leaves had turned red and became clearer and clearer. Even if he closed his eyes, he still saw the red maple. color.

"Why... why?" He looked at the long sword passing through his chest in disbelief, but the pain in his heart did not come from physical trauma.

Lan Xizhi held the long sword expressionlessly, and said coldly: "Now you and I are in Naluo."

"Why...you want to wash the Lan family with blood. Uncle Lan is your father, and all the people who died were your clansmen and followers. You...how could you commit such a heinous crime!" His voice was hoarse, trembling with tears.

He was an orphan and didn't know his own name. All his parents left him was a small jade engraved with the surname of Ji Wu, a former nobleman. Yu, but after all he was unwilling to give up, until he was frozen and fainted in the street.

When he woke up, he saw a warm and luxurious room that he could never see in his dreams. In a panic, a gentle voice sounded: "Don't be afraid, this is the Gusu Lan family."

Lan Xizhi, who picked him up, was still a well-dressed young man at that time, and he had been as gentle as jade since he was a child.

Lan Xizhi has never asked his father Lan Ting since he was a child, except for taking him home to adopt him.

Lan Ting agreed, and Lan Xizhi was very happy all night. He looked through the dictionary, found a name that was similar to his own, had a good meaning, and asked him, "Little brother, what do you think of this name?"

"I like this name."

Lan Xizhi had another happy night.

Lan Ting treats him like his own, and Lan Xizhi also takes good care of this unrelated younger brother. Ji Wuxian's aptitude is of the highest level, and he wins honor for the Lan family. Although his personality is different from Lan's cautious style, the Lan family Others still respect him.

"Lan Xizhi, from now on you will be the head of the family, and I will assist you wholeheartedly." He secretly made up his mind.

He is talented and intelligent, and his cultivation progressed rapidly. At the age of 16, he single-handedly killed the monster that had plagued Hongze Lake for hundreds of years, and became famous in one fell swoop.

The Chaoge Tang family majored in ghosts, but they had the magic weapon of the immortal family, the dust-observing mirror, which was too powerful. Tang Min, who was the head of the family at the time, was cruel and cold. , there are countless Yuyu Qionglou, and half of Ziwei Mountain is surrounded.Tang Min even regarded himself as an immortal emperor, and most of the children in his clan were domineering, bullying others by nature, and committed countless crimes.

In the crucible of the moon that the three great immortal sects jointly crusade against the Chaoge Tang family, in the final battle, it was Ji Wuxian who held the bamboo flute silently and played it at night.Under the influence of Xiaoyin, all the ghosts and ghosts of the Tang family turned against each other.

Ji Wuxian's xiao music played tricks on thousands of ghosts, and the blood washed Yun Shen's place, and the tyrannical Tang family withered.

After the Crusade of the Moon, there were even rumors that Lan Xian, the second son of Lan, would succeed the head of the Gusu Lan family, and even become the head of the fairy sect.

He also didn't know if he had a rift with Lan Xizhi since then.

Ji Wuxian regretted that he did not discover Lan Xizhi's unhappiness and changes sooner, and he was not able to stop Lan Xizhi when the latter summoned the puppet corpse and caused a tragedy by stealing the flute.

"Everyone knows that you are the one who committed the crime." The other party held his love in one hand and the sword in the other, his shoulders trembled slightly, and his eyes as deep as an ancient pool were intertwined with pain and helplessness.

That should be Lan Xizhi's first time killing people. He is a medical practitioner, and those well-proportioned and slender hands are always used to save people, but this time he wants to put Ji Wuxian to death!

why!why!

"You...you want to deceive the world, impose your sins on me, and wait for the opportunity to harm other sects?! No...I can't, I can't let you succeed." Ji Wuxian held the blade with both hands, gritted his teeth and wanted to The sword is withdrawn.

"You... have gone crazy." Lan Xizhi lowered his eyes: "Anyway, this is the end of the matter, Ah Xian, just accept your fate and kill yourself!"

Now Xie Niyu also said: "To me, he is now an enemy, and he used to be... a friend of fellow practitioners."

Ji Wuxian didn't understand, what did he do wrong?Lived like a rat crossing the street, unable to show his true colors to others, and now even his former best friend no longer trusts him.

Because of Lan Xizhi, the person who framed him, blamed him for everything and died with a good name.

Many people thought that Lan Xizhi was dead.

He also didn't understand the meaning of Lan Xizhi's doing all of this. When a person dies, he really has nothing left. What's the use of spending so much effort just to gain a good name?

Ji Wuxian smiled self-deprecatingly. When the whole world was framed against him, there were still so few people who were fighting for their own reasons. They did not agree with others, but they were discriminated against and called living puppets. There is no nostalgia.

But now he knows that Lan Xizhi is still alive, and the chief culprit who killed the Gusu Lan family is still alive.

He wants to find that person.

"Jun Moxiao, it's really good wine, but I don't have anyone to drink with, it's really lonely." Ji Wuxian closed his eyes, but a tear still rolled across the corner of his eyes silently.

Someone beside him sighed softly, and he suddenly opened his eyes, only to see a snow-white brocade handkerchief.

"I'm sorry, I lost my temper a lot today, and I made friends laugh again this time." He was stunned, took the veil and said in a low voice.

"You don't have to worry about it, Daozi has never seen it." The other party still smiled warmly.

"It turns out fellow daoists can also joke..." Ji Wuxian finished speaking, but found something wrong.

When the man spoke, although he was looking at him, those clear eyes were not focused at all, nor did he blink once.

"Your eyes..." Ji Wuxian took a step back, "How could it be, how could it be..."

"Don't be surprised, Your Excellency. Although Daozi is blind, after years of practice, and with this bronze mirror to guide the direction and remind obstacles, he can act as usual." It was that kind of gentle and patient tone again.

"Sorry." Ji Wuxian took a deep breath, "I just, just thought of that old friend again."

The fine dog at the foot whimpered, and the Taoist reached out and stroked its head: "Good dog, are you also grieving for the master?"

The black dog nodded wildly and made a purring sound.

"Is it really similar? Daozi is a little curious about your old friend." The man laughed.

It's really similar, Lan Xizhi went blind when he was ten years old, because of Ji Wuxian.

Those long memories, good and bad, warm and chilling, are all scrambling to come out.But Ji Wuxian settled down, and didn't dare to think about it any more, just looking at the person in front of him, the tiny expectations in his heart grew a little more, and his eyes became astringent again.

But someone pulled the hem of his clothes, he lowered his head, and saw a little girl in yellow clothes with a lily bun, disheveled, like a commoner who had escaped the previous catastrophe, holding a string of candied haws and handing it to him: " Don’t cry, brother, eat Tangtang.” The old woman who was caught up to her in the next moment hugged her back: “Girl, grandma just said don’t run around, why are you so disobedient?”

He said to the two of them again: "Young man, please excuse me. My old granddaughter is not sensible. She has just gone through an accident and is still awake. Don't blame me!"

"The little girl is very cute." Taoist said softly.

"Wow! Brother Beauty, are you praising me! Your Wangji is also very cute, can I touch it?" The little girl raised her head, her eyes became crescent moons with a smile.

Ji Wuxian was stunned for a moment, and the old woman hurriedly explained: "Goose, it's a dog."

"Goji." The little girl repeated: "I know, Brother Xizhi also said yesterday, don't tamper with things that are not your own. To be reasonable, if I want to touch Wang Ji, I need the owner's consent."

"It's Du Heng Jun Lan Xizhi." The old lady corrected her shaking her head.

"Ma'am, are you...familiar with him?" Ji Wuxian didn't seem to want to say that name.

"No, no, it's because the place where the old man lives is close to the sentry post. He was attacked by monsters a few days ago. Mr. Du Heng came to check the situation, and this girl ran to see the fresh again. He is generous, and he didn't care about us." The old woman sighed: "It's been a troubled time recently. After living for decades, Jinling City has never been like this. It's all because of the plague god Ji Wuxian. Wherever I go, disasters happen. "

"Well, that's true." Ji Wuxian's heart was not disturbed, he heard a lot of such words along the way, if he died, everyone would praise him, and everyone would be happy.

There are dandelions that come from nowhere, floating gently in the air.

"Brother in red, can I touch it?" The little girl asked again.

"I agree, but when I passed a hillside covered with wormwood, I was followed by it. I don't know if it is its master." Ji Wuxian said in a relaxed tone.

"Wow!" the black dog barked, wagging its tail quickly.

"Wang Ji said that you are its owner." The little girl said happily, "Can I pet its dog's head now?"

Ji Wuxian nodded, "Do you like it?"

"I like it!" The little girl stroked the fluffy dog's head affectionately: "Does it have a name?"

"not yet."

"How about calling it Little Apple?"

"A very good name." Ji Wuxian calmed down, and said to the old woman: "Ma'am, the Du Heng Jun Lan Xizhi you are talking about is the eldest son of the Gusu Lan family?"

The author has something to say: I really feel comfortable writing this chapter today lalala