The villain has a white moonlight

Lan Xizhi turned sideways slightly, did not answer, turned his hand and stabbed the top of the evil dragon's skull with the streamer sword, the sword pierced the scales, like gold and iron hitting each other, and made an ear-piercing clang.

The white silk that bound the eyes fluttered, and the young man's gaze fell like a piece of cold snowflakes, melting in an instant. The young man sensed his brother's reprimand, and tightened his hand holding the flute, but he still stood stubbornly in the same place, not taking a step back.

The dragon roared wildly, the huge sound wave was deafening, and it set off a huge wind and waves to beat towards the shore. The onlookers clicked their tongues one after another. The paper butterflies around the evil dragon were instantly shattered, and only the white paper bird was still pecking frantically. scale armor.

Lan Xizhi's streamer sword pierced the dragon's head for half a foot, but could not penetrate further. The young man in red put the purple bamboo flute into his belt, and pulled out his heart. A deep knife mark was left on the scale armor of the evil dragon's neck, but it was not fatal.

This beast is ferocious, and the scales on its vital parts are much harder than other parts of its body, so it is really difficult to break through from the outside.

But Lan Xizhi's sword had obviously hurt him, Jiaolong was in pain and enraged by the knife flying in the air, he suddenly lowered his head and swooped towards the boy on the lone boat.

The young man watched Lan Xizhi draw his sword and jump off the dragon's head to step on the waves when the dragon was approaching the front of the boat, like an elegant white crane landing in front of him, and called out happily: "Brother!"

Lan Xizhi stood in front of him and forced the huge water beast back with a sword. The steam filled the air, and he finally answered in a low voice: "Why did you come?"

"I'm here to help Big Brother!" The young man said with a bright smile, "No, it was agreed last time, I will kill the dragons and get the pills myself, Big Brother, you sneak away."

"Ah Xian, you are really..." Lan Xizhi sighed, with a look of helplessness on her beautiful face: "You will be demerited for playing truant."

"Brother, when are you still thinking about credits!" The evil dragon attacked again, and the young man immediately made a move: "Beheading this beast, can you make up for it?"

It was the combination of Zang Xin and Liu Guang's sword that cut through the wind and waves and hit the dragon's head. The scales finally broke, and the foul blood sprayed out. The dragon howled and dived into the water again, and the crowd on the shore applauded.

The young man put the knife back on his shoulder, his red clothes fluttering, and his smile brightened: "Brother, don't be angry anymore, okay?"

"Ah Xian," Lan Xizhi shook his head, turned his face slightly and whispered to the person behind him, "What's the matter with your paper birds?"

"Ah, it's just an ordinary paper spirit." The boy still had a big smile on his face, but his heart was pounding.

It's not uncommon for Lexiu to use weapons to drive spirits away, but ordinary paper spirits don't need blood for their eyes. He secretly practiced ghosts, so naturally he didn't dare to let Lan Xizhi know about it.

"You have never played that song to me before." The long sword pointed at the ground, and the blood flowed down. An invisible majesty.

"It's not a good song for combat." You can't be nervous, you can't back down, every time you face your elder brother, there is nowhere to hide his little thoughts, but when it comes to cultivating the ghost way, he has made up his mind , the young man raised his head and looked at the people around him, pretending to be relaxed: "If elder brother likes it, I will play it to you later on."

"Okay." Lan Xizhi nodded, and the corners of his lips finally brought back his usual smile.

The young man heaved a sigh of relief. On weekdays, what he played to Lan Xizhi was Qing Ping Zhang from the ancient music score accompanying Moqing. Lan Xizhi also often listened to Xiao music when playing with the qin, and the symptoms of gradually losing the five senses were relieved. , now there is nothing to worry about except that the eyes are still invisible.

Only the eyes are still invisible, still.

The boy on the boat lowered his eyes and glanced silently at his waist, then secretly clenched his fists.

Ji Wuxian stood silently among the crowd, surrounded by hustle and bustle, and still far from the center of the lake, but he knew every move of the two on the boat and what the young man was thinking.

At that time, he was making up his mind that he must practice this way well. One day, he will be able to heal his elder brother's eyes if he cultivates diligently and has the ability to play the Hualong chapter.

"The Jiao monster has been in the water for a long time, I'll go down to see the situation." Lan Xizhi's eyes fell on the calm lake, his eyes under the gauze were as deep and peaceful as the lake.

The water veins under Hongze Lake extend in all directions, if the Jiao monster escapes here, all previous efforts will be wasted.

"Brother, let me go." The young man swung his knife and said confidently, "Give it a good look."

"Before I came here, I had memorized the water vein map, and I went down twice before, so I am more familiar with the underwater situation than you." Lan Xizhi smiled.

"Big brother..."

"Stay well on the boat and don't move around," Lan Xizhi raised his hand and gently rubbed the boy's curly hair: "When necessary, I will use Huo Xiwu to contact you for help."

The light scent of herbs lingered at the tip of the nose, the young man froze, and he stood at attention and replied, "Okay! I'll listen to my elder brother!"

A pink-clothed girl beside Ji Wuxian on the shore exclaimed: "Oh my god, touch your head to kill! They have such a good brotherhood!"

In the boat, Lan Xizhi stood facing the wind, and the wind blew his white clothes flying like a flower in the sky, the ink hair under the green lotus crown was flying, holding a sword like the god of Luoshui standing in the middle of the water.

The eldest brother is so good-looking, Ji Wuxian looked at that man, and sighed familiarly in his heart.

But seeing Lan Xizhi glance over in his direction, knowing that the other party couldn't see under the white silk, Ji Wuxian still involuntarily took a step back, using the person in front to block his sight.

"Brother, what's the matter?" the boy in red asked suspiciously.

"It seems that there are people we know on the shore."

"It can't be your father, right?" Ji Wuxian, a young man on the boat, also looked towards the shore: "No."

"Well, it's probably my illusion," Lan Xizhi nodded, "I'll go down first, Ah Xian, be careful."

"Okay, I'll wait for my brother to contact you."

After Lan Xizhi jumped into the lake, the young man in red sat down cross-legged again, took out his silence, hesitated for two seconds, and played it.

After all, he still couldn't rest assured, playing the ghost flute and controlling the spirit to escort him.

"This song is really nice," the girl in pink listened attentively, and said with a smile, "I only knew that Du Hengjun was good at the piano, but I didn't expect Lan Xian to be good at the flute."

"The elder brother is so outstanding, the younger brother is naturally fascinated by it." The girl's companion also pursed her lips and laughed twice: "I wonder if I will be able to hear the harmony of the Gusu Shuangbi qin and Xiao in the future."

"Shuangbi? Lan Er, what can he do! Last time my son was beaten up by Lan Er in the academy, I went to find Mrs. Luo, but that boy was full of lies and made me angry." A fat middle-aged man said with difficulty. .

Ji Wuxian squinted his eyes and didn't speak. He beat up a lot of people in the school at that time, and his parents also met a few of them. He was accused of being full of nonsense when he presented the facts and reasoned. Accusing him of barking like a dog, he is even more lazy to defend himself now.

"That kid is really good, I know that Mr. Lan Chang pretends to be cute." The fat man seemed a little angry when he saw that everyone's eyes were on the center of the lake, and no one paid any attention to his son's plight: "It's a pity that Mr. Du Heng is blind. , can't see the bad character under his hypocritical mask, or he will be pissed off sooner or later."

"Who are you, you, you have been yelling for a long time," the girl in pink gave the man a sideways look: "I think you are just jealous of others. Since ancient times, heroes have produced teenagers."

"So little girls, you still don't see much of the world. That boy Lan Er is clearly here to pick up on the leak, and he will definitely step on his elder brother to take the position from now on." Fatty's companion is a young man, who is beside him with a strange voice.

Hearing this, the two women showed disgust on their faces, and stood a little further away from the fat man and his companion.

"Speaking of which, although Mr. Lan Zhang is really young and talented, it's a pity that he is blind," the man didn't know what to say, and just kept talking: "If I find out that I made wedding clothes for others in the future, I'm afraid I'll lose my guts." They will all regret it."

After finishing speaking, he felt a ruthless and murderous look approaching his eyes, and his neck felt cold, so he raised his hand and touched his neck in fright, to make sure his head was still there, he hurriedly dragged the fat man to the back of the crowd.

"Brother Liang, brother Liang, what's wrong?" the fat man asked in confusion.

"Just now the girl in red with curly hair and high ponytail next to me gave me a look, as if I scolded her man." With lingering fear in his heart, he said, "I feel that if I say one more word, I'm afraid I will turn around."

"So scary?"

"Didn't you see that girl dressed as a warrior is still wearing a sword?" The surname Liang whispered: "No one knows, Mr. Du Heng is the dream lover of many female cultivators in the Immortal Sect, but Lan Xizhi has a relationship with Miss Xie of Jinling Marriage, although they have no chance, they can't tolerate others saying that Mr. Lan Chang is not good at all. Last time, my fellow practitioner was hacked and maimed by a female cultivator. It was because of maliciously slandering Lan Xizhi that he was heard, and it was scary for a woman to go crazy. It is terrifying for a woman with strength to go crazy."

"Brother, you are really nervous. The man next to us with curly hair and high ponytail in red is a man! Although he is very good-looking, I just took a second look, but he has the same Adam's apple as us."

The one surnamed Liang was shocked, and muttered: "Strange, really strange, those eyes are really..." Involuntarily glanced at the back of the tall and straight red-clothed figure, but saw that the other party also turned his face slightly backwards, and flinched hurriedly. Neck, did not dare to speak any more.

Ji Wuxian closed his eyes, and the breeze was blowing on his face, bringing with it the unique moisture vapor and the fragrance of weeds near water.

It wasn't until the direction of the airflow changed, and a faint smell of blood came from the wind, that he suddenly turned around. Sure enough, the flock of ghost cars and birds came with a gust of wind like dark clouds surging forward.

"My God! What is that!" the fat man exclaimed.

The monks who maintained order at the scene were also shocked, and they didn't draw their swords in a hurry until the menacing black cloud pressed over the lake.

Ji Wuxian had already drawn out his saber, the light of the saber streaked across, but there was no trace of blood, and the group of ghost car birds did not react to it.

It seems that in this illusion, Lan Xizhi, Guicheniao, Jiaoguai, and his past self can't see him, and he can't cause real harm to anyone other than the young Ji Wuxian.

On the contrary, he thoughtfully created good conditions for him to kill himself when he was a teenager.

Seeing the bird spirits, the young man on the boat's golden eyes darkened, and the sound of the flute he played was raised two tunes.

But I saw a group of dark black-feathered ghost car birds floating in the air with their feathers and bowed claws, and they automatically separated into two paths. A leader who was much larger than the birds flew leisurely above the wooden boat, with black wings A shadow envelops.

"Don't waste your efforts," the face on the leader's forehead is that of a very young girl, the corners of her mouth are raised with a slight smile: "Your current ability is not enough to control the lowest bird spirit of our clan." .”

The young man took the flute, stood up, frowned and said, "Ghost car bird, what are you doing here?"

"Little curly hair, I have a name, Mo Ling, have you forgotten?" After the bird spirit finished speaking, she giggled, and the group of Ye Xingzi behind her also laughed strangely, a piercing laugh that seemed human but not human. The sound came and went, and everyone present was terrified.

The author has something to say: It seems that the number of words in this chapter is too small, make up~