The villain has a white moonlight

"Huh? Is this A Xian's wish?"

"Yes!" At that time, he was making a wish to the Bodhi tree, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the young Lan Xizhi holding a bunch of bamboo slips with a warm smile.

"Then big brother will help you realize your wish." Lan Xizhi said confidently.

"Is it really possible?!" Ji Wuxian said happily, the autumn sunlight shone through the branches, coating the whole body of the person in front of him with a faint golden glow.

"You'll know when the time comes." Lan Xizhi winked at him.

"Okay! Thank you, big brother!" Ji Wuxian was overjoyed, as if a blue bird was about to fly out of his beating heart.

Lan Xizhi spent more than a month from the selection of design materials to the final production, and finally made the first soundtrack of the film. During the trial shooting in Fengnan Forest in the east of the city, he accidentally photographed a group of ghost cultivators offering sacrifices to living people. On set, flashes during night mode shots gave away his location.

The ghost cultivators naturally would not let go of the children who witnessed the scene. When Lan Xizhi was rescued, Ji Wuxian was waiting for his little brother in the yard. The big brother said he had a gift for him, what could it be?

However, what he saw was the furious Lan Ting, the panic-stricken servant, and Lan Xizhi who was brought back with blood on his face and wounds all over his body. The comatose young man was still holding a delicate wooden box tightly in his arms. .

At that moment, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, he could not hear the noise around him, his mind felt like it was about to explode, and he stared blankly at Lan Xizhi being pushed into the medical department for emergency treatment.

When the heavy door closed, he came back to his senses, and ran over like a crazy little beast pounding on the door: "Brother!"

Unprecedented panic and uneasiness overwhelmed him, and he was no longer able to think about whether his behavior would cause trouble to the people inside. The servant took a lot of effort to take him away from the scene.

For the first two days, Ji Wuxian didn't know how she got through, she was in a trance, insomnia and anorexia, and her whole body was numb.

After learning that Lan Xizhi was dragged back from the ghost gate, although he was still in a coma, his life was saved, and his condition improved a little.

The grown-ups said that Lan Xizhi needed to rest, so he kept quiet and went to the medical department to help decoct medicine during the day. At night, after everyone was asleep, he secretly left his bedroom, sat with his knees hugged, and leaned against the door of Xizhi's room. , Only by listening to the even and steady breathing inside, can I fall asleep, wake up on time when the first ray of sky lights up, and start a new day, and so on.

One night when he woke up from the cold, when he subconsciously wrapped the velvet cloak around his body, he heard a soft voice inside: "A Xian, is that you?"

He was startled, not daring to answer.

"Axian, if it's you, can you come in and talk to me?"

Ji Wuxian had a sore nose, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, got up and opened the door to go in: "Brother, I... I'm passing by."

There is a stove burning in the house, but there are no lights in the house. The moonlight shines through the window lattice, like frost on the ground, and the silver charcoal burning in the gilded animal face stove dispels the coldness of the autumn night.

"You are obviously not a child who is good at lying." The young Lan Xizhi said gently, "Come and sit."

Ji Wuxian walked to the side of the bed and lit the lotus-patterned lamp, filling the room with light.He stretched out his hand to pull a stool and sat down, carefully glanced at the person lying on the bed.

Lan Xizhi was lying flat with his hands neatly placed by his side, his body was covered with a thick eiderdown quilt, his long hair was scattered on the pillow like a lotus in full bloom, his face was a little pale, his eyes were closed, and his long eyelashes were like crow feathers, dark and thick , casts a light shadow on the eyelids.

Where the shadow is, it is tattooed with a black feather pattern.

"These days, they didn't tell me what happened outside, what happened to the person who survived, and those ghost cultivators?" Lan Xizhi asked.

"Brother, the person you saved has returned to his hometown safely, and the ghost cultivators have already been executed." Ji Wuxian clenched his fists, suppressed the anger in his heart, and tried to keep calm, hurting his elder brother like this, and those ghost cultivators died too easily.

"Disregarding human relations, it is too cruel to use the method of sacrificing living people to improve one's body." Lan Xizhi sighed: "It's a pity that I am weak and only saved one person."

Lan Xizhi was only a child at that time, those villains didn't run away when they rushed towards him, instead they fought with them until the formation was destroyed before being caught accidentally, the only one who survived fled to Lan Mansion for help, Lan Xizhi When Ting rushed to the scene, Lan Xizhi was being bloodletted as a sacrifice.

After escaping death, Lan Xizhi still thinks of others first. He has been a good seed among the nobles of the family since he was a child, a reserve of righteous pillars.

"Brother, promise me, the next time you encounter danger, protect yourself first, okay?" Ji Wuxian said seriously.

"Ah, I'll be more careful next time." Lan Xizhi smiled, and reached out to find the exquisite wooden box inside the bed, "Look, Ah Xian, what is this?"

"It's a gift from my elder brother." Ji Wuxian didn't know why his tone was so calm.

"The answer is correct!" Lan Xizhi was in a good mood, and handed the box to him: "This is called Ying Hua Liu Yin, try pointing this lens tube at yourself and pressing the red button."

Ji Wuxian took it from Shan Ruliu and followed suit. After a click, a palm-sized piece of film slipped out from the bottom of the box. He took it out and looked at it, as if looking in a mirror. It was a bust of himself, with curly hair in red clothes and golden eyes He blinked his eyes and frowned.

"Thank you, brother, I like it very much." It was a very thoughtful gift. If this kind of thing hadn't happened, he might have been so happy. However, Lan Xizhi's sick face was still in front of his eyes. Said, "When you are well, we will shoot together again."

"Okay." Lan Xizhi said gently, "It's getting late, Ah Xian, go back to sleep."

Ji Wuxian stood up with the picture in his hand, nodded, and when he was about to leave, he felt something was wrong and asked, "Brother, why are you keeping your eyes closed?"

Lan Xizhi was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Ah Xian, my eyes seem to be gone."

"Crack." Ying Hua fell to the ground with a sound, Ji Wuxian looked at the person in front of him in disbelief, and murmured: "How could it be, how could it be."

"If you close your eyes, you can lie to yourself. It's just that I haven't opened my eyes, so I can't see." Lan Xizhi still smiled gently, "I still need some time to get used to it, so don't tell anyone else."

Ji Wuxian froze there in a daze, with countless screams in her heart blaming and scolding, why did she make such an idiotic wish in the first place.

"Understood, brother, take a good rest." His voice was calm, his throat was dry, and he left in a hurry after saying this.

After closing the door, he ran out like a madman, and ran all the way to the linden tree where he made a wish. He punched the tree, punch after punch, and the whole back of his hand was dripping with blood. The pain couldn't wake him up, and he wished he could Gouges out his own eyes for Lan Xizhi to use.

Lan Xizhi's blindness was discovered. Lan Ting consulted famous doctors, but they were all helpless. Those blind eyes could not be cured with medicine, nor could they be replaced with new ones.

As the days passed, everyone, including Lan Xizhi himself, accepted and adapted to the reality of blindness. Lan Xizhi did not become depressed because of this, and was still as good as ever.

But Ji Wuxian didn't accept it.

It took him a long time to figure out that the tattoo pattern of the black feather was an ancient ghost technique from the Ji Wu Dynasty.

No bright light, black feather curse seal.

It can be solved by cultivating ghost way and playing ghost flute.

That's it, killing evil spirits and seizing flutes.That's it, embark on the road of ghost cultivation.

The Gusu Lan family does not allow disciples to practice the way of ghosts, because the way of ghosts will change the mind of practitioners, and there are many evil methods and evil methods.

Lan Xizhi didn't let him practice the way of ghosts more out of concern.

He later learned that on the night of fighting against Tang in Xuegong, it was the cargo ship from Persia that arrived at Yuzhou Port. In order to give him the knife as soon as possible.

On the day when the Jiao was cut in Hongze Lake, Lan Xizhi had doubts in his mind when he heard him playing the flute, so he dismissed it.

On the day when Lan Xizhi was going back to Gusu, he himself had to take a boat to Yuzhou and then transfer to Shushan to go back to the school. When the two arrived at the ferry, there was a cold wind howling, bringing with it the moist breath of Jiang Ting, accompanied by the loud snail horn. Voice.

"Brother, I want to buy some special products, you can bring them back to my father!" Ji Wuxian raised his head and said.

"You don't need big brother to accompany you?" Lan Xizhi smiled.

"No, I'll go back quickly."

"Okay, I'll wait for you on the boat."

Ji Wuxian quickly bought the special products, looked at the building boat, and saw Lan Xizhi in the crowd at a glance, the young son was standing on the railing, waiting calmly, a few white waterfowls passed by, and the river wind blew , The white clothes float like a crane.

Ji Wuxian quickened his pace, passed through the crowd, boarded the boat and rushed towards his brother.

Lan Xizhi had been facing the river facing the plank road. Before Ji Wuxian approached, he called out through the crowd: "Brother!"

"Ah Xian." Lan Xizhi turned around with a warm smile, "Have you bought it yet?"

"Yeah." Ji Wuxian walked up to him, carrying all kinds of specialties in his hands, including gift boxes wrapped in oiled paper.

He was still uneasy at that time. After the pride and excitement of killing the evil dragon and being praised by the crowd, everything returned to calm, and he felt guilty because of his concealment.

He didn't like to use swords since he was a child, let alone be a pure sword cultivator.Lan Xizhi trusted him, allowed him to stay silent, and gave him the unique Sheshir scimitar in the world, hoping that he would become a music repairer or a sword repairer, but with this trust, he secretly cultivated the ghost way.

During the time of shopping just now, he kept building himself up mentally. He decided to confess and face all the consequences.

"Brother..." He took a step forward and just started to speak, but was interrupted by several newly boarded merchants.

"Hey, have you guys heard? The Chaoge Tang Sect has let go of the Four Immortal Sects."

"I heard that it seems that each fairy sect is required to send their children to their homes to study within ten days."

"It's sending direct children who are under sixteen to some kind of aristocratic penance class somewhere in Yunshen."

"Require? What qualifications does Tang have for such a request?"

The author has something to say: Recommend a new movie "Nobody Knows"

I'm going to go to the second brush, it's so cold and windy outside, I have to wrap up like a polar bear to dare to go out 1551

But it's really good. This movie made me cry like a tiger!