The villain has a white moonlight

"There is no qualification requirement, but there are capital threats! Haven't there been missing teenagers and girls everywhere recently? There are some from the fairy sect and some from ordinary families, but they were taken away by the Tang family."

"That's right, the Tang Corporation distributed leaflets everywhere asking Xianmen to send their children to exchange children from ordinary families. After ten days, the remaining children who have not been exchanged will be killed."

"Damn, this is too shameless! Moral kidnapping, completely moral kidnapping!"

"Not to mention anything else, the Four Immortal Sects will definitely not leave this matter alone."

"What's the matter? The Tang Corporation is gaining so much momentum now, it's uncertain who will suffer if they really fight."

Nowadays, the Tang Clan is no longer an obscure sect. Tang Min still has the extremely powerful magic weapon of the Immortal Family, the Observing Mirror, and Yunshen is their headquarters. Many demons and evil spirits gather here. The Ghost Sect headed by Shi frequently made small moves, but on the surface they still maintained a delicate balance with the Xianmen.

What Xianmen can do is to make a choice, either to give up those children who were arrested, or to send children from their own clan to replace them according to Tang's request.

Those people walked away while talking, Ji Wuxian said softly: "Brother, I think..."

"No." Lan Xizhi said decisively.

Ji Wuxian was stunned. Lan Xizhi, who has always understood the importance of righteousness and the overall situation, would reject his proposal to invite him to go, and would not even let him finish his sentence.

Is this putting his safety first?He was a little happy, but looking at Lan Xizhi's frown, he knew that his eldest brother must be very worried about the safety of those innocent children.

The Gusu Lan family is a century-old family, and the children in the clan have been educated to be the first to support justice since childhood. Ji Wuxian is used to laxity. He only feels clichés and headaches when he hears enlightenment words, and he never cares about doing things in his own way.

Lan Xizhi has been a gentleman since he was a child, he doesn't talk about family precepts and rules, and always proves the truth with practical actions.

Ji Wuxian knew how big brother was feeling right now.

Once the Tang family comes out like this, the Lan family will definitely make a statement. Apart from Lan Xizhi, he is the only direct descendant. He meets the age requirements. Although he is not a blood relative of the Lan family, he is still the adopted son of the suzerain Lan Ting. Things can only be left to him.

The Tang family is insidious and cunning, saying that they want the disciples of the Xianmen to study at their home, who knows what they will experience when they go there?

Ji Wuxian was not afraid, on the contrary, he was a little eager to try it. Maybe he could meet Tang Min, who is also a ghost cultivator, when he arrived at Yunshen. He wanted to see how strong that person was, and could make both immortals and monsters afraid.

Lan Xizhi really doesn't need to be embarrassed by the conflict between his concern and protection for him, but now he can't confess the ghost cultivator. Lan Xizhi reminded him last time when he was studying in Gong, that Tang Min would devour the ghost cultivator, let alone the ghost car. As Bird said, he was already on the list of objects to be devoured by Tang Min.

Ji Wuxian was trying to persuade Lan Xizhi to agree, when a flying letter with a purple cover came whistling, he raised his hand to accept it, it was Xie Niyu's flamboyant handwriting.

"Old Tie, the words are true. Congratulations to you and your brother for successfully killing the dragon. The welcome banquet given by the panda has been postponed. We are going to attend the aristocratic penance class. I know you definitely want to come. If your brother is not allowed, tell me He, Wan Yin was caught by Tang Dog outside the academy. You understand the above. Sincerely, old iron."

Ji Wuxian coughed, folded the letter and put it in his sleeve.

"Ah Xian, is this a letter from a friend from the academy?"

Ji Wuxian nodded, and said with a smile: "Brother, let me go to the family's penance class. I won't let myself have trouble."

"Ah Xian..."

"Wang Huan and Xiao Wanyin are all there," Ji Wuxian said in a relaxed tone, "I can't take orders."

"Well, did the young master of the Xiao family go too?"

The Xiao clan of Heluo is the closest to Chaoge, and has far more information than other fairy sects. The suzerain Xiao Yan and his wife only have their only son, Xiao Wanyin. Things really can't be that bad.

This is what normal people think.

"Yes, it can be seen that it is not a big deal to participate in the family's penance class." Ji Wuxian tried to keep his speech steady, and said calmly.

Xiao Wanyin didn't go there voluntarily, but was taken away by the Tang family. Lan Xizhi didn't know about this, and Ji Wuxian decided not to mention it.

Still did not answer, Ji Wuxian took a step forward, and begged again: "Brother, let me go, I promise, the five heroes of Langya Mountain will return safely, and none of them will be missing."

Lan Xizhi looked down at him, he no longer needed the beautiful phoenix eyes of white silk to hide from the light, they were not focused, but were as clear and calm as autumn water.

Ji Wuxian didn't dodge or evade, meeting that gaze, holding his breath, waiting for a response.

"Okay." Lan Xizhi finally nodded.

Seven days after arriving in Chaoge City, Tang's mansion was built on Mule Mountain, shrouded in a hazy white mist, with no grass growing and no trees, and those buildings were built with unknown materials. The white flowers are quite eye-catching. It looks like a huge white spirit house standing on the hillside of the bald Lupi.

Ji Wuxian and Lan Xizhi went up the mountain together, and when they arrived at Yunshen, he realized that there was no cloud and mist here, but a miasma. There was no wave in his heart, and he only felt that the gate and the stone lion looked familiar, and they were clearly imitated spirits. Xiyi Qinglan built it.

There are still differences in the subtleties. There are three more beams on the lintel, there is no threshold, and the stone lions are not exclusive to anyone. Two bamboo poles are inserted in front of the door, and two white banners are hung. Floating here and there, not to mention that the courtyard is as white as a funeral for many years, which is different from the ink style of the blue bricks and black tiles of the Gusu Lan's mansion.

Ugly is really ugly, and there are ghostly winds. Entering this door is like entering a haunted house. No wonder a young man at the door was frightened and cried. He hugged the middle-aged man next to him and cried loudly: "Father, I want Go home! I don't want to come to this ghost place!"

"The trash is crying for your mother! Remember to enter this door, you were born as a member of the Tang family and died as a ghost of the Tang family. You are not allowed to talk about going home again." The middle-aged man held a straw sign, and the other With his hand, he separated the fingers clasping his calf one by one, and cursed in a low voice.

The boy cried even louder.

"Who is going to mourn here early in the morning?" Accompanied by an impatient voice, a woman came out of the door, dressed in snow-white clothes embroidered with silver thread chrysanthemums, her face was painted pale and her nails were painted fiery red, Guazi'er squinted at the father and son, and said contemptuously, "Are you here to sell me?"

"Yes, yes, yes," the middle-aged man saw Tang's person, and thrust his straw label into his son's back collar, and put on an exaggerated smile, with all the creases on his face squeezed together, "Look, big sister." How much is my eggplant worth?"

"I'm not in charge of buying, you go over there to sign and make a deposit." The woman raised her hand, and the bell on her wrist rang softly, pointing to the small black window on the wall of the woman, like a monster opening its bloody mouth.

"Thank you, thank you, I'll go right away." The middle-aged man nodded and bowed, and the boy cried even harder.

Lan Xizhi reached out his hand to stop the man, and said calmly, "Buying and selling human beings is against the law."

"I don't know what to do. I'm his father, you young man, don't meddle in your own business." After finishing speaking, he continued to drag his son towards the small window.

Lan Xizhi didn't speak any more, nor did he withdraw his hand, Ji Wuxian, who was following him, stepped aside tacitly.

The man was so angry that his face turned purple, he pushed his son to the side, pulled out the ghost face knife, and slashed at Lan Xizhi.

The young man in white turned sideways to easily avoid the sharp edge of the sword, his wide sleeves fluttered, and the back of the sword was held between his slender fingers. With a light flick, the man's hand holding the sword went numb, and the sword fell to the ground with a clanging sound. He was caught, and at the same time he was kicked on the knee, and he fell to his knees screaming in pain.

"Xizhi is so good-looking." Ji Wuxian couldn't help sighing again as he watched his elder brother soaring and catching the sword with his bare hands.

"I don't allow you to bully my father!" However, Qie'er, who was crying, rushed forward and kicked Lan Xizhi for some reason.

With Ji Wuxian around, he naturally failed.

"Shao...Young hero, spare your life." The man who was being escorted by Lan Xizhi no longer had an arrogant attitude.

"This young master didn't say he was going to kill you, so why panic?" The woman who was coughing melon seeds and watching with cold eyes smiled and said, "Young man in red, please be gentle, the child's bones are about to be crushed by you."

The attacker was lying on the ground crying loudly, being stepped on by a black-bottomed firework boot, and the owner of the boot had a hint of anger in his golden eyes.

"Ah Xian." Lan Xizhi called softly.

"Brother, they don't know good from bad." Ji WuXian moved his foot away, saying unfairly.

"You two young heroes, at first glance, you seem to be a big family. You don't know the sufferings of the poor. The next family is so poor that you can't get rid of it. The eighty-year-old mother has tuberculosis and needs money urgently. I have no choice but to sell my son!" The man snotted his nose. A handful of tears crying especially sad.

Lan Xizhi let go of his restraint, handed over two gold leaves, and said calmly, "Take the child back, and the money will be used for Lingtang's medical treatment."

The man's eyes lit up, he grabbed the gold leaf, bit it hard twice, and after confirming that it was true, he said happily, "Thank you, thank you benefactor!"

After finishing speaking, he led his son to leave, but a male voice sounded: "Your child is quite suitable for cultivating ghosts, are you interested in letting him join the Tang family?"

The young man who came strolling was thin and straight, also dressed in a typical Tang family, with a thick layer of powder on his face, red eyes slanting into his temples, holding a white paper fan, and his tone was leisurely.

"Fourth brother." The woman stopped eating melon seeds and greeted with a smile.

The young man nodded with a smile, and looked at the father and son with smiling eyes.

"This... is this true? Our local immortal sect doesn't accept eggplants, saying that he is too talented to cultivate immortality."

"The Tang family will make the impossible possible," the young man approached the man, and said to himself, "Countless people have already witnessed this fact."

Indeed, one of the reasons for Tang's rapid growth and expansion is to allow those who were unable to cultivate immortality to embark on the path of cultivation.

For those who aspire to become cultivators but have no chance of immortality, joining the Tang Clan to cultivate ghosts is God closing the door and opening a window for them. In the eyes of these people, Tang Min is even more like a god.

"Haha, that's really great, great!" Qie'er's father was naturally very happy, and he agreed.

Lan Xizhi frowned lightly, and Ji Wuxian said to the man angrily, "Have you asked your son what he means? I don't think he thinks it's a blessing."

Qie'er was lowering his head and trembling, his father ignored him and waved his hands: "Young heroes, just leave it alone, it's my son's blessing to accept Qie'er as a cultivator here."

"Are you willing to join us?" The young man stretched out his hand, gently raised Qie'er's chin, and said softly.

"I am willing." Qie'er took a step back, and then said dumbly.

"That's really great." The man let go of his hand and said with a smile: "That's it, Fifth Sister, bring this child into the mansion."

"Come with me, Qie'er." The woman Shi Shiran took the child to the mansion, and Qie'er's father happily went down the mountain.

"The two are Gusu Lan's Shuangbi, Lan Xi and Lan Xian, right?" The young man shook his folding fan lightly, staring at Ji Wuxian with a smile, and there was an undercurrent rushing in his dark pupils.

Looking at those eyes, Ji Wuxian was a little dizzy, as if in a trance, as if he was in a black whirlpool, being engulfed by the boundless darkness, his body kept sinking, sinking.

But there was a pair of warm hands gently on his shoulders, and the fragrance of herbs lingered, he woke up instantly, held his breath and concentrated, avoiding that gaze.

Lan Xizhi's voice was clear and cold: "Tang Qiong, if you use the Soul-destroying pupil on the wrong person, it will bring you trouble."