The villain has a white moonlight

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Tang Min breathed in his breath, raised his hand and slammed at the group of monsters below him. He escaped from the mountain of flesh and regained his human form. Standing on the ground, he pointed to the sky. He also raised his hand at the same time, amidst the bells ringing one after another, a huge moon-shaped magic circle appeared on the ground, and a raging fire ignited around it, blocking all the demons in the wall of fire.

While the ghost was howling, Tang Min was exhausted and his figure flickered.

"Father..." Miss Tang Jialiu, who couldn't ring the bell, quickly stepped forward to support him, but was pushed away violently.

"Don't waste your eyes here."

Miss Tang Jialiu replied in a low voice: "Yes." She left in a hurry, wiping tears silently as she walked.

Tang Qiong shook her head and greeted her with a smile: "Congratulations to my father for getting rid of the demon body this time, the magic is so close."

"Qiong'er, go and rest for father, and you are fully responsible for the rest of the matter." Tang Min gathered his robe and left on his own.

"Yes." Tang Qiong saluted gracefully holding the fan, and after Tang Min and his retinue had left, she turned to Lan Xizhi with a smile on her face: "Mr. Lan Zhang, I'm sorry, my father will be affected by the demon when he splits the demon body, and becomes Bloodthirsty, he is usually easy to talk to."

"I said before, if Ah Xian is ill, you have to bear the consequences." Lan Xizhi gave Tang Qiong an indifferent look.

Ji Wuxian was taken aback, feeling even more uneasy.

"Oh, but it's okay to be Mr. Xian now, but my second brother is dead." Tang Qiong raised her sleeves and pretended to wipe away tears, "It's extremely painful to die, my heart really hurts, it hurts ah."

"You can cry even louder." Ji Wuxian said unhappily.

"Young Master Xian, you really have no conscience."

"Everything has a cause and effect. If Tang Min didn't commit crimes first, there would be no future."

"But my second brother just wanted to save his father from danger, what's wrong with him?" Tang Qiong choked with tears while laughing, "My miserable second brother, but the ghost you played Xiao tore into pieces .”

Ji Wuxian was so angry by the other party's yin and yang tone that he wanted to draw his sword to retaliate.

Lan Xizhi glanced at Tang Qiong indifferently, "I came here today to take Ah Xian home."

Tang Qiong seemed to be mentally prepared, and asked with a smile: "Is there room for negotiation?"

"Fairy Doctor, other immortal disciples, and mortal disciples, I will take them all away too."

"Mr. Lan Zhang, you are going too far! Our aristocratic family's penance class has just started, and they have only stayed for nine days. They haven't fully appreciated the beautiful scenery of Yunshen, and they haven't seen the infinite and profound family background of my Tang family. Well." Tang Qiong said with a sad face, "For this family study, we have carefully organized it for a long time and spent countless efforts. You, you trampled on our hard work, did you come prepared?"

"Yes." Lan Xizhi's tone was calm, "The representatives of the Heluo Xiao family, Jinling Xie family, and Shushan East Palace are already waiting in the mountains. Before the sun goes down, we will bring the children from the jurisdiction back."

"If I don't agree with such a forceful ultimatum, I'm afraid I will follow in the footsteps of my second brother." Tang Qiong sighed, rang the bell to summon his followers, and ordered to immediately dismiss all the children who came to the penance class voluntarily or involuntarily.

Ji Wuxian followed his eldest brother and left Yunshen, without a word, all the way back to Gusu, when his father Lan Ting asked about the experience of the Tang family, Lan Xizhi also answered alone, and did not look at Ji Wuxian during the whole process, and did not follow him. He said a word.

The elder brother was angry, Ji Wuxian knew it very well, and was also very sad, he would rather the elder brother beat him and scold him than be silent like this.

Even though Lan Xizhi didn't mention it to his father, the story of Ji Wuxian's practice of ghosts was still spread to Gusu. The whole Gusu Lan family was shocked, and Lan Ting was furious, and put Ji Wuxian in confinement.

Ji Wuxian was kneeling upright in the small black room, this was the first time he was punished to kneel since he was a child, but he was relieved instead, so he didn't have to face the silent elder brother who made him feel strange.

The calm brought about by this escape mentality did not last long. On the third day after the young man was imprisoned, his body would not have time to take good care of himself after the pill was removed. The cold symptoms broke out again, and his whole body seemed to be kneeling on a ball of cotton, becoming weaker and weaker. , as his vision gradually blurred, the door seemed to be opened, and a familiar figure walked towards him.

Ji Wuxian thought that he was so ill that he was dazzled, that his body could no longer hold on and collapsed, the sky was spinning, and he didn't touch the ground.

"Brother..." He was overjoyed, and tightly hugged the warm arms that embraced him and did not let go.

Then passed out.

When I woke up again, I was already lying in my familiar dormitory, covered with a thick cloud-like quilt and a woolen blanket, and the peach blossom incense burner was burning with soothing benzoin, and outside was the sound of wind and rain, Inside the house is a warm fragrance.

Lan Xizhi sat sideways on the edge of the bed, her beautiful face was full of concern, when she saw him wake up, she immediately turned her head away, got up and left.

"Brother," Ji Wuxian grabbed Lan Xizhi's sleeve, shook it lightly twice, and said softly, "Don't leave, okay?"

Lan Xizhi was stunned, as if he didn't expect Ji Wuxian to be like this, and he really didn't move.

Ji Wuxian was secretly happy, if it was said that he had the guts to try it just now, now he is determined to act coquettishly while taking advantage of his illness.

Just as there was a thunderstorm outside, the wind swept through the vegetation, the torrential rain fell, and the branches of the sycamore tree brushed against the window lattice.

Ji Wuxian got up slightly, and said weakly: "Brother, if you are still angry with Ah Xian, just hit me lightly and scold me a few times, okay?"

Lan Xizhi turned around and finally said helplessly, "Ah Xian, you are really..."

Pacing back to the bed, laying the boy flat: "Did it hurt when you cut the pill?"

"It hurts, but it's within the tolerable range," Ji Wuxian said with a smile, "Miss Mu is worthy of being a medical fairy, she can handle such a complicated operation by herself."

Lan Xizhi tucked the quilt up for him, was silent for a moment, and finally asked what had been on his mind for the past few days: "How long have you been practicing the ghost way?"

"It's been a while, when elder brother sent me to hide my heart, I was already practicing the way of ghosts." Ji Wuxian made all the moves.

Now that things have happened, he doesn't need time to calm down, he doesn't want to hide from his elder brother anymore, he doesn't want to continue to hide, even if it is well-intentioned, it is still a deception after all.

"But the cold disease on your body will be aggravated by this." Lan Xizhi's pair of autumn water-like pupils were slightly rippling.

"This kind of minor illness will pass with patience, it's not a big deal." Ji Wuxian smiled indifferently, stretched out his hand from under the quilt, and lightly brushed Lan Xizhi's eyes.

"Ah Xian!" Lan Xizhi shook his head, then lightly held Ji Wuxian's cold hand: "From now on, stop the path of ghost cultivation."

"Brother, I will not give up cultivating the way of ghosts." Ji Wuxian lowered his eyes, feeling uneasy in his heart, but his tone was firm.

"You..." Lan Xizhi restrained his face, showing a slightly angry look, "Very good, you have grown up, A Xian, so you don't need to listen to your elder brother."

"Brother, don't be angry, I will control it, and nothing will happen." Ji Wuxian hurriedly shook his hand, afraid that the warm hand would leave, "Believe me, I will never become a ghost cultivator like Tang's. .”

"How can you be angry?" Lan Xizhi smiled slightly, like the first snow melting, "Brother should be happy for you for sticking to your own ideas."

"Brother...was you joking just now?" Ji Wuxian heaved a sigh of relief and patted his heart, "God knows how nervous I was before, I was afraid you would get angry, so I didn't dare to say it."

"It's been an eventful autumn recently, and it's inevitable that I feel depressed." Lan Xizhi rubbed the boy's curly hair, "Only here can I find happiness."

"Brother, I don't seem to have done anything." Ji Wuxian blushed and said softly.

"You don't have to do anything. As long as the elder brother sees you, says a few words to you, and teases you, I will be very happy." Lan Xizhi blinked at him, and the smile on his mouth was like that of April. The warm sunshine in the sky.

"..." Ji Wuxian's heart was beating extremely fast when he heard the words, he hadn't seen Lan Xizhi like this for a long time, it was the young Lan Xizhi's tone and smile, when the peach blossoms were in full bloom on the streets of Gusu, he took him for a walk The little brother who is playing happily in the alley.

Not seeing the misty and joyful expression of the younger brother, Lan Xizhi got up and said gently: "Okay, then please rest assured to recuperate, take care of your body first, and I will persuade him from the father's side."

Ji Wuxian sat up from the soft quilt, looked at the back of the eldest brother leaving, and called out: "Big brother!"

Lan Xizhi turned around with a warm smile, "What else is there for Ah Xian?"

"Thank you..." As soon as Ji Wuxian said a word, Lan Xizhi raised his index finger to his lips, making a gesture of silence.

"Have a good rest." After saying this with a smile, he took the tung oil umbrella in the corner and opened the door to go out.

"Thank you, big brother." The young man in red who was walking alone along the long street had finished his sentence before he knew it.

The sky darkened, probably because he had been in a daze for too long, but he didn't know when it started to rain. The showers in Sichuan were not gentle and slanting like those in the south of the Yangtze River. Ye Qianhua splashed a messy song, and some people who were rushing to avoid the rain on the road cast strange glances at this person who was walking slowly in the rain.

Ji Wuxian walked aimlessly in the rain. Ever since he came out of the Shura Dao, he felt that there were two invisible hands leading him to an unknown end. He was also curious about his role in the opponent's layout.

"Ghost City, Yuyi Country, ha." Ji Wuxian chuckled.

The rain is getting heavier, but there is no rain on his clothes, and there is an extra red umbrella on his head. The silver lotus crowned Taoist standing beside him is floating in white clothes. There is a faint smile on his handsome face, and his unfocused eyes are looking straight at the rain in front of him: " I hope I'm not mistaken, is this Ji Wuxian's friend?"

"Fu Mengsheng...sorry for keeping you waiting." Ji Wuxian said apologetically after being shaken by the slightly playful smile.

"Friends, let's go to the inn with Daozi to change clothes." Fu Mengsheng held an umbrella, smiled and shook his head.

"Okay, you can stay for one more night, and leave for Gusu tomorrow." Ji Wuxian took the umbrella handle from the Taoist, and also laughed.

Today, in Yanmo City, where the cultivation world is like thunder, the day and night are reversed from the outside world. At night, there are lights and festoons everywhere, and the bustling ghost city is crowded with brothels. During the day, it is abnormally quiet, like an empty city.

The ghost city is not all gorgeous pavilions. On the hillside full of white daisies in the southeast of the city, there stands an oak log cabin with a pointed round window. The style of painting is very small and fresh.

"Hey, it's another troublesome task." Luo Yafeng lay in the sea of ​​flowers with one hand on his head, raised his hand to release the golden crane that came to send a message, and looked at the floating clouds in the light blue sky that were blown erratically by the wind, lazily. Yangyang yawned.

It was supposed to be a relaxing lunch break, but when he heard footsteps behind him, he turned over immediately.