The villain has a white moonlight

When the red-clothed swordsmen and white-clothed Taoists arrived in Gusu, it was already nightfall.

In Gusu City, the former site of the Lan family, the wind blows in the pines, the bright moon hangs high in the dark blue sky, the silver light and clear light gently fall on the courtyard, and the bells of Hanshan Temple in the middle of the night sound melodiously. This scene is just like the past.

Ji Wuxian stood outside the Lan Mansion for a long time, and Fu Mengsheng stood with the mirror in his hand, silently accompanying him.

The mighty stone lions outside the gate have already grown mottled sedges of a thousand blue colors, the lintel is almost collapsed, weeds are overgrown, vines are growing wildly, and the dense suckers of creepers and nearly withered dark red vines are left on the blue bricks and black tiles. Xiao Se trembled slightly.

The young man in red finally plucked up his courage and pushed the door open. Seeing someone coming, several birds that were pecking grass seeds among the dry vines and weeds were so frightened that they flapped their wings and flew into the sky, and the gray-haired hare also ran away.

The desolate scene in the mansion made him feel even more sour. After all these years, the old hometown has really become so desolate.

Ji Wuxian raised his hands and made a formula to attract the souls of the dead, but apart from the wandering ghosts from outside, there were no Lan family members.

He frowned, and with the flick of his fingers, those inhuman things that trespassed here and refused to leave were instantly wiped out.

He also heard about this journey. When the Lan family was wiped out, the aftermath was handled by the Wang and Xie families. The whereabouts of Lan Xizhi's body was unknown, but it was very successful in purifying the other undead in the house. The dead Lan family have all entered reincarnation. , Ji Wuxian only felt empty and sad in his heart.

It was he who made a big mistake, and before he had time to apologize, his relatives, clansmen, and fellow disciples left forever.

In the Asura Way, he has always lived as a sinner, but that kind of repayment is only a psychological comfort after all.

With his head down, he walked along the familiar path to the Lan family's ancestral hall. The area around the ancestral hall was cleaned up in an orderly manner. It was obvious that someone had taken care of it. The Jinling Xie family was close to Gusu, so it was naturally arranged by Xie Niyu.

"Friends, let's start the sacrifice." Fu Mengsheng said softly.

Ji Wuxian nodded, he knew that Fu Mengsheng was worried about him.

The Taoist priest in white clothes and silver lotus crown sat on the ground, stroking the qin casually, and the melodious sound of the qin resounded through the courtyard.

Hearing the sound of the piano, the young man in red holds a gorgeous scimitar in his hand, moves about in a heroic posture, sings along with the music of the piano, and dances while holding the sword.

After the qin music was over, the sacrificial dance also stopped, and Ji Wuxian relaxed a little.

After the two entered the Lan Family Ancestral Hall to worship, they went to the Shaozi Pavilion.

After burying the peach blossom branch, Ji Wuxian breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "Fu Mengsheng, step back a little."

Fu Mengsheng took a few steps back in an obedient manner, while Ji Wuxian pulled out his hidden heart, the knife was not out of its sheath, raised his hand and lightly planed under the peach blossom tree a few times, then picked out a wine jar, and let out a haha: "Sure enough Still here."

There is also a wine jar in the soil, the secret-colored porcelain of sky blue after rain, with a gentle luster flowing under the moonlight, it is Lan Xizhi's favorite porcelain, it holds the wine selected by the young Lan Xianzhi, and the appointments made many years ago are sealed in dust.

"Excellent flower carving, share a jar with you?" Ji Wuxian weighed the wine jar twice, and handed it to Fu Mengsheng with a smile.

The breeze blew by, and the robes of the Taoist in white fluttered, and a faint smile appeared on his handsome face: "My friend, Daozi never drinks."

"Ah, that's right, I'm the one who is too abrupt for cultivators not to indulge in sex." Ji Wuxian smiled indifferently, feeling sad again in his heart.

Now he is living in a dream, and he doesn't remember the agreement back then.

Alcohol was banned in Zixiao Academy. When he dug out the last jar of wine hidden under the peach tree in the academy, Lan Xizhi caught him and showed up. His elder brother didn't blame him, but deducted his credits, and promised to be his elder brother when he was eighteen. The one who gets drunk will accompany his younger brother, on the condition that he can no longer drink alcohol before graduation.

Ji Wuxian naturally made the agreement with great joy.

Afterwards, too many things happened. It was the year when the Moon War ended, but he made a big mistake. After all, this wine was left in the dust for a long time.

Ji Wuxian unsealed the wine, and was about to pour himself a glass of wine, but a slender white hand took the wine jar away.

"Dao Zi never drinks alcohol, but he can make an exception for his friends." Fu Mengsheng smiled lightly and spoke softly.

Ji Wuxian froze on the spot, only to see Fu Mengsheng raised his hand to the wine jar to his lips, raised his head to drink the aged wine in the jar, his wide and wide sleeves poured down like a waterfall, the moonlight fell like frost on the Taoist in white, and Melted by the warm temperament around him.

The golden pupils of the young man in red had an obsessive gleam, Fu Mengsheng was so good-looking, even if he was drinking directly from the wine jar, he would not lose his elegance.

Accept with a slight smile, of course, Xizhi has been like this since he was a child, in any situation, no matter from which angle he looks at it, he is calm and elegant.

After Lan Xizhi went blind, he couldn't read and write smoothly for a long time, so Lan Ting hired craftsmen to make bamboo slips with embossed fonts for him to read by touching the strokes. At first, his reading speed was very slow, but after a few days of practice, he was able to read quickly. I can read at the speed of ten lines. Ji Wuxian admires this very much. My eldest brother is really much better than ordinary people at any time and in everything he does.

Writing is more difficult than reading. Excellent people naturally have strict requirements on themselves. In order to restore writing ability as soon as possible, Lan Xizhi would go to the study to practice writing when he had time. One day, Ji Wuxian learned at home and was punished by his master to copy the "Lanting Collection Preface" twenty I read it over and over again, fell asleep halfway through copying, and woke up in the middle of the night. I raised the lamp and yawned all the way back to my residence. When I passed Shaozi Pavilion, I saw that the lamp in Lan Xizhi’s study was still on. Carefully pushed open the courtyard door, tiptoed in, and peeped at the people inside from the door of the study.

Lan Xizhi's handwriting was slow, but his movements were smooth and flowing, and his movements were done in one go. Ji Wuxian was dumbfounded. His eldest brother's brushwork has returned to this state of ease, which really made him happy.

"Ah Xian, it's windy outside, come inside!"

Ji Wuxian, who was holding the door frame, staggered and almost knocked his front teeth: "Brother...Brother, how do you know I'm here!"

"Blind people's senses are always more sensitive than ordinary people." Lan Xizhi smiled slightly, stopped writing and looked towards the door.

Ji Wuxian stared blankly at his elder brother in front of the desk under the lamp. The warm yellow light reflected the beautiful face of the boy in white, and his whole body exuded a warm aura.

"I'm in a daze again," Lan Xizhi laughed angrily, "Come in, and help elder brother see how my practice is doing recently."

Ji Wuxian jumped into the room, rushed to the desk in three steps at a time, and quickly praised the rainbow spiral in his heart. The eldest brother's handwriting has always been beautiful. Just now, seeing how fluent his writing is, he must have returned to his previous level.

However, when he rushed to his elder brother and saw the content on the rice paper, he couldn't blow it up.

"Ah Xian, how are you?" Lan Xizhi asked with a warm smile.

"Mmmm..." Ji Wuxian propped up the desk with both hands, staring at how to express his true thoughts in a tactful and natural way.

The crooked and dancing fonts on the rice paper, each of which is ugly and cute, has its own merits, and together it is a black and turbulent wave. It can barely be seen that it is a copy of "Lanting Collection Preface", stopping at "temporary" For myself, I will be self-sufficient quickly'.

It's not impossible to praise against one's will, he doesn't care, but if the eldest brother takes it seriously and writes like this in the future, what will others think of it!

Alas, it's a bit nerve-wracking.

"Huh? Looks like brother, I still have room for improvement." Lan Xizhi understood, raised his hand and smiled, "Or, Ah Xian, you can help me write!"

"Ah... this, that, I..." Ji Wuxian felt that his face was a little hot. Earlier, Lan Xizhi had taught him how to write, and later he was educated at home, so he didn't waste his brother's time on this. And his handwriting is as uninhibited as he himself, and later Xiaoyu called it the Laner-style wild cursive font.

In short, it is not much better than Lan Xizhi's current writing.

However, looking at Lan Xizhi's beautiful fingers with sharp knuckles, he felt itchy again. He raised his hand to hold his elder brother's wrist, and touched the warm skin. He didn't know why his heart was beating.

Taking a deep breath to stabilize his mind, just like when his elder brother taught him how to practice calligraphy, he gently moved the Langhao brush and walked on the snow-white rice paper. Seriously, Lan Xizhi took the pen and left a word in Lan Xianzhi's style. The former couldn't see it, but the latter looked at the word and smiled with all his heart and eyes.

"Well, writing is the word for love," Lan Xizhi smiled slightly, "Love changes with the situation, Ah Xian, you skipped a line."

But Ji Wuxian felt that his face was getting hotter, he didn't think about the content of the preface at all, he wrote that word by accident, he didn't know why.

"Let Daozi drink alone, why is my friend so absorbed in thinking?" Fu Mengsheng's voice fell softly.

Ji Wuxian came back to his senses, hurriedly took the wine jar, opened it and touched Fu Mengsheng's: "I was thinking of some old things."

"Is it about Lan Xizhi?" Fu Mengsheng took another sip of wine, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Why do you always think of him when you face Daozi?"

"Because of you..." Ji Wuxian still wanted to speak, but was stunned, Fu Mengsheng's tone seemed a little different from before.

Not only that, the handsome face of the Taoist in white was already slightly flushed, his lips stained with wine became even more bright red, and he staggered and walked towards him with a clear goal.

Ji Wuxian involuntarily took a step back, but Fu Mengsheng's drunken and hazy eyes were so charming,

He heard his heart beating wildly, and the feelings that had been suppressed for a long time surged out at this moment.

He didn't retreat, but stepped forward quickly, pressed Fu Mengsheng to the peach tree behind him, and leaned over to hold him down.

The distance between the two has never been so close, so close that Ji Wuxian can feel the warm breath of the other person, the fragrance of herbs mixed with the fragrance of wine in the clothes room makes his heart beat wildly, stirring his body indescribably joy.

Fu Mengsheng was not angry because of this abrupt and offensive behavior, but smiled slightly with the corners of his mouth raised, and he threw away the wine jar and whisk.

Then he stretched out his hand, gently rubbed the other's thin lips with his slender fingers, and said softly: "Wrong."

The Taoist's gentle caress had already made Ji Wuxian breathe lightly, a little confused, so he tremblingly said, "What... what's wrong?"

"The positions of you and me." Fu Mengsheng approached the ear of the young man in red and whispered.

Ji Wuxian's dazed mind has not yet understood the meaning of these words, his body has already been wrapped by a pair of powerful arms, and the world is spinning, the positions of the two are switched, and he is the one being pressed.