The villain has a white moonlight

Whatever you want, Ah Li, you can do whatever you want. "Ji Wuxian lowered his eyes and said in a low voice.

"I'm going to kill you, and pay for my mother's life!" Wang Siyuan drew his sword and charged at the young man in red, his voice was already crying.

"Siyuan!"

"Friend!"

Ignoring the worrying calls of the people around him, the young man in the red-clothed man had already rushed to the young man in red with his sword in his hand. Ji Wuxian didn't take a step back, and opened his hand to let the sharp long sword penetrate his body.

Wang Siyuan stared blankly at the long sword in his hand, the bright red blood dripped along the sharp edge of the sword, the hand holding the sword trembled very much, he tried his best to make himself stronger, he just wanted to kill the enemy one day, but Yinming Guishouji Wuxian, he just stood there and let him kill him!

"What are you? The guilt and pity of the murderer, do you need to die to ask me to forgive you?" Wang Siyuan said angrily, "Aunt Donggong has always felt that you have difficulties. Sister Xie has been waiting for you for a reason. Even uncle... …After Lianwu Mountain, there is no longer any intention to kill you, but Ji Wuxian, I don’t believe you are really innocent!”

Ji Wuxian looked at the boy in front of him. When he saw Wang Siyuan for the first time, the boy was only two years old, and he was still a little doll carved in powder and jade. He pulled the corner of Mu Qinyin's clothes, hid behind his mother, and leaned out half of his body , Xiaoxiao politely called him Uncle Xian.

But he killed Mu Qinyin a few days later, and almost killed the child...

"I'm sorry, Ah Li, I just... want to make you feel better, why... you don't seem to have it."

"Ji Gouzi, who do you think you are, your life and death can't affect Siyuan's mood." Xie Shaoyu held the feather arrow and said angrily.

"Since you want to kill me... why did you deviate from the position of your heart?" Ji Wuxian raised his hand to cover the wound, fresh blood flowed out from between his fingers, took a deep breath, and forced a smile on his pale face, "Ah Li, You are as kind as your mother."

"What right do you have to mention my mother?" Wang Siyuan withdrew his sword, tears rolling down his face uncontrollably: "Are you worthy? You killed her yourself!"

"Yes, I did it..." Ji Wuxian took a deep breath, closed his eyes and said, "If you want to kill me, I won't have any objections."

A mistake is a mistake, this is what he owes Siyuan, and it is not a bad idea to pay a life for a life.

Wang Siyuan's hand holding the sword tightened, but his body was trembling.

"You don't need to have any psychological burden to kill your enemies and eliminate harm for the people." Ji Wuxian said in a low voice.

"Ji Gouzi, shut up, do you think everyone is as inhuman as you?" Xie Shaoyu pulled Wang Siyuan over and gave Ji Wuxian a look, "Ji Gouzi is full of tricks, the last time Lianwushan faked his death, Who knows what method he wants to use to get rid of the golden cicada this time, don't tell him too much, I'll put the signal flares and call more people."

Having said that, Xie Shaoyu hesitated and failed to throw the signal bomb out. Wang Siyuan also held the long sword tightly and did not make another move. During the stalemate, there was a woman's chuckle.

"Oh, my heart is really softened. The mood of young people is really unpredictable." A gust of wind blew up on the flat ground, blowing the peach blossoms in all directions, and the flowers and rain rustled. A pretty woman came with a peach blossom fan, the corners of her mouth fluttered, her gait was light, and she was surrounded by a cloud of mist. With her arrival, the mist filled the courtyard. The monks were enveloped by the mist, and they had no way to fight back With force, the weapons clanged and fell to the ground, and people also fell down one after another.

Little Ai Po, who had been sulking under the tree before but failed to beg for a hug, got up vigilantly, and realized that the person who came was not kind. With a "woof", he jumped up in front of the white-clothed Taoist, arched his back, and bared fiercely at the woman. Teeth, issued a "bululu" warning sound.

"Daoist Fu Mengsheng, ghost head, long time no see!" The woman unfolded her folding fan and covered her lips with a smile, "Your little dog is getting better and better, really good."

Xiao Aipo's ears immediately perked up when he heard the words, but when he understood the enemy's praise or ridicule, he "barked" a few times angrily.

Ji Wuxian had already stepped forward, blocking Fu Mengsheng and the boys behind him, and said coldly, "Don't talk too much about the dead, who are you? What's the matter?"

"Ah, ghost heads are always easy to forget things. We saw it on the White Pagoda of Youlong and Buguiya, so forget it if you don't remember." The woman in pink smiled slightly. Incense, but can you still smell the ashes?"

"En. Miss Siyue, what's the matter this time?" Fu Mengsheng said calmly.

"Master Daoist, you have clearly remembered the past, why are you still so indifferent to Siyue?" Wu Siyue said with a smile that was not a smile.

"What happened in the past?" Ji Wuxian heard the words, very annoyed.

"Oh, ghost head, don't misunderstand me. Daoist Fu Mengsheng and I are not the kind of past you think."

"I said the second time, dead people don't talk so much nonsense." Ji Wuxian put his hand on the saber at his waist, and said coldly.

He noticed that Fu Mengsheng, who had been silent all this time, had long since lost his gentle smile, and for the first time a look of distress and struggle appeared on Ruyu's face, and he felt faintly uneasy.

"Okay, then I'll get down to business." Wu Siyue took a step forward, put her right hand on her heart, and bowed slightly: "Daoist, or should I call you His Royal Highness, the servant of the gods, Wu Siyue , come to take you back to your homeland."

"Your Royal Highness is in Menghuai River. Loyalty is your duty, servant of the gods." Fu Mengsheng said in a cool tone, his whole body was shrouded in frost, and a thin layer of frost had condensed on the surface of the bronze mirror in his hand.

Ji Wuxian had never seen Fu Mengsheng with such an expression, which made him feel strange, yet somewhat familiar.

"The servant of God is loyal to the country," Wu Siyue said, "The wheel of fate has begun to turn. You will have a showdown with him. He will wait for you at the Yuyi site."

"Understood." Fu Mengsheng nodded.

"My friend, I don't quite understand..."

"You don't need to understand," Fu Mengsheng closed his eyes and said coldly, "but you have to remember to hate Lan Xizhi and Daozi."

After speaking, with a flick of his sleeves, a gust of wind whizzed in. The wide sleeves of his white clothes flew like silver waves, and there was a hint of sharpness between his handsome brows. In this way, Ji Wuxian stood there in a daze, unaware of Xiao Aipo's wild barking and the exclamation of the teenagers, letting the green tide submerge him bit by bit, Fu Mengsheng turned and left to meet Wu Mengsheng. The back figure that does not miss, is his last impression in the darkness.

And the dusty memories finally came surging.

The Moon War is over, and the dark period under Tang's rule has finally passed, and Zhengdao has also paid a heavy price, and everything is waiting to be done.

Ji Wuxian insisted on silent love, and played a xiao sound against all ghosts, bloodbathed the Tang family, and was praised by everyone. It became one of the three major battles that affected the final battle along with Piercing Cloud Arrow and Wang Shuotiao. However, during the post-war reconstruction period , Xiujie's attitude towards silent feelings remaining in the world has become more and more subtle.

The Cloud Piercing Arrow has been destroyed and Wang Shuo is dead, but Lan Xianzhi, who practiced the way of ghosts, possesses such a powerful and destructive ghost weapon, which is really disturbing.

Although the war was over, the terrifying atmosphere brought by the Tang Corporation still cast a huge shadow on Xiujie, making the Gusu Lan Corporation's calls for destroying the flute louder and louder.

"This thing is ominous, it must be destroyed." When Ji Wuxian and Lan Xizhi were running around Gusu to resume reconstruction, Lan Ting recalled him alone and gave the final order.

"Father, I can control it well, trust me, I just..." Ji Wuxian said eagerly.

"This is an order, I will give you three days." Lan Ting's attitude was very tough.

He knelt outside Lan Ting's house for a day and a night, but he heard Lan Ting ordering someone to propose marriage to the Xie family in Jinling.

He found Xie Niyu and asked her to divorce her. The other party looked at him in surprise: "Old Tie, I know you are doing it for my own good, and I am planning to do so, but if you have something to say, point your flute at me." What are you doing? Do you have a ghost flute and you are all gone, or do you think that I, the Xie family of Jinling, can't hold a knife anymore? Do you want to learn music skills with me?"

He froze for a moment, apologized and fled in a hurry.

Only then did he realize that his behavior seemed a little out of control.

Back in Gusu, he wanted to consult with Lan Xizhi about countermeasures, but he overheard the dispute between his brother and his father.

In my impression, that was the first time my eldest brother had argued with his father.

"My father disagrees."

"Father!"

"You have a long-standing marriage contract with Miss Xie, not to mention that Mu Qinyin is only a casual cultivator, and the family is a good match. As the future head of the Lan family, you should know your responsibilities."

"Baby's decision has nothing to do with Miss Mu, father, please don't misunderstand."

"It doesn't matter whether it's her or any other girl," Lan Ting said angrily, "Now that the Langya Wang family is in the limelight, you, as the future head of the Lan family, must marry the Jinling Xie family."

"Does father insist on this?"

"There is no turning back this time."

"Then, please forgive me for not taking over the position of Patriarch."

"What did you say?!" Accompanied by the roar, there was the sound of the teacup breaking.

"The child has a disability, the owner of the Lan family, Ah Xian will do better than me."

"Xi'er! Are you going to be mad at me as a father? Although Xian'er was once a good son of my Lan family, but now he has evil thoughts in his heart, as a father, he will never let him take over the Lan family!"

Ji Wuxian turned around and left silently, crossed the corridor bridge silently, turned around the rockery, and walked towards the gate of Lan Mansion with heavy steps, saw the gate from a distance, and hesitated on the boulevard again, did not bump into the overgrown flowers and trees, but into a warm embrace.

"Ah Xian." Lan Xizhi chuckled, closed the folding fan in his hand and pushed aside the flower branches in front of him: "What are you thinking, so lost in thought?"

"Brother." Ji Wuxian was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head, looking at the shadows of the hibiscus flowers and trees: "I just walked around casually, thinking about nothing."

"Oh." Lan Xizhi didn't ask any more questions, just smiled and said, "These flowers and trees should be pruned."

Ji Wuxian looked at the person in front of him with some surprise. The silver thread on the white robe and blue clothes was woven into curly cloud patterns. He stepped on cloud shoes, his black hair was neatly tied up by a silver crown, and he smiled warmly while shaking his folding fan, hiding his emotions. very good.

Even though he had a dispute with his father just now, he would not infect others with his emotions, and his demeanor still made people feel like a spring breeze, so beautiful, Lan Xizhi.

A certain thought swept through his mind again. At some point, he had a strange feeling about this nominal elder brother. For countless nights, he tossed and turned, telling himself over and over again, no, don’t think too much, Can't be greedy, can't... let Lan Xizhi hate himself because of it.But whenever he saw that figure, he couldn't avoid his fall.

"Brother, are you going out?" Ji Wuxian tried to calm down and asked calmly.

"Well, Miss Mu is going to participate in the Hundred Medical Association in Gusu this time. I will pick her up at Wulingdu today." Lan Xizhi nodded.

"Brother, Miss Mu, is it your... the one you like?"

Lan Xizhi was slightly surprised that Ji Wuxian would ask this question, hesitated a little, and said with a faint smile, "Brother already has someone he loves, but it's not Miss Mu."