The villain has a white moonlight

At this time, the sun was setting and the sky was full of sunset, looking at the smile on the corner of the other party's mouth, and the tenderness in the pale amber eyes, Ji Wuxian felt as if he had been splashed with cold water from head to toe.

Eldest brother...does he really have a beloved woman? !

"Who is she?" Ji Wuxian managed to keep his tone calm.

"I'm sorry, if I tell you, you will feel troubled?" Lan Xizhi's beautiful face showed a trace of distress and sadness.

Ji Wuxian's heart beat heavier and heavier, so when it happened, whether the woman was Mu Qinyin or another girl, it didn't matter.

What kind of woman can make big brother hide it from him?

Ji Wuxian's temple throbbed suddenly, and it hurt like a needle prick. Sourness, depression, and anger were intertwined, and the flames of jealousy became more and more intense, making him feel like he was being burned.

"Brother, so you really want to give up the position of Patriarch for the one you love?"

"Yes."

"But father he..."

"Father has high hopes for both you and me." Lan Xizhi said calmly, "I will persuade him to cancel my engagement with Miss Xie."

Ji Wuxian couldn't help clenching his hands into fists, his nails sank into his palms, but he didn't feel any pain.

"Ah Xian, I know that Miss Xie is a good friend of your fellow practitioner, she is a good girl, but I don't want to force you on the matter of marriage, so please forgive me." Lan Xizhi looked at him apologetically.

"Brother misunderstood." Ji Wuxian shook his head, tried to calm down and said, "Actually, I... have already gone to Xiaoyu, and Jinling Xie will come to divorce the engagement in two days."

Lan Xizhi let out a soft breath: "Is Ah Xian going to be a middleman these days? Thank you. Xie's in Jinling, I will come to apologize in the future."

"Well, it's still the eldest brother who is thoughtful." Ji Wuxian lowered his head and said softly.

"Well, I'll go to Uring Ferry first."

After Lan Xizhi left, Ji Wuxian stood there for a long time, hearing the loud voices of denunciation and swearing from far to near, and stopped outside the gate, wave after wave.

Recently, there were many sects sitting outside Lan's mansion, demonstrating, gathering crowds, and walking, and they all used this to force the Lan family to destroy the flute.

Ji Wuxian was a little annoyed by the loud noises outside, so she turned around and walked back to her small courtyard, but when she got to the courtyard, the gates of the courtyard were opened wide, and they were turned upside down from inside to outside, and the servants were all silent. , was taken aback again, until he caught a glimpse of the eaves in front of the bedroom window, and finally understood what happened.

"Second Young Master, Master invites you to his study," the servant boy Xiaoping whispered, "He is very angry, Second Young Master, take care!"

Ji Wuxian stumbled to Lan Ting's study, knocked on the door and got permission, pushed the door open and entered, Lan Ting was picking up a brush to paint, among the flowing clouds and flowing water, the outline of the landscape painting had come out.

"Do you know why I summoned you?" Lan Ting didn't raise his head.

"Please tell my father."

Lan Ting threw away the pen, sat back on the chair, and glanced at him, with regret, anger and contempt in his eyes.

Ji Wuxian felt like falling into an ice cave, tremblingly said: "Father... I'm sorry."

"Am I the only one you're sorry for?!" Lan Ting threw down a string of wind chimes heavily, his beard trembling with anger: "What's your explanation for this?"

The wind chime made a messy jingle and fell in front of him. A piece of paper tied under the bell showed Lan Xizhi playing the zither under the peach blossom tree, and the scene painting of Lan Xianzhi playing the flute. It was Lan Xizhi's handmade gift to Ji Wuxian. One of many birthday gifts.

Compared with the original appearance, there are more lines of scribbled poems.

He added it, and he hung the wind chime under the eaves in front of the window for many years. He thought that no one would notice the small change in this small wind chime.

"My child has nothing to say." Ji Wuxian lowered his head and said softly.

But an inkstone flew over, splashing ink all over the ground, smashing his forehead until blood flowed out, and blinding his eyes.

Lan Ting subconsciously wanted to reach out to help him wipe it, but he retracted it tremblingly, pacing back and forth in the study angrily: "Nizi! Xi'er shouldn't have brought you back back then, if Yinghua hadn't cried and told me today, the former I went to add benzoin to you some days and heard your sleep talk... I don't know that you have such dirty thoughts about Xi'er all these years! This old man still doubts it! But...you...you really...you want to Are you mad at the old man?"

"Father calm down, what will father do with the child." Ji Wuxian knelt down and kowtowed three times: "You are welcome, just, just beg father, don't tell big brother."

"Shameless thing! If I don't tell him, do I still want him to be your brother and allow you to moles Xi'er with your filthy thoughts?" Lan Ting was so angry that he cursed and couldn't choose what to say.

"Father..." Ji Wuxian's shoulders trembled, he raised his head and said, "Please don't say that, I didn't..."

"No? You've been treating Xi'er in your dreams...it's really unreasonable!" Lan Ting paced back and forth in the room angrily.

Ji Wuxian lowered his head, knelt there and stopped talking.

"Get out, pack your things, leave Lan's house, and never come back." Lan Ting finally made up his mind and shouted.

"Father!" There seemed to be something like a silk thread wrapped around his limbs and nerves, and he pulled it hard. Ji Wuxian only felt a splitting headache, a feeling of weightlessness that gradually did not belong to him, from the other side of the invisible thread For a while, there seemed to be a hissing sound like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter.

"Are you deaf? Get lost!" Lan Ting kicked Ji Wuxian heartily.

The young man was kicked down and took a deep breath, but he couldn't bear it anymore.

Resentment, grievance, shame, and sad emotions were infinitely magnified and flooded him like a tide.

He stood up and patted the ashes off his body.

"How wronged? How much trouble did the Lan family have because of you? God knows what scandal you will do in the future!"

"Stinky old man, shut up, you're so annoying!" A hint of indifference and disgust appeared on Ji Wuxian's handsome face, and his voice was so hoarse that he didn't resemble himself.

It was Ji Wuxian who made the first move, and Lan Ting was killed by one blow without any precautions.

The maid who came to add candles screamed when she saw this scene. Before she ran away to call for help, she was cut off with a knife and her head was separated.

But the rest of the Lan family heard it, and when the monks and disciples arrived, they all turned pale with fright and drew their swords one after another.

The young man in red showed a strange smile, his eyes were red, and his golden pupils became dragon-like standing pupils. Holding a gorgeous scimitar in his hand, he began to kill wildly.

When Lan Xizhi rushed back, he saw the horrors of purgatory in front of his eyes. Shocked and heartbroken, he had no time to ask why.

"Kill him, and he will belong to you forever." The hissing voice like a poisonous snake sounded in Ji Wuxian's heart.

He tried his best not to listen to the bewitching snake language, but his body was no longer under his control.

Lan's two swords and swords faced each other, and the battle was in the dark. Under the hazy night, there were sometimes flowing lights and sword shadows piercing the void, and sometimes there was a hidden heart knife blowing over the roof.

After all, it was Mr. Lan Chang whose sword was superior. The pain of losing his father and his family was in his body, but the Liuguang sword that took his life deviated from Ji Wuxian's heart, and just handed over the silent flute.

It was this nostalgic kindness that made Ji Wuxian, who was almost insane, deal a heavy blow to Lan Xizhi.

When Lan Xizhi fell into a pool of blood, Mo Qing fell to the side, and Ji Wuxian woke up from the terrifying pleasure of killing.

"I killed elder brother, how could I... kill elder brother?!" He knelt down on the ground, in great grief and grief, his heart was crying loudly, but there was no sound outside him, only numbness remained.

In pain, Nai finally let out a cry and knelt down numbly.

The rioters outside heard that there was no movement inside, and broke in one after another, not to save people, but to fight for the ghost flute. A few days ago, they were still talking about benevolence, righteousness and morality, worrying about the cultivation world, and the ghost flute will not destroy them. They don't want to leave, but this time they want to take advantage of the decline of the Lan family and the serious injuries of the two sons to rob Hu Xiaoxiao.

However, when they saw Ji Wuxian, who was soaked in blood and hugged the young man in white and weeping, they all flinched, and when it was clear that he was seriously injured, he dared to kill the young man in red again.

The mob shouted and killed, Ji Wuxian gritted his teeth, leaned over and picked up Lan Xizhi, rushed to the courtyard to find a way out but failed, then rushed back to the courtyard, picked up the ghost flute from the pool of blood, and played it with his eyes closed. ring.

In the hoarse and strange flute sound, countless ghosts were summoned, and the corpses all over the door began to twist. Amidst the sound of bones falling apart, the puppet corpses crawled up from the ground and let out terrifying calls.The attack power of the puppet corpses was related to that of his life, and Lan Ting, who was among the corpses, was even more difficult to deal with.

It was another scuffle, he held Lan Xizhi's corpse in one hand, and a knife in the other, clearing the obstacles in front of him like chopping melons and vegetables, and with those puppet corpses restraining him, he escaped smoothly, but he didn't feel any ease.

He didn't know where he was going, he just walked helplessly through the night with tears in his eyes and a dazed heart.

"Ah Xian." A voice sounded softly behind him.

He turned around abruptly, pointing at it with the knife, and when he saw the person coming, some anger returned to his ashen face, and he seemed to see hope in despair: "Ms. Mu, save...save Xizhi."

"What's the matter? Mr. Lan left in such a hurry, I'm not at ease, so I came here to take a look." Mu Qinyin frowned, and came forward to inspect Lan Xizhi's situation, only took a look, but took a step back, incredulous: "How could it be, how could it be like this! Mr. Lan, he..." He couldn't speak, only tears fell down.

"Save...save him..." Ji Wuxian was severely injured by the Flowing Light Sword, and the bleeding did not stop while running blindly. After saying this, he was exhausted and collapsed.

"A-Xian, A-Xian." After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, he was awakened by a gentle voice.

When she opened her eyes, her eye sockets were red and her eyes were slightly swollen, as if Mu Qinyin had just cried.

Seeing him wake up, he said softly: "Ah Xian, fortunately, fortunately, you can still wake up." But he described it as haggard, with a sad look on his face

"Where's... big brother?" He sat up and asked in a daze.

"Ah Xian, drink the medicine first." Mu Qinyin held the medicine bowl and smiled at him, but tears welled up in her eyes.

"Tell me, big brother, what's wrong with him?" Ji Wuxian grabbed the medicine bowl and smashed it to the ground, splashing the brown medicine soup, as if his heart was churning.

"Sorry." Mu Qinyin finally couldn't help it, tears bursting into tears.

"Miss Mu, your medical skills are unparalleled in the world. You can save him. Where did you hide Xizhi? I'm going to find him! He must still be alive."

"Ah Xian, Mr. Lan... is really gone. You should live well, this is your elder brother's wish."

"Miss Mu..." Ji Wuxian was also extremely sad.

He still wanted to speak, but he was caught off guard by the silver needles sealing his acupoints, and Mu Qinyin laid him flat on the bamboo bed.