[Mo Dao Tongren] Chaomu·Twins

There was a hole in the ground, and one could tell it was damaged by spiritual power.

Amid the sound of the explosion, the little girl was seen burning with blood-red flames all over her body, while sporadic blue ice flames were running around in the fiery red, trying in vain to extinguish the red flames.

Wei Ziling approached the little boy in front of him step by step, his immature voice was tinged with hoarseness for no reason, "Give me back the wooden sword!"

The little boy sitting on the ground was still in shock, holding the small wooden sword that Jin Ling had given Wei Ziling in his hand.He held the hilt of the sword tremblingly, but he didn't intend to hand it over.Struggling to get up, he turned around and wanted to run towards the adults.

And Wei Ziling didn't leave any room for it, "Ceng—" suddenly walked in front of him, blocked his way, and chopped down with his little hand wrapped in flames with spiritual power——

"Wei Ziling!—" Wei Wuxian was about to rush forward, but Lan Wangji had already picked him up and hugged him in his arms.

The little boy had already rushed towards Nie Huaisang, crying loudly.

This boy is none other than the second youngest son of the Nie family, Nie Yumo.

While crying, he did not forget to hug the little wooden sword tightly, not wanting to be snatched away at all.

The little guy in Lan Wangji's arms struggled, his glass-colored pupils turned blood red at this moment, and his burning little body was icy cold, "That's mine!!"

"Wei Ziling, have you had enough trouble?" Wei Wuxian was in a hurry, angry and distressed, and was about to explode, but Lan Yinuo was standing in front of Lan Wangji at some point.He stroked Wei Ziling's forehead with a small hand, whirling gently, Wei Ziling gradually calmed down, the string in his heart broke, and the little girl fainted.

Everything happens between lightning and flint.

There was silence all around, except for Nie Yumo's intermittent sobs.

Wei WuXian couldn't care about the etiquette anymore, and his heart was in a mess.They wrapped Wei Ziling back to the quiet room, the child was running a fever, his little face was flushed, but his body and hands were as cold as snow.

Lan Wangji held Wei Ziling's small hand, and knit his brows tightly. He knew that the two children had never started practicing kung fu, and this ice and fire spiritual power was completely sealed in their small bodies. The two confronted each other. If used properly, It is a great achievement, if it is not used properly, it will hurt the internal organs, and the meridians will be cut off and you will die.

But Wei Ziling was different.The red spiritual power in her body was contaminated with evil spirit, suppressing the ice blue energy.

Therefore, God has no formula and Yi has no body, and one yin and one yang are called the Tao.But in Xiao Ziling's body, yin is more abundant than yang, unable to balance, difficult to replace, one careless move is in danger of extinction.

And where did this strong evil spirit come from?Needless to say, I know it well.

Wei Wuxian's heart is cut like a knife, naturally, it comes from himself.

He had nowhere to rest his regrets, watching Lan Wangji inject spiritual power into Wei Ziling's little hand, and temporarily use the ice blue spiritual power to temper the aura that was flowing in her body.The little girl's twitched eyebrows finally gradually unfolded, and she fell asleep peacefully after a while.

Wei Wuxian felt depressed, and after settling the children down, he walked out of the quiet room.

Snow fell outside at some point, and the wind lifted his robe, blowing it up in the cold.He clenched his hands into fists, unaware that his nails were embedded in the flesh, bleeding was oozing out.

He thought that everything in the previous life had gone away in the hustle and bustle, but he didn't expect that it was all just an illusion.In this life, he is very grateful to God, and feels that God has pity on him and keeps such three good people by his side.But who knows that in the happiness, a cancerous tumor is planted, and it will explode if you are not careful, swallowing everything that seems to be safe now.And he couldn't blame God, he couldn't blame anyone, he could only blame himself.

Blame myself for entering the magic way, sucking evil energy, giving birth to Ziling, and giving her such spiritual power.

He was in a trance for a while, wondering if it would have been better if they hadn't been born in the first place.

The snow-white fox fur was wrapped around his upper body, Wei Wuxian was startled, and turned to see Lan Wangji looking down at him.

"Zi Ling is fine," Lan Wangji paused, and continued, "I have checked Yinuo, he is fine."

Hearing this, Wei Wuxian's heart, which was as gray as ash, shone a little light.It's a blessing that Lan Yinuo didn't have a cold and hot body.Ke Ziling... Thinking of this, he fell into the abyss again.

Lan Wangji knew that in this situation, Wei Wuxian would definitely fall into self-blame.He held Wei Wuxian's arms with both hands, and said, "Wei Ying, it's not your fault."

The eyes of the person in front of him were dim, and the corners of his mouth were trembling forbearance, but at the end he made a forced smile: "Well, I know." But he clearly didn't know.

"You trust me?" Lan Wangji asked.

The person in front of him nodded indifferently, and his soul seemed to drift away into the colorful snow, sinking into the vastness.

"If you believe me, I will take them to practice together, teach them how to use spiritual power skillfully, and how to control their breath. How about it?"

Wei Wuxian nodded.

"How could the Lan family's skill and mentality over the past century be uncontrollable? What's more, Zi Ling is born with a spirit and intelligence, so he will be fine." Lan Wangji looked firmly in his eyes.

Wei Wuxian kissed his lips, this kiss was a little cold and desperate, but also warm from it, wrapped in trust and determination.

Nothing will happen to the two children.

The teaching for the two regiments began.

The matter of scrambling for the small wooden sword will not be so simple.It should be punished.Although his own things were robbed, but he fought privately in Yunshen's unknown place, he must be punished, not to mention that Lan Wangji used to be the one who handled the punishment.

Little Wei Ziling was ordered to stand on his head all morning.Her little face was flushed red, and even though it was winter, sweat dripped down her cheeks drop by drop.

Lan Yinuo was not idle either, he voluntarily accompanied his sister to be punished.The two little guys were trembling, but they both gritted their teeth and resisted.

"Kind of backbone, um, like me." Wei WuXian chewed on an apple, going to supervise him from time to time.Don't look at him taking the twins to play and fight in various ways on weekdays, but he will never be merciful when he really practices.

Everything starts from the very basics.

Literacy and reading, standing meditation, physical training.Every day is arranged to be full and appropriate.Although the two little guys are young, they really have the perseverance of the Lan family and the tenacity of the Wei family.Winter goes to spring, and summer solstice comes quietly.The twins grew up little by little.

But no matter what, she is still a baby.On this day, the twins have to finish copying the last chapter of the scriptures.However, he became sleepy while copying, and even Yinuo, who is usually self-disciplined, also dozed off.

Seeing this, Wei Wuxian took a small ruler and lightly tapped the heads of the two little guys, "Don't sleep, you guys are done copying, rest tomorrow, I'll take you back to Lianhuawu to pick the lotus pod!"

ah!There was a golden light in the eyes of the two groups.

I can finally go out and play! !

The author has something to say: Pick lotus pods happily.

But how can I let them just pick a lotus pod so easily?

grinning...