I am a cult

Actually, before Jin Guangyao's coffin sealing ceremony was held, Lan Sizhui had come to find Jin Ling, and he had just recovered his childhood memories at that time.

"A Ling, my original name is Wen Yuan, I am the blood of the Qishan Wen Sect, and I am also the remnant of the Wen Sect that was once captured and punished by everyone..."

Lan Sizhui told him everything, about his life experience, about Yiling Mass Burial Mound, about Wei Wuxian, who loved and protected him, but that memory that was originally forgotten was his first and greatest memory. Warm and beautiful.

Jin Ling cried uncontrollably, the Wen family was an enemy, and the Wen family killed his father.

Lan Sizhui and Wen Yuan are the same person.

However, he will not hate Lan Sizhui, just like he also cannot hate those people, Wei Wuxian, Wen Ning, Jin Guangyao...

Each of them should be responsible for the death of his father and mother. Each of them should have made him hate it, but it seems that because of one reason or another, he... stand up.

For example, Wei Wuxian, should Jin Ling hate him?

Yes, one should hate him, hating him for killing his father and mother and leaving him alone and helpless, but hating him can only make himself more sad.

If you hate Wei Wuxian, does your uncle hate him less than him?

However, after his uncle shed tears in front of so many people, Jin Ling knew that his uncle would never hate Wei Wuxian again.

Or in other words, from the beginning to the end, Uncle didn't hate Wei Wuxian as much as he thought.

Another example is Wen Ning, is he wrong?

He was wrong, his background was wrong, he didn't hurt anyone but he bore Wen's sins.

He was right again, even though he was refined into a high-level murderous corpse by Wei Wuxian, he never did evil, his evil was just a struggle against fate.

What Jin Ling remembered was that Wen Ning actually saved him several times, and also saved his uncle.

Another example is Jin Guangyao...

Thinking of Jin Guangyao who was sealed in the coffin, Jin Ling cried even harder.

That's all...

In his life, he might not have the right to resent anyone. Thinking about it like this made him feel extremely wronged. Did he deserve to be born without a father and mother?

I heard that Niangqin is the most gentle and kind woman in the world, and the lotus root pork rib soup she made is the most delicious, but he has never tasted it.

It is said that father is the most energetic child of the aristocratic family, he is handsome and handsome, and his mother is the most suitable pair of sons and daughters.

"Father, mother..."

Perhaps, after crying this time, he will not be able to cry again. How can the future Xiandu keep crying?

After crying, he will still use his father's sword to cast down demons, and use his eyes and heart to distinguish right from wrong in this world.

That day, he cried for a long time, Lan Sizhui kept comforting him, the man looked sad, as if he had bullied him.

And Lan Jingyi frowned, watching his tears fall like money, her face was full of disgust, but she still didn't say any mocking words.

It didn't take long before the coffin-sealing ceremony hosted by Sect Master Nie of Qinghe. After the ceremony, facing the huge seals that sealed Chifeng Zun Nie Mingjue and Lianfang Zun Jin Guangyao, Nie Huaisang, who was always gentle and weak, had a sneer on his face. A weird sense of relief.

Jin Ling saw it.

He also almost heard about the secret from his uncle, and knew that Nie Huaisang had planned his little uncle's ruin, in order to avenge his elder brother Chifeng Zun Nie Mingjue.

He thought, so all hatred is not without reason, and hatred is destined to be harder to let go than love.

"Sect Master Nie, I will take my leave first, and we will meet later."

Nie Huaisang looked at Jin Ling, looked at his clear eyes, and suddenly smiled.

His hand seemed to touch Jin Ling's eyes, but he stopped again. He said softly, "Little Jin Ling, you are stronger than me, and there are things you want to do other than hate you. At first, I Nothing but revenge."

Regardless of whether it was the old Qinghe who "asked three questions", or the current Sect Master Nie who was planning strategies, he was just a young man who was well protected under the wings of his elder brother at first, innocent and ignorant of world affairs, and his eyes were full of ignorance. A piece of crystal clear.

Jin Ling pursed his lips.

"Little Jinling, I saw you crying again just now. Are you crying about your little uncle?"

"……Um."

"Little Jinling, do you hate me?"

Jin Ling hesitated for a moment, then shook his head lightly.

Nie Huaisang smiled, the fan half-hid his face, revealing a pair of watery, curved eyes.

Jin Ling found that he was actually very gentle when he smiled.

Afterwards, Jiang Cheng came to look for Jin Ling. He looked wary towards Nie Huaisang, afraid that this guy pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger would do something again.

Jiang Cheng said, "Jin Ling, go back to Lanling, I'll go with you."

"Okay, Jiang... Sect Master Jiang."

"It's the other way around, you little bastard, you don't even call uncle?"

"Uncle, you wronged me. You obviously said that you should not be too casual in front of the sect masters of the immortal sects. You didn't let me call you uncle. Why are you blaming me now?"

"If you dare to talk back, I'll break your leg."

"Uncle, you are unreasonable, I, I want to run away from home..."

Afterwards came the ceremony of succeeding the suzerain of the Jin family. Although it was done in a bit of a hurry, the four great immortal families still had the dignity they should have. In addition to Yunmeng's Jiang Cheng and Qinghe's Nie Huaisang, the one from the Lan family to watch the ceremony was Lan Wangji. And Wei Wuxian, I heard that the suzerain Lan Xichen is in retreat.

However, Lord Hanguang's reputation is no less famous than Lord Zewu's, and the matter of the Taoist couple is even more famous in the world.

Although the Yiling Patriarch who ran out again was a bit evil, the ceremony went very smoothly.

However, Jin Ling, who had just become the head of the family, became impatient after staying in Jinlin Terrace for a few months. He is impatient to say some extremely tedious things.

Endure, endure, he finally couldn't bear it anymore.

When his uncle came to Jinlin Terrace to urge him to learn how to deal with affairs, he left a letter and ran away with Suihua sword.

After all, he still couldn't stay, he sent a letter to Gusu Lan's, the letter was for Lan Sizhui, and asked them to pick him up during the night hunt, anyway, Jinlin Terrace has an uncle, so there is no fear of any trouble.

He was very happy when he saw Lan Sizhui, he was very happy when Lan Sizhui was protecting him, he was very happy when Lan Sizhui made his bed, he was very happy when Lan Sizhui slept with him, no matter what he was with Lan Sizhui, he was happy. All happy.

In the past few months, the ups and downs of mood, and all kinds of complications and contradictions were finally relieved, when Lan Sizhui held his hand...

On the second day, Lan Sizhui was the first to wake up out of habit, and turned to see that Jin Ling and Lan Jingyi were still sleeping.

Because it was outside, he would not let others abide by the Lan family's house rules with him, and it was still early, so he thought about letting Jin Ling sleep a little longer.

As for Lan Jingyi, this guy is obviously the direct blood of the Lan family, but he is a different kind of person in his bones. He is good at everything from opportunistic and clever, but he can also pretend to be a dignified and dignified stance.

Lan Sizhui admits that it is precisely because of having a brother with a lively personality like Lan Jingyi that he feels alive everywhere. Even if they are not real brothers, their affection for each other is better than that of real brothers.

He didn't hide his background from Jin Ling, and naturally he didn't hide it from Lan Jingyi, anyway, Lan Jingyi didn't care about these things.

He got up and put on his clothes lightly, washed his hair briefly, and tied his hair. Seeing that the two of them were still asleep, Lan Sizhui thought about getting some warm water with a basin in his hand. cold.

He had only been out for a while, and when he came back, he opened the door of the room, only to see Jin Ling and Lan Jingyi fighting on the bed, and the pillows flew out.

"Why did you fight again?"

Jin Ling's clothes were disheveled and his hair was hanging down. He pointed at Lan Jingyi and complained, "SiZhui, this guy doesn't sleep well. He kicked me."

Lan Jingyi stared, and said: "It's obviously the eldest lady, you didn't sleep well, you stepped on my stomach, as hard as you stepped on a bug..."

"I didn't, you kicked me first."

"You have it, and you still don't admit it?"

"No……"

The two of them stretched their necks and choked, neither of them willing to give in. Lan Jingyi slapped the pillow, and Jin Ling lifted the quilt to suffocate him. Almost wrestled on the bed.

Lan Sizhui put down the water basin, helplessly persuaded the fight, and said, "Okay, okay, you're all right, it's my fault, you two will have nothing to say while I'm sleeping tomorrow, right?"

Lan Jingyi shouted: "No, Missy really knows how to step on people."

Jin Ling also shouted: "No, what if Lan Jingyi kicks you again?"

Lan Sizhui: "..."

What are you two going to do?

After all, Jin Ling didn't want to see Lan Sizhui make things difficult, he didn't want to make things difficult for the naive Lan Jingyi, so he got up and took the Jin Xingxuelang robe and put it on.

Lan Jingyi was puzzled, and said, "Missy has changed her temper? Isn't she usually relentless?"

"You, don't bully him all the time."

"How could I bully him? Obviously he bullied me first."

Complaining is all about complaining, but he still took his clothes and put them on, his hands and feet were very agile, he first put on a snow-white bunt and then a coat, combed his hair, tied moiré patterns on his forehead, and looked like a jade-like Lanjia again. son.

And Jin Ling was not as fast as him. After putting on the complicated Jin Xingxuelang robe, he started to tie his hair clumsily again. Fortunately, no one urged him to do it.

Finally, he took out another box that looked like rouge, and it seemed that he was going to order a little cinnabar between the eyebrows.

He took out the small bronze mirror, and was about to light the cinnabar, but he heard Lan Sizhui say, "A Ling, let me light the cinnabar for you, okay?"

Jin Ling pursed his lips, smiled a little happily, and then nodded heavily.

Lan Sizui came over and took the cinnabar and brush from his hand, while Jin Ling looked at him expectantly with the small bronze mirror.

It's really beautiful...

Jin Ling's appearance followed his father's, and was somewhat like his little uncle Jiang Cheng, a combination of Yunmeng's beauty and Lanling's dignity, with slender eyebrows and almond eyes, extremely handsome.

Silver threads and golden threads on the chest are slender, and the petals are stacked with Venus snow waves, which is extremely luxurious, and only his face is not inferior in the slightest.