The day after meeting Luo Qingyang and his wife, the two came to a small town in Guangling.
Wei Wuxian raised his hand between his brows, saw the fluttering guise of a drink in front of him, and said, "Let's rest ahead."
Lan Wangji nodded, and the two walked side by side.
After the night at the Guanyin Temple in Yunmeng, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji walked together, taking Little Apple on a safari in all directions. They were still "in trouble, they will come out". They heard that there were evil spirits disturbing people's livelihood. Go to visit, raise your hand to solve, and enjoy the local customs and customs by the way. For three months like this, I closed my ears and did not hear about Xianmen, so I felt at ease.
When he entered the restaurant, he sat down at an unobtrusive corner table, and the shop assistant stepped forward to say hello, looking at the bearing of the two of them, seeing the sword on Lan Wangji's waist, and the flute on Wei Wuxian's waist, he couldn't help but think of them. Connect with a certain two people who have been rumored during this time. After staring at it for a while, the white-clothed guest was indeed not wearing the Gusu Lan's forehead wipe, so he was not sure.
Wei Wuxian ordered wine, while Lan Wangji ordered a few dishes. Wei Wuxian listened to his low voice calling out the name of the dish, with one hand on his cheek and the other under the table, his fingers wrapped around a snow-white forehead, his face filled with a smile. When the guy went down, he said, "Can you eat so many spicy dishes?"
Lan WangJi picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and said softly, "Sit down."
Wei WuXian said, "There's no tea in the cup."
"..." Lan Wangji filled the teacup and brought it to his lips again.
After a while, he said again: "... Sit down."
Wei WuXian said, "I'm not sitting well? I didn't put my legs on the table like I used to."
After holding back for a moment, Lan Wangji said, "Then don't put it anywhere else."
Wei Wuxian asked blankly, "Where did I put it?"
Lan Wangji: "… "
Wei WuXian said, "Second Young Master Lan has so many demands. Why don't you teach me how to sit."
Lan WangJi put down the teacup, looked at him, fluttered his sleeves, and was about to get up and teach him a good lesson, when the table in the lobby suddenly burst into laughter.
One person on the table gloated and said, "I knew that Jin Guangyao's way of doing things was going to fall sooner or later! I've been waiting for this day for a long time, and I was finally stabbed out, hum! It's true that good and evil will be rewarded, and the way of heaven is reincarnated!"
At first glance, Wei Wuxian felt very cordial. The tone and content of this man's scolding were very familiar. He just changed the target of the scolding, and couldn't help but listen carefully. A cultivator held chopsticks and pointed at Jiang Shan: "Sure enough, what has been said throughout the ages is true! These people above, the brighter the surface, the more filthy the back!"
"Yes, there is no good thing, what kind of gentleman is respected, and which one is not dressed in skin to show people."
One person took a sip of wine, ate meat, and spittle while eating: "By the way, this Sisi was also a famous celebrity in Goulan, so old, I didn't even recognize it, it's fucking disgusting, Jin Guangshan. This is a miserable death, hahahahaha…”
"It's also a shame that Jin Guangyao came up with that method to kill his father. Perfect match. Perfect!"
"I'm just wondering, why didn't this Jin Guangyao kill that old prostitute? The witness should be silenced, isn't he stupid?"
"How do you know he's stupid? He's Jin Guangshan's seed, and maybe he's also a romantic seed. Maybe he has a special taste, and he also has that kind of relationship with Sisi... Hey, what's the secret relationship?"
"Hehe, even though I think so too, isn't it still rumored that Jin Guangyao has been frightened into a hidden illness because he committed adultery with his own sister, and he is too determined but powerless, hahaha..."
These gossips and choreographed words are really familiar. Wei WuXian remembered that countless people had said that he had kidnapped thousands of virgins day and night in the burial mound demon cave. It was inexplicably funny, and he thought: "Well, it's better to say this than me. The strengths of Jin Guangyao."
The words behind him became more and more unpleasant, and Lan Wangji's brows furrowed. Fortunately, there were normal people at the table who couldn't listen anymore, so one of them whispered, "Keep your voice down... it's not good. if."
The laughing people said nonchalantly, "What are you afraid of, no one here knows us."
"That's right! Besides, what if you are overheard? You care about people talking and farting?"
"Do you think the current Lanling Jin Clan is still the original Lanling Jin Clan? Can you control the mouths of others? Do you have the ability to be as arrogant as before? I don't like to listen and hold back!"
One person changed the subject: "It's alright, let's talk about what to do, eat vegetables and eat vegetables. No matter how much this Jin Guangyao made troubles before his death, now he can only be trapped in a coffin and fight with Nie MingJue."
"I can't see enough. The enemy is very jealous when he meets him. His corpse and bones have to be torn apart by Nie MingJue."
"No! I went to the coffin sealing ceremony, and the grievances around the coffin were so heavy that nothing would grow for a mile! I doubt that the coffin can really seal them for a hundred years?"
"I don't want you to worry about it. It's all a headache for those families. Anyway, the Lanling Jin Sect is finished, and the world has changed completely."
"However, at the coffin sealing ceremony, Zewu-Jun's face was so bad."
"Isn't it bad? The coffin is filled with his two righteous brothers. The younger generation in the family runs around with a murderous corpse all day long, and the night hunter still needs the murderous corpse to help relieve the siege! No wonder he has been in seclusion all day. Lan Wangji If I don't go back, I think Lan Qiren will scold the street..."
Lan Wangji: "… "
Wei Wuxian chuckled. The discussion continued: "Speaking of which, this time the coffin sealing ceremony is quite impressive. Nie Huaisang did a good job? When he asked Ying for help, I thought he would definitely screw it up.
"Me too! Who would have known that he was not worse off than Lan Qiren."
Hearing their surprise, Wei Wuxian thought, what is this? In the next few decades, maybe this patriarch of the Qinghe Nie Sect will gradually begin to show his edge and continue to bring more surprises to the world.
The food came, and so did the wine. Wei Wuxian filled a glass and drank it slowly.
Suddenly, he heard the voice of a young man: "Is that Yin Tiger Talisman in that coffin?"
There was a sudden silence in the restaurant, and after a moment, one person said, "Then who knows, maybe it's there. Jin Guangyao doesn't put the Yin Tiger Talisman on his body, where else can he put it?"
"But I can't say for sure. Isn't the Yin Tiger Talisman just a piece of scrap metal now? It's useless."
The young man sat alone at a table, holding the sword in his arms, and said, "Is that coffin really strong enough? What if someone wanted to see if the Yin Tiger Talisman was inside?"
Someone immediately shouted: "Who dares!"
"The Nie Clan of Qinghe, the Lan Clan of Gusu, and the Jiang Clan of Yunmeng have all sent people to guard the cemetery. Which one ate the gall of a bear's heart and a leopard?"
The crowd joined in. The young man stopped speaking, took a sip from the tea bowl on the table, and seemed to be dispelled. However, his eyes did not change.
Wei Wuxian has seen this kind of look on many people's faces. And he knew it would never be the last time he saw it.
After leaving the restaurant, Wei Wuxian was still sitting on the little apple, and Lan Wangji walked in front with the rope.
Staggering on the little donkey, Wei Wuxian took out the flute from his waist and brought it to his lips. Qingyue's flute sounds like birds flying across the sky, Lan Wangji paused and listened silently.
It was the song he sang to Wei Wuxian when he was trapped at the bottom of the Xuanwu Cave of Slaughter.
It is also the song that Wei Wuxian blew out on Dafan Mountain after his rebirth and let Lan Wangji confirm his identity.
At the end of the song, Wei Wuxian blinked his left eye at Lan Wangji and said, "How is it, I play it well, right?"
Lan WangJi nodded slowly and said, "It's rare."
Wei Wuxian knew that "rarely" meant that he had a good memory for a while, so he couldn't help laughing, "Don't be so angry about this, it was my fault in the past, isn't it? Besides, my memory is not good, I should blame my mother for this. ."
Lan Wangji said, "Why?"
Wei Wuxian put his arms on Xiaomai's donkey head, Chen Qing flew up in his hands, and said, "My mother said, you have to remember what others treat you, not what you treat others. Good. Don't hold so many things in your heart, that's how you will be happy and comfortable."
It was also one of the few things he could remember about his parents.
His thoughts flew for a moment, and Wei Wuxian pulled him back again. Seeing Lan Wangji looking at him intently, he said, "My mother also said..."
Hearing that he didn't say the second half of the sentence, Lan Wangji asked, "What did you say?"
Wei Wuxian hooked his fingers at him with a solemn expression, and Lan Wangji got closer. Wei Wuxian leaned down and whispered in his ear, "... Said you were already mine."
Lan Wangji's brows moved slightly, just as he was about to open his lips, Wei Wuxian hurriedly said, "I don't know shame, I'm not serious, I'm bored, I'm frivolous, and I'm talking nonsense again, right? Well, I'll help you. Come on. Just a few words to go, it’s really the same as before. I’m also yours, it’s even, okay?”
As fast as he can speak, Lan Wangji will never be able to beat Wei Wuxian. He said in a low voice, "You can do what you say."
Wei WuXian tugged at the reins of Xiaohua Donkey and said, "But seriously, I have more than eighty names for this song, and you are not satisfied with any of them?"
Lan WangJi said firmly, "No."
Wei WuXian said, "Why is this? I think it would be nice to call it Lan Zhan and Wei Ying's Love Song."
Lan WangJi was speechless. Wei WuXian said nonsense again: "Or the song "Hanguang Yiling Tiantian Tiantian" is also very good. It's a story when I listen to it..."
Lan WangJi didn't want to hear any new names anymore, and said, "Yes."
Wei WuXian asked, "What?"
Lan Wangji said, "Name."
Wei Wuxian said in surprise, "Yes? If there is any, you should have said it earlier, what is it called. Then you haven't told me, it's made me think of the name for you for so long, and it's a waste of my ingenuity."
After a moment of silence, Lan Wangji said, "'Wang Xian'."
Wei Wuxian said, "Huh?"
Lan Wangji said, "The title of the song is "Forgotten Envy"."
Wei Wuxian opened his eyes.
For a moment, he delivered: "Hahaha, are you Lan Zhan? When did you get it? Ha ha ha ..."
Lan Wangji seemed to have long expected Wei Wuxian's reaction to be this way. Seeing him leaning back and forth on Little Apple's back, he could only shake his head slightly. There are also hazy ripples spreading out.
He raised his hand to support Wei Wuxian's waist, preventing him from falling off the back of the donkey. After finally laughing enough, Wei Wuxian said solemnly, "'Forgetting Xian', very good, great! I like it. Yes, it should be called this name."
Lan Wangji said expressionlessly, "I like it too."
Wei WuXian said, "It sounds very elegant, very righteous, very GusuLan Sect, I think it can be directly included in your family's score collection, and all the GusuLan Sect disciples must study this piece. If they ask, Hanguang-Jun, What's the name of the song? You can tell them how the song came about."
Hearing him start talking nonsense again, Lan Wangji directly grabbed Wei Wuxian's little apple, grasped the thin rope tightly in his palm, and continued to walk forward. Wei Wuxian was still talking, "Where are we going next? It's been a long time since I drank the emperor, why don't we go back to Gusu and go to Caiyi Town to play first?"
Lan Wangji said, "Okay."
Wei WuXian said, "It's been so many years, the Shui Xingyuan there should be cleaned up, right? If your uncle can barely see me, you hide me and those jars of wine in your room; As for me, let's go see Wen Ning, it sounds like he and SiZhui and the others are having a good time hunting at night."
Lan Wangji said, "En."
Wei WuXian said, "But I heard that the family rules of the Gusu Lan Sect have been revised again? I said, can you still write down the discipline stone in front of your house..."
The breeze was coming, and the clothes of the two of them were like spring water.
Wei Wuxian looked at Lan Wangji's back in the wind, squinted his eyes, crossed his legs, and was surprised to find that he was able to hold on to Little Apple's back with such a strange posture.
It was just a boring little thing, but he seemed to have discovered something new and interesting, so he was eager to share it with Lan Wangji, and shouted, "Lan Zhan, look at me, look at me!"
Just like in the past, Wei Wuxian called him with a smile, and he looked over.
Since then, I can't take my eyes off again.
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Postscript to the new revision, here we come:
[cp] Afterword to the New Edition of "The Master of the Magic Dao"
Finally finished.
After taking so long, I finally finished an important thing. I should have written a word in roaring body and typed an exclamation mark three times in a row, but finally said it in a normal way.
The full text of the first edition is 520,000 words, and the full text of the new revision is 57W. For me, it is a big project. It took several months to write and revise, I can't tell which is more tiring and tangled, but both are painful and happy.
During the serialization period, due to the rush to catch up with the day, and the pressure of the three-dimensional, many places that I originally wanted to write were forced to rush through, and some details and logic problems were too late to write, this is finally a cool write. , I added the plot and rival scenes that I originally wanted to write. For example, the uncontrollable kiss at the Hundred Family Hunting Conference in the previous life was skipped because I didn’t have the energy to slowly think about how to write a recruitment fair for such a large-scale sports meeting during the serialization (; Nie Dayao and sisters became fans of each other and turned black; Wang Ji followed the wifi on the mass graves, the bloody corpse fights at the mass graves of later generations, etc., because I was impatient to write the battle and killing scenes and skipped it; I forgot about SiZhui...
These places of laziness were filled one by one in the process of revising the text. All in all, the revised version is closer to the original state of the story in my mind. In other words, for me, this is the real "original" magic way.
Although I know that there are too many people who have seen the old version, and many of them have deep-rooted impressions, it is difficult to completely get rid of the influence of the old version, and there will definitely be many voices of doubt. But I have heard a lot of voices of doubt during the serialization of Magic Dao itself, and it has come all the way. I know that many things cannot please everyone, so I choose to please myself. When I look back at this article in the future, at least I have written everything I want to write, and I will not have too many regrets.
It is said that when making a summary and writing an afterword, you must recall the past years, so I will also recall. It was in my final year of college that I started to conceive the outline of this essay. Walking on the playground every night and listening to music, I couldn't help thinking about it in my mind while worrying about the pit father's graduation thesis.
What initially drove me to write such a story seemed to be a vague picture in my mind: in the rainforest at night, a pale man in black with blood on his face broke something in his hand coldly. , I don't know if it's a flute or an arrow.
I don't remember how this picture suddenly appeared, and there is no logical support. I don't know who this person is, and I don't know why he has that expression, but I was indeed infected by an inexplicable emotion. . Then I suddenly became interested and began to think about what kind of person this would be and what kind of experience he would have. I worked hard to create a specific plot and complete logic for him, wrote it into words, and then tried to infect others.
First an emotion, then a character, and finally a story. In the process of conversion, expression and transmission, energy will inevitably be shifted and lost. However, for now, I tried my best.
In short, there is still a lot to explore and learn (? ??_??)
Conceiving and writing chemistry or conflict scenarios (flirting and ripping for short) is a super awesome experience. The former is like the emperor laughing over the wall, the classmates were punished and copied when they were young, the town of Caiyi (yes, I liked every scene of their student days very, very much), the slaughtering Xuanwu cave, pulling and pulling, and all kinds of overbearing Hanguang-jun The crazy passionate little runaway wife (???) and so on. The latter is like Mrs. Yu tearing up Wang Lingjiao, the Yicheng group players beating each other after you stabbed me and I stabbed him, Jiang Cheng in the Lotus Pier ancestral hall spit out angrily, forgetting Xian, breaking his sleeves, and being shameless (hey), etc...
These are the greatest joys this article has brought me. It's a joy that nothing else can match.
Magic Dao is definitely a meaningful article for me. I didn't expect so many people to see this story at first. Because of it, I've been through so many incredible things and met so many wonderful people. Both inside and outside of the text were overjoyed and grieved, and at first glance, every day seemed like a neuropathy for a while. Because it is an experimental work, it has too many immature places, and even if I try to change some places, it is difficult to change the skeleton to make me completely satisfied. But looking back in the future, it is also one of the footprints of growth.
But I don’t want to write it again and revise it again. Not only does it not conform to the reading habits of online texts, but I have to torture myself twice... So from now on, I will save the full text and post it after I finish it.
During the run-in period of the first serialization, I wrote all kinds of jerky and careful writing, but the more I wrote it later, the more deeply I felt with the characters in the text. When I was serializing and revising, I felt exhausted, why didn't I finish it, but when it was really finished, I hit enter a few times in the last line of the word document and wrote a "finish", but I was very reluctant.
Even if I know that it's just the end of the text, and there are extras, I still can't bear it.
On the day the serialization ended, in order to pretend to be an intellectual, I planned to end the text with a poem. The poem was, "The end of the song is gone, the river counts green peaks", but I still didn't use it later. Probably because this poem is beautiful, compelling, and rhythmic, but this is not the ending I expected. It's too lonely and sad.
And what I hope is "forget envy a song far away, and the song will never leave."
The hustle and bustle is getting away, you and I will not leave.
—Moxiang Tongxiu 20160812