Wei Wuxian suddenly whispered, "...Lan Zhan."
He stretched out his hand and grabbed one of Lan Wangji's sleeves at once. Lan WangJi stayed by his side the whole time, immediately leaned over and said softly, "I'm here."
Wei Wuxian was still not awake, his eyes were still tightly closed, but his hand was holding on to him, as if he was dreaming, and muttered, "...you...don't be angry..."
Lan WangJi was slightly startled, and said softly, "I'm not angry."
Wei WuXian said, "...Oh."
Hearing this sentence, he seemed relieved, and his fingers loosened.
Lan Wangji sat beside Wei Wuxian for a while, and when he saw that he was motionless again, he was about to get up. Who knows, Wei Wuxian suddenly grabbed him again with the other hand, held him by one arm, shouting Said: "I'll go with you, take me back to your house!"
Lan Wangji opened his eyes.
After shouting this out, Wei Wuxian seemed to wake himself up, his long eyelashes trembled, he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes went from chaotic to clear, and suddenly he found that his hands were holding life-saving straws. Driftwood in the water usually holds Lan Wangji.
He immediately withdrew his hand, and almost rolled away. The movement was too big, affecting the wound in his abdomen. He frowned with an "ah" sound, and then he remembered that he was still injured. In front of the golden stars, Jin Ling, Jiang Cheng, Jiang Yanli, Jiang Fengmian, Madam Yu... many faces swirled in front of him. Lan Wangji held him down and said, "A wound in the abdomen?"
Wei WuXian said, "It hurts? It doesn't hurt..."
Lan Wangji pressed him firmly, lifted his clothes, his abdomen had been properly bandaged, and then took off the bandage to see that the wounds had already healed. Looking at the legs again, the evil curse marks also disappeared.
Wei WuXian asked, "How long have I been lying down?"
After confirming that his injuries were indeed safe, Lan Wangji let go of him and said, "Four days."
Jin Ling's sword stabbed straight, and the wound was not shallow. It could heal without a trace of scar in four days. Wei WuXian thanked him, and sarcastically said to himself, "I've become so delicate and weak that I can't hold back with a single stab."
Lan Wangji said in a low voice, "Whoever gets stabbed in the body can't stand it."
Wei WuXian said, "That's not necessarily true. If I changed my body from a previous life, I could stuff myself back with half my intestines and fight for another 300 games."
Seeing that he just woke up and started talking nonsense again, Lan Wangji shook his head and turned his face away, Wei Wuxian thought he was going to leave, and hurriedly said, "Lan Zhan Lan Zhan! Don't go. I'm talking nonsense, I'm not good, you don't want to. ignore me."
Lan Wangji said, "Are you still afraid that people will ignore you?"
Wei WuXian said, "I'm afraid, I'm afraid."
He hadn't realized for a long time that after waking up from the injury, there was someone standing by his side.
Lan WangJi had two swords on his waist, he took it off casually and handed it to him: "Your sword."
Seeing this sword, Wei Wuxian was stunned at first, and after a while, he said, "Thank you."
Holding the hilt of the sword and pulling it out gently, a pair of eyes appeared on the sharp edge of the sword. Wei Wuxian stared at these eyes for a while, then put the casual back into the sheath, and said, "It really seals the sword automatically?"
Lan WangJi also grabbed the hilt of the sword and pulled it out without moving. Wei WuXian sighed, patted the body of the sword, and said to himself, "I knew that Jin Guangyao didn't dare to make up his own words... He actually sealed the sword. There is no one in a million good things that I have bumped into. It’s good to go down, the ironclad evidence is like a mountain, the person who pulled it out must be Wei Wuxian who didn’t run away, even if you want to deny it.”
Looking around, this is a clean and simple room, dimly lit, except for a paper lantern in the corner. Wei Wuxian asked, "Where is this?"
Lan Wangji said, "Yunshen doesn't know where to go."
Wei WuXian said, "You took me back to Yunshen where I don't know? What if your elder brother finds out?"
One person said: "I have found it."
A person came in behind the screen, a white robe wiped his forehead, his face as beautiful as jade, and his expression was solemn.
After four days of recuperation in Yunshen, he was not taken away by Lanling Jin's people. Thinking that Lan Xichen should not be a threat, and Lan Wangji was by his side, Wei Wuxian was not vigilant. He suddenly remembered something and asked, "Where's Chi Fengzun's body?"
Lan XiChen said, "The eldest brother's corpse has been seen by each family. It is currently under the custody of Huaisang. I have also sent someone I can trust to look after it."
Wei Wuxian was slightly relieved, and asked again, "Jin Guangyao's reaction?"
Lan Wangji said, "It's seamless."
Wei Wuxian knew that Jin Guangyao would definitely do his best to make sure that he couldn't destroy the corpse and destroy the traces. Unexpectedly, Lan XiChen said slowly: "He said that when this matter is investigated to the end, he will definitely give an explanation. Since Young Master Wei has woken up, then, Wangji, should you also give me an explanation?"
Lan Wangji got up and said, "Brother."
Lan XiChen sighed and said, "WangJi, let me tell you what's good about you."
Lan Wangji said, "Brother, Chi Fengzun's head is indeed in Jin Guangyao's hands."
Lan XiChen said, "Did you see it with your own eyes?"
Lan Wangji said, "He saw it with his own eyes."
Lan XiChen said, "Do you believe him?"
Lan Wangji said, "Trust."
He answered without hesitation, Wei Wuxian's chest felt hot. Lan XiChen said, "What about Jin GuangYao?"
Lan Wangji said, "I can't believe it."
Lan XiChen smiled and said, "Wangji, how do you judge whether a person is trustworthy or not?"
He looked at Wei Wuxian and said, "You believe in Young Master Wei, but I believe in Jin Guangyao. Big brother's head is in his hands, we have not witnessed this with our own eyes, it is all based on our own actions towards another person. Understand, believe what that person says.
"You think you know Wei Wuxian, so you trust him; and I think you know Jin Guangyao, so I trust him too. You trust your own judgment, so can't I trust my own judgment?"
Wei WuXian was afraid that the two brothers would quarrel because of this, so he said, "Sect Master Lan!"
It wasn't that he couldn't understand Lan Xichen. He looked at Jin Guangyao from Nie Mingjue's point of view, and saw his cunning, cunning and ambitious Brother, but to believe in a notorious and bloody man.
Lan XiChen nodded and said, "Young Master Wei, you don't have to worry. Before the matter is clear, I won't trust any one party, and I won't reveal your whereabouts. Otherwise, I won't let WangJi send you to my cold room. , and healed you."
Wei WuXian said, "Thank you Sect Master Lan for giving Wei this opportunity. Chi Fengzun's head is in Jin Guangyao's secret room, it's absolutely true, not only did I see it, but I was also infected by his resentment and saw something. I don't know. Could this be a proof?"
Lan XiChen calmly said: "Young Master Wei, maybe you did see something, but you can't prove that you saw it in the secret room in Jinlintai."
Wei WuXian said, "Hmm. That's true. Then I'll say something else. The direct cause of Chi Fengzun's death was indeed infatuation, but Sect Master Lan, don't you think this timing is too coincidental? One, but you never thought about it, there are other incentives behind it?"
Lan XiChen said, "What do you think is the incentive?"
Wei WuXian said, "Qing Xin Xuan Qu."
Lan XiChen said, "Young Master Wei, as you know, I taught him the profound sound of pure heart that he played."
Wei WuXian said, "Then please listen to Sect Master Lan. Is there anything strange about this song?"
His flute was placed by the bedside, Wei Wuxian held it up, lowered his head and thought about it, and then began to play. After finishing the song, he said, "Sect Master Lan, is this song really the one you taught Jin Guangyao?"
Lan XiChen said, "Exactly."
Wei Wuxian was slightly surprised, but he calmed down and said, "What's the name of this song?"
Lan XiChen said: "This song is called "Cleaning Hua", and it has the effect of clearing the mind and calming the mind."
Wei WuXian said, "Xihua. I've heard a lot of famous songs from Xuanmen, why don't I remember its name or melody?"
Lan Wangji said, "This song is cold and difficult to learn."
Lan XiChen said, "Exactly."
Wei WuXian asked, "Did Jin GuangYao named him to learn this song?"
Lan XiChen said, "Not bad."
Wei WuXian said, "Is it really so difficult to learn? Then why does Jin Guangyao choose this piece by name, instead of picking other songs that are easier to learn?"
Lan XiChen said: "Because I told him that although "Xi Hua" is difficult to learn, it is very effective. This song is really tricky, didn't Young Master Wei also play the wrong part?"
Hearing this, Wei Wuxian's heart moved, and he said, "Did I make a mistake just now?"
Lan Wangji said, "There is a paragraph in the middle, it's wrong."
Wei WuXian smiled and said, "No, no. It's not my fault. It's Jin Guangyao's fault! That's exactly how he played when resentment attacked. I can guarantee that I've repeated this song well. ."
Lan XiChen said in surprise: "Then he learned wrong? This is... impossible."
Wei WuXian said, "It's really impossible, Lian Fangzun is so smart and has an excellent memory, how could he remember the wrong tune? I'm afraid it's probably intentional. I'll say it again, Sect Master Lan, Hanguang-Jun, please both of you. Listen carefully to the 'wrong' part."
Sure enough, he blew it again, and when the second stanza was nearing the end, Lan WangJi said, "Stop."
Lan XiChen said, "It's just this part."
Wei WuXian took off the flute from his lips and said, "Is this really this part? But I don't think this part sounds incompatible."
Lan XiChen said: "It is true that it does not violate the peace. However, it is definitely not a part of "Washing China"."
If the ordinary playing is wrong, it will never be so integrated with the rest of the original song. This melody must have been deliberately polished and inserted. And this passage does not belong to "Cleaning China", but the unfamiliar melody mixed into "Cleaning China" is very likely to be the key to Nie Mingjue's death.
After thinking for a moment, Lan XiChen said, "You come with me."
After leaving the room, Wei Wuxian was slightly startled.
This is a secluded small building, I don't know which hidden corner of Yunshen I don't know. Lan's Immortal Mansion is located in the deep mountains, with pine trees and trees in the grounds. Most of them are blue trees or bluegrass. They are not without flowers, but they are all fresh and elegant varieties like magnolia, gardenia, and white chrysanthemum, and they are only used as sporadic embellishments. Before this house, it was full of purple gentian. The flowers are petite, colorful and lovable, and they seem to emit a faint fluorescence in the night, which is as beautiful as a dream.
Wei Wuxian felt in his heart that there must be something different here, but he only had time to take a quick glance and didn't have time to study it in detail. Hai Shi had passed, and Yun Shen did not know that most of the people in the place had already rested.
Yunshen was burned by a fire somewhere, and the library is no longer the library it used to be, but after the reconstruction, it is the same as the original layout, and even the magnolia tree outside the pavilion has been replanted. The three entered the cabinet, and Wei Wuxian asked suspiciously, "Sect Master Lan, can we find the source of this melody here?"
Lan XiChen said, "Not here."
He walked to a row of bookshelves, squatted down, lifted a mat that was spread there, and uncovered the wooden board underneath, and said, "It's okay here."
Under the plank, is a secret door.
Lan Wangji said, "The forbidden book room."
Under the secret door, there is a secret staircase with more than fifty steps. The three of them descended the secret staircase one by one. Before Wei Wuxian's eyes, there was a dry and spacious underground stone room. The sound of footsteps in the basement caused an empty echo . In the forbidden book room, there are rows and rows of bookshelves. The books are sparsely sorted and covered with dust. It seems that no one has flipped them for many years.
Lan XiChen brought them to a row of bookshelves, and said, "This frame is all from different books."
There is a book table in the forbidden book room, and there is only a paper lamp on the book table. Lan WangJi took the pen and paper that had been neglected for many years, and wrote down three scores of the melody. The three of them sat around the book table and divided their work and cooperated, each in charge of dozens of books, one book at a time.
However, after two hours, none of the three found a score that matched the melody. That is, without finding out where it came from.
Wei WuXian passed the score at a glance, and thought to himself, "Could it be that the Lan family's collection of books and forbidden books does not include this piece of music? Impossible, if even the Lan family doesn't have a collection, it's impossible for other places. Collection. Wouldn’t it be possible that Jin Guangyao created a Divine Comedy himself? If so, it would be troublesome. To prove that there is a ghost in this piece, I would have to find someone to listen to it for a few months and try it out. But although he is smart, he is a monk in the end. , not smart enough to create your own..."
Wei WuXian looked at these dense small print for a long time, and his eyes were dizzy. Lan Wangji had finished reading his stack, silently took the few volumes that Wei Wuxian had put aside, lowered his head and continued to rummage. Lan XiChen slowly raised his eyes and saw this scene, hesitating to say anything.
At this moment, Lan WangJi said, "This one."
He handed over the book in his hand, and Wei Wuxian immediately cheered up, but he carefully looked at the two pages he had opened, compared the scraps in his hand, and said, "It's completely different, isn't it?"
Lan Wangji stood up, sat beside him, and pointed to him, "Look at the two pages before and after."
Their heads were together, Lan Wangji's voice was right next to his ear, low and magnetic, Wei Wuxian's hand trembled slightly, and the book almost fell. It took a long time for him to calm down, forcing himself to take his eyes away from Lan Wangji's slender and fair fingers, distinguish carefully, and say, "Ah, two pages before and after."
At first glance, there seems to be nothing wrong with this book, but if you are familiar with the rhythm, if you pay more attention, you can see that the song on the previous page and the song on the next page are connected. not on.