If the sky is later, it is time to hold a torch to move forward in the mountains and forests. Wei Wuxian walked for a while, but he didn't meet a few monks. He was quite surprised: Could it be that among the families who came here, some of them continued to argue endlessly in the town of Buddha's Foot, while the other group were helpless and returned in disappointment like the group of people just now
Suddenly, a cry for help came from the front.
"Come on!"
"Rescue!"
This voice was both male and female, full of panic, not like a fake. Nine times out of ten, the calls for help in the barren mountains and mountains are evil spirits, leading those who don't know it to the trap. Wei Wuxian was very happy.
The more evil the better, I'm afraid it's not evil enough!
He rode his donkey to the place where the sound came from, but he couldn't look around to see it, but it wasn't a goblin or a ghost, but the rural householder he had met earlier on the ridge, hung from a tree by a huge golden net.
The middle-aged man originally took his descendants to patrol in the mountains and forests, but he didn't meet the prey they were looking for, but he stepped on the trap set up by an unknown rich man, and was hung from a tree, complaining endlessly. Seeing someone coming, I was suddenly overjoyed, but as soon as it looked like a lunatic, I was immediately disappointed. Although the rope of this immortal-binding net is thin, the material is high-quality and unbreakable. Once caught, you will have to toss for a while. Unless it is smashed by a better fairy. Don't let this lunatic let them down, I'm afraid he doesn't even know what it is.
Just as he was trying to ask him to find someone to help him, a light sound of branches stepping on leaves approached, and a light-colored and light-shirted boy emerged from the black forest.
This little boy had a little bit of cinnabar between his eyebrows. He was handsome and a little mean. He was very young, about the same as Lan SiZhui. He was still a half-year-old child. The embroidery on the clothes is exquisite and incoherent, and it forms an extraordinary white peony on the chest, and the golden thread shines in the night.
Wei Wuxian sighed, "Rich!"
This must be some young son of the Lanling Jin Sect. Only in his family, with white peony as the family crest, he compares himself with the country's color, and secretly advertises himself as the king of immortals as the king of flowers; he points his forehead with cinnabar, which means "enlighten the wisdom and bright minds, and Zhuguang shines the world".
This little boy was about to shoot with a bow, but he saw that the immortal-binding net was trapped by people. After disappointment, he suddenly turned into impatience: "Every time it is you idiots. There are more than 400 immortal-binding nets in this mountain. The prey has not been caught yet, and it has already smashed a dozen of you people!"
Wei Wuxian was still thinking, "Rich!"
A piece of Immortal Bound Net is already very valuable, and he actually posted more than 400 pieces in one breath. A slightly smaller family must go bankrupt, worthy of the Lanling Jin Sect. But the immortality-binding net is abused like this, and it is caught indiscriminately. Where is the night hunting, it is clearly chasing people and not letting others have a chance to get a piece of the pie. It seems that the monks who were withdrawn before were not because of the prey, but because the famous family was difficult to deal with.
After a few days of walking along the way, plus the fact that Fang only listened with interest in Buddha's Foot Town, Wei Wuxian had also heard a lot about the ups and downs of the world of self-cultivation over the years. As the ultimate winner of the century-old Xianmen melee, the Lanling Jin clan now leads the family, and even the head of the family is honored as the "Xiandu". The family style of the Jin family is arrogant and luxurious and rich. Over the years, the family has been high and strong, and it has raised all the children of the family. Even more than a hundred people can't afford to offend him, so even though the young man's words were mean and the faces of the people who were hung in the net blushed, he didn't dare to scold him back. The middle-aged man said in a low voice, "Young master, please make it easy and let us down."
This young man was anxious that the prey was not showing up, and he just threw his anger on these hillbillies, clasped his hands and said, "You guys hang here, so you don't have to walk around and get in my way! When I catch it. Soul-eating beast, I will let you down after I remember you."
They were really hung on a tree like this for one night. If they happened to meet that thing wandering in Dafan Mountain, they couldn't move, but they could only be sucked dry. The round-faced girl who gave Wei Wuxian the apple was frightened and cried. Wei Wuxian was sitting cross-legged on the back of the donkey, but when the donkey heard the cry, his long ears trembled, and he suddenly jumped out.
After jumping out, there was a long cry. If it weren't for the unpleasant cry, this unstoppable heroic force would not be wrong to say that it was a good horse. Wei Wuxian was caught off guard by it being ripped off his back, and nearly broke his head. Hua Donkey rushed towards the boy with his big head, as if he firmly believed that he could fly him with his head. The boy was still holding the arrow, just as he was pulling the bow towards it, Wei WuXian didn't want to go looking for a new mount so quickly, and tugged at its reins again and again. The young man looked at him, but suddenly showed a look of astonishment, and immediately turned to disdain, pouted: "So it's you."
In this tone, two parts of surprise and eight parts of disgust, Wei Wuxian blinked. The young man said again: "Why, you went crazy after being driven back to your hometown? You are painted like this, and you dare to let you out to see people!"
Does he seem to have heard something extraordinary? !
Could it be—Wei Wuxian slapped his thigh. Could it be that Mo Xuanyu's father is not the owner of some small sect, but the famous Jin Guangshan? !
Jin Guangshan was the head of the Lanling Jin family in the previous generation, and has long since passed away. Speaking of this man, it's hard to say. He has a powerful lady with a prominent family background, and she is afraid that her reputation will spread far and wide, but he is afraid of being afraid, and women still have to follow suit. No matter how powerful Mrs. Jin is, she can't follow him for twelve hours a day, so she has become a famous family. Yuan, down to the country prostitutes, will never let go of what you can eat. Moreover, although he likes to flirt with other people and has many illegitimate children, he is very easy to like the new and hate the old, and when he gets bored with women, he completely forgets about it, and has no sense of responsibility. Among the many illegitimate children, only one person was outstanding and was recognized back, that is, Jin Guangyao, the current head of the Lanling Jin Clan. Moreover, Jin Guangshan was not honorable even when he died. He was confident that he was old and strong, and he wanted to challenge himself and fool around with a group of women, but unfortunately failed immediately. This is too instructive and difficult to explain, so the Lanling Jin Sect unanimously declared that the old Sect Master was overworked, so all the families were tacit and pretended not to know. In short, these are the real reasons for his "famous".
When the mass graves were encircled and suppressed, apart from Jiang Cheng, the second part was even Jin Guangshan's great contribution. Now that Wei Wuxian has taken over his illegitimate son's house, he really doesn't know what to do with this account.
Seeing him in a daze, the young man hated in his heart and said, "Get out of here! It's disgusting enough to see you. You'll die."
In terms of seniority, Mo Xuanyu might be an elder like this young uncle, and he would be humiliated by a junior like this. Wei Wuxian felt that even if it wasn't for himself, he would humiliate Mo Xuanyu's body. , said: "It's true that there are mothers who are born without mothers."
Hearing this sentence, two bursts of furious flames flashed away in the young man's eyes. He pulled out the long sword on his back, and said: "What did you say?"
The golden body of the sword is golden, but it is a rare high-grade sword, and many families have never been able to touch such a sword in their entire lives. Wei Wuxian looked at it carefully, and actually felt that this sword was familiar, but he had seen a lot of high-grade swords with golden swords, so he didn't think about it, but turned a small cloth in his hand. bag.
This is a "locking spirit sack" that he picked up a few scraps the day before yesterday. The young man slashed at him with a sword. He took out a small piece of paper cut into a human shape from the lock spirit bag, avoided it, and slapped the opponent on the back with a backhand.
The young man's movements were already very fast, but Wei Wuxian did more things like stumbling on people's backs and slapping talismans, and his hands and feet were faster. The young man only felt that his vest was numb, his back sank, and he fell to the ground involuntarily, his sword fell to the side, and he couldn't get up no matter how hard he tried, as if Mount Tai was on top. A gluttonous ghost was lying on his back, pressing him so tightly that he couldn't breathe. Although the kid is weak, it is not a problem to deal with such a furry child. Wei Wuxian picked up his sword, weighed it, and slashed the immortal-bound net above with one swing.
The family fell to the ground in embarrassment, and ran away without saying a word. The round-faced girl seemed to want to thank her, but was pulled away by her elders. For fear of saying a few more words, this Young Master Jin will hate him even more. The young man on the ground said angrily: "Break your sleeves! Okay, you can't follow this evil way if you cultivate with low spiritual power. Be careful! Do you know who is here today?! Today I..."
Wei WuXian held his heart insincerely and said, "Ah! I'm so scared!"
Although his former practice method has been criticized, it will harm the spiritual essence of practitioners for a long time, but it has quick results and is not limited by spiritual power and talent, so it is very tempting. There is never a shortage of Xi people, and this young man thought that Mo Xuanyu had gone the wrong way after being kicked out of the Lanling Jin Sect. This suspicion is reasonable, and it saves Wei Wuxian a lot of unnecessary trouble.
The young man put his hands on the ground, tried several times but couldn't get up, his face flushed red, and he gritted his teeth: "If you don't withdraw, I'll tell my uncle, you wait to die!"
Wei WuXian asked curiously, "Why is it uncle and not father? Who is your uncle?"
A voice suddenly sounded behind him, three-point coldness and seven-point coldness:
"His uncle is me, do you have any last words?"
As soon as he heard this voice, Wei Wuxian's whole body seemed to have blood rushed to his head, and then it faded cleanly. Fortunately, his face was originally a mass of pale white, and there was nothing unusual about it.
A young man in purple came strolling, with arrow sleeves and light robes, his hand was on the hilt of the saber, and a silver bell hung from his waist, but he could not hear the bell ringing when he walked.
This young man has thin eyebrows and apricot eyes, his appearance is a kind of sharp handsomeness, his eyes are blazing, and there is a hint of attack, and he looks at people like two cold electricity. Walking ten steps away from Wei Wuxian, he stopped and stood still, his expression like an arrow on the string, ready to go, and even his posture showed an air of arrogance.
He frowned and said, "Jin Ling, why did it take you so long, do you want me to come and invite you back? It's so ugly, and you still don't get out!"
After the initial numbness in his mind passed, Wei Wuxian quickly returned to his soul, hooked his fingers in his sleeves, and withdrew the paper figurine. Jin Ling felt a slack on his back, and immediately grabbed his sword and got up, dodged to Jiang Cheng, pointed at Wei Wuxian and cursed, "I'm going to break your leg!"
The two uncles and nephews stood together, and they could vaguely see that there were two or three similarities in their eyebrows, but they looked like a pair of brothers. Jiang Cheng moved his finger, and the piece of paper suddenly slipped out of Wei Wuxian's finger and flew into his hand. He glanced at it, there was a burst of anger in his eyes, and with force between his fingers, the paper burst into flames, and burned to ashes in the screams of the Yin spirits.
Jiang Cheng said: "Break his leg? Didn't I tell you that when you encounter such a crooked demon, just kill the dog that feeds you!"
Wei Wuxian didn't even care to lead the donkey, so he flew back. He thought that after so many years, no matter how much Jiang Cheng hated him, it should be gone. Unexpectedly, how could it be so cheap, not only did it not dissipate, but it became thicker with time like an old brew, and now it has turned its anger on all those who imitated his cultivation!
Someone was behind him, and Jin Ling's sword was even more fierce this time. Wei Wuxian stuck his two fingers into the lock sac, waiting to make a move. A blue sword light swept out like lightning, collided with Jin Ling's sword, and the golden light of this high-grade fairy sword was instantly disintegrated.
It's not about the superiority of the saber, but the disparity in strength between the sword holders. Wei WuXian had planned the timing, but he didn't want to be disturbed by this sword light, he stumbled and threw himself to the ground, just before a pair of snow-white boots. After being stiff for a moment, he slowly raised his head.
The first thing that catches the eye is a slender blade that is as crystal clear as ice.
Among the hundreds of schools, this sword can be said to be famous, and Wei Wuxian has also experienced its power countless times when fighting side by side and drawing swords against each other. The hilt is forged with pure silver refined by the secret method. The body of the sword is extremely thin, clear and transparent, exuding the cold air of ice and snow, but the iron is cut like mud, so the whole sword seems to be light and graceful, and it seems to have a fairy air. In fact, it is extremely heavy, and the ordinary people can't even wave it at all.
- "Avoid dust".
The blade of the sword turned upside down, and a scabbard sound came from above Wei Wuxian's head. At the same time, Jiang Cheng's voice came from a distance: "Who am I? It turned out to be Second Young Master Lan."
The pair of white boots bypassed Wei Wuxian, and took three steps forward without any hesitation. Wei Wuxian stood up. When passing by, he looked at him for a moment, seemingly unintentionally.
The person who came was full of moonlight, carrying a seven-stringed guqin. The body of the guqin was narrower than ordinary guqin.
This man wore a cloud pattern and wiped his forehead. The color of his eyes is very light, like glaze, which makes his eyes look too indifferent. There is frost and snow in his expression, which is almost rigid and solemn, even if he sees Wei Wuxian's ridiculous face now, he is calm.
From head to toe, it was spotless and meticulous, and there was no trace of inappropriate disrespect. Even so, Wei Wuxian still had four big words in his heart:
"Pie Ma and filial piety!"
Really wearing a linen and filial piety. No matter how many families praised Gusu Lan's school uniform as the most beautiful school uniform, and praised Lan Wangji as the most beautiful man in the world, he couldn't bear his vivid face. The bitterness of the dead wife is deep.
The fleeting years are unfavorable, and the enemy's road is narrow. Blessings are unparalleled, and misfortunes do not come singly.
Lan Wangji didn't say a word, didn't look sideways, and stood quietly opposite Jiang Cheng. Jiang Cheng was already considered to be extremely handsome, but standing face to face with him, he was actually a bit inferior, a bit impetuous, raised one eyebrow and said, "Hanguang-Jun is really worthy of the beauty that 'will come out in every chaos'. Ming, why are you still free to come to this deep mountain and old forest today?"
Immortal heads of aristocratic families with their identities generally disdain to pay attention to evil prey that is too low, but Lan Wangji is an exception. He never chooses his target for night hunting, nor will he not come because this monster is not fierce enough and has no reputation for killing. He would come whenever someone asked for help, and it had been that way since his youth. Therefore, "everytime chaos will come out" is the world's evaluation of Hanguang Jun's night hunting trip, and it is also a praise for his character. Jiang Cheng said it in this tone at this time, it was really not polite, Lan Wangji followed behind with a group of juniors from his family, they felt strange and uncomfortable when they heard it, Lan Jingyi said bluntly, "Sect Master Jiang is not here too. ?"
Jiang Cheng said coldly, "Tsk, do you have the right to interrupt when the elders speak? The Gusu Lan Clan calls themselves the family of the celestial beings, so that's how they taught the children of the clan."
Lan Wangji didn't seem to want to talk to him, so he glanced at Lan SiZhui, the latter understood, then let the junior talk to the junior, get out of the queue, and said to Jin Ling: "Master Jin, Yehun has always been a fair competition between the families, but Master Jin Casting nets all over the Dafan Mountain, making it difficult for the monks of other families to walk, lest they fall into the trap, wouldn't it have violated the rules of night hunting?"
Jin Ling's cold expression was carved in the same mold as his uncle: "They are stupid and stepped on the trap. What can I do? I will wait until I catch the prey."
Lan Wangji frowned. Jin Ling was about to speak, but suddenly found that he couldn't speak, and his throat couldn't make a sound, and he was shocked. Jiang Cheng saw that Jin Ling's upper and lower lips were glued together and couldn't be separated. His face was filled with anger, and the reluctant etiquette he used to do before was no longer needed: "Lan! What do you mean, Jin Ling will return If you don't come to discipline, untie it for me!"
This forbidden speech technique is used by the Lan family to punish the children of the clan who make mistakes. Wei Wuxian has suffered a lot from this little trick. Although it is not a complicated and profound magic, the non-Lan family can't solve it. If you want to speak forcibly, either your upper and lower lips will be torn to bleed, or your voice will be hoarse for several days, you must shut your mouth and quietly introspect until the punishment time is over. Lan SiZhui said, "Sect Master Jiang doesn't need to get angry, as long as he doesn't forcefully break the technique, a stick of incense will automatically undo it."
Before Jiang Cheng could speak, a man in purple clad in Jiang's uniform rushed into the forest and shouted, "Sect Master!" Jiang Cheng sneered, "Tell me, do you have any bad news to report to me?"
The guest Qing whispered: "Not long ago, a blue flying sword destroyed the immortal-binding net you arranged."
Jiang Cheng glanced at Lan Wangji, and the displeasure in his heart showed directly on his face, and said, "How many are broken?"
This guest Qing cautiously said: "...all..."
More than four hundred!
Jiang Cheng was furiously annoyed.
I really didn't expect this trip to be so unlucky. He originally came to help Jin Ling, but this year, Jin Ling was sixteen years old, and it was time to make his debut and compete with the younger generations of other families. Jiang Cheng carefully selected the hunting ground of Dafan Mountain for him, cast a net around and intimidated the monks of other families, teaching them to walk hard and retreat in spite of difficulties, in order to let Jin Ling come out on top, so that others could not follow him grab. More than 400 immortal-binding nets, although the price is near sky-high, it is nothing to the Yunmeng Jiang Sect. But the net damage is small, but the shame is big. With Lan Wangji acting like this, Jiang Cheng felt a sigh of anger circling in his heart, rising higher and higher. He squinted, his left hand rubbed the ring of his right index finger, intentionally or not.
This is a dangerous move.
Everyone knows that the ring is a terribly powerful magic weapon. Once the head of the Jiang family starts to touch it, he has the intention to kill.