Many people held the talisman, testing whether they could ignite it with spiritual power, and the talisman paper in the hands of some people lit up one after another. Hearing people ask questions, they all replied: "I came back 20%."
"I am one percent..."
"Recovery is so slow!"
When they set off, they all felt that compared to the first mass grave siege thirteen years ago, this battle was definitely worse, and it was bound to be so tragic that it could be recorded in history. Who knows how many people are going up the mountain, and it is almost the same when going down the mountain. This second "encirclement and suppression" can indeed be recorded in the annals of history, but not because of its tragic and tragic nature, but because it is definitely the most ridiculous and inexplicable action of a hundred schools of Xuanmen.
Some people are fortunate to have the rest of their lives after the catastrophe, while others lament that the situation has changed. Dozens of patriarchs gathered together, and after a brief discussion, they agreed to find a safe place first, rest until their spiritual power had recovered to more than 80%, and then return home, to avoid extra troubles and other unexpected events on the way.
Wei Wuxian knew immediately that the "safe place" closest to Yiling was the Yunmengjiang Sect's territory, and said, "So you are going to Lotus Pier next?"
Lan Qiren said vigilantly, "Why are you asking this?"
Wei WuXian said, "Don't do anything. Just ask if we can go together."
Sect Master Yao vigilantly said, "Wei Wuxian! Although you have done a good deed today, one thing is another. Please be clear, if we want to make friends with you, it is absolutely impossible."
Wei WuXian was speechless for a while, then said, "Don't worry, no one is forcing you to make friends with me. However, let's be in the same camp now. The big man who planned to kill you today has the Yin Tiger Talisman in his hand, and you will deal with it. Yet?"
The masters looked at each other. It is true that what Wei Wuxian said is true, if he is willing to join, it will be a great help. But after so many years of yelling at the Yiling Patriarch, asking them to cooperate with him all of a sudden would not save face.
Lan Wangji said to Lan Qiren, "Uncle, brother, may there be news."
After a moment of silence, Lan Qiren said, "No."
Wei WuXian said, "Zewu-Jun may still be under the control of Jin GuangYao, Mr. Lan, one more person and one more help. Even if you don't worry about me, at least let HanGuang-Jun participate in your next plan. That's him. brother."
"..." Lan Qiren looked tired and said to Lan Wangji, "Come if you want."
The rest of the people immediately turned to Jiang Cheng. Among the three most prominent family leaders present, Lan Qiren made a statement, and Nie Huaisang made no use of making a statement, and now it's all about Jiang Cheng. On the other end, Jiang Cheng was re-running his spiritual power, testing the purple electricity. Although it was bright and dark, it was no longer extinguished. Jiang Cheng's face was reflected in a purple light, unpredictable. Everyone knows that Sect Master Jiang, who is the opposite of Wei Wuxian, can't see him the most. Who knows, he just sneered and said, "You dare to go back to Lotus Pier?"
After leaving this unfinished sentence, he stopped talking. Everyone was baffled, and they couldn't tell whether he agreed or opposed, but when everyone set off, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji followed the team, he didn't even look at it, he thought he neither agreed nor opposed.
When everyone went down the mountain, it was already nighttime, and when they returned to the town, the lights were out and everything was quiet. Everyone was physically and mentally tired and in a state of confusion, and even the phalanx stood crookedly and unevenly. The good news is that after struggling to count the number of people, I found that there was almost no difference. Because most of the people had not regained their spiritual power and could not use their swords, the waterway was the fastest way to reach the Lotus Pier. This team of several thousand people set off for the pier near Yiling. However, the decision was made in a hurry. There were so many boats in the vicinity for a while and a half. The owners had to wrap up all the large and small boats at the pier, including fishing boats.
More than a dozen children of aristocratic families were crowded on the same fishing boat. Almost all of these teenagers used to be pampered, and they had never squeezed through this dark, old, dirty fishing net and wooden barrels piled up everywhere, and the broken fishing boat with the smell of fish and the creaking of wooden boards. The wind was strong at night, and the boat swayed and swayed. Several teenagers from the north became very seasick. They endured it for a while, and finally couldn't bear it any longer. They rushed out of the cabin, retching for a while, and slumped on the deck dizzy.
A teenager said: "Oh my mother, the shaking made my stomach turn upside down! Hey SiZhui brother, you vomited too? Are you not from Suzhou? You are not from the north, why is seasickness worse than me !"
Lan SiZhui waved his hands and said with a blue face, "I... I don't know why. I was like this when I was four or five years old... Maybe I was born like this."
Saying that, he turned up again with disgust, and stood up holding the side of the boat, and was about to vomit again, when he suddenly saw a dark figure lying on the body of the boat under the side of the boat, half of his body submerged in the river water, was straightening up. Staring at him sternly.
In an instant, Lan SiZhui was so frightened that he swallowed everything he was about to vomit. Just as he pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword, he looked intently and whispered, "Ghost..."
When Jin Ling in the cabin heard this, he rushed out with a sword and said, "A ghost? Where, I'll kill you!"
Lan SiZhui said, "It's not a ghost, it's a ghost general!"
All the teenagers rushed to the deck and looked in the direction Lan Sizhui pointed. Sure enough, the black figure under the side of the ship, looking up from the bottom, was the ghost general Wen Ning.
After they got off the mass grave, Wen Ning disappeared. Who would have thought that at this moment, he would silently pick up the fishing boat, and he didn't know how long it had been.
Although Wen Ning had fought side by side with them at the mass grave just now, there were many people at that time, and there were many elders by their side. At this time, it was midnight and on the water, Wen Ning appeared for no reason, and it was so strange. In this case, the teenagers were still taken aback. After staring at each other for a while, Ouyang Zizhen shrank back first, sat on the deck and said, "Why did General Ghost come to us alone?"
One person muttered: "No wonder the ship is moving slowly. It turned out that there were too many people, and it was dead and dead."
"He... what is he doing there?"
"It's definitely not trying to harm us anyway, otherwise we wouldn't be protecting us at the mass grave during the day."
"But there is no danger now, why did he come to us again..."
"puff!"
"Jingyi, what are you laughing at?"
Lan Jingyi said, "Look at him like that, lying motionless outside the boat, like a dazed sea turtle!"
When he said this, some people really felt like it, but before he could laugh, Ouyang Zizhen exclaimed: "He's up!"
Sure enough, Wen Ning's body came out of dehydration, grabbed a thick hemp rope from the deck with both hands, and began to slowly climb up. Several teenagers scattered, and a few cowardly ran around the deck in a panic, and said indiscriminately: "He's coming up! The ghost general is coming up!"
Lan Jingyi said, "What's there to be afraid of, it's not like I haven't seen it before!"
"What should I do or should I call someone?!"
When Wen Ning drenched over the side of the boat and sank on the deck, the whole fishing boat seemed to sway as he fell. Sorry to draw the sword. Wen Ning stared at Lan SiZhui's face and walked towards him. Lan SiZhui realized that he was coming for him, so he calmed down. Wen Ning asked him, "You, what's your name?"
Lan SiZhui was stunned for a moment, stood upright, and replied, "The younger generation is a descendant of the Gusu Lan clan, and his name is Lan Yuan."
Wen Ning said, "Lan Yuan?"
Lan SiZhui nodded. Wen Ning said, "You... do you know who gave you this name?"
The dead man had no expression or expression, but Lan SiZhui had an illusion, and Wen Ning's eyes seemed to light up.
He also felt that Wen Ning's heart was very excited at this moment, so excited that he even stumbled when speaking, and even he was faintly excited, as if he was about to reveal a secret that had been sealed for many years.
Lan Sizhui replied cautiously, "The name was naturally chosen by my parents."
Wen Ning said, "Then, are your parents still alive?"
Lan Sizhui said, "My parents died when I was very young."
A young man on the side tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "SiZhui, don't talk so much, be careful of weirdness."
Wen Ning was stunned and said, "SiZhui? Is SiZhui your name?"
Lan SiZhui said, "Exactly."
Wen Ning said, "Who got it for you?"
Lan SiZhui said, "HanGuang-Jun."
Wen Ning lowered his head and silently recited the word "SiZhui" twice. Seeing that he was enlightened, Lan Sizhui said, "General..." He originally wanted to call him a general, but he felt strange and changed his words, "Mr. Wen? What's wrong with my name?"
"Oh." Wen Ning raised his head, stared at his face, and asked incredulously, "You, you look very similar, very similar to a distant relative of mine..."
These words sounded like the rhetoric of a junior cultivator and a disciple with a foreign surname who wanted to climb relatives with the children of their own family. The young people are getting more and more foggy, and they don't know what to say. Lan Sizhui didn't know how to answer, so he could only ask, "Really, really?"
Wen Ning said, "Really!"
He struggled to lift the muscles at the corners of his mouth, looking like he was trying to squeeze out a smile. For some reason, looking at the appearance of "Ghost General", Lan SiZhui suddenly felt a sense of intimacy with a strong sense of poignancy, and a vague thought: he seemed to be somewhere, had seen this picture Face. There is a title, it seems that it is about to break through some obstacles and earn it. As long as he blurted out that title, many other things would immediately emerge, making him suddenly enlightened.
But at this moment, Lan Sizhui saw Jin Ling beside him.
Jin Ling's face was black and extremely ugly, the hand holding the sword was loose and tight, and the blue veins on the back of the hand also appeared from time to time. It was only then that he remembered that the seemingly harmless ghost general Wen Ning in front of him was Jin Ling's father-killer enemy.
Following his gaze, Wen Ning's "smile" gradually disappeared. He slowly turned to Jin Ling and said, "Master Jin Rulan?"
Jin Ling said coldly, "Who is that?"
After a moment of silence, Wen Ning changed his voice and said, "Young Master Jin Ling."
Jin Ling stared at him, while the other teenagers stared at Jin Ling nervously, for fear that he would act impulsively. Lan SiZhui said, "Young Master Jin..."
Jin Ling said: "You step aside, it's none of your business."
Lan Sizhui vaguely felt that this would definitely not be his business, so he stepped forward to stand in front of Jin Ling and said, "Jin Ling, put away your sword first..."
Jin Ling's heartstrings were already tense, his eyes were blocked by him, and he couldn't help shouting, "Don't block me!"
He stretched out his hand to push, Lan SiZhui was already seasick, and the soles of his feet were weak. When he pushed him, he hit the side of the boat and almost turned over and carried him into the dark night river. Fortunately, Wen Ning lifted him and dragged him back. A group of teenagers immediately went up to help him: "Brother SiZhui!"
"Young Master Lan, are you all right? Are you still dizzy?"
Seeing Lan SiZhui's face turning pale, Wen Ning became anxious for a while, and said, "Young Master Jin, you will never resist Wen Ning, but... Master Lan Yuan..."
Lan JingYi was angry and rebuked, "Jin Ling, why are you like this! SiZhui provoked you to mess with you?"
"Brother SiZhui is for your own good, it's fine if you don't appreciate it, why are you pushing people?"
Originally, Jin Ling thought that he was taking a heavy shot, but he was also stunned. It could be seen that everyone of his age came to help him and blame him. This scene overlapped with countless scenes in the past. Over the years, because he has no parents and no mother, everyone says that he is spoiled by no one, has a bad temper and is not easy to get along with. Whether in Jinlintai or Lianhuawu, he has no close friends of the same age. He has a distinguished status, but his situation is so embarrassing. When he was a child, he didn't have any family members who liked to play with him, and when he was older, he didn't have any family members who were willing to follow him. The more he thought about it, the redder his eyes became, and he suddenly said loudly: "Yes! It's all my fault! I'm such a bad person! How is it?!"
The other teenagers were stunned by his roar. After being dumbfounded for a while, someone was unconvinced and muttered, "What, it was you who moved first... Why are you still fierce?"
Jin Ling said viciously, "You control me?! It's your turn to discipline me?!"
Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji were originally on the same boat, so Wei Wuxian was stunned in the cabin and rushed out to look across the boat, seeing Jin Ling raising his sword to face the others, and said, " what happened?"
When he saw these two people, Lan Sizhui felt that any difficult situation could be resolved, and said with great joy, "Hanguang-Jun! Senior Wei! Come here quickly!"