Arrogant-V

Wen Ning lowered his head slightly and lowered his hands, like a puppet waiting for instructions from the operator.

His face was pale and delicate, even somewhat melancholy and handsome. But because there were no pupils in his eyes, only a dead white color, and there were several black cracks climbing up from his neck to his cheeks, this melancholy turned into a terrifying gloom. The hem and cuffs of the robe were torn and tattered, revealing wrists that were the same color as his pale face, and were clasped with dark iron rings and chains, as well as his ankles. The clanking sound was made when he pulled the chain. Once still, everything becomes dead silence again.

It is not difficult to imagine why the monks present were frightened. Wei Wuxian was no more calm than the others, and the turbulent waves in his heart were already over his head.

It's not that Wen Ning shouldn't be here, it's that he shouldn't be in this world. He should have been crushed to ashes long before the mass grave siege!

When Jin Ling heard someone else calling out Wen Ning's name, the sword that was originally facing the Soul-Eating Goddess involuntarily changed its direction. Taking advantage of his distraction, the Soul-Eating Goddess stretched out her arms happily and lifted him up.

Seeing that she was approaching Jin Ling's face with her mouth wide open, Wei Wuxian ignored the shock in his heart and raised the bamboo flute again. His hands were trembling a little, and the tune he played also trembled. In addition, the flute was rough in workmanship, and the low tone was almost mute. Whining twice, Wen Ning moved in response to the sound.

With this move, he moved in front of the Soul-Eating Goddess in the blink of an eye. Wen Ning slapped his hand, and the Soul-Eating Goddess's neck clicked. Her body did not move, but her head was twisted in a large circle by the palm, and her face faced her. He was looking in the direction of his back, still smiling. Wen Ning slashed with his bare hands again, and the soul-eating goddess' right hand that was holding Jin Ling was cut off in unison.

She looked down at her neatly broken wrist. Instead of turning her head back to the correct direction, she turned her body in a circle, facing Wen Ning with her face and back at the same time. Wei Wuxian didn't dare to slack off, he took in a breath and bowed his head, controlling Wen Ning to fight. However, after a while, he became more and more frightened.

Low-level walking zombies cannot think on their own and need his command and guidance. The more lethal zombies are often confused and unconscious. Wen Ning's situation is different. He was made by Wei Wuxian. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the strongest evil corpse in the world. He is unique. He can think and search. In addition to not being afraid of injury, fire, cold, and poison, , not afraid of anything that living people fear, no different from the living.

But at this moment, Wen Ning obviously has no consciousness of his own!

Just as he was in shock and doubt, there were bursts of exclamations from the audience. It turned out that Wen Ning had kicked and hit the Soul-Eating Goddess and suppressed her to the ground. He then picked up a large stone that was too tall and lifted it above the Soul-Eating Goddess and hit her hard. Thunderous blows fell one after another until the stone body of the Soul-Eating Goddess was smashed into pieces!

Among the white rocks, a bead with a snow-white halo rolled out. It was the elixir condensed by the soul-eating goddess after devouring the souls of more than a dozen living people. She took it back and disposed of it carefully. Just now Several people whose souls were sucked can still recover. However, at this moment, no one bothered to pick up the bead, and all the sword tips originally aimed at the Soul-Eating Goddess were turned around.

A monk shouted hoarsely: "Surround him!"

Some people responded hesitantly, while more people hesitated and backed away slowly. The monk shouted again: "Fellow Taoists, please stop him and don't let him escape. This is Wen Ning!"

This sentence woke everyone up. How can the Ghost General be compared to just a soul-eating monster? Although I don't know why he came out, killing a thousand soul-eating monsters is not as good as capturing one Wen Ning. After all, this is the most important thing under the Yiling Patriarch. A mad dog that is obedient and bites without barking will surely become famous and soar to the sky! Originally, they rushed to Dafan Mountain for night hunting in order to compete for the evil beasts and increase their qualifications. With such a shout, it was inevitable that some people would be tempted. But those older monks who had witnessed Wen Ning's madness during the attack still did not dare to act rashly, so the man shouted again: "What are you afraid of? The ancestor of Yiling is not here!"

Thinking about it again, yes, there is nothing to be afraid of, his master has already been cut into pieces!

After a few words, the circle of swords surrounding Wen Ning suddenly shrank. Wen Ning waved his arm, and the black iron chain swept across heavily, deflecting all the flying swords. Then he took a step forward, grabbed the person closest to him by the neck, and lifted him off the ground with a gentle lift. Wei Wuxian knew that the sound of the flute had been played too fast and too fiercely, making him aggressive. He had to suppress it and stabilize his mind, so Xinxin played another tune.

This melody came to my mind naturally. It was gentle and quiet, very different from the weird and harsh flute sound just now. Wen Ning froze when he heard the sound, and slowly turned to where the flute was coming from. Wei Wuxian stood there, looking into his pupilless eyes.

After a moment, Wen Ning let go, threw the monk to the ground, lowered his arms, and walked towards Wei Wuxian step by step.

He lowered his head and dragged a chain, looking a little downcast. Wei Wuxian blew and retreated to lure him over. After walking for a while, he retreated into the forest and suddenly smelled the cool scent of sandalwood.

Immediately, his back bumped into someone, his wrist suddenly hurt, and the sound of the flute stopped abruptly. Wei Wuxian felt bad, turned around and saw Lan Wangji's eyes that were so light and cold.

Unfortunately, Lan Wangji had seen him play the flute and play with corpses back then.

Lan Wangji held Wei Wuxian tightly with one hand, while Wen Ning stood blankly less than two feet away from them, looking around slowly, as if searching for the sound of the flute that suddenly disappeared. There were fires and voices spreading in the distance in the forest. Wei Wuxian's thoughts turned sharply and he made a quick decision: So what if you've seen it before. There are tens of millions of people who can play the flute, and there are even more people who imitate the ancestors of Yiling and use the sound of the flute to drive away corpses.

Decisively, I ignored the hand holding him, raised my arm and continued to play the flute. This time the blowing was more rapid, like urging and rebuking, the breath was unstable, and the tail note was broken and shrill. Suddenly he felt that Lan Wangji was exerting so much force in his hand that his wrist was about to be broken. Wei Wuxian couldn't bear the pain, so his fingers loosened and the bamboo flute fell to the ground.

Fortunately, his instructions were clear enough, and Wen Ning quickly retreated, quietly sneaking into the dark forest and disappearing without a trace. Wei Wuxian was afraid that Lan Wangji would intercept Wen Ning, so he grabbed him with his backhand. Who knows, from beginning to end, Lan Wangji never gave Wen Ning a glance, but just kept a close eye on Wei Wuxian. The two of them just stared at each other while you pulled me and I pulled you.

At this moment, Jiang Cheng arrived.

He was patiently waiting for the result in Fojiao Town. He didn't even finish a cup of tea. One of his disciples rolled down the mountain in a panic, saying how wonderful and cruel the things in Dafan Mountain were. He was shocked when he heard this. , rushed up again and shouted: "Aling!"

Jin Ling had almost had his soul sucked away just now, but now he was fine. He stood on the ground and said, "Uncle!"

Seeing that Jin Ling was fine, Jiang Cheng's heart dropped, and he yelled angrily: "Don't you have a signal on you? You don't know how to let go of something like this? Why are you trying to be strong? Get over here!"

Jin Ling failed to catch the Soul-Eating Goddess and was also angry: "Didn't you tell me to capture it?! If I can't capture it, don't go back to see you!"

Jiang Cheng really wanted to slap this brat back into his mother's belly, but those words were indeed what he said, so he couldn't slap himself in the face, so he turned to the monks staggering around on the ground and sneered: "What the hell is that? Kill you so honorably."

Several of these monks wearing different colors were disguised as disciples of the Yunmeng Jiang Sect. They were secretly helping Jin Ling on Jiang Cheng's orders, fearing that he would not be able to win this level. This elder had taken great pains to do so. . A monk was still staring blankly: "Zong, sect leader, it's... it's Wen Ning..."

Jiang Cheng suspected that he heard wrongly: "What did you say?"

The man said: "It's Wen Ning who's back!"

In an instant, shock, disgust, anger, and disbelief all mixed together and struck Jiang Cheng's face.

After a while, he said coldly: "This thing has been crushed to ashes for a long time. How could it come back?"

The disciple said: "It's really Wen Ning! There's no way he's wrong! I'm absolutely right!..." He suddenly pointed over there: "...He summoned him!"

Wei Wuxian was still in a stalemate with Lan Wangji, and suddenly became the center of attention. Jiang Cheng's eyes, like cold lightning, slowly looked towards the direction where he was standing.

After a long while, a twisted smile appeared on Jiang Cheng's lips, and his left hand began to rub the ring involuntarily, saying softly: "...Okay. Are you back?"

He let go of his left hand, and a long whip hung from his hand.

The whip was extremely thin. As its name suggests, it was a stream of purple light that was still making a sizzling sound. It was like a streak of thunder crawling across the sky covered with thunderclouds. He held one end firmly in his hand. When he waved it, it was like a lightning bolt that was so fast and unparalleled!

Before Wei Wuxian could make a move, Lan Wangji already had the piano in his hand. A flick of the letter is like a stone that stirs up a thousand waves. The sound of the piano brings out countless ripples in the air, striking with purple electricity, one ebbing and the other ebbing.

Jiang Cheng's previous considerations of "never fighting hastily" and "not making enemies of the Lan family" seemed to have been eaten by dogs. In the night sky above the mountains and forests of Dafan Mountain, sometimes the purple light shines brightly, sometimes it is as bright as day, sometimes the thunder roars, and sometimes the music of the piano roars. The rest of the monks quickly opened a safe distance and stood on the sidelines to watch, both frightened and transfixed. After all, it is a rare opportunity to see two immortal heads from aristocratic families fighting each other, and they can't help but expect the fight to be more ferocious and intense. This also contains some unspeakable expectations. It is only interesting to hope that the relationship between the Lanjiang family will really break down. Over there, Wei Wuxian saw the opportunity and ran away.

Everyone was shocked. The whip didn't hit him, and it wasn't because Lan Wangji was blocking him in front. If he runs like this, he is seeking his own death!

Sure enough, Jiang Cheng seemed to have eyes in his back. When he saw that he was out of Lan Wangji's protective range, he was not willing to let go of this great opportunity. He raised his hand with a whip and swung it away, and the purple lightning swam out like a poisonous dragon. Hit him in the vest!

Wei Wuxian was hit by the whip so much that he almost flew out. Fortunately, the donkey blocked him, otherwise he would have hit the tree directly. But when the attack succeeded, Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng both stopped, stunned.

Wei Wuxian rubbed his back, helped the flowered donkey up, hid behind it and roared, "That's amazing! It's OK if the family is strong! You can hit anyone as you like! Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk!"

Lan Wangji: "…"

Jiang Cheng: "..."

He was shocked and angry: "What's going on?!"

"Purple Lightning" has a strange method. If the person who seizes the body is caught by it, his body and soul will be separated in an instant. The soul of the body-snatcher will be directly knocked out of the body by the purple lightning, without exception. But this man still acted as usual and was alive and kicking after being drawn. There was no other explanation except that he was not the one who took the body.

Wei Wuxian thought to himself, "Nonsense, of course Zidian can't extract my soul. My body is not taken away, but my body is sacrificed. Forced to sacrifice my soul!"

Jiang Cheng had a look of surprise on his face. Before he could be whipped again, Lan Jingyi shouted: "Sect Master Jiang, that's enough. That's Zidian!"

For an immortal weapon of Zidian's level, there is no chance that it will work only once or twice. If it is not drawn out, it is not drawn out. If it is not taken away, it is not taken away. Otherwise, it will be a wasted reputation. When he shouted like this, Jiang Cheng, who cared about his face as much as his life, was forced to stop taking action.

But if it wasn't Wei Wuxian, who else could summon Wen Ning? !

Jiang Cheng couldn't accept it even after thinking about it. He pointed at Wei Wuxian and said with a stern face, "Who on earth are you?!"

At this time, the onlookers who had something to do on the side finally intervened and coughed dryly: "Sect Master Jiang, you may not pay much attention to these things and you don't know anything. This Mo Xuanyu is from the Lanling Jin Sect... Well, he used to be A disciple of the Jin family with a different surname. But because of his low spiritual power and lack of effort in practice, and because he... harassed fellow practitioners, he was kicked out of the Lanling Jin family. I heard that he was even crazy? In my opinion, Most likely, he failed to correct his path and became angry in his heart, so he took a wrong path. It's not necessarily that... Yiling Patriarch took away his body."

Jiang Cheng said: "That one? Which one?"

"That...that's it..."

Some people couldn't help but say: "The habit of cutting off sleeves!"

Jiang Cheng's eyebrows twitched and he looked at Wei Wuxian with even more disgust. There were a few more words that no one else dared to say in front of Jiang Cheng.

Even though he has a bad reputation, it must be admitted that before he betrayed the Yunmeng Jiang clan, Wei Wuxian, the ancestor of Yiling, was a well-known handsome man and an elegant man with all six arts. He ranked fourth among the sons of aristocratic families in terms of appearance and popularity. As the saying goes, "Fengshen is handsome" - the very temperamental Jiang Sect Leader happened to be ranked fifth, so he was suppressed, so others did not dare to mention this. Wei Ying was a flirtatious person, and his favorite thing was beautiful women. I don't know how many fairies had suffered from his evil peach blossom, but no one had ever heard that he liked men. Even if he wanted to seize the house or kill him...according to Wei Ying's taste, he would never choose such a cut-sleeve lunatic who rides a donkey to eat fruit and paints his head like a hanged man!

Someone else muttered: "No matter how you look at it, it's not true...and the flute is so hard to listen to...and it's so bad at learning. It's just like imitating others."

During the "Sun Shooting Campaign" that year, the ancestor of Yiling was on the battlefield, playing a flute all night long, letting the ghosts, soldiers and ghost generals act like thousands of troops, invincible, killing people and killing Buddhas. The sound of the flute is like the sound of heaven and man, but how can it be compared to the whimpering and ghostly sound played by the abandoned son of the Jin family just now? Even if Wei Wuxian's character is extremely poor, he can't be compared like this. So insulting.

Wei Wuxian felt a little depressed: ...You haven't practiced for more than ten years, and you made a broken flute with three cuts and two cuts, and you want to blow it for me to listen to? If you play well, I will kneel down for you!

Just now, Jiang Cheng was convinced that this person was Wei Wuxian, and his whole body was boiling with cold blood, but now the purple lightning in his hand told him clearly that he was not. Zidian would never lie to him, let alone make any mistakes. He calmed down quickly and thought to himself: It's not a big deal. First, find an excuse to take the person back, and then use all means to beat him. Don't worry if he doesn't attract something, don't believe he can't leak anything. Anyway, similar things have not been done before. He figured this out and made a gesture. The disciples understood what he meant and gathered around him. Wei Wuxian hurriedly led the donkey and jumped behind Lan Wangji. He covered his heart and exclaimed in shock: "Ah, what are you going to do to me!"

Lan Wangji glanced at him and endured his very rude and noisy exaggerated behavior.

Seeing that he had no intention of getting out of the way, Jiang Cheng said, "Second Young Master Lan, are you deliberately trying to get into trouble with Jiang?"

Everyone in the family knew that the young head of the Jiang family was wary of Wei Wuxian to the point where he was almost crazy. He would rather catch the wrong person than let him go. If he saw anyone suspected of being Wei Wuxian's takeover, he would bring Yunmeng to the Jiang family and torture him. Torture, if he were to kidnap this man back, he would definitely lose half his life. Lan SiZhui said: "Sect Leader Jiang, the facts are before our eyes. Mr. Mo has not been taken away. Why do you have to embarrass an unknown person?"

Jiang Cheng said coldly: "Then I wonder why Second Young Master Lan has been protecting an unknown person from just now?"

Wei Wuxian suddenly laughed twice.

He said: "Sect Master Jiang, um, it's very difficult for me if you pester me like this."

Jiang Cheng's brows twitched twice, instinctively predicting that this man would never say anything nice to make him look good next.

Wei Wuxian said: "You are too enthusiastic, thank you. But you also think too much. Even if I like men, I don't like all men, and I won't just follow a man if he waves. You If it's planted, I'm not interested."

Wei Wuxian was deliberately disgusting him. Jiang Cheng hates being compared with others. No matter how boring the comparison is, as long as someone says that he is not as good as someone else, he will be angry and will not think about food or tea, and must win. Sure enough, Jiang Cheng's face turned green: "Oh? Then may I ask, what do you like?"

Wei Wuxian said, "What kind of thing? Well, I like Hanguang-Jun very much."

Lan Wangji is the person who can't stand such frivolous and boring jokes the most. After being disgusted, he will definitely take the initiative to draw a line and keep a distance. Disgusting two people at once, killing two birds with one stone!

Unexpectedly, Lan Wangji turned around after hearing this.

He said expressionlessly: "This is what you said."

Wei Wuxian: "Huh?"

Lan Wangji turned around, without breaking the etiquette, but without commenting, and said, "I brought this person back to the Lan family."

Wei Wuxian: "…"

Wei Wuxian: "…Huh?"