Unruly-I

Jinlin Terrace.

Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji walked side by side slowly in the sea of flowers on the snowy waves of Venus.

Lan Xichen casually brushed the snowy waves of a full, snow-white Venus flower, his movements so gentle that not even a drop of dew fell. He said, "Wangji, you have something on your mind, why are you so worried all the time?" Although this worry seemed to others, it was probably no different from Lan Wangji's other expressions.

Lan Wangji frowned and shook his head. After a long while, he whispered: "Brother, I want to take someone back to the Cloud Recesses."

Lan Xichen said in surprise: "Bringing people back to the Cloud Recesses?"

Lan Wangji nodded thoughtfully. After a pause, he added: "Take it back...hide it."

Lan Xichen's eyes widened immediately.

His younger brother, since his mother's death, has gradually become more and more dull. Apart from going out for night hunting, he shuts himself in the house all day long to read, meditate, write, play the piano, and practice. He doesn't like to talk to anyone, and he doesn't like to talk to anyone. Just being able to talk to him a little more. However, it was the first time that such words came out of his mouth.

Lan Xichen asked: "Hide?"

Lan Wangji frowned slightly and added, "But he doesn't want to."

At this time, there was a commotion ahead, and a person spat: "Is this a road you can walk on? Who told you to walk randomly!"

Another young voice said: "I'm sorry. I..."

Upon hearing this voice, Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji raised their heads in unison. I saw two people standing next to the screen wall. The person who just scolded was Jin Zixun. Behind him were several servants and monks. The one who was scolded was a young man in white. When the man caught a glimpse of Lan Xichen and the two, his face turned pale and he couldn't say the next words. Just when Jin Zixun was looking coldly at him, Jin Guangyao appeared at the right time to rescue him.

He said to the man in white: "The road on Jinlintai is complicated. I can't blame Mr. Su for taking the wrong road. You can follow me."

When Jin Zixun saw him emerging, he snorted and walked around them. The man in white was startled and said, "Do you recognize me?"

Jin Guangyao smiled and said: "Of course I remember, why don't you remember? Haven't we met before? Mr. Su Minshan, your swordsmanship is very good. I have been thinking about such a young man since the last hunt at Bai Feng Mountain. It would be a pity for such a talented person not to come to our home. Then he did come to our home, which made me so happy. Please, this way?"

There are countless swordsmen like Su She who have defected to the Lanling Jin Sect. He thought that no one knew him, but he didn't know that Jin Guangyao only met him briefly once and remembered him clearly and praised him highly. She couldn't help but his face softened, he no longer looked at the Lan brothers over there, and followed Jin Guangyao, as if he was afraid that they would come forward to ridicule or point fingers.

In the Douyan Hall, Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji took their seats one after another. It was inconvenient to continue talking about the topic just now, and Lan Wangji returned to his cold and frosty normal state. The Gusu Lan family is known to dislike drinking. After Jin Guangyao arranged it, there were no wine cups on the small table in front of the two of them. There were only tea cups and a few refreshing small dishes. No one came forward to propose a toast. , a piece of pure. Who knows, not long after the purification, a man wearing a Venus Snow Wave robe suddenly came over, holding a wine cup in each hand, and loudly said: "Sect Leader Lan, Lord Hanguang, I'd like to toast you two!"

This person is none other than Jin Zixun, who has been toasting everyone since just now. Jin Guangyao knew that Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji didn't like drinking, so he hurried over and said: "Zixun, Lord Zewu and Lord Hanguang are both people who came from Yunshenzhen. There are three thousand family rules engraved on the disciplinary stone. Well, you might as well let them drink..."

Jin Zixun couldn't stand Jin Guangyao very much. He felt that this person was from a lowly background and was ashamed of being of the same clan as him. He interrupted directly: "We, the Jin family and the Lan family, are all members of the same family. If the two Lan brothers don't drink, then You just look down on me!"

Several of his fans on the side clapped their hands and praised: "What a bold spirit!"

"This is what celebrities should be like!"

Jin Guangyao kept his smile unchanged, but sighed silently and rubbed his temples. Lan Xichen stood up and declined politely, but Jin Zixun kept pestering him and said to Lan Xichen: "Don't say anything, Master Lan, our family is different from outsiders. Don't treat me the same way you deal with outsiders! Just one word, it's all right Tell me whether you want to drink it or not!"

The corner of Jin Guangyao's smiling mouth almost twitched. He looked at Lan Xichen with apologetic eyes and said warmly: "Master Lan and the others will have to return with the sword later. I'm afraid drinking will affect the sword control..."

Jin Zixun disagreed: "How can I still pour it after drinking two glasses? Even if I drink eight bowls of the ocean, I can still wield a sword and fly to the sky!"

There was a sound of praise and applause all around. Lan Wangji was still sitting, staring coldly at the glass of wine that Jin Zixun had forced in front of him. He seemed to be about to speak, when suddenly, a hand took over the wine cup.

Lan Wangji was startled slightly, his frown suddenly relaxed, and he looked up.

The first thing that caught the eye was a man dressed in black, with a flute on his waist, and a blood-like red tassel hanging from the flute's tail. The visitor stood with his hands behind his hands, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp. He showed the bottom of the empty wine cup to Jin Zixun and said, "I'll drink it for him. Are you satisfied?"

There is a smile on the eyebrows and a slight raise at the end of the words. He is tall, tall and handsome.

Lan Xichen asked: "Master Wei?"

One person exclaimed in a low voice: "When did he come?!"

Wei Wuxian put down the wine cup, straightened his collar with one hand, and said, "Just now."

Just now? But just now it became clear that no one informed or greeted him, and no one even noticed when he came to Douyan Hall without anyone noticing. Everyone couldn't help but feel a chill. Jin Guangyao reacted quickly, still extremely enthusiastic, and said: "I don't know if Mr. Wei is coming to Jinlin Terrace, but he is not welcomed from afar. Do you need to set up a seat? Oh, by the way, do you have an invitation?"

Wei Wuxian did not exchange pleasantries and said straight to the point, "No, no." He nodded slightly to Jin Zixun and said, "Master Jin, please take a moment to speak."

Jin Zixun said: "If you have anything to say, come back after our family banquet is over."

In fact, he had no intention of talking to Wei Wuxian at all. Wei Wuxian also noticed it and said, "How long do we have to wait?"

Jin Zixun said: "Three or four hours. Maybe five or six hours. Or tomorrow."

Wei WuXian said, "I'm afraid we can't wait that long."

Jin Zixun said proudly: "If you can't wait, you have to wait."

Jin Guangyao said: "I wonder why Mr. Wei, you have something important to do with Zixun? Is it urgent?"

Wei WuXian said, "It's urgent, we can't delay."

Jin Zixun turned to Lan Xichen, raised another cup and said, "Sect Leader Lan, come on, come on, you haven't drank this cup yet!"

Seeing that he was deliberately delaying, Wei Wuxian's brows flashed with a flash of blackness, he narrowed his eyes, curled up the corners of his mouth, and said, "Okay, then I'll get it straight here. Master Jin, do you know about Wen Ning?" people?"

Jin Zixun said: "Wen Ning? I don't know."

Wei WuXian said, "You must remember this person. Last month you were hunting at night in the Ganquan area, chasing an eight-winged bat king to the settlement, or internment area, of the remnants of the Wen clan in Qishan, and took away a group of Wen clan's remnants." The disciple of the family, the one who is the leader is him."

After the Sun-shooting Campaign, the Wen family of Qishan was destroyed, and the territory that had expanded everywhere was divided up by other families. The Ganquan area was placed under the banner of the Lanling Jin clan. As for the remnants of the Wen family, they were all driven to a corner of Qishan Mountain, occupying less than one thousandth of the original land, and lived here in a snail's manner, eking out a living. Jin Zixun said: "If you don't remember, you just don't remember. I don't have that much time to bother remembering the name of a warm dog."

Wei WuXian said, "Okay, I don't mind going into more detail. You couldn't catch the Bat King, and you happened to meet a few disciples of the Wen family who came to check out the vision, so you forced them to carry the Zhaoyin flag. I'll serve you as bait. They don't dare, so someone comes out to argue with you. This person is Wen Ning. After a while, the Bat King escapes. You beat up these Wen family monks and take them away by force. Let's go, these people have disappeared. Do you need me to give more details? They have not returned yet. Besides asking you, Wei really doesn't know who else to ask."

Jin Zixun said, "Wei Wuxian, what do you mean? Are you asking me for help? Are you trying to stand up for Wen Gou?"

Wei Wuxian smiled brightly and said, "You care whether I want to show off or behead my head? - Just hand it over!"

At the last sentence, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared, and his voice suddenly turned cold. He had obviously lost his patience, and many people in the Douyan Hall couldn't help but shudder. Jin Zixun also felt numb. However, his anger immediately surged up, and he shouted: "Wei Wuxian, you are so arrogant! Did I, the Lanling Jin Sect, invite you today? How dare you stand here and be so presumptuous? You really think you are invincible and no one dares to offend you. You? You want to overthrow the world?"

Wei WuXian smiled and said, "Are you comparing yourself to the world? I must be honest, you are a bit thick-skinned."

Although Jin Zixun had indeed regarded the Lanling Jin Sect as Xintian for a long time, he also knew that he had made a mistake. His face turned slightly red, and he was about to raise his voice to fight back. At this moment, the chief Jin Guangshan spoke.

He chuckled and said, "It's not a big deal in the first place. Why should young people get angry? But Mr. Wei, let me be fair. It's really inappropriate for you to barge in when I, the Lanling Jin Sect, are hosting a private banquet."

It is impossible to say that Jin Guangshan does not mind the hunting at Baifeng Mountain. This is why he had been laughing when he saw Jin Zixun confronting Wei Wuxian without trying to dissuade him, and he didn't speak out until Jin Zixun was at a disadvantage. Wei WuXian nodded and said, "Sect Master Jin, I didn't intend to disturb the private banquet. I offended you. However, the lives and whereabouts of several people that Mr. Jin took away are now unknown. If we delay, we may not be able to save him. One of them can save my life." I will never stand idly by and watch for your kindness. If I don't look at Haihan, I will apologize in the future."

Jin Guangshan said: "If there's anything you can't put aside for a while, come on, sit down first and we'll talk slowly."

Jin Guangyao had already quietly set up a new table. Wei Wuxian said, "Sect Master Jin is too polite to sit down. This matter cannot be delayed any longer. Please resolve it as soon as possible."

Jin Guangshan said: "There is no need to rush. Let's take a closer look. We also have some things that have not been settled yet and cannot be delayed any longer. Since you are here now, how about we take this opportunity to solve them all?"

Wei Wuxian raised his eyebrows and said, "What is the settlement?"

Jin Guangshan said: "Mr. Wei, we have mentioned this matter to you a few times before. You won't forget it... you used something during the Sun Shooting Campaign."

Wei Wuxian said, "Oh, you mentioned it. The Yin Tiger Talisman. What's wrong?"

Jin Guangshan said: "It is said that this Yin Tiger Talisman was forged from the iron essence of the iron sword you obtained from the bottom of the Xuanwu Cave. You used it once on the battlefield back then, and it was so powerful that some fellow practitioners were also killed by the rest of the force. spread..."

Wei Wuxian interrupted: "Please tell me the key points."

Jin Guangshan said: "This is the point. In that battle, not only the Wen family, but also our side suffered a lot of losses. I thought it would be difficult to control such a magic weapon. If it is kept by just one person, I'm afraid..."

Before he finished speaking, Wei Wuxian suddenly laughed.

After laughing a few times, he said: "Sect Master Jin, let me ask one more question. Do you think that if the Qishan Wen family is gone, the Lanling Jin family should take his place as a matter of course?"

The hall was silent for a moment.

Wei Wuxian added, "Everything has to be handed over to you, and everyone has to listen to you? Looking at the way the Lanling Jin Sect behaves, I almost thought it was still King Wen's heyday."

Hearing this, a trace of embarrassment and anger flashed across Jin Guangshan's face. After the Sun-Shooting Campaign, the major families gradually criticized Wei Wuxian for practicing the ghost path. The intention of him mentioning the Yinhu Talisman here is to threaten Wei Wuxian and remind him that you still have something to do. Others are watching you. Don't be too arrogant. Don't try to ride on our family. Who knows what Wei Wuxian said? So naked and bloody, although he had secretly had the intention of taking over the Wen family's position for a long time, no one had ever dared to expose it so openly and ridicule it. A guest on his right shouted, "Wei Wuxian! Why are you talking!"

Wei WuXian said, "Did I make a mistake? Using living people as bait and suppressing them in every possible way at the slightest disobedience. Is this any different from the Qishan Wen clan?"

Another guest stood up and said: "Of course there is a difference. Wen Gou has done many evil things, and they deserve this end. We are just retaliating with tooth and letting them reap the consequences of what we have sown, so what's the point of blame?"

Wei WuXian said, "Whoever bites you, you have to pay it back. Wen Ning has never had any blood on his hands. Could it be that you guys still want to do this?"

One person said: "Mr. Wei, you said they didn't have blood on their hands because they didn't have blood on them? This is just your one-sided statement. Where is the evidence?"

Wei WuXian said: "You think they killed indiscriminately, isn't it just your one-sided statement? Shouldn't you come up with evidence first? Why do you ask me for it instead?"

The man shook his head repeatedly, looking like "this man is unreasonable." Another person sneered: "When the Wen family massacred our people, it was a thousand times more cruel than this! They didn't even talk to us about morality, so why should we talk about morality with them?"

Wei WuXian smiled and said, "Oh. Wen Gou has done many evil things, so anyone with the surname Wen can be killed? Isn't that right? Many rebels who surrendered from Qishan are now like fish in water. Aren't there a few of you here? Is he the head of the original family affiliated with the Wen family?"

When the heads of the family saw that they were recognized by him, their expressions changed immediately. Wei Wuxian added, "Since anyone with the surname Wen can vent their anger at will, regardless of whether they are innocent or innocent, does that mean I can kill them all now?"

Before he finished speaking, he put his hand on Chen Qing at his waist. In an instant, some memories were awakened in the entire banquet hall, as if they had returned to the dark battlefield where mountains of corpses and seas of blood piled up. Suddenly, people everywhere suddenly stood up, and Lan Wangji said in a deep voice: "Wei Ying!"

Jin Guangyao was closest to Wei Wuxian, but his expression did not change. He said warmly: "Master Wei, you must not act recklessly. Everything is easy to discuss."

Jin Guangshan also stood up, with a mixture of shock, anger, fear and hatred: "Wei Wuxian! Jiang... Sect Master Jiang is not here, but you are so unscrupulous!"

Wei Wuxian said sternly: "Do you think I won't be unscrupulous if he is here? If I want to kill someone, who can stop me, and who dares to stop me?!"

Lan Wangji said word by word: "Wei Ying, put down your petition."

Wei Wuxian glanced at him, and saw his almost ferocious reflection in those eyes as pale as glass. He suddenly turned his head and shouted: "Jin Zixun!"

Jin Guangshan hurriedly said: "Zixun!"

Wei WuXian said, "Stop talking nonsense. I believe everyone knows that my patience is limited. Where is he? I have wasted so much time with you, and I only give you three calls. Three!"

Jin Zixun wanted to grit his teeth and carry it to death, but looking at Jin Guangshan's expression, his heart became cold. Wei Wuxian said again: "Two!"

Jin Zixuan shouted: "...That's it! That's all! It's just a few warm dogs. If you want to use them, you can take them. I don't want to tangle with you today! Just go to Qiongqi Road to find them yourself!"

Wei Wuxian sneered and said, "You could have said no earlier."

He comes like the wind and goes like the wind. As soon as the figure disappeared, the dark clouds in many people's hearts dissipated. In the banquet hall, people who could not sit still sat down in twos and threes, and most likely broke out in a cold sweat. Jin Guangshan stood there blankly for a while, then suddenly became furious and kicked over the small case in front of him. The case full of gold cups and silver dishes rolled down the steps. Jin Guangyao saw that he was losing his composure, so he wanted to smooth things over and said, "Father..."

Before he finished speaking, Jin Guangshan had already walked away. Jin Zixun also deeply felt that he had lost face by giving in in front of everyone, and he was angry and resentful, so he wanted to leave the scene too. Jin Guangyao hurriedly said: "Zixun..."

Jin Zixun was furious, and without thinking, he threw the glass of wine that he had not sent away and hit Jin Guangyao on the chest. The golden star in the snow-white robe suddenly burst into flames, and suddenly a splash of hop blossoms appeared on the snowy waves, making her very embarrassed. But the scene was so chaotic that no one cared about this extremely inappropriate disrespect. Only Lan Xichen said: "Third brother!"

Jin Guangyao said hurriedly: "It's okay, it's okay, second brother, please sit down."

Lan Xichen didn't want to comment on Jin Zixun, so he just took out a snow-white handkerchief and handed it to him, saying, "Go down and change your clothes."

Jin Guangyao took the handkerchief and wiped it while smiling bitterly: "I can't walk away."

He was the only one left to clean up the mess and teach him how to get out. While comforting the audience, he said anxiously: "Oh, this Mr. Wei is so impulsive. How could he speak like this in front of so many families?"

Lan Wangji said coldly: "Isn't he right?"

Jin Guangyao was slightly startled, then smiled and said, "Haha. Yes. It's right. But just because it's right, I can't say it in person."

Lan Xichen said thoughtfully, "This Young Master Wei has really changed his mind."

Hearing this, Lan Wangji's pale eyes showed a hint of pain under his frown.

After getting off the Jinlin Tower, Wei Wuxian walked around in Lanling City and entered an alley, saying, "I found it, let's go."

Wenqing had been sitting uneasy in the alley for a long time, and immediately rushed out after hearing the words. She was weak at the moment, a little dizzy, and the sole of her foot was sprained. Wei Wuxian supported her body with one hand and suggested, "Do you want me to find a place for you to rest? It's enough for me to go alone. I will definitely take care of her." Wen Ning brought it back."

Wen Qing hurriedly grabbed him and said, "No! No! I'm going, I must go!"

After Wen Ning disappeared, she ran from Qishan to Yunmeng almost non-stop on one and two legs. She didn't sleep for several days. After seeing Wei Wuxian, she urged him like crazy all the way. At this moment, her lips were white and her eyes were hairy. Straight, barely humanoid. Wei Wuxian saw that she almost couldn't hold it anymore, and he didn't have time for her to eat slowly, so he bought some white-flour steamed buns on the street and let her eat them. Wen Qing also knew that she was reaching her limit and had to eat. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes were red, and her teeth were gnawing fiercely at the bun. This look reminded Wei Wuxian of the time when he and Jiang Cheng were fleeing on the road. . He promised again: "It's okay. I will definitely bring Wen Ning out."

Wen Qing choked up while eating: "I knew I shouldn't leave... But I had no choice. They forcibly transferred me to another city. When I came back, Wen Ning and the whole family were gone. ! I knew it wouldn't work to leave him alone!"

Wei WuXian said, "He can do it."

Wen Qing collapsed and said: "He can't do it! An Ning has been timid and timid since he was a child. He doesn't even dare to recruit people with a bigger temper. They are all just like him! When he meets I don't know what to do if nothing happens!"

When Wei Wuxian said goodbye to Jiang Cheng behind his back, Wen Qing said this: "No matter what the outcome of this battle is, from now on, you and we will owe nothing to each other. We will be clean." His expression was arrogant and vivid. Head. However, last night, she held Wei Wuxian's hand tightly and almost knelt in front of him, pleading: "Wei Wuxian, Wei Wuxian, Mr. Wei, please help me. I really can't find anyone who can help me." Helper, you must help me save Aning! I really have no choice but to find you!"

The original pride is gone.

Qiongqi Road is an ancient road in a valley. According to legend, this road is where Wen Mao, the ancestor of the Wen family in Qishan, became famous in the battle. Hundreds of years ago, he fought with an ancient beast here for ninety-nine and eighty-one days, and finally killed it. This ancient ferocious beast is Qiongqi, a divine beast that punishes good and promotes evil, confuses evil, likes to eat upright and loyal people, and gives gifts to those who do evil. Of course, there is no way to verify whether this legend is true or whether it was exaggerated by the descendants of the Wen family in Qishan in order to deify their ancestors.

Over hundreds of years, this valley has transformed from a dangerous thoroughfare into a place of praise and tourism. After the Sun-shooting Campaign, various families divided up the territory originally owned by the Wen family in Qishan, and Qiongqi Road was also captured by the Jin family in Lanling. Originally, the high and broad mountain walls on both sides of the mountain road were carved with the life stories of the great sage Wen Mao. After the Lanling Jin family took over, they naturally could not let these glorious past events of the Qishan Wen family continue to be preserved, and were starting to rebuild. The meaning of reconstruction is to chisele and clear out all the alpine murals on both sides and carve new totems on them. Of course, in the end, a new name must be changed that can highlight the bravery of the Lanling Jin clan.

Such a big project naturally requires a lot of hard work. Naturally, there is no more suitable candidate for these coolies than the Wen family prisoners of war who became homeless dogs after the Sun Shooting Campaign.

When the two of them arrived at Qiongqi Road, it was already night, and the dark sky was covered with cold rain. The tenderness is deep, one foot is shallow, and the other is keeping close to Wei Wuxian, shivering, as if her whole body is chilling from the inside out, Wei Wuxian has to give her a hand from time to time. In front of the valley was a row of makeshift huts for the prisoners to rest at night. With tenderness, Wei Wuxian saw a rickety figure in the distance, wearing rain silk and carrying a big flag, walking slowly. Getting closer, the person carrying the flag turned out to be a trembling old woman, carrying an ignorant young son on her back. She was tied to the old man's back with a cloth strip and was chewing her fingers seriously. An old man and a young man were walking back and forth on the road. The old man was having a hard time carrying the high flag. He took a few steps to rest and put the flag down. Seeing this, she cried tenderly with red eyes: "Mother-in-law! It's me!"

The old man probably had poor eyesight and ears. He didn't see or hear clearly who was coming. He only knew that someone was approaching and was shouting. He quickly picked up the flag again, with a look of fear on his face, as if he was afraid of being attacked. Found out and got scolded. Wenqing rushed forward, grabbed the flag, and said, "What is this? What are you doing!"

This large flag was painted with a huge Sun Family crest of the Qishan Wen Sect, but at this time, a large blood-red cross was painted on it, and the flag was torn into tatters. From the end of the Sun Shooting Campaign to the present, countless people have been labeled as "warm dog remnants", and countless methods have been used to torment them, including the euphemistic name of "introspection". Wei Wuxian knew that it must be this old woman. She was too old to do hard labor like others, so the boss here came up with this method to torture her, asking her to walk around carrying the broken flag of the Wen family to humiliate herself.

The old woman shrank in shock at first, but when she could barely distinguish the person, she opened her mouth wide and said tenderly: "Mother-in-law, where is Aning? Where are the fourth uncle and the others? Where is Aning?!" The old woman looked at Wei Wuxian behind her, I didn't dare to speak, I just looked across the valley, and ran away without caring about anything else.

Torches were set up on both sides of the broad valley, and the flames flickered slightly in the fine rain, still burning brightly and illuminating hundreds of figures walking with heavy loads on the mountain road.

Each of these prisoners of war looked pale and pale, and their steps were sluggish. They were not allowed to use spiritual power or rely on external forces, not only because the Lanling Jin Sect was wary of them, but also because there was a sense of punishment in it. A dozen supervisors held black umbrellas and rode through the rain, shouting. Wenqing rushed into the rain, her eyes swept wildly over every gray and tired face. A supervisor noticed her, raised his hand and shouted: "Where did you come from? Who asked you to break in here!"

Wen Qing said anxiously: "I'm looking for someone, I'm looking for someone!"

The supervisor drove his horse closer, pulled out something from his waist, and waved it: "I don't care if you find someone or not, let's go! If you don't leave..."

At this moment, he saw a young man in black walking behind the young woman. He seemed to be tongue-tied and his voice stopped abruptly.

This young man had a handsome face, but his eyes were quite cold, which made him shiver involuntarily. Soon, he discovered that the young man was not staring at him, but at the iron brand he was wielding in his hand.

The iron iron brands in the hands of these supervisors are exactly the same as those used by the domestic slaves of the Qishan Wen family in the past, except that the shape of the iron blade on the top has been changed from a sun pattern to a peony pattern.

Wei Wuxian noticed this, and a cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes. Many supervisors recognized his face and could not help but quietly reined in their horses and whispered to their colleagues. No one else dared to stop the warmth anymore. She shouted while searching: "A-Ning! An-Ning!"

The cry was shrill, but no one answered. I searched the entire valley and found no trace of my brother. If Wen Ning were here, he would have rushed out long ago. The supervisors quietly dismounted, and everyone in the circle looked at Wei Wuxian, as if they were hesitating whether they should step forward to greet him. Wen Qing rushed over and asked, "Where are the newly sent Wen monks these days?"

Several people looked at each other. After waiting for a moment, a supervisor who looked very honest and honest said in a friendly manner: "All the prisoners of war here are monks of the Wen family, and there are new ones sent every day."

Wenqing said: "It's my brother, brought by Jin Zixun! He... He is probably this tall, he doesn't speak much, and he stutters when he speaks..."

The supervisor said: "Hey, girl, look, there are so many people here, how can we remember whether one or two people are stuttering?"

Wenqing stamped her feet anxiously: "I know he must be here!"

The governor, who was round and fat, said with a smile: "Don't worry, girl. In fact, people from other families often come to our place to ask for monks. Maybe they are being asked to leave in the past few days? Occasionally during roll call, too. You will find that someone has escaped..."

"He won't run away! My mother-in-law and the others are all here, and my brother won't run away alone," she said tenderly.

The supervisor said: "How about you search slowly? Everyone is here. If you can't find him in this valley, then we have nothing to do."

Suddenly, Wei Wuxian asked, "Is everyone here?"

As soon as he spoke, the faces of those people froze. The overseer turned to him and said, "Yes."

Wei Wuxian said, "Okay. I'll just pretend that everyone alive is here. So, what about the others?"

The warm body shook.

The "other" opposite to "living" is naturally only "death".

The superintendent said quickly: "You can't talk like that. Although we are all Wen family monks, no one dares to cause trouble..."

Wei Wuxian took off the flute from his waist as if he hadn't heard anything. Several prisoners of war who were struggling to move forward on his side suddenly yelled, threw down the heavy objects on their backs, and ran away. In the valley, a large open space suddenly and quickly opened up with him as the center.

In fact, these prisoners of war did not recognize Wei Wuxian's face, because all the Wen family monks who met Wei Wuxian on the battlefield of the Sun Shooting Campaign had only one ending - their entire army was annihilated. Therefore, most of the Wen family monks who recognized his face became vicious corpses, manipulated and controlled by him and became his subordinates. But this black wooden flute with bright red tassels hanging down, and the young man in black who controls it, have long become their nightmare. People everywhere exclaimed: "Ghost flute expresses his love!"

Wei Wuxian brought Chen Qing to his lips, and the shrill and sharp flute sound first pierced the night sky like sharp arrows piercing the clouds and cut through the night rain. Then, the lingering sound echoed throughout the valley. With just one word, Wei Wuxian withdrew his plea, stood with his hands down, a sneer on his face, and let the rain wet his black hair and black clothes.

Soon, someone suddenly said: "What is the sound?"

Suddenly, there were screams from outside the crowd, and they rolled and crawled to break the encirclement into an open space. In the space they had vacated, in the pouring rain, there were a dozen or so ragged figures standing staggering, some tall and some short, some men and some women, some emitting the stench of decay. Standing at the front was Wen Ning, who still had his eyes open.

His face was as pale as wax, his pupils were dilated, and the blood at the corners of his mouth had turned dark brown. Although his chest did not rise at all, it was obvious that half of his ribs had been collapsed. Anyone who sees such a shape will not think that this person is still alive, but the warmth still does not give up, and tremblingly grabs his pulse.

After holding on for a long time, I finally burst into tears.

These days, she was frightened and frightened. She ran almost crazy, but she still came late and didn't even see her brother for the last time.

Wen Qing touched Wen Ning's ribs while crying, as if she wanted to pick them up, dreaming about whether she could seize a glimmer of hope. The originally sweet face was distorted by crying and became ugly and ugly. However, when a person is truly sad, there is absolutely no way to cry beautifully.

In front of the stiff corpse of her only brother, no trace of the arrogance she insisted on was left.

The stimulation of warmth was so great that I finally couldn't hold it in and fainted. Wei Wuxian stood behind her, catching her without saying a word and letting her lean against his chest. He closed his eyes, opened them after a moment, and said, "Who killed this person."

His tone was lukewarm, as if he was not angry, but thinking about something. The supervisor who was the leader felt lucky and said harshly: "Master Wei, please don't say this nonsense. No one here dares to kill anyone. He was careless while working and fell down the mountain wall to death."

Wei Wuxian said, "No one dares to kill people indiscriminately? Really?"

Several supervisors vowed together: "It's absolutely true!"

"Nothing false!"

Wei Wuxian smiled slightly and said, "Oh. I understand."

Immediately, he continued slowly: "Because they are warm dogs, and warm dogs are not humans. So killing them is not considered murder. That's what I mean, right?"

The governor was just thinking about this sentence, and his face turned pale when he suddenly pierced his mind. Wei Wuxian asked again, "Or do you really think that I don't know how a person dies?"

The supervisors were dumbfounded, and finally began to realize that something was wrong, and had a faint intention of retreating. Wei Wuxian kept his smile unchanged and said: "You'd better tell the truth immediately who killed him and come forward. Otherwise, I will have to kill the wrong person rather than let them go. Kill them all. This shouldn't be the case. A fish that slipped through the net."

Everyone's scalps were numb and their backs were cold. The governor murmured: "The Yunmeng Jiang clan and the Lanling Jin clan are currently on good terms, but you can't..."

Hearing this, Wei Wuxian glanced at him and said in surprise, "You are very courageous. Are you threatening me?"

The governor hurriedly said: "Don't dare."

Wei Wuxian said, "Congratulations on your success in exhausting all my patience. Since you are unwilling to say it, let him answer it on his own."

As if waiting for his words for a long time, Wen Ning's stiff body suddenly moved and raised its head. Before the two overseers standing closest could scream, an iron-like hand grabbed their throats.

Wen Ning expressionlessly lifted the two short-statured supervisors high into the air. The circle around the open space became wider and wider. The supervisor said: "Young Master Wei! Young Master Wei! Show mercy! Your impulse will have consequences. It's irreversible!"

The rain fell harder and harder, and the rain kept sliding down Wei Wuxian's face.

He turned around suddenly, put his hand on Wen Ning's shoulder, and shouted: "Wen Qionglin!"

In response, Wen Ning let out a long, deafening roar, which made the ears of everyone in the valley hurt.

Wei Wuxian said word by word: "Whoever made you become like this, you will let them get the same fate. I give you this right, let's clean up!"

Hearing this, Wen Ning immediately collided with the two supervisors he was holding in his hands. The two heads were like exploding watermelons, with a loud "bang" and a burst of red and white flowers.

The scene was extremely bloody, with screams rising and falling in the valley, horses neighing, prisoners fleeing, and chaos beyond compare. Wei Wuxian picked up Wenqing and walked through the crowd of fryers as if nothing had happened. He held a horse and was about to turn around when a thin prisoner said: "...Mr. Wei!"

Wei Wuxian turned around and asked, "What?"

The prisoner's voice trembled slightly, and he pointed in one direction and said: "There is a room at the other end of the mountain... valley. They used it to lock people up and beat them. Those who were beaten to death were dragged out and buried directly. You want Maybe some of the people I'm looking for are still there..."

Wei Wuxian said, "Thank you very much."

He followed the direction pointed by the man and found what looked like a temporary shack. Holding Wenqing in one hand, he kicked the door open with one foot. There were more than a dozen people sitting in the corner of the room, all of them bruised and bleeding, with bruises and swollen faces. They were shaken by his violent kicking of the door. Seeing the tenderness in Wei Wuxian's arms, several people rushed towards them and shouted, "Miss Qing!" regardless of their injuries.

One person said angrily: "You...who are you? What did you do to the leader?"

Wei Wuxian said, "Nothing. Who are Wen Ning's monks? Stop talking nonsense and come out!"

Several people looked at each other, but Wei Wuxian had already left with warmth in his arms, so they had to brace themselves and support each other to keep up. As soon as they left the house, before they had time to see what was going on in the chaotic scene in the valley, Wei Wuxian said, "Everyone, find your horse, hurry up!"

A middle-aged man said: "No, my Mr. Wen Ning..."

At this moment, a human head flew past him, and everyone turned their heads, just in time to see Wen Ning throw a headless corpse with twitching hands and feet to the ground, and use his bare hands to dig out the man's internal organs. Wei Wuxian shouted, "That's enough!"

A low roar came from Wen Ning's throat, as if he was still not satisfied, but Wei Wuxian blew a whistle and said, "Get up!" Wen Ning had no choice but to stand up. Wei Wuxian said, "What are you still doing? Get on your horse! Are you still waiting for me to find you a flying sword?"

One of them remembered that there was an old man here, so he quickly brought the old woman and young son and helped them onto the horse. Wei Wuxian himself also climbed onto the horse with Wen Qing, who was still unconscious, in his arms. Dozens of people only found a dozen horses in the chaos, riding two or three people at a time. The horses were so crowded that the old woman couldn't ride alone and had to hold her tightly. Holding the child, Wei Wuxian stretched out his hand and said, "Give it to me."

The old woman shook her head repeatedly, and the child also hugged her grandma's neck tightly and almost slipped down, but there was a look of horror in their eyes that could not be concealed. Wei Wuxian reached out and picked up the child and tucked it under his arm. The old woman was frightened and said: "A Yuan! A Yuan!"

Although the child named A Yuan was very young, he already knew that he was afraid, but he did not cry. He just kept biting his fingers and secretly looked at Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian shouted, "Let's go!" He tucked his legs on the horse's back and set off first. More than a dozen horses followed, galloping away in the night rain.