[Magic Dao Patriarch·Chen Qingling] Lan's Night Hunting Notes

Chapter 72

Yunmeng Lotus Pier

Seeing Wen Ning helping the light-headed and dizzy Lan Sizhui get off the boat, all the sect masters of the Hundred Families of the Immortal Sect turned their heads one by one, as if they were out of sight.In addition, he stared fiercely at his own children who were curiously inquiring about things beside General Ghost, and sincerely hated iron for being weak.

The juniors who were glared at by the elders did not take it seriously. After all, they had already figured out General Ghost's soft temperament, and they also kept in mind General Ghost's protection for them at the mass grave. The younger generation of Xianmen Baibai have received many courses since childhood, and their minds should not be underestimated.Now I know that what happened in 16 years is suspicious, and my elders are just a group of people who have experienced the disaster of 16 years. They really don't know how to face their elders, but it is impossible to really quarrel with their elders. shelf.That being the case, I can only stop meeting with the elders for the time being, so that I can think about it myself, clear my mind, and then talk to the elders about what happened 16 years ago.

In other words, out of sight is out of sight.

It is also a consistent attitude.

Thinking of this, and considering that Lan Sizhui has Wen Ning to take care of him, and this is the territory of the Yunmengjiang Sect, there will be no danger, and his elders have important things to discuss, and it is impossible to take care of him, so nothing happened The juniors of the immortal sect who could do nothing all saluted and bid farewell to Lan Sizhui and Wen Ning, walked into the Lotus Pier together in twos and threes, and dispersed.

Lan Sizhui had the preserved fruit in his mouth, biting it occasionally, the sour juice leaked out, which aroused Lan Sizhui to wake up a little bit, and also suppressed his anxiety.

Lan SiZhui turned his head, just in time to see Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi approaching, "HanGuang-Jun, Senior Wei."

"Sizhui'er," Wei Wuxian looked at Lan Sizhui, his eyes softened a little, he raised his hand to stroke Lan Sizhui's head, resisting the urge to hug Lan Sizhui, his voice was full of laughter, " Why don't you go in? Jiang Cheng reserved a room for you guys in Lianhuawu."

Lan Sizhui was a little embarrassed, but he still looked up and looked behind. Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji were the people who got off the boat behind, and now the only people who didn't get off the boat were the clansmen on the Gusu Lan's boat, "I'll wait for the scene. instrument."

Wei Wuxian frowned, "Come on, go back to your room after you get to the scene, Lan Zhan and I need to discuss the next thing with Jiang Cheng and the others." He looked up at the man standing not far away. Wei Wuxian smiled at Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling, then turned his head slightly, "Lan Zhan, let's go."

Lan Wangji nodded slightly, glanced at Lan Sizhui, "Sizhui, pay more attention to Jingyi these days."

Lan Sizhui was puzzled, but still nodded obediently. After all, he had been by Lan Jingyi's side since he was a child, and now he just needs to pay more attention, and it won't affect him.

After Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji had left, Lan Sizhui waited for a while, and saw Lan Qiren leading the other clansmen off the boat, hurried forward a few steps, cupped his sword and saluted, "Mr. Lan."

Lan Qiren looked at Lan Sizhui, his originally frowning brows slightly relaxed, "Why are you standing here? Don't catch a cold."

Lan Sizhui pursed his lips, "I'm waiting for Jingyi," he said, his eyes searched among the clansmen, but he couldn't find the familiar figure, he was a little puzzled and worried, "Mr. Lan, Jingyi, isn't he looking for Zi Ling?"

Lan Qiren was slightly silent, "Jingyi and Ziling got off the boat first." After finishing speaking, he raised his hand and patted Lan Sizhui's head, "You've worked hard these days, go rest first, Jingyi later will find you."

Lan Sizhui was stunned for a moment, and after recovering, he saluted again, "Yes, Mr. Lan." Watching Lan Qiren and his family walk into the Lotus Pier, Lan Sizhui slowly straightened up, frowning.

Wen Ning looked at Lan Sizhui and fell silent, and asked hesitantly, "Master SiZhui?"

Lan Sizhui raised his eyes and saw Wen Ning's worried look, he pursed his lips and smiled, "Senior Wen, let's go back to the room first."

Lan Sizhui and Wen Ning avoided the monks, and returned to the house under the guidance of Yunmeng's disciples.

When Lan Sizhui was sitting in front of the case, he finally couldn't help but sighed faintly, his eyes showing worry.

He and Jing Yi have known each other since they were young. Although Jing Yi has a distasteful personality, she would never leave him without telling her the reason. What's more, it is impossible for Jing Yi not to know that she will wait for him, so how could she leave first?

Unless... something happened.

Lotus Pavilion

Lan Ziling helped Lan Jingyi, who had really had an accident and vomited blood so quickly that he doubted his life, his face was as pale as if he was the one who vomited blood.

Lan Jingyi held onto Lan Ziling's arm tremblingly, so as not to kneel directly, and hammered the leg that seemed to have broken bones, took a breath silently, raised her eyes, and smiled brightly, "Ziling, Aunt Qing Did I tell you, when I become what I am now, what medicine can I use to suppress it?"

Lan Ziling's eyes turned red, and she said bitterly: "The coffin must be ordered."

Lan Jingyi laughed and coughed up a mouthful of blood, "Order an ice coffin for me, don't bury it in the ground, I'm still afraid of the dark, so I'll put me in that cave in the back mountain, and I'll remember it every now and then during the New Years and holidays." Come and burn incense sticks for me."

Lan Ziling suddenly had veins twitching on his forehead, "Lan Jingyi——!!!" He was so angry that his voice was trembling, and he clung to Lan Jingyi's arm tightly, his fingers almost sinking into Lan Jingyi's arms. In Yiyi's arm, she gritted her teeth, and her voice seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, "What time is it, you are still such a fool who doesn't care about everything!"

"Tsk tsk tsk," Lan Jingyi raised his hand to cover his ears, raised his eyebrows, and smiled brightly, "Ziling, crying can't solve any problems now." He raised his hand and gently brushed his fingertips Passing Lan Ziling's eyelids, Lan Ziling realized that his face was wet after belatedly.

Lan Ziling closed her eyes, did not back away, but stood in place to support Lan Jingyi, and smiled miserably, "Lan Jingyi, you are really cruel."

The fingertips that wiped Lan Ziling's tears paused slightly, and Lan Jingyi lowered his eyes, silent.

"You know why I don't like Lan Sizhui."

Lan Ziling started sideways, unwilling to look at Lan Jingyi, "Except for the elders in the clan, I am the first peer to know that you will not survive the age of the dancing elephant. My mother told me that she will save you; Ancient books, Mr. Zewu and Mr. Hanguang have searched for elixir and wonderful prescriptions all these years, and they will save you; your parents went to Kyushu just to save you. Only I know your fate, but I have no way to come Save you. I can only stare at you and take medicine, I can only play "Spring River Flower and Moonlight Night" for you when your spiritual sense is lost, I can only remind you from time to time not to go to the dark room, and I can only practice medical skills and carry all kinds of spiritual powers with you. Medicine just in case."

"I know you're going to die, but I can't do anything about it."

"I also know that you paved the way for Lan Sizhui regardless of yourself."

"Two hundred rulers and one hundred whips, you protect Lan Sizhui and get the protection of the elders in the clan."

"Being together for 16 years, you protected Lan Sizhui to be recognized and respected by the disciples of the clan."

"Lan Jingyi," a blush protruded from the corners of Lan Ziling's eyes, full of self-mockery and sadness, "Only me, an insider, has been ignored by you."

Lan Jingyi was dumbfounded, "Ziling, I..."

"Jingyi," Lan Ziling interrupted Lan Jingyi, "Do you know that every time the elders in the clan remind me that if you die, I must be the next suzerain, I want to tell them how much I want to Become the deputy suzerain and assist you in running the Gusu Lan clan, instead of becoming the suzerain and accepting Lan Sizhui's assistance?"

"I've always hated Lan Sizhui, why can he be protected by you everywhere, why can he get the great future you have planned for him with all your efforts, why, he can know nothing - he doesn't know your fate , I don’t know the future you seek for him, let alone his own identity—why can he be so protected by you, but I can’t get anything?”

Lan Ziling closed her eyes, leaned weakly on Lan Jingyi's shoulder, the warm liquid soaked the fabric on Lan Jingyi's shoulder, "I just want you to live, to live well. Even if you If you break the family rules, even if you make troubles in Yunshen, you will not know where there is peace, and even if I become the deputy suzerain in the future, I will have to clean up the mess for you, the suzerain, and I want you to live."

"Why, this is the thing, I can't get it?"

"Lan Jingyi, I only want you to live."

Lotus Pier

Lan Sizhui's room

The door was pushed open, and the night wind carried the fragrance of lotus flowers into the room.

Lan Sizhui, who was copying the family rules, raised his eyes, and saw the young man jumping in with a fluttering white robe, and immediately frowned, "Jingyi."

"Sizhui," Lan Jingyi smiled brightly, and quickly came to Lan Sizhui's side and sat down cross-legged, "I saw Ziling off just now, so I came back late."

Lan Sizhui had already checked Lan Jingyi's palm, and after making sure that Lan Jingyi's palm had been covered with medicine and bandaged, he took out a palm-sized hand stove from his Qiankun bag, and stuffed the warm hand stove into Lan Jingyi's. In her arms, warmth spread all over her body along the cold fingertips, Lan Jingyi squinted her eyes comfortably, and leaned closer to Lan Sizhui, her eyes fell on the books spread out on the table, "Family rules? Ah, I forgot !"

Lan Sizhui laughed, "There have been too many things recently, and there are still 78 times you haven't copied the family rules."

Lan Jingyi pursed her lips, and poked the stove repeatedly, "Didn't you forget it? Don't worry, I will make it up as soon as possible."

Lan Sizhui shook his head with a smile, "By the way, you said you went to see off Ziling just now? Where did he go?"

"Ziling has gone back to Yunshen." Lan Jingyi waited until his hands were not cold, then stuffed the stove into Lan Sizhui's arms, and then covered the back of Lan Sizhui's hands with his warm palms, "Zu The elders in the village are looking for Ziling, so I will send Ziling to the boat first."

Lan Sizhui was held on the back of his hand by Lan Jingyi, and thought for a while, "Is it a matter of discussing the friendship between Zewu Jun and Senior Jin Guangyao?"

"Maybe." Mentioning Mr. Zewu, Lan Jingyi couldn't help but sigh, "I went to the lobby to take a look before, but now Baijia of Xianmen hates Senior Jin Guangyao so much, when I left the lobby I also saw two girls walking into the lobby, and I don't know what relationship they have with senior Jin Guangyao."

Lan Sizhui was also puzzled, "Senior Jin Guangyao has always respected Mrs. Xiaojin, so it is impossible for him to have anything to do with other women... If so, why would there be a woman in court?"

Lan Jingyi blinked, "May I ask?"

Before Lan Sizhui could refuse, the door was pushed open again.

Sect Master Nie, who was wearing Qinghe Nie Sect's cyan suzerain robe, was obviously in a bad mood. When he looked up to see the situation in the room clearly, his reddish eyes suddenly widened, "Young Master Si Zhui, little friend Jing Yi, why are you here?" this?!"

Lan Sizhui: "..."

Lan Jingyi: "..."

"Sect Master Nie," Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi stood up, with indescribable and complicated expressions on their faces, "This is the room that Sect Master Jiang arranged for us...Sect Master Nie, did you go to the wrong room?"

Jiang Zi who hastily found her was even more tired, "Sect Master Nie, your room is on the other side."

Nie HuaiSang immediately spread out his fan in embarrassment, covered half of his face, and smiled sarcastically, "Ah, I seem to have gone to the wrong room, little friend Jingyi, Mr. SiZhui, excuse me."

Lan Jingyi took a step forward, "Sect Master Nie, have you discussed it?" She looked behind Nie Huaisang and Jiang Zi, but did not see anyone coming out of the lobby.

Nie Huaisang shook his folding fan, sighed faintly, his docile eyebrows drooped slightly, and his head drooped, "I don't want to stay there."

Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi were taken aback.

Nie Huaisang suddenly raised his hand, put his arm against his eyebrows, and faintly cried, "I don't want to stay there and listen to them scolding Third Brother."

The three of Lan Jingyi exploded immediately, Lan Jingyi hurried to pull Nie Huaisang into the room, Lan Sizhui nodded to Lan Jingyi who was comforting Nie Huaisang, stepped out of the room, closed the door, turned to look at Jiang Zi, "Lobby What's going on here?"

Jiang Zi frowned, and walked out with Lan Sizhui, "There were two women who came to the court earlier and said something."

Lan Sizhui had a bad premonition, "What is it?"

Jiang Zi pursed her lips, "Mrs. Qin Su is Jin Guangyao's biological sister."