dhibooks Chapter 51
Chapter 51
Lan Jingyi stopped Nie Huaisang from continuing to play the piano, "Don't play this piece in front of other people in the future."
Nie HuaiSang was confused, "Why?"
Lan Jingyi put Lixie away, and made an excuse, "After all, "Xi Hua" is the music score of my Gusu Lan family, so it should not be easily taught to outsiders. You just need to know a little bit, don't make it known to everyone, so as not to Outsiders said that you stole my Gusu Lan clan's secret knowledge."
Most importantly, if Lianfangzun finds out that Nie Huaisang is playing this piece to people everywhere, he might attack Nie Huaisang.
Lan Jingyi knew that she shouldn't think badly about Lianfang Zun. For Zewu Jun's sake, Lianfang Zun treated him very well. Even Zhuang Sheng's Dream Butterfly Stone was found by Lianfang Zun for him.But now there are countless evidences proving that Venerable Lianfang is not a good person. Lan Jingyi really has to worry about whether Sect Master Nie, who seems soft and easy to bully, will be harmed by Venerable Lianfang. hands down.
Nie HuaiSang suddenly realized, and hastily waved his hands, "I didn't steal your secret knowledge, I just, just... I don't know, I don't know, I really don't know!"
Lan Jingyi raised her forehead, "I know you don't, but people's words are terrible..." Looking at the aggrieved Nie Huaisang, he couldn't help sighing, "Sect Master Nie, why are you so soft like a glutinous rice dumpling?"
After all, you are the head of a sect. For a family as aggressive as Qinghe Nie's, why would there be a Tuanzi as the head of the sect?It really makes people have to worry about you, the suzerain.
Thinking of this, Lan Jingyi pondered for a moment, and took out a jade pendant from the Qiankun bag, "There is a formation of clouds and seven stars on this jade pendant, which can resist an attack. Please keep it, Sect Master Nie." After all, Sect Master Nie, your cultivation base is really too low.
Seeing Lan Jingyi's implication, Nie Huaisang took the jade pendant aggrievedly, and put the jade on his waist without any hassle. Looking up, he saw that Lan Jingyi seemed to be about to get up, and quickly asked, "Little friend, what are you going to do?"
"I'll see if I can climb up." Lan Jingyi frowned, "You're suffering from the wind and cold, it's not good to stay here," she stood up, "I'll try..." Before she finished speaking, the world suddenly spun before her eyes, vaguely There were bells ringing wildly.
Nie Huaisang quickly reached out to catch the suddenly fallen Lan Jingyi, looked down at the young man in his arms, couldn't help frowning, quickly took out a medicine bottle from his Qiankun bag, poured out a pill and fed it With Lan Jingyi's mouth in his mouth, he pinched the back of Lan Jingyi's neck with his hand, and the unconscious Lan Jingyi swallowed the pill involuntarily.
The next moment, the bell disappeared.
Relieved, Nie Huaisang supported Lan Jingyi to stand up, stabilized Lan Jingyi with one hand, and tore off the clan uniform of the Gusu Lan clan on his body with the other hand, and then helped Lan Jingyi put on the clan uniform , and finally hugged Lan Jingyi horizontally.
"Little friend, little friend," Nie Huaisang sighed softly, "The glutinous rice dumpling can't be the suzerain, only sesame stuffing will do."
Carrying Lan Jingyi to the bottom of the cave, Nie Huaisang kicked a certain pattern on the wall, then took a step back.
After a few breaths, a knife floated down sideways and stopped on the ground, with spiritual power surging from the knife.
Nie Huaisang stepped on the knife calmly, and the knife flew upwards steadily, the darkness gradually receded, and the gentle sunshine of early winter gradually emerged.
Nie Huaisang estimated the time and closed his eyes when he flew to the cave entrance.
"metropolitan."
The guard helped Nie Huaisang to get off the sword. The other guard standing beside him saw that Nie Huaisang was standing firmly on the ground. He looked at the young master of the Gusu Lan clan who was being held by his suzerain, and then looked at him again. Looking at the bandages he was holding in both hands, he went forward and covered Nie Huaisang's eyes with the bandages.
If you live in a dark place for a long time, you need to cover your eyes suddenly when you see the sun. After your eyes get used to the light passing through the bandage, you can take off the bandage to avoid eye damage.
In the past ten years, their suzerain has become accustomed to covering their eyes with bandages after coming out of the place of refining the mind.
There was a hazy spot of light in front of Nie Huaisang's eyes, but he walked forward as usual, "Has the invitation from the Lanling Jin Sect arrived?"
"Return to the suzerain, I just arrived today, and the meeting is scheduled for ten days later." The guard replied.
Nie Huaisang nodded, "What happened to the Lanling Jin Sect?"
"Su She from the Moling Su Clan rushed to Jinlin Terrace the day before yesterday, and suspected that he had discovered that Mr. Wei had returned to the human world."
Nie Huaisang smiled, "Brother Wei has been back to the human world for so long, and it's almost time to hide it now." His head slightly turned to the side of the guard, and the corner of his mouth smiled, "Notify Zizhen, tell him that the time has come."
"Yes." The guard clasped his sword in salute, stopped in his tracks, and waited until Nie Huaisang and the others left before turning around and flying away with his sword.
At the foot of the mountain, a guard took off the bandage for Nie Huaisang, then stepped aside, his gaze fell on Lan Jingyi, "Sovereign, what is this, Mr. Lan Jingyi?"
After adapting to the light, Nie Huaisang looked down at Lan Jingyi, and frowned slightly, "Notify the clan, concentrate on preparing for the formation."
"Yes."
Cloud is deep
"Boom!"
Lan Sizhui, who was in a trance, hadn't recovered before Wei Wuxian yanked him back, narrowly dodging the broken strings and flying outwards.
"Xiao Sizhui, what are you thinking?"
Wei Wuxian also felt a little scared, the string was flying towards Lan Sizhui's face, if he hadn't accidentally glanced at it and found that Lan Sizhui was in a trance, he hastily stretched out his hand to pull it, God knows what would have happened. Will Lan Sizhui be scratched by a single string?
Lan Sizhui belatedly felt a pain in his fingertips, looked down, a drop of blood leaked from his fingertips, bright red like cinnabar, inexplicably made Lan Sizhui's heart skip a beat.
Lan Sizhui turned his head to look at Wei Wuxian, opened his mouth, and the end of his eyes turned red for some reason, like red fish tails, so red that he was about to bleed, "Senior...Jingyi...it's been a few days No more news."
Hearing this, Wei Wuxian was also a little worried, but seeing Lan Sizhui's expression, he suppressed his worry, patted Lan Sizhui's shoulder, and comforted him, "Don't worry, Lan Jingyi's fate The lights didn't go out, and nothing must have happened to him."
Lan Sizhui knew that the descendants of Gusu Lan's family all had a life lamp in their clan's ancestral hall, the lamp was there when they were alive, and the lamp was extinguished when they died.
Since Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi parted in Tanzhou, after Lan Sizhui returned to Yunshen, apart from looking for the music score, he would go to the Lan's ancestral hall many times a day, only to see the lamp belonging to Lan Jingyi. He will be relieved only if his life light is still on.
Lan Sizhui knew that his worry was unfounded, but he still couldn't control his thoughts and actions. Even though Mr. Lan and Ze Wujun tried to comfort him many times, he still couldn't help checking Lan Jingyi's life lamp repeatedly.
Thinking about you is like flowing water, why is it too late?
There was a knock on the door, Wei WuXian and Lan Sizhui followed the prestige at the same time, and outside the door, Lan WangJi, who was dressed coldly, stepped into the room, asking in a soft voice, "What happened?"
Lan Sizhui hurriedly stood up and saluted, "Hanguang-jun."
Wei WuXian leaned on the piano case, pointed at Jiu Si, and sighed deliberately, "Your kid misses a friend, and was almost scratched by the strings."
Lan Sizhui immediately blushed, and flinched in embarrassment and embarrassment.
Lan Wangji walked up to the piano case, glanced at Jiu Si, his light-colored eyes were slightly turbulent, then turned his head to look at Lan Sizhui, and said calmly, "If you don't have a calm heart, you can't practice the piano."
Lan Sizhui lowered his head, obediently admitted his mistake, "Sizhui knows his mistake."
Wei Wuxian blinked, "Hey? That's not wrong, right? Aren't you worried about Jingyi? Sizhui and Jingyi have been together since they were young, and they have been friends with each other since they were young. Is it normal?"
Lan Wangji glanced at Wei Wuxian helplessly, sat down cross-legged, lifted Jiusi onto his lap, checked the broken string and the rest of the strings, "The second book in the sixth row, the third book , five times."
"Yes."
Lan Sizhui obediently walked to the bookcase and found the book Lan Wangji mentioned, then took the pen and paper from the desk, walked to the wall, spread the pen and paper, opened the book, and put the book on the Put it in front of the pen and paper, take off the robe, fold it and put it aside, then bite the end of the forehead, and finally lean against the wall, and start copying.
Wei Wuxian: "..."
Wei Wuxian: "...good skills." One look at it and you can tell it's a habit developed since childhood—the Gusu Lan family is really getting more and more terrifying.
Lan Wangji was speechless, making sure that the other strings did not need to be replaced, so he raised his hand and loosened the string shaft of Jiu Si a few times, removed the broken string, and then took out the strings he always had from the Qiankun bag, and put them put on.
Seeing that Lan Wangji was busy changing the strings for Lan Sizhui's Jiusi, Wei Wuxian had a second thought, leaned in front of Lan Sizhui to look at the contents of the book, and read out word by word.
"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, when practicing the deep prajna paramita for a long time, sees that the five aggregates are all empty, and overcomes all hardships. Sariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and the same is true for perception and awareness."
Raising his eyebrows, Wei WuXian was a little surprised, and looked back at Lan WangJi, "Lan Zhan, why do you wish to copy the "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra"?"
Lan Sizhui couldn't help but stop writing, and secretly listened.
Lan Wangji tuned his head, adjusted the tone, and dialed out the loose tone casually, "He's not calm."
Lan SiZhui continued to copy the book in a nonchalant manner.
"Also," Lan Wangji paused with his fingertips, raised his eyes, slightly worried, "I still don't know what I'm thinking about."
Just like myself who was ignorant and ignorant back then.
Lan Wangji's eyes flickered slightly, like a clear spring under the moon, rippling after a stone fell into the spring, he stared at Wei Wuxian and Lan Sizhui, who were full of bewilderment, and sighed silently.
Don't know what to think, don't know what to ask, don't know what to think, ignorant and ignorant.
Ridiculous and sad.
But he couldn't point it out, and couldn't point it out.
Some feelings cannot be understood, once understood, it is overwhelming pain.
"...A Yuan," Lan Wangji said, and under Lan Sizhui's bewildered expression, he calmly said, "You have to learn to be by yourself."
Because of Lan Jingyi, he can't stay with you for long.
Lan's Ancestral Hall
Lan Xichen looked at the life lamp that was almost extinguished several times before, and finally couldn't help sighing, and turned around, "Uncle."
Lan Qiren's eyes stayed on the life lamp belonging to Lan Jingyi for a long time, and he closed his eyes slowly for a long time, with traces of sadness hidden in his eyes, "Notify Jingyi's parents, escape After so long, they can no longer escape."
Qinghe unclean world
Nie Huaisang stood beside the bed, silently watching Lan Jingyi who lay unconscious on the bed, while under the bed, the concentration circle slowly circulated.
A disciple of the Nie family who took Lan Jingyi's pulse withdrew his hand, his immature face was full of doubts, "Strange, people from the Gusu Lan family have been suppressing Mr. Lan Jingyi's situation. Logically speaking, Lan Jingyi Mr. Yi's situation shouldn't be so serious."
Nie HuaiSang closed the folding fan in his hand, "How long can he last?"
"Three months is the best situation." The disciples of the Nie family thought for a while, puzzled, "Sovereign, we have found out that Lord Zewu has given Zhuang Sheng's Dream Butterfly Stone to Mr. Lan Jingyi. According to ancient records, Zhuang Sheng's Dream Butterfly Stone How can the situation get worse if you can protect the peace of those with the body of the Immortal?"
Nie Huaisang's eyes darkened, "The Zhuang Sheng Dream Butterfly Stone seems to be found by my good third brother."
The disciples of the Nie family were startled, with strong resentment in their eyes, "He must have done something wrong!"
Nie Huaisang shook his folding fan, motioning for the Nie family disciples to step aside, while he sat on the edge of the bed, reached out and pulled off Lan Jingyi's collar, and saw the necklace on Lan Jingyi's neck at a glance.
The disciples of the Nie family took a look, pointed at the pendant, and said in surprise, "Isn't this the soul control formation of my Tingshan He family?!"
Nie Huaisang frowned slightly, and glanced sideways at the other party, "Speak carefully."
The only surviving young man of the He family in Tingshan consciously made a slip of the tongue, covered his mouth and stepped aside.
Nie Huaisang raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at the pendant again, hooked out Zhuang Sheng's Dream Butterfly Stone with his fingertips, and looked at it carefully, "Zhuang Sheng's Dream Butterfly Stone should be fine, the problem lies in this pendant..."
Nie Huaisang's eyes shifted to the jade pendant on his waist, his pupils flickered slightly.
This pendant can only be created by Jin Guangyao, if he pulls off the pendant by himself...
After a long time, Nie Huaisang calmly stuffed the pendant and Zhuang Sheng's Dream Butterfly Stone back into Lan Jingyi's collar, and after smoothing the collar, he rested his palm on the skirt.
Nie Huaisang felt Zhuang Sheng's Dream Butterfly Stone under his collar, and for some reason, remained silent for a while.
But in the end he withdrew his hand, got up and straightened his clothes, "Check your family's ancient books to see if there is a way to crack the soul control array."
"...If you take it off in time," the young man hesitated, "it only needs a few days of cultivation to recover."
Nie HuaiSang paused, "Of course I know."
The young man understood, "This subordinate will go and find out other rescue methods."
Nie Huaisang turned around, shaking his folding fan slightly, his eyebrows and eyes slightly curved, and he looked like a bullying scholar again, "Next, I'm going to get ready for the banquet."
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on vacation!Resume update, everyone has been waiting for a long time.