When it gets late, it's time to carry a torch to walk through the forest. Wei Wuxian walked for a while, but he didn't meet a few monks. He was quite surprised: Could it be that one group of the family members continued to talk and argue on paper in the town of Buddha's feet, and the other group was as helpless and defeated as Fang Cai's group of people?

Suddenly, there was a cry for help from ahead.

"Someone's coming!"

"Save people!"

The voice, both male and female, was full of panic and was not fake. The cries for help in the barren mountains and mountains, ten out of ten* are all evil spirits, leading the uninformed to the trap. Wei Wuxian was very happy.

The more evil the better, but I'm afraid it's not evil enough!

He rode his donkey to the place where the sound came from, but he couldn't see it in all directions, but when he looked up, it was not a fairy or a ghost, but a family of rural farmers he had met on the edge of the ridge before, and he was hung from a tree by a huge golden net.

The middle-aged man originally led his descendants to patrol the mountains and forests, but he didn't meet the soul eater beast they wanted, but he stepped on the net set up by a rich man who didn't know which one of them, and was hung on a tree, complaining bitterly. When he saw someone coming, he was suddenly overjoyed, but when he saw that it was a madman, he was immediately disappointed. Although the rope of this immortal net is thin, the material is high-quality, unbreakable, once caught, you will have to toss for a while. Unless it is cut by a superior immortal weapon. This madman let them down, I'm afraid I don't even know what it is. Just as he was about to try to ask him to find someone to help, a light sound of branches and leaves approached, and a young man in a light shirt swept out of the mountain forest.

This little boy has a little dansha between his eyebrows, he is a little mean, he is very young, about the same as Lan Sichai, he is still a half-old child, with a barrel of feather arrows on his back, a golden long sword, and a longbow. The embroidery on the clothes is exquisite, and the white peony is clustered into an extraordinary white peony on the chest, and the gold thread shines in the night.

Wei Wuxian sighed secretly, "Rich!" "-This must be the little son of the Lanling Jin family. Only his family, with white peony as the family crest, compares himself to the national color, and flaunts himself as the king of the immortals; With cinnabar, it means "enlightening wisdom and wisdom, Zhu Guangshi".

This little boy was about to shoot with a bow, but when he saw that it was a person living in the fairy net, after being disappointed, he suddenly turned impatient: "It's you fools every time." There are more than 400 immortal nets in this mountain, and the soul eater beast has not caught it, and more than a dozen of them have been smashed for you people! ”

Wei Wuxian still thought: "Rich!" ”

A net of binding immortals is already worth a lot of money, and he actually distributed more than 400 of them in one go, and a slightly smaller family must go bankrupt. can abuse the immortal net like this, capture indiscriminately, where is the soul eating beast, it is clearly driving people, and not allowing others to have a chance to get a piece of the pie. It seems that the monks who withdrew before were not because the demon beasts were so fierce, but because the sons of famous families were difficult to provoke.

After a few days of wandering along the way, the ups and downs of the cultivation realm over the years, Wei Wuxian also heard a lot. As the final winner of the hundred-year-old Xianmen melee, the Lanling Jin clan led the family, and even the head of the family was respected as the "Immortal Governor". The Jin family style was originally arrogant, like luxury and rich style, over the years, the family is strong, and the children of the clan are all rampant, even if the family is humiliated in every way, they can only swallow their anger, such a small country household is even more unprovoked, so although this young man is mean-spirited, a few people who were hung in the net blushed, but they did not dare to scold back. The middle-aged man said in a low voice: "Please make it convenient for the little boy, let us down." ”

The young man was anxious that the soul eater beast did not appear for a long time, and just poured his anger on these hillbillies, hugged his hands and said: "You guys just hang here, save yourself from walking around everywhere, and get in the way of my business!" When I catch the Soul Eater, I can afford to let you down. ”

If they were really hung on a tree like this all night, if they happened to encounter the thing wandering in the Great Fan Mountain, they would not be able to move, but they would only be sucked dry. The round-faced girl who handed Wei Wuxian the apple was scared and cried.

Wei Wuxian was originally sitting cross-legged on the back of the flower donkey, and when the flower donkey heard this cry, his long ears trembled, and he suddenly jumped out.

jumped out and let out a long roar, if it weren't for the unpleasant scream, this unstoppable heroic momentum, some people believe that it is a thousand miles of horses. Wei Wuxian was caught off guard by the fact that he was lifted off his back, and he almost broke his head and bled out. The donkey's big head rushed forward towards the boy, as if convinced that he could fly him with his head. The young man was still holding an arrow, and he was just about to draw his bow at it, and Wei Wuxian didn't want to find a new mount so quickly, so he hurriedly pulled the reins at it. The young man looked at him twice, but suddenly showed a look of consternation, and immediately turned disdainful, pouting, "It turned out to be you." ”

This tone, two points of surprise, eight points of disgust, Wei Wuxian blinked. The young man said, "What, you went crazy after being driven back to your hometown?" If you look like this ghost, the Mo family will dare to release you out to meet people! ”

He seems to have heard something amazing?!

Could it be—Wei Wuxian slapped his thigh.

Could it be that Mo Xuanyu's father is not the head of a miscellaneous sect, but Jin Guangshan?!

Jin Guangshan was the head of the previous generation of the Lanling Jin family, and he had long since passed away. This person can be described as indescribable, he has a powerful lady with a prominent family background, and he is afraid of the fame of the inside, but he is afraid of it, and women still have to follow it correctly, from famous ladies to prostitutes in the countryside, they will never let go of what they can eat, and no matter how powerful Mrs. Jin is, she can't follow him for twelve hours a day. The current head of the Jin family is the illegitimate son of him when he went out in his early years. Although there is only one one who recognizes it, he secretly gave birth to it outside, and he will never be able to count them on one hand!

At the beginning, the mass grave was encircled and suppressed, except for Jiang Cheng, even if Jin Guangshan contributed a lot. Now Wei Wuxian was sacrificed by his illegitimate son, I don't know what it is, the father's debt is repaid? Compensate?

Thinking of the forbidden art of sacrifice in Mojiazhuang and that fight, Wei Wuxian thought to himself, I'm afraid that he would continue to make trouble for him!

When the young man saw him in a daze, he hated it in his heart and said, "Don't get out of here!" I'm sick enough to see you. Dead Sleeves. ”

Counting the seniority, Mo Xuanyu may be an elder like this young uncle and uncle! To be humiliated like this by a junior, Wei Wuxian felt that even if he didn't want to be for himself, he would have to be humiliated for Mo Xuanyu's body, and said, "It's really a mother who has no mother." ”

As soon as he heard this, a cluster of furious flames flashed in the young man's eyes. He drew the long sword on his back and said solemnly, "What did you say?" ”

The sword body is golden and prosperous, it is a rare high-grade sword, many families have worked hard all their lives and have never been able to touch the edge of such a sword, Wei Wuxian said in his heart, he was born in a famous family!

He twirled a small cloth bag in his hand. This is a "lock spirit sac" that he picked up a few scraps the day before yesterday and put together temporarily. The young man slashed at him with a sword, and he took out a small piece of paper cut into a human shape from the lock spirit bag, staggered to avoid it, and slapped it on the opponent's back with a backhand.

The young man's movements were already very fast, but Wei Wuxian had done a lot of things behind his back, and his hands and feet were faster. The young man only felt that his vest was numb, his back sank, and the whole person involuntarily fell to the ground, and the sword fell to the side, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get up, as if Mount Tai was pressing down.

Naturally, he couldn't get up, and there was a gluttonous and dead yin spirit lying on his back, firmly pressing him out of breath. Although the little ghost is weak, it is not a problem to deal with this kind of hairy child. Wei Wuxian picked up his sword and shook it, although the sword was good, but it had not yet recognized the master, anyone could use it. With a wave of slashing the immortal net above, the family didn't say a word, and hurriedly fled. The round-faced girl seemed to want to say thanks, but was pulled away by her elders. I'm afraid that if I say a few more words, I will be hated even more by this golden son.

The young man on the ground said angrily: "Mo Xuanyu! Get rid of your trick now! Spiritual power is low, and cultivation will not achieve such an evil path, you should be careful for me! ”

Wei Wuxian said insincerely, "Ah! I'm so scared! ”

Although his set of cultivation methods has been criticized by others, and in the long run, it is harmful to the essence of the body of the practitioner, but it has a quick effect, and it is not limited by spiritual power and talent, so it is extremely tempting, and there is never a shortage of people who are greedy for shortcuts to practice in private. This young man's bento Mo Xuanyu took the wrong path after being driven out of the Lanling Jin family. This suspicion was reasonable, and it also saved Wei Wuxian a lot of unnecessary trouble.

The young man propped up the ground with his hands, couldn't get up after trying a few times, his face turned red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "If you don't withdraw and tell my uncle, you wait to die!" ”

Wei Wuxian said strangely: "Why is it uncle and not father?" Who's your uncle? ”

A voice suddenly sounded behind him, three points cold and seven points cold:

"His uncle is me, do you have any last words?"

As soon as he heard this voice, Wei Wuxian's blood seemed to rush to his head, and then faded clean. Fortunately, his face was originally a miserable white, and no matter how white it was, there was nothing abnormal.

A young man in purple walked up, his hand pressed against the hilt of his sword, and a silver bell hung from his waist, but he couldn't hear the bell ringing when he walked.

This young man has thin eyebrows and apricot eyes, his appearance is a sharp and handsome, his eyes are blazing, and there is a faint hint of attack, looking at people like two cold electricity. Walking ten steps away from Wei Wuxian, he stopped and stood still, his expression was like an arrow on a string, ready to go, and even his posture was full of arrogance and conceit.

He frowned and said, "Jin Ling, why did you spend so much time and still want me to come and ask you to go back?" Make it look like this, and don't roll it up! ”

After the initial numbness in his mind passed, Wei Wuxian quickly regained his soul, hooked his fingers in his sleeve, and withdrew the piece of paper figure. Jin Ling felt a loosening of his back, and immediately grabbed his sword back and got up, flashed to Jiang Cheng's side, pointed at Wei Wuxian and scolded, "I'm going to break your legs!" ”

He and Jin Ling stood together, and they could vaguely see that their eyebrows looked like two or three points of expression, but they looked like a pair of brothers. Jiang Cheng moved his fingers, and the piece of paper came out of Wei Wuxian's finger and flew into his hand.

He glanced at it, and there was a burst of anger in his eyes, and with the force between his fingers, the pieces of paper burst into flames, burning to ashes in the screams of the yin spirits.

Jiang Cheng said solemnly: "Break his leg? Didn't I sue you, when I met this kind of evil devil, I directly killed the dog that fed you! ”

Wei Wuxian didn't even care about the donkey, and flew back. He thought that after many years, even if Jiang Cheng had a great hatred for him, it would be time for him to disperse. Unexpectedly, how could it be so cheap, not only did it not dissipate, but it became stronger and stronger as it grew like an old brew, and now it had turned his anger on the person who effectively imitated his cultivation!

Someone was behind him, Jin Ling's sword became more and more fierce this time, and Wei Wuxian reached into the lock spirit sac with two fingers, waiting to move. A blue sword light swept out like lightning, striking at Jin Ling's sword, directly beating the golden light of this high-grade immortal sword to collapse instantly.

Wei Wuxian had calculated the timing, but he didn't want to be disturbed by this blue sword, so he stumbled and threw himself on the ground. Just in front of a pair of snow-white boots.

The blue sword was retracted, and there was a clanging sound overhead. At the same time, Jiang Cheng's voice came from afar: "Who is my Dao?" It turned out to be the second son of Lan. ”

The pair of white boots bypassed Wei Wuxian, unhurried, and took three steps forward.

Wei Wuxian looked up and got up.

The person who came was covered in frosty moonlight and carried a guqin. The body is narrower than that of ordinary guqin, the whole body is jet black, and the wood color is soft. As they passed by, Wei Wuxian and him looked at each other for a moment, intentionally or unintentionally.

This man is wearing a moire and wiping his forehead, and his complexion is fair, like a grinding, and he is extremely handsome. The color of his eyes was very light, like glass, which made his gaze look too cold. The expression is still solemn. It was almost stereotypical, even if he saw Wei Wuxian's ridiculous face with heavy makeup, it was uneventful.

From head to toe, spotlessly clean and meticulous, there is no trace of inappropriate misconduct.

Rao is like this, Wei Wuxian still popped out four big words in his heart:

"Wear linen and wear filial piety!"

It's really wearing linen and filial piety. Ren Xiuzhenjie blew the Lan family's school uniform to a lot of fancy and commented that it was recognized as the most beautiful school uniform by each family, and praised Lan Wangji as a beautiful man who was unparalleled in the world and rare in a hundred years, and he couldn't bear the bitterness and hatred of his face like a dead wife.

The passing year is unfavorable, and the road is narrow. Blessings are incomparable, and disasters are not singular. One and two!

Lan Wangji didn't say a word, didn't squint, and stood quietly opposite Jiang Cheng. Jiang Cheng is already a handsome man who is difficult to stand out, but standing face to face with him, he is a little inferior and impetuous.

Jiang Cheng said: "Why did Hanguangjun have time to come to this deep mountain and old forest today?" ”

Lan Wang's fuselage followed up with a group of juniors from his family, Lan Jingyi was straightforward, and hurriedly asked, "Isn't Sect Master Jiang also here?" ”

Jiang Cheng said coldly: "When the elders speak, do you have the right to interject?" The Gusu Lan clan prides itself on being the home of the Immortal Sect, but it turns out that this is how the children of the sect are in the clan. ”

Lan Wangji didn't seem to want to talk to him, and glanced at Lan Sichai, who understood, so let the junior talk to the junior, come out, and said to Jin Ling: "Jin Gongzi, night hunting has always been a fair competition between families, but Jin Gongzi has cast a net everywhere on Dafan Mountain, making it difficult for the monks of other families to move forward, lest they fall into the trap, isn't it already against the rules of night hunting?" ”

Jin Ling's cold expression was carved out of a mold with his uncle: "They are stupid, stepping on the trap, what can I do." As long as you catch the soul eater, you can do so much. ”

It's really a typical Kim family.

Lan Wangji frowned. Jin Ling was about to speak, but suddenly found that he couldn't speak, and his throat couldn't make a sound, and he was shocked. Jiang Cheng saw that Jin Ling's upper and lower lips were stuck and could not be separated, his face showed a thin and angry color, and the previous reluctant etiquette was gone: "The surname is Lan!" What do you mean! Jin Ling can't take your turn to discipline him, untie it for me! ”

This silence technique is used by the Lan family to punish the children of the clan who make mistakes. Wei Wuxian has suffered a lot from this little trick, although it is not a complicated and advanced spell, but the non-Lan family cannot solve the method. If you are forced to speak, either your upper and lower lips will be torn and bleeding, or your voice will be hoarse for several days, you must shut up and reflect on yourself until the time of punishment has passed. Lan Si chased: "Sect Master Jiang doesn't need to be angry, as long as he doesn't forcibly break the technique, a stick of incense will automatically unravel." ”

Before Jiang Cheng could speak, a purple-clothed man dressed in Jiang's uniform rushed to the forest and shouted, "Sir! Sir! Goodbye Lan Wangji standing here, his face hesitant. Jiang Cheng sneered: "What bad news is there to report to me?" ”

The subordinate whispered, "Not long ago, a blue flying sword destroyed the immortal net you arranged. ”

Jiang Cheng said: "How many are broken?" ”

“…… All ......"

More than 400 sheets!

Jiang Cheng was furious in his heart.

I really didn't expect this trip to be so unlucky. Originally, he came to help Jin Ling, but Jin Ling is sixteen years old this year, and it is already the age when he should make his debut and compete with the juniors of other families. Jiang Cheng carefully screened this place for him, casting a net everywhere and intimidating the monks of other families, making it difficult for them to move an inch and retreat in spite of the difficulties, in order to let Jin Ling win the first place and let others not rob him. More than 400 immortal nets, although they are close to sky-high prices, are nothing to the Yunmeng Jiang clan. But the destruction of the network is small, and the loss of face is big! Lan Wangji acted like this, and Jiang Cheng only felt a breath of evil qi circling in his heart, rising higher and higher. He squinted, his left hand rubbing the ring on his right index finger, intentionally or unconsciously.

It's a dangerous move.

Everyone in the cultivation world knows that that ring is a powerful magic weapon. Once the head of the Jiang family starts touching it, it will have murderous intent.