Wei Wuxian sat on the ground, thinking about it all night, and at some point, he tilted his head and fell asleep against the wooden couch.

In a daze, he felt someone gently pick him up and lay him flat on the couch. Wei Wuxian struggled to open his eyes, and Lan Wangji's cold face came into view.

He suddenly sobered up for seven or eight minutes and shouted, "Lan Zhan." ”

Lan Wangji responded to him with a "hmm". Wei Wuxian said again, "Are you awake or drunk?"

Lan Wangji said: "Awake." ”

He picked up Wei Wuxian's wrists, both of which were covered in several blood-red strangulation marks. Lan Wangji took out a small light cyan porcelain bottle and lowered his head to give him medicine. Where the delicate ointment is applied, it is cool. Wei Wuxian narrowed his eyes and said, "It hurts." Lan Zhan, you're really rude when you're drunk. ”

Lan Wangji didn't raise his eyes, and said, "Do it yourself." ”

Wei Wuxian's heart hung for a moment, and he said, "Lan Zhan, what did you do after you got drunk, you really don't remember, do you?"

Lan Wangji said: "I don't remember. ”

Wei Wuxian said in his heart: "I shouldn't remember." Otherwise, he would not have been angry and cut me out. ”

He was glad that Lan Wangji didn't remember, and a little pity that he didn't remember. It seems that he quietly did a bad thing, stole something, and hid in the corner by himself. Involuntarily, his eyes were fixed on Lan Wangji's lips again.

Although the corners of the mouth never hook, it looks very soft, and it is very soft.

Wei Wuxian unconsciously bit his lip, and began to think crankily again: "The Gusu Lan family is so strict, and Lan Zhan is a completely incomprehensible person, he must have never kissed a girl before, what should I do now, I have won the first place, should I sue him? Maybe I have never moved that aspect of my mind...... The last time he was drunk, I asked him, 'Is there anyone you like?' and he replied, 'Yes.'" Maybe he kissed?--No, no, even if he had, according to Lan Zhan's habitual restraint temperament, he would definitely not have kissed, and he would be polite and polite. Speaking of which, maybe he didn't understand what I mean by 'like'......"

Lan Wangji woke up on time, and after applying the medicine to Wei Wuxian, someone knocked on the door gently. knocked three times, and Lan Sichai's voice came: "Hanguang-kun, it's all up." Are you leaving?"

Lan Wangji said: "Wait downstairs." ”

When the people went out of the city, they were about to part ways under the castle. The children of the famous families were originally just familiar faces, and they came to the door when they held a Qing Talk Festival, but these days they first experienced the strange thing of killing cats together, and spent a thrilling day and night in a misty ghost town, and they also burned paper money together, drank wine together, quarreled together, and scolded people together, and they were very familiar with each other. Lan Wangji didn't urge, let them talk about this and that, and stood still under a tree.

The fairy was stared at by him, and he didn't dare to scream and run around, so he could only shrink under the tree, looking at Jin Ling with a staggered tail.

Taking advantage of Lan Wang's opportunity to keep an eye on the fairy, Wei Wuxian took Jin Ling's shoulders and walked a long way.

He said as he walked: "Don't quarrel with your uncle after you go back, listen to him, be careful in the future, don't go out alone to hunt at night." ”

Mo Xuanyu is one of Jin Guangshan's illegitimate sons, and he is the half-brother of Jin Zixuan and Jin Guangyao, so he is now Jin Ling's little uncle, and he can naturally tell him in the tone of an elder.

Although Jin Ling was born in a famous family, after all, he has no father and no mother, so he will inevitably be affected by some gossip, and he is eager to prove himself. Wei Wuxian said again: "You are only a teenager, and now the children of the family who are about the same age as you have not hunted any great demons and monsters, so why should you be in a hurry and have to take the lead." ”

Jin Ling said sullenly: "My uncle and little uncle were also teenagers when they became famous. ”

Wei Wuxian thought to himself: "Can that be the same? Back then, with the Qishan Wen clan pressing on the top, people were panicking, and if they didn't practice and fight desperately, no one knew if they would be the next unlucky person." The Rila go to war, regardless of whether you are a teenager or not. And now that the shape is stable, and each family is stable, the atmosphere is naturally not so tense and not so desperate. ”

Jin Ling said again: "Even Wei Ying, he was a teenager when he killed and slaughtered Xuanwu. Even he can, why can't I?"

Wei Wuxian said, "Was that what he killed? wasn't that what Hanguangjun killed?"

Hearing him mention Lan Wangji, Jin Ling glanced at him meaninglessly, wanting to say something, but forcibly held back and said, "You and Hanguangjun...... Never mind. Your own business. In short, I don't care about anything else, if you love to break your sleeves, you can break your sleeves, this disease can't be cured. ”

Wei Wuxian said, "How can this be called a disease?"

He laughed in his heart: "He still thinks I'm shamelessly pestering Lan Zhan?!"

Jin Ling said again: "I already know the meaning of Gu Su Lan's forehead wipe. Now that the matter has come to this, you should stay by Hanguang-kun's side. If you break your sleeves, you must also break your body and be clean, don't look for people in our family again, I can't control you. ”

The "our family" he said, including both the Lanling Jin family and the Yunmeng Jiang family, seems to be a tolerance for broken sleeves, and as long as he doesn't look for his family, he can treat it as if he doesn't see it. Wei Wuxian said, "Wipe your forehead, does Gu Su Lan's forehead wipe have any meaning?"

Jin Ling said: "Don't be complacent and pretend to be stupid! I don't want to say this again. Are you Wei Ying?"

At the end of the three sentences, he suddenly threw out a sentence, and he went straight into it with a single knife, which caught people off guard.

Wei Wuxian said, "Do you think I look like me?"

Jin Ling was silent for a long time, then suddenly blew a short whistle and said, "Fairy!"

Called by the owner's name, the fairy flicked her tongue and spread her four legs and ran over. Wei Wuxian pulled his legs and ran wildly: "Talk well, what kind of dog to put in it!"

Jin Ling said: "Hmph! goodbye!"

After he said goodbye, he walked in the direction of Lanling with a high spirit, and it seemed that he still didn't dare to go back to Yunmeng to see Jiang Cheng. The children of the other families also went home in different directions. In the end, only Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji, and a few juniors of the Lan family remained.

The two of them walked first, followed by the rest of the teenagers. After walking for a while, Lan Wangji said, "Jiang Cheng knows who you are." ”

Wei Wuxian sat on the flower donkey, let the little apple walk slowly, and said, "Yes, I know." But he didn't know what, he couldn't produce any evidence. ”

Giving is not the same as taking away, there is no trace. Jiang Cheng was only judging from the look on his face after seeing the dog. But firstly, Wei Wuxian was afraid of dogs, Jiang Cheng had never said anything to anyone, and secondly, his expression and reaction were not very familiar people, so he couldn't judge at all, and he couldn't do any ironclad evidence. Even if Jiang Cheng is now posting announcements everywhere and widely publicizing that Yiling Ancestor Wei Wuxian is a coward, it is estimated that everyone will only think that they are the Holy Hand of the Three Poisons, and they are suddenly bored and entertained.

Wei Wuxian said, "So I'm really curious." How the hell did you recognize me?"

Lan Wangji said lightly: "I'm also curious, why your memory is so bad." ”

They should have gone straight to Gusu and returned to Yunshen and didn't know where to go. On the way, I heard that there were spirits disturbing people somewhere in Tanzhou, so I took a small detour and hunted at night by the way. On the way back to quell the chaos, pass through a garden.

The garden is huge, with stone pavilions and stone railings, stone tables and stone benches for viewing flowers and the moon. However, after years of rain and wind, a corner of the pavilion was missing, and two stone benches fell down. There are no flowers in the garden, only dead branches and leaves. This garden has been abandoned for many years.

Lan Si chased, "This is the garden of the Flower Girl. ”

Lan Jingyi was stunned and said, "Who is the Flower Girl? Does this garden have an owner? Why does it look so broken, no one has taken care of it for a long time." ”

Flowers that bloom in season with a short flowering period are called masculis. There are many varieties, different colors, and the garden is full of fragrance when it opens. Hearing this name, Wei Wuxian's heart moved, and he remembered something.

"This garden used to be famous. I read about it in books. According to the chapter "The Flower Soul of the Maiden", there is a flower garden in Tanzhou, and there are women in the flower garden. Poetry under the moon, poetry, a gift of a flower, three years without wilting, fragrant forever. If the poem is not good, or there is a mistake in chanting, the woman suddenly comes out, throws the face with flowers, and then hides. ”

Lan Jingyi said: "If you chant the wrong poem, you want to be smashed in the face by her with flowers? The flower should not have thorns, otherwise if I try it, I will definitely be smashed and my face will be pricked with blood." What kind of monster is this?"

Lan Si chased: "According to legend, the earliest owner of the flower garden was a poet, he planted these flowers with his own hands, took flowers as friends, and chanted poems here every day. When outsiders came here, she chanted poems so well that she remembered the person who planted her, and when she was happy, she gave a flower. If she made a mistake, she would come out of the flowers and hit people on the head and face. The person who was hit would faint and wake up to find himself thrown out of the garden. More than a decade ago, there was a steady stream of people coming to this garden. ”

Wei Wuxian said: "Elegant, elegant." However, there will be no books in the library of the Gusu Lan clan to record such a thing, think about you honestly, what kind of book are you reading. ”

Lan Sichai's face turned red, and he quietly went to see Lan Wangji. Lan Jingyi said: "Isn't the flower girl very beautiful? Why else would so many people come?"

Seeing that Lan Wangji didn't mean to blame, Lan Si chased: "It should be very beautiful." But few people see that even if they don't know how to compose poems, why is it difficult to memorize one or two poems, so most people have received flowers from the flower girl. Even if there is an occasional mistaken beating, you can't see the face of the flower girl clearly. Except for one person. ”

Another teenager asked, "Which one?"

Wei Wuxian coughed lightly.

Lan Si chased: "Yiling Ancestor Wei Wuxian. ”

Wei Wuxian coughed again and said, "Why is it him again?

No one paid any attention to him. Lan Jingyi waved her hand and said, "Don't be noisy." What happened to Wei Wuxian? What did he do? Did he get the Flower Girl out?"

Lan Si chased: "Not really. However, in order to see the face of the Flower Girl, he came to this garden, and each time he deliberately recited the wrong poem, so that the Flower Girl was angry and beat him with the flowers, and then threw him out, and when he woke up, he crawled in again and continued to read the wrong words out loud. After repeating this more than twenty times, I finally saw the face of the flower girl clearly, but the flower girl was also angry with him, and never came out for a long time, and as soon as I saw him enter, there was a burst of flowers and rain, which was more strange than a strange scene......"

All the teenagers laughed in unison, and they all said, "Wei Wuxian is really annoying!"

"Why are you so boring!"

Wei Wuxian touched his chin and said to himself, "What's so boring about this. Who hasn't done one or two of these things when they're young? Then again, why does anyone even know about it?

Lan Wangji looked at him, although his face was expressionless, there was a strange brilliance in his eyes, as if he was making fun of him. Wei Wuxian said in his heart, "You're making fun of me? Hey, Lan Zhan is so embarrassed to make fun of me." ”

He said: "You children, your heart is not quiet, and your mind is not clear. I must have been reading miscellaneous books every day and not concentrating on cultivation. Go back and ask Hanguangjun to punish you for copying the family motto, ten times. ”

The teenagers were shocked: "Do you have to copy it ten times upside down?!"

Wei Wuxian was also taken aback, and looked at Lan Wangji: "Your family is now punishing copying upside down, it's too ruthless." ”

Lan Wangji said: "Just by punishing copying, there are always people who will not be taught a lesson." ”

They listened to the story with great interest and were to spend the night in the Maki Garden. It is also a common thing for night hunters to stay in the wild, picking up from east to west, piling up a pile of dead branches and leaves, and building a bonfire. Lan Wangji went out to patrol to see if there was any change in the area. Wei Wuxian sat by the fire, and seeing that he finally had a chance to ask, he said, "By the way, what does your family's forehead wipe mean?"

At the mention of this, the faces of all the young men changed suddenly, and they all stood up.

Lan Sichai said cautiously: "Young Master Mo, don't you know?"

Wei Wuxian said, "If I knew, I would still ask, do I look like such a boring person?"

Lan Jingyi muttered, "Then you still don't know." ”

Lan Sichai seemed to be thinking about the wording, and after thinking about it for a while, he said, "That's the case." Gusu Lan's forehead wiping means 'self-restraint', you know this, right?"

Wei Wuxian said, "You know?"

Lan Sichai continued: "And Lan An, the ancestor of the Gusu Lan family, said that only in front of the destined people and the people who fall in love, there is no need to have any rules. Therefore, the wipe of the Lan family's forehead, for generations, no one can touch it casually, cannot take it off casually, and cannot tie it to others, which is taboo. Well, only, only ......"

There is nothing but that, needless to say.

Beside the bonfire, these young and immature faces were flushed, and Lan Sizhui couldn't go on.

Wei Wuxian felt more than half of the blood in his body rush to his brain.

This forehead, this forehead, this and this-

The meaning of this wipe is quite heavy!

He suddenly felt that he needed fresh air very much, Huo Ran stood up, jumped out, and said in his heart: "...... What did I do!! what did he do!!"

In Qishan that year, Wen held a grand meeting of 100 schools, the conference lasted for seven days, and the daily after-hours projects in the seven days were different, one of which was archery.

Of the more than 1,000 life-size and agile paper figures, only a hundred were accompanied by fierce spirits, and the young children of each family who were not even weak enough entered the hunt. As long as you miss one, you must leave the field, and only by constantly shooting the correct paper figure with the evil spirit attached to it can you stay in the field, and finally calculate who will shoot the most and the most accurately.

At that time, it had been more than a year since Wei Wuxian had studied in Yunshen and was sent back to Yunmeng. After he returned to Yunmeng, he told people how Lan Wangji was rigid and how boring, and it didn't take long to leave this period of time behind and continue to roll over the waves on the lake and scatter wild in the mountains.

He listened to the debate all morning, and his head was dizzy when he heard it, and it was easy to get a little refreshed when he took up his bow and arrow, and swept his eyes casually, only to see a handsome young man beside him, wearing a red round-necked robe, tied with a nine-ring belt, and his sleeves were very narrow. This was the unified dress of the juniors of the Qishan Hundred Schools of Qing Talk, and he wore it very well, three points of elegance, three points of heroism, and the remaining four points were all handsome, which made people shine.

The boy was carrying a bundle of arrows with snow-white tail feathers on his back, and was trying his bow with his head bowed down. His fingers are slender and plucked on the bowstring, producing a string-like tone, beautiful and strong.

Wei Wuxian saw that this young man was a little familiar, thought for a while, patted his thigh, and happily greeted him: "Hey, isn't this Brother Wangji?"

Lan Wangji tried the bow, turned his head and left.

Wei Wuxian was bored again, and said to Jiang Cheng, "Don't pay attention to me again." Hey. ”

There were more than twenty entrances to the shooting range, each one was different, and Lan Wangji walked in front of the entrance of the Gusu Lan clan, and Wei Wuxian slipped over first. Lan Wangji turned sideways, he also moved sideways, and Lan Wangji moved, and he moved. All in all, it was blocked and didn't let him go.

In the end, Lan Wangji stood still, raised his head slightly, and said solemnly: "Borrowed." ”

Wei Wuxian said, "Are you willing to ignore me?" did you pretend not to know me just now, or did you pretend not to hear?"

Not far away, the teenagers of the other families were all looking at this side, strange and smiling. Jiang Cheng smacked his lips impatiently, and carried the arrow to another entrance.

Lan Wangji raised his eyes coldly and repeated, "Borrowed." ”

Wei Wuxian smiled at the corner of his mouth, raised his eyebrows, and turned sideways. The arch of the entrance was narrow, and Lan Wangji had to pass by him. When he entered, Wei Wuxian shouted behind him, "Lan Zhan, you wiped your forehead crookedly." ”

The children of the family all pay great attention to appearance, especially the Gusu Lan clan. Hearing this, Lan Wangji raised his hand to help without thinking. But the forehead was clearly upright, and as soon as he turned around, his gaze was unkind to Wei Wuxian, who had already turned to the entrance of the Yunmeng Jiang clan with a smile.

After entering the official start of the game, there were many children of the family who left the field because they shot ordinary paper figures with the wrong hand. Wei Wuxian shot one arrow at a time, very slowly, but there was no missing shot, and the arrows in the quiver were removed in less than a moment. Suddenly, something floated to his face, tickling Wei Wuxian's cheeks, and he looked back to see that before he knew it, Lan Wangji had arrived near him, with his back to him, and was drawing a bow at a paper figure.

The ribbon that wiped his forehead fluttered in the wind and gently swept Wei Wuxian's face. He said, "Brother Forget the machine!"

Lan Wangji pulled the bow full and said, "What's the matter?" ”

Wei Wuxian said, "You wiped your forehead crookedly. ”

This time, Lan Wangji didn't believe him anymore, an arrow flew out, and two words burst out without looking back: "Boring." ”

Wei Wuxian said: "This time it's true! It's really crooked, if you don't believe it, I'll give you justice." ”

He said that he would do it, and grabbed the tail strap of wiping his forehead that was floating in front of his eyes. But the bad thing is that he is a poor person, he used to pull Yunmeng's little girl's braids before, and as soon as he grabbed the silk in his hand, he wanted to pull it, and this time he also pulled it. Who knows, this forehead was originally slightly crooked, a little loose, and as soon as he pulled it, it slipped off Lan Wangji's forehead.

In an instant, Lan Wangji's hand holding the bow trembled. It was a long time before he turned his head stiffly, his gaze turning to Wei Wuxian very slowly.

Wei Wuxian was still holding the snow-white forehead in his hand and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. You tie it back on. ”

Lan Wangji's face was very ugly.

There was a black aura shrouded in his Yin Hall, and the green tendons on the back of his hand holding the bow burst out, and the whole person seemed to tremble. Wei Wuxian looked at him as if there were bloodshot crawls in his eyes, and couldn't help but pinch the forehead, and said in his heart, "This thing I ripped off is indeed a forehead, isn't it some part of his body?"

Seeing that he still dared to pinch it, Lan Wangji snatched the forehead wipe from his hand violently.

As soon as he snatched it, Wei Wuxian let go. Several other disciples of the Lan family stopped firing arrows, and gathered around, whispering something to the silent Lan Wangji, shaking their heads as they spoke, and looking at Wei Wuxian with strange eyes of unknown meaning.

Wei Wuxian only heard vague words, "don't care", "accident", "don't take it seriously", "don't be angry", "man", and so on, and became more and more dazed. Lan Wangji glared at him fiercely, turned around with his sleeves, and walked straight to the sidelines.

Jiang Cheng walked over and said, "What are you doing again? Didn't you tell you not to flirt with him? ”

Wei Wuxian spread his hands and said, "I said that he wiped his forehead crookedly, the first time I lied to him, but the second time it was true." He didn't believe it and got angry. I didn't mean to pull him off to wipe his forehead, why do you think he was so angry? ”

Jiang Cheng said: "Who knows, maybe it's because you're particularly annoying!"

The arrows behind him were almost finished, and when Wei Wuxian saw this, he began to exert his strength.

This paragraph, he hadn't thought about it at all for so many years, and he didn't doubt whether wiping his forehead had any special meaning to the Lan family, but after the competition, he put this matter behind him again. Now that I think about it, what kind of eyes did the other Lan family disciples present look at him with-

was forcibly taken off and wiped by a bastard boy in front of the public, and Lan Zhan didn't stab him to death on the spot - the cultivation is really too good to be terrifying!!

Lan Jingyi wondered: "What is he doing walking around there alone? Can't he sit still after eating too much?"

Another teenager said, "His face is also red and green...... Didn't you eat it badly......"

Wei Wuxian walked around a clump of withered flowers for more than fifty laps before he calmed down, and said to himself: "Wei Wuxian, it's really a blessing in your life that you can live so long before you die......, instead of dying in your teens!

Thinking of this, he suddenly heard the sound of dead leaves being trampled behind him.

Listening to the sound of the foot is not a child, it should be Lan Wangji has returned, Wei Wuxian pondered how to verify whether this was the case, and when he turned around, he saw a black figure standing not far behind him, under the shadow of a dead tree.

This figure is very tall, very tall, very powerful.

It's just a head missing.