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

Chapter 37 Glutinous Rice Porridge

Yicheng

The current situation is a little more complicated.

Standing in the mist, Wei Wuxian rubbed his eyebrows.

Now, lying under Wei Wuxian's feet is a lifelike paper human head that frightened the group of fairy disciples. Behind him is the ghost general who is beating walking corpses. Rulan, Jingyi, and the teenagers who were arguing about the topic, the ear-piercing sound of "clicking" and "clicking" from the bamboo poles hitting the ground on the right, and a walking corpse faintly looming in front of them— —and it’s still a walking corpse controlled by the Yinhu Talisman, and a little bit ahead is the Lan Wangji who fought with the ghost-faced man who snatched the evil Qiankun bag. Oh, no, they are all flying now.

What troubled Wei WuXian the most was that when Lan WangJi killed the walking corpse just now, some of the young men around him were accidentally poisoned by the corpse.

Wei Wuxian: "..."

It's really a headache.

After all, if you think about it carefully, Wei Wuxian is still just a young man in his early 20s, only four or five years older than these young men—the 16 years of death and disappearance are not counted in Wei Wuxian's life.

The only consolation is that these teenagers listened to Wei Wuxian very much.

While comforting himself, Wei Wuxian pulled out the absurdity, and appeared in front of the walking corpses with agility and agility. Even though Wei Wuxian didn't use spiritual power, every sword stably cut through every walking corpse. In the sound of walking corpses falling to the ground, he raised his eyes, "I can't leave the city now, follow me and knock on the door."

Jin Ling was puzzled, "What door are you knocking on?"

"They're all poisoned." If it was normal, Wei Wuxian would definitely have teased Jin Ling, but he just found out that these walking corpses were a bit weird, and considering the time Jingyi and the others were poisoned, he gave up the idea of ​​teasing him. Walk back to the teenagers, "Find a room where there are people."

"Are you still looking for someone?" Jin Ling said as he put down Ouyang Zizhen with Wen Ning's help, and took the lead to knock on the door.

Lan Sizhui also put down Lan Jingyi, Wen Ning, who was sure he had carried Ouyang Zizhen, supported Lan Jingyi, and then went to knock on the door.

Lan Jingyi and Wen Ning looked at each other.

Lan Jingyi looked at Wen Ning, and then at Wei Wuxian, "You won't let General Ghost carry one at the same time, will you? I don't want it!" It must be painful to death.

Wei Wuxian put the absurdity back into the scabbard, "Don't talk nonsense, Wen Ning."

Lan Jingyi looked aggrieved at Wen Ning's bullying face, and couldn't resist being carried on Wen Ning's shoulders.

Every household on this long street had their doors and windows tightly closed, no matter how much Jin Ling and Lan Sizhui knocked, there was no movement.

The more Jin Ling knocked, the more irritable he became, but the strength in his hand was much lighter as Wei Wuxian reminded him.Lan Sizhui, on the other hand, kept knocking on the door calmly and asking questions in a gentle voice until he reached the No. 13 shop.

The door panel moved.

Wei Wuxian stepped forward and stopped Lan Sizhui and Jin Ling behind him, "Excuse me, is this the owner?"

"...Yes." The old and strange voice crawled out from the crack of the door, and the hearts of all the teenagers felt inexplicably chilled.

"Store," Wei Wuxian didn't seem to find anything wrong, and smiled at Yan Yan, "We first came to your place, the fog was too thick, we lost our way, we walked for a long time, and we were a little tired, I wonder if we can borrow the shop Rest your feet?"

The voice of the old man who could be seen through the crack of the door sounded like a ghost, "My shop is not for people to rest their feet."

Wei Wuxian's expression was as usual, "It's rare that there are no other shopkeepers. The shopkeeper really refuses to make things easier? We'll pay for it."

The old man was silent for a moment, let the door open, and retreated stiffly into the shadow behind the door, allowing them to enter the house.

Jin Ling was slightly surprised, "She is actually willing to let us in?"

Wei Wuxian raised his eyebrows, "Of course, my foot is stuck here, and she can't close the door even if she wants to. If we don't let us in again, I'll just kick the door!"

All the young men: "..."

After entering the house, the room was pitch black, and Lan Jingyi, who was being carried by Wen Ning, raised his head awkwardly, looked at the old man who stayed behind and closed the door, shivered, looked at Ouyang Zizhen, and silently lowered his head again. head.

This old man...why does he look weirder the more he looks?

Wei WuXian looked around, "Why doesn't the shop owner light the lamp?"

The old man passed the crowd, cooing, his voice was vague, "The lamp is on the table, light it yourself."

Lan Sizhui just touched the edge of the table, raised his hand when he heard the words, put his fingers together, and a fire talisman burst out from between his fingers in an instant, with a flick of his wrist, flames emerged from the top of the talisman, Lan Sizhui struck The faint light found the oil lamp, picked up the oil lamp with one hand, brought the flame on the fire talisman close to the wick, and lit it.

Under the lights in the room, countless people hang from the roof.

All the young men were startled, and they all raised their hands to press on the hilt of their swords.

Wei Wuxian quickly caught the oil lamp that Lan Sizhui had dropped, calmly took the fire talisman between Lan Sizhui's fingers, and lit the other candles on the table again, "Don't be afraid, it's a paper figurine." Wei Wuxian comforted the startled young man in a low voice, before asking the old man again, "Can I borrow the kitchen?"

Relieved, Jin Ling put his sword back into its sheath, bravely looked at the old man secretly, and found that the old man was staring viciously at the oil lamp and candles on the table, "The kitchen is in the back, use it yourself." After speaking, he made no sound Quietly exited the main room and hid in another room. The loud closing sound made all the young men tremble.

Jin Ling turned his head to look at Wei Wuxian, "This old hag is weird!"

Wei Wuxian patted Jin Ling's shoulder, "Okay, don't talk about it, let's detoxify Jingyi and the others first. I need someone to help, who will come?"

Lan Sizhui, who helped Lan Jingyi and Ouyang Zizhen to stand firmly on the ground, hurriedly said, "I'll do it."

Lan Jingyi was supported by Wen Ning, and when she heard Lan Sizhui's words, she also chased after her, "I'll help too."

"Stay well, don't move around." Wei Wuxian looked at Wen Ning, "Take care of them."

Wen Ning nodded, "Young master, don't worry, I will take good care of Mr. Jingyi and the others."

All the young men looked at the well-behaved ghost general with complicated emotions, and deeply felt that they would have a lot of money to talk about when they grow up in the future.

When Lan Sizhui left with Wei Wuxian, Jin Ling glanced at Wen Ning, Wen Ning flinched subconsciously, and Jin Ling with a complex expression turned around and left the main room.

Wen Ning stood there in a daze, silent for a while, and then cleaned the tables, chairs and benches, then carefully carried the poisoned young men to the table, and helped them to sit down slowly.

Then he stood far away from Lan Jingyi and his party, standing in a corner, avoiding the sight of the young men, silently protecting them.

Lan Jingyi, who has been paying attention to Wen Ning, has a tight chest, but he also knows that Wen Ning still bears the notoriety of "the most vicious and murderous Yiling patriarch Wei Wuxian's number one running dog", so he can't do it in other aristocratic families. In front of his son, he was too friendly with Wen Ning, after all, he still had to consider the reputation of the Gusu Lan clan——

"Young Master Wen!"

Wen Ning, who was standing in the corner, suddenly heard someone calling him, and looked around in a daze, and at a glance, he saw the young man in white with red lips, white teeth and a smile as bright as the sun, and said to himself, "Will you leave?" We are so far away, how do you take care of us, Young Master Wen? There are still benches here, come here quickly!"

Lan Ziling glanced at Lan Jingyi, then at Wen Ning, "Mr. Wen might as well come over."

Although the other immortal disciples had heard of General Ghost’s notoriety since they were young, they believed what they saw even more. In addition, they were indeed rescued by Wei Wuxian and his group, and Wen Ning also protected them all the way, so they all believed in what they saw. They all nodded in agreement, and some of the teenagers who were not poisoned got up and went to La Wenning to take a seat.

Wen Ning sat down blankly, looking inexplicably honest and easy to bully.

All the young men: "..."

The rumors are wrong.

Lan Jingyi looked at Lan Ziling, puzzled, "Ziling, why did you and Zizhen meet together?"

Lan Ziling coughed a few times, "After you and Si Zhui went down the mountain, senior's donkey quarreled with the rabbits raised by Mr. Hanguang on the back mountain. Order us to take the donkey down the mountain for night hunting." Slowly sorting out his thoughts, "A few days after we went down the mountain, when we were staying overnight in Langye, someone threw the dead cat outside the room. In the following days, every midnight Every now and then, a dead cat always appeared around us. We chased all the way, and happened to meet Brother Ouyang and his party in the east of Shu."

"We also encountered a cat corpse. After tracing to the east of Shu, we encountered a murderous corpse and were injured by it," Ouyang Zizhen continued, "Brother Ziling found out that our group was injured, so he led the murderous corpse away. I originally planned to set off a signal flare to call for help, but I ran into the snake that measured people, but fortunately, I was saved by Hanguang-jun and senior."

Lan Jingyi was thoughtful, except for the night when he was drunk, during the other nights, he, Si Zhui, Jin Ling and Ouyang Zizhen would all enter the dream world, so he and Si Zhui already knew about the cat corpse. What they didn't expect was that Ziling and the others would also encounter the cat's corpse.

Someone is leading the disciples of Xianmen to come to Shudong?Why?Could it be that the purpose of throwing the ghost hand in Mojiazhuang is to lure the disciples of the immortal sect to the east of Shu and make them be killed by murderous corpses?

Lan Jingyi looked at the group of peers who started to discuss the cat corpse, and couldn't help but twitch her eyebrows.

Is the person behind the scenes crazy? !He designed the younger generation of Xianmen Baijia in one go. When his identity is exposed, how can Xianmen Baijia let him go? !

And Jin Zixun, how could Jin Zixun become a murderous corpse?When will the Lanling Jin family fail to keep the corpses of their own clansmen?Moreover, who ordered Jin Zixun to come and kill the disciples of the Xianmen?

as well as……

Lan Jingyi noticed the many disciples of the immortal sect who peeked at Wen Ning from time to time, and felt a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat.

Fortunately, Lan Sizhui appeared in time with a bowl of glutinous rice porridge, "Jingyi."

Lan Jingyi immediately smiled, "SiZhui."

Wei Wuxian, who also came with glutinous rice porridge, couldn't help shaking his head, while Jin Ling glared at Lan Jingyi angrily, and the three of them put the glutinous rice porridge in their hands in front of the poisoned boy one by one, and asked them to feed them. feed them.

"puff--!"

After Lan Jingyi took a sip, her eye circles instantly turned red, her throat felt acrid, and she coughed and sneezed, "What is this? Poison?!"

Wei Wuxian raised his eyebrows, "What poison? This is the antidote! Glutinous rice porridge!"

"Leaving aside why glutinous rice is the antidote, I have never eaten such a spicy glutinous rice porridge! Senior, are you planning to scorch me to death so that you can steal my monthly bill?!"

The other young men who took it also nodded tearfully, and those who hadn't tasted it looked at the glutinous rice porridge in their bowls, and all fell silent.

It's really booming.

Lan Sizhui looked curiously at the glutinous rice porridge in his hand, took a sip from the bowl, blushed immediately, and swallowed with great difficulty, "...this taste is terrible, but..." Slightly puzzled, "" I seem to have tasted it somewhere?" It seems that in the depths of memory, this taste remains.

Wen Ning turned his head to look at Lan Sizhui, a trace of unconcealable shock and suspicion flashed across his eyes, but then he lowered his head, not attracting the attention of the young men around him.

But Ouyang Zizhen, who was sitting by the side, had already had a panoramic view of Wen Ning's expression, and then silently lowered his eyes.

"how is this possible!"

Lan Jingyi quickly snatched the glutinous rice porridge from Lan Sizhui's hand, "Sizhui, you don't like spicy food. Every time I go down the mountain, I always find sweets for you to taste. How could you have eaten such spicy food? You must be remembering wrongly." Already!" Saying this, Lan Jingyi simply lifted the bowl and finished the bowl of extremely spicy glutinous rice porridge in one gulp.

"...cough cough cough cough water water water water water!!!"

All the young men: "..."

All the boys: "!!!"

There was chaos.