bookcurios Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Cloud is deep
in front of the mountain gate
"Sizhui Sizhui! Wait for me! Wait for me!!"
Lan Sizhui, who was instructing everyone to check the Qiankun bag for the last time, couldn't help but pause when he heard the yelling and familiar voice, while the other Lan's disciples turned their heads to look at the white-clothed boy who hurried down the stone steps , I was instantly happy, and waved, "Are you really catching up? Hurry up! Or we'll leave first!"
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!"
"Then hurry up!"
"It's forbidden to make noise in Yunshen I don't know! It's forbidden to run fast!!"
Even though the gatekeeper was used to this for a long time, when he saw a young man take three steps and two steps up the stone steps, plus a few front flips and side flips, his sleeves were fluttering like a drunk dog. When he jumped down from the stone steps towards the mountain entrance like a white butterfly after drinking wine, he still couldn't help shouting.
"Oops! Hold on to me!!"
"call--"
A white shadow flashed across the mountain gate, and the young man in Lan's school uniform charged over his head. His wide sleeves covered Lan Sizhui's head and face. The steady young man, with gentle eyebrows and elegant demeanor, said, "Jingyi, did Mr. Zewu allow you to go down the mountain?"
"Yes!"
The young man who stood still turned his head and said triumphantly, "Yes! Mr. Lan punished me for copying "Yazheng Ji" twenty times, and Mr. Zewu allowed me to go down the mountain and go night hunting with everyone!" Now, Lan Jingyi moved his sore shoulders, turned his right wrist again, with annoyed expression on his face, "But this time I have used up all the saved manuscripts, and I have to prepare again when I come back."
The disciples of the Lan family surrounded by the Lan family's little twins burst into laughter. They naturally knew what Lan Jingyi was talking about. As Lan Jingyi, the one who was punished the most for copying the family rules among the disciples of the Lan family, she has been persevering in repeating "" The purpose of transcribing "Yazheng Ji" is that when he was punished by Mr. Lan to copy the house rules by standing on his head, he could secretly mix in the house rules he had copied before, so that he could relax a bit.
It is precisely because Lan Jingyi has always insisted on copying the family rules, so apart from Lan Sizhui, Lan Jingyi's handwriting is the most beautiful in this generation, and the characters are quite similar to those written by Han Guangjun. The strength of character—after all, Gusu Lan’s current "Yazheng Collection" is compiled by Hanguang Jun and also copied by Hanguang Jun. Lan Jingyi has been dealing with "Yazheng Collection" all day long. Over time, the characters he wrote gradually approached that of Han Guangjun.
By the way, when Mr. Zewu pointed out that Lan Jingyi's words were written by Mr. Hanguang, Lan Jingyi's lightning-like appearance made everyone laugh for half a year.
"Hey, hey," Lan Jingyi, who was laughed at by everyone, held the sword and raised her eyebrows, "Aren't you talking about loyalty? I was punished by Mr. Lan, and you still laugh at me, or are you from the same school?"
"Yes, yes," everyone laughed, half laughing and half concerned, "but we didn't expect that you would fall off the sword when you were fencing the sword because you didn't have enough sleep because you stayed up late at night to read the scriptures. If it wasn't Mr. Hanguang happened to pass by, and you will be miserable."
"Copying "Yazheng Ji" twenty times is miserable, okay? Fortunately, Mr. Lan didn't let anyone stare at me, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to go down the mountain this time."
Lan Jingyi didn't want to recall his painful experience of copying house rules while standing on his head at all. Even though he was already used to copying house rules, if he could not copy them, he wouldn't torture himself, okay?
"Okay." After they laughed and quarreled for a while, Lan Sizhui raised his head to look at the sky and said, "HanGuang-Jun has already taken a step ahead, let's not delay any longer, let's go."
"Yes."
After laughing and laughing, the disciples of the Lan clan, who relieved their nervousness from their first night hunting down the mountain, stood up with their swords and flew towards the place of this night hunting.
Lan Shuangbi, who was still in front of the mountain gate, watched everyone Yujian go away. Lan Sizhui glanced at Lan Jingyi, "Jingyi, can you still control the sword?" When he fainted, he didn't feel at ease letting Lan Jingyi handle the sword alone. After all, it was extremely dangerous to pass out while wielding the sword. If no one was around, he might suffer serious internal injuries.
"of course can."
Lan Jingyi didn't hear Lan Sizhui's subtext and worry, so she drew her sword out of its sheath gracefully, smiled and jumped onto her own sword, and then went directly to the sky with the sword, "Sizhui, let's compare who will arrive first Mojiazhuang, the loser invites the winner to eat!"
Lan Sizhui laughed, Yujian went up to the sky, and flew towards the same door unhurriedly.
Yongxian Tower
"...Wei Wuxian, 16 years ago, was also a son of a very prestigious family in the Immortal Sect. He became famous at a young age, what a glorious scene! But what happened to him in the end? No more!"
The storyteller Xingmu, who was sitting behind the three-foot desk, clapped his hands and said the last sentence.
Lan Sizhui, who was sitting under the right side of the storyteller, brewed a cup of tea gracefully, picked it up and took a sip.
"Storyteller." Sitting next to Lan Sizhui, Lan Jingyi, who was chewing peanuts, did not have the Yazheng of Gusu Lan's commandment at all, and the clear and clear voice of a boy was subtly tinged with a bit of provocation. , "According to what you said, is Wei Wuxian, the ancestor of Yiling, dead or not?"
When Lan Sizhui heard this, he turned his head slightly and glanced at Lan Jingyi, his black and white pupils were so beautiful that there was a hint of obstruction.
Lan Jingyi pursed her lips, avoided Lan Sizhui's sight, and stared closely at this strange storyteller while eating peanuts.
Mojiazhuang is not far from Gusu, and it only takes two or three hours to control the sword, but just in case, after the Lan family's children landed, Lan Sizhui discussed with Lan Jingyi, and asked other The disciples of the Lan family decided to rest and adjust in the Yongxian Building first, to recover their spiritual power, and then go to Mojiazhuang.
For the first night hunt, one must always be careful, and they are all the best of the Gusu Lan family, young talents, high-spirited, if possible, they also hope to complete this night hunt with their own strength, Instead of asking Hanguang-jun for help and causing trouble for Hanguang-jun.
Most importantly, they also want to be like Hanguang-jun, young and famous, okay? !When Hanguang-jun was young, he was famous among all the immortal sects. As the younger generation of the Gusu Lan clan, they naturally didn't want to lose the reputation of the Gusu Lan clan!
But the problem is that as soon as he entered the Yongxian Tower, the storyteller talked about the deeds of Wei Wuxian, the ancestor of Yiling, for no reason. Going down the mountain to hunt at night, I still don't know what the evil spirits in Mojiazhuang are, whether they are dangerous or not, whether they can handle it, or whether there will be any accidents during the night hunt, so I heard this storyteller talk about it. Wei Wuxian, the No. 16 Supreme Evil Zun Yiling Patriarch Wei Wuxian, who has been cursed by a hundred schools of immortality for 1 years, is also unavoidably flustered.
The first time you hunted at night, you told us about this "famous" character, what exactly did you mean?
"This……"
The storyteller behind the three-foot desk shook his paper fan for a moment, as if he didn't expect someone to ask a question, and subconsciously turned his head and glanced behind him. Behind the three-foot desk, there was an elegant green curtain A private room was separated, through the curtain, someone could be vaguely seen sitting in the private room.
Lan Jingyi, who straightened her waist and stretched her neck to follow the storyteller's gaze, narrowed her eyes slightly. Behind the curtain... who is there?
The storyteller turned around, noticed Lan Jingyi's movements, and said hastily, "Ah, this cliff must have fallen." He closed his fan and continued, "However, in the past 16 years, no matter how little Sect Master Jiang Cheng I searched all over the bottom of the cliff, but couldn't find his body."
Lan Jingyi withdrew her gaze, and exchanged a glance with Lan Sizhui, feeling an inexplicable sense of unease in their hearts.
Lan Sizhui lowered his eyes, secretly thinking about the stories told by the storyteller. If he told these stories during the period after the death of Yiling Patriarch, it might really make him a lot of money, but now It was No. 16 years after the death of Yiling Patriarch, people died like a lamp went out, would anyone care about the dead Yiling Patriarch in the hundred families of immortals?Then why is the storyteller telling these stories here?
"There are rumors that the ancestor of Yiling has the ability to shake the world and move mountains and seas, so even after 16 years of peaceful life, who can say for sure that Wei Wuxian, the ancestor of Yiling, will not be here today," the storyteller said. Ren Xingmu slapped suddenly, and in the echo of Xingmu hitting the table, his voice became a little more mysterious, "How about returning to the world?"
As soon as the words fell, the sky outside the Yongxian Building changed instantly, the green mantle inside the building fluttered, and the light outside the window was gradually swallowed up by the sudden black shadow. , saw the last ray of light disappear in the corner of the window, and the Yongxian Building immediately darkened. The expressions of everyone in the building changed, and their expressions became panicked. On the disciples of the door.
The school uniforms of the Gusu Lan clan are widely circulated even among ordinary people, especially the white forehead with a finger-wide curly cloud pattern on the foreheads of these eight young boys, which shows that this The eight people are all descendants of the relatives of the Lan family. Since this is the case, the ordinary people in the building will naturally place their hopes on the children of the Lan family. , will keep them safe and sound.
Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi silently raised their vigilance and looked around. The other six Lan's disciples tried to appease the ordinary people in the building, but at the next moment, the swords placed on the tea table by each of the Lan's disciples trembled at the same time, sending out The small, rapid and piercing noise made people inexplicably upset.
Something evil appeared!
As the leaders of this night hunt, Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi looked at each other again, nodded, picked up their sabers and got up and left their seats at the same time, leading the other six disciples to leave Yongxian Tower and hurried to Mojiazhuang.Originally, they planned to rest and adjust, but the change in the weather made them have to go on their way again to avoid more troubles.
Lan Jingyi, who was walking at the end, looked back at Yongxianlou who had fallen behind them, frowned slightly, and subconsciously raised her hand to caress her chest. The heat from the Qiankun bag in her arms gradually decreased, and it was no longer the same as before. It was so hot that my heart ached, I pursed my lips in annoyance, and followed everyone's footsteps again.
The storyteller in Yongxian Tower, it's better to talk to him after getting rid of the evil spirits.
In the Yongxian Building, people in the private room spread out their fans, and the top-quality ebony fan bones set against the fan surface made of silk, which can be called a "extremely elegant" compliment.
"As expected," he covered his lips with a fan, listening to the guests in the Yongxian Tower pointing, complaining and mocking dissatisfied with the sudden departure of the disciples of the Lan family, a cold smile slowly overflowed from the docile eyebrows and eyes, "Gusu Lan's Little Shuangbi." His eyes gradually darkened like night, and he moved his gaze out of the window, "It seems that he has come back...In that case," the fan tip lightly tapped his chest, "You also want to appear gone."
Now that the main character has appeared on the stage, the supporting roles are in place, the troupe is ready, and the curtain is slowly opening, then invite them to sing an ups and downs excerpt.
In this world, life is like a drama, and drama is like life, who can tell the difference clearly?