【Fellow of the Patriarch of the Demonic Dao】Third Young Master Lan

Three months later, Lan Yusheng was finally able to move around with the support of bamboo poles.

At this time, the siege of the Mass Burial Mound was over, and Wei Wuxian, the ancestor of Yiling, died.Lan Wangji ignored the objections of Lan Qiren and Lan Xichen, and insisted on dragging his seriously injured body to the mass grave.

Lan Qiren was furious, but still couldn't keep him.

Lan Yusheng sat in front of the house.

Since he woke up, he hasn't seen Lan Wangji again.Being seriously injured is one of them, and Lan Yusheng felt that it was Lan Wangji who didn't want to face himself who was hurt by the person he admired, and didn't want to hear his evaluation of Wei Wuxian.Although he knew that "it was not his fault", he still connected these things subconsciously.

Lan Yusheng was waiting for Lan Wangji.

A slender figure walked slowly, with slight pauses and frivolity between his steps.Lan Wangji stood in front of him, looking down at him.

"How about your injury...?"

Lan Yusheng said: "It's okay."

Lan Wangji pursed his lips, nodded, his movements were slightly stiff, but he turned and left without saying anything.

After going to the mass grave, Lan Wangji didn't find anything, but brought back Wenyuan who had a high fever.After Lan Qiren found out, he was furious again, but he couldn't change anything.After a few quarrels, I had to put it there first.

In the afternoon of the second day, Lan Yusheng suddenly received an alarm from Gushi.The ancient room is a place where items are stored, and there are many treasures among them, but there is strict supervision, and it has not been invaded violently for an unknown period of time.

Lan Yusheng propped up the bamboo pole and moved over with difficulty.

Many people gathered in front of the ancient room, but no one entered.Seeing Lan Yusheng approaching, all the disciples rushed to help him, one disciple said: "Mr. Tianqi, we can handle it here, you should go back and rest first!"

Lan Yusheng shook his head and said, "What happened?"

Everyone hesitated and didn't answer, and suddenly there was an angry shout from the ancient room: "Wangji!"

Lan Yusheng broke away from the person supporting him and rushed in.

The large movement involved the wound, Lan Yusheng swayed and held onto the door frame.

After the tinnitus passed, Lan Yusheng heard a sound of rummaging through boxes.With his back turned to him, Lan Wangji didn't seem to hear Lan Qiren's angry shout, turning the ancient room into a mess.Lan Qiren stood aside, his arm was pulled by Lan Xichen, his face flushed red.

Lan Xichen stepped forward and asked Lan Wangji in a gentle voice, "Wangji, what are you looking for?"

Lan Wangji looked dazed, his eyes were empty, and he muttered to himself.Lan Xichen didn't hear clearly, so he leaned closer and said, "What?"

Lan Wangji raised his voice slightly: "Dizi..."

Lan Xichen was stunned.Immediately, his face showed pain.

"Flute..."

Lan Xichen was silent for a moment, then found the best jade flute in the ancient room and handed it to him.Lan Wangji took the flute, stroked the patterns on it carefully, then suddenly gripped the flute tightly and threw it out forcefully.

For the first time, Lan Wangji showed anger.

"That's not it!"

Lan Xichen's eyes followed the flute, and finally saw Lan Yusheng leaning against the door frame.

"Yu Sheng?"

Lan Xichen was afraid that the unconscious Lan Wangji would hurt Lan Yusheng, so he quickly stepped forward and supported him: "Yusheng, we can just leave this matter to us, you can go back quickly."

Lan Yusheng shook his head.Lan Qiren stepped forward and said seriously: "Yu Sheng, don't be willful, go back quickly!"

Lan Yusheng still shook his head, but suddenly his eyes froze.

At the same time, the disciples behind all shouted: "Sect Master Lan, Mr. Lan! Lord Hanguang—"

They turned their heads abruptly, and saw Lan Wangji pressing an iron on his chest.The pupils of the two shrank suddenly, one of them was not paying attention, Lan Yusheng pushed them away and rushed out again.

Then, they watched as Lan Yusheng rushed to Lan Wangji's side, and when the iron was less than two inches away from Lan Wangji's chest, he grabbed the red-hot iron with his left hand!

The hissing sound of scorched flesh and the terrible smell of roasted meat instantly permeated the entire ancient room, and spread outside through the door of the ancient room.

The expressions on everyone's faces instantly became panic and terror, but Lan Yusheng didn't show any expression, as if the iron hadn't touched his hand.Holding the iron tightly, he separated Lan Wangji's fingers with his right hand, and threw the iron far away.

Lan Wangji's eyes cleared up for a moment.He watched Lan Yusheng half kneeling on the ground, holding his bloody left hand tightly with no expression on his face, his face was pale, he swayed, and fainted.

Lan Xichen flew forward, caught Lan Wangji, handed him over to the disciples who were running up, and turned around to check on Lan Yusheng's injuries.Lan Yusheng's left hand was ripped apart, smelling of burnt flesh, and was faintly burnt black, with blood continuously flowing out.

Looking at Lan Yusheng who didn't even shake his eyes, Lan Xichen's heart was pierced even more.

But he couldn't blame Lan Wangji.

These two people have suffered too many injuries over the years.

Lan Yusheng was carried back to the room by Lan Xichen, and used the best wound medicine from the Gusu Lan Sect.The wound on the hand healed in a few days, leaving only a scar that could never heal.On the contrary, the old wounds on the chest were more troublesome. The bones that were already fragmented were devastated before they healed, and many of them were misplaced.

So, Lan Yusheng was pinned down on the bed by Lan Xichen for another week, and Lan Wangji never came to him again.

This afternoon, Lan Xichen came to look for him again.

"The next time you get hurt, don't hold back if it hurts. But I still hope there will be no next time."

Does it hurt?Lan Yusheng asked himself.

Of course it hurts, it hurts, it hurts a lot.

But he didn't hold back.

Because I have suffered too many injuries, I am used to it.

For a god like him, pain is just a feeling, not a pain.

True pain comes from the soul.

Lan Xichen found a white glove for Lan Yusheng to cover the wound on his hand.

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Six years later.

A large number of snake demons suddenly appeared near Gusu.These snake monsters are not big in size, but they are extremely poisonous, and they bite everyone they meet, causing unrest for the people.

As an aristocratic family stationed here, the Gusu Lan Sect had sent people to wipe out it several times, but because they couldn't find the source, the killed snake demon would soon be replaced.This time, Zewu-jun, Hanguang-jun and Tianqi-jun dispatched together to try to eradicate the grass.

Because Lan Yusheng had a lot of experience in dealing with snake demons during the Sun Shooting Campaign, Lan Wangji and Lan Xichen asked Lan Yusheng to investigate the situation.Before leaving, Lan Yusheng took a deep look at the two of them.

Everyone didn't know, only Lan Yusheng understood that once he left this time, he might never come back again.

When Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji rushed over, they only saw Zeling broken into several pieces and scattered on the ground.

The sword is with the person, and the sword is broken and the person is dead.This is something that everyone can't understand.

Lan Wangji knelt on the ground, letting the sharp shards cut through his palm, weeping silently together with Lan Xichen, a huge regret engulfed them.

From then on, the snake demon around Gusu disappeared.