Chen Qing makes fans envy

Pat the girl on the back.

"What's wrong!" She seemed to have punched him hard, Wei Wuxian looked at the girl in his arms like a pissed off little wife, where did she look like just now?

Wei Wuxian held her hand, interlocking his fingers.

Pressing his forehead against hers, he smiled lightly, "Xianxian made the little lady angry, it's all wrong"

The Blue Tea Alcohol incident was also bolder than usual, and he smiled after lightly rubbing the corner of his mouth, "This punishment is cheap for you, I will punish you to stay by my side for the rest of your life"

Wei Wuxian supported her head with his back hand, staring into her piercing eyes.

Her eyes just followed the Princess, captivating and gentle as water.

"One lifetime is not enough, Xianxian wants to be with my wife forever"

Before she could reply, such affectionate kisses came overwhelmingly, entangled in her tongue and lingering until her whole body began to go limp, Wei Wuxian's mouth lingered with the scent of her wine, and after hugging him collapsed, his body pressed against Lan Ming made her a little shy enough to wake up.

"Ah Xian... I'm in a hurry." Wei Wuxian laughed seeing her a little embarrassed, and lightly stroked the broken hair on her forehead, "Xianxian's little lady is going to be treasured, I can't stand the haste, I I understand." Wei Wuxian's love words were also made up casually, but the only thing he gave her was his sincerity.

"Qiqi, marry me, will you..." Wei Wuxian looked deeply into her eyes, and Lan Ming felt sore, she raised her sleeves and wiped her eyes that couldn't hold back the tears.

Wei Wuxian held her face in distress, and said aggrievedly, "Qiqi loves to cry so much, I will be sad." Lan Ming hugged him back, and nodded seriously.

"Ah Xian, I wish"

On the second day when I was on the pole, I realized that the emperor who had poured wine jugs all over the floor smiled and remembered what happened last night, and he was a little embarrassed.

Wei Wuxian felt that the person next to him seemed to be awake, and his eyes never left her for a second.

"Qiqi, good morning..." Ru Nuo's voice made her feel a little sweet.

I stretched out my hand to stroke his side face, and the temperature from my hand seemed to tell me that there is no such person in this world who can be so gentle to her.

That day we resolved the previous conflict with Wei Wuxian, and he seemed to be more attached to her than before. When he went to pay respects to Lan Qiren in the blue room, he didn't say much, and after calling Wei Wuxian in for about two hours, he was with me. Fortunately, there was nothing wrong with the panic.

"Ah Xian?" I, who had been waiting in front of the door for a long time, hurried forward when I watched him come out. His nervous expression made him seem like a laughing stock.

"Your father didn't make things difficult for me, he was thinking too much." The words just finished before I could feel relieved.

The disciples from the outer sect came to report that something happened to Lord Hanguang.

It was estimated that on the second day, from the west of Yun Shen, who did not know where, there were bursts of bells.

The sound of the bell was completely different from that of the hour-telling bell, rapid and violent, as if struck by a madman who had lost his mind.Lan Jingyi and Lan Sizhui's expressions changed drastically, they didn't care to joke with him anymore, they left him and ran away.Wei Wuxian knew something was wrong, so I quickly followed.

The bell came from a turret.

This turret is called the "Death Room", and the surrounding walls are made of special materials with inscriptions inscribed on it. It is a building dedicated to the Lan family's spiritual summoning.When the bell on the turret rang spontaneously, it meant that something had happened: the person who performed the soul-calling ceremony inside had an accident.

Outside the turret, more and more children and disciples of the Lan family gathered around, but no one dared to enter rashly.

The door of the dark chamber is a dark wooden door, which is firmly locked and can only be opened from the inside.Violent destruction from the outside is not only difficult, it is also against taboo.An accident happened in the spirit summoning ceremony, which is a terrible thing, because no one knows exactly what will be summoned, and what will happen if you break in rashly.And since the establishment of the Nether Chamber, there has almost never been a failure in summoning souls, which makes people feel even more worried.

"Sizhui, Jingyi!" The two disciples who were fixed in front looked back and saw that it was me, Lan Sizhui ran over grabbing Lan Jingyi.

"Auntie, Hanguang-Jun has been summoning his soul for two hours, I'm afraid it's dangerous!" Lan Sizhui broke out in a cold sweat anxiously, I cast a reassuring look and protected the two of them behind my back.

Seeing that Lan Wangji didn't show up, Wei Wuxian had a bad feeling.

If Lan Wangji was still in Yunshen, he should have rushed over when he heard the alarm bell ringing, unless... suddenly, the black door was slammed open, and a white-clothed student stumbled out.

He was unsteady on the soles of his feet, and rolled down the steps as soon as he rushed out.The door of the dark room immediately closed automatically, as if someone threw it down angrily.

Others hurriedly helped the disciple up.After he was lifted up, he immediately fell down again, with uncontrollable tears streaming down his face, he grabbed people and said, "It shouldn't...it shouldn't be recruited..."

I grabbed his hand and said in a deep voice, "What soul are you recruiting? Who else is in it? Where is Mr. Hanguang?!"

This disciple seemed to be having difficulty breathing, he opened his mouth and said, "Hanguang-jun, let me escape..."

Before he finished speaking, bright red blood gushed out from his nose and mouth.Wei WuXian hastily stepped forward and pushed him into Lan Sizhui's arms, with the hastily made bamboo flute still stuck in his waist, he took two steps up several steps, kicked the door of the dark room, and shouted sharply: "open!"

The door of the dark chamber opened like a wild laugh, and suddenly opened.

Wei Wuxian stepped inside immediately.When I was about to step forward, the door closed behind him.Several disciples were shocked and rushed up, but the door could not be opened no matter what.A guest official rushed on the door, startled and angry, and blurted out: "Who was this just now?!"

My brows were furrowed, and I shouted with trembling eyes, "Go and help SiZhui, don't enter!"

Everyone could only nod their heads, watching Yi Anjun grab the Qujin in his hands and follow him in, and then they closed tightly.

Lan Sizhui supported the student, gritted his teeth and said, "...help me first. His seven orifices are bleeding!"

As soon as I entered the Nether Chamber, I felt a burst of oppressive black air rushing towards my face.

This black air seems to be a mixture of resentment, anger and madness, almost visible to the naked eye, surrounded by it, one's chest is oppressed with dull pain.The length and width of the underworld are more than three feet, and the four corners are swaying to and fro, and several people are unconscious.On the formation in the center of the ground, the object of this soul-calling is erected.

Nothing but an arm.It was the one brought back from Mojiazhuang!

It stood upright like a stick, with its cross-section facing the ground, its four fingers forming a fist, and its index finger pointing to the sky, as if it was pointing at someone angrily.The endless black energy that filled the entire Nether Chamber was emitted from it.

Those who participated in the soul-calling ceremony fled and fell down, only Lan Wangji, who was sitting in the chair of Dongshou Chairman, was still sitting upright.

There was a Guqin beside him, his hands were not on the strings, but the strings were vibrating and buzzing.Originally, he seemed to be contemplating, or listening to something intently, and then he raised his head when he realized someone was breaking in.

Lan Wangji's face was always calm, and Wei Wuxian couldn't see what he was thinking.Lan Qiren, who was originally sitting on one side, had fallen to the side at this moment, just like the disciple who escaped from the dark room, bleeding from all seven orifices and losing all sanity.Wei Wuxian took his place, turned around and stepped on Xishou's position, pulled out the bamboo flute from his waist, raised it to his lips, and faced Lan Wangji from a distance.

There was a Guqin beside him, his hands were not on the strings, but the strings were vibrating and buzzing.Originally, he seemed to be contemplating, or listening to something intently, and then he raised his head when he realized someone was breaking in.

That night in Mojiazhuang, Wei Wuxian harassed each other with a whistle first, and then Lan Wangji hit each other with the sound of a piano from a distance.The eyes of the three people met, they knew each other, raised their right hands, and a string of chords flowed out, Wei Wuxian and Lan Ming immediately joined each other with flute sounds.

The song they played is called "Calling the Soul".Using the body of the deceased, a certain part of the body, or the beloved thing in life as the medium, the soul of the dead comes along with the sound.Usually, it only takes a while to see the figure of the dead soul emerging from the formation.However, the song of the two was about to end, and no soul was summoned.

That arm seemed to be angry, the veins all over his body were bulging, and the oppressive feeling in the air was even heavier.If someone else was guarding the west at this time, they would not be able to escape Lan Qiren's bloody end, and would have collapsed long ago.

Wei Wuxian was secretly startled: even if they played "Conjuring Souls" together, they couldn't summon the souls of the dead, which is almost impossible.Unless...unless the soul of the deceased was cut apart along with its body!

The name of the ghost flute of Yiling Patriarch is "Chen Qing", which is well-known far and wide.At this time, he responded with the bamboo flute, deliberately playing with many mistakes and lack of breath, making it unbearable to listen to.

Lan Wangji and I probably never played with such a bad person before. After playing for a while, we finally couldn't continue as if nothing had happened, and looked up at him expressionlessly.

Wei Wuxian cheekily pretended not to see, the tune ran farther and farther away, turned around, and was about to continue playing, when suddenly a vision came from behind him, he looked back, and was immediately startled.I saw Lan Qiren, who had already lost consciousness, sat up straight, with a face bleeding from all seven orifices and smoke from all seven orifices, his beard and throat, and the hand pointing at Wei Wuxian were trembling, and he said hoarsely: "Stop blowing! Go away! Go away! Don't—"

What exactly is "not allowed", before he finished speaking, he spit out a mouthful of blood, fell back on the spot, and fell into a dying coma again.

"Father!" I was shocked and quickly picked up the fallen Lan Qiren.

Lan Wangji: "..."

Wei Wuxian was dumbfounded.

He knew what was behind Lan Qiren's "No": Don't blow it!No ensemble!Don't tarnish the zither sounds and melodies of his lover, Tu Wangji, and his beloved daughter, Lan Ming.

Their piano and flute ensemble, unexpectedly