[Magic Dao Patriarch] Acacia

"Sizhui, are you going to discuss matters with the suzerain again?" Lan Jingyi held a sword in one hand and stood at the side of the martial arts arena.

Lan Sizhui hugged a thick stack of books, slips and letters, and smiled without stopping, "Yes, Jingyi, you have worked hard. Is the aptitude of this year's new disciples okay?"

He asked, but didn't wait for Jingyi's reply, and hurried over.The elegant and elegant young man was tall and straight, and the setting sun cast a layer of majestic red and orange colors on his slow and light white clothes.

Lan Jingyi looked at his lonely back, and wondered in his heart why this kid has grown so much in the past few years?While looking at the new generation of junior disciples of the Lan family below.

Seeing that one of the sword dancing postures was wrong again, he couldn't help but frowned and corrected him: "A lunge and a slash! It's not a chop! Do you think you're holding a knife? If you're so absent-minded, you might be fined to copy your family instructions." Already!"

The disciples of his generation now have the qualifications to punish people for copying the family rules.Especially Lan Sizhui, who is the most outstanding among them, has won the favor of the whole family. After the battle of Guanyin Temple, he began to follow Mr. Zewu to deal with the affairs inside and outside the family.Wherever he goes now, people have to respectfully call him "Mr. Haohua".

Lan Sizhui stepped into the elegant room amidst the elegant fragrance of tea in the room, and saw the dignified gentleman sitting on the throne carved from red pear flower wood. The palm-wide belt outlines smooth and graceful lines. Between the fluttering of the skirt, the white boots embroidered with silver patterns can be vaguely seen tightly wrapping the straight and slender calves.An aura of banished immortals exuding dust and abstinence.Lan Sizhui only felt his heart agitated for a while, and quickly forced himself to watch his nose, nose and mouth, restraining his thoughts.

The kneeling disciple got up after finishing the matter, saluted the two superiors, and retreated respectfully.Lan Xichen's slender index finger was bent, and his knuckles were lightly tapping on the red sandalwood table, his two beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned.The bitter tea in the white porcelain cup with bamboo body has already cooled down.

Lan Si caught up and changed a cup of tea, put it in Lan Xichen's hand, and said, "Mr. Zewu, don't worry too much."

He never called suzerain when he was carrying people behind his back.Lan Xichen didn't think he was disobedient, and said in a deep voice, "Sizhui, this night hunting, the Qinghe Nie family took the lead again, but my Lan family injured several capable disciples."

Lan Sizhui said: "The last time we got a report that someone from Medog secretly entered Qinghe. The Medog Tantric Sect has never entered the Central Plains, and Mr. Zewu must pay attention to this matter."

Medog Tantric is famous all over the world for its illusions and secret medicines.There are also six goddesses, each with the power of the six senses of "sight, touch, hearing, smell, taste, and heart".This divine power protects Tantric sect from everlasting prosperity. The price is that the goddess will not be emotional all her life, but she will be reincarnated after she dies alone. It is also a miracle that she will be found among the newborn baby girls within a radius of a hundred miles within three days.

"You're talking about..." Lan Xichen pondered for a moment, and then said, "Since eldest brother left, the Nie family's popularity has plummeted. The things that happened these few times may just be Huai Sang's efforts to turn the tide back."

He knew what Sizhui meant, but because of Nie Mingjue, he always had a complicated attitude towards the Nie family.

Lan Sizhui smiled, and didn't refute Ze Wu-jun's words, but just pondered: No matter what, I will always keep you standing clean in the world, and prevent the blood of the screw-up from splashing on you again.

He has had a vague love for the eldest son of the Lan family since he was young Ai. Over the years, he felt ashamed and regretted many times after the night dream, and wanted to get out, but every time that handsome and elegant man looked back, Then he fell helplessly into that warm smile like a spring breeze, and went straight into the endless hell, beyond redemption.

Sizhui felt hot on his face, afraid of showing traces, so he got up, stood behind Lan Xichen, put his hands on his shoulders and began to knead.

The long and slender fingers accustomed to holding swords are flexible and strong. The scorching body temperature of the young man passes through the thin calluses in the palm, through the shiny black hair and the streamer wiping his forehead, rubbing against the soft cloth, and pressing against the skin that makes him dream about On Yubai's shoulder and neck.

The sore and tired muscles relax, and the wafting tea fragrance makes people sleepy.Lan Xichen felt his eyelids feel heavy, closed his eyes and said softly, "Sizhui, you are so good at everything! But I told you that you don't have to, nor should you do these things."

His black eyelashes are long and straight, trembling, like the wings of a newborn baby bird, which makes Lan Yuan's heart feel numb and itchy.

Lan SiZhui replied: "You spend so much time thinking about it day and night, and you don't have anyone to serve you, what's the matter? Mister also told me that if he can have a little patriarch in the past two years, he will die in peace." Resisting the slight sourness in his chest, he forced a smile and said, "The Nie family said that they would send Miss San to study in Yunshen in person today. I'm afraid it's already here. If I marry the Nie family, yes, also..." After a couple of pauses, he finally couldn't continue.

Lan Xichen was taken aback, then sighed, "What was the result of the marriage between the old Suzerain Jiang and the Yu family? This matter cannot be forced, and as for the heirs, it cannot be forced. If there is any eventuality in the future...you will die for me , that’s all.”

Although the person who said this was unintentional, but the listener meant it, Si Zhui felt extremely sad, his hands trembled, and his voice became hoarse: "What are you talking about, in case, in case something happens, even if I am not good enough, At least there is still this physical body that can stand in front of you."

After finishing speaking, he plucked up the courage to add: "Just like Hanguang-jun and Senior Wei!"

Lan Xichen was silent for a moment, then patted his hand and said, "What a child! Wei Ying and Wangji...how can they be compared to them? No matter how powerful you are, an uncle should protect you."

After hearing this, Lan Sizui turned around, looked down at his handsome face, and summoned up his courage, "What uncle, we cultivators, if we only look at the appearance, we can't tell the age, go out If you say you are about the same age as me, no one will believe you."

Lan Xichen looked up at his clear black and white pupils, and there seemed to be two clusters of scorching flames beating eagerly inside.

It was not the first time he had seen Hao Huajun's expression like this, and it was not uncommon for him to tease his father and brother occasionally, but in the past, Lan Xichen only thought of him, or wishful thinking to convince himself that this was his admiration and respect for his father and brother. Intimacy, but today, he felt that it was difficult to deceive himself anymore, the vague feeling in his heart was like a seedling that was about to break through the ground stubbornly, and he couldn't suppress it.

In the past, Zewu Jun, who had never changed his face when Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, was a little flustered. He avoided SiZhui's intense gaze unnaturally, coughed softly and said, "Lan Yuan! Now I don't want you to say goodbye." You have to remember the rules of the old and young in your heart!"

Lan Sizhui was used to being disappointed, so he stood up straight, lowered his eyes, and said yes.

Lan Xichen hardened his heart: "You are grown up now, and it's time for you to start a family."

The topic turned abruptly, Lan Sizhui also noticed it, he felt a bitterness in his heart, took a step back, and said in a hoarse voice: "I don't want to marry a wife, I want to just serve Zewu-Jun for the rest of my life."

Lan Xichen shook his head and said, "How can I do that? Follow me all the time, what's the point?"

This was the first time he said such words clearly and persistently, Lan Sizhui tremblingly said: "Jun Zewu said just now that this kind of thing must not be forced, why are you forcing me now?"

Lan Xichen was taken aback by this sudden and illogical Bo blame, and couldn't laugh or cry: "Why did I ever force you?"

Lan Sizhui stubbornly said: "It's fine if I don't have one." Then he said in a low voice: "You can't chase me away even if you chase me away!"

The two of them were relatively speechless, and a strange atmosphere of ambiguity and embarrassment rose in the air.The aggressive masculine scent unique to young people and the wafting tea fragrance are mixed together, making it difficult to distinguish.Lan Xichen suddenly felt irritated for no reason. He seemed to realize for the first time that this soft child in front of him was no longer the soft child he picked up from the rabbit pile back then, but a real man who was almost as tall as himself.

Lan Xichen stood up suddenly, but couldn't think of what to do, so he waved his hands and said, "Go ahead."See if Miss Nie San is here.

After Lan Sizhui quit angrily, he sat down slumped, his mind was in chaos, some were offended and angry, some were flustered when order was broken, and some were inexplicably numb and swollen, bumping around in his chest, wanting to Looking for it, but couldn't find an exit.