[Magic Dao Patriarch] Acacia

If it wasn't for the letter from Yuyang.I don't know how long it will take for the head of the Lan family to struggle and toss and turn.

It was a spring afternoon, and the whole of Gusu was dyed with shades of green. The singing of flying flowers and warblers stirred people's hearts, itching to find a place to go.In the warm sunshine, the mist in the deep clouds has lightened a lot, and there is vitality everywhere, only the cold room is still surrounded by some unique coolness in late winter.

Feige brought bad news out of season: because of the border with Qinghe, the forces of the Lan family in Yuyang had some quarrels with the Nie family the day before yesterday, and Lord Haohua, who was in charge of Yuyang affairs, went to the Nie family of Qinghe alone However, the Nie family did not know how to detain him, but at the same time, they sent a message to the Lan family, inviting Xichen, the patriarch of the Lan family, to the Nie family's talk meeting.

The three golden and brown characters "Minghong Hall" hanging on the main hall of the Nie family are still majestic, the furnishings in the hall are the same as before, and Nie Huaisang still treats him like an elder brother, but everyone knows that there are some things that will never be seen again. Can not go back.

"Huai Sang." Mr. Zewu took his seat and watched the servant serve tea, without touching his lips, he just said indifferently: "You have grown so much now, and the Nie family is prospering day by day. Big brother must be very pleased to know."

"No, no, I... have been taken care of by Brother Xichen this year. Huai Sang knows it in his heart." Nie Huai Sang clasped his hands together, and the ferocious animal head embroidered on his chest was blocked by his sleeves.

His speech and words are still humble and docile, but as he gets older, most of his original shrinking attitude has lost, and he looks a bit like a master.

Lan Xichen didn't want to play charades with him anymore, so he said directly, "I came here alone to show my sincerity. Huai Sang, if you have any plans, you can tell them directly."

Nie HuaiSang stopped talking for a long time, before he said: "The people below are just small problems, I beg you for another matter - my sister Chengluan went to study at Lan's house a few months ago, and later she disappeared. No, she left from Gusu after all, please brother for help, Huai Sang is very grateful!"

Hearing him mention Nie Chengluan, Lan Xichen frowned, and said after a while, "Miss Nie San ran away from home because of Goddess Motuo, you don't know?"

"No..." Nie Huaisang habitually wanted to ask questions, but changed his tone after thinking about it. I've gone, now I only have this one biological sister, and now I'm thinking about it, she can do whatever she likes, as long as she comes home, everything is easy to talk about. On the side of Motuo, my Nie family will naturally support her.

Nie Huaisang previously acquiesced that his sister ran away from home in order to make false claims with the Motuo Tantric School, but he has been on the sidelines, and only recently has he made up his mind to use the power of the whole Nie family to protect Baiwuma.It is true that he feels sorry for his sister, but there are other reasons: one is that this matter cannot be covered in paper, and the marriage between the sister and other clans will definitely not succeed; the other is that he just learned the day before yesterday that the goddess who inherited the illusion Not only has the ability to penetrate people's hearts, but also has the ability to soothe people's hearts. It happens to be the nemesis of his Nie family's sword spirit and murderous aura. , The risk of exploding and dying, it's like a living baby falling from the sky.The only problem a few days ago was that the nights were long and the dreams were many, so it was necessary to quickly and secretly get the two of them back.

Lan Xichen smiled understandingly, and said, "Since that's the case, Third Miss Nie will return to Qinghe soon. I only hope that the Nie family will keep their promise and guarantee Bai Wuma's safety and freedom."

Nie HuaiSang repeated, "This is definitely, definitely."

Lan Xichen nodded, "Since the dust has settled, it's useless for Lan to stay here, please let him out and follow me back."

"...This..." Nie Huaisang hesitated, "Mr. Hao Hua is a guest at my Nie's house, no one dares to treat you slowly, and it will not be too late to think about it after my sister and Wu Ma come back..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard the sound of the teacup being slammed heavily on the table, and when he looked up, Lan Xichen's expression was already extremely ugly.

"Sect Master Nie, do you not believe my Lan family's promise, or..." The voice of the Lan family's suzerain suddenly became cold, "Don't you believe that I can take people away?"

Nie Huaisang also looked unhappy, and muttered, "I didn't mean to take Mr. Haohua as a hostage..."

Lan Xichen endured it for a long time, but he didn't want to listen any more. He sneered, waved the sleeve of the cloud-pattern robe, and the cracked ice was already in his hand. A jade-white light shot up into the sky, illuminating the entire Minghong Hall with incomparable brilliance. In the center of the center, a frightening chill enveloped the body of that exile-like person.

Nie Huaisang didn't believe that Mr. Zewu, who has always been gentle and forbearing, would act rashly regardless of his status, but even if he did, he would not be able to cause much trouble by himself, so he raised his voice and said, "Sect Master Lan, I respect you, but I respect you. It doesn't help, I'm not the only one in the Nie family."

As soon as he clapped his hands, more than a dozen disciples of the Nie family poured into the doorway. These people were wearing dark animal head pattern clothes, holding long knives, and their spirits surrounded their bodies.These disciples are all the elites secretly cultivated by the Nie family. In recent years, they have always won the first place in the night hunting competitions of various clans.

Lan Xichen didn't even look at it, he closed his eyes and raised his hands, his lips parted slightly, and suddenly the ethereal and clear sound of the flute pierced the sky. At the same time, there was a crackling sound from the long knives in the hands of the Nie family hanging in the Minghong Hall - the sound of the flute actually destroyed all the knives in the hall in an instant.

Nie HuaiSang took a few steps back to stabilize his figure. He felt a tightness in his chest, a sweetness in his throat, and a gust of blood almost spewed out.And the group of disciples was forced to have a splitting headache by the powerful coercion, and knelt down on the ground.

Lan Xichen stopped the sound of the flute, and said with a sneer, "Since I came here today, I am sure to take him away. Can Sect Master Nie think clearly?"

He stood in the middle of the majestic main hall, his ink-like hair fluttered and danced in the air currents, his always gentle and elegant face was stern and stern, if he didn't look at those deep pupils, Nie Huaisang would almost think that the person standing here was Lan Wangji's expression changed when the children from the various families talked about it.

Nie Huaisang hadn't seen the Patriarch of the Lan family make a move for many years. He never thought that his cultivation had improved to an unfathomable level. At that moment, a chill fell from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet, and goose bumps all over his body.

His chest was pounding violently in his heart, he gasped for several breaths before he stabilized his voice, forced a wry smile and said, "No, that's not what I meant. Well, how dare I offend brother Xichen? If I intend to offend you, if my brother is still alive, I won't." To beat me to death."

Hearing that his words slowed down, and he mentioned Nie Mingjue again with trepidation, Lan Xichen closed his eyes, the light above the cracked ice restrained.Nie Huaisang gritted his trembling teeth and said, "Yeah, with Mr. Haohua's ability, how can I, how can I trap him? He, he is willing to come to my Nie's house. Here I eat, drink, and entertain him." , he, he just doesn't want to leave."

Lan Xichen snorted coldly: "How is that possible?" However, the next moment his heart skipped a beat, knowing that this was very possible——Lan Sizhui wanted nothing for him, and suffered so much pain, since he left before he retreated, he already thought Dejected.His surname was not Lan in the first place, he was not a child of the Lan family, maybe he really wanted to leave the Lan family - the more he thought about it, the more afraid he became, and he couldn't help but said anxiously: "You quickly let him come to see me!"

Nie Huaisang couldn't get what he wanted, so he hurriedly turned around and led the Nie family children away from the main hall.

In less than half a cup of tea, the door of Hongming Hall creaked, and amidst the flying hustle and bustle, Lan Sizhui's tall figure came into Lan Xichen's eyes against the light.

The young man is now wearing an elegant green robe embroidered with bamboo branches, instead of the white school uniform of the Lan family.Looking at this long-lost figure, Lan Xichen felt a mass of depression in his chest, and he couldn't utter a single word after a thousand turns.

Lan Sizhui stepped forward slowly, saluted deeply, and said, "Sect Master, how have you been?"

"You..." Lan Xichen pointed at him with cracked ice, and said in a trembling voice, "Lan Yuan! You took off the clothes of the Lan family and haven't returned for many days. Do you really want to stay in the Nie family?"

Lan Sizhui lowered his head, and said after a while: "Even if I have the cheek to stay in Lan's house, I will only hinder the eyes of the suzerain. After thinking for a long time, I finally figured it out. If I go far away, I can It's good to make you feel better..."

He spoke one sentence after another, obviously indifferent and alienated, Lan Xichen felt dizzy for a while, his body had been weakened for a long time, and he was really angry just now, and now he was so angry that he couldn't stand up immediately, he staggered and almost couldn't stand. He was about to faint—but in the next moment, his body was embraced by a firm arm.The embrace is warm and generous, lingering with the familiar light fragrance of pine wood.

"What's wrong with you?" Lan Sizhui seemed to have been torn off his cold and hard disguise, his voice was full of anxiety and pain: "Why have you lost so much weight? Have you been in poor health recently?"

He helped Ze Wujun to sit on the large rosewood chair, and he stood aside, holding his hand, and poured in the true energy continuously.

Lan Xichen only felt that the heat in Lan Sizhui's hands was astonishingly hot, his cheeks were flushed red, he closed his eyes, and refused to speak, but two tears had already slipped down quietly.

"Ah?! Is it hard?" Lan Sizhui was terrified, and took back his anger, "What's wrong? Just bear with me, I'll find a healer."

However, the next second his wrist was grabbed by Lan Xichen, "No...no..." His voice was low and hoarse, "I'm not uncomfortable, you... don't go..."

Lan Sizhui was stunned, and after reacting for a few seconds, a light that had never been seen in his eyes suddenly appeared, and the gaze he looked at Lan Xichen was already full of chaos.

He knelt beside Lan Xichen on one knee, hugged his leg, and looked up at him full of expectation: "Jun Zewu, do you still want me?"

Lan Xichen stared at him for a long time, put his hand on the black hair on top of his head, stroked it jerky, and said with a long sigh, "How could it be... don't want you..."

Lan Sizhui's eyes were also red, he took out a white ribbon embroidered with cloud patterns from his pocket, and tied it around his increasingly thin wrist.Lan Xichen was startled, and pulled back his hand, but was grabbed vigorously in the next second.Lan Sizhui said firmly and with a hint of coquettishness: "If you want me, you have to have it! If you don't want it, you might as well just forget about me!"

After all, Lan Xichen still didn't hold back this stubborn young man, he looked at Lan's forehead, who was meticulously tied into a concentric knot on his wrist,

A little embarrassed and shy, he turned his head away. He never thought that he was no longer a teenager, and the fire in his heart could still burn so vigorously.

It was the first time Lan Sizhui saw his suzerain's expression like this, and he felt that it was pitiful and cute, which made his heart ache.He didn't know why he had such a desire to protect this senior person who was older than him. He just followed his own feeling, stood up, sat on the other side of the precious chair that was comparable to an Arhat's bed, and hugged Lan Xichen's shoulder gave him a firm hug.

The arm strength honed by Haohua-jun's years of handstand copying house rules should not be underestimated, this tight hug made Lan Xichen almost out of breath.

Lan Sizhui sensed the stiffness in his body, and comforted him softly: "Xichen, relax a bit. I won't do anything here. Be good, put your head on my shoulder and rest for a while, okay?"

Hearing that the young man he had watched coaxed him like a child, Lan Xichen was a little bit dumbfounded, but he gave up his resistance and leaned his head on the young man's shoulder.

This is the first time that the head of the Lan family has had a real skin-to-skin contact with a person in a waking state.The familiar pine scent mixed with the unique masculine scent of youth lingered in his nose, but this time he didn't feel invaded or offended, only endless peace of mind and satisfaction, as well as the great joy of regaining what was lost.

Give it a try.Just try it, it doesn't matter.Zewu-jun said softly in his heart.

Everyone in the world knows that Mr. Hanguang is as cold as ice, but they don't know that his heart is as passionate as fire and as firm as a rock.

Everyone in the world knows that Mr. Zewu is as warm as the sun, but they don't know that his heart is as calm as still water and as flexible as rush grass.

Contrary to his younger brother who was cold on the outside and hot on the inside, Lan Xichen was gentle and amiable, but rarely really emotional. As the head of the Lan family, he carried a heavy burden on his body and never dared to act recklessly.But this time, he wanted to be willful for himself and for this young man.

He even thought of a way out, if it really didn't work out, he would pass the position of Patriarch to Jing Yi, although the child was immature, he and Si Zhui would always support him.I will help if I forget something.

Give it a try.Just try it, it doesn't matter.Zewu-jun said softly in his heart.Try to believe again, live for yourself and him, bet this time, you can get real happiness!

He stood up, tentatively for the first time, and took the initiative to hold Lan Sizhui's hand—the warm hand immediately turned back, squeezing his cold and slippery palm tightly.

"Let's go, SiZhui." Lan XiChen raised his head, looking past Hao HuaJun's ear, where the milk swallows were whispering outside the window lattice, and the new leaves were green.The clear sky and haze in the distance are just a great spring, and Mr. Zewu feels that he is finally a part of this spring.