[Demon Master Wang Envy colleagues] Flowers are like snow

Two extra episodes, two endings, have been marked on the title, each takes what it needs.

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"Pry open the mouth, pour it in for me too."

"Sir, breath, breath is gone again."

"What are you panicking about, continue."

"Pulse, pulse, first, sir, I can't detect it..."

"Get up, SiZhui, come on, don't let go, smash out all the clogged blood for me."

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Day and night, there was continuous war and turmoil, and it was on the verge of extinction several times, but there always seemed to be such an invisible thread that was pulling, continuing, and not completely broken.It wasn't until ten days later that it gradually calmed down, showing some signs of improvement.

During this trip, Hanguang-Jun was in a coma for more than half a year.On the day of waking up, the whole Yunshen I don't know is more joyful than New Year's Day.After lying down for another month, barely able to get up, the man no longer stayed on the bed.

First, work and rest regularly in the quiet room, and wait until the action is normal, then greet you every day and listen to the training.

In another month, teaching and night hunting resumed.

Hanguang-jun looks no different from before.Still unsmiling, rejecting people thousands of miles away, still coming out in every chaos, never slack.It's just that there is only a slight change that is inconspicuous, that is, Xiu Niang sewed pockets close to the heart in all the underwear.Put the blood-stained spirit lock bag on the tip of my heart no matter when and where.

No one dared to mention that name in front of Lan Wangji. Lan Xichen tried twice, but as soon as the words came back to his mouth, he was turned away lightly.So, everyone stood next to each other anxiously, and they endured it for three years without knowing it.During this period, Qingqin-jun checked several times through follow-up visits, but did not find any clues of Hanguang-jun's memory loss.

Until another full moon night that was nothing special in the eyes of others.Hanguang-jun, who had not been on night duty for a long time, unexpectedly stood on the high wall, blocking a dozen or so children from aristocratic families who had been studying in Yunshen for another year and intending to go down the mountain, all trembling in fright, kneeling beg for mercy.

"It's true that one generation is not as good as the next generation. Even if it's impossible to have that courage, how can you be so frightened?" Lan Wangji shook his head in a daze, and left alone, forgetting to punish him.

Back in the quiet room, but no matter what, he couldn't calm down.Unexpectedly, he opened the secret compartment, took out a pot of emperor and laughed.

Lan Wangji put the spirit-locking pouch and the wine jar side by side in front of him, and called out the Wangji Qin that hadn't been moved for several years. For more than 1000 days and nights, he almost never wanted to pluck the strings and ask if the baby was there.

But he dared not.

Before the ten-year agreement came, the man said it, and he believed it.So, don't play, don't ask.

If he asks, there is no response, and he loses his thoughts, then he can't wait for a moment.

After hesitating for a while, he finally put away the piano again.Lan Wangji put the kit back into his heart, poured himself a small cup of Tianzixiao, and poured it down with his head raised.Then he collapsed, closed his eyes, and folded his hands on his heart.

"Wei Ying, can you sleep in your dreams tonight? I miss you so much, ten years is too long, I'm afraid I can't wait..."

In the middle of the night, Lan Wangji got up in a daze, not knowing where he was.

Subconsciously, he took out the spirit lock pouch attached to the apex of his heart, and placed it squarely on the sandalwood desk.He took out the Wangjiqin and put it on his knees, his pale eyes seemed sober and confused, and there was only one voice in his heart that kept urging: "I want Wei Ying, I want Wei Ying."

Lan Wangji stared intently at the kit opposite him, without hesitation in his daze, he raised his hands and dropped his voice.

"Is the baby here?"

Almost at the same time that the sound of Lan Wangji's zither stopped, the spirit lock pouch suddenly flashed in front of him, and then, the strings of the Wangji zither danced wildly like a demon, crackling, hissing and competing for a long while without stopping.

Lan Wangji woke up in an instant, his heart trembled as if it was going to burst out of his throat, cold sweat and hot tears intertwined in an instant unconsciously.

The sound of the piano suddenly stopped.

Lan Wangji's fingertips trembled, and he could hardly hold the string.He tried to calm himself down, took a deep breath, and barely plucked the strings, the same sentence: "Is the baby here?"

Calm, quiet, solemn, Lan Wangji's heart sank, his pulse was chaotic and painful, as he pressed his hand to his heart, sweat dripped from his forehead.

The spirit-locking pouch flicked suddenly, and it suddenly lit up, followed by another sound from the Wangjiqin.

This time, Lan Wangji saw and heard clearly.

"Lan Zhan, it's me, it's me, I'm here, what's wrong with you? Where does it hurt?"

Lan Wangji was ecstatic, weeping with joy, stretched out his hand to hold the spirit lock bag in front of his eyes, held the piano with one hand, and replied, "I'm fine, I'm fine, Wei Ying, you, when did you wake up?"

Ding ding clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang mode, the Wangjiqin unexpectedly stopped after ringing for half a stick of incense.Like pouring beans in a bamboo tube, it saves breathing.

Lan Wangji hesitated slightly, recalling syllable by syllable in his mind.After all, although Wenling is the Lan family's unique secret technique, it is also the result of years of experience.Since he was a ghost, he was so gloomy that he didn't meet a few people who spoke kindly, and under Lan Wangji's power and influence, there were not many people who dared to speak up.Therefore, even if Hanguang-jun, who is unrivaled in Lingqin language in the world, encounters the noisy soul body of his Taoist companion, he will taste it again and again, and then he will know what it means.

That person was just like an open gate, a wild horse running wild, and he couldn't wait to say: "I am here, I have always been here. I just said, Mo Xuanyu can leave a remnant soul. I am so attached to the world, I can't bear to part with you, I feel so distressed that I'm going crazy, how can I not keep you. Lan Zhan, you scared me to death, you know? I watched your brother carry you back, Qing Qinjun was so angry that his beard was smoking, I saw it all. Yes Oh, what's the matter with you, didn't you tell you to wait for me? You pretend to be a person during the day, you don't sleep at night, and you don't eat well. You are going to piss me off. No, I'm dead. I watch it every day So, you don’t ask me. If you don’t ask, I can’t talk. I’m going to suffocate to death, not to die, but to be so anxious that I’m about to die.”

Lan Wangji suddenly heard the man's blunt words again, it burned his heart, and he forgot to answer for a moment.

After being stunned for a moment, he came back to his senses, and quickly replied: "I'm sorry, I don't know. I, I miss you too." After being infected by this person, Han Guang-jun did not want to be reserved at all.

The spirit lock sac flickered in Lan Wangji's palm, as if the man was blinking his bright eyes.

"Lan Zhan, you have to keep talking to me. My soul power is too weak. If you don't take the initiative to ask, there is no way for me to answer. I have a lot of things I want to tell you. In fact, I say it every day, every hour. I said it all the time, but you couldn't hear it. I thought you really had to wait ten years. Fortunately, fortunately, you were drunk tonight. By the way, why are you drinking? Don't you know how much you can drink? If you are drunk What should I do if I fell, fell, or got hurt? You really don’t let me worry. Those emperor’s smiles are all mine, and I’m not allowed to move until I come back, remember?”

"Well, remember. Wei Ying, when will you return?"

"Don't ask, just play a note, just give me an entrance. Listen to me first, I've been suffocating for several years. If the ghost had breath, it would have suffocated me thousands of times. Lan Zhan, you Why don't you ask Ling, if you asked earlier, you would have known that I was there, and the injury would have healed faster. Why make me worry, my heart hurts to death."

"I, I dare not."

"Don't dare? Why? Wait, I see. Are you afraid that I'm tricking you? Lan Zhan, you're so smart. In fact, before I die, I really don't know if I can leave some remnants of my soul. I'm afraid You are stubborn and disobedient. Fortunately, I succeeded."

"Why ten years?"

"I don't know either. If I could stay at that time, I would have stayed. I am familiar with the method of nourishing the remnant soul. Ten or eight years is enough. I don't know if it was you who kept me close to my heart every day. I have plenty of energy, and now I feel that I can return to my body in five years at the most. But if I didn’t stay at that time, it’s fine. Let’s say a little longer, ten years later, maybe..."

The strings stopped suddenly, and the sound was muted unexpectedly. Wei Wuxian knew that he had said something wrong.

After a while of silence, Lan Wangji couldn't bear it, and dialed: "It's okay, it's all over."

"Lan Zhan, I know you will never forget, let alone ten years, even if it is a hundred years or a thousand years, you will never forget it. But, I can't bear it, I can't bear it, I haven't seen enough of this world of mortals, you have to watch it for me .”

"Well. Let's watch together when you come back."

"Lan Zhan, I'm sorry."

"Wei Ying, I like you."

"Me too."

After several days of sleepless nights and not going out, Hanguang-jun couldn't bear to look away for a moment, and finally he was forced to rest by the one who stayed in the kit.

From then on, in order not to spoil his ancestors, Hanguang-jun set a daily routine of waking up and sleeping together.During the day, I asked the spirit every half an hour.That's enough chatter, let's take care of ourselves.

A few months later, in order to satisfy the restless person, no, the restless soul, Yun Shen added another scene.Wherever Hanguang-jun goes, he always carries his piano with him.First find a high ground with a wide view, and place the spirit lock bag so that the person can see all directions and hear all directions.Afterwards, put the Wangjiqin at hand and talk to each other anytime, anywhere.

It's all right in Yunshen, but he is extremely restless, and after a few days, he proposes to follow the night hunting, and Hanguang-jun pampers him.Therefore, in the night hunting that disciples of the Lan family participated in, after a while, people would be sent back to Lord Hanguang to play a few times on the Wangji Qin.After getting a call, I hurriedly conveyed it.Every now and then, he suddenly sees the truth, hits the nail on the head, and kills the move, which is very useful.

Therefore, soon, there were rumors in the world: Mr. Hanguang of the Lan family lost his Taoist companion, and he became ill with longing, so that he lost his voice, and needed the piano language to communicate with his disciples.I don't know how to feel if someone understands the language of Qin.

"Senior Wei, Senior Wei, the fire talisman you taught us before the night hunt last time is very useful. Today's white bear has rough skin and thick flesh. I didn't expect it to burn like this."

"Why did you come here to ask questions? Are all of your wings stiff? Who told you to burn it, Jingyi? Pull him over here. Such a fine white bear skin has no stray hairs at all. How rare do you know? I know. Peel it off and make a big cloak for Lan Zhan, how warm it is. You actually burned it for me, you gangsters, you are so mad at me, so mad at me, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Give that boy Jingyi a slap on the head."

Lan Jingyi: ...Why me again?

It's night, before going to bed, the soul in the bag is still not relieved.

Since the formation of the soul body, I have accumulated energy every day, and I can always save a lot of time at night, and I can make a sound without using the piano language.So, the hour of the day has passed, and the man is still chattering: "Lan Zhan, you should be soft-hearted, that is a hit or a touch. Habit is like murder, you know. These bastards are used to it since childhood. Living a hard life, such a good thing, it’s a waste of money.”

With infinite tenderness in Lan Wangji's eyes, he gently stroked the small pocket on his chest that kept flashing, couldn't help laughing, and said softly: "I blamed me this time, I didn't watch it. It won't happen next time, don't worry."

"Hmph, relying on the wealth of the family, you can just pamper them, even the gold and silver mountains can be wiped out."

"It's not easy to lose."

"Hmph, wait until I come out and see if I don't pick them up one by one and knock them on the head. Hey, Lan Zhan, do you think I'm back happily? I've always been sleepy lately. When I didn't have a soul body before, I didn't have these troubles. "

"Well, soon. Let nature take its course, don't worry."

"Can you not be in a hurry, I can't eat every day, I'm so hungry."

"What do you want to eat?"

"Of course, yes, eat you. Hahaha."

"……it is good."

"What's so good, I can't eat, hmph. Don't talk, don't talk, Lan Zhan, I'm sleepy, you go to bed too. Don't call me tomorrow morning, I will sleep until noon."

"Well, good boy, go to sleep."

In the middle of the night, Lan Wangji was suddenly crushed by a heavy object that fell suddenly, making it difficult to breathe.Opening his eyes, under the light of the moon, a dazed, handsome face suddenly came into view and plunged into his heart.It is still the first appearance at the age of 15, bright and unrestrained, rich and handsome.

Lan Wangji was also dazed, closed his eyes and opened them again, and repeated several times, it was still the same person, the heavy oppressive feeling was still there, it wasn't a dream.

When he was about to speak, the person who came back to his senses first bent over and blocked him tightly.

"No, no, no, Lan Zhan, no, first, don't talk, let me kiss for a while. No, no, no. I, I miss you so much. I, I don't have much experience, I have been unfamiliar with it for the past few years, and I have almost forgotten it. Quick, teach me quickly."

"Ah."

"Nuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu. , take it easy, Lan Zhan, second brother, good husband, let's talk first, take a break. Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, let's talk first."

"No, kiss first."

"No no no no no no no no no."