Xianjun's stand-in ran away

Being carried on the back by Xue Ji, Wei Lan was a little drowsy. In one day, his emotions went up and down several times, and he exhausted all his energy to heal Jianmu. All these were about to drain his soul, leaving him All he needed was a warm back, and he almost passed out.

Exhaustion eroded Wei Lan's spirit, and when he heard Xue Ji's question, he didn't turn his mind for a while.

— What monk?Who wants to be a monk? ...Axue?

Going through that sentence again in her mind, Wei Lan belatedly realized what Xue Ji said, her heart suddenly beat violently despite his wishes.

Can he also... become a monk?

It would be a lie to say that Wei Lan had never been moved by the overwhelming power of a monk, especially since he followed Lu Mingsi, saw the limit of that power, and witnessed the possibilities it brought...

However, the special physique of the Wu tribe predestined them not being able to become monks.

This is reality, and it doesn't change for anyone's will.

A brief moment of greed flashed by, Wei Lan closed her eyes, calmed her beating heart, and gave her answer in a rhetorical manner: "After seeing such power, who wouldn't want it?"

Xueji smiled lightly, her lips parted slightly, her voice was light and thin, and she whispered seductively: "What if I say that I can change my brother's physique so that he can practice cultivation?"

This kind of thing... can be done?

Wei Lan's amber eyes were covered with a layer of confusion, and the wavering in his heart gave him a childlike fragility.

He looked at the sunset at the end of the sky, and was silent for a while, the mist in his eyes gradually settled, and he returned to the clear and bright look of the past. He wrapped one arm around Xueji's neck to stabilize his body, and raised the other arm, Gently patted him on the head.

"I don't believe that there are things in this world that you can get for nothing. If you want to get something, you must pay a corresponding price. Axue, what is the price?" His voice was calm and calm, and he was not lost by the sudden temptation.

Wei Lan has always known that there are some secrets hidden in Xue Ji, and these secrets will occasionally make him show mental and abnormal behaviors that do not conform to his experience, but he has already promised Xue Ji that he will believe him, and Wei Lan will persist in the end.

Xueji pursed her lower lip, turned her head, her purple eyes were covered with a layer of mist, ignorant and chaotic, her lips were half-opened, moist and shiny, almost a seductive gesture: "Brother, do you want to forget that guy, try Try to stay with me?"

"..." The corner of Wei Lan's mouth twitched, with a choked expression on her face.

What the hell kind of advice is this? !

Without hesitation, he clenched his palm into a fist, and with a third of his strength, he knocked on Xueji's head, pretending to be fierce and reprimanded him: "Don't talk stupid! If I'm with you for this reason, then Am I still human? Am I worthy of your trusting "brother"?"

He felt depressed, and after he punched him, he was still not relieved. Then he waved his fist and knocked Xueji on the head two or three times: "You little brat, what are you thinking about? Pour out the garbage in your head for me." clean..."

Xue Ji shrank his neck from his knock, the ignorance in his eyes faded away, his purple pupils returned to clarity, the coolness deep in his pupils gradually dissipated, gentleness once again regained his territory, and the corners of his lips pulled unconsciously. She made an arc of joy, lowered her eyelashes slightly, and put on a cute posture to let the man teach her a lesson.

Wei Lan even stretched out her hand and twisted his soft ear tip. The pain was mild enough, but it inexplicably ignited a kind of heat. Then he caught him again and bumped up, causing the man to cry out in surprise, and hugged his shoulder tightly.

"What are you doing! If you don't want to recite it, let me down!" Because of that shrill exclamation, Wei Lan felt a little ashamed, and couldn't help but blush.

"I didn't say I didn't want to recite it..." Xueji replied slowly, seeing that Wei Lan forgot to continue to teach him, and walked forward again, the arc of his lips was always curved, "I, I can just recite it like this." With my brother, I will walk for the rest of my life..."

Wei Lan shrank her fingertips when she heard this, and felt uncomfortable for a moment in her heart, and looked at Xue Ji's back with complicated eyes.

He stared at Xueji's determination for a long time, and then refused in the most gentle way he could imagine: "Brother is not a useless person, and I don't need you to carry it for a lifetime...Brother hopes that Axue will not have to carry it." Anyone's weight, live this life for yourself, that's enough."

Xue Ji's footsteps paused, and then he walked forward as if nothing had happened. Although he didn't say anything, the tenderness in his eyes almost turned into a lake, submerging the purple sea of ​​stars.

This is Wei Lan, his older brother.

Even if he was hurt once, even if he knew that he was hiding something, he would still put his sincere heart in front of others again.

Lu Mingsi...how could he be worthy of such a good brother?

Thinking of the break that happened on the dividing line, Xue Ji squinted his eyes, and there was a gleam of joy in his voice: "Today is a good day worth celebrating. Let's go to Grandpa Wu Chen's house for dinner later, shall we? Xiao Yuan Xiang will be very happy to see her brother."

Wu Yuanxiang...

The miserable scene under the bloody moon flashed before Wei Lan's eyes again, but this time, he thought of Wu Yuanxiang and other clansmen whose fate had been changed, and a bud of courage suddenly sprouted from the bottom of his heart that had been buried by despair and pain.

Since the fate of Wu Yuanxiang and the others can be changed, the fate of the sacred tree... can also be changed.

He will find a way.

"Okay." Wei Lan responded softly, and the overlapping figures gradually drifted away in the setting sun.

After returning to the village, Wei Lan calmly took Xue Ji to Mr. Wu Chen's house for another meal due to some kind of laziness that she couldn't tell.

Wu Chen's family welcomed them very much, and once again served freshly picked snow dew tea. While drinking tea with Wei Lan, the old man chatted with him about the daily gossip that happened in the village within a month, who and who So-and-so made a private decision for life, so-and-so went out from home independently, and built a house for himself. His son and daughter-in-law would add a few words from time to time, smiling and watching Wu Yuanxiang who was playing with Xueji.

It wasn't until the end of the moon, when Miss Yuanxiang was about to go to bed, that the two left Wu Chen's house and set foot on the way home.

The night was getting dark, the silver crescent moon was hanging in the night sky, and countless stars were twinkling, which seemed to be very close to the ground, as if they could be touched by reaching out.

Looking at the bright moon in the sky and the lit candles in the high stilted towers on both sides, the hostility that had been hiding in Wei Lan's heart, which made him very uncomfortable, suddenly calmed down for a moment.

Only then did he feel that he and Lu Mingsi were really over. From then on, he could do whatever he wanted... After Jianmu's problem was solved, he could Embark on a journey alone, to see the world, to complete the pursuit engraved in his soul.

This was his original quest.

Only this time, he no longer pinned his hopes on others.

Thinking about the future brought a smile on Wei Lan's face unconsciously, but Xue Ji's coquettish words suddenly pulled him back from his alone world: "Brother, don't sleep on the floor tonight~ The position on the bed It's big enough to sleep in."

Wei Lan rolled her eyelids, and became a reliable patriarch again, unmoved: "Don't talk about it."

Xue Ji didn't dare to refute, so she could only curl her lips aggrievedly: "Do you despise me..."

Wei Lan glanced at him with a clear smile: "It's no use acting like a baby."

Xueji didn't want to give up just like that, and pestered him to grind, but the rules set by Wei Lan were not so easy to break.

The two went back home arguing all the way, and after staying for one night, they rode the spirit deer back to Jianmu again the next day. This time, Wei Lan and Xue Ji entered the hollow interior of Jianmu.

Going up the spiral staircase, he soon reached the fork where Jianmu was damaged. As expected, Wei Lan saw Wu Qi standing beside the broken mark and staring down.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Wu Qi picked up his cane, retracted his right hand attached to Jianmu, turned around, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened because of his smile: "Lan Lan, the cracking of Jianmu...stopped."

Wei Lan's pupils trembled, and she walked quickly to the side of the crack, using her own eyes and perception to verify this point.

——The cracking of Jianmu has really stopped...

Is it because of his strength?

In order to get a confirmed answer, Wei Lan pressed her forehead against the tree wall again, and soon connected with Jianmu's huge consciousness, and got a positive answer from it.

An involuntary smile surfaced on her face, Wei Lan opened her eyes, and the somewhat dim amber pupils ignited a bright light again, and the heavy burden in her heart was finally relieved a little.

This is good news, since Jianmu will be affected by his power, as long as he is willing to give enough time, one day, this rift can be healed again.

He wants to make up for his mistakes.

In front of the dividing line of the Wu clan's territory, Lu Mingsi stood stiff for the whole night. When Dongfang showed his first white, he seemed to be awakened from a deep sleep. His drooping eyelids trembled, and his body moved stiffly.

He dragged his heavy body, step by step, and walked back to the tree hole where he had rested on his legs, as if he had forgotten that he had the power to fly into the sky and escape from the ground.

In just one day and night, before any changes had occurred in the tree hole, the water mirror made of corundum was buckled on the ground. Beside the water mirror was a pair of little people holding hands. The little people had blurred faces and were looking at the only Entrance.

Lu Mingsi seemed to be stabbed by a non-existent gaze. He walked forward slowly, squatted on the ground, and separated the pair of small figures holding hands. The moment it landed on the ground, it was turned into a pile of sawdust by an invisible force. When the wind blew, it spread on the ground, and there were no traces of its existence.

At the same time, grabbing the right hand of the villain with fine beads in his hair, he put it down and picked it up in mid-air, picked it up and put it down again, hesitated for a long time, Lu Mingsi was finally unwilling to destroy the villain Asi , Destroy the villain Wei Lan.

... He is no longer worthy of holding his hand.

But how could he let go of such extravagant hopes?

Lu Mingsi held the little wooden figure tightly in his hands, pressed it to his chest, and sat on the only stool in the tree house in a daze. He turned his head and looked outside, and saw the plants that represented the heaven that silently refused. Wu Mu's eyes were red again.

He held the little wooden figure so hard and so carefully, as if he was holding a treasure on the tip of his heart, afraid that the little figure would be crushed if he was too strong, and would fall from his hands if he was weak.

Lu Mingsi never imagined that one day he would be so at a loss for such a casually carved gadget.

He didn't forget Bai Xia's reminder, and he didn't forget the ominous gray-black scar over southern Xinjiang, but the cruel truth was torn apart too quickly, and before he had time to tell Wei Lan anything, he had completely lost it. his trust.

At that time, no matter what he said to Wei Lan, he wouldn't believe it, would he?

Lu Mingsi lifted the wooden figurine, looked at him, and smiled bitterly.

He stared at the little wooden figure, his dark eyes were full of emotions, remorse and pain boiled into a pot of hot soup pouring into his heart, which made him uncomfortable, and an inexplicable force burst from the bottom of his heart, blurring his emotions. The line of sight made the small wooden figure turn into the familiar figure in front of his eyes.

He had a bright and gorgeous face with deep outlines, and black hair with colorful knots. He knelt down in front of him obediently, looking at him with a pair of amber eyes full of fiery love, and deep-seated love. gentle.

His voice is ethereal and melodious, like a lark: "Ah Si."

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The author has something to say:

The heart demon robbery has begun to show its power:-D