[Xiyao] How did you live a dream in the past

"Patriarch, Patriarch, you are well."

The elder's slightly anxious voice brought back Lan Xichen's thoughts, a few traces of inexplicable bewilderment flashed in his eyes, but then settled down in his eyes again.

With a smile on his face, he didn't show any panic, and said: "It's nothing, I have been confused recently, so I came to Zangshu Pavilion to have a look, maybe it will take a long time, you go to rest first, these messy books, I will Come clean up."

The tone was as warm and flat as ever, without any abnormality.

The elder in charge of Zangshu Pavilion bowed to Lan Xichen, and then withdrew. Before leaving, he closed the door of Zangshu Pavilion to isolate himself from the bitter cold wind outside.

The candle flames in the room flicked violently a few times, casting a dim light in the room, but the wind outside the window was blowing so hard that the light couldn't be soft.

Lan Xichen pressed his forehead, his expression finally revealed a bit of fatigue.

What's wrong with me, I lost my mind again...

For three years, he kept tearing open the never-healed wound in his memory, torturing his heart over and over again. He thought that this self-sacrifice would make him numb from the pain, but who knew, from the beginning to the end, he never Really peaceful.

A Yao, when did you leave such a deep imprint on Lan Xichen's heart, but Lan Xichen didn't realize it until now.

Sighing silently, Lan Xichen put back the family rules "Yazheng Collection" in his hand, squatted down, and began to tidy up the books he accidentally dropped on the floor.

Suddenly, his fingers froze, just frozen in mid-air.

Stretching out his hand slowly, he stroked away the slight layer of dust on the book, and the simple and powerful title of the book was revealed——

"History of String Killing War".

String Killing Technique is one of the secret skills of the Gusu Lan Clan. It was created and passed down by Lan Yi, the granddaughter of the founder Lan An and the third generation patriarch Lan Yi.Lan Yi is also the only female Patriarch of the Gusu Lan Clan. She repairs the qin. The qin has seven strings, which can be disassembled and put together immediately. In the next moment, she can cut bones and flesh like mud, becoming a deadly weapon in her hands.

Lanyi created the string killing technique to assassinate dissidents, so it was criticized. Gusu Lan's own evaluation of this suzerain was subtle, but it is undeniable that the string killing technique is also the most lethal among Gusu Lan's secret skills, far and near. A fighting tactic suitable for everyone.

And "History of String Killing War" tells the story of this legendary female patriarch.

"Even though people in the world have mixed opinions on Patriarch Lan Yi, she has left a strong mark in the history of Taoism. She really deserves to be called Gusu Lan Family..."

Whose voice rang in my ears again, so familiar, yet so distant and strange.

Lan Xichen remembered, that was the first time he and Ayao met.

At the age of sixteen or seventeen, Qishan Wen's family forced Gusu Lan's family to burn down the Immortal Mansion, and his father, Qingheng Jun, was seriously injured and died.

In order to preserve the precious ancient books, Lan Xichen had to flee with the scrolls.Most of the guests and disciples stayed behind to guard Lan's house, and there were only a few people around him.

Wen's said that he sent people to seek enlightenment, but in fact it was tantamount to chasing and killing him all the way. In the end, Lan Xichen was the only one left struggling to support him.

The night was dark and heavy, but it rained heavily again. Between lightning and thunder, Lan Xichen had to drag his seriously injured body and hastily hide somewhere in an unknown mountain range.

The many monks sent by the Wen family still followed behind unwillingly, with waves of stronger spiritual power moving through the night one after another.

Lan Xichen leaned back on a towering ancient tree, the cracked ice in his hands took away all the brilliance, but exuded a sense of chill.

The presence of the visitor was getting closer, Lan Xichen closed his eyes and held his breath.

Ten steps, five steps, three steps... Opening his eyes suddenly, the cracked ice immediately hit the neck of the person who came, and the thunder light reflected Lan Xichen's side face, and the face of the always gentle Zewu Jun was full of tears at this moment. cold.

After seeing the person in his hand clearly, Lan Xichen was stunned - this is not the Wen family.

Suddenly her life was hanging by a thread, Meng Yao was also stunned, but quickly reacted, lowered her voice, and said anxiously: "Mr. Zewu, I am not from the Wen family, they are about to catch up, follow me to a safe place Bar!"

In the blink of an eye, Lan Xichen had already made a decision, no matter whether this person was malicious or kind, the worst outcome would be to be caught by the Wen family, and if he went with him, there might still be a glimmer of life.

Without taking back the cracked ice, Lan Xichen said coldly: "You lead the way, I will follow you."

After running around for a long distance, the voice was extraordinarily hoarse.

Meng Yao didn't say much, took a deep breath, and led Lan Xichen towards a certain hidden cave.