[The Patriarch of Demon Dao Chen Qingling and colleagues] Yun Shen Qu Jing

16 years later, Dafan Mountain.

"Master Jin Ling! Send out the signal on your body!"

On Dafan Mountain, a group of night-hunting monks were chased by the soul-eating goddess, and Jin Ling, who hadn't been seen before, suddenly appeared and shot several arrows, but it was obviously to no avail.Lan Sizhui and the others had already used up all their signal fireworks, and finally came across a person who might still have a signal, so of course they hoped to ask for help through him.But Jin Ling insisted on going his own way, wanting to take down the soul-eating goddess by himself.

Wei WuXian, who was at the side, saw that the situation was not good, and was about to pull out Lan Sizhui's saber and chop a bamboo flute for use, when he heard a burst of noisy and earnest sounds coming from far and near, the voice was sometimes high-pitched, sometimes sad and angry, Sometimes it was like sharp weapons hitting each other, and finally they all turned into shapeless sharp blades, attacking the soul-eating goddess one after another, forcing the goddess to retreat again and again.

Wei Wuxian heard that it was the sound of a pipa, and the person who came to help must be a music repairman.Among the people Wei Wuxian knew in his previous life, there was a person who played the pipa, but at this time, the skill of the pipa was not as good as that of the person he knew.So, it's not enough, the man who plays the pipa can't completely defeat the goddess in front of him.

Therefore, he made a flute with three cuts and two cuts, and played it.

When the pipa player heard the sound of the flute, he was startled for a moment, then changed from attack to defense, and changed the tune he played.The new music wove into a net, protecting many people inside, but the area covered by the net was not large, and there were quite a few monks who were left out, one of which was Jin Ling.

"Young Master Jin, come in!" Lan Sizhui shouted at Jin Ling.

Jin Ling was less than two feet away from the soul-eating goddess, but he was unmoved by Lan Sizhui's shout, and instead drew out his sword to meet her.

"Young Master Jin!"

"What do you tell him to do? Let him show off." Lan Jingyi at the side said to Lan Sizhui.

"But……"

At this moment, a third sound joined in. It was a sound similar to iron chains hitting each other, tinkling, and getting closer. This sound overwhelmed the flute and pipa, giving people a There was such an ominous feeling that even the soul-eating goddess stopped her movements, waiting for something behind the voice to appear.

The sound of the flute stopped, and only the sound of the pipa and the iron chain continued.

"It's 'Ghost General'! It's 'Ghost General' Wen Ning!" A monk recognized the murderous corpse that appeared with the iron chain and screamed.

When Jin Ling heard someone calling this murderous corpse, he subconsciously turned his head to look.

But the soul-eating celestial girl was still staring at it, seeing that the fresh flesh was approaching, so naturally she would not let it go, so the celestial girl stretched out her arm to catch Jin Ling.At the very moment, a purple figure rushed out and stabbed the celestial girl's arm with a sword, blocking her blow.

The flute sounded again, and the ghost general seemed to be driven to attack the celestial girl.

With the appearance of the purple figure, the sound of the pipa has stopped, and the protective barrier no longer exists. The purple figure pulls Jin Ling towards the juniors of the Lan family, preventing him from getting close to Wen Ning and Wutiannv. That is not something he can deal with yes.

But Jin Ling didn't appreciate it, and while struggling, he yelled, "Who are you? What are you pulling me for? Let go!" If this man hadn't saved him just now, Jin Ling might still have punched and kicked him, holding his sword at each other. .

The purple figure didn't let go, but persuaded gently: "It's too dangerous over there, you can't beat it, wait for your uncle to come."

"Don't use my uncle to suppress me. How do you know that I can't beat you? You dare not show your true colors. I don't think you are a good person!"

It turned out that the person holding Jin Ling was dressed in lavender clothes and a veiled hat with a light veil on his head. From his figure and voice, he could only be judged to be a young woman.In addition to the saber in her hand, she also carried a pipa on her back, but these two things seemed to be enchanted, and the pattern could not be seen clearly, but the sound of the pipa just now should be from her hands.

Hearing Jin Ling's words, the purple-clothed female cultivator didn't say anything, but Lan Jingyi at the side quit: "Jin Ling! You are not allowed to say that about my mother!"

That female cultivator in purple turned out to be Lan Jingyi's mother, something Jin Ling had never expected.

"Jin Ling, if my mother hadn't saved you, you would have been eaten by that woman long ago, and you still said that to her, apology!" Lan Jingyi was very angry.

The teenagers taught by the Lan family's family rules naturally wouldn't utter bad words, but Lan Jingyi was so angry that she wanted to ask her mother for an explanation.

"It's not that I asked her to save me!" Jin Ling spoke out impulsively, knowing that he was wrong, but because of his temperament for many years, it was too difficult for him to apologize and subdue him.

"You!" Lan Jingyi was so angry that he wanted to hit Jin Ling, but was stopped by Si Zhui desperately.

"Jingyi, mother is fine. Sizhui, you all go down the mountain to find Lord Hanguang." The purple-clothed female cultivator pulled Jin Ling, but she couldn't go up to comfort Lan Jingyi, so she could only persuade her son, and at the same time told Lan Sizhui Take people away.

Soon, Tiannv was dealt with by Wen Ning, but after that, a large number of monks and Wen Ning fought together again, the surrounding area is not safe, if this ghost general goes crazy, they might all be here.

"Aunt Lan, why are you here? We're leaving, what about you?" Lan Si asked.

"The magic weapon placed on Jingyi warned me that you were in danger. I was a little worried, so I came here after you. Don't worry about me. I have to protect Jin Ling." The female cultivator in purple explained a few words.

"Mother, you don't know him, so don't care what he does!" Lan Jingyi was very unhappy to see that her mother didn't protect herself, but instead protected this Young Master Jin who spoke ill of her.

"Lan Jingyi!" The cultivator in purple shouted sharply when she heard her son's words!Usually she was angry when she called her son by name and surname like this.

"mother……"

They were still dawdling here, Wei WuXian's flute had changed pitch, and he tried to appease Wen Ning and lure him away.And Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng also arrived at this time.

"A Ling!" Jiang Cheng was relieved to see that Jin Ling was fine.

"uncle!"

"Don't you have a signal on your body? You don't know how to let go of this kind of thing? Why are you trying to be brave, get out of here!" Jiang Cheng angrily scolded his nephew.

Jin Ling was naturally dissatisfied, and it wasn't that he didn't want to go there, it was obvious that someone meddled in his own business and dragged him...

Jin Ling suddenly realized that the purple-clothed nun who was pulling him had disappeared at some point.

"Where's your mother?" Jin Ling asked Lan Jingyi strangely.

But Lan Jingyi didn't want to pay attention to him.

Seeing this, Lan Sizhui answered, "Aunt Lan is gone."

"gone?"

What did Jin Ling want to say, Jiang Cheng was already impatient, "Hurry up and get over here, do you want me to break your leg?!"

"I scare people every day, but I never saw you hit me!" Jin Ling muttered softly as he walked towards Jiang Cheng.

In the bamboo forest at the foot of the mountain, there is a simple and simple courtyard.The surrounding area is quiet and few people come.Lan Jingyi bypassed layers of protection, walked to the small courtyard, opened the door and entered.

"Mom, I'm back."

Lan Jingyi usually lives somewhere in the deep clouds, and only comes back when she is free.After returning from night hunting this time, Lan Jingyi took the time to come to say hello to her mother.

Hearing the sound, the door of the room in the courtyard opened, and a woman in purple came out. At this time, she was not wearing a veiled hat, and her appearance was full. She seemed to be in her twenties, but in fact she was already in her thirties.Looking closely, this woman has fair skin and a pretty face, and Lan Jingyi's appearance is three points similar to her.Seeing Lan Jingyi, she smiled and said, "Jingyi is back, Mother dug some fresh bamboo shoots today, and I'll cook them for you later."

"Mother." Lan Jingyi bowed to her mother, then pouted and walked up to the woman, looking unhappy.

"What's wrong?" the woman in purple asked.

Lan Jingyi still pouted and did not speak.

The woman in purple understood after thinking about it.

"But it's my fault for protecting the young master of the Jin family on Dafan Mountain?" She stepped forward to hug her son, brought him into the room and sat down.

"He has such a bad temper and speaks ill of you, why are you protecting him and attacking me." Lan Jingyi felt aggrieved.

"Jingyi, Young Master Jin has lost his parents since he was a child. Although he has an uncle, his uncle can't take care of children. During this night hunting, I don't think he has a partner of the same age around him. If you meet him later, you Hang out with him more."

"Mother, do you know Sect Master Jiang? Why do you sound familiar to me? And why do I want to associate with Jin Ling more? He has no partners because he is not popular. Why should I rush?"

"I..." The woman in purple didn't know how to answer her son's series of questions, and held back for a while before she said, "When I was young, I had some connections with Jin Ling's mother, so naturally I also knew Sect Master Jiang. When my sister died, I was also there, I didn't protect her, otherwise Jin Ling wouldn't have... In short, you remember, when you meet Jin Ling in the future, you have to get along well, you know?"

"Oh. Mother, you never talked about the past, but today you said a few more words because of Jin Ling, why don't you tell me more."

Lan Jingyi only knew that his mother's surname was Lan, and since he was born, the two have been dependent on each other for life.He never met his father.When he was older, he was taken by Zewu Lord Lan Xichen to practice in Yunshen, and he was a relative's son.

But whenever he asked about his father and his blood origin, everyone either didn't know or didn't mention a word. Taking a step into Yunshen without knowing where he was, he claimed not to be a member of the Lan family.Later, he got to know Lan Sizhui who was brought back by Lord Hanguang. He had no blood relationship with the Lan family at all, but he could still practice as a relative's child, so Lan Jingyi didn't worry about it any more.

Today, for some reason, his mother actually told him a few things about the past for Jin Ling, and his curiosity was aroused again.

"There's nothing to talk about. Mother has to cook for you. Why didn't Si Zhui come today?" Lan Sizhui was still young when he was brought back to Yunshen by Lan Wangji, and Lan Wangji wasn't very good at taking care of children. Especially when he went out, he would often send Lan Sizhui to the bamboo forest and entrust her to take care of him, so Lan Sizhui could be regarded as something she looked up to since she was a child.

"Oh, Mr. Hanguang brought a person back to Yunshen, and Si Zhui helped arrange them."

"Bring someone? Who did you bring?" This was not Lan Wangji's temperament.

"It was the one who played the flute at Dafan Mountain that day. The sound of the flute was really unpleasant, and the people croaked even more, and that donkey." Lan Jingyi felt extremely unwell thinking about the scene in front of the mountain gate before.

"Jingyi, you can't talk about right and wrong behind your back."

"Mother, why are you more familiar with the Lan family's family training than I am? I finally went home and you don't miss me. I won't say it next time, is it okay?" Lan Jingyi begged for mercy.

The woman in purple nodded her son's nose and got up to cook.

And this person is Lan Qujing.