[Chen Qingling] I don't know why

Jin Guangshan led a few elders of the Jin family to pace in front of the barrier. This barrier is so powerful that it cannot be broken at all. If Wen Xu's spiritual consciousness dissipates, it may take ten and a half months.

"Chang Ping, is there a way?"

It was the man in black who proposed to hang Wen Xu on the tower, the son of Chang Ci'an, Chang Ping, who came over.

"Of course there is a way. The power of Yin Iron can absorb spiritual consciousness. It only takes half a day to break the barrier."

Mentioning Yintie and Jin Guangshan felt angry, Qin Cangye lost Yintie and was transformed into a pill, he was like a useless person at this time.With such a large crowd, if he used Yin Tie first, wouldn't he be a source of controversy among the aristocratic families!It's just that he didn't expect that Wen Xu from Qishan would carry that piece of iron in his pocket until his death, unused.

After Jin Guangshan sent someone to find Jin Zixun, he said, "Go, bring those people from the Lan family and see if there is anything we can do."

After a while, Lan Wangji limped, followed by several disciples who were brought up.

"Hanguang-jun, I heard that the Gusu Lan clan has done a lot of research on this Taoism, please give it a try."

Lan Wangji didn't answer, Jin Guangshan's expression darkened for a moment, Su She who was behind hurriedly stepped forward and bowed, "I'm willing to give it a try."

Su She hugged the qin, but within a few strokes, the red light from the barrier bounced it back, and he vomited blood and fell to the ground.

Lan Wangji paused for a moment, then sat down to play the piano, the sound of the piano lingered around the barrier, and the red light slowly drove into peace.

"Ask the spirit!" The moment Su She spoke, a gap was opened in the barrier, Lan Wangji flashed past, and with a wave of his sleeve, the barrier closed.

Lan Wangji took every step with difficulty. He pulled out the sword that Wen Xu stuck in the gate of the city, and held it in his hand with Bichen. Crying, but the back of running down the tower is so decisive.

The whole city of Qi was shrouded in a red light, the shops on the street corners were not messy, and there was no one around, it seemed peaceful and peaceful.

"Who is ahead?"

Lan Wangji turned around, and it was Wen Chao. He was covered in injuries, but he was supporting an old man. When he saw Lan Wangji, he was slightly taken aback, and then he cupped his hands and said, "Hanguang-jun is here too. The Wen family is in trouble today. Thank you so much for your help.”

Lan Wangji handed him Wen Xu's sword, and Wen Chao held it in his hand, his body trembling but he had no time to grieve, "Let's go up the mountain."

Wen Xu's enchantment shone brightly in the sky, illuminating the Qishan Mountain at midnight. Everywhere on the mountain road was guarded by Qishan disciples, their faces were sad and tenacious.

"Thank you Hanguang-jun for your help." From time to time, someone thanked Lan Wangji, and he suddenly remembered that Wen Miaomiao was injured in Caiyi Town to eliminate demons, and reprimanded Su She, "It's all like this now, why should we divide it between your family and mine?" .”

Qishan Wen's family held three Yin irons, but they were no match for the Lanling Jin's and those little-known families, how ridiculous!The most ridiculous thing is that Wen Xu didn't use Yin iron in the end, but used spiritual consciousness to sacrifice the enchantment, and those people were still complacent.

The son of the family should be like this.

Wen Chao and Wen Qing resettled the common people.

Lan Xichen and Meng Yao stood in front of the main hall, seeing Lan Wangji staggering towards him step by step, Lan Xichen went to see his leg, it was broken.

"Wangji, you..." Forget it, he didn't need to ask, that day when Yunshen was on fire, Qin Cangye captured Yintie, Lan Wangji was seriously injured to protect him, and he just said, " Brother, please go to Wen's to save people." Wang Ji was such a dull and cold person, every time Wen Miaomiao made a mistake and hid behind him, he never avoided it.You should know, and you don't need to ask.

In the main hall, Wen Ruohan sat at the head seat, and Lan Wangji stepped forward to salute, "Lan Wangji from Gusu Lan's junior, see Sect Master Wen."

Wen Ruohan got up and went to help him, "I often hear Miao Miao and Ah Xian mentioning you, today I would like to thank you for helping Zewu-Jun."

"Sect Master Wen, the Jin family is currently holding a shard of Yin iron. I am afraid that at noon tomorrow, the barrier above here will be opened."

Wen Ruohan was silent for a long time, "Xu'er has never used the Yin iron, and as the suzerain of the Qishan Wen clan, I don't know how to use it. If all three Yin iron fragments come out, even if we win this battle, what will happen to my disciples and common people in Qishan? , my daughter..."

That's right, with Wen Miaomiao's body, she couldn't bear the resentment from the other three Yin iron fragments.But there are some people in this world who treat other people's lives like nothing.

Lan Wangji saw Wen Miaomiao on the mountainside, her skirt was covered in mud, she stepped on the rainwater carelessly, and directed her disciples to push away the hay and rice wine.

"Miaomiao."

Wen Miaomiao turned her head, her fair face was a little dark, her eyes were swollen, bloodshot eyes could be seen vaguely.

"Lan Zhan, your legs..."

Lan Wangji approached step by step, "It's nothing." Wen Miaomiao stepped forward to help him, and he walked more slowly.

"I used to think that the Lan's Shuangbi just looked better. I saw you and Mr. Zewu in Qishan today, and I thought you were very righteous. If I can live this time, I promise not to speak ill of you again. "

Lan Wangji looked down at her, Wen Miaomiao's eye circles were slightly swollen, making her eyes look extraordinarily clear, it was clearly a joke, but there was no smile in her eyes.

"Did you often speak ill of me?"

"It's... not at all..."

Lan Wangji had seen her cry. That time when Wei Ying was punished with a ruler, she cried [-]% wronged. In the end, her uncle was also helpless because of her crying. That was also the first time Lan Wangji was beaten, the first time Exemption, this is the first time I know that some people can make others feel bad when they cry.Now, when she was most wronged, her eyes were swollen and she stopped crying.

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At dawn, Jin Zixun and Wang Lingjiao went to the south gate of Qicheng to meet Jin Guangshan.

Wang Lingjiao lay on Jin Guangshan's chest, and said angrily: "Master Xiandu, I am really exhausted, you must comfort him well when you go back."

Jin Guangshan laughed loudly, and pulled Wang Lingjiao into his arms, his voice was so loud that everyone around could hear, "My Jiaojiao is the hardest thing, and when I get this evil iron thing back, I will suppress it with King Yingchuan." Shi, I comfort you."

Everyone around looked down on Wang Lingjiao.

Jin Zixun was ashamed, Jin Guangshan said angrily: "Why, a Wei Wuxian can make you like this? You can't beat a son of a servant!"

When Wei Wuxian was mentioned, Jin Zixun's face was full of resentment.

Jin Guangshan threw the Yin iron in his arms to him, "Go, open the barrier, don't let your subordinates laugh at my young master of the Jin family."

Jin Zixun quickly caught it.

Chang Ping sneered, she really deserved to be the Immortal Governor.

"Father!" Jin Zixuan stepped forward from the crowd and knelt on the ground, "Please stop, this is related to the righteousness of my Jin family, it must not be like this!"

Jin Guangshan frowned, his face was angry, but he didn't speak.

Chang Ping sneered in her heart, and quickly went to support Jin Zixuan with her hands, "Young Master Jin, you don't know anything. When you were studying in the Lan Sect in Gusu, the Lan Sect, Jiang Sect, and Wen Sect secretly sought out Yin Tie's relationship." It's a matter. Their Wen family has always been at odds with our Jin family, and now they hold three Yin irons, and they don't take Xiandu seriously at all!"

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the elders around him were a little bit bad, Jin Guangshan said: "Take him down to have a look, Zixun, open the barrier."

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Without the entanglement between Jin Zixun and Wang Lingjiao, Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng and Jin Zixuan rushed to the south gate of Qicheng first, but saw the Jin family and some people from aristocratic families gathered here, Jin Zixuan decided to stay and dissuade them, Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng two People detour to the north of the city.

The light of the barrier gradually weakened under the cover of the black mist, and the corpses of Nie and Wen's disciples lying in the north of the city absorbed the black mist and slowly turned into puppets.

Wei Wuxian was anxious, he really shouldn't go back to Yunmeng, how scared Wen Miaomiao must be inside at this time, he didn't dare to think.

But the north of the city was blocked by a group of puppets, so he and Jiang Cheng could only fight hard.

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The enchantment was weakening, and the people watched the red light above their heads disappear little by little, and became more and more quiet.

A little girl shouted: "Mother, look, the light that the young master gave us is gone, is he going to leave?"

Then, there was a faint crying around, and it disappeared after just one click.Having lived peacefully at the foot of Qishan Mountain for dozens of years, they are frank and frank, and they are not afraid of death.

Wen Ruohan set up an enchantment on the top of the mountain, surrounding the common people, and the disciples of Qishan stood guard on the mountainside. When the sky was bright, the red light on the mountain completely disappeared.

Underneath were the shouts of everyone in the Jin family. Wen Miaomiao cast a spell to build a big fire, and the fire burned along the hay and rice wine on the mountainside around the mountain.

My heart hurts again, now that Yin Tie is around, Wen Miaomiao dare not use her internal strength.Lan Wangji helped her to sit beside her, "I'll talk about Qingxinyin again."

Although the sound of the zither was loud, it couldn't cover the sound of fighting in the fire. People kept falling down, turned into puppets and stood up again, but the puppets couldn't move forward because of the fire.

Lan Xichen jumped onto the tree, the sound of the flute rang around the mountainside, keeping the fire alive.

Jin Guangshan kicked Su She to the ground, "You were also a descendant of the Lan family, can't you break it? What a waste!"

Su She curled up and fell on the ground, while Chang Ping said beside him, "Don't worry, Immortal Governor, since everyone has come in, it doesn't matter if you wait for a while. When the hay is burned, the fire will naturally go out."

Wang Lingjiao moved a wooden chair over, and said delicately: "It's just Xiandu, don't worry, I will accompany you."

Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng finally entered the city. The fire on the Qishan mountainside was burning, mixed with the black mist of Yin iron. It was daytime, but it was gloomy and scorching like Shura hell.

The two went up the small road in the north of the city. There were not many puppets here. They heard the sound of the piano and finally saw Wen Miaomiao kneeling on the ground.

Wei Wuxian felt that a heart had settled down, "Miao Miao."

Wen Miaomiao opened her eyes, got up from the ground, threw herself into his arms, and burst into tears, "Little brother...you're here, I'm a little scared, no, I'm very scared."

Wei Wuxian wrapped his arms around her shoulders and hugged her tightly.

"Do you know, my elder brother died. I wanted to talk to him today, but he died last night. You said...why didn't I go yesterday! Little brother, I feel so sad..."

"Little brother, why do they want to grab Yintie, why do they always want to harm people, we didn't do anything wrong..."

"Little brother, I feel so tired. They want me to live, but I'm not afraid of death... It's so tiring to live like this... I regret it, why did I want to live in Shihuayuan at that time..."

The sound of Lan Wangji's piano was a little messy, he held down the strings, put the piano away with his sleeves, and called Bichen, "Wei Ying, the fire is about to go out, take her away."