Wei Wuxian found an old incense burner in the "Ancient Room" of the treasure house in the Cloud Recesses.

The body of the incense burner is like a bear, the nose is like an elephant, the eyes are like a rhino, the tail is like an ox, and the feet are like a tiger. The belly is used as a burner, and after burning incense, light smoke comes out of its mouth.

In the quiet room, Wei Wuxian played with it for a while and said, "This thing looks interesting. It has no murderous or violent aura. It is definitely not something that can harm people. Lan Zhan, do you know what this is used for?"

Lan Wangji shook his head, and Wei Wuxian sniffed the aroma and felt that there was nothing wrong. Both of them could not figure out the clue, so they put the incense burner away and planned to explore it further later.

Unexpectedly, they felt very sleepy soon after they lay down and fell into a deep sleep. After an unknown amount of time, Wei Wuxian woke up and found that he and Lan Wangji were not in the quiet room of the Cloud Recesses, but in a mountain forest.

Wei WuXian got up from the ground and asked, "Where is this place?"

Lan Wangji said: "It is not a place in the present world."

Wei WuXian said, “It’s not the real world? No way.” He shook his sleeves, feeling extremely clear: “If this isn’t reality, then what else could it be?”

Lan Wangji didn't answer, but walked silently to the edge of a stream, motioning him to lower his head. Wei Wuxian walked over, looked into the water, and was stunned.

What was reflected in the stream was his appearance in his previous life!

Wei WuXian immediately raised his head and asked, “Is it the problem with the incense burner?”

Lan Wangji nodded and said, “I’m afraid so.”

After staring at the long-lost face in the water for a long time, Wei WuXian looked away and said, “It’s okay. I’ve tested the incense burner and it has no resentment. It’s definitely not an evil weapon. I guess it was made by some immortal master for cultivation or entertainment. Let’s walk around and take a look.”

The two began to walk leisurely in the forest, which was not sure whether it was an illusion or something else. Soon, a small wooden house came into view.

When Wei Wuxian saw the small wooden house, he said, “Huh?” Lan Wangji asked, “What’s going on?”

Wei WuXian looked at the small house carefully and said, “I think this house looks familiar.”

This wooden house was an ordinary farmhouse, so he was suspicious, but he was not sure whether he had seen it before. At this moment, a creaking sound of a loom came from the wooden house.

The two looked at each other, without saying a word, and walked closer together.

But when they arrived at the door of the wooden house, they looked inside and were all stunned.

The things in the wooden house were far more outrageous than their worst imaginations. There were no dangerous villains, no monsters or dead bodies, only one person. A person they were all very familiar with.

There was actually a "Lan Wangji" sitting in the wooden house!

This "Lan Wangji" has the same handsome face and tall figure as the one beside Wei Wuxian. He wears a simple but not crude blue and white cloth shirt, which makes him look like a famous scholar. The loom beside him seems to be driven by magic, moving spontaneously, weaving cloth with a creaking sound, while he sits beside him, holding a scroll of paper and reading it carefully.

The two of them had already walked to the door of the house, making quite a noise, but "Lan Wangji" seemed not to notice at all. He calmly turned a page of the book with his slender white fingers.

Wei WuXian looked at Lan WangJi beside him, then looked at the “Lan WangJi” inside, and suddenly realized, “So that’s how it is, so that’s how it is!”

Lan Wangji raised his eyebrows slightly, this subtle movement showed that he was surprised, and asked: "What?"

Wei WuXian said: “This, this, this is my dream!”

Before he finished speaking, a slender figure in black staggered in from outside the house and called out in a drawn-out tone, "Second brother, I'm back!"

Looking at this "Wei Wuxian" who was carrying a hoe, holding a fish basket, and holding a piece of grass in his mouth, and was in high spirits, Lan Wangji became more and more silent.

If this was Wei Wuxian's dream, it was natural that the people in the dream could not see them.

The "Lan Wangji" who was weaving then raised his head, and when he saw "Wei Wuxian", he actually curled the corners of his lips slightly, then calmed down, stood up to greet him, and poured him a glass of water.

“Wei Wuxian” spat out the grass in his mouth, sat down at the small wooden table, picked up the water and drank it, gulping it down in one gulp before saying, “The sun is too strong outside today, it’s killing me. I’m going to leave my life in the fields, I’m done with it. Let’s talk about it when we have time.”

Lan Wangji said, “Yes.” He took out a snow-white cloth and handed it to him. Wei Wuxian smiled and leaned forward, which made it clear that he wanted him to help him wipe the clothes. Lan Wangji didn’t despise him and really wiped him carefully and attentively. Wei Wuxian enjoyed himself while talking: “I just went to the river and caught two fish. Lan Zhan, make me some fish soup tonight!”

"Um."

“Wei Wuxian” continued to ask him confidently: “How do you usually eat crucian carp in Gusu? Lan Zhan, can you make pickled fish?”

"will do."

"Then make that! I like that. Don't make it sweet. I'll throw up after eating it once."

"Um."

"The weather is getting hotter and hotter. Today's bath water doesn't need to be boiled so hot, so I only cut half of the firewood."

"Yeah. Nothing."

"..." Lan Wangji stared at the two people chatting casually and asked, "Your dream?"

Wei WuXian laughed so hard that his insides hurt, and said, “Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, uh, yes, I had this kind of dream for a while, I don’t know why. I dreamed that we retired to the mountains and I went out hunting and farming, and you stayed at home to look after the house and weave cloth and cook for me. Oh, and you also helped me with the accounts and money, and mended my clothes at night. Every time I dreamed that I asked you to boil the bath water and take a bath together at night, but every time I woke up when I was about to take off my clothes, what a pity, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha…”

He didn't think it was embarrassing to be seen by Lan Wangji. Instead, he was very happy. Lan Wangji looked at him with a gentle look and said, "Okay."

Retreat to the mountains and forests, and never care about the hustle and bustle again, it’s better to take it seriously.

Wei Wuxian's dream was full of trivial matters, such as cooking, feeding chickens, and chopping wood. As expected, when he was ready to boil water for a bath, the dream came to an abrupt end. The two walked a few steps from the farmhouse to an elegant and quiet pavilion. Outside the pavilion was a spreading magnolia tree, which exuded a refreshing fragrance in the night.

The location of the dream changed, and this place was definitely familiar to both of them. This place was the library in Gusu Yunshen Buzhichu.

There was a light coming out of a wooden window on the second floor, and a faint voice could be heard. Wei Wuxian looked up and said, "Shall we go in and take a look?"

For some reason, Lan Wangji stopped moving, contrary to his usual behavior. He stared at the wooden window, as if thinking about something, as if hesitating. Wei Wuxian found it strange, and couldn't think of any reason why Lan Wangji didn't want to go in, so he asked, "What's wrong?"

Lan Wangji shook his head slightly, pondered for a moment, and was about to speak when a burst of unbridled laughter suddenly broke out in the library.

When Wei Wuxian heard this, his eyes lit up, and he rushed into the library and jumped up the stairs in three steps.

He went in, and Lan Wangji naturally would not stay outside alone, so he went in as well. The two of them walked into the lighted library together, and indeed saw something very interesting.

On a light-colored mat, next to the desk where he was punished to copy, the fifteen or sixteen-year-old Wei Ying was slapping his hands on the table and laughing wildly: “Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

There was a yellowed atlas on the ground. Lan Zhan, who was also about fifteen or sixteen, had retreated to a corner of the library as if avoiding a snake or scorpion, and was shouting in anger: "Wei Ying——!"

The young Wei Ying almost rolled under the desk with laughter, and finally raised his hand: "Here! I'm here!"

Meanwhile, Wei Wuxian was about to fall over laughing, and he pulled Lan Wangji beside him and said, “This is a good dream! I can’t take it anymore, Lan Zhan, look at you, look at yourself back then, that expression, hahahahahahaha…”

For some reason, Lan Wangji's expression became more and more strange. Wei Wuxian pulled him to sit on the mat beside him, smiling and holding his chin as he watched the two of them quarreling and fighting. Over there, the young Lan Zhan had already drawn his Bichen, and Wei Ying quickly grabbed Suibian, the sword tip was three points out of the sheath, and reminded him: "Dress! Second Master Lan! Pay attention to your dress! I also brought a sword today, if we fight, your library will be in trouble!"

Lan Zhan said angrily: "Wei Ying! You... who are you!"

Wei Ying raised an eyebrow and said, "What else can I be? A man!"

"..." Lan Zhan scolded: "Shameless!"

Wei Ying said, “Are you embarrassed about this? Don’t tell me you’ve never seen something like this. I don’t believe it.”

After holding it in for a long while, Lan Zhan's face turned cold, and he raised his sword and rushed forward. Wei Ying was surprised and said, "Why, you really want to fight!" He also fought back with his sword, and the two of them actually started fighting in the library. Seeing this, Wei Wuxian said "Huh", turned his head to look at Lan Wangji, and asked curiously, "Is it like this here? Why do I remember that we didn't really fight at that time?"

Lan Wangji remained silent. Wei Wuxian looked at him, but he avoided Wei Wuxian's gaze without leaving a trace. Wei Wuxian felt that he was acting strange tonight, and was about to ask about it when he heard little Wei Ying jokingly saying while fighting, "Good, good, you can hold back and release, and have a good balance between tension and relaxation. Good swordsmanship! But, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, look at you, your face is so red, is it because of fighting with me, or because of looking at that good thing just now?"

Little Lan Zhan didn't blush at all, and swept away with a sword: "Nonsense!"

Wei Ying leaned back and used an extremely flexible iron bridge to avoid the sword, then stood up again and quickly twisted Lan Zhan’s smooth and white face, saying, “I’m not talking nonsense. Why don’t you touch yourself? Your face is burning, haha!”

Lan Zhan's face turned red and white, and he was about to slap his claws off, but Wei Ying pulled his hand away first, making him miss the target and almost hit himself. He turned around and said leisurely, "Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but look at people your age, who are like you, always blushing so much. You can't even handle this little bit of stimulation, you're too young."

This scene was neither real nor a dream he had, so it could only be a dream of Lan Wangji. Wei Wuxian watched with great interest and said, "Lan Zhan, you really understand me. This is exactly what I would say."

However, he didn't notice that Lan Wangji almost seemed a little restless at this moment.

Little Wei Ying continued, "Copying books is so boring. How about I teach you these things while I copy them? I'll just repay you for your supervision..."

After enduring his nonsense for so long, Lan Zhan finally couldn't stand it anymore, and Bi Chen flew out with his sword. The two swords collided and both were knocked out of the window. Wei Ying was slightly startled when he saw that Suibian had slipped out of his hand, and said, "Hey, my sword!"

Shouting, he was about to jump out of the window to grab the sword, but Lan Zhan suddenly rushed from behind him and knocked him to the ground. Wei Ying hit his head on the ground and struggled frantically. After a few blows, the two of them suddenly wrestled in a mess. Wei Ying kicked his legs desperately and bumped his elbows around, but he could not escape the blockade of Lan Zhan's limbs. It was as if he was covered by an unbreakable iron net. He said: "Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan, what are you doing! I'm just kidding, just kidding! Why are you so serious!"

Lan Zhan grabbed both of his wrists with one hand, pressed him behind his back, and said in a deep voice: "You, just now said that you wanted to teach me something."

His tone sounded cold, but his eyes seemed like a volcano about to erupt.

The two were originally equally strong, but Wei Ying was careless for a moment and was pinned to the ground by him, so he could only play dumb and said, "No? Did I say anything just now?"

Lan Zhan said: "Didn't you say?"

Wei Ying said confidently, “No!”

He added, "Lan Zhan, don't be so rigid. Don't take everything I say seriously. You believe in nonsense. What's there to be angry about? Can't I just stop talking? Let me go. I haven't finished copying the book today. I don't want to play anymore."

Hearing this, Lan Zhan's expression eased slightly, and he seemed to relax his arm a little. Unexpectedly, as soon as Wei Ying pulled out his wrist, his eyebrows curved, his eyes rolled, and he immediately sent a palm. Lan Zhan was prepared, and as soon as Wei Ying moved, he quickly caught him and suppressed him again. This time he hit harder, and Wei Ying's wrist was twisted into a more curved arc. Ouch, ouch ...

There was a flicker of fire in Lan Zhan's eyes. Without saying a word, he took off the headband on his head, walked around three times, and tied Wei Ying's hands tightly under him, tying a knot.

This was the unexpected development. Wei WuXian, who was standing by, was stunned!

After a long while, he turned around to look at Lan Wangji beside him. He found that although Lan Wangji's face was still white without a blush, his earlobes had turned pink. Wei Wuxian approached him with ill intentions and said, "Lan Zhan... your dream seems a little, a little strange?"

“…”

Lan Wangji suddenly stood up and said, "Stop looking!"

Wei WuXian immediately held him back and said, “Don’t leave! I want to see what happens next in your dream. We haven’t even seen the exciting part yet!”

At the desk in the library, Wei Ying was tied up by Lan Zhan and howled like a ghost for a while. After he calmed down, he tried to reason with him: "Lan Zhan, a gentleman uses words instead of fists. You are narrow-minded. Think about it, what did I say to you just now?"

Lan Zhan took a breath silently and said coldly: "Think about what you said."

Wei Ying argued, "I just said you were immature and didn't understand some things. Isn't that the truth? You really don't understand some adult things. You treated me like this after the truth was exposed. Isn't that narrow-minded?"

Lan Zhan said indifferently: "Who said I don't understand."

Wei Ying raised an eyebrow and said with a smile, “Oh—really? Don’t be so stubborn. If you understand, then there’s something fishy going on. Hahahahaha… ah!”

He suddenly screamed because Lan Zhan suddenly pinched him hard.

Lan Zhan repeated with a cold, handsome yet childish face: "Who said I don't understand?"

This pinch was fatal. Wei Wuxian laughed so hard that he almost fell down. He finally got up and hung on Lan Wangji, almost biting his earlobe and said, "Yeah, who said you don't understand? You dream about something during the day. Lan Zhan, tell me the truth, do you really want to do this to me back then? I didn't expect you to be such a Han Guang Jun..."

Although Lan Wangji still had no expression on his face, the pink had already crept up his fair neck. The fingers on his knees also curled up slightly.

Little Wei Ying was twisted so hard that he collapsed to the ground, gasped, and said, "Lan Zhan, what the hell are you doing? Are you crazy?"

Lan Zhan’s entire body was stuck to Wei Ying’s body. This posture was really disturbing. Seeing that the situation was not good, Wei Ying quickly changed his words: “…No, no, no! No one said you don’t understand! You, you, you, let go first, and talk it over nicely!”

He swung his hands wildly, but the material of the Gusu Lan clan's headband was extremely high, and no matter how hard he struggled, he could not untie it or break free. He swung his hands a few more times, and suddenly saw a book lying beside him. He quickly grabbed it and threw it at Lan Zhan, hoping to wake him up with the sage book, and said, "Wake up!"

The book first hit Lan Zhan's chest, then fell between Wei Ying's wide-open legs, flipping through several pages. Lan Zhan looked down and his eyes did not move.

As if by some strange coincidence, this page just happened to stop at a small picture that was extremely unrestrained and explicit. Moreover, the two people in the picture were both men.

Wei WuXian remembered that the erotic picture album he showed Lan WangJi when he was playing a prank on him had nothing to do with Long Yang, and there was absolutely no such page in it. He couldn't help but marvel at the richness of details Lan WangJi had processed in his dream, which was truly amazing!

Lan Zhan lowered his head and stared at the page. Wei Ying also saw the picture and felt a little embarrassed. He said, "...uh..." He complained in his heart, but he felt that it was better to do it with his hands than with words. He kicked with all his strength. Lan Zhan, however, freed one hand and held his knee. Wei Ying looked down and seemed to be heartbroken. He said in surprise, "Lan Zhan, what are you doing?!"

Wei WuXian was watching from the sidelines, fascinated and excited, and couldn’t help but think to himself, “Nonsense. What else can he do!”