Lan Xichen asked, “Master Jin…can you explain the whole story?”

Jin Guangyao remained silent, his finger joints turning slightly white.

Wei WuXian said, “It seems that Sect Master Jin is unwilling to speak.”

He raised his hand, and a naked female corpse immediately appeared under his hand. Wei Wuxian placed his hand on her dark head and said, "But if you don't tell me, I won't know, right?"

As soon as he felt the same way, before he even opened his eyes, Wei WuXian found himself surrounded by the tangy scent of cosmetics. A charming voice came out of his mouth: "...her? She did want to get married, but when she met that guy she was already in her twenties, not young anymore. She would definitely not be popular in a few years, so she was determined to give birth to a son despite being scolded, just to get out of this situation. But that also requires the guy to be willing."

He opened his eyes and saw in front of him a magnificent and spacious hall. There were more than a dozen large round tables in the hall, and several drinkers were sitting at each table. There were also several pretty women, some with bare shoulders, some with disheveled hair, some sitting on the drinkers' laps, and some feeding wine to others. All of them had sweet and drunken expressions.

You can tell where it is at a glance.

Wei WuXian thought to himself, “The one who was burned to death in this Guanyin Temple turned out to be a prostitute. No wonder these vengeful spirits are all naked, I’m afraid they are all prostitutes and their clients.”

The drinker next to him laughed and said, "After all, the son is yours, so doesn't the man want him?"

The woman said, "She said that the man was a prominent figure from a family of immortal cultivators, so he must have many sons. They wouldn't be interested in anything if they had too much of it, so why would they pay attention to this one? She waited and waited for no one to come and pick her up, so of course she had to raise him by herself, and she has been raising him for fourteen years."

Several drinkers asked, "Big shot? Is there really such a thing?"

The woman said, "Oh, why would I lie to you about this? Her son is working as a handyman here. Look, that's the one." The woman turned her waist and waved to a young man holding a tray, "Xiao Meng! Come here!"

As expected, the young man came over and asked, "Sister Anxin, what's the matter?"

In an instant, Wei Wuxian understood everything.

A group of drinkers looked at Meng Yao with scrutiny. Meng Yao asked again, "What's the matter?" An Xin smiled and said, "Xiao Meng, have you learned those things on your own recently?"

Meng Yao was startled and asked, "What are those things?"

An Xin said, "These are the things your mother asked you to learn, such as calligraphy and painting, etiquette, sword skills and mental skills... How are you doing with them?"

Before he finished speaking, the drinkers started to chuckle, as if they found it extremely funny. An Xin turned around and said, "Don't laugh, what I said is true. His mother raised him as a son of a wealthy family. She taught him to read and write, bought him a lot of sword manuals, and sent him to school."

The drunkard was surprised and asked, "Send him to school? Did I hear it right?"

An Xin said, "No! Xiao Meng, tell these gentlemen, have you ever been to the library?"

The drunkard asked, "Is he still going now?"

An Xin said, "No, they came back after a few days and refused to go again no matter what. Xiao Meng, do you not like studying or do you not like that place?"

Meng Yao didn't say anything. An Xin giggled and poked Meng Yao's forehead with a bright red index finger, saying, "Little guy, are you unhappy?"

She poked very hard, leaving a faint red mark on Meng Yao's forehead, like the afterimage of cinnabar. He touched his forehead and said, "No..."

An Xin waved her hands and said, "Okay, okay, it's okay, you can go now." Meng Yao turned around and walked a few steps. She picked up something from the table and coaxed, "Here, give you a fruit to eat."

When Meng Yao turned around, the juicy green fruit hit his chest and rolled to the ground. An Xin scolded him, "Why are you so stupid that you can't even catch a single fruit? Pick it up quickly, don't waste it."

Meng Yao raised the corner of his mouth. He should be fourteen years old, but maybe because he was so thin, he looked only twelve or thirteen years old. This kind of smile on his face made people feel uncomfortable.

He slowly bent down, picked up the fruit, wiped it on his collar, and smiled even more deeply: "Thank you, Sister Anxin."

An Xin said, "You're welcome. Go and do your work."

Meng Yao said, "Call me if you need anything."

After he walked away, a drinker said, "If my son was in a place like this, I would take him back no matter what."

Another person said, "Is his father really a big shot in the Immortal Cultivation Family? Shouldn't it be easy to redeem a prostitute and give her some money to raise a child? It's just a piece of cake."

An Xin said, "How can we really listen to everything this woman says? We should believe more than half of it. She said she was a big shot herself. I think she might just be a wealthy businessman with a few dollars. She exaggerated several times..."

At this time, a scream was heard, and there was a sound of broken cups and plates on the second floor. A zither rolled out and fell to the center of the hall. With a loud bang, it broke into pieces, scaring the people drinking and having fun at several nearby tables and making them curse. An Xin almost fell down and screamed, "What happened!"

Meng Yao yelled, "Mother!"

An Xin looked up and saw a big man dragging a woman out of a room by her hair. An Xin grabbed the drinker next to her and said, "She's here again!"

Meng Yao rushed upstairs. The woman was holding her scalp and desperately pulling her clothes onto her shoulders. When she saw Meng Yao running over, she hurriedly said, "I told you not to go upstairs! Get down! Why don't you get down now!"

Meng Yao tried to pry the client's hands apart, but was kicked in the stomach and rolled down the stairs, causing a crowd of exclamations.

This was the third time Wei Wuxian saw him being kicked and rolling down the stairs.

The woman screamed "Ah!" and was immediately grabbed by the hair by the customer, dragged down the stairs, stripped of her clothes, thrown into the street, spat on her naked body, and cursed: "Ugly people are so weird, and this old whore thinks she is new!"

The woman crouched in the middle of the street in panic, not daring to get up. If she moved, she would be seen naked. The pedestrians on the street were surprised and excited, wanting to leave but not to, wanting to stay but not to, poking and looking, with sparkling eyes. The door of the brothel was also filled with women inside, giggling and, like An Xin, gloatingly telling the customers around them about what happened to this embarrassed old woman. Only one girl turned around and walked out of the door, taking off her already thin gauze dress. Half of her snow-white and plump breasts were wrapped in a bright red dress. Her waist was extremely slender and very eye-catching. Everyone else hurried to look at her. The girl spat and cursed, "Look, look at your mother! Do you think you can look at me? You want money for a look, give me money! Give me money!"

As she cursed, she stretched out her hands to ask for money from the people watching from all directions. The crowd dispersed a little, and she threw the gauze dress she had taken off at the woman, wrapped her up and staggered into the lobby, scolding her as she walked: "I told you to change a long time ago. Who are you putting on airs for? You've suffered a lot, so you should remember it!"

Wei WuXian thought to himself, “This woman looks somewhat familiar, where have I seen her before?”

The woman whispered: "Ayao, Ayao..."

Meng Yao was kicked so hard that she couldn't recover for a long time and lay on the ground, unable to get up. The girl grabbed one of them each and pulled the mother and son up and walked away. A drinker next to An Xin asked, "Who is that beauty?"

An Xin spat out two pieces of melon seed shells and said, "She's a well-known shrew. She's very scary."

One person said disappointedly: "Is this the fireworks talent Meng Shi from back then? How did she become like this?"

An Xin smiled again and said, "That's right. She insisted on having a baby. How can a woman look good after having a baby? If she hadn't relied on her reputation as a 'talented woman' to make a living, I'm afraid there wouldn't be many people willing to give her a chance. I think it's all because of the books she read."

A drinker agreed with this and said, "That's right. People who have read a lot of books always have an inexplicable sense of nobleness and are always unwilling to give up that little thought."

An Xin said, "If she can support herself with the books she read, then I won't say anything. It's just a gimmick to attract men. Let me put it bluntly. We are all bitches. Only you are noble because you have read some books? What's the point of being noble? Not only do people outside look down on her, but do you think other sisters here like her? Guests who come to this kind of place occasionally see a delicate teenage girl who is reserved and dignified, which is considered fresh and unique. What's the point of asking people to spend money to see someone who is old and ugly? She has been out of fashion for a long time, and everyone knows it. She is the only one who can't see clearly..."

At this time, someone patted An Xin on the back. An Xin turned around and saw the girl standing behind her. She raised her hand and slapped her.

With a "slap" sound, An Xin was slapped. She was stunned for a moment and then flew into a rage: "Bitch!!!"

The girl said, "Bitch!!! You keep talking nonsense all day long, don't you have anything else to do with your tongue?!"

An Xin screamed, "What I say is none of your business!"

The two girls were fighting in the lobby on the first floor, using their nails and teeth to tear each other's hair and cursing, saying things like "I'll scratch your face sooner or later" and "No one wants me even if I pay you." The words were so vulgar that they were unbearable to hear. Many prostitutes came to stop the fight, saying, "Sisi! Stop it!"

Sisi?

Wei Wuxian finally remembered why the girl's face looked familiar. If seven or eight knife marks were added to this face, wouldn't it be Sisi, the woman who came to Lotus Pier to inform on someone? !

Suddenly, he felt a burning wave coming towards him, and the entire hall was instantly submerged in a sea of ​​red fire. Wei Wuxian quickly pulled himself out of empathy!

Opening his eyes, Lan Wangji asked, "How?"

Lan Xichen also said: "Master Wei, what did you see?"

Wei WuXian took a breath, calmed his mind a little, and said, “I guess this Guanyin Temple is where Sect Leader Jin grew up.”

Jin Guangyao remained calm. Jiang Cheng said, "Where did he grow up? Didn't he grow up in a brothel?" He was about to say, didn't he grow up in a brothel? Suddenly, he understood and said, "This Guanyin Temple used to be a brothel. He burned it down and turned it into a Guanyin Temple!"

Lan Xichen asked, “Did you really set the fire?”

Jin Guangyao said: "Yes."

Jiang Cheng sneered: "You admit it readily."

Jin Guangyao said: "At this point, does it make any difference whether I do more or less of one thing?"

After a moment of silence, Lan Xichen asked, "Are you trying to erase the traces?"

Although many people knew that Lian Fangzun grew up in a brothel, it was strange that most people didn't know which brothel he came from. Everyone knew that Lian Fangzun must have deliberately manipulated it behind the scenes, but few people would have expected that he would burn the place where he was born and raised to ashes.

Jin Guangyao said: "Not all of them."

Lan Xichen sighed and didn’t continue. Jin Guangyao said, “Aren’t you going to ask me why?”

Lan Xichen shook his head for a long while before answering the question irrelevantly: "It's not that I didn't know what you did before, but I believe you had your reasons for doing so."

He added: "But you've gone too far. And I... don't know whether I should believe it or not."

There was deep weariness and disappointment in his tone.

There was a thunderstorm outside the temple. Wind was leaking through the cracks in the temple door. Amid the shrill whistling sound, Jin Guangyao suddenly knelt on the ground.

Everyone was startled. Wei Wuxian, who had just taken the sword from his waist, was also shocked. But he saw Jin Guangyao said weakly: "Second brother, I was wrong."

“…” Hearing this, Wei WuXian felt embarrassed for him and couldn’t help but say, “Um, what, don’t say anything, just do it. Can we just do it?”

This man's face changes at will, his legs kneel at will, he has no dignity or arrogance at all. Lan Xichen's face was also full of indescribable color. Jin Guangyao continued, "Second brother, you and I have known each other for many years. No matter what, you know how I treat you. I have no intention of becoming the leader of the immortals, and the Yin Tiger Talisman has been completely destroyed. After tonight, I will sail to Japan and will never come back in this life. For these reasons, please let me go."

To travel to Japan, to put it bluntly, is to escape. This sounds quite embarrassing, but Jin Guangyao is known for his flexibility, flexibility, and willingness to bend rather than break. He would never use force when he could be soft. It is OK for the Lanling Jin Clan to crush one, two, three, or four families with force, but if all the families, big and small, unite to attack him, it is only a matter of time before they repeat the mistakes of the Qishan Wen Clan. Rather than delaying until then, it is better to evacuate now, avoid the limelight, and preserve strength. There may be a chance to make a comeback in the future.

Wei WuXian asked, “Master Jin, you said that the Yin Tiger Talisman has been completely destroyed. Can you take it out and let me see it?”

Jin Guangyao said: "Master Wei, the restored part is not the original after all, and the number of times it can be used is limited. It is completely useless. And you know best how evil that thing is. Do you think I will still carry a useless piece that will only bring bloodshed?"

Wei WuXian said: “I don’t know about that. Maybe you can find another Xue Yang?”

Jin Guangyao said: "Second brother, everything I said is true."

His words were sincere and sincere, and he had indeed been treating Lan Xichen with courtesy since he captured him. At this moment, Lan Xichen really couldn't turn hostile immediately, and could only sigh: "Master Jin, when you insisted on planning such a chaos in the mass grave, I told you that you didn't need to call me 'Second Brother' anymore."

Jin Guangyao said, "I was bewildered by the devil in this mass grave incident. I was totally wrong. However, I have no way out."

Lan Xichen asked: "What do you mean there is no way out?"

Lan Wangji frowned slightly and said coldly: "Brother, don't talk too much with him."

Wei WuXian also reminded: “Sect Master Lan, do you remember how you reminded Sect Master Jiang? Don’t talk too much with him.”

Lan Xichen also knew how powerful Jin Guangyao was when he opened his mouth. But when he heard that there might be something behind it, he couldn't help but want to listen, and Jin Guangyao also grasped this point.

He whispered, "I received a letter."