Three months later. Guangling.

On top of a hill, a group of villagers, holding torches and using farm tools as weapons for self-defense, slowly moved towards a forest on the hill.

There is a wild graveyard on this mountain. It has been unpeaceful in recent months. The villagers at the foot of the mountain have been harassed by the lonely ghosts in the wild graveyard. Finally, they could no longer bear it and invited several monks who passed by to go up the mountain together to eradicate the source of the evil spirits.

As dusk falls, insects chirp loudly and the half-man-high weeds rustle from time to time, as if something unknown is lurking in there, waiting to attack at any time. But when you cautiously push aside the weeds and shine a torch, it is often a false alarm.

The monks, holding swords, led the villagers carefully across the grass and into the forest.

In the forest was the wild cemetery, with broken stone and wooden tombstones leaning or falling, and a chilly wind blowing. Several monks looked at each other, took out their talismans, and prepared to start clearing the evil spirits. Seeing that they were calm, the situation should not be difficult, and several villagers breathed a sigh of relief.

But before they could breathe a sigh of relief, they heard a loud "bang" and a bloody corpse fell onto a mound of earth in front of them.

The villagers closest to the mound screamed, threw away their torches, and fled. Then, the second, third, and fourth bloody corpses fell down, as if it was a rain of corpses falling from the sky, crackling and falling continuously, and the forest was immediately filled with howling. The monks had never seen such a scene before, and they were shocked but still courageous. The leader shouted: "Don't run away! Don't panic! It's just a small evil spirit..."

Before he finished drinking, he seemed to be strangled by someone and his voice stopped abruptly.

He saw a tree.

There was a person sitting on the tree, with a black collar hanging down and a pair of slender black boots swinging gently, looking so relaxed and comfortable.

There was a dark flute inserted at the man's waist, with a blood-red tassel hanging from the bottom of the flute, swaying with the movement of his calves.

Several monks' expressions changed immediately.

The villagers were already in disarray, and just as they heard him shouting, they took a pill of reassurance, but they saw several monks turn pale, turn around and run away, rushing out of the forest and down the mountain in an instant like a gust of wind, leaving them behind. They all guessed that there must be some great evil on this mountain, and even these monks could not do anything about it. In an instant, their souls flew away, and they fled like birds and beasts. A villager ran slowly and fell at the end, with a mouth full of mud. He thought he was dead for being alone, but suddenly he saw a young man in white standing in front of him, and his eyes lit up involuntarily.

The man had a long sword hanging from his waist, and it seemed that he was covered with a layer of hazy white light. In the dark forest, he looked like an immortal, not like a mortal. He immediately asked for help: "Young Master! Young Master! Help, there is a ghost, quickly get rid of this monster..."

Before he finished speaking, another body fell in front of him. The face with blood gushing out of all seven orifices just happened to meet his.

Just when the villager was about to faint from fear, the man said one word to him: "Go."

Although it was only one word, the villager felt inexplicably at peace, as if he had received an imperial decree to be exempt from death. He suddenly felt a surge of strength, got up and ran away without looking back.

The man in white looked at the bloody corpses crawling all over the forest, and seemed to be unsure of what to say. He looked up and saw the man in black who was sitting on the tree also jumped down lightly, flashed in front of him in an instant, and pressed him against a tree, saying softly: "Hey, isn't this the pure and innocent Hanguang Jun Lan Wangji? What are you doing in my territory?"

There were bloody corpses all around, crawling around in a daze or ferocious manner. This man stretched out one hand to support himself on the tree trunk. Lan Wangji was trapped between his body and the tree trunk, with an expressionless face.

Then the man said, "Since you've brought yourself to my door, I'll just... hey hey hey!"

Lan Wangji locked both of his wrists with one hand.

The situation reversed, and the man in black who was countered by him said in surprise: "Oh my God, Han Guangjun, you are too powerful, I can't believe it, it's shocking, unbelievable, you actually subdued me with one hand, I couldn't resist at all! Horrible man!"

Lan Wangji: “…”

His hands involuntarily tightened. The other party's surprise turned into fear: "Ah, it hurts. Let me go, Han Guangjun, I won't dare to do it again next time. Don't grab me like this again, and don't tie me up, let alone press me to the ground..."

Seeing his words and actions becoming more and more exaggerated, Lan Wangji's eyebrows twitched, and he finally interrupted, "... Stop playing."

Wei WuXian was begging for mercy with all his might, and he asked in surprise, “Why? I haven’t even finished begging for mercy.”

"..." Lan Wangji said, "You beg for mercy every day. Stop playing."

Wei WuXian moved closer to him and whispered, “Isn’t this what you asked for… Every day means every day.”

He leaned his face very close, as if he wanted to kiss Lan Wangji, but he was reluctant to touch his lips. There was always a gap between their lips, like a passionate and naughty butterfly fluttering on the dignified petals, not wanting to land or kiss. After teasing for a while, Lan Wangji's light-colored eyes flashed and moved slightly, as if he could no longer control himself, and the petals could not hold back and wanted to touch the butterfly's wings. But Wei Wuxian raised his face and avoided his lips.

He raised his eyebrows and said, "Call me brother."

Lan Wangji: “…”

Wei WuXian said, “Call me brother. If you call me brother, I’ll let you kiss me.”

“…” Lan Wangji’s lips moved slightly.

He had never used this soft and sticky title to address others in his life. Even to Lan Xichen, he always called him brother. Wei Wuxian coaxed him, "Call me and let me hear it. I've called you so many times. After calling you and kissing you, we can do other things."

Even though Lan Wangji was about to shout out, after hearing this, he was defeated by Wei Wuxian and finally couldn't shout out. After holding it in for a while, he could only say: "...Shameless!"

Wei WuXian said, “Aren’t you tired of holding me with one hand like this? It’s so inconvenient to do things with only one hand.”

After calming himself down, Lan Wangji said politely, "Then may I ask what I should do?"

Wei WuXian said, “I’ll teach you. Wouldn’t it be more convenient if you take off your headband and tie my hands?”

Lan Wangji looked at him smiling quietly for a while, then slowly took off his headband and unfolded it for Wei Wuxian to see.

Then, he tied a knot on his hands at lightning speed, pressed Wei Wuxian's two unruly hands firmly on top of his head, and buried his head in his neck. At this moment, a scream suddenly came from the bushes.

The two separated in an instant. Lan Wangji put his hand on the hilt of the Bichen sword, but did not draw the sword rashly, because the scream just now was very crisp and tender, obviously from a child, and it would be terrible if he accidentally hurt a passerby. The half-human-high grass trembled, and the traces of the grass jumping were getting farther and farther away. It seemed that he had escaped. Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji chased for a few steps, and a woman's joyful voice came from the bottom of the hill: "Mianmian, are you okay? How can you run around in a place like this? I was scared to death!"

Wei WuXian was startled: “MianMian?”

Just when he thought the name sounded familiar, he must have heard it somewhere before, another man's voice scolded him, "I told you not to run around when you're hunting at night, but you rushed forward alone. What will your mother and I do if you get eaten by a ghost!... Mianmian? What's wrong? Why do you look like this?" The last sentence should be asking the woman, "Qingyang, go and have a look. Is Mianmian okay? Why is she like this? Did she see something she shouldn't have seen up there?"

...I did see...something I shouldn't have seen.

Lan Wangji glanced at Wei Wuxian, who looked back at him innocently and mouthed, “What a sin.”

He clearly had no remorse for torturing a child. Lan Wangji shook his head, and the two of them left the cemetery together and turned down the slope. The three people at the bottom of the slope immediately looked at them in surprise and vigilance. A man and a woman were a couple, squatting on the ground, and in the middle stood a little girl with two braids, about ten years old. The woman was a young woman with a pretty face, wearing a sword at her waist. When she saw Wei Wuxian for the first time, she immediately drew it out, pointed the sword at him, and shouted, "Who are you!"

Wei WuXian said: “No matter who they are, they are still people, not something else.”

The woman was about to speak, but she saw Lan Wangji behind Wei Wuxian. She was startled and asked, "Han Guang-jun?"

Lan Wangji was not wearing a headband. For a moment, she did not dare to confirm it. If it were not for that unforgettable face, she would have hesitated for a while. She turned her gaze back to Wei Wuxian, and said in a daze: "Then, then you are, you are..."

The news of the Yiling Patriarch's return to the world had already spread, and the one with Lan Wangji now must be him, so it was not surprising that he was recognized. Wei Wuxian saw that she was faintly excited and her appearance was somewhat familiar, and thought to himself: "Could it be that this lady knows me? Do I have a grudge against her? Have I provoked her? No, I don't know a girl named Qingyang...ah, Mianmian!"

Wei WuXian suddenly realized, “Are you MianMian?”

The man glared and asked, "Why are you calling my daughter?"

It turned out that the little girl who had just run around and accidentally bumped into them was Mian Mian’s daughter, also named Mian Mian. Wei Wuxian found it quite interesting: “One is a big Mian Mian, and the other is a small Mian Mian.”

Lan Wangji nodded to the woman and said, "Miss Luo."

The woman brushed the slightly messy hair on her cheek behind her ear and returned the greeting, "Han Guangjun." She then looked at Wei Wuxian and said, "Young Master Wei."

Wei WuXian smiled at the woman and said, “Miss Luo. Oh, now I know your name.”

Luo Qingyang smiled shyly, as if recalling an old story. She felt embarrassed and pulled the man up, saying, "This is my husband."

The man realized that they were not villains, and his expression softened. After a few pleasantries, Wei WuXian asked casually, "Which family or sect does this gentleman belong to?"

The man said straightforwardly, "It's not from any family."

Luo Qingyang looked at her husband and said with a smile: "My husband is not from the Xuanmen sect. He used to be a businessman. However, he is willing to hunt at night with me..."

It is extremely rare and precious that an ordinary person, a man at that, is willing to give up his originally stable life, not afraid of wandering, not afraid of danger, and dare to wander around with his wife. Wei Wuxian couldn't help but respect him.

He asked, "Are you here for night hunting as well?"

Luo Qingyang nodded and said, "That's right. I heard that there is an evil spirit in the wild graves on this mountain, disturbing the people's livelihood and making it miserable. So I came here to see if there is anything I can help with. Have you two dealt with it?"

If Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji had already dealt with it, then there would be no need for others to intervene. But Wei Wuxian said, "You were deceived by those villagers."

Luo Qingyang was startled: "What do you mean?"

Wei WuXian said, “They told others that it was an innocent rebellion by evil spirits, but in fact, they were the ones who dug up the graves first and dumped the dead bodies carelessly, which led to the counterattack by the owner of the wild grave.”

Luo Qingyang's husband asked in confusion: "Really? But even if they fight back, they don't have to kill so many people."

Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi looked at each other and said, “This is also fake. No one was killed. We checked and found that only a few villagers who were digging graves were frightened by ghosts and stayed in bed for a while, and another broke his leg in his haste to escape. Other than that, there were no casualties. The story of several lives was just made up by them to exaggerate the story.”

Luo Qingyang said to her husband, "Is this really the case? This is too shameless!"

Luo Qingyang sighed, "Alas, these people..." She seemed to recall something from the past, shook her head, and said, "It's the same everywhere."

Wei WuXian said, “I scared them just now. After this, they probably won’t dare to come up and rob the tomb again. The evil spirits will naturally not bother them. Solved.”

Luo Qingyang said: "But if they ask other cultivators to suppress them by force..."

Wei WuXian smiled and said, “I have shown my face before.”

Luo Qingyang understood. The Yiling Patriarch had already shown his face, and after being seen by those cultivators, they would definitely spread the news everywhere. Others would just think that he had already marked this area as his own territory. Which cultivator would be so bold as to come and provoke him?

Luo Qingyang smiled and said, "I see. I saw Mianmian was so scared just now, I thought she had met some evil spirit. Please don't mind if I was rude."

Wei WuXian thought to himself, “No, no, no, maybe we are the ones being more rude.” On the surface, he said seriously, “No, no, I scared Little MianMian, please don’t mind.”

Luo Qingyang's husband picked up his daughter, and Mianmian sat on her father's arm, puffing her cheeks and glaring at Wei Wuxian, looking angry, ashamed, and unable to speak. Wei Wuxian saw that she was wearing a light crimson skirt, her face was cute, and her eyes were like purple and black crystal grapes. He wanted to pinch her face, but after all, her father was watching her closely, so he just pinched her pigtails and said with his hands behind his back, smiling: "Mianmian really looks like you when you were a child, Miss Luo."

Lan Wangji glanced at him and said nothing. Luo Qingyang was amused, smiled and said, "Master Wei, don't you feel guilty when you say this? Do you really remember what I looked like when I was a child?"

This smile vaguely reminiscent of the little girl in the scarlet gauze dress back then. Wei Wuxian didn't feel ashamed at all, and said, "Of course I remember! It's no different now. By the way, how old is she? I'll give her some money to ward off evil spirits."

Luo Qingyang and her husband quickly declined, "No, no."

Wei WuXian smiled and said, “I’ll use it if I can. It’s not my money anyway. Haha.”

The couple was slightly startled, and before they understood what was happening, Lan Wangji had already put something in Wei Wuxian's hand. Wei Wuxian took the heavy coins from him and insisted on giving them to Mianmian. Seeing that he couldn't refuse, Luo Qingyang said to his daughter, "Mianmian, hurry up and thank Han Guangjun and Master Wei."

Mianmian said: "Thank you, Hanguang-jun."

Wei WuXian said: “MianMian, I gave it to you, why don’t you thank me?”

Mianmian glared at him angrily. No matter how he teased her, she refused to talk to him. She just lowered her head and pulled a red string hanging around her neck, pulling out a delicate little sachet and putting the money for warding off evil spirits in it very preciously. Soon they went down the hill, and Wei Wuxian had to say goodbye to them with regret, and walked another way with Lan Wangji.

After they disappeared, Luo Qingyang scolded his daughter, "Mianmian, you are so rude. He was the benefactor who saved your mother's life in the past."

Her husband was shocked: "Really?! Mianmian, did you hear that? Look how rude you are!"

Mianmian muttered: "I...I don't like him."

Luo Qingyang said: "You kid, if you hated him, you would have thrown away the money for warding off evil spirits long ago."

Mianmian buried her rosy little face in her father's chest and whined, "He did something bad!"

Luo Qingyang was both amused and confused. Just as she was about to speak, her husband asked curiously, "Qingyang, I've heard you mention this Han Guangjun before. I remember that he was a big shot from an aristocratic family. Why would he appear in such a small place and hunt such small prey?"

Luo Qingyang patiently explained to her husband, "This Hanguang Jun is different from other famous people. He always goes out when there is chaos. As long as there are evil spirits causing trouble and harming people, no matter the rank of the night hunting target or the size of the merit, he will go to help."

The husband nodded and said, "He is a real celebrity." He asked nervously and puzzledly, "What about Mr. Wei? You said he saved your life, but I don't think you mentioned this person much? Have you ever been in danger of your life before?!"

Luo Qingyang embraced Mianmian, with a strange light flashing in his eyes, and smiled: "That young master Wei..."

On another road, Wei Wuxian said to Lan Wangji, “I didn’t expect that the little girl back then would become my daughter a little girl now!”

Lan Wangji said, “Yeah.”

Wei WuXian said: “But this isn’t fair. She should have seen you doing something bad to me, so why did she dislike me more?”

Before Lan Wangji could reply, Wei Wuxian turned around again, facing Lan Wangji, and walked backwards, saying as he walked: "Oh, I see. In fact, she must like me in her heart. Just like someone did back then."

Lan Wangji brushed off the non-existent dust on his sleeves and said calmly, "Please pass me the headband, Wei Yuandao."

Hearing this unfamiliar name, Wei WuXian was stunned for a moment, and it took him a while to react. He chuckled and said, “Let me tell you, Second Young Master Lan, you are jealous, aren’t you?”

Lan Wangji lowered his eyelashes. Wei Wuxian stood in front of him, holding his waist with one hand and lifting his chin with the other, and said seriously: "Tell me the truth, you have been drinking vinegar for many years, how come you hide it so well? I don't even smell the sour taste."

Lan Wangji raised his head as usual, and suddenly felt an unruly hand touching his chest. Looking down, Wei Wuxian's hand had already been pulled out, holding something, and pretended to be surprised and asked: "What is this?"

That is Lan Wangji's purse.

Wei WuXian spun the exquisite purse in his right hand, pointed at it with his left hand and said, “HanGuangJun, oh HanGuangJun, taking something without asking is stealing. What did they say about you back then, a descendant of a famous family? A role model for noble children? What a role model, yet you secretly drank thick vinegar and stole the sachet that the little girl gave me and used it as your own purse. No wonder I couldn’t find it anywhere after I woke up. If the sachet hanging on Xiao MianMian’s chest wasn’t exactly the same as this one, I wouldn’t have remembered it. You, tsk tsk. Tell me, how did you take it from me when I was unconscious? How long did you keep it?”

Lan Wangji's face was slightly disturbed, and he reached out to grab the money. Wei Wuxian threw the purse away, dodging his hand, and took two steps back, saying, "You're going to snatch it just because you can't win the argument? What are you ashamed of? I finally know why I have no shame. We are really a perfect match. It must be because I put all my shame in your hands, and you kept it for me."

Lan Wangji's earlobes were lightly pink, but his face was still tense. He moved quickly, but Wei Wuxian moved even faster, so that he could see but not catch him. He said, "You wanted to give me the purse before, why don't you give it to me now? Look at you, not only did you steal things, but you also had an affair and went back on your word. You are evil to the core."

Lan Wangji rushed over and finally caught him, hugging him tightly in his arms, and defended himself: "We have prayed three times, and we are already... husband and wife, not having an affair."

Wei WuXian said, “Husbands and wives can’t always force themselves on me like you do, always asking me to beg you, and you never stop. If you become like this now, the ancestors of the Gusu Lan Clan will be so angry that they will die…”

Unable to bear it any longer, Lan Wangji fiercely blocked his mouth.