The day after meeting Luo Qingyang and his wife, the two came to a small town in Guangling.

Wei WuXian raised his hand to his brows, looked at the signboards in front of him that were calling for wine, and said, "Let's take a rest in front."

Lan Wangji nodded, and the two walked forward side by side.

After that night at Yunmeng Guanyin Temple, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji traveled together, taking Little Apple with them on a hunting trip. They still "went out when there was chaos". If they heard that there was an evil spirit causing chaos or disturbing people's livelihood, they would go to investigate and solve the problem. They would also travel around and appreciate the local customs and practices. For three months, they closed their ears to the immortal sect and lived a carefree life.

After entering the tavern and sitting at a table in an inconspicuous corner, the waiter came forward to greet them. Looking at the two people's appearance and demeanor, seeing the sword on Lan Wangji's waist and the flute on Wei Wuxian's waist, he couldn't help but connect them with the two people who had been rumored to be in the spotlight recently. But after looking hard for a long time, the white-clothed guest was indeed not wearing the Gusu Lan family's headband, so he didn't dare to confirm it.

Wei Wuxian ordered some wine, while Lan Wangji ordered some dishes. Wei Wuxian listened to his deep voice announcing the names of the dishes, one hand resting on his cheek, the other hand under the table, fingers entwined with a snow-white headband, a smile on his face. After the waiter left, he asked, "Can you eat so many spicy dishes?"

Lan Wangji picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and said calmly, "Sit down."

Wei WuXian said, “There’s no tea in the cup.”

“…” Lan Wangji filled the teacup and brought it to his lips again.

After a while, he said again: "...Sit down."

Wei WuXian said, “Isn’t my sitting position bad? I didn’t put my legs on the table like I did before.”

After forbearing for a moment, Lan Wangji said, "Then don't put it anywhere else."

Wei WuXian asked in bewilderment, “Where did I put it?”

Lan Wangji: “…”

Wei WuXian said, “Second Master Lan has so many requests. How about you teach me how to sit?”

Lan Wangji put down his teacup, looked at him, shook his sleeves, and was about to stand up and teach him a lesson, but the table in the lobby suddenly burst into laughter.

Someone at the table gloated, "I knew that Jin Guangyao would fall sooner or later if he kept doing this! I've been waiting for this day for a long time, and it's finally revealed. Humph! Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and the wheel of fate will turn!"

At first, Wei WuXian felt very familiar. The tone and content of the man's scolding were very familiar. It was nothing more than a different target. He couldn't help but listen carefully. A cultivator held up chopsticks and pointed at Jiang Shan, saying: "Sure enough, what has been said in the past and present is right! The more glamorous these people are on the surface, the more filthy they are behind the scenes!"

"That's right. None of them are good. What do you mean by respecting others and calling them gentlemen? They are all just pretending to be good and showing off."

One of them drank wine and ate meat with big mouthfuls, spitting all over the place as he ate, "Speaking of which, this Sisi was also a very popular brothel celebrity in the past. She has aged so much that I didn't recognize her. It's really f*cking disgusting. Jin Guangshan's death was really tragic, hahahahaha..."

"It's a good thing that Jin Guangyao could think of such a way to kill his father. Perfect match. Absolutely perfect!"

"I'm just wondering why Jin Guangyao didn't kill that old prostitute? The witness should be silenced. Is he stupid?"

"How do you know he's stupid? He's Jin Guangshan's offspring, so maybe he's a playboy. Maybe he has special tastes, and he and Sisi have that kind of... hehe, secret relationship?"

“Hehe, although I think so too, isn’t it still rumored that Jin Guangyao frightened himself into a hidden illness because of committing adultery with his own sister? He was powerless even if he wanted to, hahahaha…”

These rumors and fabricated words were so familiar. Wei WuXian recalled that countless people had spread the story that he had kidnapped thousands of virgins in the Mass Burial Mounds and committed adultery day and night just to practice his evil martial arts. It was inexplicably ridiculous, and he thought to himself, "Well, anyway, my story is better than Jin GuangYao's."

The words became more and more unbearable to hear, and Lan Wangji frowned. Fortunately, there were some normal people at the table who couldn't stand it anymore. One of them whispered, "Keep your voice down... It's not something nice to hear."

The laughing people said nonchalantly: "Why are you afraid? No one here knows us."

"That's right! Besides, even if someone heard it, what would it matter? How can you control everything and anyone else's words and farts?"

"Do you think the LanlingJin Sect today is still the same LanlingJin Sect as before? Can you control what others say? Do you have the guts to be as arrogant as before? If you don't want to hear it, just hold it in!"

Someone changed the subject: "Alright, alright, why keep talking about this, let's eat our food. No matter how much Jin Guangyao stirred up trouble when he was alive, now he can only be trapped in a coffin and fight with Nie Mingjue."

"I think it's going to be terrible. Enemies are extremely jealous of each other when they meet. His body and bones will be torn into pieces by Nie Mingjue."

"That's right! I went to the coffin sealing ceremony, and the resentment around the coffin was so heavy that no grass grew within a mile! I doubt that the coffin can really seal them for a hundred years?"

"Whether it can be sealed or not is not your concern. It's a headache for those families. Anyway, the Lanling Jin Clan is finished. The situation has completely changed."

"However, during the coffin sealing ceremony, Zewu-Jun looked very bad."

“How could it not be terrible? The coffins contain his two sworn brothers, and the younger generation at home has to run around with a vicious corpse all day long, and even needs the help of a vicious corpse for night hunts! No wonder he is in seclusion all day long. If Lan Wangji doesn’t go back, I think Lan Qiren will curse in the streets…”

Lan Wangji: “…”

Wei WuXian burst out laughing. The other side continued to discuss: "Come to think of it, I am quite impressed with the coffin sealing ceremony this time. Nie HuaiSang actually did a good job. When he volunteered to do it, I thought he was going to mess it up. After all, he didn't know anything."

"Me too! Who knew he could host just as well as Lan Qiren?"

Hearing their surprise, Wei WuXian thought, what does this mean? In the next few decades, perhaps the head of the Qinghe Nie family will gradually begin to show his talents and continue to surprise the world.

The food and wine came. Wei Wuxian filled a glass and drank it slowly.

Suddenly, he heard a young man's voice asking, "Is the Yin Tiger Talisman in that coffin?"

There was a sudden silence in the tavern. After a moment, someone said, "Who knows? Maybe it's there. If Jin Guangyao doesn't keep the Yin Tiger Talisman on him, where else can he put it?"

"But I can't say for sure. Isn't it said that the Yin Tiger Talisman is just a piece of scrap metal now? It's useless."

The young man sat alone at a table, holding a sword in his arms, and said, "Is that coffin really strong enough? What if someone wants to see if the Yin Tiger Talisman is inside?"

Someone immediately shouted, "Who dares?"

"The Nie clan of Qinghe, the Lan clan of Gusu, and the Jiang clan of Yunmeng have all sent people to guard that cemetery. Who is so bold as to do this?"

Everyone agreed. The young man stopped talking and took a sip from the tea bowl on the table, as if he had given up the idea. However, his eyes did not change.

Wei WuXian had seen this kind of look on many people's faces, and he knew it would not be the last time he would see it.

After leaving the tavern, Wei Wuxian sat on Little Apple again, while Lan Wangji walked in front holding the rope.

Pedaling the donkey unsteadily, Wei Wuxian took out the flute from his waist and brought it to his lips. The clear sound of the flute flew across the sky like a bird, and Lan Wangji paused, listening silently.

It was the same song he sang to Wei Wuxian when they were trapped at the bottom of the Slaughtering Black Tortoise Cave.

It was also the song that Wei Wuxian played on Mount Dafan after his rebirth, which allowed Lan Wangji to confirm his identity.

When the song ended, Wei WuXian winked at Lan WangJi and said, “Well, I played well, didn’t I?”

Lan Wangji nodded slowly and said, "It's rare."

Wei WuXian knew that “rarely” meant that it was a rare occasion that his memory was good, and he couldn’t help but say with a smile: “Don’t be so angry about this all the time. Wasn’t it okay that I was wrong before? Besides, I have a bad memory, so this should be blamed on my mother.”

Lan Wangji asked, “Why?”

Wei Wuxian propped his arm on Xiaopingguo's donkey head, spinning Chen Qing in his hands, and said, "My mother once said that you should remember the kindness others have shown you, and not remember the kindness you have shown others. People should not hold so many things in their hearts, and only in this way can they live happily and freely."

This was one of the few things he could remember about his parents.

His thoughts drifted away for a moment, but were pulled back by Wei Wuxian. Seeing Lan Wangji looking at him intently, he said, "My mother also said..."

Hearing that he was hesitant to say the second half of the sentence, Lan Wangji asked, "What?"

Wei Wuxian hooked his finger at him, his expression solemn. Lan Wangji walked closer. Wei Wuxian leaned down and whispered in his ear: "...Say that you are already mine."

Lan Wangji's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he was about to open his mouth, but Wei Wuxian rushed in and said, "Shameless, indecent, boring, frivolous, and talking nonsense again, right? Okay, I'll help you say it. It's just a few words over and over again, and it's really the same as before, nothing has changed. I'm yours too, so we're even, okay?"

Lan Wangji could never be better than Wei Wuxian in his ability to speak eloquently. He said calmly, "If you say yes, then yes."

Wei WuXian tugged at the donkey’s reins and said, “But seriously, I’ve given this piece of music over eighty names, and you don’t have any that you’re satisfied with?”

Lan Wangji said firmly, “No.”

Wei WuXian said, “Why is that? I think it’s a good idea to call it Lan Zhan and Wei Ying’s Love Song.”

Lan Wangji remained silent. Wei Wuxian babbled again, “Perhaps Han Guang Yi Ling Tian Tian Qu is also good. It tells a story as soon as you listen to it…”

Lan Wangji seemed not to want to hear any new names anymore, so he said, “Yes.”

Wei WuXian asked, “What is it?”

Lan Wangji said, "Name."

Wei WuXian was surprised and said, “Yes? If you did, you should have told me earlier. What is it? Why didn’t you tell me? I spent so much time thinking of a name for you. It’s a waste of my intelligence.”

After a moment of silence, Lan Wangji said, "Wangxian."

Wei WuXian asked, “Ah?”

Lan Wangji said, “The song is called ‘Wangxian’.”

Wei Wuxian opened his eyes wide.

After a moment, he laughed out loud, "Haha ...

Lan Wangji seemed to have anticipated Wei Wuxian’s reaction. Seeing him swaying back and forth on Little Apple’s back, he could only shake his head slightly. His expression seemed helpless, but the corners of his lips had already quietly and slightly curved, and hazy ripples were spreading in his eyes.

He raised his hand to hold Wei Wuxian's waist to prevent him from falling off the donkey's back. After finally laughing enough, Wei Wuxian said seriously: "'Wangxian', very good, very good! I like it. Yes, it should be called this."

Lan Wangji said expressionlessly, “I like it too.”

Wei WuXian said, “It sounds very elegant and very Gusu Lan Clan style. I think we can directly include it in your family’s music collection and require all Gusu Lan Clan disciples to learn this piece of music. If they ask, ‘HanGuang-Jun, what is the meaning of this piece of music’s title?’ you can tell them how this piece of music came about.”

Hearing him talking nonsense again, Lan Wangji directly took the little apple carrying Wei Wuxian, held the thin rope tightly in his palm, and continued to walk forward. Wei Wuxian was still talking: "Where are we going next? I haven't drunk Tianzixiao for a long time. How about we go back to Gusu and go to Caiyi Town for a trip first?"

Lan Wangji said, “Okay.”

Wei WuXian said, “It’s been so many years, the water abyss there should have been cleared out, right? If your uncle can barely see me, you can hide me and those jars of wine in your room; if he can’t see me, let’s go somewhere else. It sounds like SiZhui and the others are having a good time with Wen Ning’s night hunt.”

Lan Wangji said, “Yeah.”

Wei WuXian said, “But I heard that the Gusu Lan Clan’s family rules have been revised again? I wonder if there is still enough space on the stone of rules in front of the mountain at the entrance of your house…”

A gentle breeze blew, and the clothes of both of them were rippling like spring water.

Wei Wuxian looked at Lan Wangji's back against the wind, squinted his eyes, crossed his legs, and was surprised to find that he could stay on Xiaopingguo's back in such a strange posture.

This was just a boring little thing, but he seemed to have discovered something new and interesting, and was eager to share it with Lan Wangji, shouting, "Lan Zhan, look at me, look at me!"

Just like before, Wei Wuxian called him with a smile, and he looked over.

From then on, I could no longer take my eyes away.