The waiter said, "Don't worry, I was just about to say it. They were all dead. What I said about escaping a disaster was only temporary. A few years later, the master Chang Ping died again. This time, his death was even more terrifying. He was killed by someone using a sword! What is the method of death by lingchi? I don't need to tell you, it's just using a knife or a sword to cut the body again and again, a total of 3,600 cuts, until the flesh is scraped off and only the skeleton is left..."

Wei Wuxian certainly knew what Ling Chi was. If he were to write a book called “A Thousand Ways of Tragic Death”, no one would be more qualified than him to write it. He raised his hand and said, “I understand. Then, brother, do you know why the Chang family was exterminated?”

The guy said, "I heard that it was deliberately designed by fellow cultivators. That's for sure! Otherwise, how could a group of living people, who are cultivators, not be able to escape? They must have been trapped inside by something or someone."

The owner of the wine shop was afraid that they would not be happy chatting, so he sent over two small plates of peanuts and melon seeds. Wei Wuxian nodded in thanks, and continued to ask while eating melon seeds: "Have you found out what or who it is?"

The fellow laughed and said, "Sir, you are joking. How can we, who are just trying to make a living, know about the affairs of those uncles flying around in the sky? You are all cultivators, so you should know more than me. I only heard vaguely that it seems that I offended someone I shouldn't have offended! Anyway, since then, no one cares about the monsters in this area of ​​Liyang."

Wei WuXian pondered, “Someone I shouldn’t offend?”

"Not bad, not bad." The waiter ate two peanuts and said, "The grievances between these noble families and sects are also very complicated. I think the Chang family must have been targeted by other immortal cultivators. Killing people and stealing treasures is a common thing. Those storytellers say so, and the legends also write so. Although I don't know who it is, it seems to be related to a very famous big devil."

Wei WuXian smiled and raised the wine bowl to his lips, glancing at him from the side: “I guess you’re saying you don’t know who this big evil guy is?”

The guy laughed: "You are wrong. I know this one. It seems to be called something like Old Monster... Oh, Old Ancestor, the Old Ancestor of Yiling!"

Wei WuXian choked and spit out a string of bubbles in the wine bowl: “What?”

Him again?!

The waiter said with certainty: "Yes, that's right! His last name is Wei, or Wei Wuqian. When others mention him, they all speak of him with hatred and fear!"

“…”

Wei Wuxian pondered over and over again, and was sure of two things: First, he had never been to Liyang before his death; second, none of the people he killed were killed by him. He felt it was absurd, and turned to look at Lan Wangji, as if he wanted to ask him for an explanation. Lan Wangji waited for him for a long time, and said, "Let's go."

Wei Wuxian immediately understood that Lan Wangji had something to say about this, and it was something that was not convenient to say in front of others in the restaurant. He stood up and said, "Then let's go first and pay the bill... paid, right? Little brother, I'll leave the wine here for now, and we can come back to drink more after we finish our business." He half-jokingly said, "You can't default on your debt."

The waiter had already finished most of the plate of peanuts and shouted, "How can that be! We are a honest shop. You can rest assured that we will not close the shop until you come back. Hey, you two gentlemen, are you going to Chang's house now? Wow, this is amazing. I, a local, have never been there! I only dared to peek from a distance. Are you going in? What are you going to do?"

Wei WuXian said: “We just secretly watched from afar.”

This young man was lively and very outgoing. After talking for a while, he no longer treated Wei WuXian as an outsider and came over to put his arm around Wei WuXian’s shoulder. “Is this hard for you two? Do you earn a lot? You must be making a lot! So respectable. Let me ask you something. Is it difficult to get started? I…”

He was chattering away when he suddenly shut up, looked over there fearfully, and whispered, "Sir, why is the person next to you... glaring at me?"

Wei WuXian followed his gaze and saw Lan WangJi turn around, stand up, and walk out of the restaurant. He said, "Oh, him, my friend has been brought up in a strict family since he was young, and he hates seeing people hugging each other in front of him. Isn't that a bit weird?"

The clerk took his hand back in dismay and whispered, "Strange. Looking at his eyes, someone who didn't know would have thought that the person I was hugging was his wife..."

With Lan Wangji's hearing ability, it is absolutely impossible for him to lower the voice so that he could not hear it. I wonder what he feels at this moment. Wei Wuxian was so hurt that he could not help laughing. He hurriedly said to the waiter, "I have finished the whole jar."

Guy: “What?”

Wei WuXian pointed at himself: “Stand.”

The young man then remembered what he said, "If you can still stand after drinking, I will take your last name." He said hurriedly, "Oh...oh! This is...amazing! I'm not exaggerating, this is the first time I've seen someone stand steadily after drinking a jar of wine without a tangled tongue. Sir, what's your last name?"

Wei WuXian said, “I…” He then thought of the “Wei has no money” that the guy had just mentioned, twitched his lips, and continued calmly, “My last name is Lan.”

The guy was also very shameless. He said loudly without changing his expression: "Yes, from today on, my last name is Lan!"

Under the bright red wine towel, Lan Wangji's back seemed to be unsteady for a moment. Wei Wuxian smiled evilly, walked up to him with his hands behind his back, and patted him on the shoulder: "Thank you, Hanguang-jun, for paying the bill. I let him take your last name."

After leaving the city, the two walked in the direction the waiter pointed. As the number of pedestrians gradually decreased and the number of trees increased, Wei WuXian asked, "Why didn't you let me continue asking questions just now?"

Lan Wangji said, “I suddenly remembered that I had heard about the matter of the Chang family in Liyang. So there is no need to ask again.”

Wei WuXian said, “Before you tell me, let me ask you something. Can you help me confirm this from the side? I didn’t do the extermination of the Chang family, did I?”

Not to mention that he had died ten years ago and his soul was at peace. It was impossible for him to come to someone's house and kill their entire family and not remember it!

Lan Wangji said, “No.”

Wei WuXian said, “Oh.” He seemed to have returned to a period in his past life when he was hated by everyone and was worse than a rat in the gutter. He could be blamed for any bad things that happened and be blamed for anything. The grandson of the old man next door who didn’t eat and lost three pounds could even say that it was because he was scared by the story of the Yiling Patriarch instigating the ghost general to kill people.

Unexpectedly, Lan Wangji said: "It was not you who killed him, but it was related to you."

Wei WuXian asked, “What’s the connection?”

Lan Wangji said, “There are two connections. First, there is a person involved in this matter, and this person has a close relationship with your mother.”

Wei WuXian paused.

He didn't know what he felt in his heart, nor what expression he had on his face. He hesitated and said, "...My mother?"

Wei Wuxian is the son of Wei Changze, a servant of the Yunmeng Jiang Clan, and Cangse Sanren, a wandering Taoist priest. Jiang Fengmian and his wife were both familiar with his parents, but Jiang Fengmian rarely reminisced about his old friends. Jiang Fengmian's wife Yu Ziyuan never spoke to him kindly, and was lucky enough not to whip him a few times or ask him to get out and kneel in the ancestral hall and stay away from Jiang Cheng. Many of his parents' affairs were told to him by others, and he actually knew no more than others.

Lan Wangji also stopped, turned around and looked at him, and said, "Have you heard of the name Xiao Xingchen?"

Wei WuXian thought about it carefully and said, “No.”

Lan Wangji said, “That’s right. This man became famous twelve years ago. No one mentions him anymore.”

Twelve years ago, it was exactly one year after the Yiling Mass Burial Mounds Campaign, and they missed each other. Wei Wuxian asked, "Which mountain is it, and who is your master?"

Lan Wangji said, "I don't know which mountain it is. My master is from the Taoist school. Xiao Xingchen is a disciple of Baoshan Sanren."

Wei WuXian finally understood why it was said that this person had a close relationship with his mother. He said, “So, this Xiao XingChen is my uncle-master.”

Cangse Sanren was also a disciple of Baoshan Sanren.

This Baoshan Sanren is a hermit who is said to be a cultivator who debuted at the same time as Wen Mao, Lan An and others. The influential figures of that generation have long since disappeared, and only Baoshan Sanren is rumored to be still alive. If so, he should be hundreds of years old, which shows how good his cultivation is. Back then, with Wen Mao as the leader, the family prospered and the sect declined, and the cultivation forces based on blood ties sprang up like mushrooms after rain. All cultivators with a little fame have established their own sects. But this master chose to retire to the mountains and his Taoist name was Baoshan. No one knows which mountain he is hugging. In other words, it is precisely because no one knows that it is called retirement. If you can be easily found after retirement, it is not called retirement.

This senior lived in seclusion on an unknown fairy mountain. He would often secretly take some helpless children up the mountain to be his disciples. But all the disciples had to swear: they would only practice Taoism in this life and would not leave the mountain or enter the secular world. Otherwise, no matter what the reason, they would never come back. They would be self-reliant, struggling in the secular world, and no longer have any relationship with their master.

Everyone in the world said that Baoshan Sanren was indeed a great master, and the rule she established was very prescient. Because in the past hundreds of years, she only had three disciples: Yanling Daoist, Cangse Sanren, and Xiao Xingchen. None of the three disciples had a good end.

Wei Wuxian was familiar with the fate of his first two disciples since he was a child, so he didn't need to hear it again. So, Lan Wangji told him briefly about the deeds of his last uncle.

Xiao Xingchen was only seventeen years old when he came out of the mountains. Although Lan Wangji had never met him, he had heard of his demeanor from other people.

It was only a few years after the Sun Shooting Campaign ended, and the Yiling Mass Graveyard Suppression Campaign had just passed. The major aristocratic families were rampant, recruiting talents for their own use. Xiao Xingchen came out of the mountains with the idea of ​​saving the world. He had excellent qualifications and was taught by a master. On his first night hunt, he went into the mountains alone with only a whisk and a long sword, and won the first prize - he became famous in one battle.

Seeing this young Taoist with a clear character and good cultivation, many families were impressed and sent invitations one after another. However, Xiao Xingchen declined all of them politely and stated that he did not want to be attached to any family. Instead, he and a close friend were determined to establish a new sect that did not value blood ties.

This person was like a reed, but his heart was like a rock. He was gentle on the outside but strong on the inside, and he kept himself clean. At that time, whenever someone had any difficult or unsolvable problems, the first thing they thought of was to seek his help, and he never refused, so he had a very good reputation.

The murder of the Chang family in Liyang happened at that time.