Wei WuXian finally determined what scene he was seeing.

That year, Nie Mingjue received intelligence and launched a surprise attack in Yangquan.

Chi Fengzun took the initiative to attack, and he was always successful. However, whether it was because of a mistake in intelligence or because man's plans are not as good as God's plans, he never expected that this surprise attack would hit Wen Ruohan, the head of the Wen family in Qishan.

Due to a miscalculation of strength, the Wen Clan of Qishan turned the tables and captured all the attacking monks, and took them back to the Nevernight City as captives.

Meng Yao half-knelt down beside Nie Mingjue and said, “I really didn’t expect that you would be in such an embarrassing situation today.”

Nie Mingjue only said two words: "Get lost."

Meng Yao smiled with a hint of pity, and said, "You still think you are the King of Hejian? Look carefully, this is Yanyang Palace."

A cultivator nearby spat and said, "What Yanyang Palace? It's nothing but a nest of warm dogs!"

Meng Yao's expression changed and he drew his sword.

A line of blood instantly spurted out from the cultivator's neck, and he fell without a sound. His fellow disciples screamed in agony and rushed over to him. Nie Mingjue was furious: "You!"

Another monk roared, "Wen Gou! If you have the guts, you can kill me too..." Meng Yao didn't even raise his eyebrows, and swung his sword again, cutting his throat with blood, and smiled, "Okay."

He stood in front of a pool of blood, holding a long sword. The bodies of two monks in white robes lay at his feet. He smiled and said, "Is there anyone else who wants to say that word?"

Nie Mingjue said coldly, “Warm dog.”

He knew that he would surely die if he fell into Wen Ruohan's hands, so he was not afraid at all. If it were Wei Wuxian who was in this situation, he would also scold him first, because he was going to die anyway. Meng Yao smiled slightly, but did not get angry. He snapped his fingers, and a Wen family cultivator came up on his knees, raised his hands above his head, and presented a long square box to him. Meng Yao opened the box, took out something from it, and said, "Sect Master Nie, why don't you take a look at what this is?"

That is Nie Mingjue's sword, Ba Xia!

Nie Mingjue shouted angrily, “Get out of here!”

Meng Yao had already taken out Ba Xia and held it in his hand, saying, "Sect Master Nie, Ba Xia has been through a lot in my hands before. Isn't it too late for you to get angry now?"

Nie Mingjue said word by word: "Take your hand away!"

Meng Yao seemed to want to provoke him. He weighed the sword and commented, "Sect Master Nie, your sword can barely be considered a first-grade spiritual weapon. However, it is still slightly inferior to the sword of your father, the old Sect Master Nie. Why don't you guess how many times Sect Master Wen will have to hit it before it breaks?"

Instantly, all the blood in Nie Mingjue's body rushed to his head. Wei Wuxian's scalp was also numb from his sudden anger, and he thought to himself, "Poison."

The thing that Nie Mingjue hated the most and could not let go of in his life was the death of his father.

Back then, when Nie Mingjue was only a teenager and his father was still the head of the Qinghe Nie family, someone presented a precious sword to Wen Ruohan. Wen Ruohan was very happy for a few days and asked the guests around him, "What do you think of my sword?"

He was always moody and could change his attitude at any time. Naturally, others followed his wishes and flattered him, praising the sword as unparalleled. However, one of the guests, who might have had a grudge against the old Sect Master Nie, or wanted to give a different answer to attract attention, said, "Of course, your sword is unparalleled. However, I'm afraid some people don't think so."

Wen Ruohan was unhappy and asked who it was. The guest said, "Of course it's the head of the Qinghe Nie family. His family has been famous for sword cultivation for generations. He always says that his sword is invincible and unparalleled in the world. There has been no sword that can compare with his in the past few hundred years. He is so arrogant. No matter how good your sword is, he will definitely not admit it. Even if he admits it verbally, he will definitely not admit it in his heart."

Wen Ruohan laughed loudly after hearing this, saying that if there was such a thing, he would like to see it. So he immediately called the old sect leader Nie from Qinghe, took his knife, looked at it for a while, and finally said: Well, it is indeed a good knife. He patted his knife a few times and let him go back.

There was nothing unusual at the time, and the old Sect Master Nie didn't understand what was going on. He just felt unhappy about the attitude of being summoned and dismissed at will. Who knew that a few days after he returned, during a night hunt, his sword suddenly broke into several pieces when he was slashing a monster. Then, he was hit by the horns of the monster that rushed up and was seriously injured.

Nie Mingjue, who was hunting at night with his father, witnessed this scene with his own eyes.

After the old leader Nie was rescued, he could not get over his anger, and his injuries could not be healed. He was sick for half a year and finally passed away. No one knows whether he died of anger or illness. This is why Nie Mingjue and the entire Qinghe Nie clan hated the Qishan Wen clan so much.

And now, right in front of Wen Ruohan, Meng Yao held his knife and brought up the hateful incident of his father being killed by a knife. It was so cruel!

Nie Mingjue slapped Meng Yao with his palm, causing him to stagger backwards and spit out blood. Seeing this, the figure on the jade throne moved forward slightly, as if to move. Meng Yao immediately got up, rushed over and kicked Nie Mingjue in the chest. Nie Mingjue had already exhausted a lot of energy in the palm strike just now, and was kicked to the ground by him. The hot blood in his chest that had been suppressed for a long time finally could not be suppressed. Wei Wuxian was dumbfounded.

There are so many versions of the rumor, he never expected that there would be such a wonderful detail that Lian Fangzun kicked Chi Fengzun!

Meng Yao firmly stepped on Nie Mingjue's chest and shouted, "How dare you act wild in front of Sect Master Wen!" As he spoke, he thrust his sword down. Nie Mingjue slapped his palm and broke the long sword in Meng Yao's hand into several pieces. Meng Yao was also knocked down by this palm. When Nie Mingjue was about to hit his forehead with his second palm, his body was suddenly dragged to another direction by an abnormal suction force.

That direction was exactly where Wen Ruohan's jade throne was. Nie Mingjue dragged a three-meter-long blood trail on the jade floor, and he continued to drag.

Nie Mingjue reached out and grabbed a kneeling Wen family disciple and threw him towards the throne. With a "bang", red blood plasma exploded in the air, as if a watermelon had exploded, and the flesh splattered all over the ground. Wen Ruohan actually smashed the disciple's head with a palm strike in the air. But this also bought Nie Mingjue time. His anger suddenly made him extremely powerful. He jumped up, waved his hand and made a seal, and Ba Xia flew towards him. Meng Yao said, "Master, be careful!"

A voice laughed wildly, "It doesn't matter!"

This was a young man's voice. Wei Wuxian was not surprised. Wen Ruohan had a very high level of cultivation, so his body was naturally in perfect condition. Nie Mingjue had just grasped the handle of Ba Xia's sword and swung it out. The dozens of Wen family cultivators who came to block him were all cut in half!

The dark jade floor was littered with mutilated corpses. Suddenly, Wei Wuxian felt a shudder run down his spine.

Suddenly, a figure appeared behind him. Nie Mingjue slashed horizontally with his spiritual power, smashing a long strip of ground into pieces. However, he missed and was hit hard in the chest, slamming heavily against the golden pillar in the hall. He choked out a mouthful of hot blood, and more blood flowed from his forehead. His vision became increasingly blurred, and he noticed someone approaching. He waved his hand and slashed again, but this time he was punched in the chest, and his whole body sank a little deeper into the jade floor!

Wei Wuxian and he had a connection in their five senses, and as he was beaten till his head was bleeding, he was secretly frightened.

Wen Ruohan's strength is truly overwhelming and terrifying!

Wei Wuxian had not fought Nie Mingjue head-on, so he didn't know whether they won or lost, but according to his observation, Nie Mingjue's cultivation level could be ranked in the top three among those he had seen. However, even so, he was still powerless in front of Wen Ruohan! Moreover, even if it was him at this moment, he would not dare to say that he would be beaten less by Wen Ruohan than Nie Mingjue...

Wen Ruohan stepped on Nie Mingjue’s chest, Wei Wuxian’s vision went dark, and the smell of blood rushed up his throat.

Meng Yao's voice gradually approached, saying: "I am incompetent, so I have to trouble you, Sect Master."

Wen Ruohan laughed and said, "Trash."

Meng Yao also laughed. Wen Ruohan asked, "Did he kill Wen Xu?"

Meng Yao said, "Yes. It's him. Sect Master, do you want to kill your enemy now, or drag him to the Earth Fire Palace? I personally suggest that it is better to drag him to the Earth Fire Palace."

The "Earth Fire Hall" is Wen Ruohan's playground, where he collected all the torture instruments and used them to torture people. This means that Meng Yao is unwilling to give Nie Mingjue a quick death, and wants to drag him to Wen Ruohan's execution ground, and use the torture instruments he made to slowly torture him to death.

Nie Mingjue listened to the two men chatting and laughing, discussing how to deal with him, and his heart was filled with anger, and his blood was boiling in his chest. Wen Ruohan said, "What's the point of dragging a half-dead person?"

Meng Yao said: "You can't say that. With Sect Master Nie's strong physique, maybe he will be majestic again after recuperating for two or three days."

Wen Ruohan said, "You decide."

Meng Yao said, "Yes."

However, at the same time he said "yes", an extremely thin ray of cold light flashed across.

Wen Ruohan suddenly fell silent.

Warm drops of blood splashed onto Nie Mingjue's face. He seemed to sense something and tried to look up to see what was going on. However, he was seriously injured and his head fell heavily, closing his eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, Wei Wuxian finally felt a ray of light before his eyes, and Nie Mingjue slowly opened his eyes.

As soon as he woke up, he found that Meng Yao was carrying one of his arms, half dragging and half carrying him forward.

Meng Yao asked, "Sect Master Nie?"

Nie Mingjue asked, "Is Wen Ruohan dead?"

Meng Yao seemed to slip and said in a trembling voice: "He should be... dead."

He was holding something in his hand.

Nie Mingjue said in a deep voice: “Give me the knife.”

Wei WuXian couldn’t see the expression on Meng Yao’s face, he could only hear a bitter smile in his voice: “Sect Master Nie, at this moment, please don’t even think about chopping me with your knife…”

Nie Mingjue was silent for a moment, gathering his strength, and snatched it away. Although Meng Yao was very agile, he was defeated by his strength and failed to defend himself. He quickly jumped away and said, "Sect Master Nie, you are still injured."

With a long knife in hand, Nie Mingjue said coldly: "Kill them."

The monks who were captured with Nie Mingjue.

Meng Yao said: "Sect Master Nie, you should know that in that situation just now... I couldn't do anything."

Nie Mingjue hated this kind of excuse the most. He was furious and slashed with his sword, angrily saying, "What do you mean there is no way? It's up to you whether to do it or not, and it's also up to you whether to kill or not!"

Meng Yao dodged and said defensively, "Is it really up to me? Sect Master Nie, if you and I were in each other's shoes..."

Nie Mingjue had anticipated what he was about to say and interrupted, “No!”

Meng Yao seemed exhausted. He dodged repeatedly, unable to cope with the situation. He almost tripped and looked a bit embarrassed. He took a few breaths and suddenly, as if he had exploded, he shouted, "Chi Feng Zun!!! Do you understand that if I don't kill them, you will be the one dying on the spot!!!"

This sentence is actually equivalent to "I am your savior, you can't kill me or you will be immoral", but Jin Guangyao is worthy of being Jin Guangyao, the same meaning is expressed in a different way, there is a kind of implicit grievance and reserved sadness. Sure enough, Nie Mingjue's movements froze, veins on his forehead bulged, and he stood still for a while. He clenched the handle of the knife and shouted: "Okay! Kill you, and then I will commit suicide!"

Meng Yao immediately shrank back after shouting that just now. Seeing Ba Xia coming at him, he was so scared that his soul flew away and he ran away. One of them was slashing and the other was running away, both of them were covered in blood and stumbling. Wei Wuxian was in this ridiculous situation. While he was slashing the future Immortal Supervisor with his hands, he was laughing to death in his heart. He thought that if Nie Mingjue was not seriously injured and his spiritual power was not strong enough, Meng Yao would have been chopped to death long ago. In the midst of the hustle and bustle, a stunned voice suddenly said: "Brother Mingjue!"

A man in a white robe flashed out from the forest. Meng Yao was as happy as if she had seen a god. She scrambled to get behind him and said, "Lord Zewu!!! Lord Zewu!!!"

Nie Mingjue was so angry that he didn’t even bother to ask why Lan Xichen was here. He shouted, “Xichen, get out of the way!”

Ba Xia was so aggressive that Shuo Yue had no choice but to unsheathe his sword. Lan Xichen half-supported and half-stopped him, saying, “Brother Mingjue, calm down! Why do you have to do this?”

Nie Mingjue said, “Why don’t you ask him what he did?!”

Lan Xichen turned to look at Meng Yao, who looked terrified and stammered as if afraid to speak. Nie Mingjue said, "When I escaped from Langxie, I wondered why I couldn't find you even after digging three feet into the ground! It turns out that you became Wen Gou's lackey, helping the tyrant to commit atrocities in the Nevernight City!"

Lan Xichen said, “Brother Mingjue.”

He rarely interrupted others when they were talking. Nie Mingjue was slightly startled. Lan Xichen then asked, “Do you know who gave you the Qishan Wen Clan’s battle formation diagram several times before?”

Nie Mingjue said, “You.”

Lan Xichen said: “I was just teleporting. Do you know who the source of the information has been?”

In this situation, the meaning of his words couldn't be more obvious. Nie Mingjue looked at Meng Yao who was looking down behind him, his eyebrows twitching, obviously in disbelief.

Lan Xichen said: “Don’t doubt it. I received news from him today, so I am here to meet him. Otherwise, why would I happen to be here?”

Nie Mingjue was speechless.

Lan Xichen continued, “After the incident at Langxie, A-Yao felt remorseful but didn’t dare to let you meet him, so she had to find a way to sneak into the Qishan Wen Clan and get close to Wen Ruohan, and then secretly sent a letter to me. At first, I didn’t know the identity of the messenger, but by chance I saw the clues and recognized him.” He turned to Meng Yao and whispered, “Didn’t you tell Brother Mingjue about this?”

"..." Meng Yao covered the wound on her arm and smiled bitterly, "Zewu Jun, you saw it too. Even if I told you just now, Sect Master Nie wouldn't believe it."

Nie Mingjue kept silent. Baxia and Shuoyue were still in a stalemate. Meng Yao looked at the sharp edges of the swords, his eyes full of fear. After a while, he still stood up and knelt down in front of Nie Mingjue.

Lan Xichen asked, “Meng Yao?”

Meng Yao whispered, "Sect Master Nie, just now in Yanyang Palace, although I tried to gain Wen Ruohan's trust and prevent him from finding out, I hurt you and spoke rudely to you. I knew that Old Sect Master Nie was a pain in your heart, but I still deliberately poked your scar... Although it was a last resort, I am really very sorry."

Nie Mingjue said, “It’s not me you should kneel to, but those cultivators you killed with your own hands.”

Meng Yao said: "Wen Ruohan has a cruel temper. He will go crazy if he is slightly disobeyed. Since I want to pretend to be his confidant, how can I sit back and watch others insult him? So..."

Nie Mingjue said, “Very good. It seems you have done these things a lot in the past.”

Meng Yao sighed and said, "I am in Qishan."

Lan Xichen did not retreat, and sighed: “Brother Mingjue, he is lurking in Qishan, and sometimes he does things... It’s inevitable. When he does something, his heart is also..."

Wei Wuxian shook his head in his heart: “Jun Zewu is still... too kind.” But then he thought again, he was so defensive because he was aware of Jin Guangyao’s various suspicions, but Meng Yao in front of Lan Xichen was an undercover agent who endured humiliation, had no choice but to take risks alone. The two had different perspectives, so how could their feelings be compared?

After a while, Nie Mingjue suddenly raised his knife. Lan Xichen said, “Brother Mingjue!”

Meng Yao closed her eyes, and Lan Xichen also clenched Shuoyue and said, "I'm sorry..."

Before he finished his words, the silver blade of the knife slashed down fiercely and hit a piece of hard stone nearby.

Meng Yao shrank his shoulders slightly at the sound of the metal and stone cracking. He turned his head to look and saw that the huge stone was split in half from head to toe.

The knife couldn't cut down after all. Ba Xia sheathed the sword, and Nie Mingjue turned around and walked away without looking back.

At this point, Wen Ruohan was dead. Although the Wen family in Qishan still had some remnants, they were no longer a force to be reckoned with and their defeat was inevitable.

And Meng Yao, a death warrior who had been lurking in the Never-Sleeping City for several years, became famous in one battle.

Wei Wuxian had also wondered why Nie Mingjue and him had become sworn brothers since Meng Yao betrayed the Qinghe Nie Clan. He wondered why they became sworn brothers. According to his observation, Lan Xichen had always hoped that they would reconcile and took the initiative to propose it. The most important thing was probably that he remembered the life-saving grace and the message. In fact, in all his past battles, he had more or less relied on the intelligence that Meng Yao had passed on through Lan Xichen. He still felt that Jin Guangyao was a rare talent and wanted to lead him back to the right path. But Jin Guangyao was no longer his subordinate. After they became sworn brothers, he had the status and position to supervise him, just like supervising and disciplining his younger brother Nie Huaisang.

After the Sun Shooting Campaign ended, the Lanling Jin Clan held a flower banquet that lasted for several days, inviting countless cultivators and families to attend the banquet, celebrating together.

On the Golden Scales Terrace, people were coming and going. In front of Nie Mingjue’s high and wide field of vision, the crowd kept parting, and both sides bowed their heads to greet him, saying “Lord Chifeng”. Wei Wuxian thought to himself: “This is going to be out of this world. These people are both afraid and respectful of Nie Mingjue. There are many people who are afraid of me, but not many who respect me.”

Jin Guangyao was standing next to the Sumeru throne. After swearing brotherhood with Nie Mingjue and Lan Xichen, and recognizing his ancestry, he had already dotted his forehead with cinnabar, put on a white robe with gold edges, and a black hat, and looked completely new and handsome. He was still smart, but his demeanor was calm, far from what he had been before.

Beside him, Wei WuXian actually saw a familiar figure.

Xue Yang.

Xue Yang was very young at this time. Although his face was still childish, he was already very tall. He was also wearing a gold star snow wave robe. Standing with Jin Guangyao, he looked like a spring breeze blowing on a willow, full of youthful elegance. They seemed to be talking about something interesting. Jin Guangyao smiled and made a gesture. The two exchanged glances. Xue Yang laughed loudly and glanced at the monks walking around carelessly. His eyes were full of contempt and indifference, as if they were all walking garbage. When he saw Nie Mingjue, he showed no fear like others, but bared his fangs in this direction. Jin Guangyao noticed that Nie Mingjue looked unhappy, so he quickly stopped smiling and whispered something to Xue Yang. Xue Yang waved his hand and staggered to the other side.

Jin Guangyao came over and said respectfully, "Big Brother."

Nie Mingjue asked, “Who is that person?”

After hesitating for a moment, Jin Guangyao answered cautiously: "Xue Yang."

Nie Mingjue frowned: "Kuizhou Xue Yang?"

Jin Guangyao nodded. Xue Yang had been notorious since he was young. Wei Wuxian could clearly feel that Nie Mingjue's brows had furrowed even tighter. He asked, "Why are you hanging out with someone like that?"

Jin Guangyao said, “The Lanling Jin Clan recruited him.”

He didn't dare to argue too much, and hurriedly fled to the other side under the pretext of receiving guests. Nie Mingjue shook his head and turned around. When he turned around, Wei Wuxian's eyes suddenly lit up, and it felt like frost and snow were falling from the sky and the moonlight was full of the room. Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji walked up side by side.

The two beauties of the Lan family stood together, one wearing a flute, the other carrying a zither; one gentle and elegant, the other aloof. But they both had beautiful looks and graceful demeanor. It was indeed the same color, but two different demeanors. No wonder they attracted the attention of others and were constantly amazed.

At this time, Lan Wangji's features were still a little immature, but he still had that cold expression that kept people at a distance. Wei Wuxian's eyes were glued to his face and he couldn't move them away no matter what. Regardless of whether he could hear him or not, Wei Wuxian shouted happily to himself: "Lan Zhan! I miss you so much! Hahahahahahahaha!"

Suddenly, a voice said, "Sect Master Nie, Sect Master Lan."

Wei Wuxian's heart skipped a beat when he heard this familiar voice. Nie Mingjue turned around and saw Jiang Cheng, dressed in purple, approaching with a sword in hand.

And the person standing next to Jiang Cheng was Wei Wuxian himself.

He saw himself, dressed in black, standing with his hands behind his back, with a black flute with bright red tassels on his waist. He was standing side by side with Jiang Cheng without a sword, nodding in greeting, with a slightly arrogant attitude, looking very mysterious and looking down on everyone. When Wei Wuxian saw his younger self's posture, his teeth ached, thinking that he was really pretending, and he wanted to rush up and beat him up.

Lan Wangji also saw Wei Wuxian standing next to Jiang Cheng. His eyebrows twitched, and soon his light-colored eyes turned back and looked straight ahead, still looking very dignified. Jiang Cheng and Nie Mingjue looked at each other with stern faces and nodded. They didn't have much to say. After a quick greeting, they went their separate ways. Wei Wuxian saw that the black-clothed him glanced left and right, and caught a glimpse of Lan Wangji. It seemed that just as he was about to speak, Jiang Cheng had walked over and stood beside him. The two lowered their heads and said something to each other with serious faces. Wei Wuxian laughed out loud, and walked side by side with Jiang Cheng to the other side. The pedestrians around them also automatically made way for them.

Wei Wuxian thought about it carefully. What did they say? He couldn't remember it at first, but from Nie Mingjue's gaze, he saw their lip shapes and remembered. At that time, he said: "Jiang Cheng, Chifeng Zun is much taller than you, haha."

Jiang Cheng said: "Go away. You want to die."

Nie Mingjue turned his gaze back and asked, "Why doesn't Wei Ying wear a sword?"

Wearing a sword is like wearing a formal dress. It is an indispensable symbol of etiquette at a grand event. People from aristocratic families pay particular attention to it. Lan Wangji said calmly, "I guess he forgot."

Nie Mingjue raised an eyebrow and asked, “Can you forget this?”

Lan Wangji said, “Not surprising.”

Wei WuXian thought to himself, “Great, I caught you talking bad about me behind my back.”

Lan Xichen smiled and said, “This Young Master Wei once said that he didn’t want to bother with all the formalities. Let alone not wearing a sword, even if he didn’t wear any clothes, what could others do to him? He is really young.”

Hearing his own arrogant words being spoken back then by others, the feeling was indescribable. Wei Wuxian felt somewhat ashamed, but helpless. At this moment, he heard Lan Wangji whispering beside him: "Frivolous."

He spoke very softly, as if he was speaking only to himself. These two words struck Wei Wuxian's ears, causing his heart to inexplicably skip a beat.

Lan Xichen looked at him and said, “Hey. Why are you still here?”

Lan Wangji was slightly puzzled, and said seriously: "Brother is here, so I am here too."

Lan Xichen asked, “Why don’t you go over and talk to him? They’re getting far away.”

Wei WuXian was very puzzled: "Why did ZeWu-Jun say this? Does Lan Zhan have something to say to me at this time?"

Before he could see how Lan Wangji reacted, there was a sudden noise from the other side of the Sumeru throne. Wei Wuxian heard his own angry shout coming from that side: "Jin Zixuan! Don't forget what you said and did. What does this mean now?!"

Wei WuXian remembered. It turned out to be this time!

On the other end, Jin Zixuan also said angrily: "I am asking Sect Master Jiang, not you! The person I am asking is Miss Jiang, what does it have to do with you!"

Wei WuXian said: “Well said! What does my senior sister have to do with you? Whose eyes grew on top of his forehead?”

Jin Zixuan said: "Master Jiang - this is my family's Huayan, this is your family's people! Do you want to intervene or not?"

Lan Xichen asked, “Why are you arguing again?”

Lan Wangji looked over there, but his feet were glued to the ground. After a while, as if he had made up his mind, he took a step forward. Just as he was about to walk over, Jiang Cheng's voice came over: "Wei Wuxian, shut up. Mr. Jin, I'm sorry. My sister is fine, thank you for your concern. We can talk about this next time."

Wei WuXian sneered, “Next time? There won’t be a next time! We don’t need him to worry about whether it’s good or not! Who is he?”

He turned and walked away. Jiang Cheng shouted, "Come back! Where are you going?"

Wei WuXian waved his hands and said, “Anywhere is fine! Just don’t let me see his face. I didn’t want to come in the first place, so you can handle this place on your own.”

Jiang Cheng was left behind, his face gradually clouded. Jin Guangyao was busy in the field, smiling at everyone he saw and doing things he did. When he saw the chaos here, he popped up again and said, "Master Wei, please stay!"

Wei Wuxian walked quickly with his hands behind his back. His face was gloomy and no one paid attention to him. Lan Wangji took a step towards him, but before he could say anything, they passed each other.

Jin Guangyao couldn’t catch up with Wei Wuxian, and stamped his feet and said, “Alas, he’s gone. Sect Leader Jiang, this…what should I do?”

Jiang Cheng concealed the gloom on his face and said, "Don't pay attention to him. He is used to being wild at home and doesn't know the rules." Then he started talking to Jin Zixuan.

Looking at the two of them, Wei Wuxian sighed in his heart. Fortunately, Nie Mingjue was not interested in the situation here and quickly looked away, so he could no longer see them.

The Nie family's immortal residence in Qinghe is not a pure world.

Nie Mingjue was sitting on a mat, with a zither lying across the table in front of Lan Xichen. After playing the zither, Jin Guangyao smiled and said, "Well, I've heard about my second brother's zither. I'll smash mine when I get back."

Lan Xichen said, “Third brother’s zither is also very good outside of Gusu. But was it taught by your mother?”

Jin Guangyao said, "No. I learned by myself. She never taught me these things. She only taught me to read and write, and bought me some very expensive sword manuals and mental methods to practice."

Lan Xichen was surprised: "Sword Manual?"

Jin Guangyao said, “Second brother, you haven’t seen it, have you? It’s the kind of booklet sold among the people, with some messy portraits and a bunch of mysterious words.” Lan Xichen smiled and shook his head, and Jin Guangyao also shook his head: “It’s all a lie, specifically designed to deceive women like my mother and ignorant children. There’s no harm in practicing it, but it won’t be of any benefit either.”

He sighed, "But my mother doesn't understand these things. She buys everything she sees no matter how expensive it is. She says that when she goes back to see my father someday, she must come with all her skills and not fall behind others. She spends all her money on this."

Lan Xichen plucked the strings twice and said, “You are very talented to be able to learn to this extent just by watching. If you have a famous teacher to guide you, you will make rapid progress.”

Jin Guangyao smiled and said, "The famous teacher is right in front of me, I dare not bother him."

Lan Xichen said, “Why not? Please take a seat, sir.”

Jin Guangyao then sat upright opposite him, pretending to listen attentively: "What does Mr. Lan want to teach you?"

Lan Xichen asked, “How about Qing Xin Yin?”

Jin Guangyao's eyes lit up, but before he could speak, Nie Mingjue looked up and said, "Second brother, Qing Xin Yin is one of your Gusu Lan clan's unique skills. Don't leak it."

Lan Xichen didn't take it seriously and said with a smile, "The Heart-Clearing Sound is different from the Barrier-Breaking Sound. It is effective in clearing the mind and calming the spirit. Why can't I keep such a healing skill to myself? Besides, how can I teach it to my third brother? How can it be considered leaking it?"

Since he already knew what was going on, Nie Mingjue didn't say anything more.

One day, he returned to the Impure World. As soon as he entered the hall, he saw Nie Huaisang standing in front of him with a dozen unfolded gold-painted folding fans. He was caressing them one by one, muttering to himself as he compared the inscriptions on each fan. Nie Mingjue's forehead immediately became bulging with veins, and he said, "Nie Huaisang!"

Nie Huaisang knelt immediately.

He was so scared that he knelt down, then he got up tremblingly and said, "Big Brother."

Nie Mingjue asked, “Where’s your knife?”

Nie Huaisang stammered, "In... in the room. No, in the training ground. No, let me... think about it..."

Wei WuXian could sense that Nie MingJue was ready to chop him into pieces: “You carry around a dozen fans, but you don’t even know where your sword is?!”

Nie Huaisang said hurriedly: "I'll go find it right away!"

Nie Mingjue said, “No need! You won’t be able to learn anything even if I ask you to. Burn all these things!”

Nie Huaisang was horrified and hurriedly pulled the fan back into his arms, saying, "No, brother! These were all given to me by others!"

Nie Mingjue slapped a table and cracked it, saying, “Whoever sent it, tell him to get out here!”

One person said, "I gave it to you."

Jin Guangyao walked in from outside the hall. Nie Huaisang was delighted as if he had seen a savior, and said, "Third brother, you are here!"

In fact, it’s not that Jin Guangyao can stop Nie Mingjue from getting angry, but when Jin Guangyao comes, Nie Mingjue usually only gets angry at him, and won’t bother to scold other people, so it’s not an exaggeration to say that he is Nie Huaisang’s savior. Nie Huaisang was overjoyed, calling out “Hello, Third Brother” repeatedly, while hurriedly hugging a table of fans. Seeing his brother’s appearance, Nie Mingjue was too angry and found it funny instead, and said to Jin Guangyao: “Don’t send him those messy things!”

Nie Huaisang was in a panic and dropped two fans on the ground. Jin Guangyao helped him pick them up and put them in his arms, saying, "Huaisang likes elegance and is obsessed with calligraphy and painting. He doesn't have those bad habits. How can you say he is a mess?"

Nie Huaisang nodded repeatedly: "Yes, Third Brother is right!"

Nie Mingjue said, “As the head of a family, you don’t need those things.”

Nie Huaisang said, "I don't want to be the head of the family. You can be the head, big brother. I won't do it!" His brother gave him a sidelong look, and he immediately shut up. Nie Mingjue turned to Jin Guangyao and said, "What are you doing here?"

Jin Guangyao said: "My second brother said he gave you a zither."

The zither was given by Lan Xichen to Nie Mingjue when he played the Heart-Clearing Sound to help him calm down. Jin Guangyao added, "Recently, the Gusu Lan Clan is at a critical juncture in rebuilding the Cloud Recesses. My eldest brother didn't allow him to come, so my second brother taught me the Heart-Clearing Sound. I think even if I can't match my second brother's exquisite zither skills, I can still help my eldest brother and calm him down a bit."

Nie Mingjue said, “Just do your own thing.”

Nie Huaisang was very interested and asked, "Third brother, what song is it? Can I listen to it? Let me tell you, the out-of-print version you found for me last time..."

Nie Mingjue shouted, “Go back to your room!”

Nie Huaisang quickly rolled away with his tail between his legs, but he certainly didn't roll back to the house, but went to the living room to get the gift that Jin Guangyao brought him. He interrupted a few times, and Nie Mingjue's anger had almost subsided. He turned around to look at Jin Guangyao, who looked a little tired, and was wearing a gold star snow wave robe that was a little dusty. He must have rushed from Jinlin Terrace. He paused and said, "Sit down."

Jin Guangyao nodded slightly, sat down as he was told, and said, "Brother, since you care about Huaisang, it would be good if you could give him a gentler admonition. Why do you have to do this?"

Nie Mingjue said, “Putting a knife to his neck and forcing him like this, it seems like he’s useless even if you beat him to death.”

Jin Guangyao said: "Huaisang is not useless, he just doesn't have the ambition to do this."

Nie Mingjue said, “You have figured out exactly what he is aiming for.”

Jin Guangyao smiled and said, "Of course, I am the best at this. The only one who can't figure it out is my eldest brother."

Knowing people's likes and dislikes and prescribing the right medicine for their condition is the best way to get things done with half the effort. Therefore, Jin Guangyao is an expert at figuring out people's hobbies. Only Nie Mingjue, Jin Guangyao could not find out any useful information. Wei Wuxian had seen Meng Yao when he worked under Nie Mingjue. He was not interested in women, wine or money. In his eyes, calligraphy and antiques were just a pile of ink and mud. There was no difference between the best brewed tea and the tea dregs from the roadside stalls. Meng Yao racked his brains but could not find out if he had any special hobbies besides practicing swords and killing Wen dogs every day. He was simply impenetrable. Hearing his self-deprecating tone, Nie Mingjue was not so disgusted and said, "Don't encourage his character."

Jin Guangyao smiled slightly and asked, "Brother, where is Second Brother's zither?"

Nie Mingjue pointed him in the direction.

After that, Jin Guangyao rushed from Lanling to Qinghe every few days to play the Qingxin Qu to help Nie Mingjue break his delusion and purify his heart. He did his best without any complaints. The Qingxin Qu was indeed mysterious and effective. Wei Wuxian could clearly feel that Nie Mingjue's anger was suppressed. While playing the piano, the conversation and interaction between the two of them were somewhat peaceful than before they had a falling out. He began to think that maybe the so-called reconstruction of the Cloud Recesses was just an excuse. Maybe Lan Xichen just wanted to give Nie Mingjue and Jin Guangyao a chance to ease their relationship.

However, just as he thought this, the next moment, a more violent rage rose up.

Nie Mingjue shook off the two disciples who didn't dare to step forward to stop him and rushed straight into the Garden of Bloom. Lan Xichen and Jin Guangyao were discussing something solemnly in the study. On the desk in front of them were several blueprints with various markings. Seeing him rush in, Lan Xichen was slightly startled and said, "Brother?"

Nie Mingjue said, “Don’t move.” Then he said to Jin Guangyao in a cold voice, “Come out.”

Jin Guangyao glanced at him, then at Lan Xichen, and said with a smile, “Second brother, please help me sort this out. I’m going to talk to my eldest brother about some private matters first, and I’ll ask you to explain it later.”

Lan Xichen looked worried, but Jin Guangyao stopped him and followed Nie Mingjue out of the Garden. As soon as the two of them reached the edge of the Golden Scale Terrace, Nie Mingjue struck them with a palm.

Several disciples nearby were startled. Jin Guangyao dodged the palm strike nimbly and lightly, signaling them not to act rashly. He said to Nie Mingjue, “Brother, why do you have to do this? We can talk it out if we have something to say.”

Nie Mingjue asked, "Where's Xue Yang?"

Jin Guangyao said: "He has been imprisoned in the dungeon and will never be released..."

Nie Mingjue asked, “What did you say in front of me at the beginning?”

Jin Guangyao remained silent. Nie Mingjue said, "I want him to pay with his blood, but you are keeping him alive for life?"

Jin Guangyao said cautiously: "As long as he is punished and cannot commit the crime again, there is no need to release him for life or to pay the blood debt with blood..."

Nie Mingjue said, “You recommended a good guest official, and he did a good thing! How dare you protect him now?”

Jin Guangyao defended himself, "I didn't protect him. I was also shocked by the incident with the Liyang Chang family. How could I have expected Xue Yang to kill more than 50 people in the family? But my father insisted on keeping this man..."

Nie Mingjue said, "Shocked? Who recruited him? Who recommended him? Who valued him? Don't use your father as a cover. Don't you know what Xue Yang is doing?!"

Jin Guangyao sighed and said, "Brother, this is really my father's order. I can't refuse. Now you want me to deal with Xue Yang, how do you want me to explain to him?"

Nie Mingjue said, “No need to waste time, bring Xue Yang’s head to me.”

Jin Guangyao wanted to say something, but Nie Mingjue had already lost his patience and said, “Meng Yao, stop playing tricks on me. None of your tricks have worked any more!”

For a moment, Jin Guangyao's face showed a hint of embarrassment, as if he was a person with a hidden illness who had his shortcomings exposed in public, with nowhere to hide and no place to hide.

He said, "My tricks? Which tricks? Big brother, you always scold me for being scheming and not up to par. You said you are upright and fearless, a real man who doesn't need to play any conspiracies. Well, you are of noble birth and have high cultivation. But what about me? Am I the same as you? I don't have your high cultivation and solid foundation. Who taught me all my life? I don't have a noble family background. Do you think I am standing firmly in the Lanling Jin family now? Do you think I will rise to the top after Jin Zixuan's death? Jin Guangshan would rather take back another illegitimate son than let me succeed him! You want me to be fearless? I am afraid of heaven and earth, and I am also afraid of people! It's easy to talk without any pain in the waist, and a full man does not know the hunger of a hungry man."

Nie Mingjue said coldly, “In the final analysis, what you mean is nothing more than that you don’t want to kill Xue Yang and don’t want your position in the Lanling Jin Clan to be shaken.”

Jin Guangyao said: "Of course I don't want to!"

He raised his head, with an unknown flame flickering in his eyes, and said, "But big brother, I have always wanted to ask you a question: the number of lives lost under your command is only more than mine, not less. Why did you keep bringing up the past when I was just forced to kill a few monks?"

Nie Mingjue laughed out of anger and said, “Okay! I’ll answer you. Countless souls have died under my sword, but I never kill for my own selfish desires, and I definitely never kill to climb up the social ladder!”

Jin Guangyao said: "Brother, I understand what you mean. Are you trying to say that all the people you killed deserved it?"

Not knowing where he got the courage from, he laughed twice and took a few steps towards Nie Mingjue. He raised his voice and said aggressively, "Then may I ask, how do you judge whether a person deserves his punishment? Is your standard correct? If I kill one person and save a hundred, does that mean my merit outweighs my fault, or do I deserve it? To accomplish great things, there must be some sacrifices."

Nie Mingjue asked, "Then why don't you sacrifice yourself? Are you nobler than them? Are you different from them?"

Jin Guangyao stared at him for a long while, as if he had finally made up his mind, or as if he had given up on something, and said calmly, "Yes."

He raised his head, his expression showing three parts of pride, three parts of calmness, and three parts of faint madness, and said: "Of course I am different from them!"

Nie Mingjue was irritated by his expression and words.

He raised his foot, but Jin Guangyao was not prepared at all and did not dodge, so he was kicked right on top and rolled down from the Jinlin Terrace.

Nie Mingjue bowed his head and shouted, “Son of a whore, no wonder he’s like this!”

Jin Guangyao rolled down more than fifty steps before landing on the ground. He climbed up without even lying on the ground for a while. He waved away several servants and disciples who surrounded him, dusted off the dust on his Jinxing Xuelang robe, slowly raised his head, and looked at Nie Mingjue. His eyes were very calm, even a little indifferent. Nie Mingjue drew his sword from its sheath, and Lan Xichen happened to be waiting for someone to come back, so he was still worried and walked out of the inner hall to see what was going on. When he saw this scene, he immediately drew out his Shuoyue and said, "What happened to you guys?"

Jin Guangyao said: "Nothing. Thank you for your teachings, brother."

Nie Mingjue said, “Don’t stop me!”

Lan Xichen said, “Brother, put the knife away first. You are distracted!”

Nie Mingjue said, “I’m not confused. I know what I’m doing. He is hopeless. If he continues like this, he will harm the world. The sooner he is killed, the sooner he will live!”

Lan Xichen was stunned and said, “Brother, what are you talking about? He has been running back and forth between Qinghe and Lanling these days, and is this all you can say in return is that he is hopeless?”

To deal with a man like Nie Mingjue, both mentioning kindness and hatred are good strategies. As expected, he hesitated and glanced at Jin Guangyao. Blood was flowing from his forehead, but in addition to the recent injury from the fall, there was an old injury wrapped in a bandage, but it was hidden because he was wearing a soft gauze hat. At this time, the new and old injuries collapsed at the same time, so he took off the bandage, wiped it on the wound, wiped off the blood, so that his clothes would not be stained, and then threw it on the ground, standing there without saying a word, no one knew what he was thinking. Lan Xichen turned around and said, "Third brother, you go back, I will talk to my eldest brother."

Jin Guangyao bowed and turned away. Noticing that Nie Mingjue's hand had lessened in strength, Lan Xichen also withdrew his sword, patted his shoulder, and led him to the side.

Lan Xichen walked away and said, “Brother, you may not know that my third brother is in a very bad situation right now.”

Nie Mingjue said in a cold voice: "In his mouth, he seems to be in dire straits forever."

Even so, the knife had already been slowly sheathed. Lan Xichen asked, “Who said it wasn’t true? Did he just contradict you? Do you think he would do this in the past?”

It really wasn't, it was indeed abnormal. Jin Guangyao was not a person who couldn't hold back his anger. He knew how to deal with Nie Mingjue and he had to give in. The outburst of venting anger just now was indeed unlike him.

Lan Xichen said, “His mother didn’t like him in the first place, and after Brother Zixuan passed away, she often beat and scolded him. His father also refused to listen to him recently and rejected all the proposals he submitted.”

Wei WuXian thought of the stack of blueprints on the table, and understood: “Observation tower.”

Finally, Lan Xichen said, “Don’t push him too hard for now. I believe he knows what to do. Just give him a little more time.”

Nie Mingjue said, “I hope so.”

Wei Wuxian thought that after being kicked by Nie Mingjue, Jin Guangyao would behave himself for a while. But after a few days, he came to the Unclean World as usual.

Nie Mingjue was personally supervising and instructing Nie Huaisang in his sword training on the training ground. He ignored him and he stood respectfully at the edge of the inner training ground waiting. Nie Huaisang had little interest and the sun was too hot, so he practiced very perfunctorily. He complained of being tired after a few moves and happily wanted to go to Jin Guangyao to see what gifts he had brought this time. In the past, Nie Mingjue would at most frown at this, but this time he was furious: "Nie Huaisang, do you want me to chop you off the head with this sword? Get back here!"

If Nie Huaisang could sense how angry Nie Mingjue was at the moment like Wei Wuxian did, he wouldn't be so playful. He said, "Brother, the time has come. It's time to rest!"

Nie Mingjue said, “You just rested an incense stick ago. Keep going until you can do it.”

Nie Huaisang was still feeling elated and said, "I can't learn it anyway, so I won't practice today!"

He had often said this in the past, but who would have thought that today Nie Mingjue's reaction was completely different from before. He shouted, "I have taught a pig so well, why can't I teach you?!"

Unexpectedly, he exploded suddenly. Nie Huaisang was startled by his roar, and shrank back to Jin Guangyao. Seeing the two men getting together, Nie Mingjue became even more furious and said, "You haven't learned a set of sword techniques in a year, and you complain about being tired after standing in the training ground for an incense stick. I don't ask you to make a name for yourself, but you can't even protect yourself! How could the Qinghe Nie family produce a waste like you! Tie them up one by one and beat them every day. Take all the things in his room out!"

He said the last sentence to the students standing at the edge of the training ground. Seeing them go, Nie Huaisang was uneasy. After a while, the row of students really brought all the calligraphy, paintings, porcelain, and folding fans from his room. Nie Mingjue always said he would burn his things in the past, but he never really did it. This time, he was serious. Nie Huaisang panicked and rushed over and said, "Brother! You can't burn it!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Jin Guangyao also said, "Brother, don't be impulsive." However, Nie Mingjue had already swung his sword, and the beautiful things piled in the center of the training ground were submerged in the raging fire that shot up into the sky. Nie Huaisang screamed and jumped into the fire to save it. Jin Guangyao quickly grabbed him and said, "Huaisang, be careful!"

Nie Mingjue slapped the air with his left hand, and the two white porcelains that Nie Huaisang had snatched were shattered in his hands, and the scrolls, calligraphy and paintings had already turned into a pile of ashes in an instant. Nie Huaisang watched helplessly as all the beloved things he had collected over the years turned into ashes, like a wooden chicken. Jin Guangyao grabbed his palm and examined it, saying, "Are you burned?" He turned back and said to several disciples, "Please prepare some medicine first."

Several disciples should retreat. Nie Huaisang stood there, trembling all over, looking at Nie Mingjue, bloodshot eyes. Jin Guangyao saw that he looked wrong, put his arm around his shoulders, and whispered: "Huaisang, what's wrong with you? Don't look at me, go inside and rest first."

Nie Huaisang's eyes were red, and he said nothing. Jin Guangyao said again: "It doesn't matter if the things are gone, Third Brother will find them for you later..."

Nie Mingjue said coldly, “If he moves into my house again, I will burn him.”

Nie Huaisang suddenly flashed with anger and boredom. He threw the knife to the ground and shouted, "Burn it!!!"

Jin Guangyao hurriedly said: "Huaisang! Your elder brother is angry, don't..."

Nie Huaisang yelled at Nie Mingjue, “Knife, knife, knife! Who the hell wants to practice that crap?! I’m happy to be a waste, so what?! Whoever wants to be the head of the family can be the head! I can’t do it, I don’t like it, I don’t like it! What’s the point of forcing me?!”