Jinlin Terrace.

Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji walked side by side, slowly in the sea of ​​flowers covered with golden snow waves.

Lan Xichen casually brushed across a full, white golden star, his movements so gentle that not even a drop of dew fell off. He said, "Wangji, you have something on your mind, why are you so worried?" Although this worried look, to others, was probably no different from Lan Wangji's other expressions.

Lan Wangji frowned and shook his head. After a while, he whispered, "Brother, I want to take someone back to the Cloud Recesses."

Lan Xichen was surprised and asked, "Take them back to the Cloud Recesses?"

Lan Wangji nodded with a heavy heart. After a pause, he said, "Take it back... and hide it."

Lan Xichen’s eyes widened immediately.

His younger brother had become more and more dull since his mother passed away. Apart from going out for night hunting, he would lock himself in the room all day long to read, meditate, write, play the piano, and practice. He didn't like to talk to anyone, and only talked to him a few more times. However, it was the first time that such words came out of his mouth.

Lan Xichen asked, “Hide?”

Lan Wangji frowned slightly and added, "But he doesn't want to."

At this time, there was a commotion ahead, and someone spat, "Do you think you can walk on this road? Who told you to walk recklessly?"

Another young voice said, "Excuse me. I..."

Upon hearing this voice, Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji raised their heads at the same time. They saw two people standing beside the screen wall. The one who just scolded was Jin Zixun, followed by several servants and monks. The one being scolded was a young man in white. The man glanced at Lan Xichen and the others, his face turned pale, and he couldn't say the next words. Just when Jin Zixun was looking at them coldly, Jin Guangyao appeared at the right time to save them.

He said to the man in white, "The roads on Jinlin Terrace are complicated. No wonder Master Su took the wrong road. Please follow me."

When Jin Zixun saw him appear, he snorted and walked around them. The man in white was startled and asked, "Do you recognize me?"

Jin Guangyao smiled and said, "Of course I remember. Why not? Didn't we meet before? Master Su Minshan, your swordsmanship is really good. I kept thinking during the last hunting trip at Baifeng Mountain that it would be a pity if such a young talent didn't come to our house. Later, he really came to our house, which made me very happy. Please, come this way?"

There were countless sword cultivators like Su She who had defected to the Lanling Jin Clan. He originally thought that few people would recognize him, but Jin Guangyao only met him once and remembered him clearly and praised him highly. Su She's expression relaxed greatly and he stopped looking at the Lan brothers over there. He followed Jin Guangyao, as if he was afraid that they would come forward to mock or point fingers at him.

In the Douyan Hall, Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji took their seats one by one. It was inconvenient to continue talking about the previous topic during the meal, and Lan Wangji returned to his usual cold and frosty state. The Gusu Lan Clan was known for not liking to drink. After Jin Guangyao's arrangement, there were no wine cups on the small table in front of the two of them, only tea cups and a few refreshing small plates. No one came forward to toast, and the place was quiet. Who knew that before long, a man in a gold star snow wave robe suddenly came over, holding a wine cup in each hand, and shouted: "Master Lan, Han Guangjun, I toast you two!"

This person was none other than Jin Zixun, who had been toasting everyone since a while ago. Jin Guangyao knew that Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji didn't like drinking, so he hurried over and said, "Zixun, Zewu-Jun and Hanguang-Jun are both from the Cloud Recesses. There are three thousand family rules engraved on the Discipline Stone. You might as well let them drink..."

Jin Zixun couldn't stand Jin Guangyao, and felt that he was of low birth and was ashamed to be from the same clan as him, so he interrupted directly: "We are a family of Jin and Lan. We are all family. If the two Lan brothers don't drink, then you look down on me!"

Several of his fans on the side clapped their hands and praised him, "What a bold and generous person!"

"This is what a famous person should be like!"

Jin Guangyao kept his smile, but sighed silently and rubbed his temple. Lan Xichen stood up and declined, but Jin Zixun kept pestering him, saying to Lan Xichen, "Don't say anything, Sect Master Lan, our two families are different from outsiders, don't treat me the same way you treat outsiders! Just say whether you want to drink or not!"

The corners of Jin Guangyao’s smiling mouth twitched. He looked at Lan Xichen with an apologetic look and said gently, “Sect Master Lan and the others will have to fly back on their swords later. I’m afraid drinking will affect their flying skills…”

Jin Zixun disagreed: "How can I fall down after drinking two cups? Even if I drink eight cups of wine, I can still fly into the sky!"

There were voices of praise and applause all around. Lan Wangji was still sitting there, staring coldly at the glass of wine that Jin Zixun had forced in front of him. He seemed to be about to speak, but suddenly, a hand took the wine cup.

Lan Wangji was slightly startled, his frowning brows suddenly relaxed, and he looked up.

The first person who caught my eye was a man in black clothes, with a flute at his waist, and a blood-red tassel hanging from the end of the flute. The man stood with his hands behind his back, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, showing the empty bottom of the wine cup to Jin Zixun, and said, "I'll drink it for him, are you satisfied?"

His eyes and eyebrows were smiling, and his voice was slightly raised. He was tall and graceful, and handsome.

Lan Xichen asked, “Master Wei?”

One person exclaimed in a low voice: "When did he come?!"

Wei WuXian put down the wine cup, straightened his collar with one hand, and said, “Just now.”

Just now? But no one had announced or greeted him just now, and no one had noticed when he had quietly arrived at Douyan Hall. Everyone could not help but feel a chill. Jin Guangyao reacted quickly and was still extremely enthusiastic, saying, "I wonder if Master Wei is visiting Jinlin Terrace. I am sorry for not welcoming you in person. Do you need a seat? Oh, by the way, do you have an invitation?"

Wei WuXian didn't exchange pleasantries and went straight to the point: "No, I don't have any." He nodded slightly to Jin ZiXun and said, "Master Jin, please excuse me for a moment."

Jin Zixun said: "If you have anything to say, please come back after our banquet is over."

In fact, he had no intention of talking to Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian also saw this and asked, "How long do you have to wait?"

Jin Zixun said: "Three or four hours. Maybe five or six hours. Or tomorrow."

Wei WuXian said, “I’m afraid I can’t wait that long.”

Jin Zixun said proudly: "We have to wait even if we can't."

Jin Guangyao asked, "I wonder what you, Master Wei, want to talk to Zixun about? Is it urgent?"

Wei WuXian said, “It is urgent and cannot be delayed.”

Jin Zixun turned to Lan Xichen, raised his other cup and said, “Sect Master Lan, come on, you haven’t finished your cup yet!”

Seeing that he was deliberately delaying, Wei WuXian's eyebrows flashed with a dark aura, and he narrowed his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, and said: "Okay, then I will speak directly here. Excuse me, Mr. Jin, do you know Wen Ning?"

Jin Zixun said: "Wen Ning? I don't know."

Wei WuXian said, “You must remember this person. Last month, you were hunting at night in Ganquan area and chased an eight-winged bat king to the settlement, or detention area, of the remnants of the Wen Clan in Qishan. You took away a group of Wen Clan disciples, and the one leading them was him.”

After the Sun Shooting Campaign, the Qishan Wen Clan was destroyed, and the territories that had expanded were divided up by other clans. The Ganquan area was assigned to the Lanling Jin Clan. As for the remnants of the Wen Clan, they were all driven to a corner of Qishan, occupying less than one thousandth of the original territory, living there in a small space, barely surviving. Jin Zixun said, "If you don't remember, then you don't remember. I'm not that free to bother remembering the name of a Wen dog."

Wei WuXian said, “Okay, I don’t mind telling you in more detail. You couldn’t catch the Bat King, and you happened to meet a few Wen family disciples who came to check out the anomaly. You forced them to carry the Yin Summoning Flag as bait for you. They didn’t dare to do so, and one of them came out to argue with you. This person is the Wen Ning I mentioned. As time went by, the Bat King escaped, and you beat up these Wen family monks and took them away by force. They disappeared. Do I need to tell you more details? They haven’t returned yet. Apart from asking you, I really don’t know who else I can ask.”

Jin Zixun asked, "Wei Wuxian, what do you mean? Are you looking for me for someone? Are you trying to stand up for Wen Gou?"

Wei WuXian smiled and said, “What do you care whether I want to stand out or behead you? Just hand it over!”

At the last sentence, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared, and his voice suddenly turned cold. It was obvious that he had lost his patience. Many people in the Douyan Hall couldn't help but shudder. Jin Zixun's scalp was also numb. However, his anger immediately surged up, and he shouted: "Wei Wuxian, you are so arrogant! Did I, the Lanling Jin Sect, invite you today? You dare to stand here and act so presumptuous, do you really think you are invincible and no one dares to mess with you? What do you want to do?"

Wei WuXian laughed and said, “Are you comparing yourself to the heavens? Excuse me, but this is a bit shameless.”

Although Jin Zixuan had long regarded the Lanling Jin Clan as the new heaven, he knew that he had spoken out of turn. His face turned slightly red, and he was about to raise his voice to fight back, but at this moment, Jin Guangshan, who was the chief, spoke up.

He chuckled and said, "It's not a big deal in the first place, why should a young man get angry? But Master Wei, let me say something fair. It's really inappropriate for you to barge in when my Lanling Jin Clan is having a private banquet."

It is impossible to say that Jin Guangshan does not mind the hunting at Baifeng Mountain. This is why he just smiled and watched Jin Zixun confront Wei Wuxian without trying to dissuade him, and only spoke up when Jin Zixun was at a disadvantage. Wei Wuxian nodded and said, "Master Jin, I did not mean to disturb the private banquet. Sorry for the offense. However, the whereabouts of the people taken away by this Master Jin are unknown. If I delay, they may not be saved. One of them saved my life, and I cannot stand by and watch. Please forgive me, and I will apologize in the future."

Jin Guangshan said: "What can't be put off until later? Come on, sit down first and we'll talk slowly."

Jin Guangyao had already quietly set up a new table. Wei Wuxian said, “Master Jin, you are too polite. I will not sit down. This matter cannot be delayed any longer. Please resolve it as soon as possible.”

Jin Guangshan said, "There's no rush. If we count carefully, we still have some things to settle that can't be delayed any longer. Since you're here now, how about we take this opportunity to settle it all at once?"

Wei WuXian raised an eyebrow and asked, “What are you settling?”

Jin Guangshan said, "Master Wei, we have mentioned this to you a few times before. You must have forgotten it... You used something during the Sun Shooting Campaign."

Wei WuXian said, “Oh, you did mention it. Yin Tiger Talisman. What’s wrong with it?”

Jin Guangshan said: "It is said that this Yin Tiger Talisman was forged from the iron essence of an iron sword that you got from the bottom of the Slaughtering Xuanwu Cave. You used it once on the battlefield that year. The power was so terrifying that some of your fellow practitioners were also affected by the remaining power..."

Wei WuXian interrupted, “Please get to the point.”

Jin Guangshan said: "This is the point. In that battle, not only the Wen family suffered a lot of losses, but we also suffered a lot. I think such a magic weapon is difficult to control. If it is kept by one person alone, I am afraid..."

Before he finished speaking, Wei WuXian suddenly laughed.

After laughing a few times, he said, "Master Jin, let me ask you one more question. Do you think that now that the Qishan Wen Clan is gone, the Lanling Jin Clan should naturally take its place?"

There was complete silence in the Douyan Hall.

Wei WuXian added: “Everything must be handed over to you, and everyone must listen to you? Looking at the Lanling Jin Clan’s style of doing things, I almost thought it was still the heyday of Prince Wen.”

Hearing this, a trace of anger flashed across Jin Guangshan's square face. After the Sun Shooting Campaign, the major families gradually began to complain about Wei Wuxian's practice of the ghost way. He mentioned the Yin Tiger Talisman here with the intention of threatening Wei Wuxian and reminding him that you still have a handle, and everyone is watching you, don't be too arrogant, don't dream of riding on our head. Who knew that Wei Wuxian would speak so nakedly and bloody? Although he had secretly wanted to take over the position of the Wen family, no one dared to expose it so openly, and even mocked it. A guest official to his right shouted: "Wei Wuxian! How can you talk like that!"

Wei WuXian said, “I am wrong? Forcing people to be bait, and suppressing them in every way if they don’t obey. Is this any different from the Wen Clan of Qishan?”

Another guest official stood up and said, "Of course there is a difference. Wen Gou has committed many evil deeds, and they deserved such an end. We are just giving them a tooth for a tooth, letting them suffer the consequences of their own evil deeds. What else can we blame them for?"

Wei WuXian said, “Whoever bit you should be punished. Wen Ning’s hands are not stained with blood. Do you want to punish him for this?”

One person said, "Master Wei, you said that their hands were not stained with blood? This is just your one-sided statement. Where is the evidence?"

Wei WuXian said, “You think they killed people indiscriminately, isn’t that just your one-sided opinion? Shouldn’t you have produced the evidence first? Why are you asking me for it?”

The man shook his head repeatedly, with a look of "this person is unreasonable". Another person sneered: "When the Wen clan massacred our people, they were a thousand times more cruel than this! They didn't talk to us about morality, so why should we talk to them about morality?"

Wei WuXian smiled and said, “Oh. Wen dogs have committed many evil deeds, so everyone with the surname Wen can be killed? That’s not right. Many of the rebels who surrendered from Qishan are now doing well. Aren’t there several people here who are the heads of the families that were originally affiliated with the Wen family?”

When the heads of the families saw that he had recognized them, their expressions changed immediately. Wei WuXian added, “Since anyone with the surname Wen can be used to vent anger, regardless of whether they are innocent or not, does that mean I can just kill them all now?”

Before he finished speaking, he put his hand on the Chen Qing at his waist. In an instant, everyone in the banquet hall was awakened to certain memories, as if they had returned to the dark battlefield with mountains of corpses and seas of blood. In an instant, people stood up all around, and Lan Wangji said in a deep voice: "Wei Ying!"

Jin Guangyao was closest to Wei Wuxian, but his expression remained unchanged. He said in a gentle voice, "Master Wei, please don't do anything rash. We can discuss everything."

Jin Guangshan also stood up, filled with shock, anger, fear and hatred: "Wei Wuxian! Sect Master Jiang... Sect Master Jiang is not here, and you are so reckless!"

Wei WuXian said sternly, “Do you think that I won’t act recklessly just because he’s here? If I want to kill someone, who can stop me? Who dares to stop me?!”

Lan Wangji said word by word: "Wei Ying, put down Chen Qing."

Wei Wuxian glanced at him, and saw his own ferocious reflection in those eyes that were as light as glass. He suddenly turned his head and shouted, "Jin Zixun!"

Jin Guangshan said hurriedly: "Zixun!"

Wei WuXian said, “Stop talking nonsense. I’m sure you all know that my patience is limited. Where are you? I’ve wasted so much time with you. I’ll only give you three shouts. Three!”

Jin Zixun wanted to grit his teeth and resist, but when he saw Jin Guangshan's expression, his heart turned cold. Wei Wuxian said again: "Second!"

Jin Zixun then shouted, "... Forget it! Forget it! They are just a few warm dogs. If you want to use them, take them. I don't want to bother with you today! Just go to Qiongqi Road and look for them yourself!"

Wei WuXian sneered and said, “You should have said no earlier.”

He came and went like the wind. As soon as his figure disappeared, the dark clouds in many people's hearts finally dissipated. In the Douyan Hall, those who were originally unable to sit still sat down in twos and threes, and most of them were already sweating coldly. Jin Guangshan stood there in a daze. After a while, he suddenly became furious and kicked over the small table in front of him. The table full of gold cups and silver dishes rolled down the stairs. Seeing that he lost his composure, Jin Guangyao tried to smooth things over and said, "Father..."

Before he finished speaking, Jin Guangshan had already left. Jin Zixun also felt deeply that he had lost face by giving in in front of everyone just now, and he was angry and resentful, and wanted to leave as well. Jin Guangyao hurriedly said: "Zixun..."

Jin Zixuan was furious, and without thinking, he threw the glass of wine in his hand and smashed it into Jin Guangyao's chest. The golden waves of snow on the chest of the snow-white robe suddenly opened another splash of wine, which was very embarrassing. But the scene was too chaotic, and no one cared about this inappropriate and rude behavior. Only Lan Xichen said, "Third brother!"

Jin Guangyao hurriedly said, "It's okay, it's okay, second brother, please sit down."

Lan Xichen was not in a position to comment on Jin Zixun, so he simply took out a snow-white handkerchief and handed it to him, saying, "Go downstairs and change your clothes."

Jin Guangyao took the handkerchief, wiped it with a wry smile and said, "I can't leave."

He was the only one left in the field to clean up the mess and teach him how to get out of it. While he was trying to appease the whole crowd, he said anxiously: "Alas, this young master Wei is really too impulsive. How could he speak like this in front of so many people?"

Lan Wangji said coldly: "Isn't he right?"

Jin Guangyao was slightly startled, then laughed, "Haha. Yes. That's right. But that's why I can't say it to your face."

Lan Xichen seemed to be thinking about something, and said, "This young master Wei has really changed his character."

Hearing this, Lan Wangji frowned, and a hint of pain flashed in his light-colored eyes.

After descending from Jinlin Terrace, Wei Wuxian wandered around Lanling City and entered an alley. He said, “Found it. Let’s go.”

Wen Qing had been sitting in the alley uncomfortably for a long time, and rushed out immediately after hearing this. She was weak at the moment, a little dizzy, and her foot sprained. Wei Wuxian supported her body with one hand and suggested: "Do you want me to find a place for you to rest? I can go alone, and I will definitely bring Wen Ning back."

She grabbed him tenderly and said, "No need! No need! I want to go, I must go!"

After Wen Ning disappeared, she almost ran non-stop from Qishan to Yunmeng on her own two legs. She hadn't slept for several days. When she saw Wei Wuxian, she urged him and begged him like crazy. At this moment, her lips were pale and her eyes were straight, and she was almost unrecognizable. Wei Wuxian saw that she was about to collapse, and he didn't have time to let her eat slowly, so he bought a few white flour buns on the street and asked her to eat them. Wen Qing also knew that she was almost at her limit and had to eat. With her messy hair, red eyes, and teeth biting the buns fiercely, Wei Wuxian remembered the situation when he and Jiang Cheng were fleeing on the road. He promised again: "It's okay. I will definitely bring Wen Ning out."

Wen Qing choked up while eating, "I knew I shouldn't have left... But I had no choice. They forced me to move to another city. When I came back, Wen Ning and his whole family were gone! I knew it wouldn't work to leave him alone!"

Wei WuXian said, “He can do it.”

Wen Qing collapsed and said, "He can't do it! Aning has been timid since he was a child. He is afraid of things and cowardly. Even his subordinates dare not provoke those with a bigger temper. They are all submissive like him! If he encounters something without me, I don't know what to do!"

When Wei Wuxian said goodbye to her with Jiang Cheng on his back, Wen Qing said: "No matter what the outcome of this battle is, from now on, you and we owe each other nothing. We are even." Her expression of arrogance is still vivid in my mind. However, last night she held Wei Wuxian's hand tightly, almost kneeling in front of him, begging: "Wei Wuxian, Wei Wuxian, Master Wei, please help me. I really can't find anyone who can help me, you must help me save Aning! I really have no other choice but to find you!"

The original pride is gone.

Qiongqi Road is an ancient road in a valley. According to legend, this road is the place where Wen Mao, the ancestor of the Wen family in Qishan, became famous in a battle. Hundreds of years ago, he fought a fierce battle with an ancient beast for 9981 days and finally killed it. This ancient beast is Qiongqi, a mythical beast that punishes good and promotes evil, confuses evil, likes to eat upright and loyal people, and gives gifts to evildoers. Of course, whether this legend is true or exaggerated by the descendants of the Wen family in Qishan to deify their ancestors is impossible to verify.

After hundreds of years, this valley has changed from a dangerous and important road to a place of praise and sightseeing. After the Sun Shooting Campaign, the various families divided up the territory of the Qishan Wen Clan, and the Qiongqi Road was also taken over by the Lanling Jin Clan. The high and wide cliffs on both sides of the original mountain road were all carved with the life and deeds of the great sage Wen Mao. After the Lanling Jin Clan took over, they naturally could not let these glorious pasts of the Qishan Wen Clan continue to remain, and are working on rebuilding. Rebuilding means that the entire high mountain murals on both sides must be chiseled clean, completely cleared, and new totems must be engraved. Of course, in the end, a new name that can highlight the bravery of the Lanling Jin Clan must be changed.

Such a large project naturally requires a lot of coolies. And there is no better candidate for these coolies than the Wen family prisoners of war who became stray dogs after the Sun Shooting Campaign.

When the two arrived at Qiongqi Road, it was already night, and cold rain was falling from the dark sky. Wen Qing followed Wei Wuxian closely, shivering as if she was cold from the inside out. Wei Wuxian had to support her from time to time. There was a row of temporary sheds in front of the valley for the prisoners to rest at night. With Wen Qing, Wei Wuxian saw a hunched figure in the distance, covered with rain, carrying a large flag and walking slowly. When he got closer, he found that the person carrying the flag was a trembling old woman, with a confused young child on her back. The child was tied to the old woman's back with a cloth strip and was biting his fingers seriously. The old man and the child walked back and forth on the road. The old woman had a hard time carrying the high flag. She took a break after walking two steps and put the flag down. Seeing this, Wen Qing cried out with red eyes: "Grandma! It's me!"

The old man's eyesight and ears were not working well, so he didn't see or hear clearly who was coming. He only knew that someone was approaching and shouting something. He quickly raised the flag again, with a look of fear on his face, as if he was afraid of being discovered and scolded. Wen Qing ran forward, grabbed the flag, and said, "What is this? What are you doing!"

The flag had a huge sun emblem of the Qishan Wen Clan painted on it, but now it was painted with a blood-red cross, and the flag was torn into tatters. Since the Sun Shooting Campaign, countless people have been labeled as "Wen Dog Remnants", and countless ways of torturing them have been called "self-reflection". Wei Wuxian knew that this old woman must be too old to do hard labor like the others, so the person in charge here came up with this way to torment her, asking her to carry the Wen Clan's broken flag and walk around to humiliate herself.

The old woman shrank in shock at first, and when she could barely make out who it was, she opened her mouth and said tenderly, "Grandma, where is Aning? Where are Fourth Uncle and the others? Where is Aning?!" The old woman looked at Wei Wuxian behind her, not daring to speak, and only looked towards the valley. She didn't care about anything else and ran away tenderly.

Torches were placed on both sides of the wide valley. The flames flickered slightly in the fine rain, but they were still burning brightly, illuminating the hundreds of figures carrying heavy loads on the mountain path.

All of these prisoners were pale-faced, and their steps were sluggish and slow. They were not allowed to use spiritual power or external forces, not only because the Lanlingjin Clan was wary of them, but also because it was meant to be a punishment. A dozen supervisors, holding black umbrellas, rode through the rain and scolded them. Wen Qing rushed into the rain, her eyes frantically scanning every dusty and tired face. A supervisor noticed her, raised his hand and shouted, "Where are you from? Who told you to barge in here!"

Wen Qing said anxiously: "I'm looking for someone, I'm looking for someone!"

The supervisor rode his horse closer, pulled out something from his waist, and waved it, saying, "I don't care whether you are looking for someone or someone is looking for you, just go! If you don't leave now..."

At this moment, he saw a young man in black walking towards the young woman, and his voice suddenly stopped as if his tongue was tied.

The young man had a handsome face, but his eyes were quite cold, staring at him and making him shiver involuntarily. Soon, he realized that the young man was not staring at him, but at the iron brand he was waving in his hand.

The iron brands in the hands of these supervisors were exactly the same as those used by the servants of the Wen family in Qishan in the past, except that the shape of the branding blade on the top was changed from a sun pattern to a peony pattern.

Wei Wuxian noticed this, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. Many supervisors recognized his face, and they could not help but quietly pull back their horses and whisper with their colleagues. Others no longer dared to stop Wen Qing, and she shouted while searching: "Aning! Aning!"

The cry was shrill, but no one answered. He searched the entire valley but couldn't find any trace of his brother. If Wen Ning was here, he would have rushed out by himself. The supervisors quietly got off their horses, and everyone in the circle looked at Wei Wuxian, as if they were hesitating whether to go up and greet him. Wen Qing rushed over and asked, "Where is the new Wen family monk who was sent in these few days?"

Several people looked at each other in bewilderment. After a while, a supervisor who looked very honest said in a friendly manner: "All the prisoners here are monks of the Wen family. New ones are delivered every day."

She said tenderly, "It's my brother, brought by Jin Zixun! He...he is about this tall, doesn't talk much, and stutters when he speaks..."

The supervisor said, "Hey, girl, look, there are so many people here, how can we remember whether one or two people stutter or not?"

She stamped her feet anxiously: "I know he must be here!"

The supervisor was chubby and smiled as he said, "Don't worry, young lady. People from other families often come to our place to ask for monks. Maybe someone took him away in the past few days. Sometimes when we call the roll, we find that someone has run away..."

She said tenderly, "He won't run away! Grandma and the others are all here, my brother won't run away alone."

The supervisor said, "Why don't you just search slowly? Everyone is here. If we can't find him in this valley, then we'll be helpless."

Suddenly, Wei WuXian asked, “Is everyone here?”

As soon as he spoke, the faces of the men froze. The supervisor turned to him and said, "Yes."

Wei WuXian said, “Okay. I’ll assume that all the living ones are here. So, what about the others?”

The tender body shook.

The “other” opposite to “alive” is naturally “dead”.

The supervisor said quickly: "You can't talk like that. Although we are all monks of the Wen family, no one dares to cause a death..."

Wei Wuxian pretended not to hear anything and took off the flute from his waist. Several prisoners who were struggling to move forward on his side suddenly shouted, dropped the heavy objects on their backs, and fled. In the valley, a large open space suddenly opened up with him as the center.

In fact, these prisoners of war did not recognize Wei Wuxian's face, because any Wen family monk who had met Wei Wuxian on the battlefield of the Sun Shooting Campaign had only one end - annihilation. Therefore, most of the Wen family monks who recognized his face became evil corpses, controlled and driven by him, and became his subordinates. But this black wooden flute with bright red tassels and the black-clothed young man who controlled it had long become their nightmare. People everywhere exclaimed: "Ghost flute Chenqing!"

Wei Wuxian brought the Chen Qing to his lips. The sharp and shrill sound of the flute first pierced the night sky like a sharp arrow piercing the clouds, and then the lingering sound echoed in the entire valley. With just one sound, Wei Wuxian took back the Chen Qing, stood with his hands hanging down, and sneered, letting the rain wet his black hair and black clothes.

Soon, someone suddenly asked, "What's that sound?"

Suddenly, there were screams from outside the crowd, and they broke through the encirclement and opened up a clearing. In the place they had vacated, in the drizzling rain, there were more than a dozen ragged figures standing here and there, some tall, some short, some male, some female, some emitting a foul stench of decay. Standing in the front was Wen Ning, who still had his eyes open.

His face was as pale as wax, his pupils were dilated, and the blood at the corners of his mouth had turned dark brown. Although his chest was not moving at all, it was obvious that half of his ribs had been collapsed. Anyone who saw this shape would not think that this person was still alive, but Wen Qing still did not give up and trembled to grab his pulse.

After holding on for a long time, he finally burst into tears.

She was frightened and scared these days, and ran almost crazy, but she still came too late and didn't even see her brother for the last time.

Wen Qing cried and touched Wen Ning's ribs, as if trying to connect them, wishing to catch a glimmer of hope. The originally sweet face was distorted by crying, becoming ugly and very hard to look at. However, when a person is really sad, he will definitely not be able to cry beautifully.

In front of the stiff body of her only brother, the pride she had maintained was completely shattered.

Wen Qing was so stimulated that she finally fainted. Wei Wuxian stood behind her, took her in without saying a word, and let her lean on his chest. He closed his eyes, opened them after a moment, and said, "Who killed this man?"

His tone was neither hot nor cold, and he seemed not to be angry, but to be thinking about something. The supervisor, who was the leader, was feeling lucky and said stubbornly, "Master Wei, please don't say that. No one here dares to kill anyone. He was careless while working and fell down the cliff to his death."

Wei WuXian asked, “No one dares to kill people randomly? Really?”

Several supervisors swore in unison: "It's absolutely true!"

"It's absolutely true!" Luoxia

Wei WuXian smiled slightly and said, “Oh. I understand.”

Then, he continued slowly: "Because they are Wen dogs, and Wen dogs are not human. So killing them does not count as murder, is that what you mean?"

The head of the police department was thinking this sentence just now. When his thoughts were suddenly exposed, his face turned pale. Wei Wuxian asked again: "Do you really think that I don't know how a person died?"

The supervisors were speechless, and finally began to realize that something was wrong, and they were about to retreat. Wei Wuxian maintained his smile and said, "You'd better tell the truth right away. Tell me who killed him and come forward. Otherwise, I would rather kill the wrong person than let him go. Kill them all, so that no one will slip through the net."

Everyone's scalps tingled and their backs felt cold. The head of the supervisor stammered, "The Yunmeng Jiang Clan and the Lanling Jin Clan are on good terms right now. You can't..."

Hearing this, Wei WuXian glanced at him and said in surprise, “You are very courageous. Are you threatening me?”

The supervisor said hurriedly: "I dare not."

Wei WuXian said: “Congratulations on successfully exhausting all my patience. Since you guys are unwilling to say it, let him answer it himself.”

As if he had been waiting for this sentence for a long time, Wen Ning's stiff body suddenly moved and raised his head. Before the two supervisors standing closest to him could scream, they were each strangled by an iron-like hand.

Wen Ning expressionlessly lifted the two short supervisors high up in the air. The circle formed by the empty space around them became larger and larger. The supervisor said, "Master Wei! Master Wei! Show mercy! The consequences of your impulsiveness are irreversible!"

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the raindrops kept sliding down Wei Wuxian's cheeks.

He turned around abruptly, put his hand on Wen Ning's shoulder, and shouted, "Wen Qionglin!"

In response, Wen Ning let out a long, deafening roar, causing everyone in the valley to feel a dull pain in their ears.

Wei WuXian said word by word: “Whoever made you become like this, you should make them suffer the same fate. I give you this right, settle the accounts thoroughly!”

Upon hearing that, Wen Ning immediately slammed the two supervisors in his hands into each other. The two heads burst like exploding watermelons. With a loud bang, red and white flowers burst out.

The scene was extremely bloody, with screams rising and falling in the valley, horses neighing, captives fleeing, and chaos raging. Wei Wuxian picked up Wen Qing and carried her horizontally, then walked through the crowd as if nothing had happened. He grabbed a horse and was about to turn around when a thin captive said, "...Mr. Wei!"

Wei WuXian turned around and asked, “What?”

The prisoner's voice trembled slightly as he pointed in a direction and said, "There is a room at the other end of the mountain... valley. They use it to... lock people up and beat them. Those who are beaten to death are dragged out and buried. The people you are looking for may still be there..."

Wei WuXian said, “Thank you very much.”

He followed the direction the man pointed and found a shed that looked like a makeshift one. He held Wen Qing in one hand and kicked the door open with one foot. There were more than a dozen people sitting in the corner of the room, all of them with bloodshot heads and bruised faces. They were shocked by his rough kick on the door and jumped. When they saw Wen Qing in Wei Wuxian's arms, they ignored their injuries and rushed over and shouted, "Miss Qing!"

One person angrily asked, "Who... who are you? What did you do to the dormitory owner?"

Wei WuXian said, “Nothing serious. Who are the cultivators under Wen Ning? Stop talking nonsense and come out!”

Several people looked at each other, but Wei Wuxian had already left with Wen Qing, so they had to force themselves to keep up with each other. As soon as they left the house, before they had time to see what was going on in the chaotic scene in the valley, Wei Wuxian said, "Everyone find a horse, hurry up!"

A middle-aged man said: "No, my Master Wen Ning..."

At this moment, a human head flew past him. Everyone turned their heads and saw Wen Ning throwing a headless corpse with twitching hands and feet to the ground and ripping out its internal organs with his bare hands. Wei Wuxian shouted, “Enough!”

Wen Ning growled softly, as if he was still unsatisfied, but Wei Wuxian blew a whistle and said, "Get up!" Wen Ning had no choice but to stand up. Wei Wuxian said, "Why are you still standing there? Get on your horse! Are you waiting for me to find you a flying sword?"

One of them remembered that there were still elderly people here, so they quickly brought the old woman and the young child and helped them onto the horse. Wei Wuxian also climbed onto the horse while holding the still unconscious Wen Qing. Dozens of people only found a dozen horses in the chaos, and two or three people rode on each horse. The horses were very crowded, and the old woman couldn't ride alone, and she had to hold the child with her. Seeing this, Wei Wuxian stretched out his hand and said, "Give it to me."

The old woman shook her head repeatedly, and the child clung to her grandmother's neck tightly, almost sliding down, but there was undisguised fear in their eyes. Wei Wuxian reached out and picked up the child and tucked him under his arm. The old woman was terrified and said, "A Yuan! A Yuan!"

Although the child named A Yuan was very young, he was already afraid, but he didn't cry. He just kept biting his fingers and secretly looked at Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian shouted, "Let's go!" He clamped his legs on the horse's back and set off first. A dozen horses followed closely behind him, galloping away in the night rain.