Lan Wangji held his waist with his right hand, put on Bichen, and the two of them flew onto the fishing boat. Wei Wuxian was swayed at first, and Lan Wangji held him up. Then he asked, "What's wrong with Wen Ning? Didn't you say you were coming to take a look?"

Wen Ning said: "I'm sorry, sir, it's my fault, I couldn't help it..."

Jin Ling turned his sword towards him and roared, "You don't need to be so hypocritical here!"

Wei WuXian said: “Jin Ling, put down your sword first.”

Jin Ling said: "I won't let go!"

Wei WuXian was about to say something else, but Jin Ling suddenly burst into tears.

Everyone was stunned by his crying. Wei WuXian took a step towards him in bewilderment and asked, “What…what’s going on?”

Although Jin Ling's face was covered with tears, he still choked and said loudly: "This is my father's sword. I won't let it go!"

He was holding tightly in his arms Jin Zixuan's sword, Suihua. This sword was the only thing his parents left him.

At this moment, Jin Ling, who was crying loudly in front of everyone, made him feel as if he saw Jiang Yanli crying loudly when she was extremely sad. Some teenagers like Jin Ling's age have already married, and some even have children. Crying is a very shameful thing for them. Crying in public must be very aggrieved.

For a moment, Wei Wuxian was at a loss. He looked at Lan Wangji, as if he wanted to ask for help, but Lan Wangji didn't know what to do. At this moment, a voice came from the river: "A Ling!"

Five or six large ships surrounded the fishing boat. Each ship was filled with monks, and a family head stood at the bow. The Yunmeng Jiang family's large ship was on the right side of the small fishing boat, closest to it, and the distance between them was only about 5 meters. The one who spoke just now was Jiang Cheng, who was standing by the side of the ship. Jin Ling's eyes were blurred with tears. When he saw his uncle, he immediately wiped his face randomly, sniffed, looked here, then looked there, gritted his teeth, flew over, and landed next to Jiang Cheng. Jiang Cheng grabbed him and said, "What's wrong with you? Who bullied you!"

Jin Ling rubbed his eyes fiercely and refused to speak. Jiang Cheng raised his head and cast a cold gaze towards the fishing boat. The cold light in his eyes swept over Wen Ning and was about to stop at Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji took a step intentionally or unintentionally and just blocked Wei Wuxian's figure. A family head asked vigilantly: "Wei Wuxian, what are you doing on that boat?"

His tone was suspicious, and it was obvious that he felt Wei Wuxian had bad intentions, which made people feel uncomfortable. Ouyang Zizhen said, "Sect Master Yao, why do you have to speak in such a tone? If Senior Wei wanted to do something, I'm afraid that we wouldn't be able to sit on the boat safely now."

When these words came out, many of the older monks were a little embarrassed. Although it was the truth, no one wanted to hear it said directly like this. Lan Sizhui immediately said, "Zizhen is right!" Several young men also echoed in unison.

Jiang Cheng tilted his head slightly and said, "Sect Master Ouyang."

When Sect Master Ouyang was called out, his eyelids and heart throbbed. He only heard Jiang Cheng say coldly, "If I remember correctly, the one who spoke was your son. He is really good at speaking."

Sect Master Ouyang hurriedly said, "Zizhen! Come back, come to your father!"

Ouyang Zizhen was puzzled and asked: "Dad, didn't you ask me to come to this ship and not bother you guys?"

Sect Master Ouyang wiped his sweat and said, "That's enough! Haven't you been in the limelight enough today? Come here!" His family was stationed in Baling, close to Yunmeng, and could not compare with the Jiang family's power. He didn't want Jiang Cheng to hate him because his son often spoke up for Wei Wuxian. Jiang Cheng glanced at Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji, then put his arm around Jin Ling's shoulder and went back to the cabin. Sect Master Ouyang breathed a sigh of relief, and shouted at his son again, "You, you, you! You are getting more and more disobedient as you grow older! Are you going to come over or not? If you don't come over, I will catch you!"

Ouyang Zizhen said with concern: "Dad, you should go in and rest too. Your spiritual power hasn't recovered yet, so you definitely can't come here. Don't fly your sword rashly."

Most people's spiritual power was still recovering slowly. If they tried to fly the sword, they might fall headfirst. That was why they could only take the boat. Sect Master Ouyang was very tall and strong, so he couldn't fly over to catch him. He was so angry at his son that he threw his sleeves and went into the cabin. Nie Huaisang laughed out loud on another boat. The other family heads looked at him, all speechless, but those who should leave also left one after another. Seeing this, Wei Wuxian let out a long sigh of relief. After he let out this sigh of relief, his face was suddenly filled with extreme fatigue, and he leaned to one side.

It turned out that the shaking he had just experienced was not due to the instability of the fishing boat, but because he was so weak that he could not stand steadily.

The young men didn't mind the blood stains on his body, and hurried to help him up just like they did with Lan Sizhui. But there was no need for them at all, as Lan Wangji bent down slightly, put one hand around Wei Wuxian's arm, and the other around his knee, and suddenly lifted Wei Wuxian up sideways.

He carried Wei Wuxian in his arms and walked into the cabin. There was no place to lie down in the cabin, only four long wooden benches, so Lan Wangji put his arm around Wei Wuxian's waist and let him rest his head on his shoulder. With his other hand, he put the four benches together to form a wide enough space for lying down, and gently put Wei Wuxian on it.

Lan Sizhui suddenly discovered that even though Han Guang-Jun was covered in blood, the bandage that Wei Wuxian had torn from his sleeve to bandage a small wound on him was still neatly tied around the fingers of his left hand.

Lan Wangji had no time to care about his appearance before, but now he took out his handkerchief and slowly wiped the blood clots off Wei Wuxian's face. Soon, the snow-white handkerchief was stained black and red. He wiped Wei Wuxian's face clean, but he didn't wipe his own face yet.

Lan Sizhui quickly presented his handkerchief with both hands and said, "Hanguang Jun."

Lan Wangji took it, lowered his head, and wiped his face with the handkerchief until it was white. The young men breathed a sigh of relief. As expected, Han Guangjun had to have a face as white as ice, which looked normal.

Ouyang Zizhen asked: "Hanguang Jun, why did Senior Wei fall down?"

Lan Wangji said, “I’m tired.”

Lan Jingyi was surprised: "I thought Senior Wei would never get tired!"

The other teenagers were also a little surprised that the legendary Yiling Patriarch would actually collapse from exhaustion after dealing with zombies. They all thought that the Yiling Patriarch could easily solve the problem by just snapping his fingers. However, Lan Wangji shook his head and said only three words: "They are all human beings."

We are all human. How can we not get tired? How can we never fall down?

The benches were pushed together by Lan Wangji, and the teenagers could only squat in a circle with their eyes wide open. If Wei Wuxian was awake, making jokes and teasing this and that, the cabin would definitely be lively at this moment, but now he was lying down, and only Han Guangjun was sitting next to him with his back straight. Normally, someone should come to chat and liven up the atmosphere, but Lan Wangji didn't say anything, and the others didn't dare to speak either. After squatting for a long time, the cabin was still dead silent.

All the young men complained in their hearts: "...How boring."

They were so bored that they started to make eye contact: "Why doesn't Han Guang-jun say anything? Why hasn't Senior Wei woken up yet?"

Ouyang Zizhen held his chin with both hands, quietly pointed at this and that, saying: "Has Hanguang-jun always been like this without saying a word? How can Senior Wei bear to stay with him all day long..."

Lan Sizhui nodded heavily, silently affirming: "Han Guang-jun, it has always been like this!"

Suddenly, Wei Wuxian frowned and tilted his head to one side. Lan Wangji gently straightened his head to avoid twisting his neck. Wei Wuxian murmured, "Lan Zhan."

Everyone thought he was about to wake up and was overjoyed, but Wei Wuxian's eyes were still closed. Lan Wangji said calmly, "Yes. I'm here."

Wei Wuxian remained silent again, as if he felt at ease, and rubbed against Lan Wangji and continued to sleep. Several teenagers stared at the two of them, and for some reason, they suddenly blushed. Lan Sizhui stood up first and stammered, "Han, Han Guangjun, let's go out first..."

They almost fled, rushed to the deck, and the suffocating feeling just now disappeared when the night wind blew. One person said: "What's going on? Why do we have to rush out! Why!"

Ouyang Zizhen covered his face and said, "I don't know what's going on, but I suddenly feel that it's inappropriate to stay in there!"

Several people pointed at each other and shouted: "Why are you blushing!"

"I blush because I see you blush!"

Wen Ning had not helped Wei Wuxian from the beginning, nor had he followed him into the cabin, but had squatted on the deck. Everyone had just wondered why he hadn't gone in, but now they realized that the Ghost General was really wise.

There is no room for a third person here!

Seeing them coming out, Wen Ning seemed to have expected it and made room for them to squat. However, only Lan Sizhui walked over and squatted beside him. Several teenagers on the other side muttered, "Why do Sizhui and the Ghost General seem to know each other so well?"

Wen Ning asked, "Master Lan, can I call you A Yuan?"

All the young men were horrified: "...The ghost general is actually a very sociable person!"

Lan Sizhui said happily: "Sure!"

Wen Ning asked, "A Yuan, have you been doing well these years?"

Lan Sizhui said, "I'm fine."

Wen Ning nodded and said, "Han Guang-jun must be very good to you."

Lan Sizhui felt closer to Lan Wangji when he mentioned him with respect, and said, "Han Guang-jun treats me like a brother and a father. He taught me how to play the zither."

Wen Ning asked, "Han Guang-jun, when did I start taking care of you?"

After thinking for a while, Lan Sizhui said, "I can't remember clearly. It might be when I was four or five years old. I don't remember much about things that happened when I was too young. But when I was younger, Han Guang-jun probably couldn't take me with him. It seems that Han Guang-jun was in seclusion for several years at that time."

He suddenly remembered that the first siege of the mass graves took place during the period when Han Guang-jun was in seclusion.

Inside the cabin, Lan Wangji looked up at the door that was closed by the juniors when they rushed out, then looked down at Wei Wuxian, whose head tilted to one side again. Wei Wuxian's eyebrows furrowed again, and he twisted his head back and forth as if he was very uncomfortable. Seeing this, Lan Wangji stood up, walked over to fasten the wooden bolt, came back and sat next to Wei Wuxian, lifted his shoulders, and gently let him lean on his arms.

This time, Wei Wuxian's head finally stopped shaking, and he nestled in front of his chest, finally finding a comfortable sleeping position. Seeing him settle down, Lan Wangji lowered his head and stared at the face of the person in his arms, with his long black hair falling down. Suddenly, Wei Wuxian closed his eyes and grabbed his collar, and his five fingers just grabbed his headband.

He held on very tightly, and Lan Wangji pinched one end of the headband and pulled it, but instead of pulling it out, Wei Wuxian's eyelashes trembled, and he woke up after a while.

When Wei Wuxian slowly opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the wooden board above the cabin. He sat up and saw Lan Wangji standing in front of a wooden window in the cabin, looking at the bright moon at the end of the river.

Wei WuXian asked, “Hey, HanGuang-Jun, was I dizzy just now?”

Lan Wangji said calmly, "Yes."

Wei WuXian asked again: “Where’s your headband?”

“…”

After asking, Wei WuXian lowered his head again and asked curiously, “Hey, what’s going on? It’s in my hand.”

He rolled his legs off the bench and said, "I'm so sorry. I like to hold something when I sleep, or I like to grab things. I'm sorry, here you go."

Lan Wangji was silent for a moment, then took the headband he handed over and said, “Nothing.”

Wei Wuxian was trying so hard to hold back his laughter that he almost hurt himself. He really wanted to sleep for a moment, but he wasn't weak enough to faint. He just staggered a little, and Lan Wangji picked him up in an instant. Wei Wuxian was too embarrassed to open his eyes and said, "Hey, you don't have to do this. I can stand on my own." And he didn't want to be put down. Why stand when you can be held by someone?

Wei WuXian touched his neck, feeling secretly pleased with himself, yet regretful at the same time: “Ah, Lan Zhan is really… If I had known earlier, I would not have woken up. I would have stayed unconscious and could have stayed in his arms all the way.”

At the hour of Yin, we arrived in Yunmeng.

The gate and the dock of Lotus Pier were brightly lit, reflecting the golden light on the water. In the past, this dock rarely had the opportunity to gather so many large and small ships at once. Not only the guards in front of the gate, but also several old men who set up stalls to sell midnight snacks by the river were stunned. Jiang Cheng was the first to get off the boat and gave a few instructions to the guards. Immediately, countless fully armed disciples rushed out of the gate. Everyone got off the boat in batches and was arranged to enter by the guests of Yunmeng Jiang Clan. Sect Master Ouyang finally caught his son and dragged him away while whispering a lesson. Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji walked out of the cabin and jumped off the fishing boat.

Wen Ning said, "Master, I'll wait for you outside."

Wei Wuxian knew that Wen Ning would not enter the gate of Lotus Pier, and Jiang Cheng would never let him in, so he nodded. Lan Sizhui said, "Mr. Wen, I will accompany you."

Wen Ning asked, "You'll accompany me?" He was totally surprised and very happy. Lan Sizhui smiled and said, "Yes, the seniors are going in to discuss important matters anyway, so it won't be helpful for me to go in. Let's continue chatting. Where were we just now? Did Senior Wei really plant a two-year-old child in the soil as if it were a carrot?"

Although his voice was low, the two people in front had extraordinary hearing. Wei Wuxian stumbled. Lan Wangji's eyebrows curved for a moment, but soon recovered. After the two figures disappeared from the gate of the Lotus Pier, Lan Sizhui continued to whisper: "That kid is so pitiful. But, in fact, I remember when I was a child, Han Guangjun also put me in a pile of rabbits. They are actually quite similar in some ways..."