Ephemeral-II

The waiter said: "Don't worry, I was about to say it. They were all dead. The escape I said was temporary. Within a few years, the owner Chang Ping died. This time, the death was even more terrifying. , was killed by Ling Chi with a sword! How did Ling Chi die? I don't need to tell you. He just used a knife and a sword to cut the person's body with 3,600 knives, until all the flesh was cut off. The skeleton remains..."

Wei Wuxian certainly knew what Ling Chi was. If he wanted to write a book called "Thousands of Tragic Deaths", no one would be more qualified than him to write it. He raised his hand and said, "I understand. Brother, you know I wonder why the Chang family was exterminated?"

The clerk said: "I heard that it was deliberately designed by fellow cultivators. That's for sure! Otherwise, how could a group of living people, who are still capable of cultivating immortals, not escape? They must have been trapped by something or someone. It's inside."

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

The clerk laughed and said, "Young Master, aren't you kidding me? Those of us who are just messing around trying to make a living don't know anything about those uncles flying around in the sky. It is said that you are all cultivating immortals, so you should know better than me. I only vaguely heard that he seemed to have offended someone he shouldn't have offended! Anyway, from then on, no one took care of the monsters and ghosts in Yueyang."

Wei WuXian thought to himself, "The person who shouldn't be offended?"

"Not bad, not bad." The boy ate two peanuts: "The grudges and grudges between these aristocratic families and sects are also very complicated. I thought that the Chang family must have been targeted by other immortal cultivators. Killing people and seizing treasures is not a common thing. Those storytellers said so, and the romance novels also said so. Although I don't know who it is specifically, it seems to be related to a very famous big devil."

Wei Wuxian smiled and put the wine bowl to his mouth, squinting at him: "I guess you're saying you don't know who this big devil is?"

The man was happy: "You are wrong. I know this. It seems that the old monster is called... Oh, ancestor, Yiling ancestor!"

Wei Wuxian choked and spit out a string of bubbles in the wine bowl: "What?"

​Is it him again? !

The clerk said with certainty: "Yes, that's right! His surname is Wei, and he seems to be called Wei Wuqian. When others mention him, they sound hateful and afraid!"

"..."

Wei Wuxian thought over and over again and became convinced of two things: first, he had never been to Yueyang before his death; second, not one of the people he killed was killed by Lingchi. He felt ridiculous and turned to look at Lan Wangji, as if he wanted to ask for an explanation. Lan Wangji waited for this look from him for a long time and said, "Let's go."

Wei Wuxian immediately understood that Lan Wangji had something to say about this, and it was not convenient to say it in front of others in a restaurant. He stood up and said: "Then let's go first, pay the bill... settle it, right? Little brother, keep the wine we bought here for now, and we will come back to drink after we finish our work." He said half-jokingly: "We can't default on the bill. ah."

The waiter had already finished most of the plate of peanuts and shouted: "How can you do that! Our store is honest and honest. You can just leave it here. We won't close the store until you come back. Hey, you two gentlemen, are you going to do it now?" Have you gone to Changzhai? Wow, that's amazing, even my locals have never been there! I just dared to take a peek from a distance, are you two going in? What are you going to do?"

Wei WuXian said, "We are just taking a sneak peek from a distance."

This young guy has a lively personality and is very familiar with himself. After talking for a while, he no longer treats him as an outsider. He comes closer to put an arm on Wei Wuxian's shoulders: "Is it hard for you two to do this? Do you earn a lot? It must be a lot. ! So decent. Let me ask something, is it difficult to get started? I..."

While he was rambling, he suddenly closed his mouth, looked over fearfully, and whispered: "Sir, why is the guy next to you...glaring at me?"

Wei Wuxian followed his gaze and happened to see Lan Wangji turn around and get up, walking towards the outside of the restaurant. He said: "Oh, him, my friend has been raised strictly since he was a child, and he doesn't like to see anyone hooking up in front of him. Isn't it a bit weird?"

The waiter took his hand back angrily and said in a low voice: "It's weird. Looking at his look, someone who didn't know it thought I was holding my arms around his wife..."

With Lan Wangji's hearing power, it was absolutely impossible to lower his voice and not hear it. I wonder what he was feeling at this moment. Wei Wuxian couldn't hold back his laughter until he was hurt internally, and hurriedly said to the waiter, "I've finished the whole jar."

Guy: "What?"

Wei Wuxian pointed to himself: "Stand."

Only then did the young man remember what he had said, "If you can still stand after drinking, I will take your last name." He hurriedly said: "Oh oh... oh oh oh! This... is amazing! I'm not bragging, this is my first time." Once I saw him drink a jar and still stand firm with his tongue untied. What is your surname, sir?"

Wei Wuxian said: "I..." Then he thought about what the guy said just now, "Wei Wuqian." He twitched the corner of his mouth and calmly added, "The surname is Lan."

The guy was also a shameless man, and said loudly without changing his expression: "Yes, from today on, my surname will be Lan!"

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

After leaving the city, the two of them walked in the direction pointed by the guy. There were fewer and fewer pedestrians and more and more trees. Wei Wuxian asked, "Why didn't you let me continue asking just now?"

Lan Wangji said: "Suddenly I remembered that I have heard about the Chang family in Yueyang. So there is no need to ask again."

Wei WuXian said, "Before you tell me, let me ask you something. Can you confirm it for me from the side? It's not me who destroyed the Chang family, right?"

Not to mention that he had died ten years ago, and his soul was at peace, so he wouldn't have come to kill someone and wiped out his entire family. Would he still remember it?

Lan Wangji said, "No."

Wei Wuxian said, "Oh." It seemed like he had returned to a certain period of his life when everyone was shouting for beatings and he was inferior to a gutter rat. He could be blamed for any bad deeds and take the shit out of the basin at will. The grandson of the old man next door lost three pounds even though he didn't eat. He was frightened by the story about the ancestor of Yiling who instigated the ghost general to kill people.

Who would have thought, Lan Wangji said again: "It wasn't you who killed him, but it was related to you."

Wei Wuxian asked, "What's the connection?"

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

Wei Wuxian paused.

He didn't know what to feel in his heart, and he didn't know what expression to make on his face. He hesitated and said: "...my mother?"

Wei Wuxian is the son of Wei Changze, a servant of Yunmeng Jiang family, and Zangse Sanren, a Taoist from Yunyou. Both Jiang Fengmian and his wife were familiar with his parents, but Jiang Fengmian rarely remembered his old friends, and Jiang Fengmian's wife Yu Ziyuan never spoke to him well, without whipping him a few times and telling him to get out and kneel in the ancestral hall away from Jiang Cheng. Even a little bit is pretty good. Many things about his parents were told to him by others, and he actually didn't know much more than others.

Lan Wangji also stopped, turned around and looked at him, saying, "Have you ever heard of Xiao Xingchen?"

Wei Wuxian thought about it seriously and said, "No."

Lan Wangji said: "You are right if you haven't. This person became famous exactly twelve years ago. Now no one mentions him anymore."

Twelve years ago, it happened to be a year after the mass siege of Yiling Mass Graves. I just missed it. Wei Wuxian asked, "What mountain is it, and who did it teach me?"

Lan Wangji said: "I don't know where the mountain is. I learned from the Taoist sect. Xiao Xingchen is a disciple of Baoshan Sanren."

Only then did Wei Wuxian understand why this person was said to have a close relationship with his mother. He said: "So, this Xiao Xingchen can be regarded as my uncle."

Zangse Sanren also came from Baoshan Sanren.

This Baoshan Sanren was a hermit from the world. It was said that he was a monk who debuted at the same time as Wen Mao, Lan An and others. The influential figures of that generation have long since disappeared, and only the Baoshan Sanren are rumored to have still survived. If this is the case, he must be hundreds of years old, which shows that he has cultivated a lot. At that time, headed by Wen Mao, the family was prospering and the sect was declining. Immortal cultivation forces linked by blood relationships sprung up like mushrooms after the rain. All monks who are slightly famous have established their ancestors. But this expert chose to live in seclusion in the mountains, and his Taoist name was Baoshan. No one knows which mountain he is hugging. Having said that, it is precisely because no one knows that it is called retreat. If you can still find it easily after you go into seclusion, then it's not called seclusion.

This senior lived in seclusion on an unknown fairy mountain, and would often quietly take some helpless children up the mountain to be his disciples. But all the disciples must swear: In this life, they will only devote themselves to cultivating Taoism, and they will not go down the mountain or enter the world. Otherwise, no matter what the reason, you will never come back from now on. Self-reliance, crawling around in the world of mortals, has nothing to do with the teacher.

Everyone in the world knows the Tao, and Baoshan Sanren is worthy of being a master of the Tao. This rule he established is really very foresighted. Because for hundreds of years, she has only had three disciples: Taoist Yanling, Zangse Sanren, and Xiao Xingchen. The three apprentices all met a bad end.

Wei Wuxian has been familiar with the fate of his first two apprentices since he was a child, and there is no need to hear it again. Therefore, what Lan Wangji told him in a concise and concise manner was the last deeds of his uncle.

Xiao Xingchen was only seventeen years old when he came out of the mountain. Although Lan Wangji had not met him, he had heard about his demeanor from others.

At that time, it was only a few years after the Sun Shooting Campaign ended, and the mass siege of Yiling Graveyard had just passed. The major families were running rampant, recruiting talents everywhere for their own use. Xiao Xingchen came out of the mountain with the idea of ​​saving the world. He had excellent qualifications and was taught by experts. He hunted for the first time at night. With a whisk and a long sword, he rushed into the mountain alone and came out on top - he became famous in one battle.

When all the families saw this young Taoist with a clear appearance and good cultivation, they were greatly heartbroken and sent invitations one after another. Xiao Xingchen politely declined them all, stating clearly that he did not want to be attached to any aristocratic family, but together with a close friend, he was determined to establish a new sect that did not value blood connections.

This person's human nature is like pampas grass, his heart is like a rock, soft on the outside and strong on the inside, and he is clean and self-possessed. At that time, whenever someone had something difficult or difficult to solve, the first thing they thought of was to seek his help, and he never refused, so he had an excellent reputation.

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