[R18] The Patriarch of the Demonic Way (newly revised version) – “The Patriarch of the Demonic Way (Newly Revised Edition)” Chapter 66 [English]

Chapter 66 Yourou Fourteenth 4

After descending the mountain road, taking a hidden path away from the Cloud Recesses, and walking further and further away, until they were completely out of the usual range of activities for disciples of the Gusu Lan Sect, Wei Wuxian suddenly said, “Oops, I have a stomachache.”

Lan Wangji immediately stopped and said, “Have a rest and change the dressing.”

Wei Wuxian said, “No. I’ll just sit on it and it’ll be fine.”

Lan Wangji said, “Sit down.”

Wei Wuxian said with a grimace, “But the movement of getting on the donkey is too big, I’m afraid of injuring myself.”

he The wound has long since healed, this sentence is clearly a lie.Lan Wangji stopped, turned around, looked at He, and suddenly stretched out his hand to avoid the injured area, hugged He’s waist, gently lifted He, and placed him on Little Apple’s back.

One of them was riding a donkey and the other was walking by the road.Wei Wuxian sat on Little Apple’s back, smiling so hard that his eyes were crooked.Lan Wangji asked, “What?”

Wei WuXian said, “Nothing.”

As if he had done a small bad thing, he felt a little proud.

Although he can’t remember many things from his childhood, there is one scene that has always been vaguely imprinted in his mind.

A small road, a little donkey, and three people.A man in black gently lifted a woman in white, picked her up, put her on the back of a little donkey, and then lifted a little child high and put it on his shoulders.

He is the little kid who is too short to have human legs.Sitting on the shoulder of the man in black, he suddenly became very tall and majestic. He grabbed the man’s hair and rubbed his face. His legs kept beating and he screamed indiscriminately.The woman in white was sitting swaying on the back of the donkey, looking at them, and seemed to be smiling.The man remained silent and didn’t like to talk. He just supported him so that he could sit higher and more stable, and held the rope of the donkey with one hand.Three people crowded on a small road and walked forward slowly.

This is one of the few memories he has.

Those are his father and mother.

Wei Wuxian said, “Lan Zhan, please hold the rope.”

Lan Wangji asked, “Why?”

Little Apple is very smart, and it’s not like she doesn’t know how to follow people.Wei Wuxian said, “I want you to show your face and give me a hand.”

Although he still didn’t understand why Wei Wuxian’s smile was so bright, Lan Wangji followed the instructions and took the reins of Little Apple and held it in his hand.

Wei Wuxian muttered to himself, “Yeah. Just a small difference.”

Lan Wangji said, “What?”

Wei Wuxian secretly said, “It’s nothing. Lan Zhan, you are such a good person.”

Going to Yiling, it was clear that the future was uncertain, and even more dangerous than good, but Wei Wuxian was not nervous at all. He was riding a little donkey, with Lan Wangji in front of him holding the rope to guide the way. He felt as if he was flying in the clouds and riding in the mist. He just felt that even if a bunch of aristocratic families suddenly came out from the roadside, it would not be a big deal except to spoil the scenery and the bad guys.I was even in the mood to admire Noda under the moonlight, and even pulled out the bamboo flute from my waist.Naturally, he blew a melody.

The sound of the flute became clearer and clearer, Lan Wangji’s steps stagnated slightly, and Wei Wuxian suddenly felt a light in his heart.

he said: “Lan Zhan! Let me ask you, what is the name of the song you sang to me at the bottom of Xuanwu Cave during the massacre in Muxi Mountain?”

Lan Wangji looked at he and said, “Why do you suddenly remember to ask this?”

Wei Wuxian said, “Just tell me, what’s your name? I think I can guess how you recognized me.”

That night at Dafan Mountain, the melody he played by accident was exactly the melody that Lan Wangji sang softly beside him when he was groggy and suffering from a low fever at the bottom of Xuanwu Cave during the Muxi Mountain Massacre!

Lan Wangji remained silent, and Wei Wuxian urged, “Tell me, what kind of music is it? Who composed it?”

Lan Wangji said, “Me.”

Wei Wuxian said, “Did you do this?!”

Lan Wangji said, “Yeah.”

Wei Wuxian originally thought that the song was a secret song not taught by the Gusu Lan Sect, but to his surprise, he was surprised and happy at the same time. There is no need to say what he was surprised about, but he couldn’t tell what he was happy about.he tried: “You really recognize my words like this, that is to say – you have never played this piece of music to anyone else?”

Lan Wangji said, “No.”

When Wei Wuxian was happy, he kicked Little Apple hard.Little Apple yelled angrily, as if he wanted to kick him off, but Lan Wangji tightened the rope with quick eyes and hands.Wei Wuxian put his arms around Little Apple’s neck and said, “It’s okay, it’s okay, it has this temper and can only play these two times. Let’s continue talking. So what’s its name?”

Lan Wangji asked, “What do you think?”

Wei Wuxian asked, “What do I think? Is there a name?” He wondered in his mind, could Lan Zhan be named in the same style as Jiang Cheng?impossible!he said: “Are you asking for my opinion? I think it’s better to call…”

After more than eighty carefully chosen names were rejected by Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian’s interest finally waned.

In order to avoid running into the searching monks on the main road, the two chose remote country roads.After walking for a day, Wei Wuxian felt slightly tired and thirsty. He happened to see a farmhouse on the side of the road, and Lan Wangji restrained Little Apple.

There was no answer when I knocked on the door, but when I pushed it again, the door opened by itself. There was a handmade wooden table in the center of the yard, with a pot of unshelled beans on the table.There is a tall straw pile next to the earth wall, with a rake stuck in it, and chickens running around pecking at the rice.

Wei Wuxian saw a few melons piled up in the corner of the yard, walked over and hugged one, and said seriously, “Master is not here, Lord Hanguang, let’s go to our own devices.”

Lan Wangji was about to take out the money and put it on the table when footsteps came from outside the wall.Two in front and one behind, it’s time for the master to come home.Wei Wuxian somehow, as soon as he heard the footsteps, immediately threw Lan Wangji behind the straw pile.

Thanks to Lan Wangji’s calmness and composure, he didn’t make a sound due to he’s sudden pounce.But he obviously didn’t understand why we were hiding, and Wei Wuxian also thought, “Yeah, why are we hiding? The villagers in this country won’t recognize us. Frankly speaking, we’re here to buy food, isn’t it? Maybe it’s because we’ve done too many bad things. We’re used to it.”

However, with this pounce, He pushed Lan Wangji down onto the soft straw pile. This semi-forced posture made He feel a strange sense of excitement, and he simply stopped getting up. He raised his index finger in a pretentious manner, signaling Lan Wangji to be quiet, and then pretended that this was a last resort, and lay on He with peace of mind, full of indescribable joy.

There was the sound of wooden benches being pushed in the yard, and the two farm owners seemed to have sat down at the small wooden table.A female voice said: “Second brother, give me a hug.”

Hearing this “Second Brother”, Lan Wangji was slightly startled.

At this time, a male voice said: “Just peel the beans.” Then came the murmur of a sleeping child.

It seems that this is a young couple.The wife is preparing dinner, and the husband is holding the sleeping child.

Wei Wuxian smiled and winked at Lan Wangji with his left eye, and whispered, “What a coincidence, one of the owners of this farmhouse is also the ‘second brother’.”

The ending of he is raised, and the meaning of joking is fully revealed.Lan Wangji glanced at he solemnly and turned away.Wei Wuxian’s heart skipped a beat, and he leaned into He’s ear and whispered, “Brother Lan.”

Lan Wangji’s breath seemed to freeze for a beat, and his eyes seemed to have a warning tone when he looked over.

In the yard, the wife smiled and said, “You don’t know how to hold him. You’ll wake him up later, so why don’t you ask me to coax him.”

The husband said, “He played like crazy today and is exhausted. He won’t be able to wake up now.”

The wife peeled and pinched the beans in her hands and said, “Second brother, you really need to discipline A Bao well. He is like this when he is only four years old. It will be okay when he grows up. Other children have cried in anger several times and said they never want to play with him again.”

The husband said, “But I still deal with it every time. I say I don’t want to, but in my heart I really want to play with him.”

Wei Wuxian let out a puff and said, “Brother Lan, what do you think of this sentence? Do you agree?”

Lan Wangji said, “Stop talking.”

With the volume like this, ordinary people can’t hear it.While the young couple chatted about their daily life, Wei Wuxian was already leaning into Lan Wangji’s ear, calling out seven or eight times in a row, softly and softly, “Second Brother Lan.”It seemed that Lan Wangji finally couldn’t bear it anymore and turned over violently.

He moved quickly and steadily, the haystack remained motionless, but Wei Wuxian was already pressed under him.

Lan Wangji whispered: “If you scream again, please be silent.”

Wei Wuxian stretched out his hand towards his face, and Lan Wangji immediately grabbed his wrist.Wei Wuxian said solemnly, “Hanguang-Jun, you wiped your forehead with straw.”

Hearing this, Lan Wangji slowly let go.Wei Wuxian helped him take away the tiny piece of straw, brought it to him, and said proudly, “Look, I didn’t lie to you.”

Not long after he was proud, he heard the young wife say again: “But even so, we can’t let A Bao bully others.”

Her husband said casually: “Just let him go. As a little boy, he doesn’t bully anyone he likes. He just wants others to look at him.”

Hearing this, Wei Wuxian smiled.

At this time, it seemed that the young child woke up and murmured a few words in a sweet voice, and the couple hurriedly coaxed him.After teasing the child for a while, he fell asleep again. The young woman said, “Second brother, I just told you that I want you to discipline A Bao well. Not only because of this, but also because of the recent unrest. You want him to stop playing around and come back early every day.”

The husband said, “I know. Is it because all the old graves near the village have been dug up these days?”

The wife said: “I heard that not only things happened to the ancestral graves near our village, but also in the city. It’s too weird. It’s better for Bao to play at home more and not go out all the time.”

The husband said, “Yeah. It would be terrible if we meet that Yiling Patriarch.”

Wei Wuxian: “…”

The young woman said softly: “I have heard the story of the Yiling ancestor since I was a child. I thought that ‘the Yiling ancestor will come back to find you if you don’t obey, and catch you and feed you to ghosts’. It was just something adults coaxed and played with children. Who knew that this person really existed and actually came back.”

The husband said, “Yes. As soon as I heard about digging graves, I thought of he. It was indeed good, and the whole city was in an uproar.”

Being tied to himself and “digging graves”, Wei Wuxian had no choice but to do anything.To be honest, he has done a lot of this kind of thing before.The most famous one was during the middle of the Sun Shooting Campaign, he dug three feet into the ground and turned over the graves of the ancestors of the Wen family in Qishan, turning all the corpses into corpse puppets.And every time he killed a Wen family monk, he turned them all into puppets, and then drove them to kill their relatives and friends before they were alive.During the Sun Shooting Campaign, mentioning these deeds was inspiring and full of praise.However, the longer the Sun Shooting Campaign passed, the more timid and disdainful it became when others mentioned it.Not only others, but also he himself felt that it was too much when he thought about it later.In addition, he’s identity was revealed just a few days ago. I can’t blame people for thinking that the ancestors of Yiling did it when they heard that graves were being dug up everywhere.