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According to reason, the spiritual awareness of a weapon or a law is not easily detached from its original body, and it is also very difficult to do so. However, Nie Mingjue's current cultivation is close to the perfection of the Golden Core, and the suppression of his inner demons has forced the Blade Spirit that is connected to his origin to detach from Baxia and attack Wei Wuxian in order to gain a chance at survival.
However, it had the misfortune of being dispersed by a "malevolent god" halfway, and it could feel the continuous and powerful resentment emanating from the person who had it underfoot, which was very brutal.
"Wenning!!!" At this moment, the person being called calmly turned his head. Although his stiff facial muscles couldn't move, Wei Wuxian could still tell that he was smiling.
"Young master, I'm back."
In this world, some people can wait for unexpected surprises, while others can no longer wait for the person they want to wait for. At least for now, hope seems to be shrouded in thick layers of gloom, called uncertainty.
The moon, clearly at its sixteenth, appeared perfectly round like a jade plate covered in sharp edges, as if it would pierce into his heart the next second. Lan Wangji was no longer the elegant and composed figure from before, sitting in front of the meditation room steps like a lost soul, barely holding onto his last breath.
He drank, not even knowing how he had inexplicably taken out a jar of Emperor's smile from his Qiankun bag, which he had bought when he descended the mountain. As the fragrance of the wine filled his nostrils, a voice in his head told him—take a sip, taste the flavor Wei Ying likes—then, the clear brew slid down his throat and into his stomach.
This is the first time he has drunk alcohol, the spicy sensation stimulating his nerves, burning his flesh, enduring and enduring before finally suppressing the choking sensation. It turns out, this is what it feels like to drink. In a daze, a familiar figure seemed to appear in his blurred vision, wanting to shout but unable to make a sound, only able to watch as he went away, and finally, unable to withstand the effects of the alcohol, he closed his eyes.
How long has it been? I don't know, all I know is that there is nothing in front of me, he must find him!
After receiving the news, Lan Xichen hurriedly arrived wearing a robe, and the scene in Baina Palace was almost chaotic, with Lan Wangji desperately searching for something.
"Forgetfulness or absent-mindedness, forgetfulness or absent-mindedness!"
"Elder brother? Elder brother, I can't find it, I can't find it!"
"What do you want to find? Elder brother will help you find it."
"Flute, flute."
"Flute?"
Lan Xichen didn't immediately understand why his younger brother wanted a flute, but he followed his memory and fetched a white jade flute from a nearby shelf.
"It's not this one! No, I'm looking for a black flute."
"Black? (Realization) Forgetfulness or absent-mindedness, you're looking for... Chen Qing?"
"Yes, Chen Qing, Chen Qing! Brother, can you help me find Chen Qing? If I find him, Wei Ying will come to me for the flute, and then I can see him, just once, that's all I want, just once!"
Lan Xichen's heart felt like it had been punched hard, making him feel suffocated, and it was at this moment that he smelled a hint of alcohol. What is there not to understand when sorrow is drowned in wine, and more sorrow follows? It's just that Lan Xichen never thought that his own brother would have such a day, becoming like a... living, breathing mortal.
If possible, don't mention Chen Qing anymore. He can't wait to find Wei Wuxian right now, but during the siege of the Burial Mounds, all the surviving members of the Wen clan were killed, and the manuscripts of the Ancestor Yiling were also divided up. Wei Wuxian's three artifacts—Chen Qing, Suibian, and the Yin Tiger Talisman—have disappeared without a trace. When Lan Xichen heard the report from his disciples, he also felt angry about this. Suddenly, he felt that at this moment, The Lan family in Lan Wangji's heart was probably in the same boat.
" Wangji, you go back with your brother first and rest. Tomorrow, your brother will help you find it again."
"Tomorrow?"
"Yes, tomorrow. Big brother promised you."
"I can't find it, I can never find it again."
The surging sense of grievance and helplessness overwhelmed Lan Wangji, and tears the size of pearls slid down his left cheek unimpeded, tracing an irreversible path, while the tears brimming in his right eye never fell, perhaps because he understood that even if they did, they would never reach the destination he sought.
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