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Nie Mingjue didn't sit in the tent for too long. He knew Wei Wuxian was still recovering from the cold, so they only exchanged a few words before he came out. He couldn't use his spiritual power for the time being, and he wasn't in the territory of Qinghe, so he felt idle for a while.
"Are you Master Nie?"
The clear and bright voice of a child sounded from behind, and Nie Mingjue turned his head to find a scruffy kid.
"Are you from the Qishan Wen family?"
"Um, my name is Wen Wan. Wenqing is my aunt, and Wenning is my uncle."
Upon hearing the name "Wenqing," Nie Mingjue felt an instant surge of guilt in his heart. Although he was not the direct executioner, he could not escape the guilt of being an accomplice to the evil. Seeing this person inexplicably silent, Wen Wan spoke again before waiting for a response.
"I heard Uncle Ning say that you're very capable."
"It's okay." (Coming to his senses, with a slight smile)
"I want you to teach me how to cultivate."
"???"
" Brother Xian is not feeling well, Uncle Ning has to be busy taking care of everyone."
The implication is that there is currently no one available to teach him. Nie Mingjue suddenly felt that this child was somewhat interesting. After all, he has the bloodline of the Wen family, and he still has some backbone. Thinking of the fate of Wen Ruohan and the Wen, and also considering the mistakes he himself had made, Nie Mingjue immediately squatted down to observe Wen Wan's figure, feeling his bones all over.
"How old are you?"
"Four years old."
"Well, he's pretty good, much better than my little brother."
"Your little brother? Is he as good as you?"
"Um... I guess so, it's another kind of impressive."
Wen Wan didn't understand what "another kind of impressive" meant. He only knew that the current Master Nie must have the ability to be the head of a prestigious family. Although it might not necessarily be more impressive than Brother Xian.
"Would you be willing to teach me?"
"The techniques and principles are something your family elders should teach you, but they don't have time right now, so let me teach you the fundamental skills."
"A man's word is his bond!" (proudly)
"Word is bond!" (smiling)
Perhaps influenced by the vast grasslands, Wen Wan has unconsciously shed its shyness and timidity of meeting strangers. Nie Mingjue looks quite fierce, but as long as it helps him learn real skills, he's not afraid of anything.
After following Nie Mingjue for a few steps, the little head turned back, and in the eyes was the first determination ever made in this life. If Wei Wuxian were to see it, he would definitely make a joke, "A newborn calf is not afraid of tigers."
" Brother Xian, A-Yuan will protect you well in the future." (OS)
When people are young, they all have a desire for strength, just like A Yuan, who silently made up his mind, and like a certain exception who learned to write at a young age.
In theory, a boy should wait until the age of adulthood to choose a name, even if he has already made a name for himself early on, without the ability to cultivate enough skills by the age of twelve or thirteen. After all, in this world, talents like the Lan are still rare.
Lan Jingyi Da Ming Lan Nian, according to the the Lan family tree, belongs to the Xin generation. He was able to receive his name at birth, and it can be traced back to the period of the Sun Shooting, when both of his parents died in the the Lan war. As a collateral relative with no direct elders, he was taken in by the five elders, and the word " Jingyi " originated from that time.
The five elders are the head of the medical department, perhaps because they have been de Lin g with plants and trees for a lifetime, their mood is as natural and calm as the plants and herbs, and they emphasize a free growth in raising children. In addition, Jingyi's mother is a free-spirited woman from an outside family, so he broke free at a very young age, constantly challenging the the Lan family rules. If it weren't for the five elders as his backing, the Lan of Suzhou might have had its first disciple who hadn't learned to read before being punished to copy the family rules.
On this day, the little three-year-old boy swiftly swung his little legs as usual, running on the path deep in the clouds. Despite being small and having short legs, he ran very fast.
The little one had a clear goal - he wanted to go to the ancestral hall because he had just heard some terrible news - his most revered Lord Hanguang was going to be punished at the ancestral hall. How could he just stand by and watch Lord Hanguang being punished? Absolutely not!
Sure enough, as soon as he sneaked into the ancestral hall, he saw several elders sitting on both sides of the main hall. At the head was the clan leader, Marshal Ze Wu, and the senior elder of The Lan family, Mr. Lan. To be honest, he wasn't afraid of others, but Mr. Lan... he was too fierce!!!
What to do? Little Jingyi was a little scared, but this fear disappeared in an instant when the baton appeared.
"Stop!"
As soon as the voice fell, a figure with a lingering smell of milk even while running stood in front of Lan Wangji, round and puffy, facing the person holding the stick. This unexpected scene quieted the entire main hall.
" Jingyi? How did you come here alone?"
" Jingyi I have met Marshal Ze Wu, I have... I have met the gentleman." (Still a little scared)
Lan Qiren also recognized the blue Jingyi. He didn't like the child's temperament very much, but since the Fifth Elder is his cousin, he felt it would be awkward to punish him due to family ties. Therefore, he usually adopts an attitude of turning a blind eye to avoid trouble.
"Why don't you stay in Jueming Hall and come to the ancestral hall?"
Lan Qiren Although not showing anger, his serious expression is imposing enough to instill fear in the ears of the young Jingyi. But for Lord Hanguang, he cannot be afraid.
"You can't hit Lord Hanguang!"
"What are the kids making a fuss about!"
"I'm not making a fuss! Lord Hanguang is already pitiful without parents, why do you want to hit him!"
Little Jingyi didn't know why he blurted out and stabbed Lan Qiren and Lan Xichen in the heart. Several elders also looked at each other, not knowing what they remembered, feeling reluctant in their hearts. The little guy saw that the adults didn't respond, thought he was right, and continued to add another blow.
"Marshal Ze Wu, isn't Lord Hanguang your little brother? Why did you hit your little brother? Do you like Lord Hanguang? Do you not want Lord Hanguang as your little brother anymore?"
Lan Xichen was suddenly stabbed twice in a row, feeling extremely suffocated for a moment, unable to catch his breath, not knowing how to explain to a child.
"He made a mistake, so he must be punished."
"Sir, my grandfather said that hitting people is wrong! If sir wants to hit Lord Hanguang, then sir must also be punished!"
"......"
At this point, everyone ignored why a group of adult cultivators needed to explain to a child, and their thoughts were unconsciously led astray. Just then, the usually silent Lord Hanguang reached out and turned the little Jingyi to face himself. The sudden face-to-face gaze made the little one so nervous that he dared not even breathe, completely losing the boldness he had shown when confronting the sect leader and the elders earlier.
"Your name is Jingyi?"
"Yeah, Jingyi has met Lord Hanguang." (in a childish voice)
"You should be punished for your mistakes, so leave now."
"Lord Hanguang won't make a mistake!" (anxiously)
"No, everyone makes mistakes."
"What... What mistake did Lord Hanguang make?"
"He killed some bad people."
"Bad people? If they are bad people, why is it wrong?"
"Because the timing was wrong."
"But... he's still a bad person, a bad person is a bad person. My grandfather said, eliminating evil is not considered wrong."
"So what do you think is wrong?"
"Hmm... Jingyi I don't know."
"Do you want to know?"
"Mm!" (nods)
"Okay. (Light laughter, turning) Brother, take him downstairs."
Little Jingyi came in a fluster and left in a daze, until he was led out of the ancestral hall by the attendant next to Lan Xichen, still pondering the meaning of Lan Wangji's "okay."
However, he probably will never forget the moment when, just as he was about to leave, he heard a roar that sent a jolt through every bone and joint in his body.
"Attack!"
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