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Wei Wuxian suddenly felt like he had been stripped clean, Lan Wangji tore off the piece of cloth that he had never been willing to admit. He seemed passive, but the root of the problem lay in his own obsession with the golden core, and perhaps his inability to face the demon arts, just as Nie Huaisang once asked: "What can't be understood about Wei Wuxian, is it the world, or Wei Wuxian himself?"
At the time when Nie Huaisang asked, it still touched his heart, but that force was not enough to shake the hidden reefs in his heart, until now, Lan Wangji "casually" washed away the impurities on that reef, leaving no room for him to escape.
"Lan Zhan, you said, ' demon arts harms the body and the heart.'"
"I was not aware of my mistakes in the past."
"Wrong?"
"First, I only viewed the demon arts cultivation method with prejudice; second, I only thought about forcibly stopping it, without considering what you truly need; third, I was wrong in... (takes a deep breath) wrong in not being able to fully trust you, to trust that no matter what path you cultivate, you can always maintain your true heart. Wei Ying, I'm sorry."
Wei Wuxian has suffered countless grievances in this lifetime, but only this time did he finally find solace. When he was young, he thought a bowl of lotus root and pork rib soup would be enough to erase the slight imbalance in his heart, but it wasn't until today, in the incredibly warm embrace, that he realized what he truly wanted was far more than what he actually received, and that there are people in this world who truly cherish him.
Does he like Lan Wangji? There is admiration, there is longing, there is happiness, but the genuine heartfelt affection, he is still not sure. He doesn't want to invest in a relationship just because of a moment of admiration, that would be irresponsible to himself, and in the end, it would also hurt Lan Wangji, whom he most wants to protect.
"Lan Zhan, wait for me, it won't be too long, okay?"
With a voice tinged with tears, like warm milk that has been frothed, it feels tingly in the ears. Lan Wangji unconsciously tightens his grip around Wei Wuxian's arm and gently places a kiss on his forehead.
"Good."
There are few people in the world as patient as Lan Wangji, as long as his Wei Ying is still there, he is not afraid to wait.
The wind on the grassland is strong, but the two embracing each other do not feel cold. Their warmth, however, does not reach the other side of the group tents. At this moment, Xiao A Yuan is staring at the horse stance, and it's almost half an hour until the next cup of tea. His little head is sweating from the heat, and he has taken off his outer robe and tied it around his waist.
Nie Mingjue held a bowl of mare's milk wine, his eyes filled with eager anticipation. It had been many years since he had encountered such a promising talent. If it weren't for the current situation, he would have wanted to bring this child back to the the Nie Family so that his own incompetent younger brother could see. However, this was just a passing thought, as the child's identity as a member of the Wen Wan made it impossible for him to fulfill his wish.
Thinking of this, Nie Mingjue's deeply resentful nature began to make him restless. He had made a mistake in generalizing, and he needed to correct it and make amends. But being needlessly used as a pawn by others left a bad taste in his mouth. Considering the time, Nie Huaisang had been back in Qinghe for quite some time now. Even if his cultivation had not fully recovered, it was time for him to show his face again.
However, before that, we still need to make the most of the time to let this good seedling grow a little longer.
"Okay, Ayuan, take a rest."
"No, I can still... hold on a little longer." (Struggling)
"Too much is as bad as too little, take a rest."
"Oh. Ah..." (Taking small breaths)
"In the afternoon, I will teach you some stick techniques."
"Uncle Nie, don't you use a knife?"
"The knife is too heavy, you can't even lift it. Start with a lighter wooden stick first."
"Okay! I still want to practice archery!"
"I can't do archery, you already have the best husband for that."
"Oh? Who is it?"
"You guess." (laughs)
Spending a long time together gave Nie Mingjue a whole new impression of Wei Wuxian. The outstanding qualities that he had previously overlooked all became apparent—his lively yet firm and steady nature, his ability to see through situations and weigh the pros and cons, yet not being bound by his own small gains—this is a young man with a sense of righteousness in his heart. Even though he has been the sect leader for so many years, he dare not say that he can be so indifferent to the world. Fortunately, fortunately!
Being able to make such a close friend, I don't know what great luck my little brother has encountered. I'm afraid he has used up the blessings accumulated by our ancestors over generations.
At this moment, in the distant Qinghe Impure World...
"Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!" (Rubbing the bridge of the nose)
"Second Young Master, did you catch a cold? Put on an extra layer of clothing."
" Brother Young No need, I'm fine. It must be Big Brother scolding me again."
"Second Young Master You're overthinking it. The clan leader still cares about you."
"Don't count on it. Just thinking about that possibility makes my legs ache."
Nie Yang stopped talking, thought for a moment, and then turned to the small kitchen to instruct someone to prepare a hot soup to warm Nie Huaisang's body. The main host, who had just been joking and laughing a second ago, suddenly changed his expression as he looked at the letter in his hand. The paper read:
" Su Sher will assume the position of Vice Sect Leader of the Yunmeng Jiang Family."
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