The Founder of Diabolism Chapter 63: Yourou No. 14
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Wei Wuxian murmured suddenly: “… Lan Zhan.”
He reached out and grabbed one of Lan Wangji’s sleeves.
Lan Wangji has been standing by his side until he was about to get up and was caught by him. He immediately leaned down and said softly, “I’m here.”
Wei Wuxian is not awake, his eyes are still tightly closed, but his hands are holding him, as if dreaming, muttering, “… you … don’t get angry …” >
Lan Wangji said for a moment, and said softly, “I’m not angry.”
Wei Wuxian said, “… oh.”
When he heard this, he felt relieved, his fingers were slightly loose.
Lan Wangji sat beside him for a while and saw that he was still motionless, and was ready to get up again. Who knows, Wei Wuxian grabbed him with another hand. Holding him with one arm, he shouted, “I’ll go with you, take me back to your house!”
Lan Wangji opened his eyes wide.
After shouting this, Wei Wuxian seemed to wake himself up, his eyelashes trembled, and slowly opened his eyes. From chaos to clearness, he suddenly found his hands like holding a life-saving straw, The driftwood in the water generally holds the blue forget machine.
He immediately withdrew his hand, and slammed away. The movement was too big, which affected the wound on the abdomen. “Ah” wrinkled his face, and then he remembered that there was still injury on his body. Among the Venus bursts, Jin Ling, Jiang Cheng, Jiang Yanli, Jiang Fengmian, Madam Yu … Many faces turned round in front of him. Lan Wangji held him down and said, “Abdominal injury?”
Wei Wuxian said: “Hurt? Nothing is not painful …” He opened his clothes and took a look. The already in the abdomen was properly bandaged. In fact, the action was not hindered. Do n’t be too fierce. He said: “This body still doesn’t work, I can’t hold it after a short break
Lan Wangji whispered quietly: “No one can hold his body for a while.”
Wei Wuxian said: “That’s not necessarily the case. If I change my previous body, I can hang it half an intestine and fight back for 300 games.”
Looking at him and waking up again, Lan Wangji shook his head and turned his face away. Wei Wuxian thought he was about to leave. He was busy: “Lan Zhan and Lan Zhan! Don’t go. I’m nonsense, I’m not good , Don’t ignore me. “
Lan Wangji said, “Are you afraid people will ignore you?”
Wei Wuxian said: “Afraid, afraid.”
He hasn’t experienced already for a long time. After waking up from an injury, someone feels like he’s on the side.
Lan Wangji has two swords around his waist, and he will take them down casually and hand him: “Your sword.”
Wei Wuxian said, “Thank you.”
Holding the hilt of the sword and gently pulling it out, his eyes are reflected on the bright blade edge. Wei Wuxian put it back into the sheath casually, and said, “Is it really a sword automatically?”
Lan Wangji also held the random hilt of the sword and pulled it out without moving. Wei Wuxian sighed, touched the sword body, and said, “I know that Jin Guangyao dare not make up blindly … it really seals the sword.”
He looked around. This is a clean and concise room, similar to the quiet room furnishings of Lan Wangji, but without a piano table. Wei Wuxian asked, “Where is this?”
Lan Wangji said: “Yunshen doesn’t know where.”
Wei Wuxian hesitated for a moment, and said, “… You took me back to Yunshen somewhere? Are you afraid of being discovered by your brother? Whose house is this?”
One humane: “Mine.”
Someone turned in after the screen. He was wearing a white shirt and a long, Correct Lan Xichen.
Lan Wangji got up and said, “Brother.”
Lan Xichen’s gaze moved from him to Wei Wuxian’s face, and he sighed, saying: “… forget the opportunity. Let me tell you what is good.”
I don’t know which side he was on. When Lan Xichen came in, Wei Wuxian should have been alert, but Lan Wangji was standing in front of him. He couldn’t be alert.
Lan Wangji said: “Brother. Chi Fengzun’s head is indeed in Jinlintai’s closet.”
Lan Xichen said, “What have you seen with your own eyes?”
Lan Wangji said, “He saw it with his own eyes.”
Lan Xichen said, “Do you believe him?”
Lan Wangji said: “Letter.”
He didn’t hesitate to answer, Wei Wuxian was enthusiastic. Lan Xichen said, “What about Jin Guangyao?”
Lan Wangji said: “Not credible.”
Lan Xichen smiled and said, “Forget the machine, how do you judge, is a person credible or not?”
He looked at Wei Wuxian and said: “You believe in Wei Young Master, but I believe in Jin Guangyao. Brother‘s head is in Jinlintai. We haven’t witnessed this in person. The understanding of another person, believe that person’s speech.
“You think you know Wei Wuxian, so you trust him; and I also think you know Jin Guangyao, so I trust him. You believe in my judgment, so can’t I trust my judgment?”
Wei Wuxian was afraid that the two brothers would quarrel because of this, and said, “Lord of the Blue!”
Lan Xichen said: “Wei Young Master, you don’t have to worry. Until the matter is clear, I won’t be partial to any party or expose your whereabouts. Otherwise I won’t hide you in my cold It’s in the room. “
He sat down squarely on the mat and said, “So, please tell me what you saw at Jinlintai.”
So, Wei Wuxian from his attachment to the paper man, talking about that weird secret letter, about the suicidal Qin Kun, the empathy, and the sealed head of Nie Minglu , Replayed the entire process of exploring Jin Lintai in detail.
After listening, Lan Xichen said, “That letter?”
Wei Wuxian can understand that the whole thing is a weird letter. It sounds like a far-fetched prop used to make lies, and the letter has been burned. How did you hear it? false. If you can find Chi Fengzun’s head, it will be easy to handle, but Jin Guangyao must now hide it in a more hidden place by already.
In the beginning, he looked at Jin Guangyao from the perspective of Nie Mingzhang and saw the cruelty and ambition of the person. However, if Jin Guangyao has always shown in disguise in front of Lan Xichen, there is no reason why he should not believe himself. The righteous brothers believe in a notorious person. Moreover, on the face of it, it seems quite reasonable that Nie Mingzhang’s exodus into the devil had already preceded him.
See Lan Xichen’s answer, looking down. Wei Wuxian said, “The direct cause of death of the blue lord, Chi Fengzun, was indeed a madness, but you don’t think that the timing is too coincident? If there is no incentive, why isn’t he sooner or later, but it is left to Jin Guangyao? What day will the deadline erupt? “
Lan Xichen said, “What do you think is the inducement.”
Wei Wuxian said, “I personally think that the inducement is the pure heart mystery that he plays.”
Lan Xichen said: “We should also know Wei Young Master, I taught him the pure heart mystery.
Wei Wuxian said, “So, please ask the Lord Lan, is there any strangeness in this piece?”
His flute was placed on the bedside. Wei Wuxian held it up and thought of lowering his head.
In the last three months of Nie Mingsun’s life, this song is played by Jin Guangyao almost every night. Wei Wuxian remembers the melody clearly. After the song was played, Wei Wuxian said, “Lord Zong, is this song really the one you taught him?”
Lan Xichen said: “Correct. This song is called” Washing China “, and it has the effect of purifying the mind and calming the soul.”
Lan Wangji didn’t say a word, which means that Lan Xichen was right. Wei Wuxian said: “Xihua. I have heard a lot of Xuanmen’s famous songs, why I don’t remember its name and melody?”
Lan Wangji said: “This song is cold and difficult to learn.”
Wei Wuxian said, “Is Jin Guangyao going to learn this by name?”
Lan Xichen said: “Correct,” Washing China “is difficult to learn, but it is very effective.
Wei Wuxian said: “Is this really difficult to learn?”
Lan Xichen said, “It’s hard to learn. Didn’t Wei Wei Young Master blow up the wrong paragraph?”
Wen Yan, Wei Wuxian moved in his heart and said, “Did I blow it wrong?”
Lan Wangji said: “There is a paragraph in the middle, wrong.”
Wei Wuxian laughed: “No, no. It wasn’t me who was wrong. It was Jin Guangyao who was wrong. In empathy, he really did that. I can guarantee that this song is a good sentence Repeated. “
Lan Xichen wondered: “Is that what he learned wrong? Impossible.”
Wei Wuxian said: “It’s really impossible. How can you conceive a wise man like Mi Fang who remembers the wrong tune? I’m afraid most of them are intentional! Let me blow it again, Lord Lan, Han Guangjun, you two But listen carefully to the section that says ‘wrong.’
He did blow it again. When the second paragraph was near the end, Lan Wangji said, “Stop.”
Lan Xichen said, “It’s just the section.”
Wei Wuxian took off the flute on his lips, and said, “This is really this paragraph? But I don’t think it sounds like a contradiction.”
Lan Xichen said: “It does not violate peace. However, it is definitely not a part of” Washing China. “
If it ’s a common mistake, it wo n’t blend in with the other parts of the original song. It ’s almost certain that this melody must have been deliberately polished and cha | came in.
And this paragraph does not belong to “Washing China”, but the strange melody mixed with “Washing China” is likely to be the key to Nie Mingxuan’s death!
Thinking for a moment, Lan Xichen said, “You follow me.”
Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian walked out of the cold room following his instructions. The time has passed, and Yunshen didn’t know that most of the people in the office had already rested, very quiet, and no one was on the way. Lan Xichen took them straight to the library.
Yunshen did not know where it was burned by a fire. The library library is not the library library of the year, but after the reconstruction, it is exactly the same as the original structure. Even the magnolia tree outside the cabinet was replanted. When the three entered the cabinet, Wei Wuxian said, “Lord Zong, can you find the source of this melody here?”
Lan Xichen said, “Not here.”
He came to a row of bookcases, squatted down, lifted a mat there, and uncovered the wooden board below, saying, “Here it is.”
Under the wood board is a hidden door.
Lan Wangji said: “Forbidden | Study room.”
Under the dark door, there is a dark ladder with more than 30 steps. The three people descend down the dark ladder in order, presenting in front of Wei Wuxian. It is a dry and wide basement, and the sound of footsteps in the basement is empty. Echo. Forbidden | There are rows of bookcases in the study room. There are books on the grid that are sparsely sorted. It seems that no one has turned them for many years.
Lan Xichen took them before a row of book grids, saying: “This grid is all different genealogy.”
Prohibited | There is a book case in the library, and there is only one paper lantern on the case. Lan Wangji took a pen and paper that had been unattended on the grid for many years, and wrote three tunes of that melody. Three people sat around the case of the book and cooperated with each other. Each person was responsible for dozens of books, one by one, and compared the scores listed in the banned book one by one, looking for the parts that matched them.
However, after two hours, none of them found a score that matches that melody. That is, no source has been found.
Wi Wuxian, while stroking the music in one glance, said, “Isn’t the Blue House’s collection library banned | Study’s Biography does not include this tune? Impossible, if even the Blue House has no collection, others The place is even impossible to collect. Wouldn’t Jin Guangyao create a Divine Comedy by himself? This would be troublesome, but although he is clever, he would eventually become a monk halfway, not so clever as to be able to create his own … “
Wei Wuxian looked at these dense small prints for a long time, and was a little dazzled. He still had a few copies on hand. Lan Wangji had finished reading his stack, and silently took the few books that Wei Wuxian had laid aside, and looked down. Lan Xichen slowly raised his eyes and saw this scene, seeming to stop talking.
At this moment, Lan Wangji said, “This one.”
He handed over the book in his hand, Wei Wuxian immediately excited, but carefully looked at the two pages he opened, comparing the residual spectrum in his hand and saying: “Are they completely different?”
Lan Wangji stood up, sat next to him, and showed him: “See two pages before and after.”
With their heads together, Lan Wangji spoke in his ear. Wei Wuxian’s hand shook and the book almost fell. It was so easy to settle my mind, forcing myself to remove my eyes from Lan Wangji’s long and fair fingers, and carefully distinguished, and said, “Ah, two pages before and after!”
At first glance, there seems to be nothing wrong with this book, but if you are familiar with the rhythm, if you pay more attention to it, you can see that the page opened, the song on the previous page and the page on the next page. The tune is not accessible.
Wei Wuxian took out the flute and played a section according to the score. Sure enough, the two tunes were disconnected. The half-section of the previous page and the half-section of the next page are not the same piece of music at all. There should be another page in the middle of the two pages, which was carefully torn away without leaving a trace.
This person tears very carefully, leaving no scraps of pages, making it hard to detect. Wei Wuxian flipped through the book, and saw the three-word title on the dark blue book cover.
Wei Wuxian said, “The Chaos Copy? What book is this? The tune in the book is strange.”
Lan Wangji said, “A secret collection of Eastern songs.”
Wei Wuxian said: “Secret song from Dongying? No wonder the tune is not the same as ours.”
Lan Xichen has a complex look, and said: “…” Languaoshu “, according to legend, is a monk who drifted overseas by boat and wandered in the East for several years, a collection of evil songs. The songs in this book, if played with spiritual power, can be harmful to people, or become thinner or irritable, or irritated with blood, or the five senses are out of order … Within human life. “