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The next day, [-] hours.

Lan Zhan got up on time. When he looked at the unfamiliar environment around him, he was stunned for a second, then sat up abruptly.

When he caught sight of Wei Ying, who was disheveled by the bed, he was in a bad mood, his hands clenched into fists, and his expression became extremely gloomy.

Lan Zhan smelled the alcohol on his body, and recalled how he violated the prohibition on drinking alcohol... a burst of anger welled up in his chest.

"Wei Ying!" He gritted his teeth and called Wei Ying's name.

Fortunately, Lan Zhan, who has a very poor capacity for alcohol, is broken, and he doesn't remember what happened after he was drunk, otherwise...Wei Ying might never be able to get out of the cloud.

Here, Wei Ying, who always sleeps two or three hours later than others, was not woken up at all, but his body instinctively stayed away from danger, reacted and rolled away from Lan Zhan, snoring on the ground...

Lan Zhan's complexion, which was as white as jade, was now as black as the bottom of a pot.

When he saw Lan Lian's mask, he was even more annoyed!

He took a few deep breaths with extreme patience, barely suppressing his no longer calm heart.

At this moment, the descendants of the Gusu Lan family came to check the house to see if there were any descendants from the aristocratic family who went down the mountain without permission.

Lan Zhan's originally tightly frowned eyebrows tightened even more. Finally, after he sighed, he got up and smoothed the wrinkled robe, put it on and wiped his forehead, and took the bichen by the bed and put it back on his waist.

There was a polite and orderly knock on the door, but no one opened the door for a long time.

The two disciples outside the door, who noticed something different, glanced at each other, and knocked on the door more vigorously and frequently.

Then, with a look of grief as if he was going to die, Lan Zhan took Wei Ying's collar in one hand, lifted it up and walked out the door.

After opening the door with the other empty hand, the two disciples of the Lan family outside the door suddenly widened their eyes, and after realizing it, they hurriedly saluted Lan Zhan and said hello.

"Han, Hanguang-jun... Good morning!"

Lan Zhan nodded sternly, then walked towards the Discipline Hall.

Hanguang-jun, unexpectedly, actually drank alcohol! !

The remaining two disciples looked at each other when they smelled the lingering smell of wine, and then they hurried to report this important matter to the suzerain!

……

Precept Hall

Several senior members of the Lan family had been waiting for a long time, all of them had serious faces, and four of them were holding sandalwood rulers that were longer than humans!

Wei Ying woke up in a daze after being carried for a while by Lan Zhan. When two disciples of the Lan family stepped up to take over, pinned him down, and forced him to kneel on the ground, Wei Ying was already fully awake.

Wei Ying struggled a bit, he didn't have any strength when he just woke up, and the Lan family members had a lot of strength, so he couldn't move for a while... Wei Ying glared at Lan Zhan.

"Lan Zhan! As for what, you want to punish me severely?!"

Listening to Wei Ying's unbelievable questioning, Lan Zhan remained expressionless. He lifted his hem and knelt on the ground.

Lan Zhan said to Lan Zhi, the master of the Discipline Hall.

"Wang Ji is a member of the Lan family. He knowingly committed a crime and drank alcohol. I would like to receive two hundred rulers, and I ask the hall master to do it!"

Lan Zhi nodded in relief, "If you know your mistakes, correct them, that's fine, then I'll let you." When the dignified old man put his eyes on Wei Ying, he frowned and said, "As for... Yunmengjiang Mr. Wei of the Lan clan, as a foreigner, has repeatedly violated the rules of the Lan clan, so he will receive fifty rulers as punishment."

Wei Ying was shocked when he heard this.

Fifty blows from such a long ruler!Do I still...have my life to return to Yunmeng...?

Wei Ying immediately wanted to open his mouth to bargain. Lan Zhan had seen Wei Ying's glib mouth before, so how could he give him a chance!

Lan Zhan, who originally thought he was a confidant, but didn't expect to be a scum, was so angry that he couldn't calm down, he said coldly: "Fight!"

Seeing that Lan Zhan was so rigid, Wei Ying felt angry.

Enough is enough!He quickly explained: "Wait!"

"Lan Zhan was forced to drink by me, if you want to punish me, fine me! 250 yards, I'll take it all!"

Lan Zhan looked at Wei Ying involuntarily when he heard the words, paused, then looked back and said, "Don't worry about it, fight!"

Wei Ying looked tired for a while, looking at the old-fashioned little guy who stood up straight, remained silent after being beaten, and knelt very upright, he also accepted it!

No one loses!He can, can, can!able……

"...Wow ah ah ah!!"

It was only when the ruler fell on him that he realized how severe the torture was. Anyway, Wei Ying couldn't help it, and kept crying and howling.

When they heard the news and rushed over, the children of the aristocratic family who were watching from afar were trembling just looking at it!

Okay, so harsh...a punishment!

……

When the ruler hit fifty strokes, Lan Lian, who was called by Jiang Yanli to help, came to the rescue and stopped her.

"Wait a minute!"

When Lan Lian appeared, the whole scene seemed to be suspended for a few seconds, and then the disciples of the Lan family in the Discipline Hall immediately took a few steps back in panic.

As the head of the hall, Lan Zhi subconsciously wanted to retreat when he saw his granddaughter, but he couldn't. My Lan's family rules!"

Lan Lian flicked her robe neatly, and knelt down on the ground, "I didn't know that there was wine in Yunshen, but it was because of my ignorance. I was the main cause of this matter, and I should be punished, and I should be punished!"

Lan Zhi pointed at her angrily and was speechless for a long time, finally sighed, put his hands back and leaned back.

As soon as he turned his gaze, he saw Lan Huan not far away, smiling and nodding... It was not easy for Lan Huan to show up. After all, he shouldn't have interfered in this matter, so he wanted to avoid suspicion.

The head of the family doesn't care about it, what else can he do.

Lan Zhi: "You... oh!"

"Okay, okay! Since you are so sincere in admitting your mistakes, this time the fifty rulers are fine, but you are not allowed to go to the cold spring to heal your injuries, and the three of you have gone to the library to copy the ritual chapter twenty times today!"

"Thank you, Grandpa." Lan Lian thanked him.

"Hmph!" Lan Zhi snorted softly, and left with the elder Lan's disciples.

Immediately, Wei Ying was swarmed by the children of the aristocratic families who had made good friends with him, caring about the injury or saying a few words of admiration.

Jiang Cheng, who couldn't squeeze in, saw that Wei Ying was still smiling, said a few words to Wei Ying angrily, pushed the others away, and carried him back to his residence...

Wei Ying howled aggrievedly, telling Jiang Cheng to be careful, don't drop him!

Jiang Cheng: "It's just you...huh! You have rough skin and thick flesh, you won't die if you fall!"

Nie HuaiSang burst out laughing, and was warned by Wei Ying's eyes, Nie HuaiSang quickly suppressed his laughter, followed closely, fanned Wei Ying, and said he would bring him some delicious tonics.

Lan Zhan got up, as if nothing had happened, and was about to go back to his quiet room, Lan Lian also got up quickly, walked beside him and said: "Wang Ji, don't be angry, brother Wei likes to drink, he must want to give you this." That's what friends do."

Lan Zhan kept a straight face, noncommittal.

"Don't be like this. Brother Wei is really nice. He has a sense of responsibility. The most important thing is...he can see it too." Lan Lian's cheerful tone suddenly became low.

Lan Zhan paused for a moment, then looked at Lan Lian, and saw that she was holding the mask with one hand and looking up to the sky.

"I'm very happy... I want to make this friend, forget about me... can I?" Lan Lian hesitated.

Lan Zhan stroked the top of her hair lightly, the corners of his mouth raised.

"can."

Encouraged, Lan Lian smiled joyfully, and then returned to normal and teased: "But Wangji, I see Mr. Wei, he likes you more, so I have to work on Wangji...be nicer to Mr. Wei."

"...It's absolutely nothing." Lan Zhan withdrew his hand and continued to move forward.

"Hey...it really is, Wangji don't say what you mean, I think you treat Mr. Wei very differently."

"……No."

……

Library

A green seat, a wooden case, and two candlesticks form a table.

Lan Zhan sat upright, transcribing the Rites, writing slowly and neatly.

So... six hours have passed, and Wei Ying became dizzy after copying more than a dozen pages, and he stopped copying a long time ago. As for why he didn't fall asleep.

It was because of the cool cushion under the buttocks, which was specially made by Lan Lian by citing the cold spring water from their healing sanctuary. The healing effect was good...but it was a bit cold.

This is a different kind of hanging beam... Lan Lian really understands herself!

Looking at Lan Lian's place again, her desk is full of books that she copied out of ancient books, stacked so high that it almost obscures her figure...Because Wei Ying is tall, There is also the matter of angle, so it can be seen.

She wrote without hesitation, and her words were perfect.

It is proficient at first glance, and I don't know how many times I copied it to get this speed!

Hey... Life is short, why do you have to blame yourself like this?

Wei Ying looked at Lan Zhan again out of boredom. The Lan family produced many beautiful men, especially the generation of Lan Huan and Lan Zhan, who were given the nickname Lan Zhan.

It's still very seductive to look at, but it's just a stern face all day long without any vitality, no matter how good-looking it is... it's getting tired of it.

The person who was tired of talking now scribbled and drew a portrait, and the person in the painting was Lan Zhan.

Lifelike, lifelike... Even his demeanor is [-]% similar to his own.

"Like, really like, brother Wei is really concerned about Wangji." After copying the ancient books he had collected outside, Lan Lian saw Wei Ying painting, so he came over curiously to have a look.

"Wow!" Wei Ying was taken aback. After patting his chest, he complained, "Lan Lian, why are you here?"

"I've finished copying. Seeing that Brother Wei is rarely concentrating on writing, I'm curious to come over to take a look, but I don't want to scare Brother Wei. No wonder."

Naturally, Wei Ying didn't care about such small things, he just touched his chin and looked at the painting, then raised his head and asked, "I always feel that something is missing... What do you think, Lan Lian?"

Lan Lian chuckled, and replied mischievously: "People are more delicate than Hua, why are there fewer flowers?"

Hearing this, Wei Ying burst out laughing, and then said: "Haha, what you said makes sense, makes sense." As he spoke, he picked up a brush and swished on a couple of strokes, adding a flower to Lan Zhan's temple.

"Perfect!" After putting away the pen, picking up the painting and blowing on the wet ink marks, Wei Ying came to Lan Zhan and slapped the painting on Lan Zhan's desk.

"Is the painting good?" Wei Ying didn't wait for him to speak, and continued on his own: "Hey, you don't need to answer, I know it's good, I'll see you off, you're welcome."

The movement of Lan Zhan's writing was sluggish, and after glancing at the painting, the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

Seeing this, Wei Ying triumphantly went back to his desk and copied the book peacefully.

Lan Lian saw that Wang Ji's patience with Wei Ying was getting higher and higher, and she smiled knowingly, she really regarded him as a friend.

One still and one moving, complementary, just right.

……

One day, two days, three days... Wei Ying always finds ways to make trouble with Lan Zhan, otherwise he won't be able to copy books.

However, Lan Zhan, that stuffy gourd, can't hold back a few words, and Wei Ying is also very melancholy.

Lan Zhan annoyed him so much that sometimes he would silence him when he got annoyed.

Mostly, those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black. When Lan Zhan realized that he hated Lan's silence technique the most, he was silenced after he failed to speak a few words.

The cabbage that Lan Qiren worked so hard to raise has become wilted unknowingly... Hehe.

Wei Ying is not afraid of Lan Zhan, with Lan Lian around, it takes only a few minutes to unravel the silence technique!

Lan Lian is a very qualified friend. When he sees that he is really bored or is silenced, he will come out to relieve the atmosphere and discuss with him how to make a magic weapon that guides the location of evil spirits.

If the two of them talked enthusiastically, Lan Zhan would also say a few words of his own advice... Only in this day can we live on.

The magic weapon was finally decided to be made into a disc similar to a compass. After half a month, the disc that could point out the location of the evil spirits was researched.

When naming it, because the two little old-fashioned still had fresh memories of the random name source before, they rejected Wei Ying's request to name it with great interest.

In the end, Lan Zhan named it Fengxie Pan.

Well, people with ink in their bellies have different names, so that's it.

Happy day, Wei Ying went to the back mountain to catch two white rabbits, ready to tease Lan Zhan.

Library

Lan Zhan was sitting by the desk reading a book, Lan Lian didn't know where he had gone.

"Lan Zhan, look at me." Wei Ying just came in from the window.

"What are you doing here? You don't need to copy books today." Lan Zhan didn't lift his head.

"I have something to do with you! It happens that Lan Lian is not here. I came to apologize to you. I was wrong before. I shouldn't let you drink. Forgive me." Wei Ying said, walking in front of Lan Zhan, from his arms He took out two fat rabbits and put them on the table.

"Here, this is an apology, what do you want?"

"No." Lan Zhan said indifferently.

While the two were talking, one of the lively rabbits jumped into the Lan Zhan inkstone and stained it with ink, and then jumped wildly on the table, leaving many black footprints...

Just as he closed the book and set it up, Lan Zhan, who happened to catch sight of it, instantly turned dark.

At this time, the rabbit was still crawling on the body of the quiet companion, its white fur was dyed black, and Lan Zhan, who had excellent eyes, had noticed that these two were males earlier, and his face twisted for a while.

What a system!

Lan Zhan looked at Wei Ying with fire in his eyes.

Seeing that Lan Zhan was angry, Wei Ying quickly pulled out a sword from his waist and put it in front of him.

When Lan Zhan saw the sword, his brows and eyes softened immediately. He pulled out the scabbard and looked at the blade, only to see the extremely familiar sword.

"It...how could it be here with you." Lan Zhan regretfully inserted it back into the mismatched wooden scabbard.

"Well...it's a long story."

"Long story short." Lan Zhan said flatly.

"Ahem... I guessed before that Wuming didn't recognize the owner, so Lan Lian had no way to recall it, but it was hard to find if it fell into the lake. Thinking of such a good sword, it would be a pity to lose it. Leaving Caiyi Town I entrusted someone to look for it before."

Wei Ying continued to add with some awkwardness at this moment: "And... at that time, it seemed that you blamed yourself quite a bit, well! I just wanted to repay your life-saving grace..."

Upon hearing this, Lan Zhan looked at him in surprise.

"Cough! Now that I'm lucky enough to find it, I want to entrust you to hand it over to Lan Lian, that's all." Wei Ying hastily finished.

Lan Zhan was in a complicated mood at the moment, and finally said softly: "Thank you..."

Wei Ying's eyes lit up instantly, it was the first time he heard Lan Zhan thanking someone!

He hastily grabbed the ears of the two rabbits, and hurriedly said, "You're welcome, you're welcome..."

It was rare for Lan Zhan to see Wei Ying nervous and uncomfortable, and he couldn't get used to it, so he changed the subject and said, "In half a month, it will be Wangxian's birthday, can you please do me a favor."

Wei Ying became interested and asked curiously, "What is it, what is it?"

"I... see that you have good hands-on skills, so I wonder if you can make a wooden sword and give it to Wang Xian." Lan Zhan looked at the wooden sheath that was eighty percent similar to the unnamed scabbard, and had an impromptu idea.

"Sure." Wei Ying nodded in response, and then said, "Give me a detailed drawing of Wuming's appearance in two days, and I'll be leaving first." Wei Ying carried the rabbit and prepared to leave.

Lan Zhan looked at the rabbit, and called Wei Ying hesitantly, "Stop."

"Huh?" Wei Ying turned around suspiciously.

"Where are you taking them?"

Wei Ying replied with a smirk: "You don't want it, it just so happens that my mouth has become weak recently."

"Injury, taboo." Lan Zhan frowned, looking at Wei Ying.

"...Cut!" Lan Zhan, this little old-fashioned man, has made some progress, but, "Anyway, you don't want it, so why bother?"

Lan Zhan: "...give it to me."

Wei Ying smiled and threw it over, "Here it is for you, Lan Zhan, it's done!"

So... Lan Zhan's white robe was dyed black, and the frightened rabbit kicked and kicked in his arms, forcing Lan Zhan to lie back on the mat.

"Wei, Ying!!"

"Hahaha..." Wei Ying's joyous laughter faded away gradually, but it kept echoing in Lan Zhan's heart and lingered for a long time.

……

Another half month passed, and it was Lan Lian's birthday.

Only this day, she will only wear a white veil.

In the library.

Before Lan Lian came, Wei Ying first showed Lan Zhan the finished wooden sword.

Lan Zhan, who was reading Buddhist scriptures, put the book on the desk, got up and took a few steps, pulled out his wooden sword and examined it carefully.

[-]% of them are similar, and the remaining [-]% are just because of different materials...

"That's right, I'm sorry." Lan Zhan put the wooden sword back into its sheath and threw it to Wei Ying.

After finishing speaking, Lan Zhan tossed off his robe, sat back in the banquet, picked up the book and opened it again.

After putting the wooden sword in his waist, Wei Ying took a few steps back, putting his hand on the hilt of the random sword he had been throwing here and there, which was rarely brought today... as if preparing for battle.

Lan Zhan just opened the book, just glanced at it, and threw the book away in a hurry.

The content in the book has become a patterned, naked and intertwined person...

Don't have to think about it, you know that Wei Ying just now, while he was watching the sword, replaced his Buddhist scriptures with erotic pictures!

"I don't know, I'm ashamed..." Lan Zhan murmured, shrinking back to the corner for a moment, when he saw that Wei Ying was almost unable to straighten up with laughter due to his reaction, he shouted angrily: "Wei Ying——! !!"

Lan Zhan trembled, his legs were a little weak from the fright, he barely straightened up, immediately pulled out Bichen from his waist, and pointed his sword at Wei Ying.

"You—you!" Lan Zhan was out of breath, holding back for a while, but couldn't utter any curse words.

"Wei Ying! We fought!!"

Wei Ying repeatedly waved his hands and refused, "No, no, I won't fight."

"Demeanor, pay attention to your manners, Hanguang-jun!" Wei Ying said, highlighting his casualness, which was specially brought to avoid being stabbed to death by Lan Zhan, who became angry. He reminded hypocritically: "Lan Zhan, you But take it easy, I'm carrying a sword today, it's really fighting, do you want this Zangshu Pavilion?"

"Come on, take a deep breath, calm down~"

Lan Zhan was so angry that his whole face turned pale, he glared at Wei Ying tremblingly, and didn't speak any more.

At this time, Lan Lian, who was outside the door, almost heard the cause and effect.

Originally, because today was the anniversary of her mother's death, she was depressed, but seeing that Wang Ji was being bullied too hard, she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and walked in with a smile on her face.

"It's okay, it's ruined, it's ruined, Wang Ji let go of the fight, I can afford it." Lan Lian said proudly.

When Lan Zhan saw Lan Lian's first reaction, he poured spiritual power into his right hand and struck at the erotic book. Immediately, the book broke into pieces and fell one after another.

Wei Ying looked at Lan Lian dumbfounded at this moment, hey!The heritage of a family, can it be destroyed if it is said to be destroyed? !

Then, I heard Lan Lian add with a smug smile: "Did you forget Wangji? In the entire library, all the books placed here are newly copied by me, and the originals are well preserved."

"So—don't worry about it."

Wei Ying's face instantly turned bitter, and he only felt that my life was over.

Lan Zhan raised the corner of his mouth when he heard this, and immediately swung his sword to attack Wei Ying!

The offensive was fierce, and Wei Ying had to fight hard, but who is Wei Ying!

His mind was spinning quickly, and he made a quick remedy. He immediately pulled out the imitation Wuming from his waist and threw it at Lan Lian.

Wei Ying yelled: "Little birthday boy! Save me if you accept my gift!"

Lan Lian took the wooden sword, looked at it intently, her eyes softened, she stroked the sword gently, and said without raising her head.

"It's my birthday today, I'm the oldest, Wang Ji looks at my face, I won't let you see blood, but...you have to apologize if you do something wrong, do you think it's Brother Wei?"

The implication is, no gift, no apology, you just resign yourself to fate.

Wei Ying said again and again: "Yes, yes, yes!" He quickly rushed behind Lan Lian, and Lan Zhan put his sword back into its sheath in Lan Lian's face.

After Wei Ying heaved a sigh of relief, he quickly went to the table where he often sat this month, took out a small white pot and put it on the table. Two small seedlings grew in the pot, and it was impossible to tell what it was.

With an idea, he tentatively took out the small green bead given by the earth spirit earlier, put it in, and saw a surprising scene.

The bead disappeared, and at a speed visible to the naked eye, the two seedlings twisted together in an instant, then quickly grew up and became a small tree, and then blossomed and produced small golden loquat fruits, which was quite festive nice.

Wei Ying gave a lucky smile at this time, picked up the loquat potted plant, and handed it to Lan Zhan.

"Lan Zhan, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be joking like this, I didn't expect you to have such a big reaction—I'm sorry, I'm sorry." No, Wei Ying did it on purpose, good things should be shared, as for Lan Zhan Saying... is a scourge, it's none of his business!

Seeing that Lan Zhan didn't respond, Lan Lian knew that he was angry, so she helped Lan Zhan take it.

"Ah ha ha... Now that the gift has been accepted, it means you forgive me! I have committed a violation of the rule that you are not allowed to fight privately. I will go to the Discipline Hall to receive my punishment. See you later!" Wei Ying smiled awkwardly, and then hurried to find An excuse to stay away from Lan Zhan's sight of death.

Watching Wei Ying go away, Lan Zhan took the potted plant expressionlessly and walked out of the library.

Lan Lian looked at the messy Library Pavilion, and after asking someone to clean it up, she happily brought the imitation Wuming back to the Immortal Room to play with.

Today was the happiest birthday in her life, and it was also the first time she received a gift from someone else!

.........