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"Where is he?"
"Boss, that the Lan's boy ran ahead."
"Further ahead is Potter's Field, hurry and chase him!"
A black-clothed masked cultivator carrying a Nine Ring Broadsword swiftly galloped through the grove of ginkgo trees, splattering mud as it flew onto a pool of crimson blood. The red and black, scattered across the golden ginkgo-covered earth, carried a hint of lingering resentment.
Having escaped pursuit and endured heavy rain, Lan Wangji's azure blue robes had long lost their original appearance, bearing deep and shallow cuts from blade wounds that had pushed him to the brink of unconsciousness. In his haphazard flight, he stumbled upon an inn.
It's really strange that Yiling, which has always been poor, has most of its inns located in the city. How could someone open an inn in such a remote corner? It's worth noting that just a dozen miles further west is the Potter's Field, where thousands of fierce ghosts and evil corpses have been sealed for thousands of years.
Lan Wangji was almost exhausted, his vision beginning to blur. No matter how hard he tried, he could only make out the word "inn."
"I still want to run!"
No good! The gang of villains is catching up! Lan Wangji is indeed a top talent among his peers, but he is only fifteen years old now. It's natural that he can't resist being outnumbered. Since he formed his golden core, he has always had the habit of appearing in times of chaos, often not taking a single penny, only to protect the people. This time out for training is no different.
However, this time during his night hunting, he unexpectedly discovered a group of people raising little demons to possess and harm others for profit. Moreover, from his observations, their techniques and methods were quite aristocratic, so it's likely that some despicable person from the Immortal sect is causing trouble in the mortal realm.
If given the chance again, Lan Wangji would definitely leave evidence as a mark, then return to Gusu to report and seek help, instead of charging into the enemy camp alone. The cost of impulsiveness is indeed very high.
"Hmph! You little brat, still wet behind the ears, and you want to meddle in others' business. This is not your territory in Suzhou. Since you don't want to live, I'll send you to Potter's Field!"
At the command of the lead masked person, everyone drew their knives to attack. Lan Wangji also intended to gather the last of his spiritual power to fight to the death. Just then, a red silk flew from the sky, effortlessly throwing all the masked people aside, and then carried Lan Wangji up to the rooftop.
"What the heck! Daring to pick a fight with me!"
"I haven't even asked what you guys are, and you dare to act recklessly at my Red Dust Inn."
Lan Wangji OS: (Red Dust Inn... Inn?)
He had heard of the Red Dust Inn. It was said that this inn was opened by a mysterious person claiming to be the Ancestor Yiling in recent years. It was clearly a building, but it often changed its location. No matter where it was located or what kind of guests it received, the rule of the Red Dust Inn had always been—no bloodshed—violators would be killed!
Lan Wangji struggled to lift his head and barely made out the figure standing before him. It was a young man dressed in red, with golden embroidery on his outer robe, giving off an air of nobility. He wore a white gauze cap that obscured his face, but from the high ponytail on his head and the clear and melodious voice he had just heard, it was not difficult to infer that this person was of a similar age to him.
"So, another yellow-haired kid. Do you think you can pass yourself off as the Ancestor Yiling just by hanging a tattered sail from the Red Dust Inn? I bet you haven't even grown all your hair yet."
"I see that you guys are a bunch of hairy creatures, no wonder you look so ugly and nothing like humans."
"I'm going to teach you a lesson! Quickly drop that kid and kneel down to kowtow to me eighteen times, then I'll spare you today!"
"Sorry, my father has been dead for eight hundred years. If you want to serve as my father, please go die first."
"Damn it! Refuse the toast, drink the penalty, I'll kill one today, I'll kill two! Bring them all to me!"
"Red Dust Inn No blood is allowed. Offenders will be killed!"
The voice of the young man in red clothes had been exuding an arrogant and unrestrained demeanor all along, but in the last sentence, it instantly became fierce, and the chill leaking from his lips and teeth was enough to penetrate all vitality.
Two ribbons glowing with red light flew out from his wide sleeves. One sent the masked man flying into the air, while the other pierced through the hearts of the villains without hesitation, one after another like a string of pearls. No blood was seen, yet the villains were already dead.
Seeing the crisis resolved, Lan Wangji could no longer hold on, and he fainted completely. When he regained consciousness, he found himself lying in a warm bed, but... he was completely naked.
"Are you awake?"
In response, Lan Wangji was stunned. With delicate and charming peach blossom eyes, a handsome and graceful smile, this was clearly not a young man from the wilderness, but a celestial and beautiful youth.
"Hey! Snap out of it. I know I'm good-looking, but you don't have to stare at me like that."
"Sorry... I was being rude."
"It's nothing, anyway, you look pretty good. Um... you're the best-looking person I've ever seen."
"......(ears turning red) I... my clothes."
"Oh, you were covered in mud and blood before, so I took the liberty of cleaning you up. We're both men, what's yours is mine, no need to worry about the details!"
"Um..."
"But it's not quite the same."
"What?"
The young man in red suddenly approached, with a hint of malice on his face, causing Lan Wangji to instinctively tighten the cotton quilt covering himself and subtly move his body backward.
"You, you look thin, but... tsk, in the right places, you still hold up quite well."
"You...you...stop talking nonsense."
"I'm not talking nonsense. I have compared it with my own hands. It's about...this long, and this many meters!"
Since he was born fifteen years ago, Lan Wangji had never seen such a passionate and unrestrained scene. Not only did he speak, but he also gestured with his hands. Now, not only his ears, but even his whole head felt as if it had just been through a steamer.
"Okay, I won't tease you anymore. You are a person from the Gusu Lan, right?"
"Mm."
"That's good then. When I was out for a stroll this morning, I found your distress signal. It must have been something you lost. I've already sent a letter, so I think your family should arrive in Yiling later. Here, I bought you some new clothes. Once you've changed, you can leave."
The young man in red made as if to leave, but Lan Wangji grabbed hold of his wide sleeve.
"What's wrong?"
"I... I am called Lan Zhan, with the courtesy name Wangji. And you... how should I address you?"
"Lan Zhan, Lan Wangji, hmm~ nice names. As for me~ (laughs) This is Red Dust Inn, so naturally I am Ancestor Yiling."
"......"
"Don't believe it?"
"I believe."
"Hmm, you seem as dull as a stick, but surprisingly interesting. Oh, by the way, this is for you."
The young man in red pulled out a plain handkerchief from his pocket and handed it over. Lan Wangji opened it and saw that it was his forehead ribbon. There was not a single stain or trace of blood on it, clearly indicating that it had been carefully cleaned.
"Don't worry, I know that you the Gusu Lan treasure your forehead ribbon. I personally washed it, spotlessly clean. You're getting special treatment like no other in the world."
"......"
"What's wrong again? Are you not happy even after I cleaned you up?"
"No."
"Then why do you look like you've been bullied? Someone who doesn't know might think I did something to you."
"the Lan family rules says, 'Wipe the forehead... Wipe the forehead...'"
"What's wrong with wiping the forehead?"
Lan Wangji looked steadily at the person in front of him, then glanced at the cloth in his hand, but ultimately did not continue speaking. the Lan family rules were regarded as a standard by their own people, but they couldn't use it to restrict others' freedom, and... marriage.
"Since you're not talking, you really are a thorough stick-in-the-mud. Alright, go change your clothes. You don't need to say goodbye to me on purpose. (One leg steps out the door and then comes back) Also, my name is Wei Ying Wei Wuxian. If my Red Dust Inn can't continue or I don't want to run it anymore, I'll come to live with you in Gusu~ When that time comes, you have to come pick me up~ Until we meet again!"
Wei Wuxian finished speaking and left, leaving only a glimpse of his ponytail for Lan Wangji to see. When he hurriedly finished dressing and walked out, the entire inn was nowhere to be found. In the instant he stepped out of the main gate of the Red Dust Inn, the entire building disappeared as if it had never existed.
Lan Wangji OS: (Could he be the grandson of Ancestor Yiling...?)
"Wangji! Wangji!"
Lan Wangji didn't expect that Lan Xichen would personally bring people. Who else could be following him other than his parents and uncle? But come to think of it, the signal that Wei Wuxian released for him was the exclusive signal of the Lan Family, and it should not be used without a life-threatening situation. In this case, it is understandable for the Lan Family to mobilize all their resources.
The head of the Lan Family, the lady of the house, the young master, the former and current Disciplinary Officer, along with several elders, and dozens of disciples, quickly cleaned up the mess that Lan Wangji had discovered earlier. It turned out to be a wrongdoing caused by a small family under the the Lanling Jin, which made Lan Qiren so angry that he personally suppressed the head of that small family and went to Jinlintai to hold them accountable. After scolding Jing Guanshan for a while, he finally forced Jing Guanshan to make a public announcement and handle the aftermath properly before considering the matter resolved.
Back to Lost in the Clouds, Lan Wangji did not mention Red Dust Inn and Wei Wuxian, only saying that he was fortunate to be saved by an unnamed freelance cultivator. Lan Xichen was worried about his health and insisted on taking him to Elder Five's pharmacy to get a lot of tonic medicines.
The physical deficiencies can be remedied with medicine, but the emotional void is not so easily filled.
Three years have passed, and Lan Wangji still maintains the habit of appearing in times of chaos and hunting at night, while also inquiring about the whereabouts of Red Dust Inn. But somehow, since that incident, there has been no news of Red Dust Inn in the cultivation world, and Lan Wangji's already flawed heart has become increasingly desolate day by day.
Where there is hope, there is disappointment. With too much disappointment, one dares not to indulge in any more fantasies.
This day happens to be the Lantern Festival, and Lan Wangji is discussing the family's ritual arrangements for the end of the first month with his parents, uncle, and older brother in the cold room. Suddenly, a disciple reports that a young master has arrived at the mountain gate to see Second Young Master, claiming to be repaying a marriage debt.
"Marriage debt!?" (Everyone is surprised, looking at Lan Wangji)
"???!!! Father, mother, Wangji doesn't know."
"What else did that person say?" (This is the old mother who is always thinking about her son's marriage)
"Madam, that young master said that a few years ago, he accidentally bumped into Second Young Master, and at that time he had personal matters to attend to and couldn't promise anything. Now that everything is settled, he has come to fulfill this marriage debt."
"What? Zhan, my son, is amazing! He's finding a wife all by himself!" (This is an extremely excited mother)
"Brother-in-law, a nobleman is coming, a nobleman!" (This is an expressionless old uncle)
"What's wrong with the nobleman? My Zhan is the one looking for a wife!" (This is a proud mother)
"Wangji, what's going on? When did someone touch your forehead?" (This is a steady old father)
"Father, mother, uncle, Wangji... Wangji doesn't remember letting anyone touch his forehead..."
"But did you remember something?" (This is the old mother waiting to eat her own child's melon)
In the midst of his melancholy expression, a glimmer of light suddenly appeared, and Lan Wangji's desolate heart revived in an instant. He hurriedly asked his disciple, "What color robe was that young master wearing?"
"Report to Second Young Master, red robe."
Red! Red! Lan Wangji seemed to forget that he was in the cold room, and that the family rules maker was right beside him. He stood up and ran outside.
"Lost in the Clouds No running!" (This is an uncle focused on teaching)
"Lost in the Clouds And no loud noises either~" (This is a sensible mother)
"Brother, are you going to take care of it?" (This is an older uncle seeking support)
"Oh, Xichen, where did we leave off in our discussion just now?" (This is the father pretending to be deaf and dumb)
"Father, we were just talking about..." (This is the particularly insightful older brother)
Lan Wangji's two ears emitted a buzzing sound as they ran, and the face that he would think of dozens of times every day and night became clearer than ever before. Without exaggeration, Lan Wangji clearly sensed the gap in his heart, which was rapidly growing new tissue at the speed of light, gradually returning to its original shape. And when he saw that hint of red at the mountain gate, his heart was complete.
"Wei Ying!"
"Lan Zhan!"
"You're here."
"Mm, I'm here."
"You..."
"I'm not running the inn anymore, nowhere to go, so I had to come and seek refuge with you~ Do you... want me or not?"
"I do!"
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