The Untamed : Another story

The invitation

Lan Xichen's Pov

We arrived at the door of my brother's room and his husband. We knocked, but nobody answered. The same thing for the other two rooms. No answer!

Where could they be? Would they have given us the slip when they saw our "rigid" behavior? No, it was impossible, with Wangji's condition, they couldn't afford it!

I turned to A-Yao, who was also wondering.

"Let's go to the garden, they can't be far away!

We went out and walked along the gallery. In the small courtyard, Wangji and Wei Wuxian were sitting at a table. Young Master Lan had a Qin in front of him. Wangji seemed to be explaining something to them. Their son played the beginning of a melody... Wangji interrupted him to give him further instructions. Meanwhile, Wuxian was writing. From time to time, he asked a question which Wangji answered, followed by a melody played with application by the young man dressed in white who listened attentively.

Meanwhile, in the center of the courtyard, Jin Ling was facing his uncle with a sword in his hand. His uncle did not have his sword in his hand. What were they doing? Jin Ling made his attack, ... a kind of purple lightning came to strike his weapon, he jumped back to avoid the purple tongue and returned to face his uncle. The latter again slammed what looked like a whip of light from where we were standing! What kind of weapon was that? I had never seen anything like it! The wisp of light seemed to be coming out of the snake-like bracelet that was wrapped around his wrist. A chain connected it to a ring he wore on the middle finger of his right hand.

"You seem surprised? You don't know Zidian?" asked Wen Ning.

I hadn't heard him approach. From A-Yao's startle, I knew that he didn't either.

Wen Ning looked embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you..." He lowered his head and looked at the ground.

He looked really sorry and ashamed. I looked at him a little closer. He had fine and soft features, if you put aside the black veins that marbled his neck!

I had very little recollection of him and his sister when they came to YunShen Buzhi to study. His elder sister was a doctor and at first sight, he had followed the same path as her. A-Yao had engaged in a conversation with him.

"You didn't scare us, you just surprised us. We didn't hear you coming. You are really quiet!"

The fierce corpse sketched a smile. He looked happy to talk with us.

"Wen Gongzi, what is that weapon Jiang Zhong Zhu is carrying?" asked A-Yao.

"That's Zidian, the purple lightning of the Jiang clan. Master Jiang inherited it from his mother. It has the ability to extract wandering souls from the bodies they possess! And it can kill an evil spirit just by brushing against it, it all depends on the will of the wearer "

"This weapon looks formidable to me, Wen Gongzi"

"All spirit weapons are!"

"Spiritual weapons?" I asked. He nodded.

"Mnnnn, all our weapons are inhabited by spirits. Take Siubian, for example, when Master Wei died, she sealed herself up! No one could take it out of its sheath. It waited for his return. It's the same with Bichen, Master Lan's sword, Suihua, Master Jin's sword, and Bai HuaYong, SiZhui's weapon... their spirits are very powerful!"

"Bai HuaYong, ... was it Lan Yi's sword?"

"That's right, SiZhui inherited it at his coming-of-age exam."