Chapter 115 One Hundred and Fifty
Chapter Summary: [As he spoke, Jin Zixuan spurred his horse to the firing range. This row of targets was a hurdle before officially entering the mountains…]
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As he spoke, Jin Zixuan spurred his horse to the front of the shooting range. This row of targets was a checkpoint before officially entering the mountain; those participating in the hunt had to hit one target from a designated distance to qualify. There were seven circles of targets, each corresponding to one of the seven mountain paths leading into the range. The closer the arrow landed to the bullseye, the better the terrain of the corresponding path. Jin Zixuan didn't slow down at all; he drew an arrow with a backhand, pulled back his bow, and shot, hitting the bullseye squarely. Cheers erupted from all sides of the observation platform.
Seeing Jin Zixuan steal the show, Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng remained unmoved. Suddenly, a loud snort came from not far away, and someone shouted, "Anyone here who's not convinced, feel free to try and see if you can shoot better than Zixuan!"
This man was tall and handsome, with a slightly dark complexion and a loud voice. He was Jin Zixun, Jin Guangshan's nephew and Jin Zixuan's cousin of the same generation. Previously, Wei Wuxian and Jin Zixuan had argued over the flower banquet at Jinlintai, and Jin Zixun held a grudge, now coming to provoke them. Wei Wuxian smiled slightly, and Jin Zixun, seeing that he didn't respond, showed a smug look. When the Yunmeng Jiang Clan's cavalry arrived at the shooting range, Wei Wuxian said to the Lan Clan's twin brothers, who were nocking arrows and testing their bows on horseback, "Lan Zhan, can you lend a hand?"
Lan Wangji glanced at him but remained silent. Jiang Cheng asked, "What are you planning to do now?"
Lan Wangji asked, "What is it?"
Wei Wuxian asked, "Can I borrow your forehead ribbon?"
Upon hearing this, Lan Wangji immediately averted his gaze, no longer looking at him. Lan Xichen then laughed and said, "Young Master Wei, you are unaware of something..."
Lan Wangji said, "Brother, there's no need to say more."
Lan Xichen said, "Alright then."
Jiang Cheng practically wanted to slap Wei Wuxian off his horse. This guy clearly knew Lan Wangji wouldn't lend it to him, yet he still asked—it was just pointless trouble. He swore he would have done it if the situation weren't so awkward. He said, "What do you need the headband for? To hang yourself? I'll lend you a belt, no need to thank me."
As Wei Wuxian untied the black belt from his wristband, he said, "Keep the belt. I don't need your headband either."
Jiang Cheng said, "You—"
As Jin Zixuan's arrow struck the bullseye in the sky, most of those in the space, whether they were present that day or not, were amazed.
Jiang Cheng, who was sitting in front, didn't think much of it, but when he heard Jin Zixun's voice, his brows, which hadn't completely relaxed, furrowed again.
Why is it this person again?
Like the previous Sect Leader Yao, he was always involved in every incitement to eliminate Wei Wuxian.
Before he could even peek out to look for Jin Zixun, he heard Wei Wuxian in the shadows start teasing Lan Wangji again.
Jiang Cheng: ...
Whether he's smart or not, this guy just can't get over Lan Zhan's headband, right?
Before he could finish speaking, Wei Wuxian quickly tied the black belt over his eyes, blindfolded himself, nocked the bow, drew the bowstring, and released the arrow—hit!
The series of movements was executed with such fluidity and speed that bystanders hadn't even had time to react or see what he was doing before the bullseye was pierced through. After a moment of silence, a deafening roar of cheers erupted from all directions, even more fervent than the cheers that had been given for Jin Zixuan.
Wei Wuxian's lips curled slightly as he twirled the longbow in his hand a couple of times before tossing it behind him. Jin Zixun, seeing that Wei Wuxian was now outshining the Lanling Jin Clan, let out a heavy snort, feeling both pleased and displeased. He continued, "It's just an opening arrow, why all this flashy stuff? You're blindfolded now, why don't you stay blindfolded for the entire hunt? We'll see who's the real deal on Hundred Phoenix Mountain later!"
Wei Wuxian said, "Okay?"
Jin Zixun waved his hand and ordered, "Let's go!"
His cultivators spurred their horses forward, eager to be the first to charge in, seize the initiative, and quickly capture all the high-grade prey. Jin Guangshan, seeing his well-trained cavalry, was quite pleased with himself. Seeing Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng still seated on their horses, he laughed, "Sect Leader Jiang, Young Master Wei, what's wrong? Aren't you going into the mountain yet? Be careful Zixun doesn't steal all the prey!"
Wei Wuxian said, "No rush. He can't take it away."
Wow!
"That's amazing..."
The younger generation paid no heed to the sparks flying across the field; watching Wei Wuxian's fluid movements, their eyes gleamed with admiration.
The elders couldn't stop them no matter what they wanted to do, since the desire to admire the strong always exists in everyone's heart.
Lan Wangji's eyes darkened inch by inch, as if he remembered something that had happened here.
Lan Xichen, who was standing to the side, turned his head by chance and saw his younger brother's indescribable expression. He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. It seemed that... he would have to prepare to appease his uncle again.
Everyone around was taken aback. Jin Guangshan was pondering the meaning of "cannot be taken away" when he saw Wei Wuxian dismount and say to Jiang Cheng, "You go first."
Jiang Cheng said, "Take it easy, that's enough."
Wei Wuxian waved his hand, Jiang Cheng pulled on the reins, and led the Yunmeng Jiang Clan away.
Wei Wuxian, with his eyes covered and hands behind his back, walked unhurriedly along the mountain path of Baifeng Mountain, as if he were not there to participate in the hunt, but rather to stroll leisurely in his own garden.
Everyone was puzzled. Did he really intend to keep the black blindfold on for the entire night hunt? How could he possibly participate in the hunt like that?
They looked at each other, then decided it was none of their business and were happy to watch the show, so they each went their separate ways.
After traveling alone for a long time, Wei Wuxian finally found a suitable place to rest deep in the Baifeng Mountain.
An extremely thick branch grew horizontally from an even thicker trunk, blocking his path. Wei Wuxian patted the wrinkled bark a couple of times, finding it quite sturdy, and then lightly and nimbly leaped onto it.
The noise from the hunting platform had long been shut out of the forest. Wei Wuxian leaned against a tree, his eyes squinting beneath the black cloth. Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the leaves onto his face.
He raised his petition, breathed into it, and gently stroked it with his fingers. The clear, melodious sound of the flute soared into the sky like a bird, carrying far and wide through the mountains and forests.
As Wei Wuxian played his flute, one leg dangled down, swinging gently. The toe of his boot brushed against the wild grass beneath the tree, unconcerned about being dampened by the morning dew on the green blades.
As the song ended, Wei Wuxian crossed his arms and leaned against the tree in a more comfortable and relaxed position. The flute was tucked into his bosom, and the flower was still pinned to his heart, emitting a faint, cool fragrance.
He sat there for an unknown amount of time, so long that he was almost asleep, when suddenly he stirred and woke up.
Someone approached.
However, this person had no murderous intent, so he remained leaning against the tree, too lazy to get up, and didn't even bother to remove the black blindfold. He just tilted his head slightly.
After a while, not hearing the other person speak, Wei Wuxian couldn't help but speak first, asking, "Are you here to participate in the hunt?"
The other party did not respond.
Wei Wuxian said, "You won't be able to hunt anything around here."
The other person remained silent, but took a few steps closer to him.
Wei Wuxian perked up a bit. Ordinary cultivators were wary of him, and even in crowded places, they wouldn't dare approach him, let alone alone, especially not so close. If it weren't for the fact that this person didn't exude any murderous aura, Wei Wuxian would have truly thought the other person had ill intentions. He straightened up slightly, turned his head to look in the direction the other person was standing, and smiled slightly. Just as he was about to say something, he was suddenly shoved hard.
Everyone watched as Wei Wuxian wandered aimlessly through the mountains and forests, then played a tune on his flute, Chenqing. They didn't understand what he was doing; it didn't seem like he was hunting at all.
Some people even caught Wei Wuxian's yawning.
Suddenly, everyone saw an incredible figure.
"Han...Hanguang-jun...?"
Lan Jingyi had barely finished speaking when Lan Sizhui covered his mouth.
It's best not to say anything carelessly.
On that day, Wei Wuxian was covered by a black cloth, so no one knew who he was. However, the celestial shadow seen from God's perspective at this moment can perfectly show the scene at that time.
Although Lan Xichen had prepared himself mentally, he suddenly had a bad feeling when he saw Lan Wangji's slightly reddened ear tips.
Before she could even ponder what this premonition was, Xiao Niangui suddenly appeared, her fingers flashing with spiritual light, yet the space remained unchanged.
As everyone was puzzled, Xiao Niangui spoke up quietly, "This is a private matter between Young Master Wei and Lord Hanguang, and it is not appropriate for everyone to have any sympathy for us."
Everyone: ...
Lan Wangji: ...
He still breathed a barely perceptible sigh of relief.
Wei Wuxian was shoved, his back hitting a tree. Just as he was about to pull off the black blindfold, his right hand was grabbed by the wrist by the newcomer. The grip was strong, and he couldn't break free, but there was no murderous intent. Wei Wuxian subtly moved his left sleeve, about to shake off the talisman, but the other person sensed his intention and seized him in the same way, pressing his hands against the tree with extreme force. Wei Wuxian raised his foot to kick, but suddenly felt a warmth on his lips and froze.
The touch was unfamiliar and strange, moist and warm. Wei Wuxian was initially completely confused about what was happening, his mind went blank. When he finally came to his senses, he was utterly shocked.
This person was holding his wrist, pinning him against the tree and kissing him.
He struggled violently, trying to break free and tear off the black belt, but he couldn't. He was about to move again, but suddenly stopped himself.
The person kissing him seemed to be trembling slightly.
Wei Wuxian was unable to struggle any longer.
He thought to himself, "This girl seems quite strong, yet she's both scared and shy? She's so nervous." Otherwise, she wouldn't have dared to ambush him at this moment; she must have mustered immense courage to do something like this. Besides, she appears to be quite powerful, so her pride must be even stronger. What if he rashly tore off his black belt and she saw it? How embarrassed and ashamed would she be?
Four thin lips lingered, cautiously, reluctant to part. Before Wei Wuxian could decide what to do, the tender lips suddenly turned fierce. His jaw dropped, and the other's intrusion left him defenseless. He felt his breathing become labored and tried to turn away, but the other pinched his cheek and forcibly pulled him back. As their lips and tongues intertwined, he became dizzy and mesmerized, until the other bit his lower lip, lingered for a moment, and then reluctantly withdrew, finally bringing him back to his senses.
Wei Wuxian was so weak from the kisses that he leaned against the tree for a while before his arms regained some strength.
Everyone: ? ? ? ? ? ? ? !!!
Everyone's expression was the same: dumbfounded, they even forgot to blink and breathe.
Only Lan Wangji remained unmoved, even somewhat indifferent.
...At least that's how it appears on the surface.
"Lan Wangji!!!"
What brought everyone back to their senses was Lan Qiren's angry roar.
"You!..." Lan Qiren pointed at Lan Wangji, his mustache trembling with anger, his face flushed red.
"Uncle, calm down, calm down..."
Lan Xichen realized he had underestimated Wangji's unconventional ideas. However, setting aside the matter of angering his uncle, he didn't see anything wrong with it. Wangji had lived a very upright life, and it was nice to have someone like him accompany him to do things that a young man should do, even if it was just hunting birds and catching fish, playing around and having fun.
"Hanguang-jun...is that amazing!?"
Lan Jingyi's jaw seemed to dislocate as he looked at Lan Sizhui for help.
However, Lan Sizhui beside him didn't know what expression to make. He only knew that after leaving here, Hanguang-jun's image would probably be completely ruined.
Nie Huaisang swallowed hard, then turned to Lan Wangji and gave him a thumbs up: "Brother Wangji is indeed a paragon among men, even his unrequited love is so refreshing and unconventional."
Lan Wangji: ...
Jiang Cheng's expression also became strange.
He had initially felt sorry for Lan Wangji, who had been seduced into homosexuality by Wei Wuxian, who was so tactless.
Now it seems that Wei Wuxian actually lost his virginity earlier...?
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