Chun Feng Du Jian

The last time the two sides met, they were still facing each other with swords, wishing to stab each other to death with one sword, but this time they said without hesitation, "We are in the same boat". The world is so strange and unpredictable.Wen Heng secretly felt that it was absurd, but also unavoidably curious, wanting to see what reason could turn the face of the Ninth Master, whose eyes were above the top, so he took the initiative to ask him for help.

Maybe it was because his expression was too calm, Master Ninth couldn't help asking: "Looking at you, you don't seem surprised, what do you already know?"

Wen Heng replied unhurriedly: "I don't know, but I can guess a little bit, you can talk about it first and listen. If I guess wrong, I might be more surprised."

Lord Ninth had learned his cleverness, and he didn't go around around the corner, and said bluntly: "Last time I told you that King Qing died in Yongcuizhai, and it was His Majesty who ordered Feng Baoyi to kill him with his own hands. The so-called 'rebellion' is of course It does not exist, but the prince's crime of deceiving the emperor is a solid case, and it is precisely because the truth was revealed that he was killed."

"How to say?"

"40 years ago, when the late emperor was escaping the summer heat in Chiquan Palace, he was assassinated and besieged by a group of martial arts experts. The leader of the great masters. Although people, fish and dragons are mixed together in the Jianghu, and they act out of the norm, this is something that everyone has known for a long time, but because of the assassination case in the palace, the former emperor Long Yan was furious, and realized that these people who know martial arts are neither obeyed nor disobeyed. Teaching, it is really scary, if the power of Jianghu gangs is allowed to grow, it will definitely shake the foundation of the imperial court in the future and threaten the ten thousand years of the Wen family.

"Feng Baoyi was born in Buxu Palace in Kunlun. He sensed the late emperor's worries, so he privately advised the late emperor that Buxu Palace is the school of martial arts in the world. All martial arts schools in the Central Plains today are inherited from the legacy left by Buxu Palace. Martial arts secrets, if you want to control the martial arts in the Central Plains, you must first grasp these secrets in the hands of the imperial court."

Wen Heng asked, "Did the late emperor believe it?"

"Almost," said the Nine Masters, "according to the clues provided by Feng Baoyi, the late emperor selected a trustworthy person and sent him to investigate the details of the old place of Buxu Palace mentioned by Feng Baoyi. A year later, this person brought Returning an ancient sword, it proves that what Feng Baoyi said is true, there is indeed an underground palace hidden under the local hilltop."

"Yueying Mountain, Chunjun Sword, the person who stole the sword is named Nie Zhu, and he is the only disciple of Gu Chuifang from the Chunjun School." Wen Heng said, "The person you are talking about is my father, right?"

Xue Qinglan lost her voice: "What?"

Master Ninth frowned heavily, never expecting that the person who should be the most astonished would actually say the answer himself.However, Wen Heng's tone was quite calm, and there was even a strange meaning of relief after the dust had settled: "More than 30 years ago, my father, king, aliased Nie Zhu, worshiped under Chunjun's sect, and was highly valued by Gu Chuifang, the elder of Linqiu Peak. He revealed the secret of the underground palace to him; in the Mid-Autumn Festival of the following year, when there was no one on the mountain, Nie Zhu sneaked into the underground palace and stole the Chunjun sword. My father and king never mentioned this matter to anyone, even if Gu Chuifang died because of his betrayal. Self-proclaimed underground, he has not revealed a single word."

Even Xue Qinglan didn't know that this conclusion had been deduced countless times in Wen Heng's mind long before today.The 30-year entanglement of grievances and grievances was the first one before he was born, but he had passed away, and he had nowhere to ask an answer, so he had to peel off his old wounds with his own hands, and examine them one by one almost like masochistic. , from which he pieced together the result that he called mixed tastes.

Then Wen Heng found that compared to other people's lives, his pain seemed so insignificant, even saying it was a ridiculous blasphemy, so he had nowhere to complain, so he had to silently break up these useless emotions Crushed it, and then swallowed it bit by bit with the blood of my heart.

How can the truth not be touching?It's just that he has no more blood to shed.

The familiar sense of frustration swept over his heart again. The Ninth Master looked at his calm eyebrows and laughed at himself a little: "You guessed it right, it seems that I made a mistake today and did not bring news that can satisfy the prince."

Wen Heng's fingertips on his knees suddenly became hot, and it was Xue Qinglan who held his hand from under the table, as if some kind of silent but firm comfort.Wen Heng was so gripped by him that his heart became weak, and his overly stern aura silently restrained and softened, like a pool of frozen spring water was suddenly swept by the spring breeze, and his attitude towards Master Ninth was actually much better: "It doesn't matter. .My guess is only one out of ten, and there must be a lot of inside information in it, and adults can share it slowly."

Master Ninth is also a delicate and alert person, how can he not see the small movements under their table?He secretly thought in his heart that the rumors were true, and the two of them really got together, but his face remained calm, he took a sip of tea and continued: "The king of Qing was ordered by the late emperor to continue to go out of Beijing to look for it after he got the Chunjun sword. There are two ancient swords left. After another year, he handed back the Xuanyuan Sword, but it was unpredictable. Not long after the prince returned to Beijing, the late emperor suddenly became seriously ill, and the dragon controlled Bintian. Now His Majesty hastily ascended the throne, and the inner guard It is not as trustworthy as before, once Feng Bao failed to make a proposal, the matter of finding the sword was put on hold temporarily, the prince was able to take a breather, married Liu Shi, the only daughter of Wanlaimen in Mengfeng City, left the capital smoothly, and went to the border of Lianzhou to take up his post."

"Five years later, His Majesty summoned King Qing to return to Beijing. It was during this trip that his son was born in Baoan Temple in the suburbs of Beijing. During these five years, Feng Baoyi regained His Majesty's trust and looked for a third The heavy responsibility of Gu Jian fell back on the prince's shoulders again, but this time it was not as smooth as the previous two times."

He paused for a moment, before Xue Qinglan continued: "23 years ago, during the civil strife in the Chuixing Sect, the main altar built at the eastern foot of Luwei Mountain was blown up, and all the tens of thousands of treasures and secret books in the sect were destroyed by landslides."

Wen Heng glanced at him sideways.

Master Ninth nodded and said: "Exactly. The Chuxing Xingzong was overthrown, and of course the ancient sword did not exist anymore. Feng Baoyi had no choice but to give up the plan to collect the ancient sword, and instead concentrated on managing the court. He helped His Majesty rectify the inner guards , rearranged the nine masters, and secretly dealt with a group of Jianghu sects - the Central Plains Wulin seems to have flourished in the past ten years, but in fact many small sects have disappeared silently, leaving only a few sects with deep roots It's not easy to clean up, so let's leave it alone for the time being. However, among these people, there are also elites who are aware of current affairs, and they have long noticed that the court intends to eliminate the forces in the world. Instead of waiting to be liquidated, it is better for them to take the initiative and stand with the court first. same side."

"Your Majesty, do you still remember the battle at the Princess Dongyang's banquet that made you famous in the capital?" The Nine Masters said, "Since then, the Chu Family Sword Sect has been trying to contact the court, but it's a pity that it was defeated by you just as soon as it took the lead." They were beaten so hard by a guard that they couldn't lift their heads, and His Royal Highness King Qing noticed their small actions, so the Chu Family Sword Sect could only withdraw all their personnel in the capital, put away their plans to enter the capital for the time being, and did not dare to act rashly again."

"It doesn't make sense either," Wen Heng said, "The Chu Family Sword Sect intends to join in, why did my father stop them? Isn't he in the same group as Feng Baoyi?"

"I came here today to tell this story to your son." Master Ninth took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, and said slowly, "The ancient sword in the underground palace of Siyou Mountain is called 'Xuanyuan', which was taken by the prince himself when the first emperor was in power. Yes, in the past 20 years, no one has ever doubted its authenticity, until one day seven years ago, Chu Song, the head of the Chu family's sword sect, was entering the palace to face the saint. Xuan Yuan Sword—is the real 'Xuan Yuan Sword'."

"According to what Chu Songzheng said, King Qing accidentally missed when he sneaked into Siyou Mountain to steal the sword for the second time, and was smashed by Chu Guangchen, who was the head of the Chu family at that time. I had a long talk with him in secret, I don't know what the two of them said, but in the end the prince gave up the Xuanyuan Sword and only took away the rubbings of the patterns on the sword."

"The last thing the lord handed in was a fake sword that he compared with the rubbings and recast it. Because it was so realistic, even Feng Baoyi didn't notice anything strange about it. If the Chu family's sword sect had no other intentions, this secret could have been kept forever."

From the standpoint of future generations, King Qing's move actually saved the Chu family's sword faction.If Feng Bao had obtained the three ancient swords early on, the purge of the Central Plains martial arts should have started 20 years ago. At that time, the Chunjun Sect, the Chu Family Sword Sect and the Chuxing Sect would definitely bear the brunt. .

It's a pity that the Chu family's sword sect failed to live up to the stolen 20 years in the end. They handed over the Xuanyuan sword and ruined King Qing's life with their own hands.

The Xuanyuan Sword is a fake, and the legendary "lost whereabouts" Fengyue Sword is also fake. This lie even caused Feng Bao to doubt the authenticity of a pair of Chunjun swords. The Chu family's sword faction stole the Chunjun sword again.

True and false, false and true, among countless convoluted lies, only King Qing made a bloody stroke.He once failed the deep kindness and friendship of others, and finally lost his life due to the betrayal of his allies; he is not a pure Jianghu man, but as a royal nobleman, he has endured 20 years of ups and downs for a group of irrelevant Jianghu reckless people.

I don't know if he regretted for a moment the "chivalry" he paid by mistake when he was pierced by Xuan Yuan's sword?When the lies were shattered and the butcher's knife fell, whose shadow flashed in his mind?Is it the man behind the scenes who pushed him to where he is today, or the survivor he sheltered under his wings, or is it the stepping stone that he trampled on the soles of his feet without any hatred and never got up again in his life?

If he had a soul in heaven and saw his only flesh and blood standing at a similar fork in the road again, facing the same choice, how would he feel in his heart?

The matter has come to this point, Wen Heng has nowhere to ask the answer, and there is no need to ask the answer again.

Xue Qinglan looked at his overly quiet expression worriedly, and couldn't help calling him softly: "Brother Heng?"

"It's okay." Wen Heng patted his hand, and said in a low voice, "If I had known this, I shouldn't have just cut off Chu Songzheng's left hand last time to make him cheaper."

The truth of the blood feud that had been buried for many years was punctured with a knife, but he was able to maintain his composure. He was not overwhelmed by anger, nor did he lose his composure enough to make an impulsive decision. Master Ninth almost admired him.But his goal hadn't been achieved yet, and he had to add another fire to Wen Heng, so he changed the subject and suddenly brought up an irrelevant topic: "My lord, I have been an inner guard for more than ten years, and I have been ordered to monitor Xun Heng. The noble family and all civil and military officials failed to recognize you twice, do you know why?"

"why?"

"Prince Qing's martial arts is superb, and the concubine is from a famous family. The child born of such a couple should be extremely talented and educated, and he will definitely become a generation of masters in the future. The emperor relies heavily on the inner guards, but Feng Baoyi after all It is more reassuring to use it as an outsider or from your own family, Prince Qing should be a perfect candidate." The Ninth Master smiled and said meaningfully, "But you are a sick person with blocked meridians, and you are not worthy of the attention of the inner guard... ...Even if you later showed some other talents, it was not enough to make the higher-ups feel a little more jealous of you. After you fled, His Majesty only sent Lu Qingzhong and Li Qi to hunt you down. Lu Qingzhong was defeated by Abbot Huitong of Baoan Temple. Li Qi's death under Xue Ci's 'Sacred Hand of Remaining Immortal' has nothing to do with you. Your Majesty pretended too well, so even Feng Baoyi didn't take your life or death seriously."

"If the son had been safe and healthy since he was a child, he might not be able to live today. This bone that cannot practice martial arts is just the key to keeping you alive and keeping you away from danger. But seeing the son today, I suddenly feel that maybe it might have happened back then. Everyone was deceived, even Shizi himself was kept in the dark."

Wen Heng clenched Xue Qinglan's hand under the table, his brows twitched, and he asked, "What do you want to say?"

Master Ninth took it easy, and said leisurely: "I am here today to ask the prince to help me. I don't know what I can use to impress you. I am afraid that the prince will not like fame, fortune and wealth. It is useless to talk about old friends with you. In this case, I I can only take a gamble, please, for the sake of the love of the prince and concubine, come to Beijing with me to kill Feng Baoyi, avenge my revenge, and comfort the soul of the prince and concubine in heaven."

The hidden meaning behind these few words caused Wen Heng to suddenly fall silent.He pondered for a long time, so long that Xue Qinglan even thought he was thinking about how to kill Master Ninth, when Wen Heng suddenly asked, "What about you?"

"what?"

"What are you willing to risk to run for the prince?"

Master Jiu was stunned.

He met Wen Heng's eyes, those eyes were as quiet as a pool of cold pools, full of emotions he couldn't understand, but there was no curiosity.

He suddenly realized that he had talked too much and had forgotten how sensitive Wen Heng was.When Wen Heng asked this question, it meant that he had already vaguely guessed the answer in his heart, and he just waited for his attitude to prove it, and he just subconsciously froze, which was almost equivalent to telling Wen Heng the answer directly.

He asked, "Which sentence did I say wrong?"

"You asked me 'do you remember what my last name is'." Wen Heng said indifferently, "I am a rebel remnant, most people would not ask me that, only you seem to care about this last name. In addition, you just said 'Feng Bao -After all, you are an outsider, and your own family can use it with more confidence, so I guess you have some other relationship with the Wen family, right?"

In front of him, Master Ninth couldn't laugh, so he forced the corners of his lips together, and pretended to answer calmly, "Yes."

"I am the prince's brother, the second son of His Majesty, whose biological mother is unknown, in terms of seniority, he should be your cousin." He lowered his eyes and said calmly, "After all, this world belongs to the Wen family. Go grab that position, but you must not take advantage of the surname Feng."