Chun Feng Du Jian

In the small courtyard in the south of the city, more than a dozen tall and burly young heroes crowded together in the main room, there were so many people that there was no place to stand.Wen Heng and Xue Qinglan were each surrounded by a group of people. Although they were close, they never had a chance to speak, so they could only follow each other silently with a glimmer of peripheral vision in their sight.

Liao Changxing, Wen Changqing, Yu Junchen, Longjing Nie Ying and others from the Chunjun Sect all stood together, each telling their goodbyes, and Wen Heng thanked everyone for their help.Nie Ying said with a smile: "We have long been friends for a long time. After this battle, we can only get closer. Brother, why do you need to say these polite words? Besides, everyone is here tonight, not only for you, but also for you." For the righteousness of the martial arts in the Central Plains."

Liao Changxing also said: "Brother Nie is right. There will be no eggs under the overturned nest. We say we are helping you, so why not save ourselves? Otherwise, the head will not personally take over the job of protecting the prince."

At the beginning, Wen Heng guessed that Feng Baoyi planned to make a fool of himself and use Wen Jiu to lure him into the trap, so on the surface he pretended to be in the trap, but in fact he secretly contacted Fan Yang and asked him to bring reinforcements, and also asked Liao Changxing to deal with Longjing to persuade him The head of the Chunjun faction and the Zhaoyao Villa faction, led people to secretly escort the prince to the imperial mausoleum along the way.With all preparations in this way, even if he really wronged Wen Jiu, Feng Baoyi would not easily succeed in harming the prince.

Long Jing asked: "Listen to your answer just now, what are those three ancient swords that caused Chu Songzheng, Fang Chun, Feng Baoyi and others to go crazy?"

Wen Heng glanced at Su Youfeng and sighed, "That's a long story."

With the deaths of Feng Baoyi and Fang Chun, many issues have become endless mysteries.Why did Feng Baoyi frantically wipe out all martial arts sects? He did not tell the truth until his death, but the three ancient swords are still in the world. If they get together by chance in the future, someone with a destiny may find the answer to this .

Su Youfeng took the initiative to tell the story with a wink, and attracted the attention of Liao Changxing and others, and Wen Heng was able to escape, and quietly slipped into the courtyard to wait for Xue Qinglan.At this time, the sky was nearly twilight, the new moon was falling in the west, and the morning star was dotted in the middle of the cold and dark blue sky.A thrilling fierce battle ended his blood feud that had been hidden for several years, but the feeling of relief from the heavy burden that he imagined hadn't come - there was still a heavy heart on his chest, like a steel cable hanging above the abyss , he stood at one end, while Xue Qinglan stood at the other end.

"Brother Heng."

Xue Qinglan stood a step away behind him with his hands behind his back, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't speak for a long time.He stared at Wen Heng's face, the previous decisive aura faded, and suddenly hesitated.It is reasonable to say that he did nothing wrong, so there is no need to feel guilty, but Xue Qinglan also understands in his heart that he has repeatedly concealed Wen Heng and let a person who cares about him hear the truth from others. Wen Heng's deep affection for him.

Wen Heng saw that he was silent and his eyes wandered, so he almost wrote all his thoughts on his face. He didn't need to guess to know what was going on in Xue Qinglan's mind.His already weak anger could not last for a moment, and it quickly dissipated. He stretched out a hand to Xue Qinglan, and sighed: "Come here."

Xue Qinglan took two steps forward in a daze, and was hugged and buried in a warm embrace.Wen Heng seemed to be holding a lost and found treasure, with one arm around his waist, and the other hand on the back of his neck, gently kneading it, it didn't look like he harbored a grudge, but was full of tenderness and pity.

Xue Qinglan had thousands of words in his heart, but when the words came to his lips, the only thing that came out of his mouth was "Brother Heng."

"Well, I know." Wen Heng turned his head, kissed his cold ear tip, and said in a low voice: "My bird is suffering."

Their chests were pressed together, and Wen Heng's heartbeat was clear and powerful, just like him, always calm and firm, making people unconsciously dependent, and even wishing to be by his side for a long time, preferably a lifetime Neither are separated.

"It's not bitter." Xue Qinglan finally found his voice. He put his arms around Wen Heng and replied in a low voice, "This is the price I have to pay to return to you."

Back then, Fang Wujiu was framed by Fang Chun's design, and he was poisoned, but he didn't die just like that.At that time, there was a young man in Chui Xingzong who had been in love with her for a long time. When the turmoil happened, he did not run for his life with the crowd, but insisted on going back to find Fang Wujiu. Almost at a loss, the man took her to escape from Luwei Mountain, and returned to the Wuse Valley of Kuangxue Lake, which had become an empty mountain, looking for a way to save her.

Wen Heng understood when he heard this, and asked, "Is that man Xue Ci?"

This makes sense. On the night when Yueying Mountain's Chunjun sword was stolen four years ago, Wen Heng fought against the man in black in the back mountain.

Xue Qinglan said: "Although Xue Ci is insane, Wugui is deeply affectionate. 'Ten Thousand Spider Blood' is a rare poison in the world. Xue Ci searched through family medical books but could not find a prescription for detoxification. , In the end, he could only smash the can and smash it, and used a method of fighting poison with fire.

"There is a rare ice-winged insect that lives at the bottom of Yingxue Lake. It can prey on spiders several times larger than it. Its venom can restrain spider poison. However, the spider's blood is different from ordinary spider poison. Insects used as medicine add poison to poison, so Xue Ci thought of a way to parasitize the ice-winged insects in his blood, and use his own flesh and blood to warm and nourish it. The leech sucks the blood out of the body and sends it into Fang Wujiu's body, so that it can restrain the blood of the spider and prevent it from recurring for a whole year."

"He used this method to save Fang Wujiu, but ice winged insects feed on human blood, and the lifespan of a person who is sucked by blood is at most ten years, so Xue Ci had to look for suitable people to be ice winged insects. A host. None of the 'predecessors' above me survived for five years, so Xue Ci found me."

The first time Xue Ci came into contact with Xue Qinglan, he felt that this child had excellent bones and was a good seed for practicing martial arts. He had traveled more than half of the Central Plains, and he had never met anyone more talented than him.And this kind of beautiful jade is hidden in the stone embryo, and no one has found it, so of course he will use all means to catch it back and use it as a medicinal material.

It's just that Xue Ci didn't expect that what he was looking at was not a sword, but a demon sword that devours the Lord.

"At that time, I thought that sooner or later I would die, so why not let Xue Ci die with me, lest he go to harm others again, so I chopped off that old thing."

Wen Heng listened to him in silence, his fingers ran along the nape of his neck to the side of his neck, and gently stroked the two small scars that were almost invisible.Xue Qinglan was itchy from being touched by him, and couldn't help shrinking her neck, as if she was hiding deeper into Wen Heng's arms: "When I touch the underground stone room with a knife and want to take Fang Wujiu to escape together, But she told me that as long as I would help her find Fang Chun's revenge, she would use her own blood to help me lure out the parasitic ice winged insects."

Xue Qinglan had already made up her mind to die at that time, Fang Wujiu's words were like a ray of hope in a desperate situation.Because there is still someone in his heart that he can't let go of, even if he can only take one more look at him, Xue Qinglan is willing to risk his life for the last look.

"Now that I think about it, killing Xue Ci was really the right thing to do." Xue Qinglan was in pain from being strangled by Wen Heng, but she didn't dare to move, pretending to be relaxed and said: "After killing him, I will be very happy. I will stand firm in the Chuxing Xingzong." I even found you, and now Feng Baofang Chun is dead, Fang Wujiu's plan for revenge has been completed, only the last step is left—"

"How sure are you that you will succeed?" Wen Heng didn't dare to think about every word he said, just listened to the general idea, and asked in a deep voice, "What about here? What's going on here?"

Xue Qinglan deliberately omitted the first question, only answered the latter one, and said lightly: "It's not a serious injury. As I said before, didn't Xue Ci prepare a panacea for Qin Ling that can enhance internal strength? My blood is also the same. One of the medicinal herbs."

Wen Heng has been steady for so many years. For the first time, he had the idea of ​​digging up other people's graves and crushing the dead. He tightened his arms, and a sentence seemed to come out of his throat: "If you fail... How about it?"

Compared to Wen Heng's anxiety, Xue Qinglan felt relieved at the moment.He resented, struggled, and gave up on himself, and finally chose to lie dormant and forbear, gritted his teeth and tried his best.At this point, no one can guarantee that it will be successful. God's will is unpredictable, and it is the same for everyone. Xue Qinglan can only let go and hand the fate back to fate.

But he couldn't say that to Wen Heng.

"Nothing will happen," Xue Qinglan broke free from Wen Heng's arms, pressed his shoulders slightly with both hands, and said unquestionably, "Brother Heng, Fang Wujiu was only one step away from death, and was also rescued by Xue Ci." Come back, even if I die from this poison, I still have three years to live, you promised to lead me to search for famous doctors all over the world, no matter how bad our luck is, can we still be worse than Xue Ci?"

Wen Heng had never felt such an urgent fear in his life, wishing he could immediately hug Xue Qinglan and hide it away from others for the rest of his life; but Xue Qinglan's words nailed him in place again, just like seven years ago when he accidentally pulled back to Wen Heng. Whether it is the immature Aque or the resolute Xue Qinglan, Heng's desire to die, this trust has never changed, like a bone, it can always support his crumbling reason at the most critical moment.

"I--"

Just at this moment, Sima Qiu pushed the door out, lowered his gaze as if seeing something he shouldn't have seen, and said politely: "Xue Hufa, Zong... Missy is here to invite you."

Wen Heng was shocked suddenly, grabbed Xue Qinglan's hand, frowned and said, "I'll accompany you."

Sima Qiu still had that distressed look, as if he was very embarrassed, he said: "Forgive me, Shaoxia Wen, this is a family matter of the Chui Xing Sect, outsiders please stay away."

"It's okay." Xue Qinglan signaled Wen Heng to go together, and said, "He is not an outsider."

Entering the room, Fang Wujiu has already occupied one side of the room without hesitation, as the temporary meeting place of Chui Xingzong.Maybe it was because she had been separated from the world for too long, her eyes were very cold, she lingered on Wen and Xue for a while, but she didn't mean to exclude Wen Heng.When everyone came to stand still, she said indifferently: "Today the traitor Fang Chun was punished. You all have contributed to this sect by setting things right. When you return to Luwei Mountain, the suzerain will reward you for your merits."

She is the daughter of the previous suzerain, and she killed Fang Chun with her own hands, and it made sense for her to take over as the suzerain of the Chuxingxing sect. All the guardians agreed that she should be the suzerain, and they all bowed and said in unison: "Thank you, suzerain. "

Unexpectedly, Fang Wujiu said: "I'm weak and sick, I'm afraid I won't live forever, and I can't bear this important task. Xue Qinglan learned martial arts from me personally, and also suppressed the rebellion for my sect. She should be the first in this battle, and return to the mountain Afterwards, he will take over as suzerain, and you must assist with all your heart, and you must not violate it."

Sima Qiu and the others felt heavy in their hearts. Before they could express their opinion, Xue Qinglan took a step forward and said goodbye: "This subordinate has decided to follow Mr. Wen to roam the rivers and lakes and not to intervene in the disputes in the Central Plains martial arts. The suzerain loves me so much, so I will not obey. Please also suzerain think twice."

Fang Wujiu raised his eyes and glanced at Wen Heng, as if he was asking him for proof.Wen Heng nodded, Fang Wujiu thought for a while, and said: "That's all, the two protectors Sima Qiu and Mei Zihan will take care of the sect's affairs temporarily on behalf of the suzerain, and within a year we will elect a xinxing Talents with excellent martial arts will set up a new suzerain. Xue Hufa will watch on my behalf, if anyone dares to go the wrong way and play tricks, you will personally send him down to meet Fang Chun."

This was already a big step back for her, Xue Qinglan couldn't refuse any more, so she could only say: "Your subordinate obeys."

Fang Wujiu explained a few other things, and then dismissed everyone from the Chuixing Sect, leaving only Xue Qinglan and Wen Heng in the room.She sat on the side of the bed alone, cross-legged, and raised her hand to greet Xue Qinglan: "I promised you before that as long as the revenge is avenged, I will help you draw out the ice winged insects in your body. Now that Fang Chun has been removed, I have no regrets." , I have owed you all these years, and it is time to pay it back."

Then he said to Wen Heng: "Since he trusts you, please stay here to protect the Dharma, and don't let outsiders break in."

After finishing speaking, she scratched her right wrist with her oddly long nails, and blood quickly gushed out from the wound and flowed into her slightly closed palm.Her blood color was different from others, it was an ominous black and purple, Xue Qinglan did the same, cut a wound on her wrist, stretched it out, and suspended it an inch above Fang Wujiu's palm.

The two of them moved faster than the other. Before Wen Heng was fully prepared, blood was already gushing out.Soon, fine cold sweat began to ooze from Xue Qinglan's forehead, and his face gradually turned pale. The ice winged insect was forcibly awakened by the blood of the spider, and began to swim along the blood veins towards the wrist wound.

It lives in Xue Qinglan's heart, and any movement of it would be excruciating pain to Xue Qinglan, but in order not to disturb the unlucky insect, Xue Qinglan had to keep still, and Wen Heng didn't dare to help it, so he could only hold it anxiously. Standing aside, I watched the cold sweat on his head and the blood on his wrist flow down at almost the same speed. Where the two wrists intersected, a large pool of blood was rapidly expanding and spreading.

The ice wing worm was small and transparent, and Wen Heng didn't notice it when it fell down mixed with the blood.He only saw that Xue Qinglan seemed to be drained of strength all of a sudden, his eyes were closed, and he fell back straight.Wen Heng rushed forward to catch him in his arms, and quickly tore off a skirt to wrap up the wound on his wrist. During the winding, he would inevitably touch Xue Qinglan's hand, the temperature was so cold that he didn't even feel like a living person.

Wen Heng tried to call him by his name, but there was no response.

Xu Shi saw his confusion, Fang Wujiu said quietly beside him: "There is still some residual poison in his body, but it doesn't matter, this child has a good foundation, he will wake up after a few days."

Wen Heng had the time to look up at her, but Fang Wujiu focused on the ice winged insect in his palm.It was full of poison/blood, and changed from crystal clear to a radiant silver color. Fang Wujiu squeezed it hard suddenly, and a very subtle cracking sound came from her palm. She spread her five fingers, and the insect was shattered. It became a pile of silver powder with no visible prototype.

Wen Heng had a hunch when she entrusted everyone in the Hanging Star Sect, and seeing her pinch the ice winged insect with her own hands, that guess was finally verified.He didn't like Wujiu at first. After all, it was to save her Xue Ci that he arrested Xue Qinglan to be a medicine man, but Fang Wujiu first drew blood to save people, and then destroyed the elixir that could save her life with his own hands, which made Wen Heng He changed his mind about her, and thanked her in a low voice: "Thank you, Senior Gao Yi."

"You don't need to thank me. Xue Ci stole my life from someone else," Fang Wujiu said softly, "Didn't you read the scriptures when you were a child? A lone ghost who is obsessed but still lusts after the world If you try to change your life in vain, you will be punished by God in the end."

She has been an unconscious wandering soul for more than 20 years, and she can finally be freed.

After all, her life should have ended as early as the time of her youth when she was reading a story book, eating snacks, beckoning with friends, or acting like a baby to her parents.

January time flies by.

After the restoration and cleaning of Prince Qing's Mansion, it has regained some of its former glory.In the past few days, people came in and out every day, most of them were young knights of the rivers and lakes, and occasionally there were Qingqi from the palace; after a while, the news that King Qing's injustice case was rehabilitated spread throughout the capital, and the number of people visiting suddenly increased. The main road in front of the palace was blocked, but Prince Qing's mansion seemed to have no plans to regain a foothold in the capital. In the end, none of the nobles and relatives from all walks of life could step into the gate of the palace, not even the concierge who passed the news .

Later, another half month passed, and the New Year was approaching, and the front of the palace gradually became desolate, as if it had returned to the way it was when no one cared about it.

But the mansion is very different - although there are only two owners living here, one of them does not know when he will wake up, but the other owner has already bought a whole street of red cloth, and decorated the palace like On the day of the wedding, there was a beam of joy in the silence.

Wen Heng was still waiting for Xue Qinglan to wake up.

Xue Qinglan seemed to want to make up for the sleep he owed all his life. Fang Wujiu said that he would recover after a few days, but after a month passed, Wen Heng invited all the famous doctors in the capital. Something is wrong, but Xue Qinglan just can't wake up no matter what.

From the initial panic and anxiety, Wen Heng was forced to get used to it later, and all his patience was spent on this.He guards the redness of this room, and sometimes he feels as if he has woven a huge cocoon. In this cocoon, time freezes forever. Only when the sleeping person opens his eyes, this world will come alive again.

The twelfth lunar month has passed, and the New Year has passed. By the time of the New Year's Eve, the red silk wrapped around the treetops in the courtyard has been washed slightly by one after another heavy snow, and it is no longer bright.Wen Heng carefully hung a lantern on the window, straightened the tassels at the four corners, and babbled to Xue Qinglan who was on the couch: "I originally wanted to take you to see the lanterns in the capital when you woke up. Can wait until next year.”

The night breeze sent faint songs and jokes, and the bright red tassels were flying in the wind. Wen Heng listened to it for a while, feeling a little sad in his heart, and continued to talk to himself: "For the sake of the festival, let you Listen to the excitement for a while, but only for a while, be careful to catch a cold from the wind, and when you wake up, then-"

"Brother Heng..."

A weak voice that was lower than the sound of the wind sounded behind him, but it was louder than the deafening firecrackers. Wen Heng's men suddenly lost their sense of control when they exploded, and broke a window lattice with a "click".

He turned around in astonishment and flew to the side of the bed, meeting a pair of curved smiling eyes.

"Brother Heng," Xue Qinglan said softly, looking at his haggard face, "I returned Ah Que to you."

Wen Heng was so choked up by him that he didn't utter a complete word for a long time. After staring at him for a long time, he asked hoarsely, "What about my Qinglan?"

Xue Qinglan thought for a while, and suddenly realized: "It's me too."

"Ah."

"I am back."

"Just come back."

The white snow and red silk, the lanterns are on and off, the bright moon is always the same circle tonight, and the first ray of spring breeze in the new year is quietly dark in this silent and gentle night.

The author has something to say: Thank you for your company all the way, I finally finished writing! ! !

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