Chun Feng Du Jian

Li Wenheng is a year older than Han Ziqi, but according to the seniority of the entry, Han Ziqi is right to call him "junior brother", but there is an extra word "small" in front of it, which makes people feel very uncomfortable.

He walked down the steps with a calm face, glanced at Cui Junan, and waited for his introduction, but Han Ziqi refused to admit his identity, and smiled generously: "My name is Han Ziqi, and I am your senior sister. And you, what's your name?"

"Yue Chi." Wen Heng didn't say a single extra word, he simply said, "I've seen Senior Sister."

He answered too indifferently, but seemed indifferent.Han Ziqi had never seen such an exceptionally arrogant man among her seniors at the same age, but instead, she aroused her curiosity and competitive spirit, and wanted to tease him to say a few more words.

She smiled slightly, and asked bluntly: "I just heard that you were detained by Uncle Shi. Why, don't you know any martial arts? How could Uncle Qin accept you as a disciple?"

Wen Heng listened to her talking about her uncle, and then thought about Han Nanfu, the head of the Chunjun School, and guessed her identity.It's just that he didn't have the ambition to use this young lady to climb up, and Han Ziqi was at most good-looking in his eyes, and she was definitely not amazing, so he still didn't look at Han Ziqi, and replied calmly: "Yes. As for Why did Master accept me as an apprentice, you can ask Brother Li Zhi."

Han Ziqi looked at Li Zhi in confusion.

Li Zhi:?

No, what does it matter to me?

Wen Heng didn't eat a few mouthfuls of food at noon, he was a little hungry now, and he didn't know how to light a fire to cook, he was afraid that he would have to worry about the cold pot and stove when he went back, so he was very depressed and just wanted to leave quickly.Unexpectedly, Li Zhi suddenly said: "Junior Brother Yue has a unique skill. Although he doesn't know martial arts, he knows many martial arts moves. Master praised him today for his ability to master them. Junior Sister, haven't you been practicing Tiannv Sword recently? Why don't you ask Junior Brother Yue to give it to you?" You see?"

"Oh?" Han Ziqi nodded, "Okay."

Wen Heng was about to annoy them to death, so he said with a sullen face, "I'm not good at learning, so I don't dare to point out my senior sister. Mr. Shi is in the room. Senior sister might as well ask him for advice."

"I want to ask Uncle Shi for advice, when can't I ask?" Han Ziqi laughed, "Today I want to see your real skills."

Li Zhi chimed in and said: "It's just a discussion between the same sect, why should Brother Yue decline."

Some people just like to beautify the difficulties of the strong into informality, and they are used to bad habits, and they still feel that they are righteous.Wen Heng suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, took a deep breath, gritted his back molars and said, "If that's the case, then I'd rather be respectful than obedient."

He walked up to him, casually broke off a long straight branch from the plum blossom tree in full bloom in the courtyard, and used it as a sword to show that he did not intend to hurt anyone, and said to Han Ziqi: "Please, senior sister."

Han Ziqi was about to be laughed at by him, holding the sword in her hand, stabbing three times, and said loudly: "Stop looking down on people! Who are you scaring with a broken branch?"

Wen Heng took a step back without changing his face, and with a flick of the plum branch in his hand, he hit several large points on her right waist and abdomen. Before reaching Wen Heng, Wen Heng's branch had already reached the corner of her clothes.Seeing that the situation was not good, she immediately swung her sword to chop off the branch in Wen Heng's hand.

The original meaning of the name Tiannv Sword is "Tiannv Scattering Flowers". There are at most twenty swords in one move. It is light and elegant, dense like a rain of flowers. It must be elegant and graceful, and the sword must be swift, otherwise the body and spirit will be scattered, and it will be difficult to match. The name of "Heavenly Maiden".After all, Han Ziqi is a beginner, not familiar with sword moves, lack of strength, and unstable mood.

After the battle with the Yellow Eagle Gang in the ruined temple that day, Wen Heng's state of mind and swordsmanship seemed to have improved after life and death. He had no internal strength to rely on. Based on his own martial arts skills, he gradually worked out a set of sword techniques suitable for him to deal with the enemy.

Han Ziqi made several sword strikes in a row, either she was hit by the plum branch in his hand, or was swept to the wrist and neck, and she couldn't use the Tiannv sword.On the other hand, Wen Heng's sword was erratic and weird, and it was so fast that it was dizzying. For a while, it was hard to tell who was the "Heavenly Girl Scattering Flowers".

Li Zhi watched anxiously, wishing he could roll up his sleeves and do it for Han Ziqi.At this moment, Han Ziqi stepped back step by step, accidentally stepped on a piece of icy ground, slipped on the sole of her foot, lost her center of gravity, and immediately fell to the side.This inclination just sent him within the range of Wen Heng's sword, and the plum branch that was too late to take it away was poked heavily on the side of his neck.

The surrounding audience exclaimed to be careful, Li Zhi rushed to help her up immediately, but before his hand touched Han Ziqi, a scabbard suddenly appeared out of thin air from the slanted ground, just placed on Han Ziqi's back, holding her firmly Living.

Han Ziqi immediately took advantage of her strength to stand firm, thinking in her heart that she was lucky.Although the sons and daughters of the Jianghu don't talk so much about the defense between men and women, they can't get too close after all. If they fell into Li Zhi's arms just now, the two of them might be confused, and I don't know what gossip will be spread.

She looked gratefully at the person next to him who drew the sword. It was a handsome and quiet boy, not a few years older than them.Seeing that Han Ziqi was standing still, he put away his sword, clasped his fists in a respectful salute, and said without looking aside: "I've offended you."

Han Ziqi hurriedly said, "Thank you Senior Brother Yu."

This person is none other than Yu Junchen, the leader of the younger generation of Chunjun Sect and the direct disciple of Elder Zheng Yi of Jixue Peak.

"I'm here to see Mr. Shi, please do as you please." He didn't like to chat, and after explaining his purpose of coming, he turned around and left without waiting for anyone to reply.

Yu Junchen is notoriously cold, compared to him, Wen Heng can be called amiable.However, he has the capital of indifference, and everyone present dare not even fart.After his figure disappeared behind the door, Han Ziqi quietly breathed a sigh of relief, raised her hand to touch her neck, feeling a little tingling, her face paled immediately, and she shouted: "Oh, it won't be scratched, right?"

Everyone has a love of beauty, especially little girls. Han Ziqi attaches great importance to her appearance and is afraid of leaving scars, so she is a little surprised unconsciously.But Li Zhigang was cut off, and he was not happy. When he heard that Han Ziqi was injured, he immediately vented his anger. He raised his palm and patted Wen Heng: "How dare you hurt junior sister? Yue Chi, you are so big!" courage!"

He just bullied Wen Heng because he has no internal strength, so what if he can't compete with swords?Even if Wen Heng danced the branches out of the flowers, he would be able to cripple him with one palm!

Han Ziqi immediately shouted: "Stop!"

However, it was too late to stop, Li Zhi's palm swept across his chest in an instant, Wen Heng was unprepared, had no time to hide, almost stood still, and was hit hard by him in the chest——

There was a loud bang, followed by a series of "jingle bang" sounds as tables and chairs fell to the ground. Li Zhiwan was kicked in the chest and flew backwards, smashing the door panel of Haichuan Hall, and hitting again. After rummaging through several desks in the hall, he plunged headfirst into Mr. Shi's desk in an upside-down posture.

Everyone: "..."

"Who used force in Haichuan Hall?!"

Liao Changxing's stern voice came from outside the door, and he and Wen Changqing rushed in, just in time to meet Shi Peng and Yu Junchen who heard the sound coming out to check.But seeing the door of the lecture hall suddenly opened, the room was in a mess, Li Zhi was nowhere to be seen, Han Ziqi and the three teenagers stood on the spot dumbfounded, while Wen Heng stood under the plum tree, with a trace of blood on his lips, and slowly closed his eyes and fell down.

He had a severe pain in his chest and couldn't keep his breath. The last thing he saw when he closed his eyes was the white plum blossoms falling all over the sky, which was actually very similar to the heavy snow falling outside the Night Flower Temple.

He wondered blankly, "Am I going to die here?"

"Junior brother...junior brother?"

"Yue Chi!"

Wen Heng suddenly woke up from the dream, and found himself lying on the bed in good shape, with his right hand pressing on his chest, faintly numb.There was an iron sword beside the bed, a jug of cold water on the table, surrounded by the house he was used to and familiar furnishings.

He raised his right hand in front of his eyes, staring at the tiny scars and calluses on it, wondering why he suddenly dreamed about the past three years ago.

"Yue Chi! Open the door! Don't hide inside and make no noise!"

Oh.

He thought indifferently, it turned out that it was because someone interrupted him while sleeping, the scream was too harsh, no wonder he suddenly had a nightmare.

He turned over and sat up on the bed, put on his boots, and went to open the door.

"what's up?"

Three years ago, he was only half a head taller than Han Ziqi, but now Han Ziqi has just reached his chest, and Wen Heng bowed his head when talking to her.However, he is still sleepy today. He simply does not lower his head, and only lowers his eyes lazily. The corners of his eyes and eyebrows seem to be swept by a light ink pen, and they fly up obliquely. The solid rocks also look warm when the light shines into the depths of the dense forest.

In the past three years, Wen Heng fought hard to catch up, and finally tied with Yu Junchen, becoming one of the two big pillars of Yueying Mountain.The disciples of the Chunjun School jokingly called the two of them "the moon in the mirror lake, the snow on the plum blossom branches", they were cold-hearted and not easy to get close to.It's just that Yu Junchen has no distractions, is naturally talkative, impatient to spend too much time on people and the world, and is a bit unreal; Wen Heng is thoughtful, meticulous, and seems to be easy to talk to, but in fact he doesn't get along with anyone , Always stand far away, teaching people to be elusive.

In these years, apart from Yuquanfeng's classmates, the only one who is willing to come to him is Han Ziqi, the jewel in the palm of the head of the sect, and the very noisy eldest lady.

"It's really strange, you actually got up so late today, could it be that you have achieved great magic skills last night?"

Ever since the news that Li Zhi hit him and was bounced back three years ago spread, everyone who saw him would ask, "Did you master your magical skills today?" Over time, it became a mantra. Wen Heng didn't bother to talk to her and raised his hand Pointing to the courtyard: "Senior sister disturbing people's sleep early in the morning, what's your business?"

Knowing his rules, Han Ziqi never let others into the house, so she sat down in the yard consciously, took out a pale green sword tassel from her sleeve, waved it in her hand, and said, "I'll give you this."

Wen Heng immediately said: "No—"

"I know you don't like hanging sword tassels, you don't accept my needlework, you don't like blue... no matter what kind of mess, you must hang it this time." Han Ziqi curled her lips and said, "This is made by my mother, so I won't violate your taboo." .”

Wen Heng asked inexplicably: "It's all right, why did you suddenly hang the sword tassel?"

Han Ziqi said: "I heard from my father this morning that on the eighth day of November, Uncle Shang will resign from the position of the elder of the jade class, retreat to seclusion, and Uncle Cui Jin will take over as the elder. At that time, many friends from the world will come to watch the ceremony, so all the disciples will come You have to dress neatly so as not to embarrass our sect."

Wen Heng sighed: "Understood."

Han Ziqi said again: "I don't think you will be free for long. The grand meeting on the eighth day of the lunar new year will bring all the close friends and close friends of the elders from all peaks. Uncle Qin will definitely ask you to entertain him."

Wen Heng kept his mouth shut, feeling that he had already started to have a headache.