Chun Feng Du Jian

As soon as Han Ziqi left, Liao Changxing arrived on his back. Seeing Jiansui on the stone table, he understood immediately, but he didn't make any jokes, and said to him calmly: "Junior Sister has a heart, and I'm here to tell you about it. Ten On the eighth day of the first lunar month, Elder Xue Xue will leave office, and we at Yuquan Peak will also welcome guests at that time, and others can easily say that Xue Ci, Master's close friend and Mingzhou genius doctor "Liuxian Sacred Hand", will stay on the peak for two more months, and will return in the spring."

Among Qin Ling's four personal disciples, only Liao Changxing was more respectable, because he behaved well and didn't like to joke, which was in stark contrast to the wild monkey-like four senior brothers. He was one of the few disciples on Yueying Mountain. One of the decent ones.

Wen Heng poured him a cup of tea, and said indifferently: "Here he comes, what does it have to do with me?"

Liao Changxing thanked him, took the tea, and said: "One is that he will live in the guest house next to you when he arrives on the mountain, and sometimes he may need help. Senior brother lives far away, please help me, and don't neglect the distinguished guest. Two Come, Master also wants to take this opportunity to ask him to palm his eyes to see if your physique can be reversed by human manipulation."

Wen Heng was taken aback.

Liao Changxing sighed: "It's not been easy for you all these years, we all see it, no matter what, if you have the chance, try it, what if you get it right?"

That year, Li Zhi shot at him on purpose, but he himself was ejected. This fact is very strange, and it happened in front of the lecturer of Haichuantang, the daughter of the head of the school, and the disciples of the second peak of Jixue Yuquan. Liao Changxing concealed everything for him. Can't live.After Wen Heng woke up, before he could figure it out, he was sent to the Sword Qi Hall together with Li Zhi, and confronted in front of the head and five elders.

According to Li Zhi, he only used [-]% of his internal energy in that palm, and his original intention was to teach Wen Heng a lesson, and he didn't intend to seriously injure him. He was shot out like a wall.Not only did he not feel that he was wrong, but he suspected that Wen Heng was pretending to be weak, deliberately concealing his martial arts, and he didn't know what other schemes were hidden behind his back.

Wen Heng was more ignorant than others. He told Chunjun’s head, Han Nanfu, about his situation over the years. Five elders came up to take his pulse in turn, and they all came to the same conclusion—the dantian was empty, strangely enough. He couldn't find the eight meridians, let alone "full of true energy in the body", the internal energy sent to him by others would be muddy and nothing.

Li Zhi refused to accept it, and in his dying struggle, inspiration suddenly burst out, and he shouted loudly: "Master, elders, this disciple is not telling lies, this kid is just pretending! If you don't believe me, give him a slap and you'll know!"

The hustle and bustle in the Sword Qi Hall stopped, and Wen Heng clenched his fists in the deathly silence.

The wound medicine sent by Chunjun is very effective, but he is a mortal after all. Although he was hit by Li Zhi, he did not suffer serious internal injuries, but his internal organs are in pain, and the bloody smell in his mouth has not dissipated.

If someone gave him another slap at this time, Wen Heng was not sure if he could still stand here properly.

The five elders exchanged glances with each other. Han Nanfu's face sank, as if he was really thinking about the feasibility of his proposal.Before anyone else could speak, Wen Changqing couldn't stand it any longer, and stood up and said, "Master Yue, if Junior Brother Yue really came prepared as Li Zhi said, he would never have a conflict with Li Zhi, or even Being hit by Li Zhi, otherwise, wouldn't it be a show? There are many weird things in this world, and it's not his fault that Junior Brother Yue has a special physique. "

Minghe Peak Elder Meng Feixue nodded approvingly.

Li Zhi argued: "Yue Chi's swordsmanship is strange, and his inner strength is weird, but he insists that he has never learned martial arts. It is hard to guarantee that he did not practice some crooked methods, and he practiced himself like this, so he tried to steal the secret book of our school. "Wugong". Master Mingjian, how can there be someone in this world who has never learned martial arts, and can fight with Junior Sister Ziqi with just a plum branch? This disciple also has doubts in his heart, so he made a move to try."

Qin Ling knew Wen Heng's identity a long time ago, and now seeing Li Zhi confounding black and white and chasing and biting randomly, he couldn't help sighing.

Han Nanfu pondered for a moment, and said: "What Zhang Qing said is not unreasonable. But Li Zhi was wrong first, and Yue Chi couldn't prove his innocence. In my opinion, these two people are not suitable to stay on the mountain, so they should be let out as outer sects." Disciple, you are not allowed to enter the inner sect again."

Li Zhiru was struck by lightning, he was dumbfounded on the spot, Wen Heng's face changed slightly, his heart sank, he felt that his breathing was suffocating, even taking a breath caused his internal organs to ache.

To put it bluntly, this matter was Yuquanfeng's family matter, even if the other elders felt that it was inappropriate, they would not do it for them when they saw that Qin Ling had nothing to say.Seeing that everyone was speechless, Han Nanfu said, "Then—"

"Sect Leader Rong Zhi," Liao Changxing said suddenly, "I have objections."

He came out more and more, bowed politely, and said sternly: "According to the sect's rules, on the main peak, except for the Jinggang Hall, you are not allowed to use force, you are not allowed to fight in private, and you are not allowed to fight each other. Brother Yue Chi and Sister Ziqi committed a crime. One or two, it should be punished by cleaning the Haichuan hall for one month, banning martial arts for ten days, and copying the school rules ten times. However, junior brother Li Zhi violated three rules, he should be expelled from the sect according to reason, and will never be used again."

"However, it is not written in the school rules that you must not have special physique, let alone that you must not have extraordinary talent. Brother Yue Chi has not violated the precepts, and he does not need to prove his innocence." He said, "One is punished lightly, and the other is severely punished. It is unfair. Master, please think twice."

Han Nanfu: "..."

Sometimes Liao Changxing really doesn't know whether he should be called straightforward or dead-headed.He almost took out a copy of the family rules and read aloud to Han Nanfu. As long as Han Nanfu replied, a big black pot of "disregarding the rules of the family" would immediately fall on his head - there is such a bullying head in the world Disciple?

Xie Qing, the elder of Liuxia Peak, couldn't help laughing when he heard the end, and teased Qin Ling: "I said earlier that this kid Changxing is mature and prudent, so I saved you a lot of trouble."

Meng Feixue said: "Ziqi's temperament really needs to be changed. Fortunately, Yue Chi is sensible and doesn't use real knives and real guns to make gestures with her, otherwise she accidentally hurt her. Who can I ask for reasoning?"

Han Nanfu coughed lightly, and after being reminded by Meng Feixue, he remembered the matter of his precious daughter here, and immediately pushed the boat along the river and down the slope, and followed Meng Feixue's words: "That's right, it's still Changxing who is thoughtful. What do you guys think of what he said?"

Qin Ling was quite satisfied with Liao Changxing's proposal, and nodded. Seeing his statement, the elders naturally wouldn't meddle in the other peak's business, so when the dust settled, Li Zhi packed his bags and left Yueying Mountain the next day. Heng was sent to Haichuantang by his stern and selfless second senior brother, where he wiped the floor diligently for a month.

Han Ziqi and him did not know each other, chasing him every day to ask for advice on sword skills, the obstacles she encountered became more and more difficult, and finally she had to stop her flags and drums, put out the little thoughts of charming and charming, and unilaterally tried to become good brothers with him.

Wen Heng still hasn't figured out why he was able to bounce Li Zhi away. According to a few experiences, there is indeed a real energy in his body, which is scattered all over the body. Wen Heng can't control it himself, but If there is an external force, the true energy will spontaneously accumulate to counteract it.

To put it simply, he has a body shield, but he doesn't know how to use it. He can only stand and wait for others to beat him, and there is no guarantee that he will not be killed. Anyway, it is better than nothing.

If he wants to protect himself, he can only rely on the long sword in his hand.

Therefore, Wen Heng has been the most diligent disciple on Yuquan Peak for the past three years. He only sleeps for two hours a day, and he practiced sword day and night. A deep pit in the back mountain was filled with curling swords.At first everyone thought he was a little crazy, but after years of watching, they found that Wen Heng's insanity was actually a kind of tenacity beyond ordinary people.

Whether hard work can move God is hard to say, but Yuquan Peak was indeed moved by him. Even though he knew that Wen Heng had little hope of practicing martial arts like them, his master and senior brothers still refused to let go of every opportunity.

Thinking of this, Wen Heng's face softened, he nodded in agreement, and said, "I understand."

"Also," Liao Changxing said, "In the past year, you have studied art at Yuquan Peak for three years, and next spring you will be assessed and competed with other disciples from other peaks. You know the rules of Yueying Mountain. If you can't compare with others, You can only be reduced to an outer disciple. In the future... well, I won’t talk about it, you can think for yourself.”

Wen Heng sighed and laughed at his sigh, couldn't help but roll his eyes, and said, "Yes, brother and master are so reluctant to part with me, I will definitely work hard and try to stay on Yuquan Peak to fulfill my filial piety."

Liao Changxing pointed at him threateningly, and said, "You'd better be."

January is fleeting, and on the fourth day of November, Wen Heng practiced swords in the back mountain and returned at night. Before he reached the small courtyard where he lived alone, he heard shouts from the direction of the guest courtyard in front of him. The noise seemed to be mixed with the woman's crying, the movement was so lively that it was difficult for him to pretend to be deaf.

Thinking of Liao Changxing's instructions a few days ago, Wen Heng reluctantly turned a corner, with a sullen face, planning to poke his head at the entrance of the guest courtyard and come back.

The guest courtyard is built according to the common standard of Yueying Mountain. There is a plaque on the door, and the inscription "Bamboo dense water passes". There are several clumps of green bamboo in the courtyard, and there is a clear stream in front of the courtyard. Ye Bailuo, now there are only bare poles, sticking out from the courtyard wall, with half a piece of rag hanging on it, floating in the wind alone.

Wen Heng took a closer look, and found that it seemed to be the cloth used for Chunjun's disciple's clothing. When he got closer, he heard Zhou Qin's loud and angry reprimand: "Don't deceive me too much! I just touched you, so it is necessary Vicious, do you want others to pay you with their lives?"

Wen Heng didn't know Zhou Qin well, but he also knew that he was soft-tempered, not a troublemaker, and it was the first time Wen Heng saw him so excited that he lost his temper.He was aroused a little bit of interest, quickened his pace and turned around the corner, and saw a group of pure Jun disciples in white blocking the door of the guest courtyard. There were many boxes and cages scattered around, and there was a familiar long sword on the ground.

A cold youthful voice floated out from the crowd, and the words were icy, colder than the mountain wind: "I said, don't touch it, she doesn't listen to persuasion, what does it have to do with me."

Wen Heng deliberately emphasized the sound of his footsteps, pretending that he was just passing by by chance: "Are you all there? Is it so lively when the distinguished guests come, even the sword is lost."

Everyone turned their heads when they heard the sound, and seeing that it was him, they spontaneously made way out of a narrow passage, revealing three people standing in the center: Zhou Qin, whose sleeves were torn and whose face was purple with anger, held his right wrist and cried into a fat man. Han Ziqi, who was a doll, and the boy in black who stood at the door with folded arms, although he didn't seem to have done anything, had already committed public outrage.

He was facing Wen Heng sideways, a little too thin, his crow-black long hair was the same color as the material of the clothes, which made his complexion whiter and his expression paler. He looked like snow floating in a deep pool, so cold that it was almost desolate.There is no need to say a word, just this stern temperament is enough to keep people away from thousands of miles away.

Wen Heng glanced over, just so happened that the young man also looked up, the two eyes met, they were both taken aback for some reason.

In an instant, the wind stopped and the clouds stopped, the sky and the earth were silent, and Wen Heng seemed to be frozen in place by his gaze.He lost all consciousness, except for a stabbing pain in his heart.