Chun Feng Du Jian

"you……"

The two of them spoke almost at the same time, and were about to speak, Zhou Qin and Han Ziqi next to him, as if they were waiting for a savior, shouted in unison: "Junior Brother Yue Chi!"

This sound interrupted the two people's staring, Wen Heng suddenly regained his senses from the shock, turned his head to look at the two, but from the corner of his eyes, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the black-clothed boy frowning for no reason, as if he was enduring the pain and raised his head. Hands pressed down on the heart.

"What happened?" He restrained his thoughts and asked seriously, "And this one is..."

Zhou Qin gouged out the boy's eyes, and whispered: "This man is the medicine boy brought by Master's friend, Miracle Doctor Xue. Master and Miracle Doctor Xue went to the main peak, and the senior brothers followed, and we are left here to help pack the boxes and cages." This kid is not allowed to touch this or that, that's all, the most annoying thing is that Senior Sister Ziqi just passed by and accidentally touched the copper lock on the box, who knew that the lock was smeared with poison/medicine It turned out to be poisoned! We didn't mean it, but he refused to give the antidote, so we started arguing."

Although he lowered his voice, none of the people in this group had practiced martial arts, and everyone knew that he was taking the opportunity to accuse the boy in black, but the other party seemed to have never heard of it, and remained as cold as ice, without saying a word.

Wen Heng wondered: "Poisoned? What kind of poison? Let me take a look."

Han Ziqi was choked up with tears, but she held on to her sleeves tightly, refusing to show anyone.She is a very strong and face-saving girl, she would rather faint after being poisoned than make a fool of herself in public, but Wen Heng didn't understand her daughter's thoughts. Seeing her stubbornness, she lowered her face slightly: "Why, avoiding medical treatment?"

In terms of seniority, Wen Heng is the youngest, but he has been too calm since he was a teenager, and he has experienced strong winds and waves, and his mood is mature. Occasionally, he would show a bit of arbitrariness, and his disciples in the same year were quite in awe of him. Although Han Ziqi got close to him, she was not immune.

So when his voice fell, Han Ziqi immediately faltered, even her crying became weaker, and she said timidly: "Ugly..."

Wen Heng glanced at her incredulously, and wanted to say that an ugly death is better than a poisoned death, but he swallowed the words, thinking that he should save some face for her, so he said: "Then you continue to hide, I will Seeing you like this is not a serious poison. It just so happens that Miracle Doctor Xue is on the main peak, so you just go back and ask the master to help you get the antidote."

Han Ziqi: "..."

Wen Heng ignored her, and said to the other disciples: "Please help me, seniors, first carry the cage in, it's shameful to put it outside, it's not our way of hospitality."

Zhou Qin gave Han Ziqi a very sympathetic look, and swallowed his anger to help carry the box.

Wen Heng dealt with these two matters in a few words, which can be called a quick knife to cut the mess.The black-clothed boy didn't find fault anymore, he just watched with cold eyes, turning a blind eye to the knife-like eyes of the surrounding Chunjun disciples piercing his body, looking at Wen Heng with very deep eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

Until everyone put the box and cage in place, Zhou Qin couldn't bear to see Han Ziqi still standing there, so he quietly pulled Wen Heng's sleeve and asked, "Junior Brother, what should we do? We can't let Junior Sister Ziqi really go to the head of the house." Let's get this out of the way? That's too ugly."

Wen Heng glanced at him, and asked coolly: "Brother, it's ugly when you think about it now, isn't it ugly to start a fight with someone who doesn't agree with you, and hasn't hit someone before?"

Zhou Qin blushed immediately, and was so ashamed that he wished he could find a crack in the ground and said in a low voice, sadly and angrily: "Who knew that he is a medicine boy, and his martial arts are so powerful!"

Wen Heng snorted coldly, but he couldn't really leave them alone.He thought for a while, walked towards the black-clothed boy, cupped his fists as a salute, and asked politely: "I'm being rude just now, haven't I asked this young hero Gao's name?"

The black-clothed boy was standing on the steps, about the same height as Wen Heng, staring at him indifferently.Wen Heng even had the illusion that his eyes were icy and scratched across his face. It wasn't hatred, but it didn't seem to be the same as when he looked at other people.

"Xue Qinglan."

He spoke suddenly, his voice was very low, and his voice was very soft, but he was not as heartless as before, but with a little loneliness: "My name is Xue Qinglan, what about you?"

Wen Heng was suddenly in a trance, and almost followed his words and answered "My surname is Wen".

"Yue Chi." He collected himself, and said, "I am the registered disciple of Elder Qin Ling in Yuquan Peak, who lives next door to the guest courtyard. If your master and apprentice need help in the future, just call me."

Xue Qinglan didn't speak again.

Wen Heng got closer at this time, only to realize that he was actually very young, only about thirteen or fourteen years old, thin because he drew too fast, and although he always had a sullen face and written all over his body that he was not easy to mess with, But he was born exceptionally handsome, even a bit masculine and feminine, and when he grows up a bit, he must be a handsome man with a clear face.

Wen Heng thought that he was still angry, and said: "I have offended you just now, please don't take it to heart, Junior Brother Xue."

Xue Qinglan didn't appreciate it, she didn't give face at all, and said directly: "You don't need to apologize."

Wen Heng hadn't done anything yet, and there was already a disciple beside him who couldn't listen any longer, and shouted: "Junior Brother Yue is already patient enough, why do you bully others too much! Even if the person who came was a guest, you poisoned Junior Sister Ziqi and even beat her!" Junior brother Zhou Qin, you have gone too far, aren't you afraid of offending Elder Yuquan and the head of the sect, and it won't end?"

Xue Qinglan sneered and said, "So what?"

"What did you say?"

"I said, I put the poison and I beat the person, so what?" A cold pleasure flashed in his eyes, like a madman who wanted to die, and there was even a smile on his lips, "Your sect master will How? Killed me with one sword?"

The disciple was so frightened by his eyes that he took a step back, Wen Heng immediately stepped forward to cut off the two of them, and comforted him: "Don't quarrel, some trivial matters, there is no need to shout and kill those who are looking for death and life."

"But Junior Sister Ziqi..."

"Oh, by the way," Wen Heng signaled Han Ziqi to come over, "Stop hiding, what kind of poison is it?"

Although Han Ziqi was arrogant, she didn't dare to make fun of her own life. They and Xue Qinglan were almost at war just now, so naturally they couldn't show their weakness. Now that Wen Heng is dealing with it, she knows that she can't be stubborn anymore, so she's twitching He loosened his sleeves and showed Wen Heng the symptoms of her poisoning——

What a jade hand, the skin of the right hand from the fingertips to the wrist showed a thick black purple color, as if it had been marinated in ink for three days.

Wen Heng: "..."

No wonder Han Ziqi hid it, this poison is indeed a bit vicious and smoldering, she has a black hand for no reason, which little girl can hold back her snot from crying?

He picked up Han Ziqi's wrist with the hilt of his sword, put it down after careful observation for a moment, and sighed helplessly: "Forget it... I'll take it as some kind of poison for making such a fuss. Crush and grind the iron sand vine to get the juice. It is colorless and odorless after drying, but it turns black and purple when exposed to water. This thing is not poisonous, but it looks scary. You go back and find some lye and dissolve it in water, and the color will fade after washing.”

Han Ziqi: "Huh?"

Zhou Qin was also dumbfounded, staring at Xue Qinglan and asked, "No poison? Why didn't he say it earlier?"

Wen Heng had a headache and said, "What else should I say? The really poisonous medicines are so precious, they are all stored in boxes. I am afraid that people who don't know how to open the box will be poisoned, so I painted rattan juice on the lock as a warning. Senior sister If you don’t listen to others, senior brother, you are in a hurry to get angry and fight with others, that is to say, Junior Brother Xue has a good temper, otherwise he would have gone to the main peak with you to argue with you, and when the time comes to reveal the truth, who do you think should be beaten?"

"..."

To tell the truth, Chun Jun's disciples who were filled with righteous indignation just now were all dumb, and bowed their heads in silence.Zhou Qin laughed a few times with a guilty conscience, and whispered behind his back: "If you have a good temper, you don't have to..."

A boulder fell from Han Ziqi's heart, and she couldn't wait to confirm with Wen Heng: "Junior brother, what you said is true? Is it true that I won't be poisoned if I touch that copper lock?"

"It's definitely not poisonous."

Before Wen Heng turned his head, Xue Qinglan withdrew his inexplicable gaze, and dropped two words coldly and cruelly: "I will die."

After finishing speaking, he slammed the door and entered the house without looking back. He was so angry that he left everyone in the yard.

Han Ziqi was so frightened that she burst into tears: "I will... I will die..."

"Listen to him scaring you. If you die, you will die long ago." Wen Heng looked at the closed door, his thoughts suddenly drifted away, and he said casually, "Let's go."

After a while, he returned to his courtyard, but he did not enter the house in a hurry, but put down his sword, sat on the stone bench in the courtyard, and stared blankly for a long time under the howling mountain wind.

The warmth in his eyes was gradually blown away by the wind, condensing into an indelible frost.

This is the third year of winter.

I don't know if it's the melancholy caused by the seasons, or if there is such a similar coincidence in the world. When I saw Xue Qinglan today, he unexpectedly thought of the person who left that day, thinking that if he grows up safely, It should be exactly Xue Qinglan's age.

He probably won't be as handsome as Xue Qinglan, but his foundation is there, no matter how bad he is, he won't be as handsome as Xue Qinglan; he won't have Xue Qinglan's short temper, who may be gentle and sensible, but tears easily; He has a good body, if he went to Yueying Mountain with him, he would look decent now and be called "Little Junior Brother".

But neither Wen Heng nor A Que can see that "if".

The sound of the wind echoed in the valley like a whimper.

Wen Heng sat in the yard until it was completely dark, then got up and went back holding the sword.He didn't sleep well that night, he had frequent dreams, sometimes blood was everywhere in Bao'an Temple, and sometimes it was snowing outside Runing City, when he woke up at dawn, he felt that he was covered in cold sweat.

He sat up dizzy, his temples throbbed with pain, his throat was dry and itchy, his limbs were sore, and he knew he was hot without touching it.Wen Heng pushed himself out of bed, poured a cup of cool white water from the teapot on the table, and drank it all in one gulp.It's strange to say that he has been in good health in the past few years on Yueying Mountain, and he has almost never been sick. Yesterday, he caught a cold in the yard after a short while of wind.

His illness was so violent that he was so dizzy that he couldn't keep his eyes open, and he didn't want to cook or decoct medicine.Just as he stood up with the help of the table, and was about to return to the bed to lay the corpse, someone knocked on the door suddenly, and a somewhat familiar indifferent voice said from outside: "Young Master Yue Chi, my teacher is here to invite you."

Wen Heng now only has a pot of mush in his head, and he has no time to think about who is calling the door, and who is the "family teacher".He only moved to the door with a strong spirit, and pulled the door latch. As soon as he said the first word "sorry", he felt a dry itching in his throat. He immediately covered his mouth and coughed. A cooked shrimp.

Yushan fell and fell head-on, Xue Qinglan was unprepared, his body movements were faster than his brain, and he rushed up to support Wen Heng with a stride.When he reacted, the scorching body temperature had penetrated through the thick winter clothes, so hot that he instantly forgot about the south, east, north, and west.