Chun Feng Du Jian

The resignation and succession of Elder Yifeng is a major event of the Chunjun Sect. Internally, the selection of elders is related to the alternation of power in Yifeng and the balance of power among the peaks; externally, the strength of the elders is the combat power of the sect. The status of the rivers and lakes in the next few years.

Shang Ming has been famous for a long time, and he is unrivaled in the martial arts world with his "Blaster Wind Sword". Cui Jin is his eldest disciple.Therefore, the handover this time is a good thing that the whole school is happy to see. The Chunjun faction intends to make a big deal, and specially invited many famous martial arts experts to Yueying Mountain to watch the ceremony.

On the eighth day of the [-]th lunar month, the interior and exterior of the Chunjun School were newly decorated. Disciples from all peaks gathered in front of the Sword Qi Hall on the main peak. They wore white clothes and wore long swords.Xue Qinglan followed behind Xue Ci, not looking aside all the way, only turning his head slightly when passing by Wen Heng, with the tails of his eyes slanting, and glanced at him calmly.

Wen Heng received his flying glance, the corners of his eyes were bent, and his heart softened for no reason.

Random people like Xue Ci would come in in twos and threes, or go to congratulate the master, or chat with old acquaintances, and wait until several sects arrive one after another, and the real excitement will start.

The envoys sent to congratulate each other, ranging from five or six people to more than ten people, led by one or two sect seniors, entered the Sword Qi Hall one by one, and the disciples were called to receive the gift list, and announced loudly: "Return to Yanmen Elders Zhang Chong and Liu Ji, together with eight disciples, came to observe the ceremony!"

"Boshan sent Lin Che to head the sect, leading six disciples to watch the ceremony!"

"Xuankong of Wuyun Temple, Master Xuanjing, led four disciples to watch the ceremony!"

"Elder Wei Xingjie from Swagger Villa, led four disciples, to watch the ceremony!"

"Six masters from the Chu Family Sword Sect are here to watch the ceremony!"

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Biejiafangke, hearing the roll call of the Chu family's sword sect, Wen Heng suddenly regained his spirits, and staring at it, he saw everyone in the Chu family wearing crimson robes and carrying long swords, climbing up the stairs.

The six people were all unfamiliar faces, all of them were middle-aged men.After all, the succession of an elder is different from such a big event as the succession of the head. Although it is also a celebration, it is rarely so solemn. Most of the accompanying people from other families are young disciples. Only the Chu family sent six masters from the inner family at once. come over.

A few years ago, Wen Heng had instructed Fan Yang to defeat Chu Bailing, a member of the Chu family. Three years ago, because of him, Li Zhi from the Chu family's outer sect was kicked out of Yueying Mountain. Wen Heng suspected that he had a natural conflict with the Chu family's sword faction Therefore, he paid extra attention to this team and watched them walk into the Sword Qi Hall before turning his gaze away.

The next moment, the whispers around him suddenly became noisy.

A gust of fragrant wind blows towards the face, and six beautiful women in blue and white gauze dresses approach each other.The beautiful eyes are looking forward, the lotus steps are light, and the eyes of Man Feng's unmarried young disciples are straightened, and even the guests of the Sword Qi Hall stopped to greet.

"Whose disciple is this? Whose family has so many female disciples?"

"It's Fuyu Mountain Villa. They are all female students. They never accept male disciples. They have never been to our Yueying Mountain in previous years. I don't know why they came here suddenly this year."

Wen Heng couldn't recognize the face at all, but he remembered it when he heard "Fuyu Villa".The founders of this school are two strange women. One of them, Su Xiuniang, is the daughter of an official family in Mingzhou. By chance, she met Zhen Feiqiong, a female disciple of the Changzhen School in Mizhou.The two were congenial, and had a life-and-death acquaintance, their friendship grew deeper and deeper, and they even forged a golden orchid contract, agreeing not to marry for life.Soon after, Su Xiuniang's father wanted to betroth her to someone else, but Su Xiuniang refused to obey, and was locked up in a deep boudoir by her family and was not allowed to communicate with outsiders.Su Xiuniang failed to seek death several times. On the day of her marriage, the Su family simply tied Su Xiuniang and forced her into a sedan chair. Just as the guard of honor was passing through the long street, Zhen Feiqiong fell from the sky, snatched the bride in front of the whole city, and brought her back. Mississippi.

The two people's personal relationship was exposed, which was not tolerated by the world, and they were also driven by the Changzhen School.Zhen Feiqiong has a strong temper, and without remorse, he betrayed the sect in a rage.Although Su Xiuniang does not know martial arts, she is full of infatuation and is willing to let go of everything and go far away with her.

The two wandered the rivers and lakes for decades, returned to Mingzhou in their later years, and established their own family in Fuyu Mountain, which is today's Fuyu Villa.Zhen Feiqiong was originally talented, with many years of experience and an open mind, he is already a master.She and Su Xiuniang took in many orphans, taught martial arts carefully, and gradually expanded the Fuyu Villa.Disciples of Fuyu Mountain Villa are different from monks and nuns. There is no such thing as not marrying for life. They can marry outsiders or form friendships with the same family. They are not allowed to marry by force, and they must practice martial arts to strengthen themselves, so as not to fall into the hands of others. thing.

Because of its uniqueness, Fuyu Mountain Villa was once regarded as the best in the Jianghu. Although it was criticized by many people as deviant and disregarding human relations, it has a good reputation in the martial arts.In Gein's arena, chivalrous people often care about their heads and disregard their tails when they fight for righteousness. After fighting with love, hatred and grievances, orphans and widows are left with nowhere to rest.Fuyu Villa is willing to raise these orphans who have nowhere to go, which is a merit.

But these are all earlier years.After the death of Zhen Feiqiong and Su Xiuniang, the second-generation master did not have the courage and mentality of Zhen Feiqiong, so it can only be regarded as nothing. The qualifications of the third-generation master are also mediocre. sect.

Up to now, I don't know which generations of masters they are, and they are willing to associate with the Chunjun faction, and I don't know what their plans are.

Fuyu Villa was the last sect to arrive. After they were seated, all the disciples returned to the Sword Qi Hall and took their seats separately.The dignitaries with head and face naturally sat at the same seat, and the disciples of each faction sat at the same seat, and the rest of the drug boy followers like Xue Qinglan, who could neither sit in the main seat nor mix with disciples of other sects, sat with the disciples of Chunjun. Together.

Xue Qinglan was their guest at Yuquan Peak, so she was naturally arranged to sit at Wen Heng's table opposite him.Wen Heng had just recovered from the wind and cold, and taking medicine hurt his appetite. He couldn't eat much. He raised his eyes inadvertently, and happened to notice that Xue Qinglan was holding the spoon and fiddling with the bamboo sun and hibiscus soup in the bowl. He seemed to be concentrating on eating, but actually took a bite Didn't drink it either.

Wen Heng lowered his head and glanced at the soup in front of him. He didn't see anything wrong. He touched it with his hand and it felt slightly warm. Then he looked at the dishes around him, and then he understood.There are too many guests today, the weather is cold, and many dishes have dissipated the heat and become cold when they are delivered to the table from the back kitchen.This is not a big deal for others, but according to Wen Heng's observations in the past few days, Xue Qinglan seems to never touch cold food.

A few days ago, he decocted medicine for Wen Heng, and even the water had to be warmed by the stove before drinking. He wished he could hold the stove for the whole winter.Wen Heng only thinks that he is a southerner, and he is especially afraid of the cold, but now that he looks like this, he feels that this is not a small problem—five grains support people, and he is not a cultivator. Drink hot water to get by?

The host and guests had a good time with this banquet, which lasted until late at night.The disciples sent the guests back to their residence. Xue Ci drank a lot. Although he was not too drunk, he did not walk in a straight line. It was easy to carry him back to the bed in the guest hospital.

Xue Qinglan hadn't had a good meal all day, and her stomach ached.After sending Wen Changqing away, he returned to the wing room, picked up the teapot on the table and wanted to pour himself a glass of water, but when he poured it out, there was only half a cup of cold, strong tea.

Xue Qinglan spilled the tea and threw the cup back on the table with a muffled "boom".

There is only one lamp on in the room, except for the table, other places are hidden in the vast darkness, like a dormant monster, ready to pounce on people at any time.Xue Qinglan sat in the semi-darkness, the shadow spread by the light made his outline thinner and more slender, his complexion was as pale as snow, wrapped in layers of black clothes, like a sword entangled in the night, destructive The power of gold and jade is finally suffocated by entanglement and cannibalism.

Even though he was less than fifteen years old, his whole body felt chills, and the pervasive chill raged quietly along the cracks in the doors and windows. It turned out that the winter night at Yuquan Peak was no worse than that at Yisu Mountain——

dong dong dong.

The window was tapped three times, and a tall and straight shadow was reflected on the window paper. Xue Qinglan didn't recognize who it was at first glance, and asked "who is it" in a stiff voice, but the other party didn't answer, and knocked three more times.

He stood up reluctantly, opened half of the window, and said coldly: "It's...you in the middle of the night?"

Wen Heng didn't bring a sword, and stood in front of the window empty-handed, his brows bathed in the thin moonlight, which made the cold and bright moonlight suddenly gentle.

"Why..." He choked involuntarily, "What are you doing here?"

Wen Heng replied unhurriedly: "I didn't eat enough at the table today, I just cooked a pot of noodles in clear soup, would Junior Brother Xue want to share a bowl?"

Given the friendship between the two of them, it seemed a bit abrupt for Wen Heng to invite him late at night, but they ended up slamming the door when they first met, and Wen Heng fell headfirst on him when they met again.What's more, after all, Xue Qinglan took care of him for three days, and Wen Heng always felt uncomfortable if he didn't pay back some of the favors he received.

Xue Qinglan didn't want to reject him, but couldn't take a step forward, her whole body seemed to be pulled by both sides, and she couldn't speak for a while, so she could only stare at him blankly——

The expression was completely indifferent, and even looked aggrieved.

Wen Heng sighed secretly in his heart, swallowed back the emotion of "why is it so pitiful" for unknown number of times, knocked on the window sill with his fingers, and said: "Let's go, if you don't go back, your face will be cold."

The phrase "it's cold" was like a hand pushing behind Xue Qinglan's back. Before his mind could catch up, he had already turned over with one hand supporting the window lattice.

Wen Heng smiled unrecognizably, and quickly pretended to be serious: "Let's go."

When Liao Changxing arranged this courtyard for Wen Heng, what he liked was that it had a small kitchen so that Wen Heng, who was in his filial piety, could cook something for himself.In the past three years, the adversity is pressing, Wen Heng has long since changed from a young master who can't make a fire to a veteran with his fingers covered in spring water.He doesn't pursue appetite, but he is smart after all. After learning from the cook for a few days, he figured out the key. It is not a problem to fill his stomach. Now it seems that it is not difficult to fool Xue Qinglan.

Wen Heng said that the noodles were cooked, but in fact they were just boiling water on the stove. He led Xue Qinglan in before going to wash his hands.Xue Qinglan didn't think the smoke was too heavy, and followed him around the kitchen.After the warm stove fire drove away the chill, the hunger also revived. He sat at the table and held a rough porcelain bowl, sipping the noodle soup in the steaming heat.

The kitchen was lit like beans, and Xue Qinglan's forehead was sweated by the hot noodle soup, and his pale cheeks showed a little bright blood, which changed from ice and snow to warm jade, making it more radiant and smooth.

It wasn't until this time that he finally showed the appearance he should have at this age. He was a little dull when he was concentrating on eating, like a half-grown boy who wakes up hungry in the middle of the night and looks for food in the kitchen.

The cook sat beside him, put down his chopsticks after he could not eat a few mouthfuls, and waited for Xue Qinglan to put down the empty bowl, then called him to come to the stove, pulled out a few large roasted chestnuts from the ashes, and wrapped them in a damp cloth Handed it to his hand: "I can't eat meat here, I have nothing to entertain you, I've wronged you, at least I still have a few chestnuts, just hold them to warm your hands."

Xue Qinglan squatted head-to-head next to the stove with him, letting Wen Heng stuff the cloth bag into his hands, his expression was obviously dazed, as if what he was holding was not worthless chestnuts, but a bag of hot chestnuts. Flying windfall.

He lowered his head and raised his head again, staring at Wen Heng in a daze.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but at a certain moment, Wen Heng caught the flash of light in his eyes, like the first drop of water falling from a branch when the ice melts in early spring.

Thousands of words flooded into his heart, like a torrent crashing into a dam, rolling up huge waves, reverberating in his chest.Xue Qinglan opened his mouth, but what he finally said was a soft, coquettish complaint: "Thank you, brother...it's really cold on your mountain."

The author has something to say: Wen Yuyan unintentionally broke the curse of "drinking more hot water" for straight men, which shows that curvy is born.

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