Chun Feng Du Jian

During these days when the two got along, Wen Heng often referred to Xue Qinglan as his younger brother. This was based on the seniority between Xue Ci and Qin Ling. He felt that it was just a common address, no different from the "senior brother" and "senior sister" who called others.Xue Qinglan never responded to him seriously, who would have thought that the boy's first "senior brother" would be called out under such circumstances. Wen Heng was caught off guard, and felt a sudden rush of heat from his chest to his neck. His ears turned slightly red from the heat.

Xue Qinglan is so easy to coax, he thought, why does he always meet such easy to coax children.

"The climate in the north is cold, and it's not as pleasant as Mingzhou. Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Wen Heng helped him stand up, and coaxed, "Be patient for tonight. I'll find my brother tomorrow and ask someone to add a brazier to your courtyard." .”

Xue Qinglan put his hands on chestnuts and raised his face to look at him. He was clearly afraid of the cold, but he said: "No need, you live here, how dare you trouble the master again?"

Wen Heng lowered his eyes and looked at him, and there were layers of smiles in his eyes, shining brightly. Although the expression was not obvious, it was his rare, undisguised expression of true feelings.

He spoke teasingly, and said with a smile: "It's hard for the younger brother to be so sensible, so why don't you use the brazier?"

Xue Qinglan was dying: "The weather in the north is really hard..."

Obviously he himself was afraid of the cold and insisted on blaming the weather, Wen Heng finally couldn't help laughing out loud, and in consideration of his face, he forced himself to pretend to be serious and said, "Okay, okay, that's it, I can light a fire in this room , if the younger brother doesn't think the smoke is too heavy, how about condescending to come and sit here often?"

While teasing him with words, this person wished he could put the steps under his feet. Being hateful is really hateful, and gentleness is also really gentle. Xue Qinglan couldn't play with him, so he had to let out a muffled "hmm".Wen Heng brushed off a little dust on his sleeves for him, and said: "It's not early, I've been busy all day today, it's time to go back to sleep."

Xue Qinglan nodded as if sleepwalking, but refused to move as if roots had grown under her feet.

The winter night is cold, and everything is silent at this time, only the charcoal in the stove occasionally makes a slight "cracking" sound, and the candlelight flickers to reflect the shadows of the two people. Between the sky and the earth, there are mountains and plains, and it seems that only this narrow and shabby room is full of warmth. , making him like a moth to a flame, lingering beside the blazing wick.

Wen Heng understood his eyes, amused and lamented at the same time, gently pushed his shoulders and turned around, compromised in a low voice: "It's dark outside, the road is not easy to walk, I'll take you back."

Xue Qinglan is 14 years old this year. When he first came to the door, he dared to stand alone with Chun Jun's disciple in the courtyard. It can be seen that he is fearless and bold.But in Wen Heng's eyes, he seems to be a child who knows nothing, afraid of the dark, cold and squeamish, showing his teeth and claws when he is born, and once he is touched by Shunmao, he will reveal the true face of a house cat.

He clenched the cloth bag in his hand, and couldn't find a reason to refuse: "Thank you, brother."

The wind was tight in the long night, and the two walked side by side, walking through the moonlight all over the ground. Xue Qinglan endured the pain in his internal organs constricted by the cold air, but at the same time felt that this moment was the most unforgettable moment in his life. It was in vain that he suffered so much suffering on Yueying Mountain.

Wen Heng watched him carefully carry the bag of chestnuts, climbed in through the window, waved goodbye to him, and left the guest house as quietly as when he came.

He was not in a hurry to go back to the room, but walked towards the back mountain.

The back mountain of Yuquan Peak is connected to Linqiu Peak, the restricted area of ​​Chunjun. Wen Heng often practices swords here, and he is very familiar with the terrain, and he is also familiar with walking at night.This was purely a whim, and it was the bag of chestnuts that gave him inspiration.Seeing that Xue Qinglan was really afraid of the cold, Wen Heng remembered that when he was in the palace, the winter in the north was very cold, and hand stoves and foot stoves were always indispensable at home.It's just that since he came to Yueying Mountain, all he saw were martial arts practitioners, who were physically strong and protected from cold and heat, so naturally there was no such thing, Wen Heng didn't use it for a long time, and he didn't think of it for a while.

Disciples of this school are not allowed to go down the mountain at will, and it will take half a month at the fastest to ask someone to pick one up from the city down the mountain. Wen Heng remembered that he had seen a translucent stone in the back mountain forest when he was practicing swords, it was probably mica or something like that. The ore is not big, but the hardness is acceptable. It can be dug with a dagger. It can be polished and used as a hand stove.

He walked into the pine forest under the dim moonlight, while distractedly paying attention to the big and small stones around him, he walked a long way without knowing it, and went straight into the depths of the mountain forest.The dense trees gradually covered the trail, Wen Heng walked to the end of the road, looked up, and he was already in front of the boundary marker of Linqiu Peak.

In the pale moonlight, the eight big characters on the stele, "Do not enter the forbidden area of ​​sects without permission", seem to be carved with a sharp sword, with a fierce and horrifying aura.

Wen Heng has naturally heard that Linqiu Peak is the restricted area of ​​the gate, and he has also heard the rumors and discussions among his disciples in private, but he is naturally lacking in curiosity, especially he does not like to die, and has no intention of prying into secrets. just go.But as soon as he took a step, he suddenly heard the wind passing by the treetops above his head, and the muffled sound of his feet stepping on fallen leaves came from behind the boundary marker.

It's so late, who will come to the forbidden area?

Thoughts were spinning in his mind, but he didn't dare to move his feet, for fear of disturbing the other party by making a sound, so he could only hold his breath, leaned down, and looked out quietly through the gaps in the bushes.

With bushes and boundary markers blocking him, he couldn't see the whole body of the man clearly. He could only judge from a vague outline that the man was of medium height, with slightly narrow shoulders, and was right-handed.The man turned his back to Wen Heng at first, but then he looked back for some reason, just in time for Wen Heng to see the front.

His face was covered with a black cloth scarf, which was tightly wrapped, only a pair of cold eyes were exposed, and he looked like a thief.

Wen Heng instinctively felt that something was wrong, and secretly put his sword on his waist, but it was such an unfortunate coincidence that the grass beside him suddenly rustled, and a black figure who didn't know whether it was a hare or a pheasant suddenly rose up.Wen Heng's breathing stopped suddenly, and the man in black over there was startled, the sword edge swept towards him instantly, and the strong wind aroused by his inner energy swept across his cheeks, causing a sharp pain——

Without time to think, Wen Heng raised his sword to strike, and after a crisp "click", the wooden scabbard was torn apart, Wen Heng drew back the sword, rolled on the ground, avoiding the edge of the sword, and shouted at the same time: " Linqiu Peak is a forbidden place, idlers are not allowed to enter, are you illiterate!"

This trick was to pretend to be stupid, hoping that the other party would not kill him because he didn't know the truth, but the man sneered and didn't answer, stabbing with the sword in his hand continuously, as if he wanted to kill him.

Wen Heng had never encountered such a life-and-death situation since the battle at Huashen Temple three years ago. He didn't dare to be contemptuous, and he didn't dare to be distracted to speak again. He gritted his teeth and took the sword.

The opponent's sword was infused with internal strength. Every time Wen Heng received a sword, it felt like being hit by a heavy hammer. He could only support it with all his strength. His fingers were completely numb, and his tiger's mouth was almost cracked. The cold sweat was pouring down like rain, but he took advantage of this time to grab a sword, and the blue light was like a few fireflies, stabbing at the man's waist and abdomen respectively. When he swung the sword to block, the sword light flashed strangely, appearing out of thin air Between his right wrists, a sword flew away from his fine iron wristband!

The man jumped back in shock, and gave a suspicious "Huh".

If Wen Heng's internal strength is strong, this sword will not cut off his right hand, but it will penetrate three points to the bone, so that he can no longer hold the sword.It's a pity that he is an ordinary person with no internal strength, and he was blocked by the fine iron wrist guard. Although this surprise attack was extremely fast, he failed in the end.

The man's sleeves were untied and hanging down, but he didn't care, instead he said with a smirk: "If you can stab me with a sword, you won't be wronged to die tonight!"

Before he finished speaking, he rushed forward with swords and swords in a row. The nine swords in a row moved like wind and thunder, and the offensive was very fierce. Wen Heng had suffered a loss once, so he didn't dare to fight head-on. The various sects took advantage of their sword moves to fight back.

His left sword and right sword seemed to be disorderly, but the sword pointed at the vital point, which made the man in black flustered several times, and had to withdraw his sword and return to defense.In just a short moment, the two had dismantled dozens of moves like lightning. The man's moves gradually became poorer, but Wen Heng's hits became smoother and smoother. The heretical swordsmanship emerged endlessly.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the man in black knew that he could not be led by the nose by Wen Heng. He rolled his eyes and deliberately took advantage of it, causing Wen Heng's long sword to be lifted high, revealing the empty hole in his chest. He secretly gathered strength with his left hand and shouted With one palm, he hit the "Tanzhong acupoint" on Wen Heng's chest from the air, and immediately sent him flying upside down, hitting a pine tree hard on his back.

Wen Heng was hit hard on the chest, and the zhenqi in his body immediately condensed spontaneously, but the man in black slapped him through the air and didn't touch him, so naturally he couldn't be countered by this zhenqi.His back was in severe pain, and he even heard a "click" at the moment of impact. He didn't know whether it was a broken tree or a broken bone.Blood surged in his throat, he endured it for a long time, and finally spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow".

The man in black walked slowly with a sword in his hand, kicked him on the side, kicked him to the side of a shallow pit in the wild bushes, and said unhurriedly, grinding his teeth: "I was broken by you today, I will never let you stay, boy, if you want to blame it, blame yourself for your bad luck and being a dead ghost!"

When the words fell to the ground, the long sword was raised high, and it was slashed down by the strong wind. Wen Heng's eyes were completely black at this moment, his whole body was in severe pain, and he had no power to resist, but he was unwilling to die with his hands tied up. When the sword wind swept across his cheeks, he raised In one breath, he suddenly rolled to the side, and the whole person fell into the shallow pit, his body was empty, and he fell straight down.

The bottom of the pit was covered with branches and dead grass, which looked very shallow. The man in black originally wanted to kill him and bury him on the spot, saving him the effort of digging the hole. There was a pit, more than three feet high, extremely deep and extremely dark. It took a long time after Wen Heng fell into the pit to hear a muffled sound of "tong", and then it was quiet, and there was no more movement.

The man in black took out the fire pocket and polished it, only to see a dark hole with deep and winding inside, the situation in the hole was completely unclear, and Wen Heng was nowhere to be seen.He thought about it for a while, and finally he didn't dare to put himself in danger, so he went down to explore in person, so he found several stones the size of bowls and plates from the side, and kicked them into the hole one by one, trying to kill Wen Heng, and finally found another big stone, Strictly blocked the entrance of the hole.

This is deep in the dense forest, and the location of the cave is also very hidden. Even if someone finds that the boy is missing, he will starve to death long ago when he finds it here.The man in black looked at the pitch-black bushes and stones, and thought that it would be better if he didn't need to do it himself, and it would not be easy for others to suspect him when things happen in the future.

He blew out the flame, picked up the scabbard scattered on the ground, and quickly disappeared into the darkness like a nocturnal ghost.