Chun Feng Du Jian

At first, seeing Xue Qinglan jumping down without saying a word, trying to avoid hitting him even if he was injured, Wen Heng was moved, but he couldn't help but feel a little startled.

He always felt that this little boy was a bit crazy and paranoid, too reckless, and didn't take his own life seriously; but when he figured out the twists and turns behind Xue Qinglan's various actions, he couldn't care less about whether he was crazy or not. Crazy - he is quite calm, but he is not as crazy as Xue Qinglan, and now he has to squat in the dark as a mole, how can he still have the face to blame others for his recklessness?

Wen Heng has been on the mountain for three years, and he has never been so close to any senior brother of the same school. Perhaps because he was frightened in the past, those who are reliable and unreliable all abandoned him, so he simply put away all outgoing tentacles. There is no way to talk about it.

Xue Qinglan, Wen Heng originally thought that he was a cold star hanging far away in the sky, looking at the world lonely and cold forever, but he never expected that the star would fall from the sky one day, silently but fieryly falling into his arms.

Holding the temperature in both hands, he was almost burned, but he was reluctant to let go.

"Brother, what do you think?" Xue Qinglan saw that he hadn't spoken for a long time, so she had to overcome the embarrassment, and said, "I'm the only one who comes to the back mountain, and I'm afraid others won't be able to search here for a while."

Wen Heng followed his words and said "hmm", as if it wasn't him who was distracted just now, but his attitude suddenly softened, and he put his shoulders and asked: "How is your Qinggong? Can you go up by yourself?"

Xue Qinglan looked up at the hole about the size of a well, got up from Wen Heng's arms, and said hesitantly, "I'll try."

Wen Heng stood up with him, and encouraged: "It's okay, don't be afraid of falling, I will follow you below."

Xue Qinglan's face became inexplicably hot, and she felt that Wen Heng was becoming more and more like a big brother, with such a broad and boundless gentleness, knowing that he couldn't keep it for himself, but still couldn't help being greedy.

He raised his breath and leaped, kicking on the stone and flying up to the cave wall, using his strength to climb all the way up, but unfortunately, when he reached a height of about ten feet, he didn't find the right landing point. It sank suddenly and fell downward.

Xue Qinglan simply closed his eyes, ready to face the coming pain, but Wen Heng picked him upright, with his feet dangling in the air, and landed firmly in his arms.

He opened one eye tentatively, and saw Wen Heng's beautiful and sharp jawline, and the slightly upturned corners of his lips.

"Accidentally stepped on the air." He stared blankly at the arc getting bigger and bigger, quickly jumped down from Wen Heng's arms, and said nonchalantly, "I'll try again."

A moment later, Xue Qinglan was exhausted again, and fell from mid-air, this time on his face. Wen Heng opened his arms calmly and helplessly below, and took him into his arms.

Like a migratory bird flying far away returning to its habitat, Xue Qinglan buried himself in his neck, smelling the faint dusty smell on his shoulders, mixed with a scent of green bamboo washed by water, which was distant and familiar.

In this wild cave that is called "every day should not be called and the earth is not working", there is no food, no drink, no hope of escape, the situation cannot be worse.Xue Qinglan was silent for a moment, and suddenly, like a convulsion, she laughed against Wen Heng's shoulder.

Wen Heng reluctantly endured it for a while, but at last he couldn't hold it back anymore, he hugged him and couldn't help laughing and said, "A low-level person is bold, with such light skills like a three-legged cat, you still dare to jump down?"

"What's the use of picking up these old accounts now?" Xue Qinglan was tired from laughing, and lay lazily on his shoulders, not wanting to get up, and muttered, "The three-legged cat can't go up, what should I do, brother two-legged cat?"

"Two-legged cat" said coolly: "Shout, shouted and broke your throat, see if someone will come to rescue you."

Xue Qinglan laughed again, Wen Heng let him sit down on a protruding rock, pondered for a while, and said: "I know some lightness exercises, but I haven't practiced them myself, so I'll teach them to you now." You, whether we can go out or not depends on your understanding."

Xue Qinglan said: "You have been a senior brother for a few days, and now you want to be my master again? You haven't taken advantage of it enough."

Wen Heng almost blurted out, "Should I teach you what it means to take advantage?" When he remembered that Xue Qinglan was still young, he quickly swallowed it, shook his head and said, "I can't accept such a big apprentice. If I really want to take advantage of you, I would have told you to call him big brother a long time ago." gone."

Xue Qinglan was like a mischievous child who was dedicated to Mr. Qi, dragged his tune, and said without respect: "Yes, yes, my younger brother is young and ignorant, and his kung fu is also very common. Please give me your advice."

The two laughed and chattered for a while, Wen Heng explained to him in detail the light kung fu of "stepping down to grow lotus" that he had memorized before.This/gong was originally a secret book kept by Prince Qing's Mansion, which has been lost for a long time. Apart from Wen Heng, it is estimated that there is no other person who can memorize it completely.It is said that the Buddha’s scriptures lead a life of lotus flowers at one step. This lightness exercise is based on this. Floating feathers can also be used to float several feet away.

At first, Wen Heng laughed at Xue Qinglan for being a three-legged cat Kung Fu, but after he started teaching him, he realized that he was highly talented, good at understanding, quick to learn things, but his internal strength was so ordinary, he couldn't help wondering: "How does your master urge you to practice kung fu on weekdays?" It's a good seedling, why did it enter the country so little?"

Xue Qinglan closed his eyes and practiced kung fu, and replied nonchalantly: "I'm too lazy. I spend three days fishing and two days drying the net. If I don't practice kung fu well, my progress will naturally not be high."

The Chunjun faction does not talk about the weak and the strong, at least the rules of survival of the fittest in the school are still very clear. Wen Heng needless to say, his fellow disciples are also hardworking and competitive, and they are not willing to fall behind. It was the first time he saw such a righteous person who was too lazy. Xue Qinglan is even more delicate and picky than the eldest lady of the head of Han's family.

Wen Heng thought about it, and felt that Xue Qinglan could not be completely blamed for this matter. It was one thing for him not to practice hard, but another for Xue Ci's failure to teach him well. If he was given two months, he might not be able to make Xue Qinglan This crooked seedling is straightened.

When he was distracted, he suddenly heard Xue Qinglan ask: "By the way, brother, are you hungry? You haven't eaten for almost two days."

"It's okay," Wen Heng asked, "What, are you hungry?"

Xue Qinglan took out a cloth bag from his arms and handed it to him: "Fortunately, I still have some rations with me, which is a drop in the bucket, but it's better than nothing."

Seeing that the cloth bag looked familiar, Wen Heng took it in his heart and opened it. It was indeed the chestnuts he had wrapped for Xue Qinglan before he left that night, a lot of them, and Xue Qinglan's body temperature was still on them.

If it hadn't happened to be trapped, he didn't know how long this bag of chestnuts would be in his arms.

Wen Heng raised his eyes to glance at him, and Xue Qinglan suddenly realized the key point after he gave it. He avoided his eyes with a guilty conscience, and said stiffly: "I don't mean to let down the brother's generous gift...forgot to eat for a while."

Wen Heng didn't answer, and squeezed open the chestnut shell with a "click", revealing the sweet inner core, and handed it to Xue Qinglan: "It's not too late to eat now."

Xue Qinglan shook her head: "No... I've already eaten."

Wen Heng believes that he is a ghost.

He didn't know what Xue Qinglan had suffered, what kind of person he regarded him in his heart, he was reluctant to eat a few chestnuts, and wanted to hide them so preciously.Right now, he just wants to get out of here as soon as possible, and go outside to give him many better and sweeter things, so that this silly child will not be deceived in the future, and easily dizzy by a few worthless dried fruits, even without his own wealth and life. Throw it without hesitation.

"Then it's almost time for the next meal." Wen Heng's face remained unchanged, but he said unquestionably, "Don't be sorry, I'll make whatever you want to eat in the future."

Although he didn't say it clearly, it has already broken Xue Qinglan's careful thinking.Xue Qinglan couldn't be more stubborn, so she had to share the chestnuts with Wen Heng honestly.

Although this thing can't satisfy the hunger, at least it relieves a little hunger.Xue Qinglan clapped her hands, stood up and said, "Okay, I'll try again."

This time, according to the lightness kung fu given by Wen Heng, he unfolded "Stepping down to grow lotus", using his toes to tap a rock, he floated up along the cave wall. , very ethereal and light.Although this time was much higher than before, it was the first time for Xue Qinglan to try out this skill. On the way, his breath became disordered, and the breath he held in his dantian suddenly dissipated, and his body suddenly fell from the air like a thousand catties.

Because this time Xue Qinglan climbed higher than before, and fell harder than the previous two times, almost catching up with the huge momentum of the first round.Wen Heng caught him from the bottom, he felt his arms sinking, he couldn't help but take a step back, only heard a "click", as if something had cracked.

This sound was very obvious in the silence, Xue Qinglan was stunned for a moment, jumped up from his arms, grabbed Wen Heng's wrist, and said anxiously: "Brother, where are you injured?"

As he landed, there was a sound of cracking under the two people's feet, and the ground began to shake and collapse.Wen Heng held Xue Qinglan's hand instead, and said doubtfully, "Don't worry, I'm fine... Is the ground moving outside, or did we step on something?"

Xue Qinglan was more ignorant than him, shook his head blankly, and was about to speak, when suddenly his feet were empty, and a big hole appeared in the ground, neither of them was spared, and they fell down together hand in hand.

With the whistling wind in his ears, Wen Heng grabbed Xue Qinglan tightly, guessed intuitively that the hole was far from the ground, and said loudly: "Use your energy to raise your energy, and strike the ground!"

His voice echoed in the darkness, the echo was faint, and the underground space seemed huge.The sound of palm force breaking the wind sounded, Wen Heng held the long sword in his right hand, trying to pierce into the hard rock wall to delay the momentum, but unfortunately the sword was not sharp enough, and he never found a place to use it.In the blink of an eye, Xue Qinglan's palm finally touched the ground. He seized the opportunity to use lightness kung fu, and with this weak stagnant force, turned around in the air, and was finally pressed by Wen Heng in his arms. The people fell on the hard stone ground together and rolled out several times.

Fortunately, Xue Qinglan was rescued in time, and neither of them suffered any serious injuries, except for a few bruises.

"Yes, you have such qualifications. If you work harder, after three years, you will definitely be in the top ten of the world's qinggong." Wen Heng helped him stand up, squeezed his cold fingers soothingly, and rubbed the flames with one hand. Huozhe, "Don't be afraid. Have you brought Huozhe?"

It took Xue Qinglan a long time to recover from the fright, cold sweat flashed across his forehead under the faint light, he took out the fire pocket from his arms, and asked with a stiff voice: "I heard that people who touch gold often live on the top of ancient tombs. Burglary, senior brother, just now...could we have stepped into the resting place of your Chunjun Patriarch's patriarch?"