Chun Feng Du Jian

"..."

Wen Heng was overwhelmed by his strange thinking, and after thinking for a moment, he answered rigorously: "It's not impossible."

He held up the torch and illuminated the wall closest to the two of them: "Look at the scratches on the wall, they seem to be some kind of martial arts moves. If the ancestors of Chun Jun sent martial arts secret books as funerals, I believe it."

They were in a spacious and deep stone corridor, and the walls on both sides were engraved with deep and shallow handwriting and pictures. The writing was a bit difficult to distinguish and obscure. It seemed that it was not a Chinese script, but the graphics were still clear. Wen Heng stared at it for a moment, only to find it strange Quirky and disorganized.

The fire behind him suddenly swayed violently, Xue Qinglan's legs went limp, and he almost fell, Wen Heng hurriedly turned around to support him: "What's wrong?"

Xue Qinglan's chest was swollen and stuffy with aversion, and the true energy in his body was rushing around, showing a faint tendency to riot. He was about to answer, but he opened his mouth with uncontrollable blood, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Senior brother!"

"Brother..." Xue Qinglan grabbed his sleeve and said in a hoarse voice: "Ahem... don't look at the graphics on the wall, there are traps..."

Wen Heng immediately said: "Okay, don't look at it." He hurriedly supported and hugged him to sit cross-legged with his back against the wall, and focused on closing his eyes, adjusting his breath and calming down his true energy.

Under the firelight, Xue Qinglan's face was like paper, his lips were like wax, and his expression was dull. It was obvious that he had suffered serious internal injuries.Wen Heng closed his eyes and felt for a moment, but he didn't feel any discomfort.

He saw no less than Xue Qinglan, why was he still unscathed?

Wen Heng was puzzled, and turned his head to look carefully at the engravings on the wall. This time, he tried to figure it out, and finally saw some tricks: Those figures are indeed martial arts moves, and they are unprecedented brilliant moves.However, only the graphics on the stone wall can be understood, but the words cannot be understood. I am afraid that this kung fu needs to be practiced in conjunction with internal strength. The more the little pony ran, the more exhausted and flustered it became, and eventually it was seriously injured.

Wen Heng himself has no internal strength, even if he rehearses it from beginning to end, he has no internal energy to be implicated. This is a natural disadvantage, but it has become his amulet at this time.

He leaned over to check Xue Qinglan's situation, but saw that cold sweat was oozing from his forehead, his brows were frowned, and his expression was very painful, as if he was trapped in a nightmare.I also want to know that this weird technique can disturb people's minds and even become obsessed just by looking at the graphics. It is difficult for people with weak skills or unstable minds to get out of it, and they may struggle more and more deeply, so that they will go crazy and die Lose.

Wen Heng didn't dare to let him struggle like this, half knelt down in front of him, and called his junior brother a few times, but found that Xue Qinglan couldn't wake up at all, so he gritted his teeth and pressed hard on the Lingtai acupoint on his back, at the same time Called in a low voice: "Qinglan!"

Xue Qinglan groaned/groaned weakly, woke up suddenly, fell into Wen Heng's arms completely exhausted, and murmured extremely uncomfortable: "Senior brother..."

Wen Heng felt pain in his heart when he heard his voice: "Is it hard?"

Xue Qinglan was like a dying bird with broken wings. It took him a long time to gather his breath and asked intermittently: "A little bit... are you okay?"

Wen Heng could feel his body was cold through his clothes, he couldn't stop shaking, he was pitifully weak.He took off his robe and wrapped Xue Qinglan tightly, hugged him in his arms and comforted him: "The marks on the stone wall are for those who have practiced martial arts, so you were recruited, but I was safe. But the builder Since it is arranged like this, in order to trap the intruders, the exit of the stone corridor must have been sealed, and if we want to find a way to get out, we can only continue walking in."

Xue Qinglan didn't have the energy to speak, coughed a few times, causing severe pain in her chest, wishing she could curl up into a ball and shrink into Wen Heng's arms.Wen Heng touched his forehead, and said: "It's not suitable to stay here for a long time. I will carry you on my back, and you will hold the torch for me. Don't think about the things on the stone wall, and don't move your true energy. There will naturally be a way to heal you after you go out." internal injury."

This person has always been calm and determined, and his face does not change when Mount Tai collapses in front of him. It makes people feel that as long as he is by his side, no matter what situation he falls into, he will feel inexplicably at ease.

Xue Qinglan felt a little relieved, and when he thought about it, the annoyance in his chest suddenly decreased.He clutched Wen Heng's clothes, although his voice was low, but the stone corridor was empty after all, he could still hear: "You don't need to carry it, senior brother... wait for me to take it easy, let's just walk over slowly."

"What effort does it take to carry you? How much do you weigh?" Wen Heng laughed on top of his head, "You don't have to be so sensible at such a young age."

It's okay if he didn't say anything, but when Xue Qinglan said it, he sighed: "It seems that I did something wrong at the beginning, and I didn't help, but instead caused you to fall into this situation—"

"Qing Lan."

As soon as Wen Heng made a sound, Xue Qinglan became dumb immediately, as if someone had tapped his acupuncture points, he froze for a long time before asking in disbelief: "Senior brother...?"

"Why, don't you like to hear it? If you don't like to hear it, I'll bark too." Wen Heng responded lightly, "No matter how close you bark, it won't stop you from getting along with me. Let's not say whether you are wrong or not, even if you are really wrong Now, is it useful for me to kill you to sacrifice to heaven? Can I return to the ground immediately?"

In fact, he didn't speak harshly at all, and his attitude was considered kind, but Xue Qinglan fell into complete silence—in fact, he was frightened by Wen Heng.

The physical contact between him and Wen Heng is countless, and it can't be more boring, but the body and the mind are different after all, and there is always a wall between the unpredictable thoughts of the two.The last time the wall was a little thinner was when they called each other Senior Brother and Junior Brother. With this address, the relationship between the two really became much closer.But Xue Qinglan never imagined that Wen Heng would call him by his name so frankly, tearing down half of the wall with one sentence, leaving him standing blankly at the gap, unable to escape and dodge in time, and unpreparedly collided with the person on the other side. People looked at each other in blank dismay.

It was rare for him to understand the feeling of a moth whose wing had been burned by fire. The light source shone on the candlestick dishonestly, and it would burn it out of nowhere. It was really disgusting.

"What are you doing in a daze? Talk." Wen Heng didn't intend to let him go, he put his arms around him and bowed his head and asked, "Aren't you quite eloquent? Come on, tell me where you went wrong."

Xue Qinglan felt sorry for her, she didn't dare to be stubborn anymore, and said obediently: "Senior brother taught me that I was the one who made a slip of the tongue."

Wen Heng slapped him on the back with such light force that he couldn't even kill a mosquito: "If you can't practice martial arts, it's quicker to admit your mistakes. Now you and I are unlucky together, and it's too late to escape, so why are you arguing with me about right and wrong. Be honest, come up."

He turned around, carried Xue Qinglan on his back, and walked slowly towards the depths of the stone corridor under the dim light of the fire.

This stone corridor is not very long, it is only a few hundred meters to the end, all the way inward, there are three thick stone gates, all of which were blown out of a hole the size of a person, which saved them effort.

Xue Qinglan leaned into Wen Heng's ear and said, "This stone gate is a foot thick, so it can be seen that the defenses were tight at the beginning. We didn't step on any traps along the way. It seems that they should all be destroyed by the people in front."

Wen Heng's ears were itchy from his breath, and he tried not to hide, and said: "Indeed, apart from the imperial tomb, I can't think of any other underground palace that can be built like this."

Xue Qinglan teased: "Senior brother, if you Chunjun Sect is either rich and powerful, or you are so bold, you actually set up a sect on someone's grave."

Relying on the fact that there is no one here, he was unscrupulous and exposed his true nature. Wen Heng was amused by him, and asked deliberately: "If it is really an ancient tomb, we may have no access to this trip, are you afraid?"

Xue Qinglan said meaninglessly: "Sooner or later you will die, what is so terrible about death?"

His tone was too reasonable, Wen Heng didn't realize what was wrong for a moment.As they were talking, the two stepped into the last stone gate, their eyes suddenly lit up, there was no obstacle in front of them, and it suddenly became clear.Wen Heng had been walking in the dark for too long, closing his eyes for a moment to get used to the sudden light.

As far as the eye can see is an extremely spacious stone room, half natural and half carved, the main body is a huge cave inside the mountain, with several holes on the top, which divide the outside sky into beams and shine down.There are eight stone gates around the stone chamber, which seem to coincide with Taiji gossip. In the middle stands a stone platform with a hazy shadow on it.

"Brother, look at that." Xue Qinglan quietly pointed to the shadow on the high platform, "It seems to be a person, alive."

Wen Heng also whispered: "How do you know?"

Xue Qinglan: "The shadow just moved."

When the voice fell to the ground, the man's figure flashed and disappeared out of thin air from the high platform. Almost at the same time, Wen Heng took a step back and raised his sword to block, only to hear a "Zheng" sound, and the sword body was struck by the fingers of a ghostly figure. , Wen Heng felt numb from the tiger's mouth to his elbow, and the long sword almost flew out of his hand.At the critical moment, a gust of wind suddenly passed by my ears, scarlet flames flickered, and the figure shrank back as if it had been burned.

A faint burnt smell came, Wen Heng didn't want to miss the opportunity, resisted the weakness of his arm, swiped and stabbed three times, forcing the man to take three steps back, and at the same time loudly said: "Senior, be merciful, junior is If you stray into this place, you will never hurt anyone!"

An old and hoarse voice sneered, "What an arrogant boy! With your noodle-like soft swordsmanship, who can you hurt?"

Before Wen Heng could speak, Xue Qinglan blew up first, and sneered in the same yin and yang tone as him: "You don't need him to use the sword, isn't the old man half injured already? Why, don't you think the injury is not deep enough?"

It turned out that when the man was concentrating on attacking Wen Heng, Xue Qinglan stretched out his hand like lightning, and slammed the fire on the man's face. One of his beards hadn't been trimmed for many years, and it was fluffy and strong, and it would burn when it touched the fire.Although he retreated in time, no one with a beard could dodge fast, and Xue Qinglan's hands still burned a short section of it.

The man smiled "heh" and said darkly: "Little brat, when you are about to die, you still have the heart to play with words here."

Xue Qinglan didn't give in, and said with a sneer: "I beg for mercy when I'm afraid of death, and I kill when I kill, so much nonsense."

Through the two people's mutual irony, Wen Heng saw the man's face and clothes clearly.This man was at least 70 years old, with gray beard and hair flying around, covering most of his face, but the lower half of his face was exposed but thin and thin, not like a crazy person.

Wen Heng saw that the nails on his hands were broken, as if someone had bitten them off with his teeth. His hair and beard may not have been trimmed for a long time, and he obviously lived here for more than a day or two. He guessed that he might have made a mistake and was imprisoned here, but When the old man raised his head and scolded Xue Qinglan, a ray of light happened to shine on his sleeve, and as he moved, an embroidery pattern flashed like a stream of light.

Wen Heng suddenly opened his mouth, and said solemnly: "Yue Chi, a disciple of the elder Qin Ling of Yuquan Peak, pays his respects to senior. Dare I ask which peak and generation of elders of the Chunjun sect is senior?"

The author has something to say: the Spring Festival is full of deep love, I hope everyone can lie down with peace of mind, go out less and read more, and be a salted fish that is beneficial to the country and the people.

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