Chun Feng Du Jian

Wen Heng lifted him up, Xue Qinglan shook his body, and immediately hugged his neck tightly with both hands: "I know, I know! Brother let me down first!"

He was not afraid of being like this when he was on the tree, Wen Heng carried him into the yard and laughed at him, "Don't you like to climb high?"

Xue Qinglan: "I didn't!"

What he was afraid of was that this appearance would be seen by others, and he didn't know what kind of discussion it would cause.Wen Heng laughed, as if he could read minds, and said calmly: "Don't be afraid, there is no one in the courtyard."

As soon as he said this, he really stopped struggling, hugged Wen Heng's neck and buried his head, like a quail, he was carried into the wing without a word.

He knew in his heart that there was something strange about him tonight, but Wen Heng seemed to have infinite patience, and gently tolerated all his ups and downs.

At this moment, away from the bottom of the dark cave and back to the mundane world where there were more than the two of them, Xue Qinglan was put on the couch, and finally realized clearly that Wen Heng treated him differently from other people.

There was an answer in his heart that he didn't even dare to think about. He knew it might be trivial, but it still scorched his heart like a raging fire.

Xue Qinglan hesitated and said: "Brother..."

Wen Heng was washing his hands by the copper basin, and replied without raising his head, "Huh?"

Xue Qinglan gathered enough courage, and was about to speak, when a thin stabbing pain suddenly came from the side of his neck. He seemed to be caught off guard by an injection, and immediately raised his hand to press the two little red spots on his neck.

Wen Heng was still waiting for his next words. When he looked up, he saw Xue Qinglan clutching his neck, sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze.

He remembered the red marks that flashed under his collar in the night, wiped his hands and walked over to ask: "What's the matter? Put your hands down and let me see."

Xue Qinglan suddenly came back to his senses, pressed the stinging skin tightly, shook his head like a rattle, and said, "It's okay, I was probably bitten by an unknown bug on this mountain."

Wen Heng frowned. It's freezing cold this season, and insects are rarely seen on the mountain. Xue Qinglan's delicate skin and tender flesh made him fall for it.

"When did you get bitten?" He leaned down and said, "Let go."

Xue Qinglan couldn't resist him, so he had to let go. Wen Heng saw through the candlelight in the room this time that they were two bleeding spots the size of sesame seeds. That's two days.The wound was actually not that big, but Xue Qinglan was born with a fair complexion, which made her look particularly conspicuous.

"Does it hurt?"

Xue Qinglan flinched slightly from the itching of his breath blowing on the side of his neck, shook his head and said, "Maybe he was accidentally bitten in the woods a few days ago, it's really not a problem, brother, don't look at it."

Wen Heng straightened up, and said: "Impossible, your wound has just healed, either it was bitten yesterday, or you scratched the scab yourself. Put your hand down, don't touch it again."

Xue Qinglan lowered her gaze, not daring to meet his gaze, um, it should be.Wen Heng smoothed out a small piece of his folded collar casually, and said: "Eat first, I will find some medicine for you to apply later."

The two sat at the table together, and Xue Qinglan ate with his head depressed. The pain woke him up from his momentary confusion, and also made what he was going to say just now naturally interrupted.

No matter how detailed Wen Heng was, he couldn't guess what was on his mind out of thin air. He just felt that Xue Qinglan didn't seem to be in high spirits today, thinking that he still cared about what he said in the afternoon.

After dinner, it was getting late, so Xue Qinglan went to take a bath first, and when she came back, she took the medicine bottle Wen Heng had found and applied medicine to herself.When Wen Heng also came back from the shower, he had already changed his clothes and wrung out his hair, and was sitting cross-legged on the couch playing with the little porcelain vase.

"Senior brother," he seemed to have regained his mood, raised his head and called Wen Heng, raised the bottle in his hand and asked, "What is the name of this medicine? The taste is a bit strange, is it the secret recipe of the Chunjun sect?"

Wen Heng glanced at the unsealed medicine bottle, and said, "It's Lingxi Jasper Ointment. I don't know where the prescription came from at home by chance, but it's quite effective. It's made with rhino horn and Jade Moon Scorpion. Grind it into powder, mix it with green plum wine, and apply it on the affected area to detoxify snakes and insects."

Both rhino horn and Jade Moon Scorpion are rare and precious medicinal materials. Such a small bottle costs more than ten gold. Holding the unattractive porcelain bottle, Xue Qinglan felt that his hands were heavy, and hurriedly handed it back to Wen Heng, and said with a wry smile: " This little injury, even if it was ignored, it healed itself after two days, so why bother to use this life-saving thing.”

Wen Heng didn't pick it up, bypassed him and got on the bed from the other side, and said calmly: "It's not worth anything, you can use it. There are many mosquitoes on the mountain, if you are bitten, wipe it once in the morning and evening, it will get better sooner."

Xue Qinglan really doesn't understand why he has such a demeanor of throwing away money when he is white. If he wants to refuse again, he sees that Wen Heng has closed his eyes and settled down. .

After another two hours, Wen Heng adjusted his breath and slowly opened his eyes.Although he was still unable to use his inner strength, he could feel the endless zhenqi in his body more clearly than before.This is the gift Gu Chuifang left him, and now it seems that the benefits are far greater than he expected.

Xue Qinglan on the opposite side was already so sleepy that he fell asleep leaning against the railing at the end of the bed, his head was biting, but he was still holding the small porcelain bottle in his hand.Wen Heng looked funny, went over and shook his shoulder: "Qing Lan? Wake up, lie down and sleep again."

Xue Qinglan was sleepy, barely opened her eyelids half-closed, and staggered towards the bedding.After finally lifting the quilt and lying down, he was immediately "hissed" by the ice.

Wen Heng turned around and asked, "What's the matter, is it cold?"

Although Xue Qinglan was drowsy, there was always a stone in his heart, he closed his eyes and shook his head, tightened the quilt, and said vaguely: "It's not cold."

Wen Heng turned off the lamp suspiciously, and lay back on the bed.

I was able to fall asleep just now because I leaned against the brazier at the foot of the bed, which was warm enough. Now I moved back into the cold bedding, and it didn't take long for Xue Qinglan's last drowsiness to fade away.

He was lying in the darkness with his eyes closed, with a solid wall on one side and a half-person-wide space on the other. The bed under him was extremely hard, and with him upright, it was like lying in a cold coffin inside.

The bitter cold and severe winter, the long night, and I don't know when it will pass.

Xue Qinglan resisted the urge to turn over and was thinking wildly with her eyes closed, when Wen Heng's voice sounded from the other side: "Still sleeping?"

Xue Qinglan's breathing was stagnant.

He heard the rustling of the clothes and quilt, and he reached into the quilt with a hand, which happened to land on his forearm, with the warmth of ironing in his wide palm.

"Sure enough it's still cold." Wen Heng sighed in the darkness, took his arm and pulled him towards him, "Come here."

Xue Qinglan froze as if she didn't react.Wen Heng simply got up, pushed the pillows of the two of them together, and dragged their quilts over, filling the space between them perfectly, and finally raised his hand to support the quilt, and pulled Xue Qinglan to his side.The two quilts were quite heavy, and when they were put together, they completely crushed Xue Qinglan to death in his arms.

Through two layers of thin coats, Xue Qinglan was close to his skin, almost burned by the heat, and said in a daze: "Senior brother..."

Wen Heng held him skillfully with one arm, and tucked the quilt up for him with the other hand, closed his eyes and said, "Once you are born and you are familiar with it, don't be embarrassed, go to sleep."

After all, Wen Heng is approaching the age of the crown, and he practiced sword every day. His stature is close to that of an adult man, with broad shoulders and long legs. Usually, he can't feel it from a distance, but now that he is close, he doesn't hide it. The oppressive aura was revealed at once.Xue Qinglan was not so much hugged by him, but actually almost buried in his arms. Not only was it warm, but even the ointment on her neck smelled of plum wine from the heat.

The tent was dim, and he couldn't see his face clearly when he was lying face to face with Wen Heng. Xue Qinglan's heart was full of mixed feelings, and his face suddenly became hot. Wen Heng raised his hand to cover his eyes precisely, and his voice was already warm. Coaxing people: "Go to sleep, don't get sleepy, we'll talk about things tomorrow."

"Ah."

This night's sound sleep was better than last night's. One was that the two quilts were warmer, and the other was that Wen Heng was used to holding someone in his arms, so he didn't wake up in the middle of the night.The most wonderful thing is that although the two quilts are a bit too thick for Wen Heng, Xue Qinglan has a body that is always warm and cool no matter what. Wen Heng hugged him and slept all night, but he didn't feel hot.

If Xue Qinglan came in summer, they might not know who would take advantage of whom.

In the early morning of the next day, it was just dawn, and Wen Heng had already packed up, and went to practice swords in the yard.In the past three years, no matter the rain, the frost or the snow, this habit has never been shaken. The first two days were delayed for some reason, but today I can no longer be lazy.It didn't take long for Xue Qinglan to wake up, and when he found the courtyard, he saw Wen Heng, dressed in white, practicing his sword in the hazy morning light, fluttering like a white crane.

He stood on the porch and watched for a while, Wen Heng finished practicing a set of sword skills, and beckoned him over: "Wake up from the cold?"

Xue Qinglan walked up to him, shook his head and said, "It's okay, I've had enough sleep."

Wen Heng suggested: "It's no fun to stand there, why don't you do two tricks with me? Let me learn Shaoxia Xue's kung fu."

"Don't dare." Xue Qinglan took the sword, flexed his wrist, and said with a smile, "You don't slap someone in the face, brother, you must be merciful."

One of them was wearing black and the other was wearing white. They were both tall and tall young men, standing opposite each other in front of the court, looking like a pair of Zhilan Yushu.Xue Qinglan yelled "Look at the sword" and shot first. Wen Heng greeted him with a straight sword, and said after receiving the first blow: "Go ahead, don't hold back!"

Xue Qinglan sneered, the sword light was bright, and the offensive turned sharply: "Brother, who are you looking down on!"

With a clang sound, the two swords collided, Wen Heng exclaimed: "Good sword, but it's a pity—"

He suddenly shut his mouth, swiped his sword and slashed at Xue Qinglan's right arm, Xue Qinglan turned back to block with the sword, but Wen Heng's move was a false move, the tip of the sword drew a half-arc, and pointed at his shoulder.

Xue Qinglan asked: "What a pity?"

Wen Heng followed up with another sword: "It's nothing, this sword is very good, I lied to you."

Xue Qinglan: "..."

"Rogue!"

Xue Qinglan was so angry with his unbelievable moves that he used all his strength, and the sword opened and closed, and went straight to Wen Heng's frontal attack.His swordsmanship is only ordinary, but these few moves are quite sublime, the first time he showed them, he forced Wen Heng to retreat to avoid the sharp edge, and the attack slowed down.

However, Wen Heng was superior in the end, Xue Qinglan used up his sword moves, and he poked several flaws in succession, unable to continue, finally threw the sword away, and said shamelessly: "I won't fight! I can't teach you today!"

Wen Heng put away the sword, went over to pick up the iron sword on the ground for him, and teased with a smile: "Admit defeat after only a few moves? This is too quick to give up, or is it that the young man deliberately let me?"

Xue Qinglan went back sarcastically without backing down: "How dare you? Knowing that you are a generation of sword masters, the sword is returned to you. I don't deserve to take this, so I should break a branch for fun."

After saying a word, the two broke their merits at the same time, and laughed for a long time before stopping.Wen Heng put his sword back into its sheath, and asked him: "Just now, how many poses were used to make them good and full of energy, were they taught by your master?"

Xue Qinglan hesitated for a moment, and replied: "It's... my other master. But I didn't learn well, and I didn't learn everything."

Wen Heng knew from the dismantling of the moves just now that his learning was messy and his internal skills were not suitable, so he thought that Xue Ci was just a doctor after all, and he didn't have to teach bad young people.Xue Qinglan's martial arts is not bad now, it's purely a talent, and he can do seven or eight points in everything he learns.

He didn't ask about the sword move anymore, but instead said: "I don't blame you. You have excellent aptitude, but you didn't follow the right master, which is a bit of a waste of talent."

Xue Qinglan didn't expect him to say that, and then he said jokingly: "What you said, is it possible that senior brother wants me to change my family and really come to be your junior?"

Wen Heng pondered for a moment, but he didn't deny it. Instead, he said, "It's okay to think so. If you don't dislike it, how about I come to teach you these two months?"

Xue Qinglan was taken aback for a moment, then laughed: "I... why did senior brother suddenly become so interested?"

Wen Heng said: "Your body is cold and afraid of the cold. It is not a disease that can be cured by medicine and stones. It is best to practice a high-quality inner strength, so as to strengthen the foundation and cultivate vitality, and reconcile yin and yang. I'm afraid Master can't teach you, and you are not a disciple of Chunjun, so it's inconvenient to teach you my own kung fu, but I do know some other family's internal kung fu, which is not taboo, so it's most suitable to teach you."

After all, he looked down at Xue Qinglan's face, and said again: "I didn't do this on a whim, you don't have to rush to answer, think it over carefully, and then..."

Xue Qinglan nodded and said, "Okay."

Wen Heng: "Huh?"

Xue Qinglan said: "I'm done thinking about it."

"Brother in the past taught me 'step down to grow a lotus' in the ground. After learning lightness kung fu, how can I not learn internal kung fu? After learning internal kung fu, how can I not learn external kung fu?" He said solemnly, "When senior brother's swordsmanship is superb in the future, With my supernatural powers accomplished, wouldn’t I be able to pretend to be a tiger and roam the rivers and lakes?”

Wen Heng was dazzled by the series of fallacies that came out of his mouth, and it took him a long time to recover, and he gave him a brainstorm with resentment.

The two agreed that for the next month, Wen Heng would find time every day to teach Xue Qinglan the sword skills of internal strength.The matter of stealing the sword was finally settled. After the sects left, Xue Ci wanted to let Xue Qinglan move back to the guest house, but Wen Heng made an excuse to stay.He was determined to re-understand Xue Qinglan's martial arts foundation. The inner strength he taught was neither "Wang Wu Gong" nor the martial arts mentality of other schools, but the ancestral inner strength secret book of Prince Qing's mansion, which was said to be the secret treasure of Da Nei. Tianhe Baojuan".

He had memorized this cheat book by heart since he was a child. Although Wen Heng himself could not practice it, Wen Kezhen explained it to him sentence by sentence.As for the swordsmanship and lightness skills, it is just incidental. Over the years, Wen Heng has devoted himself to studying swordsmanship. Apart from being familiar with various swordsmanship, he also has some insights. After synthesis, it is a set of swordsmanship created by him.Wen Heng also occasionally used it to teach Xue Qinglan how to dismantle moves, but his swordsmanship comes from years of accumulation, and there are many subtleties in it, which cannot be understood by non-expert martial arts scholars. Unable to force it, Wen Heng had no choice but to settle for the next best thing, and found some other sword skills to teach him slowly.

The years in the mountains do not know the length, and time passes by like water. Xue Qinglan always feels that he has just arrived, but it has already entered the twelfth lunar month in a blink of an eye.