Chun Feng Du Jian

This day happened to be Laba. According to the usual practice in previous years, the head wife would personally bring people to cook porridge and distribute it to the disciples of Zhufeng, in order to hope for a safe year.Han Ziqi took the opportunity to take over the job with ulterior motives, and brought two young disciples to Yuquan Peak with food boxes on her own initiative.

She first visited Qin Ling in the Songhe Hall, then gave porridge to four of her direct disciples, and finally there was only one mountain courtyard left.Han Ziqi entered the door with a smile, but found that there were only three disciples in the courtyard. After asking, she found out that Wen Heng had gone out to practice swords early in the morning and hadn't come back yet.

Han Ziqi rolled her eyes, and said to everyone: "Brothers, take it easy, I'll look for Junior Brother Yue Chi, if I see him, call him back."

Her daily demeanor is in the eyes of everyone, and they all know that she treats Wen Heng differently, so they can't tell the truth, they just laughed and said: "Thank you, Shi Niang, Shi Sister, for thinking about us."

Han Ziqi once ran into Wen Heng practicing swords in the back mountain, guessed that he should still be there, followed the old memory all the way to search for it, and sure enough heard the rustling wind not far away.She was overjoyed, quickened her pace, and was about to raise her voice to call for someone, but she heard another boy's voice calling out "senior brother".

Han Ziqi stopped suddenly.

The sound of sword energy breaking through the wind stopped, and Wen Heng's tone was a gentleness she had never heard before: "Well, what don't you understand?"

Han Ziqi dodged and hid behind a big tree, looked out through the gap, and saw an open space outside the forest, Xue Qinglan and Wen Heng were standing together, both of them held swords in their hands, presumably they were trying to unravel a move just now .

Xue Qinglan asked: "This type of vertical sword slashing down is extremely powerful, but if the opponent predicts the opportunity and avoids it sideways, but I can't stop the momentum, how should I deal with it?"

"That's a good question." Wen Heng said, "If this move is seen through by others, it is indeed a big flaw, but it is not completely unsolvable. Let's try to dismantle it."

Xue Qinglan stepped forward with the sword as he said, and the two quickly passed several moves with the sword. Wen Heng said, "Here we come!" Swinging the sword straight down, Xue Qinglan immediately sideways to avoid it, the blade brushed his hair and fell, but he missed.Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xue Qinglan immediately followed up with a move of "Midstream Hit the Water", intending to intercept Wen Heng halfway, but Wen Heng's sword did not fall to the end, and when he turned his wrist halfway, he actually held the hilt upside down, holding the sword on his right. There was a light bump on the chest acupoint.

Xue Qinglan never expected that he would do such a move. Suddenly, half of his body became numb, his legs went limp, and he fell backwards.Wen Heng fished him back quickly with sharp eyes and hands, and couldn't help but said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I was careless for a while, and my hands are heavy."

This stroke of genius just hit Xue Qinglan's acupoints. If he really used his internal strength, he could release it on the spot. Even if Wen Heng deliberately withdrew his strength, he would be unable to move for a while.Xue Qinglan lay limp in his arms, so angry that she didn't want to talk to anyone: "What kind of sword move is this!"

Wen Heng's eyes were full of smiles, he took away the sword in his hand, bent down very naturally to pick him up, and placed him on a large flat rock beside him.

Han Ziqi watched this scene helplessly, feeling very strange in her heart. Her memory was still at the time when she first met, and she always felt that the two people were a little tired and turned their heads.Wen Heng hadn't left yet, and stood by Xue Qinglan's side. While holding him to prevent him from falling down, he taught him how to use kung fu to break through the acupoints, and pointed out: "The way to use the sword lies in the unity of the sword. If you know how to use a sword, you must also know how to use the scabbard and hilt, point your wrists, shoulders and elbows, even if you don’t have a sword in your hand, but you have a sword in your heart, if every part of your body can be used as a sharp weapon to hurt people, will you worry about others finding your flaws?”

Xue Qinglan closed his eyes and lucked for a moment, the feeling of soreness gradually disappeared, and the sensation of the whole body recovered immediately. He got up from Wen Heng, and said helplessly: "Thank you for saying it, brother, who else can think of it except you? I wait for mortals to If you haven't practiced the sword yet, don't think about 'a sword in your heart'."

Wen Heng was amused by him, stretched out his hand to him, and said: "Okay, get up when you have enough rest, today's Laba, go back early and cook a bowl of porridge to warm your body."

The gentleness in his actions was almost dazzling, not as strange as the Yue Chi brother Han Ziqi knew.

Ever since Wen Heng became a member of the Chunjun Sect, he has been walking alone, hanging high, his words and deeds are all indifferent, and he has lived his life on Yuquan Peak as a solitary.Over the years, even among the brothers of the same school, I have never seen him explain the swordsmanship to anyone in such detail, let alone hug anyone with his own hands.

Han Ziqi also had illusions in her heart, and showed her favor to him over and over again, but never got a response.Wen Heng's ruthlessness once made her think that this person didn't know what love is, but now she realized that it wasn't that he didn't know it, but that she didn't deserve it.

But how could a mere Xue Qinglan win his favor and be treated tenderly by him?

The little thought in Han Ziqi's heart had been extinguished by Wen Heng again and again, but it was not as complete as this time.After all, she is a young girl who doesn't know much about the world. What she saw and heard today is beyond her cognition. She was so confused for a moment, she didn't dare to stay any longer, and quietly left along the way she came.

She didn't even go to the inter-mountain courtyard to call the two young disciples, and returned to the main peak in a daze.

Wen Heng and Xue Qinglan didn't notice anyone coming and going. Seeing that it was getting late, the two of them were about to go back. Before they had gone far, Xue Qinglan suddenly stopped and said behind him after a while: "Senior brother, it's snowing! gone."

In the gloomy sky with gray clouds, small snowdrops like salt grains sprinkled down finely and densely, hovering over the tips of the eyelashes and hair, and instantly turned into drops of water.At this moment, the sound of the wind stopped, everything in the world was silent, the sky was vast and boundless, only the fine snow was flying, as if the world was frozen.

Another year of early snow.

From today, it was the fourth year since he lost his parents and relatives.

This sky often appears in Wen Heng's nightmares, sometimes it is accompanied by blood-red eyes, sometimes it is bursting with flames, and more often it is just a deserted wilderness.There is a small black spot on the horizon in the distance, it seems to be Tianshou City, and it seems to be Runing City. He trekked in the white snow, always felt that he had lost something very important, but he would never get there The place.

Every time I wake up from the dream, no matter where I am, I still feel the bitter cold.

He stood there in a daze, staring at the sky, not as if he was admiring the scenery, but as if he was being haunted by something.Xue Qinglan noticed something strange, walked up to him, and asked in a low voice, "Brother?"

"Ok?"

Wen Heng suddenly came back to his senses, his eyes disappeared in a daze, and his gaze fell into Xue Qinglan's eyes, but he saw him tiptoeing a little, raising his hand to brush the fine snow on his head and shoulders.

His concentration made Wen Heng think of Ah Que unexpectedly, and the melancholy that had been floating in these years suddenly fell into reality, and even the vast snowy sky also had a sense of desolation.

"Are you distracted?" Xue Qinglan asked softly.

"Yes."

Wen Heng's eyes were soft and far-reaching, very beautiful, but covered with an unspeakable sadness, Xue Qinglan suddenly forgot Jin Xi He Xi, and asked in his voice: "What did you think of?"

With his usual way of doing things, he would definitely not ask this question, but Daxue seemed to temporarily separate them from the world, making him willingly take off the shackles and take a step towards the opposite side carefully.

Wen Heng silently brushed the snowflakes off his shoulders, Xue Qinglan thought he was unwilling to answer, but heard Wen Heng said: "Three years ago, I also had a little friend by my side." He gestured at Xue Qinglan's waist, "About this height , thin and small, not as handsome as you, but still pretty. But just like you, I always have enough to eat."

Xue Qinglan was a little dumbfounded: "Nonsense, when will I not have enough to eat?"

Wen Heng smiled lightly, a little self-deprecating, didn't answer his words, and said to himself: "Maybe I am born to dislike other people's lack of food. The first time I saw him was in a temple. Stealing dates from the tree in the guest house, like a little dusty sparrow, I felt sorry for him, so I forced him to stay."

"At that time, I told him, follow me, you can eat and wear warm, don't have to go hungry, cold, or wander around. He believed it, and I also thought that the world would go as I wanted. Unexpectedly, the next day, there was a sudden message from outside. When I heard the bad news that my family was ruined, I started to run for my life, but I didn't do anything I promised, and he lived with me and suffered a lot."

"and after?"

"After fleeing for more than ten days, I became seriously ill and was about to die. He ventured into the city to buy medicine for me. He worked so hard to bring the medicine back, but unfortunately died at the hands of the wicked."

Xue Qinglan froze, and asked with a strange expression: "He... your little friend has passed away?"

Wen Heng's thoughts were still deep in his memories, and he didn't notice his expression: "After the incident, I asked people to go back and look for it. The medicine hall he visited and the inn next to it were all burned to a white ground."

"..."

"It was snowing on the day he left," Xue Qinglan asked cautiously, "Or did senior look at me and think of him?"

"There was a snow disaster that winter, and it snowed all the way I fled, so when it snows at the beginning of each year, I can't help but think about the old things." Wen Heng looked down at him, and smiled lightly, "Don't worry. The old man is gone, you are You, he is him, there is only one point of similarity, and I will not admit my mistake."

Xue Qinglan: "...Oh."

He was silent for a moment, and asked Wen Heng unwillingly: "Is there really only a little similarity?"

Wen Heng was full of melancholy, and was disturbed by his question. He was afraid that he would be overwhelmed, so he could only explain: "What I said is similar. You both like to climb trees. As for the others, they are not very similar. He cried a lot when he was a child, and he was not picky about eating."

Xue Qinglan, who doesn't like to cry and is a picky eater: "Nonsense, when did I become a picky eater?"

Wen Heng: "Do you like red dates?"

Xue Qinglan was speechless.

"I also want him to grow up to be the same age as you in peace." Wen Heng touched Xue Qinglan's hair and said seriously, "But the world cannot be reversed, fantasy is useless, sustenance is useless, if I mix you Wouldn't it be a blasphemy to him and a disappointment to you to be one?"

So he silently swallowed all his sorrows, and he would not speak for outsiders. He would rather break his heart every year when it snows, and he would not compromise or forget.

To be cared about by such a person, even if it only occupies a small area, is enough to overcome hundreds of calamities and difficulties.

Xue Qinglan's eyes became hot for no reason, afraid of losing his composure, he quickly blinked and pulled Wen Heng's sleeve to change the topic: "It's snowing heavily, don't you mean to go back to cook porridge? Mingzhou is only Laba, I don't know where you are What is the custom."

While the two were standing and talking, many snowflakes had fallen on their shoulders, and a thin layer of snow had also accumulated on the ground.Wen Heng knew that he didn't want to bring up sad things any more, so he followed his words and said, "Okay, then go back."

There are mountains in the distance, and the snow is rustling, and the two lines of footprints on the ground extend to the end of the forest, and are covered by fresh snow again, spreading out a spot of pure white.