Chun Feng Du Jian

Fan Yang, who had his ears open outside the window, heard this, and his heart skipped a beat: Wen Heng did not regard Xue Qinglan as a sparrow, he clearly regarded him as his own son!

Earlier, Wen Heng personally arranged a trick for him to find an old silversmith to make a pair of bracelets. Fan Yang thought that he had finally gotten the hang of it and fell in love with a girl from the Chunjun school. It's too simple, at least one or two gold hairpins and jade pendants can be seen.Who knew that this young master was actually rushing to suppress evil spirits for the child. If so, what kind of bracelet should I give him? Just put a longevity lock on it!

Over there, Wen Heng pushed the door out, glanced at Fan Yang, there was no warmth in his eyes, as if he wasn't the one who coaxed the child in the room just now, and said indifferently: "Aren't you leaving?"

Fan Yang shivered in the night wind, and quickly followed.

In the past, Wen Heng brought the guards of the palace to Wan Lai Gate in Mengfeng City, and decided to part ways under the balance. He joined the Chunjun School under the arrangement of his aunt, and Fan Yang and others were dismissed by Wan Lai Gate.In order to save money and eliminate disasters, Wan Laimen was not stingy and gave everyone a sum of money.However, only two or three of the guards have their own places to go, and the rest are from the royal family. They have followed King Qing and his son since childhood, and they have nothing but martial arts skills. They are also wanted by the court.

So Fan Yang stepped forward with the expectation of the public, told Wen Heng about this before he left, and asked him to help him come up with an idea.Wen Heng's scheming and resourcefulness along the way are obvious to all. Instead of hiding under the noses of the government to make a living, the guards would rather believe in this young master who led them to kill a bloody road in the Temple of Flowers.

Since Wen Heng brought the man out, he couldn't just leave him alone. He discussed with Fan Yang and others, and finally agreed to set up an escort agency in Zhanchuan City at the foot of Yueying Mountain.The guards of the palace are all carefully selected masters, and they have practiced with King Qing for several years. They have a good foundation in martial arts, and Wen Heng, a living martial arts secret book, is always pointing out. In just a few years, the "Luming Escort Bureau" Then he became famous in the rivers and lakes and became the number one escort agency in Zhanchuan City.

Now that Fan Yang has secured his position as head of the bodyguard, Wen Heng, the master behind the scenes, is more respected than before. Outstanding wit and skill.

The two walked through the corridor, walked into the east hall all the way, and sat down separately.

Wen Heng showed another kind of relaxation to Fan Yang. He used the lid of the cup to push aside the tea leaves on the surface of the water, and said directly: "Ask, I've been secretive all night, what do you want to say?"

Fan Yang looked at his face, and asked hesitantly: "Master, is that Mr. Xue you brought back..."

Wen Heng: "What is it?"

Fan Yang plucked up his courage: "Did you think of the little Ah Que back then when you looked at him?"

"..." Wen Heng narrowed his eyes indistinctly, as if he was a little surprised, but his expression remained unchanged, and he asked calmly, "Why do you think so?"

Fan Yang was taken aback, thinking that Wen Heng probably thought him a fool, it was so obvious, but anyone with eyes could see it, why bother to deceive himself?

However, he wanted to think about it, but he didn't dare to confront Wen Heng face to face, and said honestly: "Mr. Xue looks like Ah Que, doesn't he? To tell you the truth, when he walked in just now, I thought it was little Ah Que Back again."

Wen Heng asked incredulously, "How do they look alike?"

Fan Yang: "..."

He asked incredulously, "Isn't it like that?"

Wen Heng thought about it carefully for a moment, and finally came to a firm conclusion: "It's not like."

Fan Yang was dumbfounded.

After being silent for a long time, he asked again tremblingly: "Since it doesn't look like it, why do you still bring Mr. Xue with you?"

At this moment, Wen Heng finally understood what he was thinking about, and almost laughed angrily: "He went to danger with me, saved my life, and reciprocated, why can't I treat him better? We are friends of gentlemen. , why do you still come up with seeing things and thinking about people here?"

Fan Yang's face was embarrassing, he quickly apologized and admitted his mistake, and finally muttered secretly: "If you have to talk about the friendship between gentlemen, I think it's because of the deep love between father and son..."

Wen Heng: "What are you talking about, speak louder."

Fan Yang immediately said: "Sir, I am really happy for you to have such a friend."

After talking about this matter, Fan Yang knew that he had lost his mind. Just as he was about to relax, an even more unbelievable thought suddenly crossed his mind: "My lord, no one saw Ah Que die back then, do you think it would be possible?" We guessed wrong, Ah Que didn’t die at all, but was taken away by others—Mr. Xue’s appearance and age are all right!”

"not him."

Wen Heng's mood was somewhat affected by the frequent mention of Aque, but Fan Yang was kind-hearted, and patiently explained: "I told Qinglan about Aque, if it was him, he should have recognized me long ago. gone."

"But……"

Wen Heng raised his hand to signal him to stop, and said, "I don't see any similarities between them, so let's stop here, so there's no need to mention it."

His demeanor and tone were so determined that Fan Yang couldn't help being led by his nose and began to doubt himself.The time he spends with Ah Que is limited, and he is far less impressed than Wen Heng. It is the first time he met Xue Qinglan. Wen Heng has a steelyard in his heart.

Fan Yang was indeed loyal to Wen Heng, blindly trusting him, and immediately said: "What the young master said is true, it seems that I have indeed misremembered."

Anyway, Wen Heng's treatment of Xue Qinglan now is no worse than his treatment of A Que in the past. Whether he is alone or not, he has not owed him anything.

As the night darkened and the tea in the cup became warmer, Wen Heng suddenly asked: "I asked you to check 'Nie Zhu' earlier, did you get any results?"

Fan Yang shivered, and quickly replied: "Not yet. After all, it was 30 years ago, and our manpower is limited. It's not like before, and we won't be able to find any traces for a while."

Wen Heng nodded: "No hurry, take your time, collect clues first, and I will be free to take care of this matter after I go down the mountain."

Fan Yang had heard that Heng had revealed some things about the underground palace earlier, so he hesitated at this moment: "Young master, the status of a direct disciple of the Chunjun Sect is rare, why do you give up your bright future and come to this muddy water for no reason?"

"'Great Future'?" Wen Heng's deep and distinct outline is extremely handsome and sharp under the light, but the coldness at the corners of his eyes and brows is like the thin blade of a demon knife, and every word carries the blood of the old year, "Fan Yang, Prince Qing's Mansion Nearly a hundred lives are waiting for me below, and that is my future."

"Son..."

"One month later, Chun Jun sent Nei Jian to select his own disciples. After I lose the competition, I will be sent to the outer sect. I may use other excuses to escape. In the next three to five years, my whereabouts will be uncertain. I am afraid that I will not be able to communicate as often as now. , Luming Escort depends on you alone to support the overall situation, you'd better make preparations first." He thought for a while, and then added lightly, "If you hear any news in the future, try not to get involved with me, let alone replace me. I seek revenge."

His words had a lot of meaning, and he actually had the intention of explaining the future. Fan Yang's heart beat heavily, sweat broke out from his forehead, and he thought: "It's just to find a sword...is it worth entrusting life and death? What else does he want to do? "

Wen Heng glanced into his eyes through the steaming tea: "I have nothing else to do, so I'll leave first, stop thinking about it, and rest early."

Fan Yang was glued to the chair by his anxiety, before he got up to see him off, Wen Heng had already drifted away.

About two minutes from the time he left to the time he came back, there was only one small lamp left in the bedroom, and the fragrance of warmth was coming. The furniture and bed curtains were all immersed in darkness, making it a warm and comfortable environment.A normal person should have fallen asleep by now, but when Wen Heng lifted the gauze curtain silently, Xue Qinglan's breathing changed almost immediately, and she asked in a low voice, "Who?"

"I."

With just one word, he let the quiet and deep night completely fall into this room.

After a soft rustle, the bed beside him sank slightly.The slope was negligibly small, but as soon as Xue Qinglan turned over, she naturally rolled into Wen Heng's arms.

He still had a slight chill on his body. After two months of internal energy training, the effect was limited, but it was better than before. Wen Heng circled him, and his voice was as deep as water: "Still sleeping?"

When he didn't come back, whether Xue Qinglan closed his eyes and meditated or tossed and turned, he was always so close to "sleep" that he couldn't fall into a real deep sleep. When Wen Heng came back, he only said two or four words , he felt that his drowsiness suddenly flooded the beach like a tide, enveloping him gently but indisputably into the empty seabed.

He mumbled a "huh", not knowing whether it was a response or a babble, put one hand on Wen Heng's narrow waist, and fell asleep against the crest of his neck.

In the whole world, there is probably only this one person who can make him let go of all his defenses and fall into his embrace without any resistance.

Wen Heng could feel the silver bracelet stuck between Xue Qinglan's waist and Xue Qinglan's wrist through a layer of unlined clothing. In the dark, he used his eyes to outline the outline of the people around him, silently thinking: "Is it really similar?"

Fan Yang could tell the resemblance at a glance, but it didn't make sense that he couldn't see it.If it wasn't for Fan Yang's mistake, it could only be his problem.

This can explain why when he saw Xue Qinglan for the first time, he thought of A Que inexplicably. Although he couldn't tell the similarity between the two, he subconsciously felt close to people with this appearance.

Even more absurd thoughts flashed through his mind, and he was quickly thrown into the depths of the dust.

Wen Heng knew too well what it was like to be deeply hurt. If it was not necessary, he could avoid touching the old scars as much as possible.Anyway, in at most two months, he will leave the Chunjun faction, and then he will find a way to steal Xue Qinglan from Yisu Mountain.

What happened next was within his expectations, changing and developing one by one.After the first month, Xue Ci set off for Mingzhou. On the eve of departure, Wen Heng packed Xue Qinglan's luggage with his own hands.When he came, he only brought a bag, which contained a few changes of clothes and daily sundries; when he returned, he found a bulging small package, which contained a small hand stove given to him by Wen Heng, a silent sword manual, stuffed with He bought all kinds of candies and preserves from Zhanchuan City, as if he was afraid that he would starve to death on the way.

On the day of departure, disciples of Yuquan Peak sent the two of them to the foot of Yueying Mountain.Xue Qinglan was very calm and self-sustaining from the beginning to the end, almost as indifferent as when he came, and Zhou Qin secretly whispered to other disciples behind his back: "This kid is cold-faced and cold-hearted, Junior Brother Yue treats him well, he is fine, he is leaving Still holding his face, as if someone owes him eight hundred hangs."

Xue Qinglan's ears moved slightly, as if he heard it, but he didn't say anything.

It wasn't until the last moment of parting, when he faced the person he was most unwilling to leave, and was blocked by Wen Heng in the blind spot of everyone's sight, that he finally showed his rare emotions, unable to say a thousand words, so he could only grit his teeth and scream " brother".

Wen Heng stood there, blocking the howling mountain wind for him, lowering his eyes and asking in a low voice: "Do you still remember what I told you last night?"

Xue Qinglan's eyes were bloodshot, and he nodded indiscernibly.

"Eat well, sleep well, and practice hard." Wen Heng's eyes seemed to have substance, and he stroked his cheek gently and firmly, "Wait for me to find you."

The author has something to say: Wen Yuyan's hidden setting: face blindness√

Then there is no pure brotherhood.