Chun Feng Du Jian

The author has something to say: Last week, I was delayed for a few days in recuperation, and now I am fine. There are only three chapters this week. To express my apologies, I will send red envelopes to everyone in the comments under this chapter. Thank you for waiting for me.

Half a month later, during the selection of the first disciples of the Chunjun Sect, Wen Heng walked down the sword competition stage slowly under the regretful and distressed eyes of all the brothers and sisters.

He is not bad at using a sword, but everyone knows that his internal strength is not strong, and it is easy to deal with him. As long as you don't be frightened by his exquisite sword moves, just treat him as an ordinary opponent.

Liao Changxing has always attached great importance to Wen Heng, and has always hoped that he can stay, but he also understands that Wen Heng's internal strength is flawed after all.Now that the matter is a foregone conclusion, it cannot be reversed, he regrets in his heart, but he can only accept this result, and advised Wen Heng: "After a few years of experience in the outer sect, there is still a chance to come back, junior brother, don't be discouraged."

"I understand." Wen Heng saluted him and thanked him, "In the past three years, thank you brother for your support."

Among the four beginner disciples of Yuquan Peak, Wen Heng, who had high hopes, failed to stay. Instead, Cui Junan, who had been unknown all along, played steadily, won three games in a row, and earned the qualification to be a direct disciple.

As soon as we parted, people from the Shanji Academy came to visit every day, most of them were disciples who had good friends with Zhou Qin and Wu Yu.Wen Heng doesn't have many friends, and has almost no contact with Biefeng. These days, there is only one person who visits the door, and it's someone he doesn't really want to see.

Han Ziqi's eye circles were red from the moment she entered the door. She looked at Wen Heng pitifully, and asked a shocking question: "Yue Chi, did you lose the competition on purpose?"

Wen Heng's movement of wiping the sword stopped for a moment, secretly surprised that she had such good eyesight, her face was still as if nothing happened, and she replied without changing her expression: "No."

Han Ziqi took a deep breath and raised her voice: "I saw it that day!"

Wen Heng: "What did you see?"

"I saw you teaching that Xue sword practice!" Han Ziqi scolded angrily, "With your ability, you could stay, but you deliberately lost the competition. I think you just want to leave Yueying Mountain early so that you can find him !"

Wen Heng thought for a while, and nodded in agreement: "That's right, so what?"

"But..." Han Ziqi was so wronged that she cried on the spot, choked up, "But I..."

The confession that she was about to blurt out was interrupted early by Wen Heng, his voice and face sank together: "Senior Sister, speak carefully."

The sons and daughters of the Jianghu are innocent and innocent, they know Mu Shaoai well, and sometimes they don’t pay much attention to "being in love and ending in etiquette". As the daughter of the head of the family, Han Ziqi has been spoiled and indulged since she was a child.But it's not just about feelings, how can everything in the world be as people want?

Han Ziqi refused to give up, crying and shouting: "I don't! I want to say it! Even if you don't see me, you can't get involved with that Xue!"

With a sound of "Zheng", the sword was put into its sheath, and a rustling breeze was brought up, brushing the broken hair on the sideburns of the two people.

There was a dead silence in the room.

"Who do I make friends with, and whether I should be 'involved', can't be criticized by outsiders." Wen Heng issued the order to evict guests coldly, "I'm leaving Yuquan Peak soon, and my luggage is limited, so I hope my senior sister won't cause me any trouble. Please. "

"What kind of ecstasy soup did Xue give you? You...you are two men, if you insist on getting entangled with him, which sect can accommodate you, how will you gain a foothold in the Jianghu?" Han Ziqi cried loudly. Said, "My mother said that if you are like this, you will be beaten as demons and heretics, and will be hunted down to the ends of the earth by the righteous martial arts!"

"..."

Even though Wen Heng has cultivated Qi for many years, his emotions and anger are easily invisible, when he first heard this, he couldn't help being stunned.

"You, what, what?" There seemed to be a raging storm brewing in his voice, "What are Xue Qinglan and I like?"

Han Ziqi was so frightened by him that she held back a pack of tears, hiccupped, and said in a weak voice, "That's, that's... the way the master of Fuyu Villa..."

Wen Heng only grasped the words "Fuyu Mountain Villa", and after thinking about it in series, he understood.

When Fuyu Villa came to pay a visit to the Chunjun Sect, because the disciples who came were all beautiful girls, it was natural for Han Ziqi to greet them.I'm afraid it was because they accidentally mentioned the matter of their ancestors when they were laughing and chatting, and Han Ziqi heard about it, and only then did she know that there are such anecdotes such as two women who are in love with each other.Later, she bumped into Wen Heng and Xue Qinglan practicing swords, and when they described their intimacy, for some reason, she thought about it for a while, but she didn't dare to say anything, so she went back and vaguely mentioned it to the head's wife. The story changed her temperament, so in order to intimidate her, she made up such a set of remarks about "being chased and killed by the righteous way of martial arts".

Who knew that Han Ziqi was using this to speculate on Wen Heng and Xue Qinglan, and if she guessed wrong, she kept her mouth shut, and stabbed in front of the Lord.

Wen Heng intends to beat her up, but it's just that he's leaving soon so he won't cause trouble.He sat and calmed down for a long time, got up and opened the door, pointing outside expressionlessly and said: "Get out."

Seeing his appearance, Han Ziqi vaguely knew that she seemed to have gotten into trouble, but she didn't know where the problem was.However, Wen Heng drove her away so bluntly, which hurt her self-esteem to some extent. Han Ziqi's face was flushed, and she said angrily: "You don't know good people! I really misjudged you!"

With a push of Wen Heng's thumb, the long sword was unsheathed half an inch, and it flashed against the cold light of the slanting sun.

He finally got really angry.

"I advise senior sister to look at people less in the future, practice swords more, and put away those affectionate thoughts. Otherwise, next time you offend someone, it won't be as simple as letting you go out."

Wen Heng's eyes were cold, a look she had never seen before.All her unreasonable troubles today are finally right. With Wen Heng's skill, if he hadn't deliberately lost the battle, his direct disciple would definitely have a place for him.

But he gave up the Chunjun School, Yueying Mountain, and the days and nights of the past three years. It was clearly written in his eyes that if it weren't for a little love from the same family, Han Ziqi would not be able to do it today. Get out of this door.

The little white rabbit raised in the deep mountains has never seen blood since he grew up, but Wen Heng killed the leader of the Huangying gang three years ago. He has been on the verge of life and death several times. He usually never shows his cold side. , does not mean that he does not have such a background in his character.

Han Ziqi's thoughts on him can only be described as "lusty". She fell in love with Wen Heng's good skin and his unique temperament that is different from other disciples. Even his indifference was interpreted by her as reserved pride.But these are all superficial, when the pool of ripples was broken to reveal the cold and hard black rock underneath, the nature of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages finally overwhelmed all thoughts immediately.

She doesn't want to be a teenager anymore, she just wants to get out quickly.

The door slammed and slammed open in a panic, Wen Heng heard the sound of footsteps and sobs going away, his anger still remained, he snorted coldly, and put the sword back heavily on the table.

Only Han Ziqi, who is full of love and love, can distort the friendship between him and Xue Qinglan into the personal relationship between children.Not to mention that Wen Heng hasn't thought about it, even if he really has some special hobbies, Xue Qinglan is so old, wouldn't it be a beast to attack him? !

A few days later, Zhanchuan City.

Hu Kun, the deacon elder of Zhanchuan City, led the last two disciples into a medicine shop named "Weijintang", and said to the shopkeeper, "This is the new deacon disciple this year. One is named Wu Yu, and the other is named Yue Chi. In the future, I will thank you to teach them both."

The shopkeeper was very respectful to him, and upon hearing the words, he immediately bowed and said, "I understand, the elder is at ease. Please sit inside for a while, and I will order someone to serve tea."

Hu Kun nodded proudly, waved his hand to reject the shopkeeper's invitation, and turned his head to teach the two disciples: "I have already brought the man, and the fate will look at you in the future. Remember, you must live and live in the city of Zhanchuan." Well done, just do things with your heart, Chunjun Sect will not treat you badly."

Wu Yu and Yue Chi bowed to him without enthusiasm, and said in unison: "Thank you for the elder's teaching."

Introductory disciples are reduced to outer sects, which proves that they are not talented enough, but they still have a bit of kung fu. The Chunjun Sect will not let them quit the sect, but send them to farm shops in various cities under Yueying Mountain to serve as deacon disciples.If it is really a legacy, Jianxuan of the sect can return to the inner sect in three years; if his ambition is not in martial arts, but he has the skills to manage it, and after a few years of hard work, he might be able to become a deacon and manage a property for the Chunjun sect. In the city of Zhanchuan, his status is comparable to that of a squire, and even the government has to give him three points of face.

The taller ones are deacon elders like Hu Kun. There is only one deacon in each city, and their status is comparable to the elders of the peaks on Yueying Mountain. They are all powerful figures with excellent martial arts and means.These people can make friends with the government at the top, and manage business at the bottom. Like spiders threading threads, they tightly entwine the Yueyingshan Chunjun School and the four surrounding cities in a big web, and they share weal and woe from then on.

Wen Heng only knew a little about his natal family before, Wan Laimen was able to occupy a side in Mengfeng City, half of it was run by itself, and half was by marriage to Qingwangfu.This is only a second-rate sect. If it were one of the few great sects like the Chunjun Sect, just one Yueying Mountain would not be able to support hundreds of people anyway.

What he saw before his eyes was the lifeblood of the Chunjun faction.

The shops and properties scattered across the four cities are almost as wealthy as a small feudal lord, not to mention there are a large number of young martial arts disciples - if it weren't for the people in the world not to get involved in the affairs of the court, they might become a force that cannot be underestimated. Potentially rebellious forces to be underestimated.

Wen Heng shook his head, laughing at himself where no one was paying attention.After so many years, he still hasn't cured his young master's disease, so he can't help but make a blind analysis from the standpoint of the court.Now that he himself is a reckless man, he doesn't have time to take care of himself, so what spare time does he have to worry about the court?

He put down his burden in the shabby wing room, and changed into a coarse cloth jacket.What he saw and heard along the way with Hu Kun made him realize that the sphere of influence of the Chunjun Sect was far greater than he had imagined, and it might not be a good idea to leave hastily. He planned to do two days of white work first, and temporarily stabilize the people in the medicine hall. Look for another chance to escape.

The work of the pharmacy is not difficult. It is not up to laymen like them to do the dispensing of medicines. The rest is nothing more than handling, sorting, weighing and packing, as long as they are careful and fast.The shopkeeper was very kind to Wen Heng and Wu Yu. After all, deacon disciples were different from apprentices. According to the school rules, they were regarded as senior brothers and younger brothers. As long as there were no old grudges or particularly bad personalities, there was no need to deliberately make things difficult for others.

Wen Heng had eaten at noon, and went to the back door to carry the fresh medicinal materials as ordered by the shopkeeper. When he opened the door, he almost tripped over a pile of dark things at the door. An old beggar in a ragged jacket.

The man's hair and beard were like crazily growing dry grass, his right arm sleeve was hanging down empty, leaving only his left arm, barefoot, leaning against the wall motionless, and he didn't know whether he was asleep or dead.

The drug dealer who was driving to deliver the medicine had a root of grass in his mouth and said vaguely: "He was there when he first arrived. I advise you to let him go quickly, or you will turn around and freeze to death at your door. How unlucky it is!" .”

Wen Heng walked over, bowed slightly/body in front of the old beggar, raised his hand and flicked lightly on the outside of his left elbow, as if he had touched it, and seemed to just wipe his robe, and asked in a low voice: "Old man, wake up!" Wake up, it's not convenient to rest your feet in the back alley of the shop, can you move to another place?"

The man woke up when Wen Heng touched him, but he only glanced at him through the messy hair, neither saying a word nor moving his nest.

The medicine delivery driver gritted his teeth and said "tsk": "This is a gentleman, if you give him a kick, it will be over!"

Wen Heng ignored him, took out five cents from his sleeve, and put it into the old beggar's left hand, but Wen Yan resolutely whispered: "The meager money is not worth anything, the old man just use it to buy a steamed bun to satisfy his hunger."

The old beggar finally raised his head from the shabby shabby jacket, his old wrinkled eyes were completely bare, he looked Wen Heng up and down, and after a long time he finally let out a hoarse laugh, and said: " You know what to do, kid."

Wen Heng straightened up, took a step back, and said with folded arms, "Old man, please."