Chun Feng Du Jian

The old beggar slowly got up from the ground, staggered out of the back alley, Wen Heng watched his figure disappear into the alley.After a long time, the driver who delivered the medicine asked suspiciously: "Little brother...why are you so particular about doing this?"

"It's nothing." Wen Heng didn't want to talk too much, shook his head and smiled, "It's just being kind to others."

He quickly unloaded the medicinal materials and sent them to the small warehouse in the backyard.The medicine delivery man looked at the calluses on his hand holding the sword and the faint lines under his robe. No matter how he looked at it, it was difficult to connect him with the words "be kind to others". In the end, he could only attribute it all to " A man cannot be judged by his appearance."

When he returned to the front hall, the shopkeeper asked without raising his head while turning the abacus: "Why have you been here for so long?"

Wen Heng walked over and quickly said what happened just now.

The shopkeeper is an old man who has been working in Zhanchuan City for more than ten years. He naturally knows the pros and cons. He is even more surprised that Wen Heng, a fledgling boy, can settle the matter quietly. He can't help but raise his eyelids, look him up and down, nodded and said: "Very good, very good." He took out a wooden sign from the counter and handed it to Wen Heng, saying, "Go out and hang this on the door."

The wooden sign was engraved with a distinctive emblem, which was the mark of the Chunjun School. Wen Heng took a look at it, went out and hung it up without saying anything.

The beggars in the city of Zhanchuan, as well as some Ye Xianglang who walk around the streets and buskers on the ground, all belong to the "One Money Gang".This gang was originally formed by the poor and poor for self-protection, but after it formed a large scale, it changed unexpectedly. The "Yiqian Gang"'s main business is begging and performing arts, and its side business is to touch porcelain. One day, on a whim, they want to blackmail people, so they send a beggar to sit outside the front or back door of this house, and refuse to leave without giving money.If the host family forcibly drives them away, they will encounter all kinds of troubles in the next few days: there will be dung in front of the door, paper money floating in the backyard, or even a grimace suddenly falling from the top of their head while eating.In short, what kind of disgusting people come, until the master is forced to lose money and avoid disasters, this matter is not over.

There is no good way to deal with the "Yiqian Gang", unless they recognize their intentions in time at the beginning of their contact with porcelain, and send more money away, or like Wen Heng, first act as a warning, and then give Wuwenqian—five homophonic "Wu", this is to brighten up the backer, and then politely send him away. As a low-level Jianghu gang, the "Yiqian Gang" is not too hard to think about provoking martial arts sects. Knowing that this stake is difficult to crack, they will naturally retreat.

The Luming Escort Agency also encountered this kind of blackmail when it first opened. It just so happened that Wen Heng was sitting in the Escort Agency that day.At that time, he and Fan Yang didn't understand the rules of the world, and they never thought about spending money to avoid disaster.After fishing out a dead dog from the water tank in the courtyard, Wen Heng said to Fan Yang, who was livid with anger, "This kind of person is nothing more than difficult to deal with. You must be tough to the end, or you will be more difficult than him." , There is only a thousand days to be a thief, there is no reason to guard against a thief for a thousand days."

Fan Yang asked: "Young Master, what do you think?"

Wen Heng said: "Take this opportunity to give Luming Escorts a good name. These beggars are mediocre in martial arts, but relying on the large number of people, it should not be difficult to catch. You lead people to guard the door, come and catch one by one, and save enough money." Ten of them were sent to the woods outside the city and hung up, and they were asked to redeem them with money.”

"...My lord," Fan Yang said cautiously, "What kind of money do these beggars have, are they willing to come and redeem them?"

Wen Heng laughed and said casually: "Money is not a problem, the important thing is to let them know that they can still buy their lives with money this time, and if they dare to reach out to us again, this hand will not want to go back."

Fan Yang's neck was chilled by his laughter, and he was in awe.He still remembered that Wen Heng used to stay out of the gate and didn't have much chance to get in touch with these things, and he was generally peaceful and compassionate; however, since he fled from his family, he quickly grew into a cruel person, and he has already cultivated He had to kill people invisible while talking and laughing, and he didn't know what the Chunjun faction taught him.

The Luming Escort Bureau, as the rafter in the early days, really supported the Yiqian Gang to the point of death. A few days later, Wen Heng received a letter from Fan Yang on the mountain. He heard that the leader of the Yiqian Gang came to the door to make amends. Putting the dried human flesh in the woods, they are willing to settle down and walk around the Luming Escort from then on.

It was only later that Wen Heng learned that there were other ways to send money to the Gang, but at the time when he was young and energetic, he did it as he said, without thinking so much; now that he encounters this kind of thing again, he can be as proficient as a veteran, without moving A sword, a few words gently send away a trouble.

In the rivers and lakes, no matter whether you are involuntary or drifting with the current, you think you have stepped out of the water, but you are actually soaked in the water. It's just that some people have already dived to the bottom of the water, and some are still floating on the water.

It was late at night, the shop was closed and the rest of the people went back to their rooms to wash and rest.After a busy day, everyone was eager to pack up and lie down, but Wen Heng closed the door lightly, and walked to an open space in the backyard alone, wanting to take advantage of this rare free time to practice swords.

As for the sword, the more you use it, the smoother it will be. If you don't practice for a day, you will be unfamiliar with it. Therefore, even if Wen Heng doesn't need to use the sword on weekdays, he will always bring it with him to remind himself not to forget the feel.But it is impossible for him to wear a sword in the waiting room of the pharmacy, Wen Heng can only find these corners to do business.

The cold sword reflects the moon, and the courtyard is full of sparkling light and shadows like water waves. Wen Heng feels that his muscles and bones that have not been active for a day are being slowly stretched in the familiar sword moves, and the majestic inner breath in the sea of ​​​​qi is flowing——as expected The commonality between man and sword is that the more they are forged, the sharper they will be, and if they are too idle, they will rust.

The black shadow on the eaves froze for a long time, then suddenly stretched and grew silently, like a big bird lowering its gloomy head and slowly spreading its wings——

He rushed towards the young man dancing sword in the courtyard.

There was the crackling and popping sound that is unique to burning wood, the thick smoke lingered at the end of his nose, and the sound of the wind was shrill but far away. Wen Heng's eyelashes trembled, and he woke up from a long coma.

He was not fully awake yet, but he also knew that there should be no uneven stones under him, so he opened his eyes and looked around. As far as he could see, the dome was a blackness that could not be seen to the bottom, it should be a stone cave; there were two light sources , one is the bonfire beside him, and the other is the white light not far away.

Wen Heng was sore all over, he got up from the ground with his arms, and subconsciously touched the scabbard at his waist, but found nothing.It was only then that he remembered that he had been practicing sword practice in the yard the night before, but he was suddenly attacked by someone, and he passed out in the dark, and when he opened his eyes, he was already in this ghost place.

"Are you looking for this?"

Wen Heng followed the prestige and saw that the white light was suddenly cut off, and a one-armed man walked in against the light, holding two big fishes strung together with tree branches in his hands.

The fish seemed to have just been salvaged, had been disembowelled, and was still dripping with blood along the way.The one-armed man carefully roasted the fish on the fire, then untied the iron sword at his waist and threw it at Wen Heng.

Wen Heng was hit by the sword, but he didn't care about the lost and recovered weapon, and said in a voiceless voice: "It's you?"

The man laughed loudly and said, "That's right, it's me."

The firelight illuminated his face, under the gray and disheveled beard and hair, there was a pair of shining eyes.There was a very long scar on his face, extending from the corner of his forehead to the other cheek, it was very scary, but the half-smile look did not seem to be malicious, it was Wen Heng who sent him away with five cents that day old beggar.

Many guesses flashed through Wen Heng's mind, and he subconsciously grabbed the nearest one: "Aren't you from the Yiqian Gang?"

The old beggar stretched his limbs by the fire: "Hey, what is a penny gang. No, no."

Wen Heng saw his strange behavior, and didn't know where his confidence came from, so he asked tentatively: "I have no grievances or enmity with senior, why did senior secretly plan to rob me to this point?"

"You have such talent, why are you willing to live a mediocre life in that pharmacy?" The man narrowed his eyes that were crossed by scars, and asked curiously, "With your martial arts, it is not difficult for you to be a direct disciple of the Chunjun Sect." Not difficult."

Wen Heng's heart trembled slightly, and he had an intuition that this person was not easy to fool, so he asked instead: "The Chunjun Sect has a lot of talented disciples, why did senior only focus on me?"

The two came and went, testing each other, and were wary of each other.The old beggar said with a sneer, "You boy, you are so young, you are so thoughtful."

Wen Heng twitched the corner of his mouth, and said coolly: "It's easy to say, as long as senior is willing to tell the truth, I will naturally treat each other frankly."

The old beggar suddenly burst into laughter, flipped the grilled fish on the fire, and said casually, "No, I don't want to hear your answer now. Anyway, as time goes on, there will be time in the future, and you will take the initiative to say it."

His words seemed to contain some kind of terrible message, Wen Heng stared at him in surprise for a moment, then suddenly ran wildly, rushing towards the hole not far away.

The sound of the distant wind finally came before the eyes, the wind was like a tsunami, mixed with fresh snow, blowing towards the face.

This time, Wen Heng was finally completely and completely stunned.

He was in the middle of a cliff, facing hundreds of feet of hanging ice, and at his feet was an empty valley with a frozen deep pool at the bottom.There are no exits on all sides, all are towering and dangerous peaks, the sun shines on the white snow, and after melting, it reveals dots of dark rocks, which are also as hard as iron and cannot be shaken.

This is a natural cage, and it is impossible to escape, not to mention that Wen Heng has no martial arts, even a person with average lightness kung fu, there is no guarantee that he will not step on the air and break his neck.

The monstrous anger grows as soon as the wind blows, and it boils in his chest. Wen Heng took a deep breath of the cold snow air, and pressed the hilt of the sword with his trembling hand.

He strode back into the cave, without saying a word, he drew his sword and held the old beggar back: "What exactly do you want?"

The old man may be relying on his thick skin, so he doesn't regard the sword as a threat at all. He concentrates on turning over the grilled fish so that it is heated evenly and sizzling, and at the same time he said in a childish tone: "Forget it!" Well, your sword is too blunt to kill fish, let alone kill people."

Wen Heng's eyes were icy cold, and he exerted force with his hands, and the sword edge pushed another inch towards his flesh.

"The sword is like its master," the old beggar said quietly, staring at the dancing flames, "You don't know martial arts, and even the sharpest sword is useless in your hands."

"That's not necessarily the case." Wen Heng gritted his teeth and said seriously, "Whether I can kill people, the old man might as well try it himself."

"Want to learn?"

"what?"

"Martial arts." The old beggar said, "I'll teach you the kung fu that can really kill people."

Wen Heng's self-cultivation allowed him not to speak rudely even when he was furious to the extreme, but his eyes quickly glanced over the man's broken right arm, and he said bluntly: "Thank you for your sensitivity."

"Hey, what a good boy." The old beggar noticed his gaze, changed his face like turning over a book, and said with a smile, "I've been hungry for two days, come and eat fish."