Chun Feng Du Jian

His surprised look was so obvious that even Su Youfeng was taken aback for a moment, and asked, "Do you know him?"

It can be seen that Wen Heng could no longer listen to his questions at this time, and the voice of dying emerged like a nightmare, echoing high and low in his ears——

"My lord...the attempt to assassinate His Majesty..."

"The masters of the inner circle will kill on the spot..."

"The forbidden army ransacked the house...the princess committed suicide..."

The inner guards headed by the nine masters of the inner circle have always been heavily relied on by the royal family, and their reputation has shocked the world. However, these people hide in the deep palace and seldom show up. It is difficult for outsiders to understand in detail, let alone see them in person.But Wen Heng remembered that he entered the palace one year when he was a child, and met several of them face to face.

He doesn't remember the specific situation at that time, but Qing Wang Wen Kezhen once told him the names of those people.Due to the regularity, these names are still firmly engraved in his mind.

Ouchi masters from first to ninth, everyone's name is their sorting.

On the car back to the palace from the palace that day, he sat on Wen Kezhen's lap, listening to his father half-drunk teasing him, and jokingly said: "Heng'er will walk around when he sees people with numbers in his name. Do you know?" He counted Wen Heng's fingers one by one, "Feng Baoyi, Kou Buer, Han Sanxian, Si Yunping, Wuluyue, Lu Qingzhong, Li Qi, Yan Chongba, Jiu... Jiu What's going on?"

King Qing didn't understand "Nine What" in the end, and fell asleep drunk, but Wen Heng never forgot it since he was a child, and accidentally wrote down the string of names.When he grows up a bit, he realizes that this is the name of the Nine Masters of Ouchi,

According to Wen Kezhen's instructions back then, he should go around this name; but seven years ago, Prince Qing's Mansion was destroyed overnight, his parents died tragically, and his family went into exile. This unsolved case that changed his life, Wen Heng would never dare to forget. .

He once thought that the real names of these people had been covered up long ago, and "one, two, three, four" was just a code name, but he never thought that one day, he would hear familiar names from unrelated people.

"Where is this Feng Baoyi now?" Wen Heng asked murderously, "Can Master find him?"

"Why, do you really want to be filial to your teacher and avenge me?" Su Youfeng was very helpful, but he still smiled, "He's in the palace, don't even think about it."

Sure enough it was him.

Wen Heng bowed his head silently, secretly making a note in his heart.

"He stole things from Buxu Palace and fled into the palace. This is the only thing he has done all these years?" Wen Heng asked again, "Since there are so many people in Buxu Palace, why don't they send a more powerful master to kill them?" Go into the palace and take things back?"

Su Youfeng shook his head and said: "It's not as simple as you think, it involves a lot, and I can't explain it clearly at the moment, anyway, it has nothing to do with you, so you don't have to worry about me."

"In short," he slapped Wen Heng's shoulder heavily with his generous palm, "I didn't become your master for nothing, let's leave it at that, and if you encounter difficult troubles in the future, you can take this token to Kunlun Mountain Buxu Palace, no matter how difficult it is, I will definitely save you once."

A heavy sign fell on his chest. It was made of unknown material, with gold in the black, and several twisted and twisted scripts that did not resemble the characters of the Central Plains were cast on it.Wen Heng held it in his hand, looked left and right, always felt familiar, and asked Su Youfeng: "What is this?"

"Landlord Xuanming." Su Youfeng said, "This is a script that has been used in Buxu Palace for many years. It has long been lost in the Central Plains. It's normal if you don't recognize it."

Wen Heng kept the token close to his body, thought for a moment, and then confirmed again: "Master, you really don't need my help? If you have something to do, don't be shy."

Su Youfeng stretched his leg by the wall and gave him a kick, Wen Heng quickly flashed past, and heard him scolding with a smile: "Get out of here, little bastard, don't push your nose on your face, it will be useful to you sooner or later!"

The master and the apprentice shared the grilled fish, and they had nothing to say all night.The next day Wen Heng went down the mountain with Su Youfeng, empty-handed as when he came, only carrying a sword on his back, and left this paradise from then on.

Until they parted ways, Su Youfeng never asked him what he was going to do.This person may seem crazy, but in fact he can see it and let it go.If it were someone else, the painstaking efforts of the past four years would definitely not be thrown away, but he walked swiftly, and did not want to make Wen Heng hesitate at all.

Of course, Wen Heng didn't leave any money.

Wen Heng grew up so big, even on the way to exile, he was never short of money envoys.However, now that he is standing in the deserted wilderness, without going to the village or back to the store, and before he even leaves the mountain, he already feels what it means to be a "hero's end".

Prince Qing's mansion didn't have a family motto of "no pawning", but he didn't have a five-flowered horse and a thousand gold fur. He only had an iron sword, a short dagger, and a commoner coat all over his body.The most valuable thing is the Wujin Token in his arms, but that thing is a life-saving talisman, so take it out and pawn it now, whether the pawnshop will accept it or not is another matter, it really hurts their teacher-disciple relationship.

Wen Heng sighed under the bright sun, performed lightness kung fu, flitted across the treetops lightly like a swallow, and disappeared at the end of the mountain road.

Nine tunes set Fengcheng.

Wen Heng pawned a dagger at a pawnshop, and got a penny worth of silver and more than a dozen Wen. He first went to buy a bamboo hat and put it on, then went into a small restaurant, ordered a bowl of wontons in chicken soup, and sat quietly in the corner. Tables waiting to be served.

Su Youfeng once said that when he took Wen Heng captive, he arrived in the valley in two days.Wen Heng secretly calculated that with the old beggar's footsteps, he would not be able to escape the Nine-Zigzag boundary in two days, so he should not be far from Zhanchuan City.After coming out of the valley, after walking for less than half a day, he saw Dingfeng City.It's just that he was unlucky and went in the opposite direction. Zhanchuan City was in the south of Jiuqu, but Dingfeng City was in the northeast of Jiuqu, almost reaching the border of Tuozhou.

Wen Heng didn't know if it was the folk customs in this city, or if something big happened today, but along the way, there were quite a few Jiang Hu people with swords and knives on the street.The shop where he rested was not big, there were only six tables, and it was almost full when it was approaching noon. After a rough look, almost every table was full of high-ranking guests.

There was a din of people in the store, the smell of wine and vegetables mixed into a hot air, and the staff shuttled between the tables, so busy that they didn't touch the ground.Wen Heng's bowl of wontons in chicken soup might be too poor, the shopkeeper forgot about it in a hurry, and didn't deliver it for a long time.Wen Heng was about to raise his voice to urge the waiter, when he suddenly heard footsteps behind him, a tall man with broad shoulders and a long knife hanging from his waist came over and asked in a rough voice: "Brother, there are many people in the shop, why don't you ask me?" How about a seat?"

Although the man spoke politely, his hands moved quickly, and he had already unloaded a coarse cloth bundle and put it on the table.Wen Heng didn't want to be troublesome, raised his hand to press down on the bamboo hat, and said indifferently: "Please go."

The man sat down on the spot, called the waiter over, and ordered a catty of beef, a catty of mutton, a plate of steamed buns and a dime of ten-year-old wine.He alone, after ordering these things, is enough to eat.Wen Heng urges his wonton by the way, and the man chuckled while ordering, and muttered in a low voice: "Pigeons eat."

Wen Heng looked from under the bamboo hat, and saw that the man had sharp brows and star eyes, sharp edges and corners, very handsome, but his skin color was a little darker, it looked like he had been exposed to the wind and sun all year round.He holds the teacup in a hand with thick knuckles and a calloused mouth, with cowhide wristbands tied on both wrists. Although his clothes are not gorgeous, they are neat and clean. He speaks with an accent. Or a disciple of which sect.

Wen Heng took a sip of water from his teacup and ignored him.

The man was straightforward, and realized that he was a little offended when he said the words, so he couldn't help embarrassing. Seeing him carrying a long sword, he made up for it: "Brother is also going to participate in the Sword Discussion Conference?"

Discussion of Swords Conference?

Wen Heng suddenly understood, no wonder there are so many Jiang Hu people among the travelers, he was ignorant in the valley, it turns out that this year is Siyou Mountain's ten-year sword discussion conference, to decide the number one sword sect in the world And the number one swordsman in the world.

This is a rare grand event in the Central Plains martial arts. Naturally, the major sects will send elite fighters there, and those heroes who have no sects or sects will also rush to Tuozhou to join in the fun. First, being able to witness the birth of the first person is enough to blow for several years.

Just like "Have you eaten", asking people if they want to participate in the Sword Discussion Conference is just a conversation topic. Wen Heng didn't want to talk to him, and was about to shake his head when the waiter came forward with a full tray Come, and said courteously: "You two guests, the dishes are all ready, please take your time."

Five or six dishes were laid out on the table, and the man looked very hungry, and he ate three white steamed buns the size of a fist in a row with wine and meat.Although eating a face is not rude, it is not related to gentleness. It is hard to say that his appetite is not affected at all in this scorching summer.

Wen Heng drank the boiling hot soup slowly, only to feel that he was getting old and getting strong again, and that he couldn't stop eating, and he missed Xue Qinglan very much at this time.

The two ate their meals without making a sound, while the guests on the other side of the store were happily pushing glasses and talking.A bearded guest said: "This year's Sword Discussion Conference is really lively. The Chunjun Sect is certainly powerful, but the Chu Family Sword Sect has also produced a large number of talents in the past ten years, and they are in the limelight. I don't know how the name 'No. [-] Sword Sect in the World' can be called. Which one wins."

"I think the Swaggering Villa is not bad. If Huanyan Gate is placed opposite them, they can even defeat the leader of the martial arts alliance!"

"Hahaha! Brother Tai is right!"

The person on the opposite side of Wen Heng seemed to be eavesdropping too, and snorted disdainfully.

"It's these few sects back and forth. I've been tired of watching it for a long time. It would be interesting if some kind of swordsman like that sect 30 years ago broke out halfway."

"Heh, that person's limelight was enough back then, and his end was miserable enough. Not to mention anything else, can the Chu Family Sword Sect watch an outsider win the title of the best sword in the world?"

"What kind of swordsman of the sword sect, all those sects take turns to sit in the manor, who cares about your life and death? According to me, there should be another martial arts conference, let him use the sword and the sword, and go up and compete together, the winner For your honor, be the leader of the martial arts alliance."

"Having said that, if you talk about the famous martial arts schools in the world and their powerful strength, they still belong to the Pure Jun School. Whether it's the Sword Discussion Conference or the Martial Arts Conference, they are still the number one sword sect in the world."

"Hey, where did the running dogs of Chunjun's sect come from, barking here? You only know a few sects of the Jianghu, and you dare to advocate the Chunjun sect without shame. The Chunjun sect has no disciples that can be sold now, only a show. A skinny camel is bigger than a horse, so it's not worth mentioning."

Seeing the more and more outrageous things being said there, some people couldn't listen anymore, slapped the table, stood up and angrily said: "Show respect in your mouth! Who is not worth mentioning?"

The two groups would fight if they disagreed. As a former Chunjun disciple, Wen Heng not only had no sense of honor at all, but also moved the wonton bowl inside, as if avoiding it, lest he would be involved.

The man opposite noticed this subtle movement, although he knew that such timid and fearful people were not uncommon, there was still a trace of contempt in his eyes.

The author has something to say: There are still two chapters that have not been revised, and they are under construction.