Chun Feng Du Jian

The scenery on the cliff is open, and not far away is the Chengtai Terrace, the main venue of the Sword Discussion Conference.There were about a hundred people in the audience, most of them were disciples wearing costumes of various sects, and there were also a few heroes with strange shapes.For these elites who arrived early, whether it was a cliff or a valley, they were all small thresholds that could be easily crossed. Their real opponent was the crowd around them.

Nie Ying stood still on the cliff, and just breathed a sigh of relief, before he could speak, Wen Heng suddenly pulled him back, with his right hand crossing the sword, he used his true energy to push it out, and with a "dang" sound, he supported the falling volley. With a single sword, the powerful internal force swept the opponent straight away. If someone was not blocking him behind, Wen Heng would have been able to beat him back to the bottom of the cliff on the spot.

"Sneak attack?" He asked coldly.

Nie Ying reacted quickly, she was about to throw out the whip in her hand, and retracted her palm the moment she saw the person coming.Wen Heng felt the clothes on his back move slightly, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the elder brother hiding behind him, with the bamboo hat tightly covering his face, lowering his head as if guilty of guilt, and said in a low voice, "I have a grudge, so we can't meet each other."

Wen Heng nodded silently.

The few people who confronted him were all dressed in sky-blue silk robes after the rain, with bamboo leaf patterns embroidered on the skirts, long swords hanging from their waists, and silver crowns on their heads. Knowing which tendon was wrong, he secretly plotted behind his back.

Wen Heng had seen this kind of costume when he was in the Chunjun School, so he was even more puzzled: "People from the Swagger Villa... when did I provoke you?"

The disciple of Swagger Villa, who was shot away by him, pulled out a person from behind, and said angrily: "We have all seen it, and dare to quibble! It was you who hurt people first, and trampled on other people's lives in order to climb the cliff. This kind of thinking is vicious No matter how high your martial arts are, you are still a scum of the martial arts world, which is shameless!"

Wen Heng: "..."

Nie Ying huddled behind him. Although she didn't dare to show her true colors, she snorted heavily from her nostrils and let out an equally shameless sneer.

Wen Heng looked him up and down, and asked sincerely and perplexed: "My friend, didn't your parents take you to visit a famous doctor and have a diagnosis and treatment of your eyes?"

Someone from Chengtai Terrace was attracted by the movement here and looked over.The ostentatious disciple stared and asked: "What do you mean? So many people are watching, you still want to deny it!"

Wen Heng clapped his hands, and mocked: "As expected of the Swagger Villa known as 'Poetry and Swordsman', it's different for literati to swear, this barking dog is quite justified."

That angry knot: "You dare to scold me!"

"Yes, I dare." Wen Heng turned the tip of his sword, pointing at the person he rescued: "There are still many people under the cliff, if you really want to know the truth so much, I can send you down to ask clearly—— "

"Together with this shameless 'martial arts scum'."

Before the words were finished, the wind of sword had arrived, and the icy-cold blade swept towards the palm of that ostentatious disciple.He shivered subconsciously, and let go of his hand unexpectedly.Wen Heng moved the sword at will, and turned it into a move of "surging waves hitting the shore", the sword body was shot out vertically, and hit the waist of the little man who was on the back of Lanie Ying, and he was thrown forward with his big head facing down. , and fell to the bottom of the cliff.

"stop!"

"Wait a minute!"

Several people shouted to stop at the same time, the man thought he was going to die and screamed in fright, but the expected fall did not come as expected.

Wen Heng stood on the edge of the cliff, with the scabbard hooking his collar, keeping him in a leaning forward posture, so that he would not fall, and it was difficult to move. He asked unhurriedly: "How, now would you like to say Is it true?"

A few of the swaggering disciples came a little later, happened to witness the dispute between the two sides, and just stood still on the cliff at this moment.

Their costumes are generally similar to those of the group of young disciples, only more refined in the subtleties. Obviously, they are of higher seniority, and they are the ones who are truly masters.

A middle-aged man with a thin and long beard asked in a deep voice, "Why are you making such a fuss here?"

The person caught by Wen Heng was frightened, he begged for mercy before being questioned by others, and tremblingly explained the ins and outs, fearing that if he said something wrong, the king of Hades would be upset and let go.The few disciples of the Swaggering Villa acted with impulsiveness and enthusiasm, and they never thought that there was such a layer behind them. The more they heard it, the complexion became worse, all of them flushed red, and the one who yelled the loudest wanted to bury his head in the ground.

Seeing them like this, the middle-aged man already guessed the truth, and said with a sullen face, "It's outrageous!"

A young man who was about the same age as Wen Heng turned to his juniors and asked softly, "What's going on with you?"

The disciple who was the first to attack stood up with a face full of shame, and replied truthfully: "Brother, we saw this person kicked from the sky by that, that young hero at the bottom of the cliff, and thought they were doing harm to others, so we got angry for a while. Saved this person, and brought him up the cliff, trying to get an explanation for him. Who knows... who knows that we were actually deceived by this person..."

He evaded the important and talked lightly, so Wen Heng interjected coolly from the side: "The disciples of your sect are asking for an explanation. Did they sneak attack from behind while others were unaware? I still think it is someone who has a blood feud with me. Swagger The upbringing of the villa is an eye-opener for the true religion."

Long Jing turned his head and looked at Wen Heng quickly, only to take a cursory glance just now, he only felt that this person was tall and straight, his figure was like a sword, and his aura was amazing.At this moment, when I looked carefully, I realized that this was not the case at all.He was dressed so plainly that it was almost shabby, and the word "poor" was almost written on his face, like a piece of beautiful jade that should have been dazzling, but was artificially dressed up as the most inconspicuous clod and rock in the mountains.

But the sword in his hand will not lie.

The timing and angles of the two swords that forced Zhao Yao's disciple back just now are extremely delicate, such a sophisticated judgment is not like the handwriting of a young and unknown person.

Long Jing had a decision in his heart.

"I am the chief disciple of Zhaoyao Villa, Long Jing, to apologize to Your Excellency on behalf of my junior brother."

He came out more and more, saluted Wen Heng very solemnly, and said loudly without hiding or dodging: "We are the ones who prefer to listen to the front, and the last to be rude. How offensive, I hope you forgive me."

These words were very polite, courteous, and without concealment, and the admission of mistakes was quick and straightforward. I am afraid that there is no second such sincere apology in the audience.

As the saying goes, you don't hit people with smiling faces, Wen Heng didn't want to argue with them at first, so he said bluntly, "It's easy to say."

He lifted the person hanging from the edge of the cliff, like a pheasant, and easily threw the huge living person at the disciple who attacked with a sword earlier, and said: "The person you brought up will return to Zhao completely, don't thank me .”

Naturally, no one would pick him up, all the disciples backed away as if they were hiding something dirty, the man was so frightened that his whole body went limp, and he fell into the dust under everyone's feet.

Long Jing wanted to say something more, but Wen Heng turned away as if he didn't know them, and whispered to Nie Ying: "Let's go."

At this moment, Long Jing's attention was drawn to Nie Ying. If Wen Heng hadn't passed by, he wouldn't have considered this silent tall man as Wen Heng's companion.

He also wore a bamboo hat like Wen Heng, with a single knife pinned to his waist, so he couldn't see his face clearly, but he had a strong physique with broad shoulders and narrow waist.Looking at the backs of the two leaving, Long Jing always felt that the tall man was a little familiar, but couldn't remember who it was for a while.

"Hai Bo, what does that person next to him look like? How about martial arts?"

The little junior brother Su Haibo who caused a lot of trouble looked at his face and said fearfully: "Eldest senior brother, I don't know either. He has been hiding behind others and hasn't done anything."

Long Jing muttered to himself: "Really?"

Would a person who knew martial arts hide behind his companions, even though he was besieged and accused by a group of famous disciples, but wouldn't he stand up and fight side by side with him?

Is it because he believes too much in his companion's martial arts, or...does he dare not show his true colors?

"Dragon Realm."

Senior Zhaoyao Villa recalled his thoughts and reminded: "It's getting late, we should enter the arena, don't delay the business."

Longjing gave a "hmm" without any emotion, and when he glanced at Su Haibo and the others, his expression suddenly turned serious: "You guys go down the mountain immediately, and you don't have to participate in the sword discussion meeting. After returning to Mingzhou, everyone will face the wall. Think about it for a month."

Su Haibo is a leader among the young disciples. He has been looking forward to the Sword Discussion Conference for a long time. He came to the peak today with the intention of showing his strength. He never expected that the Dragon Realm would beat him back to his original form with a single word, and his eyes were red with anxiety. : "Brother!"

Long Jing glanced at him from top to bottom, and said coldly: "If you have anything to say, save it and go back and explain it to Master."

Su Haibo looked at the other elders pleadingly, and someone saw that he was pitiful, so he pleaded: "Jing'er, Haibo is also kind..."

Long Jing shook his head and said in disapproval: "Master, don't let it go lightly."

The disciples of Zhaoyao Villa are all gentlemen who have been brought up strictly, with excellent demeanor and self-cultivation, and rarely speak harshly.Long Jing is the eldest disciple of Zhaoyao Villa, and he has the responsibility to restrain other disciples, so the masters and uncles also have to give him three points.Although he was not obviously angry at the moment, the senior immediately winked at Su Haibo as soon as he said those words, and said, "Listen to your senior brother."

No matter how reluctant Su Haibo was, he had to endure it, honestly confessed his guilt and left.

Wen Heng and Nie Ying mingled with the crowd under the terrace, found a remote and quiet place to sit down, and relaxed when they saw that no one was paying attention to them.Nie Ying wrapped the whip around her waist, gritted her teeth, and said, "Thanks to my brother, I never thought that bastard would dare to bite back. Those hypocrites in the Swagger Villa are really hateful!"

Wen Heng has been hiding from the world for a long time, he is not very clear about many things in the martial arts, he asked curiously: "What is the old grudge between elder brother and Zhaoyao Villa, why do you avoid it like this?"

Nie Ying said sadly: "It's hard to say in one word, but it's a long story."

Wen Heng's curiosity aroused, and he said: "Anyway, the conference has not started yet, and you are idle if you are idle, just tell me."

"We are back in Yanmen, you know. We started as a soldier, and took root in a bitter cold place like Tuozhou. The disciples in the school can hold chopsticks and knives since they were young, and they rode horses and followed adults into the mountains to hunt when they were eight or nine years old. He is rough and bold, not at all the same as the bookworms in the Swagger Villa." Nie Ying thought about the past, and sighed slowly, "Your elder brother naturally grew up like this, and he never felt that anything was wrong.

"Until one year, Yanmen had a happy event and invited all factions to Tuozhou to watch the ceremony. That was the first time I met the disciple of Zhaoyao Villa. Don't look at the dog in the Dragon Realm now. He was white and clean when he was a child. It's quite personal."

Wen Heng asked blankly, "Who is in the Dragon Realm?"

"It's the one who apologized to you just now, Master Swagger Villa." Nie Ying said, "I liked him very much at that time. I took him to the grassland for horse racing and hunting, and taught him to draw a bow and shoot an arrow. I really regarded him as a brother. Who Knowing that later... oh."

Wen Heng saw his description of sadness, and thought that the two had turned against each other later, and there was some deep-rooted hatred, so he asked cautiously: "What happened afterwards?"

Recalling the past, Nie Ying can still clearly recall the feeling of heartbreak: "At the farewell banquet, his parents and seniors got drunk with poetry, and they insisted on reciting poems. It's the turn of the Dragon Realm... he I still remember that line of the poem, a white-eyed wolf, it's in vain that I treat him so well."

"What poem?"

"He stood up and pointed at me and read, 'Bian Chenger, I didn't read a single-character book when I was born, but I know how to go hunting.' Even though I am a rough person, I also know that this is not a good word." Nie Ying patted his hand With a bit of resentment in his melancholy, he said bitterly, "Brother, remember, whenever a dog is slaughtered in righteousness, most of the people who study are ungrateful, and there is no good thing in Swagger Villa!"

The author has something to say: This poem comes from Li Bai's "Walking, Traveling and Hunting"

Bianchenger, who didn't read a single-character book when he was born, but knows how to go hunting and exaggerate.

Hu Maqiu is fat and suitable for white grass, how arrogant is it to ride on the shadows.

The golden whip whipped the snow and waved its sheath, half-heartedly calling the eagle out of the outer suburbs.

The bow is bent and the full moon is not in vain, and the wings are bursting and flying.

The viewers on the beach are all open to change, and the strong wind shakes the sand and moraine.

Confucian scholars are not as good as knight-errants, so what's the use of the white head!