Chun Feng Du Jian

This name first made everyone in the field silent for a moment, and then it exploded like cold water pouring into a hot oil pan, and whispers rang out continuously from all around.

Wen Heng may be the most bewildered one among them. He has too many emotions in his heart, but he doesn't know which one is the main one. He still has a serious face, and he turns his head to ask Nie Ying in a daze: "What are they talking about?"

"You don't recognize this person?" Nie Ying slapped him on the thigh and said worriedly: "The Chunjun faction is in trouble."

Wen Heng shook his head.

Nie Ying thought about it, and suddenly realized: "That's right, this happened in the year you left the Chunjun Sect, so it's normal if you don't know about it."

"This Xue Qinglan was originally a disciple of Xue Ci, the "Sage of Remaining Immortals" in Mingzhou, but four years ago, he personally poisoned his master, betrayed his master, and switched to the Hanging Star Sect. Xue Ci has always had a good reputation in the righteous way. Elder Qin Ling of the Jun School and Xue Ci have been close friends for many years. After the bad news spread, the righteous people were furious. Qin Ling personally went to the Chuxingxingzong to seek revenge. As a result... together with his disciples, they were severely injured by Xue Qinglan, and they are still recuperating. .”

Nie Ying looked coldly at the stern figure on the high platform, and unconsciously lowered his tone: "Qin Ling is also a master who has been famous for a long time, but he was defeated by an unknown child. No one can tell how high it is.”

Wen Heng was almost stunned by these few words, and had to rack his brains to digest the information.It's hard for him not to mix personal feelings in it, and the great emotions of sorrow, sorrow, and things are wrong are thrown into the lake of his heart one after another. on the apex of the heart.

How could he have thought that he could hold the golden and iron long sword, practice the peerless miraculous skills, dare to stand alone in the rivers and lakes with the sword, and look down on the martial arts world, but one day, he would suddenly be afraid of not knowing each other?

The young man who had been with him for several months and talked and laughed suddenly appeared in front of him at this moment. From the inside to the outside, he seemed to be a different person, leaving a lifeless shell and a frozen heart.

A piece of clean white paper fell into the mud before he knew it, and it was covered with boundless blood.

Nie Ying was still muttering beside him: "Look at Xue Qinglan's swordsmanship, which is more skillful and subtle than the disciples taught by the Chunjun School, but you would never have guessed that this person did not use swords originally. Xue Qinglan's nickname is 'Jiangshui Liuchun',' "Chun" refers to him commanding the Chuxing Zong's Chun Zi Department, and "Jiang Shui" refers to his saber "Break the Water". Moreover, he has been taught by Xue Ci for many years, and he is quite proficient in medicine and poison... Hey, what are you doing! "

Wen Heng got up suddenly, was grabbed by Nie Ying, and had to sit back again.Nie Ying used a little gravity in his hands, pressed his shoulders, and stopped him from being impulsive: "Don't worry, I know you can't bear to see the Chunjun faction humiliated, but the current situation is caused by the tacit consent of several other sects. No matter how high the law is, you can't be the enemy of the entire Hanging Star Sect, if the situation changes and you offend both good and evil, how will you gain a foothold in the Jianghu in the future?"

Wen Heng's face was calm, but there was a pulse of pain in his eyes, he shook his head and said, "I'm not all for the Chunjun faction."

In the blink of an eye, Xue Qinglan had sent away the two Chunjun disciples without haste.

Even if these two people are not in good condition, after all, they are talents carefully cultivated by various peaks, otherwise they would not be sent to the Sword Discussion Conference, and being sent to fight against each other shows that they still have the power to deal with them.Wen Heng had just carefully watched the competition on stage, and it wasn't all because of bad luck that they fell into Xue Qinglan's hands.

What Xue Qinglan uses is not the martial arts of the Hanging Star Sect, his swordsmanship is extraordinary, and it is not inferior to Chunjun's brilliant moves, so why is it not the result of someone's careful teaching?

The first two suffered a disastrous defeat, and the pressure on the third disciple of the Chunjun Sect suddenly became heavier.If the three of them can't replace Xue Qinglan, then the Chunjun faction will win or lose this round eight out of ten, and their reputation will be ruined. In the next ten years, they may become the laughing stock of the world's heroes.

Wen Changqing looked back at the two elders with livid faces under Chengtai Terrace, and the brothers who couldn't hide their haggardness, sighed softly, suppressed the worries in his heart, endured the disgust in his chest, and stepped up to the left ring.

"After many years of violation, is Xue Hufa safe and sound?"

He was not in a hurry to make a move, his sword was slanted on the ground, and his expression was leisurely, as if he was playing with Xue Qinglan.

Xue Qinglan looked up at him, his eyes were as clear as glass, but lacked vitality, like a person carved from ice and snow, and said lightly: "It's you."

"That's right." Wen Changqing said with a smile, "I met once at Yuquan Peak in the past, but I didn't expect Xue Hufa to remember it."

Xue Qinglan nodded: "I do remember."

As he spoke, he raised his sword and pointed at Wen Changqing: "Unfortunately, I hate reminiscing about the past, and I hate reminiscing with people from the Chunjun faction even more."

Wen Changqing didn't expect him to get angry suddenly, so he suppressed his smile, and said seriously: "Xue Hufa, my family teacher and the senior and third senior brothers who were injured by you are still retreating. As a disciple of Yuquan Peak, I should fight you in a decisive battle today. , to avenge the shame of the master. But there is a grievance and a debtor, the matter of Xue Ci, the enmity between the two of us is destined to be hard to eliminate, but the matter of Yue Chi's junior brother has nothing to do with Yuquan Peak or Chunjun Sect."

It's a pity that his words not only did not move Xue Qinglan, but instead added fuel to the fire, completely annoyed Xue Qinglan.

Xue Qinglan didn't use all his strength to deal with the first two people, and he didn't deliberately hurt anyone, but at this moment, he was suddenly furious, and struck Wen Changqing's heart with a lightning-like sword, and said sharply: "How dare you mention his name!"

Wen Changqing hit him with all his strength, not daring to hit him directly, and hurriedly backed away, but Xue Qinglan's sword came out, and the sword came again, and there was no end to his subsequent moves.The cold light was under the hood like a gust of wind and rain, and only a few chi chis were heard. Wen Changqing was hit by swords in his arms and calves, his clothes were cut several times, and there were shallow blood marks on his skin.

This was the result of his best avoidance. Xue Qinglan didn't miss a single blow, but almost missed every move he swung.

Just now Wen Changqing forcibly used his true qi, causing the sea of ​​qi to surge. He was about to vomit blood, his eyes turned black, and he could hardly stand still, but he still insisted: "Xue Hufa, one yard is one yard, Yuquanfeng is not sorry Yue Brother Chi, you don't have to vent your anger on the Chunjun faction!"

Xue Qinglan still hadn't let go of her hatred, after hearing this, she jumped up again, kicked him directly in the chest, and kicked him off the ring.

"He didn't see anyone alive or dead, so I just vented my anger, what do you do?!"

Wen Changqing's internal energy was not functioning well, and after receiving this kick, he immediately spurted a mouthful of blood and fell straight down from the left ring.

Disciple Chunjun cried out in grief: "Senior Brother Wen!"

Yu Junchen, who was waiting under the stage, breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to rush up to catch him, when a gray shadow suddenly rushed out from the slanted ground, brushing past him like a breeze, flying up to grab Wen Changqing, and helping him to relax It slowly falls on the east side of Chengtai Terrace.

Wen Changqing's internal injury broke out, his chest hurts sharply, the blood in his throat is rolling, and his eyes are hazy. He can only vaguely see a person wearing a bamboo hat supporting his upper body, and a neutral and peaceful internal force penetrates from the vest, guiding him to perform exercises to heal his injuries .

The man held his wrist with one hand, looked at his eyes and behind his ears, and said, "Honeysuckle, geranium, poisonous grass, ghost needle grass, and peony bark are two qian each, boiled in water and taken, it can detoxify." .”

This voice was very young, calm and familiar, and Wen Changqing didn't know why, but just listening to him, his heart involuntarily settled down.

He said hoarsely, "Thank you."

The man handed him over to the disciple Chunjun who came in a hurry, he seemed to smile lightly, and said, "No need."

With his help, Wen Changqing circulated his internal energy for a week, and his chest distress eased a little, but he didn't care about the hands of others supporting him. He kept his eyes on the man's back, watching him walk away, but instead of descending to the terrace, he walked towards the ring.

On the stage.

Xue Qinglan stood leaning on his sword. He had just been stabbed in the heart by Wen Changqing for no reason. After the rage, there was still blood dripping underneath, which was really hurting others and himself.

He was too lazy to care about other people's life and death, he was deeply bored, he just wanted to finish the game and leave early, and he didn't want to look at Chun Junpai again.

Footsteps approached, and a gray-clothed man in a bamboo hat came onto the stage.His clothes are rough, and he has nothing on his body except the sword in his hand, even the iron sword is tattered.His shabby appearance is so conspicuous that it has become a characteristic, and there is probably no other person in the audience who is so poor.

Xue Qinglan was bored, but still remembered what she was doing, glanced at him lightly, and said, "You are not from the Chunjun sect."

Such a person who appeared out of nowhere got involved in the dispute between the two factions without saying hello. I don't know if he went wrong or his life was too long.Even the elders and seniors of various sects showed strange expressions on their faces, and whispered to each other: "Who is this person?"

Someone in the Swaggering Villa recognized him, but Long Jing suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction where he first appeared.

The man raised his hand to take off the bamboo hat, his voice was not high, but with the internal force as deep as the sea, it spread throughout the Chengtai Terrace.

"Chun Jun's disciple, Yue Chi, has come to seek advice from Protector Xue."

Wen Heng used to think a lot, his brows were always gloomy, and even his handsome face was as cold as frost and snow, making it difficult for people to get close to him; now he has achieved great feats, is open-minded, and has a kind of demeanor that doesn't worry about anything. It is coated with a layer of bright and clean, which makes it more elegant. Now it is standing calmly on the high platform. Although it is wearing a gray robe and cloth shirt, it is still supernatural.

Wen Changqing didn't come up in one breath, and almost pouted on the spot.

Xue Qinglan felt as if someone had poured cold water on her head for three or nine days. All of a sudden, her bones and blood froze, and even her heartbeat stopped.

The startle was so urgent and ferocious that even though he lost his mind, his muscles were stiff and tense, and the sword in his hand was held firmly, and he didn't drop it to the ground because of the agitation of his mind.

Wen Heng saw with his own eyes that he swept away two Chunjun disciples and wounded Wen Changqing, and heard many rumors about him with his own ears. When he stepped into this arena, his mind was still in a mess.After four years of not seeing each other, the good boy suddenly became an evil heretic, and everyone felt a little suspicious and puzzled.

But when he stood opposite Xue Qinglan and saw those cold star-like eyes, the unfamiliarity he hadn't seen in these years, the hesitation caused by rumors, the melancholy of the past... All the folds all smoothed out spontaneously and turned into spring breeze and drizzle The same, long-lost but familiar tenderness.

He stared at Xue Qinglan peacefully, his tone was the same as before, he didn't blame him, he didn't change his connivance, and he could always take his uneasiness and helplessness in his hands properly.

"Qinglan, brother is late."