Chun Feng Du Jian

How could it be him?

Anyone is good, why is it him?

Xue Qinglan thought in a daze.At this moment, even if Xue Ci came alive in front of him, I am afraid that he would not be so panicked, like his chest being cut open by a sword, and his rotten heart, liver and heart were no longer covered up, completely exposed to the broad daylight.

"……It's you."

Wen Heng saw his mouth shape, originally he wanted to call "senior brother", but he swallowed the word abruptly, and it turned into a question full of blood and resentment.

"it's me."

Wen Heng took a step forward, Xue Qinglan took a step back almost at the same time without thinking, he stopped, as if he was afraid of shocking someone, and calmly said: "It's been a long time, are you okay?"

Xue Qinglan should be new this year.He is different from Wen Heng. When he was on Yueying Mountain, Wen Heng's appearance was basically fixed. Over the years, there have been some slight changes, but Xue Qinglan has grown from a young boy to a young man who is only half a head shorter than Wen Heng, with more and more handsome features. , when he stood still there, he looked like a beautiful jade statue, which was worthy of the four-character commentary Wen Heng gave him in the past.

It's just that the world has mellowed, and the peculiar clearness of young people on him has long since disappeared, there is often a frosty color between his brows, and his whole body is pale and lifeless.It seems that the black robe is not a living person, but a piece of ice, a handful of cold iron, whether he is facing a person or a ghost, whether he will stab someone or be smashed by others, are not enough to make him change his face a little. color.

Even facing Wen Heng at this moment, he was so emotional that he wanted to eat himself back, but his face was still bloodless, and there was no intense expression.

"I have Mr. Lao Yue in my arms."

He didn't answer whether it was good or not, and moved his eyes away from Wen Heng's face a little, moved his stiff five fingers without any trace, and held the hilt of the sword again.

This scene seems to go back to a few years ago, when Wen Heng first met Xue Qinglan who refused to be thousands of miles away.

The person who was willing to open his arms to him raised thorns all over his body, and said coldly: "This is a competition between the Chuxingxing Sect and the Chunjun Sect. Mr. Yue is no longer a Chunjun disciple. Please go down and replace him with someone else." .”

It has been a long time since Wen Heng experienced such a sense of loss when he stepped on the ground. He was not angry, but only regretful.The clear blue sky in summer, the lush green trees all over the mountains and fields, and all the vivid scenery in the eyes all cast a layer of darkness on the state of mind at this time.

He said unhurriedly: "Four years ago, I was not selected as a direct disciple and was sent to Zhanchuan City as an introductory disciple. If the Chunjun Sect didn't expel me, I should still be considered a Chunjun disciple now."

Xue Qinglan was immediately annoyed by him: "To win today, the Chunjun Sect and the Chuixing Sect must go. Even if the person standing in front of me is you, I will never, no, hand, soft."

Wen Heng's affection for the Chunjun faction was not very deep, but the Chunjun faction, especially Yuquan Peak, had been kind to him after all, and he was willing to help him when he was in trouble.Today Chui Xingzong is going to use the Chunjun faction as a raft, and half of his face has already been lost. If he backs down again, the hundred-year-old Jianzong will be completely disgraced.

"Xue Hufa, I don't believe that with your eyesight, you can't see the abnormality of the Chunjun sect." Wen Heng said indifferently, "The Chuixing sect wants to fight for a place in the martial arts, so they come to fight with dignity. Taking advantage of others' danger is not a gentleman That's why, just now, this Protector Lu kept saying that the number one in the world cannot convince the public, so could it be possible that the noble sect will be able to convince the public by doing so?"

When he said this, he turned his head to Lu Hongyi, and his voice spread across the square, as if he was questioning the members of the Chuxingxing Sect, rather than scolding Xue Qinglan directly.

He didn't want to be at odds with Xue Qinglan, this small gesture was Wen Heng's selfishness.

But Xue Qinglan didn't understand, he only saw Wen Heng turned his head away, his face was cold, as if he didn't want to look at him again, every word was upright and awe-inspiring, making him look like a clown, ridiculous and sad.

Back then on Yueying Mountain, Wen Heng treated him like a brother like a father, although he was full of connivance on weekdays, he was never ambiguous in terms of righteousness.Xue Qinglan has been taught by him for many days, so he naturally knows Wen Heng's likes and dislikes. However, when he looks at himself at this moment, what he said and did since he came to Siyou Mountain is completely contrary to what Wen Heng taught in the past.

Even his biological parents, whose original master was still alive, probably thought that he had already changed his temperament, that he was a despicable villain with a heart for the Demon Sect and no distinction between good and evil.

"Mr. Yue is confident in his swordsmanship, so he doesn't put others in his eyes." Xue Qinglan turned his wrist lightly, the sword edge slanted against the cold light, his cheeks were tense, as if he had clenched his teeth, and said coldly, "I really think that Am I afraid to kill you?"

Wen Heng's gaze shifted from his face to the tip of the sword, somehow he sighed, nodded and said, "Then I'll come and learn about Protector Xue's brilliant moves."

Having said that, he didn't draw his sword, and just stood there defenseless, like a live target waiting to be stabbed, without saying a word, it was more powerful than a thousand words.

Xue Qinglan moved suddenly, his figure swayed so fast that he turned into a phantom.

In the blink of an eye, he was still far away from Wen Heng, and in just a split second, the tip of the sharp sword pierced through the wind, hitting Wen Heng's left chest exactly, right where his heart was—

But no more progress.

Wen Heng sighed again.

The coarse cloth clothes that Xia Ri wore were very thin and not strong. Xue Qinglan held a sharp sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword was aimed at his heart, but he didn't even cut his clothes, and he didn't even feel any pain.

"You."

Reluctantly, he reached out to grasp the edge of the sword.Xue Qinglan was attacking with all his strength, but at the critical moment, he held back his energy. Just when he was about to strike, he was frightened by Wen Heng's action, and his energy immediately burst into the gate, pouring it all into the sword. The fine steel sword in his hand couldn't resist, and broke into two pieces with a "click".

A small piece of iron fell to Wen Heng's feet, Xue Qinglan drew his sword and shook his hand, and the other half of the broken sword flew out, nailed three inches into the ground with a clang, and the hilt was still trembling.

His complexion was extremely ugly, he was pitifully pale, obviously he had forcibly withdrew his strength, and was backlashed by internal force, he refused to say a word to Wen Heng, and jumped off the Chengtai Terrace.

The two of them were talking on the stage, except for the few words that were deliberately loud, only each other could hear everything else.The people below watched in bewilderment as the two chatted on the ring for a long time, thinking that they would fight like flying sand, rocks and blood, but who knew that Xue Qinglan was defeated as soon as he made a move.

Although no one saw clearly how his sword broke, since he walked down the terrace, it meant that he was the first to admit defeat in this competition.

That's Xue Qinglan who had many quarrels with Yuquan Peak of the Chunjun School and injured the "Haoran Sword" Qin Ling!

What is the origin of Yue Chi of the Pure Jun Sect? !

Not only the tyrants of the rivers and lakes present were confused, but even many disciples of the Chunjun Sect also asked this question.

Wen Changqing asked someone to help him down, he was the only one who came to Yuquan Peak, and the other disciples were either from other peaks or newcomers, and none of them had seen Wen Heng.On the contrary, the two elders and Yu Junchen still had a little impression of him, but they were already very indifferent. Seeing Wenheng came forward to save the scene, they were both pleasantly surprised and a little apprehensive.

Meng Feixue, the elder of Minghe Peak, asked Wen Changqing in a low voice: "Hasn't Yue Chi disappeared long ago? Why did he come out suddenly? I remember that he seems to have something bad about him. What are his chances of winning against Shangchui Xingzong?"

"Uncle Master, you have seen the situation at that time, so there is no time to ask so many questions." Wen Changqing said helplessly, "Junior Brother Yue used to have some problems with meridians and could not practice internal skills. Sent to Zhanchuan City, disappeared not long after..."

It has been half a month since the news of Zhanchuan City was reported to Yueying Mountain, and then fell into the ears of everyone in Yuquan Peak.A small outer sect disciple is naturally not worthy of the Chunjun faction's strife for him. Only Liao Changxing still remembers this matter and asked someone to investigate, but there is no reply.

Gradually, the name Yue Chi was no longer mentioned, and a living person just disappeared from the world without a sound. No one saw him, no one suspected him, and no one remembered him.

Later, if Xue Qinglan hadn't come to the door, had conflicts with Yuquanfeng repeatedly, and blamed Wen Heng's disappearance on the Chunjun faction, Wen Changqing would have almost forgotten that Yuquanfeng had such a junior.

Although they were often tormented by this, Wen Changqing sometimes thought to himself that this is not all a bad thing. If one day he disappears, no one is alive or dead, he would rather someone remember him with such fierce hatred , is better than being like a nameless ghost, unfettered in the world and forgotten by everyone.

On the south side of Chengtai Terrace, Xue Qinglan's gait was a little unsteady when he landed, and his subordinates wanted to come to help him, but he raised his hand and waved away, and he stood firm.Lu Hongyi folded his arms and watched from the side, showing no sense of camaraderie to his colleagues, and said with a smile: "It's really strange today, it's rare for Guardian Xue to stumble."

Xue Qinglan closed her eyes and practiced kung fu to heal her injuries, so she didn't bother to talk to her.

Lu Hongyi's expression didn't change, but her smile deepened, and she ordered to the subordinates behind her, "Go up and get someone else to come down. I'm very curious, who is the one who can teach our sect Protector Xue how to break a halberd?"

The corners of her lips were slightly raised, but there was no smile in her bright and charming eyes. Her gaze was like a poisonous snake's letter, sweeping across Xue Qinglan's body, showing a bit of prey for no reason.

She finished the second half of the sentence in a soft voice: "If you can't kick that man off Chengtai, you don't have to come back."

Xue Qinglan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she opened her eyes.