Chun Feng Du Jian

What Wen Heng said later, Xue Qinglan can't remember clearly, when he woke up from the trance, the two had already walked to the door of the inn.

Wen Heng put away the umbrella, his back was completely soaked, and his clothes stuck to his body, outlining the graceful outline of his shoulders and waist. was drenched.

"Two rooms, bring hot water as soon as possible." Xue Qinglan threw an ingot of silver on the cabinet, Xiaoer led the way attentively, opened the two adjacent guest rooms for the two of them, and said respectfully: "Guest officer, sit down a little, cook Prepare hot water, and it will be brought to you. What else can the guest officer order?"

Wen Heng shook his head to indicate that nothing happened, Xue Qinglan glanced at him, then turned to Xiaoer and said, "Go to the tailor shop on the west street and ask them to prepare another robe according to the size of the guest officer just now. Clothes, boots, and socks. Be quick."

Xiao Er took the order and left, and there were only the two of them left in the corridor.Xue Qinglan stood beside Wen Heng, but was speechless.The conversation in the rain just now seemed to have exhausted his solitary courage in trying to open his heart, and he came up with shame and belatedly.Wen Heng was condescending, took a full view of the hesitation between his brows, and took the lead to enter the door with consideration: "It's still early, go and rest for a while, and go find you after I take a bath."

After a few hectares of hot water arrived, Wen Heng took off his clothes and went into the bath, closing his eyes and resting in the warm water.Many thoughts turned in my mind one after another. Now that Xue Qinglan has found it, the most important thing has settled down. Next is the Chunjun Sect and the Luming Escort. I don't know what Fan Yang has become in the past few years.After meeting old friends, there will be Chun Junjian entrusted by Gu Chuifang, and Feng Baoyi, the mortal enemy of Su Youfeng and his disciples...the capital must go. Back then, I was too hasty to leave home, and I didn’t have time to study many things. .

After an unknown amount of time, someone knocked on the door outside. Wen Heng thought it was the waiter delivering clothes, and raised his voice, "Come in".When the footsteps approached, he realized something was wrong when he heard the sound of footsteps: "Qinglan? Why are you here?"

The upper room in this small town inn didn't even have a screen, only a green gauze curtain was hung on the partition to barely cover the inside.Wen Heng soaked in the wooden barrel with his back facing the door. From where Xue Qinglan was standing, he could see a small piece of shoulder above the edge of the barrel through the hazy veil.The dark red scar started from the right shoulder, crossed the shoulder blade, and was submerged in the water. Although it was an old scar, it still looked shocking on the fair skin.

Xue Qinglan put the bundle in his hand on the table, turned his face away, and said, "I've brought you clothes, you don't need to get up, I'll leave after a few words."

With the veil behind it, Wen Heng wasn't afraid of being seen by him, but he felt a little awkward in his heart: "What?"

Xue Qinglan said: "In the past few years, I have collected some information about Chun Junjian, and I also tried to find out about Nie Zhu. The fake sword that was stolen four years ago is still missing, but the real sword from more than 30 years ago is still there. Some eyebrows."

"Huh?" Wen Heng sat up straight, "Say it."

"The Chuixing Sect is located in Luwei Mountain, Muzhou. There is a large lake at the foot of the mountain, named Xiji Lake. It is a secret place of the sect. It is heavily guarded and ordinary people are not allowed to enter. I only found out after I went to the Chuixing Sect. There is a vast underground palace at the bottom of the lake, which is said to be the birthplace of martial arts in this sect. Is this saying familiar?" Xue Qinglan said, "I inquired about it again in the sect, and I heard that the Chui Xing sect also has one. The famous ancestral sword is called "Fengyue". Although Fang Wujiu doesn't use it, he treasures it very much and has been hiding it in the underground palace. I only found a chance to go in last year to take a look. The sword is very special. It's similar, you'll recognize it when you see it."

"This sword is cast in one piece. The material is not ordinary gold and iron. It is black with silver in it. It is quite heavy. The sword is engraved with 'Fengyue' on the front, and there is an etched pattern on the back. It is very fine, but I can't tell what the pattern is."

"Afterwards, I ordered people to look for similar swords everywhere. I got limited income. I only heard from a thief who had already washed his hands in the gold basin. Seeing the appearance of this sword, it is roughly similar to Fengyue."

"In the palace..." Wen Heng murmured, "In the palace again?"

Xue Qinglan got up and said: "That's all I know. That 'Nie Zhu' is really hard to find. After so many years, he may have died long ago."

Wen Heng suddenly asked incoherently: "You know so much about Nie Ying, is it because his surname is Nie?"

Xue Qinglan froze for a moment, her mouth seemed to say "no", but she didn't make a sound, she just said: "Anyway, Gu Chuifang only wants you to find Chunjunjian, it doesn't matter whether Nie Zhu lives or dies."

Wen Heng realized in his heart, sighed, and said, "Thank you. You have worked hard these years."

Xue Qinglan said that this was not to ask him for credit, so she responded indifferently, hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't hold back, and asked, "The injury on your back...what's going on?"

Wen Heng turned his head and glanced over his shoulder, from the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of frowning between his brows, he seemed to be worried, and pretended to be relaxed and said: "When I first learned Qinggong, I didn't fall very much, and I got hung up on a tree branch, it's already healed. "

He said lightly, but in fact he stumbled from the rock wall and fell into the pile of rocks, and was almost pierced by the stone. Fortunately, Su Youfeng went back in time and saved his life.But at that time, Wen Heng had just practiced the "Ling Xiao Zhen Jing", and was affected by this wound while performing the exercises, and his right arm was almost disabled. He didn't feel it for half a year, but fortunately he recovered later.

"Yeah." Xue Qinglan didn't know whether to believe it or not, and said calmly, "There is nothing else. You wash slowly, I will go first."

The door was gently closed, and the footsteps went away. Wen Heng leaned back halfway, leaned against the wall of the bathtub, and let out a breath slowly.

He still took the past four years too lightly.

Xue Qinglan could even vent his anger on the Chunjun faction without reason, so how could he easily give up looking for Wen Heng?Furthermore, didn't he suspect for a moment that it was Wen Heng who broke his promise and abandoned him?Finding Chun Junjian was Wen Heng's task, and had nothing to do with him, so he didn't have to worry about it.However, he has been painstakingly searching for the whereabouts of Chun Junjian all these years, how much of it is to fulfill Wen Heng's wish?

How much is hopeless hope—hope that Wen Heng is also looking for Chun Junjian, as long as he persists in searching, he will meet Wen Heng one day?

The hot water gradually became warmer in his silent meditation.Wen Heng got up and pulled the cloth towel to dry off, then opened the gauze curtain to get a change of clothes.After he changed his clothes, he found that there was still a heavy small bag in the cloth bag. When he opened it, he found that there were more than ten gold ingots and about 50 taels of silver in it.

A small scroll was mixed in the pile of silver. Wen Heng picked it out and flattened it. On it was Xue Qinglan's handwriting: "Brother, don't say goodbye to the expenses of the carriage and horses. If you have something important, you can take a wine glass to the Anping pawnshop to ask for thanks to the third treasurer. See you soon, brother."

Wen Heng held the sword all the year round, holding the light and insignificant paper in his hand, which was as steady as Mount Tai, unexpectedly trembled uncontrollably.

With a gloomy face like a dark cloud, he dropped his burden and hurried out the door. He knocked on the door next door several times, but no one answered.A heart sank deeper and deeper, Wen Heng raised his leg and kicked open the door, the room was really clean, without a single belonging, only the two windows were wide open against the wind.

The cool wind and drizzle fell into the house, looking at the water marks on the ground, Xue Qinglan had been gone for a while.

Wen Heng was dazzled by his dependence and care. He didn't expect this little brat to change his mind. Not only did he learn to drink, but he also learned to sneak away when he wasn't prepared!

He originally thought that if he could speak clearly, he would be able to stay with him for at least a day or two, but now it seems that he underestimated Xue Qinglan's concerns and overestimated his own weight.

Wen Heng stood silently by the window for a while, then turned and went back to his room.

On the second day of the Sword Discussion Conference, neither Hufa Xue of Chuxingxingzong nor Yue Chi, a disciple of Chunjun who was born in the sky, showed up. The martial arts heroes who were waiting to see the good show were disappointed, and the disciples of Chunjun School also showed regret.But Wen Changqing said: "He retreated at this moment, so it can be seen that he didn't come here to make a name for himself. Maybe Yue Chi didn't intend to show his face at first, but he stepped forward to protect the reputation of our faction."

Meng Feixue also nodded and said: "Although he is not in this sect, he is still thinking of old kindness. He is a good boy who values ​​love and righteousness."

Wen Changqing didn't know what to think, and said with a wry smile: "If he had been forced to stay back then, there would be no such things in the future. It's really a trick of luck."

Just as he was talking, he saw that the competition on the stage had come to an end, and the disciple from the Swagger Villa won.The swordsmanship of the Dragon Realm is quite profound, and he is a handsome gentleman like Zhilan Yushu. Now that he has won the top spot, who would not praise him as a "young hero"?It's just that everyone's nature is a little dissatisfied. After seeing Xue Qinglan and Wen Heng's swordsmanship yesterday, and then looking at the Dragon Realm, he felt almost meaningless. It seemed that his "No. [-] in the world" was a mistake.

Some people only think about this kind of thought in their hearts, while some people prefer to talk about it, bringing it out while speaking, which makes everyone in the Zhaoyao Villa very breathless.Longjing himself didn't think so, but some young disciples couldn't bear it, and immediately rushed out with swords in their hands, looking for the Chunjun faction to discuss it.

The performance of the Chunjun Sect the day before yesterday could be described as weak and deceitful. If it hadn’t been for Wen Heng’s rescue, I’m afraid it would have been defeated in the first round. Afterwards, although the disciples detoxified and healed their injuries and recovered their martial arts, they were worn out after all. He stopped in fourth place and was defeated by Swagger Villa.In this way, Zhaoyao Villa is clearly superior to the Chunjun faction in every game, but it seems to be inferior to the Chunjun faction in every way in other people's mouths, how can this not make people angry?

Not to mention that they had a little quarrel with that Yue Chi when they first came to the peak.

The two factions originally had a good relationship, but the rumors poked people's lungs and invisibly provoked the relationship between the two parties.Swagger Villa thinks very highly of itself, and doesn't want to care about those idlers in the world, so as not to lower their status, they only choose the Chunjun faction to vent their anger, and they also consider that the noise is the noise, and the Chunjun faction must not want to tear their faces completely.

Wen Changqing was resting well in the guest room when he suddenly heard a chaotic noise outside the door.He pricked up his ears, and only heard a few nonsense words like "the skills are not as good as others, but they still chew their tongues", "I beat them when I refused to accept it", "behind my back, I was struck by lightning", and I don't know why these people are going crazy.

He opened the door and went out, only to see a group of ostentatious disciples yelling and cursing loudly in the yard, and Chunjun's disciples on the other side were filled with righteous indignation, eager to roll up their sleeves and beat people up.

"What's going on here?"

Before he could open his mouth to ask a question, someone spoke first.A young disciple wearing an ocher robe came from the other end of the veranda, with a gentle smile on his face, and said politely: "Dear guests, the time of the year has come, our sect has prepared delicious food and wine, please move to the Juxia Hall for the banquet .”

When Wen Changqing heard this voice, his heart moved, and he hesitated secretly: "Li Zhi?"

The author has something to say: Capriciousness is a necessary professional quality for the guardians of the Demon Cult.

[Organize the plot, three chapters will be updated this week, and five chapters will be updated next week]