Chun Feng Du Jian

"All right."

In the stunned silence that filled the room, Wen Heng stretched out his hand to wrap around Xue Qinglan's knife-holding hand, pulled him away gently with his strength, and smoothed things over casually: "Let's not talk about it for now, it's important to get down to business, my lord should do it sooner rather than later." If you make a decision, you can restore your freedom earlier."

His defensive movements were extremely natural, showing a kind of intimacy and familiarity that was definitely different from others.Xue Qinglan actually listened to him, went crazy when he said it, and accepted it when he said it, and was brought back behind him by Wen Heng without any struggle.

Master Jiu began to wonder if he had been cheated.

He glanced at the three of them with complicated emotions, and met Fan Yang's eyes, there was a trace of sympathetic pity in his eyes, and he felt chills all over his body, thinking that none of these three people was a fuel-efficient lamp.

As the saying goes, the strong are more powerful than the strong, and the wicked will be punished by the wicked. He humiliated those famous and righteous families in Shiyue Prison that day, and he really suffered retribution today.

"I know where Chun Junjian is, and I can take you there." Master Ninth sighed, and said with relief, "But I want to protect myself, and I must not reveal half of what happened today."

This person is actually a bit strange. As one of the nine masters in Ouchi, he is first-class in kung fu, wrist and intelligence. He should be a very difficult enemy, but Wen Heng has dealt with him twice. There was a subtle feeling of being let go by him raising his hand.It's like a clever and naughty student who clearly has the power to win, but refuses to put his heart into it. It makes people wonder whether he is purely passive and slack, or he has other calculations in mind.

Wen Heng nodded in agreement, and said, "This is natural."

He unlocked the remaining acupoints for Master Ninth, so that he could barely stand and walk. The four of them walked through the inner study hall and walked along intricate paths to a small and exquisite courtyard.This main hall is called Yongcuizhai, which was originally the place where the emperor studied when he was young.Several people entered through the main entrance, Wen Heng polished the fire, and saw a huge map of mountains and seas hanging on the wall of the hall. , displaying two long swords without scabbards.

Wen Heng gave an "um" in doubt: "Why are there two swords?"

He walked closer and took a closer look, and saw that the sword fruit was as Xue Qinglan said before, it was made of invisible metal, the blade reflected a streamer like a golden thread under the firelight, and the spine of the sword was engraved with twists and turns. pattern.One of the inscriptions is exactly "Chun Jun", and the other inscription is somewhat difficult to read, it seems to be the word "Xuanyuan".

Wen Heng picked up the Chunjun sword, but felt it was heavy. He used to use iron swords, and the heavy sword was not easy to use, so he wrapped it in cloth and carried it on his back. Master Jiu watched his movements from behind, and suddenly faintly Said: "You have studied the Lingxiao Mantra and you have the Wujin Token, but you don't know the origin and purpose of the Chunjun Sword, or even that it has similar swords. Are you a disciple of Buxu Palace?"

After Chunjun sword was in his hand, Wen Heng had something on his mind, and replied truthfully: "The master is indeed Kunlun Buxu Palace's sect, but taking back this sword is to return it to its original owner, not Buxu Palace's intention."

"Chunjun Sect?" The Ninth Master was stunned for a moment before realizing who the "original owner" was: "This sword has been hidden in the palace for 30 years, and even the head of the Chunjun Sect may not know that the treasure of his own town sect is fake. Who told you that?"

"The former elder of the Chunjun Sect, Gu Chuifang Gu Grand Master of the 'Canghai Hanging Sword'." Wen Heng asked him back, "You said that the Chunjun Sword was in the palace 30 years ago. Who is Zhu'? Is he an undercover agent sent by the palace? Who is behind him?"

The Nine Masters said: "I was just born 30 years ago, how do I know? But you, since you were entrusted by Gu Chuifang, you must already know the ins and outs of the Chunjun Sect's underground palace?"

Jian Wenheng nodded, Master Ninth sneered suddenly, and said mockingly: "No wonder you don't know everything when you ask a question. It turns out that he didn't tell you the truth at all."

Xue Qinglan and Fan Yang who were standing next to him were taken aback when they heard the words, but Wen Heng said calmly: "That's right. But how do you know that he is deliberately concealing it, rather than being ignorant like me?"

"If he really had a pure heart, he wouldn't have waited 30 years for someone to retrieve the Chunjun sword." Master Ninth seemed to be tired, half-closed his eyelids, and said lazily by the door, "Forget it, you won't understand if you talk too much. It's late, since you got the sword, hurry up and leave."

Wen Heng suddenly took a step forward, his voice sank in the dark night, as if being sent by the wind from the past: "I still have a question—"

"Back then... why did King Qing die? Who killed him?"

Master Ninth took a step back into the shadows where the light of the fire could not reach, his face was gloomy and unclear: "Why are you asking this?"

Wen Heng didn't explain, didn't give in, just said: "I want to know."

"He committed the great crime of deceiving the emperor." The Ninth Master raised his finger and pointed to the door. "Under the osmanthus tree in front of the court, according to the emperor's decree, the five inner guards worked together to restrain him."

"Just use the 'Xuan Yuan' beside you to pierce your heart with a single sword."

Before he finished speaking, a gust of wind swept past his eyes, and Master Ninth suddenly jumped up with all his strength, and rushed towards Duobaojia, who was a step away from him.This came so suddenly, Xue Qinglan and Fan Yang were all focused on the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in front of the court, they were caught off guard, and no one watched him.The heavy wooden shelf suddenly fell to the other side after being hit like this, and the shelf full of curios was smashed into pieces, and even the tables, chairs and screens next to it were also affected. In the blink of an eye, half of the hall seemed to have collapsed There is a mess everywhere.

This movement was enough to wake up all the guards in the vicinity three times. Before the ninth master was dead or alive, Xue Qinglan rushed to grab Wen Heng's hand, and staggered Wen Heng who was still in shock: "Go!"

In a blink of an eye, bright torches lit up outside, human voices, footsteps, clashes of weapons, friction of armors, gathered into a torrent of noise, quickly approaching Yongcuizhai.The three of them flew over the eaves, jumped onto the roof, and ran away from the palace along the way they came. However, this time is not as easy as it was when they came here. Soon he was discovered by the guards and shouted: "The thief is fleeing westward, chase him!"

For a moment, arrows were raining and flying around, Xue Qinglan dragged Wen Heng, who was out of his mind, while fleeing, but at the same time guarded against stabbing people in the back, really flustered.The closer the palace gate was, the more guards there were. Seeing that they were not far from the palace wall, the pursuers rushed up behind them. Feathered arrows flew past the corners of their clothes. Xue Qinglan jumped down from the roof with Wen Heng, and Fan Yang was behind. Suddenly shouted anxiously: "Be careful!"

Three Lianzhu crossbows aimed at the back of Wen Heng's heart and shot away, just as the two of them were in mid-air, with nowhere to focus on the soles of their feet, the arrows came very fast, and there was nowhere to hide.Xue Qinglan listened to the voice to identify the position, reacted very quickly, and pulled Wen Heng aside fiercely, and the two switched pairs, unexpectedly trying to protect him even if he was injured.

Fan Yang gasped in astonishment behind him, but Xue Qinglan's heart was unprecedentedly clear.He heard the piercing wind screaming approaching, and just as he was about to bite his teeth, a soft force suddenly came from his waist.

Wen Heng finally came to his senses, took him back and drew his sword.The black cloth slipped down, and the pure Jun sword's blade seemed to be plated with gold under the moonlight. Only three crisp sounds of "ding ding ding" were heard, and the arrow tip hit the sword body, and was bounced off by Wen Heng's luck, flying in the opposite direction. Go out and nail it deep into the wooden pillars in front of the temple.

The pursuers frightened him to a halt, and the two of them landed on a low roof. Fan Yang arrived immediately and led the way. Xue Qinglan was in the middle, and Wen Heng shook his long sword to block the rain of arrows. After rushing out of the palace, he didn't stay in the city too much. He went out of the city overnight and found the three horses that Fan Yang had prepared outside the city early today.

They left the city full of noise and killing behind them, and the wilderness outside the city was dark and quiet. At this time, the stars and the moon were bright and clear, the river was in the sky, and the night wind was blowing over the face and clothes. It was indescribably cool and pleasant. I was able to stop for a while and catch my breath.

Xue Qinglan breathed a sigh of relief, untied her face scarf, and looked a little dazed: "Brother Heng?"

Wen Heng held the sword in one hand, and said calmly: "It's nothing."

Under the hazy moonlight, even if he didn't cover his face, his expression couldn't be seen clearly, only the corners of his lips were tightly drawn, revealing a restrained indifference.

Xue Qinglan didn't know whether Wen Heng was troubled by the words of Master Nine before he left, or was annoyed by his actions in a dangerous situation just now. In short, he is in a bad mood now, and maybe he needs to be quiet, so he consciously backed away for a while. step, said in a low voice: "It's fine, I—"

Before he finished speaking, Wen Heng suddenly raised his arms to hug him back, and leaned slightly close to his ear.

Fan Yang immediately turned his head to look no evil.

"I'm not good. I was almost tired and you put yourself in danger." Wen Heng hugged him, his slender fingers fell on the back of his neck, and the warmth enveloped Xue Qinglan's half body like a shadow, making people's hearts soften into a ball of fluff, "It can't be like this again Yes, little madman."

It's not that Xue Qinglan has never been called a lunatic before, he is used to it, but this is the first time someone has added the word "small" in front of it, which sounds non-blame, but it seems that there is nothing to do with him, and he is reluctant to beat and scold him. There is a bit of intimacy in it that makes the heart curl up.

His madness tonight has not been restrained, his chin rests on Wen Heng's shoulder, and he smiles a little frivolously: "It's not the first time I've gone crazy, haven't you gotten used to it yet?"

Wen Heng sighed: "Not yet, when I get used to it, sooner or later I will arrest you and beat you hard."

Xue Qinglan's smile froze, and he asked dryly, "How ruthless?"

"Why do you ask that? Are you still holding back something bad and didn't tell me?" Wen Heng said, "Is it hard enough to beat you so hard that you can't get out of bed for three days?"

Xue Qinglan: "..."

Fan Yang cleared his throat loudly and quietly, interrupted the whispering of the two, turned his back to the sky and said: "Young Master, Protector Xue, there are many mosquitoes outside, should we find a place to stay in case the officers and soldiers will be killed tomorrow?" Chase?"

His mourning was too obvious, the two looked at each other and smiled, Wen Heng let go of his hand, and said to Fan Yang: "You are right, let's go."

In the dead of night, it is not easy for them to go to the village to spend the night. Fortunately, there is a long farewell pavilion more than ten miles away in the suburbs of Beijing, where they can temporarily stop.Fan Yang had been worried and worried all night, and now it was finally over. He sat on the floor in a casual manner, and fell asleep leaning on a pillar not long after.Xue Qinglan couldn't sleep, she opened her eyes and looked at the stars for a while, then suddenly turned her head to the side as if feeling something, and met Wen Heng's quiet eyes.

"What's the matter?" Wen Heng's voice was low and soft, "I have to hurry tomorrow, let's sleep for a while."

Xue Qinglan shook her head slightly, touched his hand to hold it, and finally made up her mind after a while, and said slowly: "Brother Heng, I can't go with you."