Chun Feng Du Jian

To say it was a coincidence would be too much of a coincidence.

Wen Heng asked Liao Changxing suspiciously: "I remember that the bones and lotuses of the ancestors are enshrined in the Survival Hall of the main peak. Why is the previous master buried alone in Linqiu Peak?"

Liao Changxing seems to be a dignified character, but he has a special advantage: he is familiar with all kinds of anecdotes and allusions in his sect, and he knows the 200-year history of the Chunjun School like the back of his hand. It has been acquiesced that he is the future successor, Lijintang has snatched him to be the hall master long ago.

So Wen Heng really asked, Liao Changxing thought about it for a moment, and replied: "The grand master's spiritual tablet is indeed enshrined in the Cunsheng Hall. The tomb in Beisonglin is a clothes tomb. According to the grand master's last will, two finger bones are buried inside." And some old things from his old man's house."

Wen Heng took a quick glance at Gu Chuifang's face, feeling a certain "really so" feeling in his heart, and asked for him, "Why are there two phalanxes?"

Liao Changxing said: "I'm not too sure about this, Grand Master's right hand has only four fingers, one part should belong to Grand Master, but I don't know who the other part belongs to."

When the two of them talked, Han Nanfu and the other elders listened with their ears open. It can be seen that no matter how old or young people are, they are generally curious about these rumors and anecdotes.

Wen Heng's guess in his heart has been tested eight or nine points, and he called softly: "Uncle Grand Master?"

Gu Chuifang stood with her head down, her white hair fluttering, like an old dead tree, her fashionable and straight back from the underground palace seemed to be slightly bent in these few short sentences.The lost old days came rushing in like a tidal wave, instantly breaking down the indifference and self-sufficiency piled up in 30 years of captivity.

The forgiveness that made him wait half his life had already been waiting outside the door. As long as he was willing to cast aside his paranoia and break free from the cage made of painting, even if he took a single step, the ending today might be different.

But he is too cowardly.

Gu Chuifang raised his sleeve, revealing a pale and skinny right hand - he didn't need to say a word, the ferocious cut on the edge of the palm is the best proof.

Rao Han Nanfu and others are all disciples of Zheng Lian. They have seen his severed finger and heard the story of "two phalanxes", but now they see where the other phalanx comes from, and they can't help but gasp Take a breath.

"Uncle, this... what is going on?"

Gu Chuifang's calm state of mind for many years has turned into a mess, he has no time to devote even a little attention to these Zheng Lian's apprentices, he just casts his dazed and confused eyes to the north, and there is even an unawareness in his tone Pleading and contrite, murmured: "Take me...to meet him."

Han Nanfu originally prepared a full stomach of manuscripts, intending to persuade Wen Heng to return to Chunjun's sect with soft and hard tactics, but Wen Heng quietly invited an ancestor back for them.Being interrupted by Gu Chuifang, how could Han Nanfu still take care of Wen Heng, and hurriedly agreed: "Master, please come with me."

It was hot summer, the mountain was already cool, the pine forest was full of shade, and Zheng Lian's tomb was located, so it was even more desolate than other places.A group of people walked dozens of steps deep into the pine forest, and saw a lonely tomb standing between two pines and cypresses on the right hand. After decades of wind and rain, a thin layer of grass had grown on the surface of the tomb.

In front of the grave stands a simple wooden monument, the handwriting on it has long been blurred by the wind and rain.Gu Chuifang's legs seemed to be nailed to the ground, and it was difficult to move a step, and she knelt down straight towards the grave.

Trembling, he reached out to wipe off the floating dirt on the stele, carefully identified the ink marks that fell off, and barely made out the line of writing, which read "The Tomb of Zheng Lian, a traitor of the Chengmen".

Zheng Lian is the leader of Chunjun's school, and no junior dares to erect such an inscription for him. Han Nanfu was obviously afraid of Gu Chuifang's overthinking, so he hurriedly explained in a low voice: "This is Master, the old man himself..."

Gu Chuifang interrupted: "I know."

He knew that when Zheng Lian wrote this inscription, it was like every time he got into trouble and asked his senior brother to protect him. Although Zheng Lian scolded him, he would always take responsibility in front of his master and uncle, and take the lead in covering up his mistakes. on himself.Obviously he was the one who was saddened and let down, but Gu Chuifang was the unscrupulous villain who disregarded the friendship of the same sect and put the sect in danger.

His senior brother was an upright and straightforward gentleman who devoted himself to the Chunjun Sect during his lifetime, but after his death he divided his remains into two parts, one part was guarding Yueying Mountain, and the rest of his selfishness was given to him. The only failure in this life.

The man has passed away, but Yu Ze is still there, and the heroic spirit is not far away, still silently protecting his worrying little brother.

Gu Chuifang buried his head deeply, kowtowed to the ground, his throat overflowed with the sound of extremely mournful weeping, like a dry fallen leaf, trembling almost curled up, in the past 30 years, he imagined the picture of reunion thousands of times in his mind, It all turned into a bloody whimper in front of the grave.

"Brother..."

Wherever the wind blows, the pines roar.

Everyone accompanied Gu Chuifang to kneel in front of the grave for a moment, and in the end it was Han Nanfu who personally came forward to persuade him to take care of his condolences, and discussed how to clean up Gu Chuifang's residence, restore his status, and reopen Linqiu Peak to welcome the new elder.It's just that Gu Chuifang has no intention of leaving here, let alone living elsewhere, and said lightly to Han Nanfu: "I'm old and decayed, and I can't bear this important task. The leader has a heart."

Now that the imperial court is on the sidelines, Qin Ling, one of the elders, is seriously injured and retreating. The Chunjun faction is short of a powerful senior to sit in charge. Gu Chuifang is Zheng Lian's younger brother and a well-known senior in the world. There is no one more powerful than him. the right person.Han Nanfu intends to keep Gu Chuifang, so he is extraordinarily attentive and enthusiastic.

"Uncle Shi is an elder, he doesn't need to care about common affairs, he only spends his days on Linqiu Peak, and it is a great blessing for our school to be able to give some advice to the disciples in his free time. Waiting for a piece of filial piety, I hope my uncle will be fulfilled."

Gu Chuifang knelt in front of Zheng Lian's grave, and patiently pulled out the tiny weeds one by one. Hearing this, she was not moved. She pointed at Wen Heng and said, "Since the master said so, let this son Be the elder for me."

"How does this work!"

Everyone was astonished.Wen Heng is a disciple of Liao Changxing's generation, Gu Chuifang said so casually, Wen Heng will be the same generation as Han Nanfu and his former master Qin Ling, isn't this a mess of generations!

Wen Heng asked Gu Chuifang to come out of the mountain, only intending to return the Chunjun sword in front of everyone, to clarify the suspicion that the Chunjun sword was stolen four years ago, and to add a debt of favor to the Chunjun faction by the way, so that the headmaster will look after him. On the surface, don't bother Yuquanfeng; who would have thought that Gu Chuifang would sell him backhandedly.Wen Heng immediately thanked him politely: "Thank you for your love, Uncle Grand Master, but this junior left the Chunjun Sect four years ago, so he can no longer be regarded as a Chunjun Sect disciple, let alone get involved in the family affairs of the Chunjun Sect."

Gu Chuifang refused to give Han Nanfu a straight look, but raised his eyes to glance at him, and said indifferently: "You left the Chunjun Sect four years ago to find the Chunjun Sword for me, and there is a reason for it, now only one Chunjun disciple is missing Fame, if you recognize it in my name again, it’s all right.”

Wen Heng resolutely resigned: "To tell you the truth, Grand Master Uncle, in the past four years, this junior has already worshiped someone else as a teacher, so I really dare not do something like abandoning my teacher."

Gu Chuifang, however, seemed determined, and insisted: "You have gained half my life's power, so I can naturally be regarded as your other master, and I don't want you to abandon your original master and only entrust you to take care of the Chunjun School in the future, are you willing? "

Wen Heng raised his eyes and looked at Gu Chuifang, clearly seeing the determination in his eyes, a certain sense of uneasiness suddenly flashed across his heart, and he said in a voiceless voice: "Uncle Grand Master..."

Gu Chuifang stared closely at his eyes, which were so bright that they frightened people, and asked persistently, "Do you agree or not?"

The eyes of the head sect, the elders, and the accompanying disciples all fell on Wen Heng, and it was hard to tell how much of it was suspicion and fear, and how much was curiosity.When the incident happened suddenly, Wen Heng had no one to discuss, so he subconsciously turned his head and glanced at Liao Changxing, only to see Liao Changxing nod to him unobtrusively.

This is the meaning of persuading him to agree.

Wen Heng heaved a sigh of compromise, bowed his head in Gu Chuifang's direction, and said: "The Chunjun Party is kind to the juniors, even if the grand master doesn't order, the juniors should protect the reputation of the Chunjun School."

Seeing him let go, Gu Chuifang's frosty expression also loosened, and she turned her head and said to Han Nanfu in a warm voice: "The position of Elder Linqiufeng was set up by this sect to assist the head and protect the sect. The first elder is my master. The master passed on the position to me again. However, I have been away from the mountain for 30 years, and I have not made any achievements.

"Yue Zhi has my whole life's power, and brought back the Chunjun Sword for me. In my heart, he is no different from passing on the mantle, so I asked him to perform the responsibility of the Linqiu Peak Elder on my behalf. He has promised to take care of the Chunjun Sect for me, you You don't have to stick to your age and seniority, if you want to respect him, take it as a thank you to this child."

No one has ever heard of paying back the position of an elder—although Han Nanfu was muttering in his heart, but Wen Heng's contribution to the Chunjun Sect was far more than the Chunjun Sword, and now Gu Chuifang proposed such a generous condition , if he doesn't agree, if he tries to win Wen Heng over later, is it possible that he can make Wen Heng the elder of Yuquan Peak?

There was some emotion in his heart, and he cast his gaze at the other elders hesitantly.

Elders Jixue, Minghe, and Liuxia Sanfeng are all disciples of Zheng Lian, so they naturally have nothing to do with the uncle mentioned in the master's last instruction; although the elders of Yujiefeng are not handed down personally, the original fake sword was stolen during his succession ceremony Now that Wen Heng retrieved the real sword, it seems to have untied a knot in his heart that had been hidden for many years, and he has no objection to this matter; Liao Changxing is now the master of Yuquan Peak, and Wen Heng's superiority will have a lot of benefits for him but no harm. Don't even expect him to stand by his side.

Han Nanfu looked around like this, as if he was the only villain with selfish intentions, so why should he be a villain in vain?Thinking of this, Han Nanfu bowed to Gu Chuifang, and said: "Since it is the order of my uncle, the disciple should obey it. Linqiu Peak will reopen in a few days, so I invite Junior Brother Yue Chi to take over as the elder of Linqiu Peak."

Only then did Gu Chuifang nod in satisfaction, stood up on her knees, brushed the dust off her robe, stretched out her hand and said to others: "Here comes the sword."

Han Nanfu hurriedly untied his saber and offered it with both hands, Gu Chuifang took the long sword and said, "I have nothing to teach you, but I have devoted myself to comprehend a set of 'undercurrent swordsmanship' over the years, and I will demonstrate it to you today, you And watch it carefully." After saying that, he raised his sword and disassembled this set of sword skills one by one in the open space in the forest, demonstrating it from beginning to end.

Wen Heng had seen the sword manual of "Canghai Sword Art" created by him when he was young, and he deeply felt that his sword's power was vast and unrestrained, like the sea flowing across the sea, and the long wind blowing the clouds. The momentum of the sky; looking at this set of "Undercurrent Swordsmanship" now, it is all flashy, the sword moves are simple and simple, but the moves are round and smooth, with inner sharpness. Murderous intent suddenly appeared in it, and the changes were extremely subtle, far more difficult to deal with than Canghai swordsmanship.

Gu Chuifang is a generation of martial arts prodigy, this set of "underlying swordsmanship" can be said to be the work of his life's painstaking efforts, not only Wen Heng watched it engrossed, but other elders also stood by and memorized it.After finishing a set of sword skills, Gu Chuifang put away her sword and stood still, scanned the crowd, picked out a few elders and asked, "How much do you remember?"

The several elders were like disciples who were being tested for their homework, and replied respectfully: "Uncle Master's swordsmanship is superb, and I remember about [-]% or [-]% of it."

Gu Chuifang was noncommittal, and then asked Wen Heng: "What about you? How much do you remember?"

Wen Heng said truthfully: "I only remember [-]% to [-]%."

Everyone looked sideways, and Han Nanfu's heart that had just settled down was suspended again. Could it be that he was wrong?Gu Chuifang chose Wen Heng not because of his high martial arts skills, but because Wen Heng is his illegitimate son living abroad?

Liao Changxing coughed lightly from behind, implying that he should not go too far.

Only Gu Chuifang didn't change his face, and continued to ask: "How many of the swords can be broken?"

Wen Heng still maintained a humble attitude, and said lightly: "All."