Chun Feng Du Jian

When the old man heard the words, his face became angry immediately, and he said with a sinister smile: "Young boy with yellow hair doesn't know what's good, I'll cut your arm first, so that you can know how powerful I am!"

Fan Yang was struggling with one enemy and two, and was gradually showing signs of decline. At this moment, seeing Wen Heng being captured by the traitor, his eyes were tearing apart. He immediately turned around and raised his sword to save him, regardless of the enemy's attack: "Young master!"

Hearing only two sounds of "噗嗤", two knives came from behind at the same time, one slashed his shoulder blade and the other stabbed his right leg. Fan Yang couldn't dodge, staggered and fell down, desperately throwing the long sword in his hand, but his strength was limited after all, and he was caught by that The old man waved his hand away easily.At this moment, another figure rushed out from behind the shadow of the incense table, flew towards Wen Heng, and forced him to roll half a circle on the ground, using his body as a barrier to block the sword point pointed at his back.

The old man didn't expect that Cheng Yaojin would appear on the way, he was taken aback for a moment, then looked at the man intently, he couldn't help laughing, and mockingly said: "The little prince has raised two loyal and good dogs."

Wen Heng didn't care about his aching ribs, and sat up holding Ah Que who was trembling in his arms, and said in a hoarse voice: "Mr., please slow down! I have something to tell you."

Among the four words "old, weak, sick and disabled", three of them are masters and servants, and they are so weak that they are even pitiful.The name of the Yellow Eagle Gang is well-known, but they are actually just local snakes in Tianmen City. They seldom act as grandparents, but mostly pretend to be grandchildren.The old man lived for 50 years. Today, the blind cat met a dead mouse, and even robbed such a valuable person as Prince Qing's son, and he was about to make a fortune.He was quite complacent in his heart, and felt that he had stepped on Wen Heng, no matter how much he struggled, it was just a joke, so he simply said: "If you have any sweet words, let's talk about them together."

Wen Heng said: "I have no grievances with your gang in the past, and I have no enmity in recent days, but today I am besieged and intercepted for no reason. I really don't understand."

The old man scoffed, and said: "My lord, don't pretend to be stupid. There are notices for you posted everywhere in Tianmen City. Anyone who captures remnants of the rebellious party will be rewarded with a hundred taels of silver. If you want to blame, you can only blame your bad luck. God taught you to bump into my hand today."

"Oh?" Wen Heng said, "Then I dare to ask you, sir, does the arrest warrant ask you to arrest him dead or alive?"

The old man was startled, but was actually stopped by his question. Thinking about it carefully, he really couldn't remember what was said in the arrest warrant.He muttered inwardly, but he said: "It doesn't matter whether he is alive or dead, as long as you are in my hands, are you afraid that the money will run away?"

At the moment of life and death, Wen Heng still laughed: "That's a good point. Anyway, I'm powerless to resist right now. If that's the case, you can try to kill me and see if you can get the hundred taels of silver from the government."

The old man saw that he was agitating, and said coldly: "Boy, I advise you to be more honest and don't play tricks."

Wen Heng also said proudly: "I just want to persuade Your Excellency to think twice. If you hand me over to the government alive, I will pay you back. If you raise your head to receive the reward, I am afraid that the destruction of the noble gang will only happen overnight."

These words were very forceful. Seeing the old man being bluffed by him, Wen Heng became more righteous and aggressive, and asked aggressively: "Your Excellency, you don't wonder why my life is only worth a mere hundred taels of silver? Don't you want to know?" , where did the knife hanging over your head come from?"

While the two were talking, the sounds of fighting gradually subsided. One was that the two sides were fighting each other, and each had injuries. The other was that the temple was ruined and empty. The money made the members of the Huangying gang unconsciously distracted, and listened carefully to his next words.

After all, the old man was experienced, so he sensed something was wrong and realized that everyone had been led astray by Wen Heng. He tightened his grip on the sword, and pressed the blade of the sword against Wen Heng's neck. He gritted his teeth and warned, "It's only too late if you make up nonsense and procrastinate." Dead for an hour and a half—"

"Exactly." Wen Heng said with a slight smile, "it's best for everyone to live, but since your Excellency insists on killing me, I'm going to die anyway, so it's not worthwhile to use the Yellow Eagle Gang as a backing, so I have no choice but to do so." .”

Finally someone in the Huangying Gang couldn't hold back anymore, and shouted loudly: "Young mother-in-law, what do you want to say, just say it!"

Wen Heng lacked an objection, as soon as he heard this, he immediately took it over smoothly.

"The death of my parents is a shocking case of injustice. The talk of treason is just a cover to deceive people. The real intention of the emperor is to conspire to seize a long-lost peerless secret book from the hands of my father. Heroes You must have heard of the "Tianhe Treasure Scroll" hidden in Ouchi. But the world's first-class magical skill is actually a fragment, and half of the fragments have been lost in the rivers and lakes. My father and king were entrusted by an old friend many years ago to preserve this book. roll."

What he said was not entirely a lie, there are nine masters in the Inner Forbidden City, and it is said that all of them are excellent in martial arts, all of them are due to the practice of "Tianhe Baojuan", the "Number One Divine Art in the World" is by no means a vain name.Although the Huang Ying Gang's mob has never learned any high-quality martial arts, they have never eaten pork and seen pigs running, so they have naturally heard of the name of "Tianhe Baojuan", so they are already somewhat skeptical at this point.Wen Heng said again: "To be honest, I was born with blocked meridians and can't practice martial arts. In order to keep this half of the secret book and not make others suspicious, my father made me familiar with this method. When the time is right, I will write it silently. Come down, or pass it on to future generations, and carry forward this magical skill, so that it will not be monopolized by the royal family. Who knows that the matter of the fragments of the scroll could not be hidden from the emperor after all. See you in the temple."

The nonsense was so true and reasonable that Fan Yang, who was lying on the ground, was stunned for a moment.

The old man hesitated and said: "Even if you have the secret book, so what if I kill you? The road is blocked by heavy snow, except for the brothers in the gang, who else knows?"

"..."

Wen Heng was so stupid by this question that he sighed, and reminded him kindly: "But you still have to go to claim the reward."

"If I was killed by Your Excellency and the Emperor found out, do you think he would send some experts over to investigate? At that time, even if you all confessed that you didn't know about it, wouldn't it be hard to argue?"

The old man was told by him that he was right, and after thinking about it carefully, his back was covered with cold sweat, and he thought to himself: "This kid is not hesitating to die, and he also wants to design someone to harm him. It's really amazing to have such thoughts at such a young age." terror."

He already believed eight percent in his heart, anyway, killing Wen Heng won't do any good, and he can be exchanged for a hundred taels of silver by saving his life. This business is finally profitable, so he said: "In that case, let me just believe you for once. , tell your subordinates to lay down their weapons and obediently follow me to see the officer."

Seeing that his life was safe for the time being, Wen Heng's hanging heart finally eased a little.As soon as he relaxed, his thoughts became more active, so he lowered his eyes to look at the long sword hung around his neck, and suddenly laughed out loud.

The old man asked vigilantly, "What are you laughing at?"

Wen Heng raised his hand to cover his mouth, coughed twice, and said leisurely: "I laugh at people who turn a blind eye to gold ten thousand taels, but run around for a little silver. Isn't it ridiculous that they are so short-sighted?"

Unknowingly, the old man was already familiar with the tone of his words, and he couldn't help being led by the nose: "What do you mean? Say something straight."

"As I said just now, this remnant of martial arts that is coveted by the great masters is recorded here." He tapped his temple and said proudly, "No one else in the world will know about it except me. To me, it’s like waste paper, but for those who practice martial arts, if they can learn one or two of them, it’s enough to benefit them for a lifetime.”

"To put it bluntly, the Yellow Eagle Gang is considered a tyrant in Tianmen City, but they are no more than nobody in the Jianghu. You are willing to live a mediocre life with such a small amount of money? If you can learn magic skills and become a martial artist The pinnacle, the fame and wealth in your hands, is it more than a mere hundred taels of silver?"

The Yellow Eagle Gang is loose internally, as can be seen from the fact that someone shouted just now.The old man probably has nothing else to convince the crowd except for his higher martial arts.Wen Heng fanned the flames like this, sure enough someone was too ambitious, and couldn't help asking: "Are you really willing to teach us the magic skills?"

Before he finished speaking, a figure flashed beside him like a ghost. With a flash of the long sword's silver edge, it quietly cut his throat, and a cloud of bright red blood burst out.

The corpse fell down with a bang, revealing the blood-stained old man on the half of his face behind him. He described it like a ghost, and said in a dark voice: "Who wants to learn magic skills?"

That appearance was really terrifying, A Que was so frightened that his body shook violently, Wen Heng immediately raised his hand to cover his eyes, pressed it back into his arms, and commented calmly: "This old gentleman is fast and full of internal energy, but The sword is delayed and there are too many flaws, probably because I have been using swords all year round and I am not used to swords."

The old man's eyes moved slightly, he raised his hand and threw the long sword in front of him, and said with a "clang": "Since you claim to have practiced magical skills, then come and show me a few tricks, and let me see if this magical skill is gold!" Wanliang, it's still your bragging rights."

Wen Heng stared at the long sword, and said happily after a while: "If that's the case, then it's better to be respectful than obey your orders."

He was still suffering from a high fever, his lips were pale, but his cheeks had a sickly blush, and the stars were flying around him, and he had to lean on his sword to stand still.

Ah Que tried to support him with tears in his eyes, but Wen Heng gave him a gentle push and said, "A Que, stand behind me."

Fan Yang never expected that things would turn into this situation. He knows exactly what level Wen Heng is—without internal strength, even if he practices swords on weekdays, it is just a show, unless others stand still and let him pierce. There is no way to fight back when encountering martial arts.

He went to compete swords with that old monster, didn't he obviously go up to die?

Fan Yang recalled the old sword fight with Chu Boling, and wished he could get up and take his place.However, he was badly wounded and bled when he moved.Wen Heng put his hands behind his back and waved towards him, indicating that there was nothing wrong, and said to the old man in a low voice: "Sir, I also saw that I don't have the slightest internal strength. I am sick now, and I am worse than ordinary scholars. There is no need to fight head-on. I will ask you sir for the fourth part of the skill 'Peach Branch Sword Art'."

The old man believed in his heart that a sick man would not be able to make any troubles, so he agreed generously, and drew his knife out of its sheath with his backhand.The sword was shining brightly, and one could tell at a glance that it was a well-maintained magic weapon, while Wen Heng's hand was just an ordinary iron sword, which could be cut off if he was not careful. Comparing the two, the outcome was simply undeniable. It is clear at a glance.Even if the members of the Yellow Eagle Gang were bluffed by Wen Heng before, they couldn't help being shaken at this moment, feeling that it was too outrageous.

Wen Heng held the sword in his right hand, pointed at the ground obliquely, and said loudly to the members of the Huangying gang: "This sword technique is very delicate, I can only do a little bit of it, I hope you all keep your eyes open and watch carefully."

As soon as the words fell, the old man attacked with a knife.This person used the saber in a swift and weird way, and his body was light and fast, Wen Heng was still standing there without moving a step, the point of the saber had already reached his chest.At this time, it was too late to retreat, and if he raised his sword to block, he would be knocked into the air, Wen Heng simply did not dodge or dodge, twisted his wrist, raised his sword upwards, and stabbed straight at his lower abdomen.The sword was slightly longer than the saber, and it was because the hair came later, before the tip of the saber pierced Wen Heng, the old man had to be pierced first.This forced him to withdraw his sword and return to defense, but Wen Heng seemed to have expected it, the blade of the sword slanted sideways, and the tip of the sword slid away, just stopping in the middle of the old man's retreat, facing the curve of his right arm. Ze acupoint is a little empty.

If this sword hits him, his right arm will be useless.The old man was startled, and immediately took a step back to distance himself from Wen Heng: "What kind of swordsmanship are you doing!"

"Come again!"

Wen Heng flicked his long sword, phantom shadows emerged from the tip of the sword, and stabbed out ten extremely fast swords in an instant, covering the enemy's vital points in an airtight manner. .Wen Heng's sword is both light and fast, and he never confronts him head-on. He often moves away as soon as the sword strikes, unknowingly exhausting one move, and the second move is already flowing smoothly.Between the two, on the contrary, the person without martial arts pressed forward step by step, while the person who knew martial arts retreated steadily.

In the blink of an eye, the two had removed more than ten moves. The old man was forced to retreat near the incense table, while Wen Heng's sword was frozen. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that he had reached the limit, his arms were weak, and often the sword was halfway out. It will be difficult to continue.

The surrounding audience were dazzled, and unconsciously followed Wen Heng's sword tip, feeling extremely thrilling and exciting.The two of them fought to the point where Wen Heng missed his sword, and made another move, saying loudly: "Look, the next move is called 'Shuanglong Xizhu'!"

It was too late to say it, but Fan Yang, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, suddenly jumped up, hugged the old man's legs, and stuck him firmly in front of the incense table. The next moment, Wen Heng gathered all his strength and struck with a sword in an instant. The tip of the blade fell like a meteor, piercing the old man's throat!