Chun Feng Du Jian

These words are so arrogant, as soon as these words came out, Wen Heng's image of being gentle, courteous and thrifty collapsed completely in an instant, but Gu Chuifang seemed to have heard something extraordinary, she looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, and said "yes" three times in a row.

He threw the long sword back to Han Nanfu. Seeing that everyone was still puzzled, he sighed softly and said, "What is the purpose of practicing swords? Swords are used to kill people, not to be beautiful."

Everyone immediately stood in awe, and said in unison: "The disciple is taught."

"After practicing swords for so many years, I'm not as good as a young man." Gu Chuifang pressed his heart with one hand, his face was abnormally bloody, and he said to Wen Heng: "I have been selfish all my life, and I will drag you down even more Once you come back, the Chunjun faction is my brother's hard work, I can't keep it for him, so I have to entrust it to you. You may not like the status of Linqiufeng elder, but other than that, I have nothing to repay you gone."

Wen Heng said in a low voice: "Uncle Grand Master's kindness to pass on merits, the younger generation will not dare to forget until death."

Gu Chuifang smiled, as if she was exhausted, she slowly slid down against the pine tree next to Zheng Lian's tomb, and suddenly remembered something, and asked: "The boy who was with you back then, does he still treat you the same as before?"

Wen Heng didn't expect him to mention Xue Qinglan suddenly, so he nodded because he didn't understand.

Gu Chuifang turned her head and coughed twice, the skirt of her clothes was stained red by the sudden gushing of blood, but her complexion instantly turned gray, Han Nanfu shouted: "Uncle!"

Gu Chuifang wiped it casually with her sleeve, waved her hand to signal everyone not to panic, and still said to Wen Heng: "The stagnation of cold and evil in his internal organs is not a sign of longevity. If you have the heart, cough... you can take him to Kuangxue Lake seeks a doctor..."

Wen Heng spent most of the day on Yueying Mountain, and after hearing so many stories, none of them were as shocking as Gu Chuifang's words. He suddenly gathered his energy and asked anxiously, "Do you know what his symptoms are?"

But Gu Chuifang shook his head, the blood flowed profusely from his seven orifices, his voice was difficult to continue, he was already speechless, all the strength in his whole body was only enough for him to stretch out his right hand with only four fingers, and hold Zheng Lian's tombstone tightly.

He broke his heart when he demonstrated the sword technique earlier, and now he has no way to recover, obviously he has already made up his mind to follow Zheng Lian.

All the elders were used to seeing life and death, so they knew it in their hearts, they didn't speak any more, they knelt aside and waited solemnly.

Gu Chuifang's breathing was like a candle in the wind, gradually weakening, and her blurred and blurred vision slowly moved upwards, passing over the disciples all over the ground, floating to the top of the pine forest, and seeing the jewel-like blue sky through the gaps in the branches.

At this moment, he seemed to have suddenly fallen into a dream that he would never wake up from, or just woke up from a long nightmare.

In a trance, he seemed to have become the young boy who just got into trouble again, dressed in clean white clothes with a blue background, holding a sword in both hands, and was punished by his master to kneel in front of Haichuan hall, his knees were so cold and cold. Pain, the whole person was dangling on the spot, precarious, and when he was about to kneel down and fall forward, someone suddenly walked up behind him, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him back.

He leaned back and sat down in front of the visitor's calf.

He looked up along the hem of the snow-white clothes, and saw a clear and familiar face of a young man.

Zheng Lian looked down at him, his face was tense, and his voice was very cold: "Kneel well."

These two words rang in his ears, like the sound of the Buddha's edict, tears burst down the embankment uncontrollably before he realized it, and tears flowed down his face in an instant.

Zheng Lian was startled by him, his expression could not be tense immediately, he bowed slightly, but he didn't dare to hug him, and put his hands on his back hesitantly: "What's the matter... Who has wronged you? ?”

As if he didn't hear it, he only used all his strength to hug this living brother tightly, like a child who has gone through all kinds of hardships and suffered all kinds of grievances before returning home, holding Zheng Lian's leg and crying loudly, crying He said "I'm sorry, brother" over and over again.

Seeing that he was crying pitifully, Zheng Lian couldn't persuade him, so he used some strength to break his hand away, squatted down with his back to him, and said, "Forget it, come up, I'll carry you back, next time I will remember better , don’t cause trouble again.”

The young man's back is still thin, and it may not be enough to support the Chunjun sect's backbone in the future, but every step he walks with his back is very steady. Before supporting a sect, it first supports him. rainy sky.

He wrapped his arms around Zheng Lian's neck and murmured in a hoarse voice, "Senior Brother..."

"Well, here it is."

"What's your plan next?"

Gu Chuifang passed away, and before he died, he passed the position of Linqiufeng Elder to Wen Heng, and the whole Chunjun Sect was in a hurry for the burial and Wen Heng's succession.Liao Changxing spent the whole afternoon on the main peak. At this time, Fang De sneaked over to take a look at Wen Heng, but he saw that Wen Heng's expression was not as relaxed as his.

The day spent in the Chunjun faction was a thrilling one. No one really expected such an ending. For Wen Heng, the unexpected mysteries followed one after another. From Chun Junjian to the inside story of his father's death, to Gu Chuifang's death, to Xue Qinglan's illness...it seems that everything is related, but in fact he has no clue. Everything is like a hand, pulling his mind left and right.

Wen Heng got up and welcomed Liao Changxing into the room, and added a cup of tea to him: "Don't talk about plans, everything is complicated right now, I don't know how to deal with myself right now, so I can only take one step at a time." Sighing consciously, "I've caused trouble for senior brother again."

Liao Changxing shook his head in disapproval and said: "Uncle Gu entrusted you to take care of the Chunjun Sect, because I trust you as a person. Since I am a Chunjun disciple, no matter what my previous status is, I should cooperate with you. This is not a 'trouble' .”

This mountain-like calmness infected Wen Heng, he let out a breath slowly, and said with a wry smile: "But I would rather you be a senior brother than your senior uncle."

The corners of Liao Changxing's lips twitched, a little smile appeared in his eyes, and he said solemnly again: "It's up to you, firstly, the inheritance should not be messed up, and secondly, your status is more valuable, and it will be cheaper to do things in the sect in the future."

Wen Heng said slowly: "Being a bachelor elder with only a reputation, how can it be cheaper to be the master of the sect?"

"Be careful."

Liao Changxing's expression suddenly turned serious, Su Rong watched him, Wen Heng looked back calmly without dodging or avoiding.The two silently looked at each other for a few breaths, as if confronting each other in mid-air. In the end, Liao Changxing was defeated and took the lead to look away, and said in a low voice: "Although I am good at foreign affairs, I have spent too much time on it these years I'm afraid that my martial arts will be wasted, I'm afraid my ability will not be enough to convince others, when all the matters in the sect are settled, I should ask my teacher for orders and go out to practice for a few years."

"Nowadays the martial arts in the Central Plains is turbulent, and the situation is different from the past. Brother is the leader of the younger generation, and it is time to let go and show his strength in the Jianghu." Hearing what he said, Wen Heng's heart was half relieved: "Since Senior brother is willing to take the lead in the future, and I, an elder, can barely do it, I just ask senior brother not to make me wait too long, and don't delay my return to the mountains and forests."

Liao Changxing originally came to take care of him, but was persuaded by Wen Heng once, and replied gently: "I can save it, and I will definitely not ask you to do it for nothing."

In the past, due to Wen Heng's lack of internal strength, their senior brothers never spoke deeply about the future, and could only say "It all depends on good fortune". However, both Wen Heng and Liao Changxing now have martial arts talents that make them proud of their peers, and their ambitions are not inferior to others. At the age when they should be the most enterprising in their lives, sitting together with candles tonight, talking and laughing for the first time reveals their true youthful qualities.

The next day, the head of the sect, Han Nanfu, led all the people to pay homage to Gu Chuifang, and announced the legacy of the previous generation of the head and Gu Chuifang's will to the public. Under the witness of the four elders, he handed over the seal of Lin Qiufeng and the iron sword that Gu Chuifang left behind in his early years. Heng, confirmed his identity as the elder of Linqiu Peak.

Wen Heng declined for a while, and finally pointed out that although he held the position of an elder, he was not a serious disciple of Gu Chuifang after all, so he would not stay in Linqiu Peak, nor would he interfere in the sect's internal affairs. Go back to the mountain to help when needed, and if you find a suitable successor in the future, I would like to return this person to the orthodox, which can be regarded as the fulfillment of Gu Chuifang's last wish.

He is so knowledgeable, Han Nanfu is naturally happy to see it succeed.The head of the sect and the new elder were in harmony, and Chun Jun's disciples did not dare to treat everyone in Yuquan Peak as contemptuously as before—although Qin Ling was useless, the combination of Liao Changxing and Wen Heng was enough. A Jade Spring Peak Elder.

Seven days later, under Wen Heng's insistence, Gu Chuifang was finally buried with Zheng Lian in the tomb, and the two monuments stood side by side.After finishing the funeral, Wen Heng bid farewell to Liao Changxing and others, went down the mountain and returned to Zhanchuan City, and immediately summoned people to investigate the matter of the underground palace.As for the case of Prince Qing, due to the close relationship with the palace, all the people under his command were more or less involved in it. He was afraid that he would cause unnecessary troubles, so he could only investigate it from the outside, and it was not good to just put his hand into it. Beijing.

After more than ten days like this, late one night, there was a sudden heavy rain in Zhanchuan City.There was lightning and thunder in the sky, the water on the ground was up to his ankles, the door of the Luming Escort Bureau was closed, and Wen Heng read the letter alone in the study.The candlelight was flickering, the sound of rain was urgent, the room was neither bright nor noisy, the sound of wind and rain all over the sky disturbed Wen Heng's heart, staring at a piece of paper, he didn't read a few words for a long time.

He always felt that something was going to happen, but the premonition didn't seem to be danger, just a slight anxiety for no reason.

Wen Heng threw the letter on the table, closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair, forcing himself to concentrate and meditate to calm himself down.However, after the vision is blocked, the other four senses become more sensitive. For a while, the nasal cavity is filled with a faint smell of water, the ears are thunderous, and the raindrops are noisy, covering other sounds. Although he lives deep in the bustling place of the city , Close your eyes and listen, as if you are in the wilderness.

Boom, boom, boom...

Wen Heng opened his eyes suddenly, suspecting that he had misheard, and he tried to argue again, just when there was a thunderstorm, the sound of knocking on the door came clearly into the room during this short gap.

Who would come to him on a rainy night like this?

He tucked a short dagger on the table into his sleeve, walked over and pulled the door latch, only to hear a "hoo", the strong wind and raindrops hit his face, almost throwing Wen Heng over.All the fires and candles in the study were extinguished in an instant, the paper veils danced wildly, and the window lattices rattled. Only a shade lamp on the table was still on, casting a dim light in all directions.

In front of the door stood a drenched man in black, wearing a bamboo hat and a long knife hanging from his waist.

He raised his head, his lips and face were almost white, but he bent his eyes, smiled at Wen Heng through the beaded water curtain, and said to him in the thunderstorm, "Brother Heng, I'm back. "

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