Chun Feng Du Jian

Due to the hot weather in summer, the summer heat will not dissipate until late, so the dinner is served under the crabapple tree in the courtyard.The rising crescent moon hangs in the corner of the eaves, and the dark blue sky is broken like a river of stars. Just staring at it makes people feel cool.There are various medicine sachets to repel mosquitoes hanging in the courtyard, and the night breeze brings a faint fragrance of herbs, and the fresh fruits washed by the well water can calm down even the dryness and alcohol.

Except for Xue Qinglan who was held down by Wen Heng and ate a lot seriously, the other two were drinking slowly and eating less.It was not the first time for the three of them to eat at the same table, they were familiar with each other, and each had different thoughts, and they were afraid of losing their position in front of each other, so the meal was extremely harmonious.

Although Zhanchuan City does not have so many elegant and famous wines like Jincheng Yuchanglou, the local ten-year-old "Qiongsu" is also mellow and intoxicating.Xue Qinglan felt a little tipsy after drinking half of the pot, but Wen Heng's capacity for alcohol was surprisingly good, the color of the pot did not change when he saw the bottom of the pot, and his eyes were still clear and bright.

Fan Yang got a little drunk, held the cup in one hand, and took Wen Heng with the other to babble: "I shouldn't have done it for you, but I'm the only old man in the palace by my side. If I don't urge you to say something, I'm afraid no one will think about it. My lord Now that I have practiced a peerless miraculous skill and become an elder of the Chunjun sect, the hard days are finally over, I should think more about the important things in my life, settle down earlier, continue the incense, so that the prince and concubine can feel at ease."

Xue Qinglan took a sip of wine expressionlessly, as if he had never heard of it, Wen Heng glanced at him with a smile, turned to Fan Yang and said: "You are not enlightened, but worry about me first. Our boss Fan is also a dignified seven Chi, a good man who stands up to the sky and knows how to be considerate when he is cold, how come there is no matchmaker who comes to the escort agency to make a kiss?"

Fan Yangsheng took a sip of his wine, quickly waved his hands and said, "My lord, don't make fun of me. I'm such a rough person, and my job is to fight and kill for a living. Which girl can't bear to find fault for herself and insist on marrying me? It’s more convenient to be a bachelor.”

Wen Heng hated that iron cannot be made into steel, pointed at him and taught him a lesson: "I have been the chief escort for several years, and if I open my mouth, I am suffering. No wonder no one wants you. With your little skills, you have the nerve to urge me ? You asked Hufa Xue, when he was on Yueying Mountain, did a few chestnuts hook him so that he could never let me go, and he has been so determined to this day? "

Fan Yang coughed violently: "Ahem..."

Xue Qinglan almost dropped the cup by mistake, but the shame of being teased was actually very slight, mainly because Wen Heng never expected that Wen Heng would compare his friendship and marriage with him, and even make such a blunt statement in front of Fan Yang, and his heart trembled for a while. About to jump out of his throat, he hurriedly stopped and said: "Brother Heng!"

"Don't be afraid, why are you panicking?" Wen Heng turned his gaze and patted the back of his hand reassuringly.His eyes were stained by drunkenness, and seemed to be brighter than usual, but still gentle: "You and I are life-and-death friends, who in the world can be as good as you? Naturally, there is no need to hide it, let alone hide it, just show it to Fan Let Yang take a look, maybe it can enlighten him a little bit, make him wake up early, and die the heart of mediators."

Fan Yang covered his eyes, and said in pain: "There is no need to light it up, I have been taught, please stop your supernatural powers soon, young master."

Wen Heng snorted and said to Xue Qinglan unconsciously, with the intention of asking for credit, "Look."

"Well, I see it."

Xue Qinglan is funny and helpless, because he thinks that Wen Heng is a huge amount of people who can't get drunk for a thousand glasses, and he can get angry after a long time. People who have always been as steady as a mountain will turn into a childish ghost who is complacent after drinking too much. He doesn't know Wen Heng wine Woke up and remembered what that expression would be.

He reached out and took away the jug in front of Wen Heng, and said, "Okay, it's getting late, let's go back and rest."

Wen Heng let out a "huh", stood up with Xue Qinglan's hand, pinched the bridge of his nose, and was about to tell Fan Yang to stand up, when his movements suddenly froze, and he keenly caught a trace of unusual movement in the quiet night.

"someone is coming."

His demeanor changed immediately, the alcohol dissipated in an instant, and the eyes that were hazy and scattered just now became clear in an instant.Wen Heng pushed Xue Qinglan behind him, and said loudly to the empty and lofty night sky: "Wuye came to visit, I don't know who is the hero? What can I teach you?"

As his words fell, more than a dozen men in black suddenly appeared, climbed up along the three courtyard walls, each holding a sword, and surrounded the courtyard.Fan Yang stood up staggeringly, strode forward, and shouted angrily: "Where is the thief Xiaoxiao, who stole it from your Grandpa Fan, and didn't even ask what kind of land it is!"

Xue Qinglan whispered: "Who is it?"

Wen Heng shook his head lightly, and replied in a low voice, "You'll only know if you fight."

The three of them were on alert, they had no weapons in their hands, so they could only fight the enemy with both fists, and the two sides were in a stalemate for a while.The enemy is outnumbered, this is a very critical situation, but perhaps because of the courage of wine, the three of them have no fear and are full of confidence. Xue Qinglan looked around and said coldly: "Since they are all here, why bother?" Cover up, hide your head and show your tail, and dare not come out to meet people?" As he spoke, he flicked his robe sleeves, and a thin white porcelain wine cup on the table flew out with a strong wind, hitting the shadow on the roof in the south, falling For a moment, the moonlight illuminated a thin and slender hand, and the wine cup was blocked by another force in the air, and it smashed against the pillar with a crisp "pop".

The man was forced to reveal his body by Xue Qinglan, but he still didn't open his mouth. He just made a "kill" gesture in mid-air, and more than a dozen men in black suddenly came out with swords in their hands, and they were well-trained and divided into three ways to fight towards the atrium.

Fan Yang yelled "Good time!" He raised his fist to meet him, Xue Qinglan stood with his back facing him, and the four ebony-wrapped silver chopsticks shot away like crossbows/arrows. Piercing the right eye, let out a scream that didn't sound like a human voice.In this short moment, Xue Qinglan had already sneaked up to him, grabbed his wrist, turned the blade, and wiped his neck neatly.

The two of them had already fought fiercely with the assassin, but Wen Heng was the only one who could hold his breath. He unhurriedly returned his hand and broke off a long branch from the crabapple tree. Dawei is here, I'm sorry."

Although the inner guards are disguised and dressed like Jianghu assassins, as soon as they make a move, they lose any cover in Wen Heng's eyes. No matter whether they use knives or swords, their martial arts methods are all of the same origin, from the Ouchi Secret Collection "Treasure Scroll of Tianhe".It's just that the internal guards are also divided into upper, middle and lower ranks. The lowest rank is the mixed soldiers of the imperial army, the middle ranks can be commanded, and the top ranks are the nine masters. It is only a matter of time before they are dealt with, but the most difficult thing to deal with is the one on the roof. Judging by his faceless posture, it is likely to be one of the nine masters.

Wen Heng held the crabapple branch slantedly like holding a sword, suddenly tapped his toes, three feet horizontally and vertically, and rushed straight towards the assassin bushes.He moved very quickly, but he only held a branch in his hand, no one cared about this kid's plaything, so they all stabbed him in the waist and abdomen with their knives.Wen Heng used the momentum to fly out with his sword, like splitting mountains and splitting seas. A branch made it easy to chop, sweep, stab, and pick with incomparable speed. At the same moment, the six assassins who stood in the way either had nosebleeds or covered their eyes in confusion. Turning, there was a sharp pain in the throat, or the right hand was sore and numb and unable to hold the weapon... was swept away by Wen Heng, not to mention fighting back, but seemed to give way to him on his own initiative.

Wen Heng made a way out by himself, and without stopping for a while, he rushed up to the roof, stopped in front of the shadow, and said slowly: "After the previous few times, I thought the inner guard had already had a long memory. No matter how easily you meddle in Jianghu affairs, I never thought you would still eat but not beat."

He has already chased here, and it is useless to hide any further.The man slowly stepped out from the shadows, but he was a tall and thin old man, wearing a black brocade robe, with a short white mustache, and a hooked nose. corner of eye.This face is ferocious enough, not to mention that there is a gloomy look between his brows, which makes people feel difficult to get close to him at the first sight. Standing silently under the moonlight at this moment, it is almost as scary as the "skull sword" Master" Quan Zhao comparable.

But this person is obviously more dangerous than Quan Zhao.He hid here to watch the battle, and he didn't shoot when Xue Qinglan told him to break. It wasn't that he couldn't fight, but he felt that his subordinates alone were enough to deal with Wen Heng and the others, and he didn't need to do it himself.

"You are Yue Chi?"

His voice was soft and slow, as if he was careless, but every word fell on his ears, like ice and snow that melted with his hands, with a kind of bone-piercing chill.

"Exactly." Wen Heng said politely, "I haven't asked your Excellency Gao's name yet."

The old man's icy and menacing gaze stayed on his handsome outline for a moment, and then he sneered mockingly: "I don't know who it is, but if you cut the grass and don't get rid of the roots, there will be endless troubles."

When Wen Hengguang thought of the strong implication in these words, his heart skipped a beat.In the blink of an eye, an unimaginable possibility suddenly appeared in his mind, and cold sweat broke out on his back instantly.

"Since you are here to trouble me, why are you empty-handed and without a weapon?"

He glanced at the man's hand behind his back, and suddenly asked like a stunned young man who didn't know the danger: "Do you trust your subordinates too much, or do you think you can defeat me without weapons?"

Strange to say, he said a few words before, but no one said anything. Only after Wen Heng asked this question, the old man stood with his hands behind his back, and proudly replied: "The sword intent is in the chest, and there is nothing in the world that can't stand it." For a weapon?"

"So that's how it is." Wen Heng suddenly smiled very lightly, met the old man's eyes, and said word by word: "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Feng, Bao, Yi."

The author has something to say: I'm really sorry for the long wait, and I will send a red envelope to the comments of this chapter tomorrow.

In the next few days, I will run in Beijing and Tianjin. The schedule is very tight. It is estimated that there will be no update next week. I will submit a leave note tomorrow, and I will continue to update when I come back next week.