Chun Feng Du Jian

Thanks to Master Su Youfeng's blessing, when Wen Heng used to compete with him in the valley, he always upheld the consciousness of "attacking his weakness" and attacked his broken arm on the right, but Su Youfeng always used it. Hit back with the same move.Over time, Wen Heng learned enough lessons, so he modified and perfected his original palm technique and created a left-handed sword technique, which is specially used to strike back at the opponent when the right hand is inconvenient. This is "Snow Heavy Folding Bamboo".

Back then, Su Youfeng chased Feng Baoyi thousands of miles away, and when the two dueled, Su Youfeng was crippled by Feng Baoyi, and Feng Baoyi was injured by Su Youfeng's left eye.Su Youfeng was very impressed with this battle, and often used it to talk to Wen Heng. The master and apprentice simulated how to dismantle the move. , to fight back with "Snow Heavy Breaking Bamboo".

Feng Bao had a thousand calculations, but he never expected that he would fall into the hands of a little-known brat in the end.Wen Heng seemed to be specially sent by the heavens to defeat him, just like the last time when he accidentally broke his halberd, this time his miss was also inexplicable. He clearly suppressed Wen Heng with all his strength, but he was still caught by the very slight omission by that kid, and in one fell swoop. Come back.

"Su Youfeng..." There was a bit of gnashing of teeth in his voice, and he said hoarsely, "You actually recognize him..."

Wen Heng bowed to him, looked at him calmly, and said calmly: "My master asked me to say hello to Your Excellency. I haven't seen you for a long time, and I miss you very much."

Feng Baoyi is the head of the internal guards. Needless to say, his position is high and powerful, and he can even influence the emperor's order. If there are any people or things that he fears in the world, Wen Heng can only think of Kunlun, where he was born. Buxu Palace, and Su Youfeng who had hunted him down and hurt both sides.

Blood gushes out from between the fingers, I don't know whether it is pain or Wen Heng's guess, Feng Baoyi's fingers are trembling unconsciously, the only remaining eye is hidden in the shadow, the eyes are as cold as It was frozen, wishing to strangle Wen Heng's throat on the spot, and being overwhelmed by his few words just now, he didn't move for a while, and he was in a stalemate with Wen Heng.

At this moment, with the wind blowing from behind, a long knife suddenly fell from the shadow above his head, brushing against Feng Baoyi's clothes and passing quickly, the cold light seemed to split the night with a knife, but it was Xue Qinglan who arrived.

Although the knife came from the rear, it was not considered concealed. Feng Baoyi could easily detect and dodge it, and the person who made the strike did not intend to hit it with one blow, but the strong warning and threat in it could not be ignored.

He stood on the ridge and looked down. There were people lying in disorder in the courtyard, all of them were the inner guards he brought to assassinate.But the sound of fighting just now has already alarmed the Luming Escort Bureau next door, the corner door of the next house opened, and several bodyguards were already rushing over with their lamps.

The edge of the blade was hooked into a slender straight line by the moonlight, Xue Qinglan swung the blade at Feng Baoyi, and the tip of the blade was firmly aimed at the tip of his nose.He wasn't as strong as Wen Heng, after fighting for so long, killing intent had already appeared in his eyes, and he said coldly, "Take your people and get out."

Feng Bao turned one single eye to him, and then to Wen Heng, thinking quickly in his mind.Wen Heng's martial arts are excellent, but he lacks experience in battle. It is easy to suppress him, but it is difficult to kill him by force.And with helpers like Xue Qinglan and Fan Yang around, if he consumes too much, it may be difficult to get out of the body after killing Wen Heng, let alone Su Youfeng hiding in the dark watching over him.This group of people is very wicked, seemingly weak, but in fact each one is a tough nut to crack. Instead of confronting the tough, it is better to withdraw for the time being, and then think of a more comprehensive way to figure it out slowly.

The thoughts in his mind turned like lightning, and he made a decision in an instant. With a flick of his sleeve, he said to Wen Heng: "Say hello to Master for me, and we will meet again in the future." After speaking, lighten his feet, Flying down, he no longer cares about the life and death of his subordinates, and just drifts away.

Wen Heng faced the night sky and said loudly: "It's better to leave, my master and apprentice will wait for Your Excellency."

With a sound of "clang", Xue Qinglan threw the knife and rushed in front of him in two steps, as if shedding a layer of ice-cast shell in an instant, all joy, anger, sorrow and joy came alive, holding Wen Heng's arm and said angrily: "You and What nonsense is he! How is the injury? Does it hurt?"

Judging by his expression, he looked like the injured one. Wen Heng couldn't help but raised his hand and pinched the back of his neck, comforting him: "It's okay, the pain is not severe."

"You said it's okay even if your hand is broken, are you fooling someone?" Xue Qinglan frowned and said, "Hold on a little bit, I'll straighten your bones for you."

Wen Heng didn't even have time to answer, he had already pressed Wen Heng's right shoulder with one hand, exerted a sudden force, and snapped the dislocated joint back to its original position with his bare hands.

"Well!"

This reset was extremely painful, and even though Wen Heng had a strong endurance, a thin layer of cold sweat was instantly covered on his forehead, and an uncontrollable groan overflowed from his lips, Xue Qinglan immediately supported him, and said, "I'll take you down." .”

Wen Heng put half of his body weight on his shoulders, his voice was slightly weak due to the pain, but his left hand was still steady and strong, restraining his hurried steps: "No rush, just wait."

He raised his voice and told Fan Yang in the courtyard: "If you want to leave, let them go, tell them to take their companions away with them, and don't leave them in the courtyard to cause trouble for me."

Fan Yang woke up most of the time early, knowing that tonight's battle is very important, and it may have a great impact on Wen Heng, so he was extra cautious.The internal guards were well-trained, seeing that Fan Yang had no intention of killing them all, he immediately carried his dead and wounded companions on his back and climbed over the wall to leave.They disappeared into the deep alley with their front feet, and the bodyguards rushed to their backs immediately. They were shocked to see the blue bricks in the courtyard spilling blood, the tables and chairs toppled, and the tragic scene after the strong wind passed through. They asked Fan Yang, "Head of the bodyguard, what happened?" What's up?"

Wen Heng took half a step back, sat down on the ridge of the roof, and said in a low voice, "Instead of going down and listening to their noise, it's better to sit here quietly for a while."

Xue Qinglan was still worried about his arm injury, but she also clearly sensed that Wen Heng was in a bad mood at the moment, and needed to stay away from the crowd for a while, indulge his emotions quietly, and even be depressed for a while.

He didn't hear the conversation between Wen Heng and Feng Baoyi, but the appearance of this person, no matter whether it was intentional or unintentional, would definitely make Wen Heng fall back into the nightmare of the past, and all he could do was stretch out a stick into the abyss. hand, waiting for Wen Heng to break free from the darkness, or to jump down to accompany him.

"Okay." Xue Qinglan sat down next to Wen Heng, flattened his wrinkled clothes, and said softly, "Then we'll go back when they're all gone."

Wen Heng smiled, his face was still cold, but the eyes that melted in the moonlight were like water, and gently passed his face: "Don't worry."

Xue Qinglan held his arm, carefully rolled up his sleeves, checked his injuries, and said, "Brother Heng, you always say you're fine and don't ask others to worry about you, but are you okay or not? Heavy, anyone with eyes can see it, so how can you really not worry because of your words?"

Wen Heng was rarely refuted by him so earnestly. When he first heard this, he couldn't help being taken aback, and then Xue Qinglan pressed him to the sore spot, and gasped hissingly.

"Look," Xue Qinglan lowered his head and blew on his swollen wound, "It still hurts, doesn't it?"

Wen Heng was in excruciating pain at first, but when he blew it like this, his arms felt itchy, as if a layer of soft fluff rubbed against the tip of his heart, and instantly numb from the spine to the back of the head, and his five fingers unconsciously twitched. He tightened his grip on Xue Qinglan's wrist.

Xue Qinglan raised her eyes strangely and asked, "What's wrong?"

Wen Heng said with difficulty: "Blowing... It seems to be a lie to the child, it's useless."

I don't know if it's because he drank some wine tonight, but Xue Qinglan was more alert than usual. He looked at Wen Heng for a moment, and then suddenly laughed: "Brother Heng, are you ticklish?"

Wen Heng thought to himself, ancestor, I am not ticklish, I am afraid of you, but I said: "Well, be good for a while, don't blow it."

Xue Qinglan gave a meaningful "Oh" and laughed teasingly, not knowing what he was complacent about, and said, "Okay, for the sake of your injury, let me spare you this time."

Wen Heng squeezed his face with his intact left hand in retaliation: "I think you are going to go to the house to expose the tiles. Should I thank Guardian Xue for his noble hand?"

Xue Qinglan dodged with a smile and begged for forgiveness: "If you don't agree with each other, you will do it. These are all scoundrels. You don't need to thank me, but I should ask you to show your respect."

Wen Heng was originally depressed because of Feng Baoyi, full of anger and sentimentality, wishing to get up and go after him and beat him up, and ask questions that have troubled him for many years.But since he was a child, he has always had a character of taking one step and watching the other. Before he made an impulsive move, he already knew clearly that the best ending would be for both parties to retreat tonight—it was impossible for him to win against Feng without preparation. Hug one.

Obviously the truth is right in front of him, but he has to choose an opposite path. The profound powerlessness of that year is like a haze that refuses to dissipate, and once again envelops his heart tightly.At a certain moment, Wen Heng even had the illusion that he was still standing still for seven years. Fortunately, Xue Qinglan stood in front of him this time with a knife, just like Ah Que who followed him back then. As long as the figure is still there, it is a wonderful comfort to him.

A laughing coda fell into the wind, and a sudden silence spread from where they sat.

After a long time, Wen Heng spoke up and said, "Wait a little longer."

Xue Qinglan: "Waiting for what?"

Wen Heng raised his head to look at the bright night sky of the Milky Way. The moon was in the middle of the sky, but it was gradually covered by dark clouds floating from the north.It was as if something had sunk deeply from the bottom of his eyes.

He let out a long breath slowly, stroked Xue Qinglan's hair, and said, "Wait and see, what else does Feng Baoyi have?"