Chun Feng Du Jian

"Son!"

Fan Yang hurriedly rushed into the study room, and as soon as he entered, he saw Wen Heng sitting on a chair with his back to the door, his clothes half-faded, revealing his strong white shoulders, Xue Qinglan was holding a cloth towel in his hand, and was wiping his wounds with his head down residual ointment.This scene was really indecent, Fan Yang let out a "hey", quickly stopped his feet and turned around, stroked his chest and said in horror: "This is in broad daylight, you should restrain yourself!"

Wen Heng pulled up his neckline a little, and said calmly, "No one is allowed to come in, but you're called up. What's the matter?"

Xue Qinglan threw the used cloth towel into the copper basin, took a small white porcelain pot on the desk, dug out the reddish ointment inside, carefully spread it on Wen Heng's shoulders, and asked with a hint of anger and a smile: "Didn't you say Can't someone next to your study come in?"

Fan Yang waited for Xue Qinglan to bandage Wen Heng and tidy up his clothes again, then turned around and said worryingly: "When are you still joking here—something big happened!"

"Oh? Let's hear it," Wen Heng said, "What big event can scare our head of escort Fan like this?"

Fan Yang took a deep breath, thousands of words stuck in his throat and he didn't know where to start, but finally he squeezed out only a short sentence: "The identity of the young master has been exposed."

The power of this sentence is no less than that of rolling thunder falling from the sky. Xue Qinglan and Wen Heng turned their heads seriously at the same time, frowning together and asking: "What's going on?"

Fan Yang said: "The brother who went out for escorting half a month ago just arrived this morning, and said that recently there have been rumors in the world that the new Lin Qiufeng elder of the Chunjun Sect and that 'Yue Chi', who once made a big splash at the Sword Discussion Conference, is actually His Royal Highness Prince Qing's only one." Flesh and blood relatives, said that when you were young, your physique was weak and you couldn't practice martial arts at all. I don't know what evil methods you practiced, and your martial arts improved by leaps and bounds overnight." He gritted his teeth and said, "There is also the matter of us going to the palace to steal swords a month ago. It was leaked out, rumors said that the young master stole the treasured sword and martial arts secrets from Ouchi, and that you saved the disciples of various sects to invite fame. In fact, your intentions were sinister and you planned to use these people to fight against the court and avenge yourself .”

Xue Qinglan dropped the cloth towel in his hand on the spot, and said angrily: "It must be that old dog Feng Baoyi who is behind the scenes. A basin of dirty water was poured out of thin air. Who is this disgusting?"

Wen Heng tidied up his clothes and said while tying his belt: "His intention is not just to tarnish his reputation, this trick is very good for killing people with a borrowed knife. Have you never heard of 'every man is innocent but he is guilty'? No matter whether the secret book or the sword is It doesn’t exist, as long as it sounds true, he doesn’t need to do it himself, someone will remove my thorn in my side for him.”

Fan Yang said anxiously: "But that time in Xingcheng, how many people witnessed the whole story with their own eyes. Could it be that they would believe the rumors and completely forget about the kindness of the young master?"

Wen Heng said: "It's hard to say. After all, there are only a small number of people who have personally experienced the fierce battle in Xingcheng. It is not something they can explain clearly in one or two sentences. What's more, don't forget what I said in the capital. Well, the people we rescued from Xingcheng may not all be of the same mind. As long as someone makes a few plausible instigations, the very fake will become the eighty-tenth true. In the past few days, Feng Baoyi has already fanned him so much, which shows that he The plan is far more than that, this is just the beginning, and the real means are yet to come."

Fan Yang said worriedly: "Then what should we do? According to the young master, wouldn't this stigma be washed away? We have to find a way to explain it."

Before Wen Heng could speak, Xue Qinglan said first, "Why bother talking to those people, kill Feng first, without this culprit jumping up and down, I don't believe that others can make any waves."

Fan Yang has been fighting and killing a lot these years, and he agrees with Xue Qinglan's concept of less nonsense and more action, and he agrees, "That's right, that old man is the enemy of our palace, and now he provokes you in front of the young master. , just to settle the old and new grudges together, send him to the underground to apologize to the prince and concubine."

Wen Heng suddenly laughed, patted the back of Xue Qinglan's hand, and said patiently: "Don't underestimate Feng Baoyi, this man has a deep plan and superb martial arts, last time he was lucky enough to force him to retreat, really want to confront each other face to face, I am not him Moreover, he lives deep in the palace, and there are so many masters in the palace, even if I go with my helpers, I'm afraid I won't be able to retreat unscathed. In this way, doesn't it mean that I have earned the title of traitor and traitor?"

For a moment just now, Xue Qinglan was really murderous, but since Wen Heng said so, he stopped thinking, but he was still very angry, his cheeks swelled slightly, like an unhappy cat.Wen Heng looked amused, and relying on the cover of the book case, he pulled his hanging hand over and held it in his palm, turned his head and said to Fan Yang: "There is nothing shameful about my original identity, I can't keep my name incognito for the rest of my life. It’s not a big deal, even if there is a lot of discussion in the world, I can’t be labeled as a vicious person just because of this. In addition, let someone let the wind out, saying that what I got back was the four-year Chunjun School The stolen 'Treasure of the Town School', as for the others, don't say a word."

Fan Yang said: "But it's the same as not clarifying."

"Since Feng Baoyi is in a hurry to make a move, it means that he must have a reason to do so. We want to uproot him, and this reason must be his death spot." Only by thoroughly confusing it can he know which big fish he is going to catch."

Xue Qinglan grabbed his hand heavily, and said in disapproval: "Brother Heng, you're giving yourself up to trap wolves. It's too dangerous. What if he holds back his bad intentions and wants to harm you?"

"I blocked his way, and he must be against me," Wen Heng said in a deep voice, "Blood feud, never ending, seven years ago, countless people paved the way for me, so I escaped once by chance, this time I will never Run away again."

Fan Yang sighed for a long time: "My lord——"

Wen Heng said: "According to what I said, tell the brothers in the security bureau to pay more attention to the strangers nearby and be more vigilant. If my prediction is correct, there may be uninvited guests coming to the door recently."

Fan Yang took the order to leave. After he left, Xue Qinglan half-sat on the edge of the desk opposite Wen Heng, not speaking. Although his eyes were still on Wen Heng, he was obviously distracted.After a long while, he collected his wandering thoughts, and slowly said to Wen Heng: "Brother Heng, you want to fight Feng Bao forever, but it's not all for revenge, is it?"

There was no one in the left and right rooms, so Wen Heng stretched out his hand to Xue Qinglan, stroked the side of his face lightly, and said softly, "Why do you ask?"

"You fought for the Chunjun Sect in Siyou Mountain, rescued a hundred or so young disciples in Xingcheng, and took care of the Chunjun Sect for him at Gu Chuifang's request. None of this has anything to do with revenge. He is burdened with heavy burdens." He bowed his head following Wen Heng's gesture, like a small animal actively sending its head into his warm palm, "There are ways to kill Feng Baoyi, but you chose the most difficult one. I want to take this opportunity to find out how the imperial court plans to deal with the various sects, and to keep the Central Plains Wulin from Feng Baoyi, right?"

"You think too highly of me," Wen Heng said, but there was a boundless smile on his lips, as if he was relieved, but also had a more gentle meaning, "It's so arrogant to save the Central Plains martial arts by one's own power. Even the storytellers in restaurants outside dare not make up such stories."

"But you seem to have done it last time." Xue Qinglan avoided his right shoulder injury, bent down and hugged him gently, "Wen Shaoxia, those people are not related to you, they are strangers, even They may listen to rumors and regard you as a villain, are they worth your life for them?"

Wen Heng stretched his arms around his thin and slightly arched back, and replied in a low voice: "If the Chunjun Sect hadn't taken me in, if the Central Plains Wulin hadn't given me room, I wouldn't be where I am today, let alone meet you."

"So, Qing Lan, it's up to people. I dare not say that I can change my fate against the sky, but I will do my best to keep this foothold."

He went to the country and left home, concealed his identity, and walked through thousands of days and nights with hatred in his heart, and he never stopped walking one day.But the rivers and lakes are not a quagmire for him to spend his whole life out of. Under the elegant demeanor of Mr. Wang and grandson, it turns out that he has been tempered by mottled blood and tears and thousands of miles of wind and frost.

Xue Qinglan was moved for a moment, and said "um" with a slight choke in her throat.Wen Heng turned his head to the side, looked at him with nostalgia, and silently completed the second half of the unspoken sentence in his heart——

"If there is a bright future, I will still fight swords with you, roam the world, and spend the time of this life."

The author has something to say: I was in a hurry due to the sudden outbreak of the epidemic in Beijing, so I will write as much as possible next week.