Chun Feng Du Jian

From Fan Yang's sudden attack, to Wen Heng's shocking stabbing sword, to the palace guards annihilating the Yellow Eagle Gang, the whole process took only half a moment.When the last person was chopped down, Wen Heng and Fan Yang breathed a sigh of relief, let go, and slowly slid down along the incense table.

Wen Heng was suffering from a high fever. Just now, he forced his sick body to deal with people in the Huangying gang thrillingly, competed swords, and killed people. At this moment, he was finally drained of all strength and almost collapsed. The whole person seemed to be fished out of the water. The winter clothes were completely drenched in cold sweat.Needless to say, Fan Yang lost too much blood, his face was as pale as paper, and he couldn't even speak, he just closed his eyes and couldn't stop panting.

The guards were divided into two groups, the seriously injured were helped aside to rest and bandaged, while the slightly injured cleaned the battlefield and rekindled the fire.Ah Que was a little frightened, but fortunately she was not injured and had no time to sit idle, so she squatted on the ground to help Fan Yang bandage the wound.Wen Heng rested for a long time, feeling the trembling of his right hand gradually subside, and finally regained his energy.

He turned his head, looked at the embarrassed Fan Yang and A Que who was seriously wrapping the cloth strips, and he didn't know where he was in a good mood, and smiled weakly: "The hands are quite skillful, and I will study medicine and become a doctor in the future." good."

In the past few days, Wen Heng has always been devastated and reticent, his brows are frighteningly gloomy, A Que is afraid of offending him, even though he is worried, he dare not talk to him.However, at the critical moment just now, Wen Heng defended him several times and tried his best to turn the tide. All kinds of actions made him flattered and frightened at the same time.Now that he is willing to open his mouth, Aque is like a small animal that has been wandering in the ice and snow for a long time. After being wronged and finally finding a nest, he becomes timid. As soon as he turns his head to meet Wen Heng's gaze, the tears will not stop Rolling down in a controlled manner.

After going through a life-and-death struggle, Wen Heng really broke through the frozen emotions at this moment, and his body and heart came alive.After being scalded by the scorching tears, a ripple-like pain gradually appeared in the bottom of my heart.

So he raised his sore right arm, waved to Ah Que, and sighed: "Why are you crying, come here."

Ah Que was still pinching the cloth strips that bound Fan Yang's wounds, she kept her head down and shed tears, but she didn't move a step.

Wen Heng's hand hangs in the air.Fan Yang glanced at the big one, and then at the small one. After all, he was grateful for the courage of A Que who gave up his life to block the sword for Wen Heng. Enduring the pain, he reluctantly said: "It's ready, thank you."

Now Aque had no reason to delay, so he got up slowly and walked towards Wen Heng.The closer he got, the more he couldn't bear the grievance. When he half-kneeled in front of him, his shoulders twitched from crying, and he looked very pitiful.

Wen Heng didn't expect him to be so courageous that he dared to block the sword for himself.Although children don't know the seriousness, this sincere sincerity is completely sincere, it is definitely not fake, and it is more precious than anything else.

Wen Heng stretched out his arms, took Ah Que, who was crying so hard, into his arms, and softly taught: "Now you know how to be afraid? Don't act like this in the future. Who in the world is more important than your own life?"

Ah Que couldn't hear what he was saying, she hugged his waist and cried even louder.

Wen Heng has no brothers or sisters, and has never been close to such a big child. He was so helpless when he cried, and he didn't know how to coax him at all. After thinking about it, he carefully pressed the back of his head on his shoulder, and gently put his other hand on his back. Patted: "Okay, don't be afraid, it's all over."

Fan Yang Xuxu closed his eyes and rested his mind, hearing Heng tossing and turning coaxing the child there, he was amused and sad at the same time.If Ah Que were Wen Heng's biological brother, and the two supported each other, maybe the days to come would not be so sad.It's a pity that there is only one single seedling like Wen Heng in Prince Qing's mansion. The hatred, grief, and hardships are all on him alone.There is only so much space in the human heart, but his chest is so heavily filled, can he still have even a short moment of joy in the future?

Ah Que's crying over there gradually subsided, and Fan Yang suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Master, the martial arts secrets you told that old man..."

"Of course it's a lie." Wen Heng knew what he wanted to ask as soon as he heard it, and replied lazily, "It's just making up nonsense. Are you not familiar with the Taozhi swordsmanship?"

The secret book is nonsense, and Wen Heng has no ability to compose a set of sword techniques. The so-called "Peach Branch Sword Technique" is basically the "Yunzi Jue" sword technique that Chu Bailing used at the birthday banquet of Princess Dongyang to bully the Huangying Gang. Just know the goods.Wen Heng purposely loudly told everyone to watch carefully, in fact to remind Fan Yang.In the past, Fan Yang once used the move "Flood Dragon Going to Sea" to destroy the "Double Dragon Playing Pearl". When Wen Heng called out this move, Fan Yang immediately understood, and the two of them cooperated to kill the old man with one blow.But to capture the thief and capture the king, once the old man dies, the rest of them will fall apart, just to let them catch them all in one go.

"That's quick-witted. The nonsense is so true that even I almost believed it." Fan Yang was still in fear: "If it weren't for your son's quick-wittedness, we might end up here today."

"I think the one who should be thanked is Chu Bailing." Wen Heng didn't want to hear his reflection, so he teased deliberately, "If the old gentleman hadn't severely discouraged you back then, he wouldn't have allowed you to keep this matter in mind until now."

Fan Yang made him laugh, and asked again: "In my opinion, how should the Yellow Eagle gang members deal with it?"

Wen Heng pondered: "If we leave it alone, or set it on fire, our whereabouts may be exposed. If it is cold today, it may not be easy to bury."

After all, this was the first time he killed someone with a sword, let alone throwing a dead body afterward. It was already very difficult to overcome the psychological discomfort, and it would be even more difficult for him to think of a way.Fan Yang thought it was wrong to ask, and was about to change the topic when he heard Heng say: "There is a way, but it's a bit cumbersome."

Fan Yang listened attentively.

Wen Heng glanced at the sky outside, and said: "Place these people in various places in the temple. When it snows tonight, we will leave immediately. Before we leave, we will demolish this dilapidated temple and pretend that the house is crushed by snow. After the heavy snowfall, even if there are traces, they will be buried cleanly, and no one will find out until the snow melts."

Fan Yang: "..."

At the end of his hearing, he saw that Wen Heng's eyes were so complicated that it was difficult to describe. After holding back for a long time, he finally said: "My lord, what kind of mind do you have? This subordinate is really convinced."

Wen Heng didn't take it seriously, and said lightly: "I usually tell you to read more, but you refuse."

Fan Yang suddenly felt that he seemed to be a different person. The innocence, hesitation and kindness that Jinxiu Fugui had raised in the past were peeled off overnight. There was no obvious weakness in him, but a gray and cold man. Sharp silhouette.

This kind of change cannot be said to be completely bad, but he is a flesh and blood person after all, how can he blindly move closer to the cold iron weapon?

There was a slight worry in his heart, and he was about to speak, but Wen Wenheng suddenly raised his hand and gestured to him with a "shh", pointing to the child curled up in his arms.Fan Yang took a closer look, and it turned out that when the two of them were talking, A Que had been leaning on Wen Heng's chest and listening.Probably because he was tired from crying, and Wen Heng's body temperature was quite high, he felt warm, so he fell asleep in this position in a daze.

Wen Heng's side face is still the slightly childish outline of a young man, but his eyes are no longer those of a young man, only when he looks down at the sleeping child, the faint gentleness is still the same as before.

Fan Yang saw mixed feelings, and finally turned over with difficulty, took off his cloak, and covered the two of them.

Wen Heng was also exhausted at this time, hugging a warm Ah Que, feeling drowsy spontaneously.He simply closed his eyes, and told Fan Yang in a low voice: "Take the time to repair now, and wake me up as soon as the snow falls."

About an hour later, the guards came to wake up the sleeping Wen Heng.Through the half-broken door, he saw flakes of snow falling from the night sky one after another like rubbing cotton and flakes. It was exactly the heavy snow he had expected.Wen Heng stood up leaning on his sword, ordered everyone to carry the wounded on their backs, and withdrew from the Huashen Temple, and handed over the treasured sword untied from the old man to the guards.

Ah Que also woke up, and hid silently in his cloak, watching the guards cut off the load-bearing beams and pillars in the temple with their swords from a distance.The Huashen Temple has been in disrepair for a long time, and it has long been dilapidated and decayed. After a while, the roof was crumbling. When the door frame was cut off at the end, the whole ruined temple collapsed in front of everyone. It fell to the ground together with the clay and wooden statues. Bury it clean.

In the silence of the snowy night, the collapse of a ruined temple is like throwing a stone into a pond, with a bang, it sinks silently into the dark night of deep diving.

Wen Heng wrapped his cloak around Ah Que, worried that he might cast a shadow when he saw this, so he raised his hand to cover his eyes.But Ah Que held his hand tightly, pulled it down an inch, and silently took the whole scene into his eyes.

He told himself again and again in his heart to remember.

The white snow kept falling, and soon a layer of silver frost formed on the ground.The carriage set off again, and the rut marks stretched westward, finally disappearing into the vast snowy night.