Tonight, Xue Qinglan's injury is healed, and the two finally have to recognize each other again. They can't help but confess their hearts and share their heartfelt feelings. Breathe calmly.
Xue Qinglan slept for several days. Although her body was still weak, she had no lack of sleep. She was woken up by the sparrows in the yard early the next morning. .
Wen Heng's habit of waking up early in the Chunjun School has persisted for so many years, but it has been really hard to take care of patients recently, and he stayed up too late last night, and he actually overslept for the first time ever. Xue Qinglan seldom woke up before him, so looking at Wen Heng felt very fresh, so instead of getting up immediately, she carefully observed his sleeping face in the morning light.
From the Hengwushan Knife Trial Conference to the present, Xue Qinglan, the injured person, of course has lost a lot of weight, and although Wen Heng can't be a substitute, but he works hard every day, and he also loses weight with him. It is said that "beauty is in the bones but not the skin". He was so thin that the corners of his jaw became more angular, and his face was both cold and unbreakable. Curved into two gentle arcs, the long eyelashes are pulled down, unexpectedly quiet. Xue Qinglan looked at him for a while, then reached out and brushed lightly on the peak of his eyebrows, her heart was full of peace, and when she thought that this person would be his person in the future, she unconsciously felt a little bit of love.
Wen Heng actually woke up as early as when he turned over. A martial artist has five sensitive senses. Although he was asleep, he was easily disturbed, but he felt sleepy at the time, so he didn't open his eyes. He could feel Xue Qinglan's gaze resting on his face for a long time. He didn't know what he was looking at. After a while, there was a small movement around him, followed by a slightly itchy air blowing between his eyebrows, and Xue Qinglan felt hot. "Chirp" kissed him, then turned over him gently, and got out of bed to wash up.
"… "
Wen Heng was taken aback by him, and then he burst into laughter, thinking, "This little brat has learned to steal kisses."
He opened his eyes and looked at the light blue gauze above his head, and he didn't know what was going on. The emotions that had settled down in the past few years seemed to lose their weight overnight, and they all floated lightly in the air, like a small sparrow in his chest. The inside was thumping and flying. Although it was chaotic, it was very pleasant.
He was in a trance when Xue Qinglan suddenly shouted from outside the hospital: "Who is it!"
Wen Heng immediately rolled over and got out of bed, and rushed into the courtyard with his clothes on. Xue Qinglan and the person who came had already started. His body was just starting to improve, so he couldn't use much internal strength. Standing at the root of the courtyard wall, he only used his left hand to dismantle him, while the sleeve of his right arm was empty around his waist. The palms of the two of them moved very fast, and there were almost afterimages. This kind of kung fu has made you come and go through more than ten moves. Wen Heng handed out his right palm, passed through the gap in an instant, took the moves from both sides very gently, pushed the two apart, and said at the same time, "Don't be afraid, Ah Que, he's not a bad person!"
Xue Qinglan was gently grasped by his palm, and stopped behind him and stood still. Seeing Wen Heng turning to the man, he bowed politely and asked, "Why is Master here?"
Su Youfeng is still the same, very sloppy, at first glance, it looks like he has just returned to the world after squatting in a ravine for three months. , Canglang is divided into waves, and I haven't seen you for a few months, your kung fu has made great progress."
Wen Heng nodded lightly and said, "Don't dare, thank you Master for your praise."
Su Youfeng happened to be wandering near Hengwu Mountain when the knife test conference was held. Hearing that Wen Hengli defeated the head of the Chu family sword sect, revealed his identity as a broken sleeve in public, and Xue Qinglan, the guardian of the Tongchui Xingzong, was unclear. He was suddenly curious and wanted to drop by. Visit this apprentice who just came out of the mountain and stirred up the storm by himself.
From Hengwu Mountain to Wuning City, he heard gossip about this point eight hundred times, all of which said that Wen Heng personally admitted Xue Qinglan as his beloved at the conference, and named his own swordsmanship after him. , It can be seen that breaking the sleeve can also break the truth. But Su Youfeng, based on his four years of experience with Wen Heng, felt that he was not the kind of impulsive and magnanimous person, so he did not believe in the rumors very much. Until just now, from Xue Qinglan's voice to Wen Heng's blocking, it was only a short time. In a few moments, the two people who want to fight separately can just split their palms down from the top. The two of them will naturally sense the external force and withdraw their hands. There is no need for the fine work of Canglang's splitting palms, unless Wen Heng is afraid that someone will. He was injured because of the sudden loss of power, so he took the palm first, and then figured out a way to transform the move.
To be able to think this through in an instant is enough to be called a deep love.
"This is the teacher who taught me martial arts, Senior Su," Wen Heng introduced them to the two, "This is Xue Qinglan Xue Hufa of the Weeping Star Sect."
When Xue Qinglan heard that it was an elder, her arrogance stopped, and she nodded in greeting: "I didn't know it was a senior, how offended, I hope Haihan."
Su Youfeng didn't like these greetings, he waved his hand and said, "Since the little baby is an apprentice's daughter-in-law, what else would you say is offensive or not? It's all from your own family, don't look outside."
Xue Qinglan turned her face and coughed.
Wen Heng smiled, naturally and affectionately supported his shoulders, and said to Su Youfeng: "Master just treats him like me." He added, "It's cold in the morning, Qinglan is not in good health, let's not stand still. Come into the house and talk."
The three entered the main room, Wen Heng cooked breakfast, Xue Qinglan was going to help, but he was pushed back on the stool, so he had to wait obediently. Su Youfeng watched with cold eyes for a moment, then suddenly said to Xue Qinglan, "Stretch out your hand, I'll check your pulse."
He is Wen Heng's master. Since he opened this mouth, he meant to rescue him. Xue Qinglan was very grateful, rolled up his left sleeve and handed it to his wrist, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, senior."
Su Youfeng focused on the diagnosis for a moment, then put down his hand and said, "Your pulse is weak, and your internal injuries are quite serious. You were hit by the cloud palm of the Chu family's sword school. Fortunately, there is a warm and pure energy that protects your heart, so there is no serious problem. But other than that, the cold evil in your five viscera and six fu-organs is stagnant and has invaded the meridians. This is an old disease. I can't see the history, but you should know it in your own heart. Afterwards, it will get worse and worse, and it will damage your life expectancy. It can be four years at most, or two years at least, and you will have life worries."
"I understand, thank you senior for your suggestion." Xue Qinglan nodded and whispered, "I have a solution for this matter, please don't tell Brother Heng first."
Su Youfeng glanced at him without making a decision, but asked, "Is it you who he was going to see four years ago?"
Xue Qinglan was taken aback by his question, and then nodded "um".
Wen Heng explained this matter from the very beginning, and he had already let go, but speaking from someone else's mouth at this moment still made him feel a little strange, as if he had suddenly caught sight of Wen Heng after several years of unseen time. 's back.
"I kidnapped him from Zhanchuan City back then and imprisoned him in the valley for four years. If I let him find you at that time, maybe today, the result will be different." Su Youfeng said solemnly, "This is I owe you a favor."
Xue Qinglan hurriedly said: "Senior is serious, if you hadn't taught him martial arts, I wouldn't have been saved today. Karma is reincarnation, and there is a certain amount of it. There is nothing to owe."
It was rare for Su Youfeng to be serious, and he sighed: "Good boy, I can't remove the cold evil from your body, so I can only help you heal your internal injuries first. That kid Wen Heng... Alas, he treats you with affection, waiting for you. If you want to say it, tell him yourself."
Xue Qinglan's throat was slightly astringent, and she replied, "Senior, don't worry, I won't make him wait too long."
The two were silent for a while, and it didn't take long for Wen Heng to bring the breakfast over. As soon as he entered the door, he was keenly aware that the atmosphere in the room seemed to be a little too quiet, and said with a smile: "Why, are you too hungry?"
Xue Qinglan helped him arrange the tableware together, and smiled energetically: "Just talking about what happened four years ago, the senior consciously beat the mandarin ducks and broke us up with his own hands, so it's too tiresome to help me heal my wounds as compensation."
Wen Heng glanced at Su Youfeng suspiciously: "Does he really have such a precious character as a heart of guilt? Since he knows it's a mandarin duck, why didn't he let me go earlier?"
Suyoufeng: "… "
Xue Qinglan did not expect that their master-disciple relationship turned out to be so vulnerable, and said with a dry smile: "Probably moved by the stories circulating in the rivers and lakes recently, so I was so polite when I met."
"Huh?" Wen Heng's eyes wandered, and he landed on him again, wondering, "I'm just cooking breakfast, are you two already so familiar? Would you help him explain?"
Aside from recognizing his face, Wen Heng was too keen in other aspects. Xue Qinglan and Su Youfeng didn't dare to speak at all, and they lowered their heads to drink porridge with all their concentration, pretending that they didn't hear anything or know anything.
After the meal, Xue Qinglan drank the medicine, Wen Heng and Su Youfeng stood on each side, helping him to heal his wounds with his inner strength. In the past, Wen Heng had to dredge the meridians and suppress the cold. It was very difficult every time. The physical exhaustion was light. He didn't need to be distracted, the healing effect was very significant, and he recovered in less than an hour. He went to support Xue Qinglan and let him rest on his shoulders to relax: "How do you feel? Do you feel any discomfort?"
This time the curative effect has greatly increased, Xue Qinglan's chest has been suffocated for three or four minutes, and even his face has added a dash of brilliance, he gently shook Wen Heng's hand, smiled and said: "The world's two great masters are sitting here, Are there any wounds that cannot be cured?"
Wen Heng saw that his pulse was strong and his spirit was still good. He knew that his life was finally pulled back from the spider silk, and the boulder that had been hanging in his heart for a long time fell halfway, and said to Su You: "Thank you, Master, for solving my urgent needs."
Su Youfeng smiled and said: "You boy, when your right hand almost broke, I didn't see you in a hurry. Why is it that the bigger you are, the more you can't hold your breath?"
Wen Heng hurriedly gave him a wink, but the words had already been said, and it was too late to return. Xue Qinglan said alertly: "Have you suffered other injuries on your right arm? Is it serious, why have you never heard of it?"
"It happened a few years ago." Wen Heng raised his wrist and turned around in front of him, "Look, it's already healed, and there are no sequelae, don't worry."
However, how could Xue Qinglan be so fooled? He immediately remembered what happened before, and asked him, "The scar on your back shoulder lied to me that it was scratched by a branch, didn't it?"
Su Youfeng felt as if he knew something accidentally, and silently closed his mouth.
Wen Heng smiled helplessly, lowered his head and whispered in his ear: "In front of Master, do you want me to strip now to verify my identity?"
Not only did Xue Qinglan straighten her face immediately, she even sat up straight. She turned her back with one hand and pinched Wen Heng's waist, and said sincerely, "Thank you, senior."
"You don't have to be polite to me," Su Youfeng waved. "I'm here, but I have another important thing to ask you. Apprentice, what happened to Chunjun Sword? How did you end up with Feng Baoyi?"
Wen Heng was full of doubts, and was worried that he had nowhere to start. After being reminded by Su Youfeng, he suddenly realized that there was a ready-made member of the Kunlun Buxu Palace. The confrontation explained one by one, and the cause and effect of the Chunjun sword were also figured out, and the words were exhausted. Only then did he finish talking about what happened in the past few months, and finally asked: "What is the origin of these three ancient swords? , what does it have to do with Kunlun Buxu Palace? Why did Feng Baoyi go to great lengths to get them together?"
Su Youfeng gave him a sideways glance, and hummed: "You know a lot - but this is the secret of the sect, how can you casually tell your children about it?"
Wen Heng's expression was so calm that he didn't even seem to care about this matter, but as soon as the words came out, there was an unquestionable firmness: "This matter is deeply involved with me, I have to find out the truth, if you don't tell me, come When I kill Feng Baoyi, I will ask him to clarify."
Su Youfeng didn't take his tricks: "Go ask and see if you can tell the truth, or if he kills you first."
Wen Heng said: "You really don't say it? Can't you say it, or is it unclear?"
Su Youfeng sneered: "I know, but I don't want to say, how are you doing?"
"Dang bang", Wen Heng threw a black gold token from his sleeve, and stopped firmly on the tea table in front of Su Youfeng, Wen Heng said lightly: "You promised back then that you would hold this token, no matter how much. It's difficult, you must help me once, and now I want to know what's going on behind this—Master, it's your turn."
Suyoufeng: "… "
He gritted his teeth, staring bitterly at the black gold token that refracted the faint light. Wen Heng took a sip from the teacup and added fuel to the fire: "Of course, if the master-disciple relationship is not enough for you to keep your promise, then you can pretend that nothing happened."
People in Jianghu place the greatest importance on faith, so Wen Heng stabbed him, Su Youfeng's brows really tightened, and the boss said reluctantly, "You think clearly, this is something that can save lives."
Wen Heng said with a smile: "I have offended Feng Baoyi and was chased and killed by him all over the world. Right now, I am trying to save myself, and it happened that Master came to the door. This token can be said to be used on the edge of a knife, so I don't feel bad. "
Knowing that his background was so complicated, Su Youfeng didn't accept him as an apprentice after waiting for two more years, but unfortunately, good fortune is messing with people, and there is God's will in the dark. This kid's half-life adventure is all involved with these three ancient swords. Together, they should be the people who are walking in the virtual palace. Su Youfeng pushed the token back in front of him, sang three sighs and said, "I am a teacher for one day, a father for the rest of my life, and my children are all debts. I was yours in my last life..."
Xue Qinglan couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Su Youfeng picked up a teacup, replaced the wine with tea, and said leisurely: "This matter is a long story, and it has to be talked about hundreds of years ago."
About five hundred years ago, there were only five places in the Central Plains: Lianzhou, Tianshou, Mingzhou, Bozhou, and Zhongqing. Ancient Shiguo, which is now Jiuqu, Muzhou and the western area of Tuozhou. The country of Shi and the Central Plains are separated at two ends, and the language, characters and even customs are very different. Because of the mountains and mountains in the territory, the folk customs are sturdy, martial arts and chivalry are high, and there are many masters and masters. Martial arts once reached an unimaginable peak.
However, just like the irreconcilable contradiction between the imperial court and the martial arts in the Central Plains today, the martial arts sect and those in power have long been different from one another. The emperor of the Shi Kingdom wanted to gain power, but given the deep roots of the martial arts family and the huge disparity in power between the two sides, it was obviously unwise to face it head-on, so he adopted another roundabout strategy, first deliberately provoking war on the border of the Central Plains, and then defending it Under the guise of an invasion by foreign enemies, it called for people in the martial arts to join the army to defend the country, but in fact, they took the opportunity to expand outward and pushed the territory all the way to the east of Tuozhou.
Of course, it is impossible for this kind of strategy to keep the stuffing intact, but the people of Shiguo are brave and good at fighting. Some people don't move. Once they taste the sweetness of aggression, even if they later realize that they were tricked into a pirate ship at first, it will be difficult to turn around. Instead, they have to absolve the masters behind the scenes. When the national strength is prosperous, it should enter the Central Plains, unify the four seas, and create a prosperous age where there is no one before or no future.
The people of the Central Plains had not heard of the war for many years, and suddenly they encountered the iron cavalry of the division country and many masters, and they were beaten to the point of being unable to fight back. The army of the division country has been advancing all the way, the external situation is very good, the people in the country are all fanatical, and even many sects who are watching can't help but walk into this deep water. The three remaining schools were the Yueying Mountain Tianwen Sect, the Siyou Mountain Yunling Sect, and the Lu Weishan Xuankong Sect.
On the day that the Shiguo sent troops to the Central Plains, the leaders of the three factions gathered together to discuss. Although each family has its own inheritance, but for thousands of years, no one who has practiced martial arts has ever heard of "chivalry" or been called "chivalrous warrior". They have practiced martial arts all their lives and pursued martial arts all their lives. Ultimately, is he only worthy of being a murdering knife in the hands of an unjust teacher? If the hard work in this life is nothing more than sharpening the sword for others, then they would rather seal their own dust box and be a piece of scrap iron buried deep in the ground, than kill people and drink blood and trample their conscience under their feet.
In the face of the scolding from the sky and the increasingly severe pressure of the emperor, the three sects each built an underground palace under the sect, and sealed all the martial arts secrets accumulated by the sect for a hundred years. As the key of the underground palace, it also symbolizes the oath between the three factions, and it is sealed underground together with the underground palace. After all these arrangements were made, when the whole country celebrated the victory of the army again and was about to capture the capital, the disciples of the three sects merged into one faction, resolutely abandoned the sect that had been operating for nearly a hundred years, and quietly escaped into the Kunlun Mountains.
This is the predecessor of Kunlun Buxu Palace.
Throughout the ages, they are probably the most useless and weakest group of "heroes". They are neither happy nor unrestrained. They are timid and self-defeating, and they are doing tragic and heroic acts. No point left.
Heaven does not know, the earth does not know, the people of Gushiguo do not know, and the people of the Central Plains do not know, no one remembers what they gave up, just like those ancient Shiguo characters that no one can recognize. The top of Kunlun Mountain is covered with snow all year round, and in the boundless loneliness of a hundred years, the only thing they can afford is the word "chivalry".
Su Youfeng has been in the market all the year round. Telling stories has a storytelling temperament, and even a person like Xue Qinglan, who is a bit deviant in his bones, is fascinated by it. Seeing him stop drinking tea, he couldn't help but ask: " What happened after that?"
"Later," Su Youfeng said slowly, "things are impermanent..."
Later, the army of the division country entered the capital, and the royal family of the Central Plains moved south. However, at this time, the people had come to their senses, and rebels rose from various places, and the pace of the division country's eastward advance gradually became difficult. Although there are masters in the division country, there are also many talented people in the martial arts in the Central Plains. The two countries have been stalemate for ten years. Finally, a rebel army called "Qi Jun" emerged from Mizhou, defeated the division army several times, took back the Tianshou, and continued to the west. , broke through the city of Yuluan, the capital of the Shiguo, and the Shiguo was completely destroyed. In the following year, the leader of the Qi army established himself as the emperor, and half ruled the world. After another two years, the north was settled, and the Tai/zu of Qi sent troops to Mingzhou. After the last emperor of the previous dynasty, the emperor fell, and Kyushu was unified from then on, and the war that lasted for half a lifetime was finally extinguished.
However, this is not the end. Qi Taizu started his career in the army. After suffering from war and chaos, he felt that the disaster of the teacher country was inseparable from this group of martial arts masters who relied on force. Therefore, at the beginning of the founding of the country, when the teacher country was defeated, the Central Plains martial arts was also defeated. After more than ten years of war, the opportunity was greatly consumed, and Qi Tai/Zu took unprecedented measures to prohibit martial arts, and the Central Plains martial arts ushered in the darkest century. In the past 100 years, the imperial court has not only purged the martial arts sects, but even the civilians are not allowed to store swords and soldiers privately. Most of the inheritance of martial arts has been cut off.
It was not until the middle of the Qi Dynasty, when the ban was relaxed, that some small sects reappeared on the rivers and lakes. Although the way to go has been cut off, martial arts is like a thing that can't be beaten to death. It can be learned from the secrets, and it can be learned from the landscape, the lion, the rabbit, the tiger and the monkey. The wilderness where Jianpu was torched has now turned into a forest, but some people cut down branches and cut them into swords, tirelessly rehearsing rough swordsmanship under the tree again and again.
A hundred years later, a swordsman named Yuan Shidao stayed at Yueying Mountain at night. In the middle of the night, he suddenly saw a beam of blue light rising from the top of the mountain. He was so angry that he was fighting a bull. He followed this vision all the way to the top of the mountain and found the place where the blue light came from. Finally, a sword was pulled out from the crevice of the cliff, and the sword was inscribed with two ancient characters, which was "Chun Jun".
Chunjun came into the world, the underground palace was opened, and the martial arts secrets that Tianwenzong sealed up on the eve of the decline of the martial arts were wrong, but it became the beginning of the inheritance of the Chunjun faction.
It is like the first ray of spring breeze that blows through the frozen soil, with a certain omen of hope. Since then, sects such as Siyou Mountain Chu Family Sword Sect, Lu Wei Mountain Chuixing Sect, Mingzhou Zhaoyao Villa, Lianzhou Huanyanmen and other sects have risen one after another. , The Central Plains Martial Arts is like a dead tree in spring, revived and ushered in an era of famous masters and bright stars.
"It's no wonder that there are only a few words in the historical records of Qi's extermination of teachers. I have never seen detailed records. It turned out that they were all killed." Wen Heng asked in confusion, "Then why did Feng Baoyi collect these three swords? He wanted to Open the underground palace to get the secret recipe, or do you have any other ideas?"
Su Youfeng sighed: "Feng Baoyi... how can I put it, he is a martial arts genius ten times purer than you, with excellent roots and high aptitude, but his temperament is eccentric and withdrawn, and he rarely interacts with people. I didn't know what he was trying to do when he escaped from the Buxu Palace. According to you, in the past 30 years, he has done nothing but ask people to steal two swords. Could it be that he is staying in the Buxu Palace? Tired and crooked, do you want to move to another place to take care of your life?"
Wen Heng said coolly: "It's hard to say, people in Buxu Palace are not fuel-efficient lamps, even beggars, and it's not uncommon for him to be a bodyguard."
Suyoufeng: "… "
He bent towards Wen Heng and knocked: "It's against you!"
Xue Qinglan held her chin and pondered: "What is the origin of Feng Baoyi? Maybe he has some old grudges and old hatreds, so he wants to take revenge by the hands of the court?"
Su Youfeng replied: "He is an outcast picked up from the village at the foot of Kunlun Mountain. He grew up in Buxu Palace. Even if he has old enemies, he doesn't remember it. It shouldn't be the reason."
Wen Heng didn't know what to think, and suddenly asked: "Since Feng Baoyi grew up in Buxu Palace, does he know the origin of these three swords, and can he distinguish the true and false swords?"
Su Youfeng thought about it carefully, and said uncertainly: "The stories I know are still passed down from my great master. It has been passed down by word of mouth for hundreds of years, and I don't know how much truth is left. Feng Baoyi kept it. He has been collecting books for ten years, and he must have known it, but it is hard to say how much he knows. As for what the sword looks like, I have never seen it, and there is no picture of the Buxu Palace. How can I tell the truth from the fake? He must be guessing."
Wen Heng nodded and said: "He relies on guessing, and we also rely on guessing, so guessing, I am afraid that we will never be accurate, it seems that we still have to confront him in person to understand what abacus he is playing. "
Su Youfeng smiled and said: "Boy, you haven't given up yet? I already said that Feng Baoyi is twice your age, and your martial arts are ten times yours. You can only die in vain if you go—" Jian Wenheng said. Wanting to refute, he immediately pointed at Xue Qinglan, "Even if you were not afraid of death before, what about after you have him? Are you not afraid of it?"
Wen Heng didn't say anything, but Xue Qinglan laughed first and said, "Senior, I may persuade me about other things, but in this matter, I will never stop him, if he wants to live with blood feud Life is more painful than death; I would rather go with him to kill Feng Baoyi, the children of the rivers and lakes, wouldn't it be perfect to die in one place?"
Su Youfeng made him tremble with anger, and the phrase "complete ass" was about to blurt out, but Wen Heng grabbed Xue Qinglan before him and said angrily, "What is dead or alive, these words can be hung up casually. On the lips? Besides, there is a big Buddha in front of the master, and those monsters and ghosts who want to hurt me have to pass him first, right?"
Su Youfeng glared at him and roared, "...Fuck! I am the master and you are the master, are you so unfilial!"
Wen Heng pushed the black gold token again in front of him, and said with a smile, "Then there is Master Lao."
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