Wen Heng's appearance promptly and successfully stopped the infighting between the two, Fang Wu Jiu jumped off the railing, Ying Ying stood in the atrium, looked at Wen Heng carefully, shook his head and said, "Apart from a good appearance, there is nothing else. Surprisingly, Xue Qinglan was actually hooked by you, so confused."
Wen Heng didn't care much about his yin and yang strangeness, but said politely: "Thank you, Sect Master Fang, for your praise. We are very good, you can relax."
Fang Wu Jiu glanced at him indifferently and asked, "Where is Xue Qinglan? Why didn't you come to see me?"
Wen Heng said: "I'm afraid Sect Master Fang will be disappointed. He didn't come. If you have something to convey, the same is true for me."
The two made such a big noise in Hengwu Mountain, Fang Wu Jiu thought that Xue Qinglan had betrayed the Weeping Star Sect and wanted to stand with Wen Heng. He planned to kill the traitor on the spot today to deter the sect. Everyone, but did not expect that at such a critical juncture of life and death, Xue Qinglan would leave Wen Heng alone and let him go to the meeting alone. He couldn't help but feel a little shaken, and said coolly: "No, I don't have to ask a dead person to speak for me."
Feng Baoyi has been silent since he appeared, and then Fang opened his mouth and asked sharply: "Wen Shaoxia, what do you think of the ban on the inner palace, you can come and leave if you want, really think that you can't do it with the nine masters. Is it?"
"Come on, Master Feng," Wen Heng sneered, "Why did I come to the palace, the most clear thing is your Excellency, so there is no need to say these high-sounding words."
"… "
Feng Baoyi looks like Zhou Zheng, but his face is stern, his temperament is cold, and he has a long scar that is very fierce. At first glance, he is not a good old man. After Wen Heng's words landed, Fang Wu Jiu clearly saw that his brows were lowered heavily, his eyes narrowed slightly, and under the thick shadow of the night, he showed a sinister look for no reason.
"good."
Feng Baoyi suddenly admitted happily: "After the Hengwu Mountain Conference, you took Xue Qinglan to Wuning City to seek medical treatment, and Wen Jiu secretly went out to Beijing to seek your help. I know all this. He served the prince early. , Seeing that I meant to support the Eighth Prince, I hurriedly ran out to ask for help.
"He used the old things as a bargaining chip to lead you to Beijing for revenge, and wanted to use your hand to get rid of me, right or not?"
Wen Heng did not follow his words, but said slowly: "I said earlier that there will be a battle between you and me sooner or later. It is better to choose a day than to hit the sun. Since we caught up today, let's make it clear."
Feng Baoyi suddenly raised his hand and hit the palm three times in a row.
All of a sudden, there were small and urgent movements in the surrounding courtyards, roofs, and outside doors and windows. Countless black-clothed soldiers appeared from the dark night, aiming at Wen Heng with bows and arrows, and several other masters and religious members. Standing in all directions, they formed a tight encirclement, and they surrounded Wen Heng, Feng Baoyi, and Fang Wujiu in the center.
Wen Heng was sitting on the eaves, condescending, and could see very clearly: In front of him, Wen Jiu had disheveled hair, and was grabbed by a man in white clothes who looked like a sad scholar. He could only stare at him with bloodshot eyes, not knowing whether to let him run fast, or to make him fight hard.
It's a pity that he didn't have a pair of eyes that could talk, and Wen Heng was not an immortal who could read minds. He and Wen Jiu's eyes turned away after a little touch, like two strangers who had nothing to do with each other.
Under the moonlight, he crossed his sword on his knees, and his clothes flew, like an immortal who stepped into the net without panic, but asked leisurely: "Your Excellency has drawn a big battle, It seems that you are already prepared and determined to win?"
Feng Baoyi replied sternly, "With Young Master Wen's ingenuity, can't you see that tonight's big show is specially prepared for you?"
"Well, I can see it now," Wen Heng said, "so murdering the prince and supporting the young master is just a pretense to lure me into the bait. Wen Jiu is very close to His Royal Highness under your nose, you pretend not to see, In fact, I already knew it. The imperial palace is under your control, and my identity is just in the light of day. Guess if you show the intention of threatening the prince, Wen Jiu will not be available, eight/nine times out of ten. Will try to find my help, and you just need to set up an ambush and wait for me to take the initiative to walk into the trap."
Feng Baoyi slightly mocked and said, "His Royal Highness is the heir of a country. I have no intention of wielding power, and I have no intention of arrogant. It's all people who have a heart to provoke me, which makes me suspicious of the prince."
Wen Heng glanced at Wen Jiu and smiled: "That's right, as long as you kill this group of reckless, treacherous villains tonight, and by the way, kill the noble concubine's mother and son, the prince will return to Beijing unscathed and see this scene. In a clean world, you will naturally be regarded as a first-class hero. At that time, Your Excellency will be the elder of the three dynasties, and the honor and favor of these more than 30 years should continue. What you want to do is just a matter of words."
Feng Baoyi did not respond directly to his statement, apparently tacitly agreeing: "Some people like to be smart, they always feel that they are the oriole in the back, and sooner or later they will take one step to the sky, but they never thought that even if they fly ten feet, they will always be there forever. If you can’t become a falcon and Jinpeng, you will get ahead too quickly, and you will only be sent up in vain and become the prey of others.”
"I understand, it turned out to be a human-like skin, but it contained the heart of a beast," Wen Heng nodded solemnly, "There is one more thing that I still can't figure out, and I hope your Excellency can explain it to me. confused."
Without waiting for Feng Baoyi's answer, he asked directly: "In order to lure me out, you even risked offending the Crown Prince, what kind of virtue can you do? It's worth your painstaking efforts to get rid of me so impatiently? "
At this moment, Fang Wu Jiu suddenly sneered beside him, "Mr. Wen, Shao Xia Wen, when you ask such a question, it's like you're hitting him in the face."
"Why did he kill you? Of course he was afraid of you." Fang Wu Jiu didn't even look at Feng Baoyi, but his tone was full of sarcasm, "It's only been a few short months since the Sword Discourse Conference and you have been in Jianghu. Shang has already become famous and has been called a 'hero'. If you let it go like this, when you become a climate, how can Feng Baoyi attack the Central Plains Martial Arts?"
Wen Heng said suddenly: "So it is."
"Since Sect Master Fang knows that he has such thoughts, why would he help Zhou to be abusive, and would rather stand in the same boat with him?"
Fang Wu Jiu's smiling lips stagnated for a while, then he slowly fell back, and asked in a low voice, "The Chui Xing Sect doesn't stand with him, do you still stand with those virtuous and respectable sects?"
What he said was quite right. From what Wen Heng has seen in the past few years, in the martial arts, there is a clear distinction between the good and the evil schools, and the barriers between the eight schools and the small schools and even the rivers and lakes rangers are very strict, and there are few exchanges, not to mention the help of each other. For example, the martial arts forest in the Central Plains is like a tree. Feng Baoyi spent more than ten years cutting off those tiny branches. A few thick branches, still barely supporting a false appearance of lush foliage, but in fact it is hollow inside, and it can no longer block the wind and rain.
"enough."
"Master Wen," Feng Baoyi stood in the shadow of the trees and flowers in the courtyard, the night wind carried his voice to the eaves, and there seemed to be a low sigh inside, "You are indeed a rare and unearthly talent. Talented in both wit and martial arts, and a chivalrous heart... But if people like you don't die, there will be no way for mediocre people to live."
Unexpectedly, Wen Heng heard such a high evaluation in his mouth, he couldn't help laughing for a while, and said modestly: "Muzan, I am also a layman, I want to protect myself beforehand, but I can't afford to be so proud of you— "
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly drew his sword and turned sideways, dodging five or six fine steel cables as thin as a hair, Feng Bao slapped the wind with a palm, and slammed his right shoulder with a slap. Wen Heng backhanded back to protect himself, and the two of them walked away in mid-air, with their jackets fluttering on one end of the roof. The smile on Wen Heng's face still remained, and he said, "Master Feng, I thought you would be more patient. Tell me why you hate the Central Plains Martial Arts so much. It seems that I don't have this honor today."
Feng Baoyi replied calmly, "Tonight is not a good time to tell a story. After a hundred years, you and I will meet in the ground, and it will not be too late to talk to you in detail."
Wen Heng sneered, seeming to find it funny, shook his head, and whispered, "Even if I die, it's not you who will be waiting."
Feng Baoyi saw that his death was clearly imminent, but he was not afraid, his eyebrows jumped, and he suddenly felt an indescribable feeling of panic, at this moment, he heard Wen Heng say in a hurry: "You Pretending to assassinate the prince, let everyone fall for you, and trick Wenjiu to ask me for help. You are sure that we will put all the elite forces in our hands in the palace to ensure that the prince is safe; the people who are spying also tell you , I came to the capital alone, right?"
Feng Baoyi keenly caught a bit of cat-and-mouse banter from his tone, and a vague thought flashed through his mind. The short moment was not enough to make him want to pass the level, but it was enough to make him live in the cold autumn wind. In the middle of the night, a thin layer of sweat oozes out of his palms.
"But Mr. Feng, have you ever thought about it, I promised Wen Jiu to help him, it doesn't mean I won't guard against him." Wen Heng said softly, "What about his surname Wen, what about his loyalty to the prince—I Have you been persecuted by the surname Wen for half your life?"
"How could I forget that he is a great master and your companion because of his surname Wen?"
The wind suddenly picked up, Feng Baoyi turned around in a hurry, and only had time to catch a palm flying from the sky. His chest was suffocated, and all his internal organs were shocked and painful, and a mouthful of blood had poured into his throat, and he swallowed it back.
"It's you!"
Su Youfeng laughed loudly: "That's right! I haven't seen you for many years, and I don't want you to remember me. It shows that people can't do bad things, or they will easily run into ghosts in the middle of the night."
Wen Heng slashed the fine steel cord in Fang Wu Jiu's hand with one sword, and the two were fighting in one place. He also corrected himself in a hurry: "Master Shen Yan, how can anyone say that he is a ghost?"
The experience of being chased by Kunlun Buxu Palace back then was Feng Baoyi's lifelong nightmare. He lived in the country for a long time, and after many years of peaceful life, he almost thought that Buxu Palace had forgotten him. The wind slammed face to face, the shock and shock he suffered were indescribable, and it was difficult to maintain a calm expression, his expression was as ferocious as a ghost, and he hissed and asked, "Why are you here?!"
Su Youfeng's internal strength pushed him like a mountain and a sea, and the posture was obviously to kill him in the palm of his hand, but he replied calmly: "I am entrusted by others, thanks to you."
At the beginning, he was ordered to hunt down Feng Baoyi and told him to cut off his arm. From then on, he was expelled from the Buxu Palace and became a unkempt beggar. It took Su Youfeng several years to get used to living with only his left arm. It wasn't that he never thought of revenge at that time. Unfortunately, Feng Baoyi has long since disappeared and was nowhere to be found. By the time he showed up again, this person had already changed. , became an inner guard who won the emperor's trust, and there were many martial arts masters around him. After Su Youfeng's broken arm, his strength is not as strong as before, and the odds of winning against Feng Baoyi are not high.
Although he looks sloppy and crazy, he actually knows a lot and is not an impulsive and reckless person. So Su Youfeng has since been hidden in the market, monitoring Feng Baoyi while keeping a low profile, and choosing suitable apprentices for himself, hoping to repay the debt with blood, so that he can take revenge on Feng Baoyi in his lifetime.
Who knows if he is extremely peaceful and has good luck: the apprentice received too well, without him having to worry a little, Wen Heng smoothly pushed Feng Baoyi in front of him.