Chunjun, also known as Chungou, is one of the top ten famous swords in ancient times. It was treasured by the royal family thousands of years ago, but was later lost in the war. A hundred years ago, Yuan Shidao, the ancestor of this sect, passed by Yueying Mountain and stayed at the foot of the mountain. In the middle of the night, he suddenly saw a beam of blue light rising from the top of the mountain, and 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 where the blue light came from. From the crevice of the cliff, a sword is drawn/drawn, and the sword is inscribed with two seal characters, which is "Chunjun".
Yuan Shidao was originally a master of swordsmanship in the world, and he obtained this peerless magic weapon. He devoted himself to studying in Yueying Mountain, and finally realized the unique skills of swordsmanship and achieved great martial arts. Since then, the school has been established and named after the Bao Chunjun Sword of Zhen School, which is today's Chunjun Sword School.
The above-mentioned little story that sounds like a gift when selling fake antiques comes from Liao Changxing, the second senior brother whom Wen Heng newly recognized and who looks very unsmiling.
There are only four disciples under Qin Ling who can be considered as his personal descendants, the senior brother Kang Changhuai, the second senior brother Liao Changxing, the third senior brother Zheng Changyi, the fourth senior brother Wen Changqing, and four other named disciples. Counting Wen Heng, there are only ten people in the entire division. . If Qin Ling was too late to teach, he would often have his own disciples do the work for him. Because of this friendship, the brothers and sisters in the sect were close and got along quite well, and there was no distinction between inside and outside.
The four named disciples lived in a courtyard. Wen Heng was a newcomer and had to observe filial piety. There were a lot of taboos on food. Qin Ling knew the inside story, so he asked Liao Changxing to place him alone. Yuquan Peak has always had few people and limited houses in the courtyard. Liao Changxing thought about it, and finally remembered that there was a small courtyard near the back mountain. It was originally the place where the elders used to make wine. Later, when the elder died, other disciples did not have any. This hobby has been idle.
The front of this yard is next to the guest yard, and the back is the back mountain. It is very remote and quiet, but it is suitable for Wen Heng to live alone, and this small yard built a small kitchen for wine making, which is also convenient for him to cook and eat by himself. Liao Changxing led Wen Heng around inside and out, and finally said: "This place is indeed a bit rough. If you don't like it, I will take you to another yard."
When he said this, he had a very solemn face, which seemed to mean "you better be satisfied, if you are not satisfied, I will throw you down the mountain".
Fortunately, in the past few days, Wen Heng has figured out the nature of his cold outside and inside, and said frankly: "It's just right here, it's hard for Senior Brother to bother to work for me every day, thank you Senior Brother."
Liao Changxing nodded coldly and reservedly, and said again: "Chai, rice, oil, salt and other items will be sent up the mountain every month, and then I will ask the kitchen to send you another copy. You can rest and rest. After three days, Master will give a lecture, and Chen Zheng will come to relax in two quarters. Listen to the training in the hall. If there is anything you don’t understand, come to me in the front yard.”
Wen Heng nodded yes.
After sending Liao Changxing away, he closed the door and returned to the courtyard. He didn't care that the bed, tables and chairs had not been cleaned, he fell down on the bare bed, lying on his back with clothes on his back, his eyes wandering, and finally landed on the dark net of dust on the beam of the room. between.
At this moment, Wen Heng can finally clearly feel that he has completely become "a person", the past is gone, and in the days to come, there will be no parents, friends and relatives who can pull him forward. .
Three days later, Wen Heng came to Songhe Hall according to Liao Changxing's instructions. He thought he got up early, but he didn't expect someone to be earlier than him. The four named disciples have gathered in front of the door, wearing the same style of green li and white clothes, with a light blue silk sash at the waist, and a long sword on the left side.
In comparison, Wen Heng was empty-handed and dressed plainly, almost shabby.
Hearing his footsteps, the four looked sideways, but no one was willing to take the initiative to speak to him. Wen Heng caught a glimpse of the two people at the back biting their ears secretly. Judging from their mouth shape, they should have said, "This is the new named disciple."
The man closest to him was half a head taller than him, and didn't look like he was old enough to be crowned, but with a pretentious arrogance between his brows, he looked down at him condescendingly, and said contemptuously, "Heh, where did you come from? quail?"
Wen Heng was seldom stared at with this kind of eyes, it was quite new, and it took a while to realize that this young man did not know who he was. He rushed out and grabbed the place of the only direct disciple among the crowd.
He thought to himself, this person's worries may be a little unnecessary.
Wen Heng's roots were personally certified by his father and mother. Unless he was reincarnated and reborn, it would be impossible to practice martial arts in this life.
"In Xia Yuechi, I just went to the door of Elder Yuquan the day before yesterday." He did not salute, and stood a few steps away from the man, and said indifferently, "If I am a wild quail, then I am afraid that you are not a family. Good bird."
He swears without swear words, and even gets involved. One sentence secretly stabbed four people. Hearing the rude young man's brows twitched, he immediately put on the hilt of his sword and wanted to fight him.
However, Wen Heng bent his lips as if it was not enough, and gave a salute in their direction: "Senior brother."
The four of them turned around as if they had been hit on the back of the head, only to see Liao Changxing walking along with a tall slender man.
Liao Changxing nodded with a stern face, and the other was Wen Changqing. He was born handsome and romantic, and he seemed to be easier to get close to than Liao Changxing. He approached and greeted: "Morning, junior. This is our new junior? Are you still used to living here? Do you want to go home?"
He just asked unintentionally, but Liao Changxing knew the inside story and gave him a pestle from behind.
Wen Changqing looked back at him in confusion, Wen Heng just didn't know what to do, and replied in a proper manner: "Thank you, brother, for remembering, everything is fine with me, and I will get used to it in the future."
Liao Changxing said: "This is your fourth senior brother Wen Changqing. The first and third senior brothers have not returned. We will introduce them to you another day. Like you, these four are master's named disciples, and they will study art with you in the future. After saying that, he added another sentence meaningfully: "Since we are from the same family, we should be friendly and harmonious, and we must not bully the weak."
He has always been serious, and the seniority is there, which is equivalent to half of their masters. As soon as this statement came out, the five people including Wen Heng immediately said: "Follow the teachings of my brother."
Wen Changqing laughed and said, "You two brothers have always been like this. They didn't mean to kill you. Don't be frightened by him. Li Zhi, how's your Ping Chao swordsmanship?"
Wen Changqing didn't have the pretense of being a brother. After some inquiries and gags, Wen Heng knew that the four named disciples were named Li Zhi, Wu Yu, Cui Junan, and Zhou Qin, and the one who most resembled a fried cock was Li Zhi. He is the youngest, has the best martial arts, and also has good talent. What's more interesting is that, from the point of view of his swordsmanship habits, in addition to practicing the swordsmanship of the Chunjun School, he seems to have some shadows of the Chu family's swordsmanship.
Since he doesn't have the surname Chu, he is probably the son of a few small families with foreign surnames under the Chu family. If he comes from a good background, it is no wonder he is so arrogant.
But if he is very outstanding in his own family, the first consideration of his parents must be to ask him to worship the elders of the Chu family as a teacher, and he will never leave the near and far, and send him to the Chunjun School to be a named disciple.
Thinking of it this way, Li Zhi's arrogance is worth scrutinizing. I'm afraid it's just an outward appearance, a shell coated with gold, cloth and silver to scare people, but the inside is actually very empty, a paper tiger that can be broken with a poke.
However, Wen Heng didn't have a hobby of exposing people's shortcomings. As long as Li Zhi didn't force his way in front of him, Wen Heng wouldn't have missed him.
When Songhetang opened the door and five younger disciples filed in, Wen Changqing pulled his second senior brother and bit his ear quietly, and said, "This new kid is young, but he is calm and steady, stronger than Li Zhi, what do you think? How is his kung fu?"
Liao Changxing withdrew his thoughtful gaze, glanced at him, and taught him a lesson: "It's all your junior brother, don't favor one over the other."
Wen Changqing asked with a smile, "Oh? Who was so free early in the morning who took me for a walk in the yard? Shouldn't the second brother be having breakfast at this time?"
Rarely, Liao Changxing did not answer immediately, he thought for a moment, and said, "You will agree to anyone who asks you for a walk. You must have a lot of spare time today. If that's the case, why don't you send them to the main peak in the afternoon to listen to the lecture, and by the way, let's meet the Sect Master. "
Wen Changqing: "..."
He tugged at Liao Changxing's sleeve and shouted with tears in his eyes: "Senior brother, you can't hurt me! It's not like you didn't know that the eldest lady was practicing the Heavenly Girl Sword recently, so there was no one to stand there and stab her..."
With a "squeak", the window of Songhetang was pushed open from the inside, Wen Heng coughed twice, and said in a breath, "Senior brother, keep your voice down."
Inside the window, Qin Ling and the other four disciples looked over with expressionless faces.
Liao Changxing pulled his hand off his sleeve and calmly said to him: "Look, not only I know, but now all the masters and brothers know about it."
Wen Heng cast a sympathetic glance at Wen Changqing and closed the window back.
The named disciple, Li Zhizhi, is arrogant, the second senior is calm and dignified, the fourth senior... is lively and innocent, they are quite interesting, and they can actually raise a group of live monkeys with such distinctive characters.
Wen Heng was distracted thinking about other things, so he didn't prevent Qin Ling from calling on it: "Yue Chi, you haven't studied martial arts seriously, so you don't need to rush to learn swordsmanship, first go to the main peak Lianjintang to get a copy of "Little Forgetting Wuwu Gong", then follow All the disciples practice the mind method together."
Wen Heng hurriedly returned to his senses, Li Zhi, who was sitting on his left, glanced at him, and suddenly asked maliciously, "Master, Junior Brother Yue can get your eyes on you, and you are worshipping the door, but how can you say that you haven't learned internal skills? Is that because he is particularly outstanding in swordsmanship?"
Qin Ling pondered silently. Although he was entrusted to open the back door for Wen Heng, he didn't want to let a few apprentices get grumpy out of thin air. After all, Wen Heng is just a name for nothing, but the remaining four are very likely to become his direct disciples.
However, the fewer people who know Wen Heng's origin and identity, the better, so as not to cause trouble. Qin Ling couldn't explain it directly to his apprentice, and was about to pass it over in a vague way, but Wen Heng answered in an understanding first, "I don't dare to brag about my talent in front of my senior brother, but I just read a few swordsmanship books and know a few kinds of martial arts. That's it."
It is common for young people to fight for victory and not admit defeat. If Wen Heng admits the blame of "inappropriate reputation", it will inevitably become an excuse for Li Zhi and the others to find fault in the future. He must not give in at this moment, otherwise there will be two. This time, Li Zhi dared to provoke in front of Qin Ling. Next time, I'm afraid that he will stab him in front of the head of the Chunjun faction because of his lack of martial arts!
Qin Ling thought that he was just a spoiled and unlucky young master, but he didn't expect that he actually had a unique skill, and he didn't have time to deny it. Li Zhi took his silence as his acquiescence, thinking in his mind who doesn't recognize several kinds of martial arts skills, what kind of talent is this thing, and it is also worthy of being in the same line as them, who came from a serious martial arts family
He was dismissive of this in his heart, with a look of contempt on his face, and said yin and yang strangely: "Junior Brother Yue is too humble, why hide it, let us see your ability. After all, there is no foundation. You can still be picked by Master, you are the only one over the years."