As soon as Han Ziqi left, Liao Changxing arrived at the back. When he saw the sword spikes on the stone table, he immediately understood, but he didn't joke, and calmly said to him: "Junior sister has a heart, I'm here to tell you about this. Ten On the eighth day of the first month, when Elder Jixue will step down, we will also welcome guests at Yuquan Peak, and others can say that Master’s close friend and Mingzhou’s genius doctor, Xue Ci, will stay on the peak for two more months, and will return in the spring.”
Among the four direct disciples under Qin Ling, only Liao Changxing is more popular because he is well-mannered and does not like to joke. He is in stark contrast with the four brothers who are like wild monkeys. He is one of the few on Yueying Mountain. One of the decent people.
Wen Heng poured him a cup of tea and said indifferently, "Come here, what does it have to do with me?"
Liao Changxing thanked him, took the tea, and said, "One is that he will live in the guest house next to yours when he arrives on the mountain, and sometimes he may need help. Senior brother lives far away, so please help and don't neglect your distinguished guests. Two Come, Master also wanted to take this opportunity to ask him to give him a thumbs up and see if your physique can be reversed by manpower."
Wen Heng was startled.
Liao Changxing sighed: "It's not easy for you these years, we all see it in our eyes, no matter what, we should try it if we have a chance. What if it's right?"
That year, Li Zhi deliberately shot at him, but he was thrown out. This fact is very strange, and it happened in front of the lecturer of Haichuan Hall, the daughter of the head, and the disciple of Jixue Yuquan's second peak, Liao Changxing concealed everything for him. not live. After Wen Heng woke up, he and Li Zhi were sent to the Sword Qi Hall and confronted the five elders before the headmaster.
According to Li Zhi, his palm only used 30% of his internal strength. His original intention was to teach Wen Heng a lesson, not to seriously hurt him. Who would have thought that when the palm hit Wen Heng's chest, there would be a lot of infuriating energy in the opponent's body, like a blockage. The wall knocked him out. Not only did he not feel that he was wrong, but he suspected that Wen Heng was pretending to be weak, deliberately covering up his martial arts skills, and hiding some scheming behind his back.
Wen Heng was even more confused than others. He talked about his situation over the years in front of Han Nanfu, the head of Chunjun. The five elders came up to take turns to check his pulse. The eight meridians can't be found everywhere, let alone "the body is full of infuriating energy", other people who send him internal force are all mud bulls into the sea, without a trace.
Li Zhi refused to accept it, and suddenly burst into inspiration while struggling, and shouted loudly: "Sect Master, elders, the disciple did not tell a lie, this kid is just pretending! If you don't believe it, hit him with a slap and give it a try!"
The noise in the Sword Qi Hall stopped, and Wen Heng clenched his fists in the deadly silence.
Chunjun's wound medicine was very effective, but he was a mortal after all. Although he was hit by Li Zhi without serious internal injuries, his internal organs were aching faintly, and the blood in his mouth had not dissipated to this day.
If someone gave him another slap at this time, Wen Heng wasn't sure if he could still stand here properly.
The five elders exchanged glances, and Han Nanfu's face was sinking, as if he was really thinking about the feasibility of his proposal. Without waiting for others to speak, Wen Changqing couldn't stand it any longer, and stood up and said: "Master, if Junior Brother Yue really came prepared as Li Zhi said, he would not conflict with Li Zhiqi at all, or even not at all. If he was hit by Li Zhi, wouldn't he be exposed all at once? There are so many strange things in this world, and Junior Brother Yue's physique is special, and it's not his fault. "
Minghefeng elder Meng Feixue nodded approvingly.
Li Zhi argued: "Yue Chi's swordsmanship is weird and his internal skills are weird, but he insists that he has never learned martial arts. It is hard to guarantee that he is not practising some crooked martial arts, and he has practiced himself like this before trying to steal the secret book "Forgetting". The Master Mingjian, how could there be someone in this world who has not learned martial arts, and can be tied with Junior Sister Ziqi with just a single plum branch? The disciple also had doubts in his heart, so he tried to test it."
Qin Ling had long known Wen Heng's identity, but at this moment, he could not help but sigh when he saw Li Zhi turning black and white and clambering randomly.
Han Nanfu pondered for a moment, and said, "What Changqing said is not without reason. However, Li Zhi was at fault first, and Yue Chi couldn't prove his innocence. In my opinion, neither of them should stay on the mountain. Disciple, you are not allowed to enter the inner door in the future."
Li Zhiru was struck by lightning and was dumbfounded on the spot. Wen Heng's face changed slightly, his heart sank, and he felt that his breathing was suffocated, and even breathing caused pain in his internal organs.
To put it bluntly, this matter is a family matter of Yuquanfeng. Even if the other elders feel that it is not right, seeing that Qin Ling has nothing to say, it is not good to take over. Seeing that everyone was speechless, Han Nanfu said, "Then—"
"Sect Master Rong Qi," Liao Changxing suddenly said, "This disciple has objections."
He stepped out of the crowd, saluted respectfully, and said with a straight face: "According to the rules of this sect, no force is allowed on the main peak, except for Jinggang Hall, no private fights, and no cannibalism. Junior Brother Yue Chi and Junior Sister Zi Qi committed a crime. One or two, they should be punished for cleaning the Haichuan Hall for one month, banning martial arts for ten days, and copying the rules ten times. Li Zhi, however, committed three crimes, which should be expelled from the school and never used again."
"But there is nothing in the sect rules that says that there is no special physique, nor does it say that there is an extraordinary talent. Junior Brother Yue Chi has not violated the precepts, and there is no need to prove his innocence." He said, "One of the punishments is light, and the other is heavy, which is unfair. Also, please think twice."
Han Nanfu: "..."
Liao Changxing sometimes really doesn't know whether people should tell him whether he is upright or stupid. He was about to take out a book of sect rules and read it aloud to Han Nanfu. As long as Han Nanfu replied, a big black pot of "ignoring the sect rules" would immediately fall on his head. There are such disciples in the world who bully the sect master.
Liuxiafeng elder Xie Qing heard the end and couldn't help laughing. He teased Qin Ling: "I said long ago that this child Changxing is mature and prudent, which will save you a lot of trouble."
Meng Feixue said, "Ziqi's temperament really needs to be changed. It's fortunate that Yue Chi is sensible and doesn't use real swords and spears to show her, or else she accidentally gets hurt and touches her, who should she turn to?"
Han Nanfu coughed lightly, and after being reminded by Meng Feixue, he remembered that there was still his precious daughter here, he immediately pushed the boat down the river, got off the donkey down the slope, and followed Meng Feixue's words: "Yes, Changxing is thoughtful, just follow Meng Feixue's words. What do you think about what he said?"
Qin Ling was quite satisfied with Liao Changxing's proposal and nodded. When the elders saw his statement, they would naturally not interfere in Biefeng's business, so the dust settled, and Li Zhi packed up and left Yueying Mountain the next day. Heng Ze was sent to Haichuan Hall by his unselfish second senior brother, and diligently wiped the floor for a month.
Han Ziqi didn't know him or knew each other. She chased him every day to ask for swordsmanship, and the nails she hit became harder and harder. In the end, she had no choice but to give up, put out that little charm, and unilaterally try to become good brothers with him.
Wen Heng still hasn't figured out why he was able to bounce Li Zhi into the air. From the few experiences, he did have a real qi in his body, scattered all over the body. Wen Heng couldn't control it himself, but If there is an external force, the infuriating energy will spontaneously accumulate to compete with it.
To put it simply, he has a body shield, but he doesn't know how to use it. He can only stand and wait for others to beat him. There is no guarantee that he will not be beaten to death. Anyway, it is better than nothing.
If he wants to protect himself, he can only rely on the long sword in his hand.
Therefore, Wen Heng has been the most diligent disciple on Yuquan Peak for the past three years. He only slept for two hours a day. At first everyone thought he was a little crazy, but after watching for years and months, they found that Wen Heng's madness was flowing, but it was actually a kind of perseverance that was beyond ordinary people.
It’s hard to say whether diligence can move God, but Yuquan Peak was indeed moved by him. Even though he knew that Wen Heng had little hope of practicing martial arts like them, his master and brother still wouldn’t let go of every opportunity.
Thinking of this, Wen Heng's face softened, he nodded in agreement, and said, "I understand."
"Also," Liao Changxing said, "turn back to the new year, you have studied at Yuquan Peak for three years, and next spring you will have to compete with other disciples of the other peaks. You know the rules of Yueying Mountain, if you can't compare with others, It can only be reduced to an outer disciple. In the future... sigh, I won't say it, you can think for yourself."
Wen Heng sighed and laughed at his sigh, and couldn't help the corners of his eyes, and said, "Yes, senior brother and master are so reluctant to bear me, I will work hard and strive to stay on Yuquan Peak to fulfill my filial piety."
Liao Changxing threatened him and said, "You'd better be."
The time of January is fleeting. On the fourth day of November, Wen Heng practiced swordsmanship in the back mountain and returned at night. Before he reached the small courtyard where he lived alone, he heard shouting from the direction of the guest house in front of him. The noise seemed to be mixed with the cry of a woman, and the movement was so lively that it was difficult for him to pretend to be deaf.
Thinking of Liao Changxing's instructions a few days ago, Wen Heng reluctantly turned his footsteps with a sullen face, intending to come back after poking his head at the door of the guest house.
The guest house is built according to the common method of Yueying Mountain. There is a plaque on the door, and the book "Bamboo is densely watered". There are a few clumps of green bamboos in the courtyard, and there is a clear stream in front of the courtyard. The leaves fell down, and now there are only bare poles that protrude from the courtyard wall, and there are still half rags hanging on them, and they are drifting lonely in the wind.
Wen Heng took a closer look and found that it seemed to be the cloth used for the clothes of Chunjun disciples, and when he got closer, he heard Zhou Qin's loud and angry rebuke: "Don't deceive people too much! I just touched you, it's so useful. Vicious, do you want others to take their lives to compensate you?"
Wen Heng and Zhou Qin are not familiar with each other, but they also know that he has a warm temper and is not a person who likes to cause trouble. It is the first time that Wen Heng has seen him so excited. He was aroused a little bit of interest, and he turned around the corner quickly, and he saw a group of white-clothed Chunjun disciples blocking the door of the guest house. There were many boxes and cages scattered around, and there was a familiar long sword on the ground.
A cold boy's voice floated out from the crowd, his voice was colder than the mountain wind: "I said, don't touch it, she doesn't listen to me, what does it have to do with me."
Wen Heng deliberately sounded heavy footsteps, pretending that he was just passing by by chance: "Are you all there? Is it so lively that your guests are here, you even lost your sword."
When everyone heard the sound, they turned around and saw that he was coming. They spontaneously gave up a narrow passage to reveal the three people standing in the center: Zhou Qin, whose sleeves were torn and his face was full of anger, holding his right wrist and crying like a fat man. Han Ziqi, the head doll, and the black-clothed boy who stood at the door with his arms crossed, although he didn't seem to do anything, had already committed public anger.
He was facing Wen Heng sideways, a little too thin, his long black hair was the same color as the clothes, the whiter the complexion, the paler his expression, he looked like snow floating in a deep pool, so cold that it was almost desolate. There is no need to say a word, just this cold temperament is enough to keep people from thousands of miles away.
Wen Heng glanced over, and it happened that the young man raised his eyes as well.
In an instant, the wind stopped and the clouds stopped, the world was silent, and Wen Heng seemed to be locked in the air by his sight. He lost all consciousness, except for a stabbing pain in the apex of his heart.