"you… "
The two of them spoke almost at the same time, and just as they were about to speak, Zhou Qin and Han Ziqi beside them seemed to be waiting for a savior, and they shouted in unison, "Junior Brother Yue Chi!"
This sound interrupted the two of them looking at each other. Wen Heng suddenly recovered from his shock and turned to look at the two of them. Out of the corner of the eye, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the black-clothed boy frowning for no reason. Hand pressed his heart.
"What's the matter?" He collected his thoughts and asked sternly, "And this is..."
Zhou Qin glanced at the boy and whispered: "This person is a medicine boy brought by Master's friend Xue Shenyi. Master and Xue Shenyi went to the main peak, and the brothers followed, and we are left here to help with the whole box. This kid is not allowed to touch this or that, that's all, the most annoying thing is that Senior Sister Ziqi just passed by and accidentally touched the copper lock on the box, who knew that the lock was smeared with poison/medicine, It was poisoned! We didn't mean to, but he refused to give the antidote, and that's why there was a quarrel."
Although he lowered his voice, none of this group of people who had never practiced martial arts, all of them knew that he was taking the opportunity to accuse the black-clothed boy, but the other party seemed to have not heard it, and was still as cold as ice and didn't say a word.
Wen Heng said oddly, "Poisoned? What poison? Let me take a look."
Han Ziqi cried so hard that she could not speak, but she held on to her sleeves and refused to show her. She is a very strong and face-saving girl. She would rather faint from a poisonous poison than make a fool of herself in public, but Wen Heng didn't understand the thoughts of her daughter's family. Seeing her stubbornness, she lowered her face slightly: "Why, you are taboo and avoid doctors?"
Wen Heng is the youngest in terms of seniority, but he has been too calm since he was a teenager, and he has experienced strong winds and waves, and his state of mind has matured. Occasionally, there will be a bit of unequivocal and arbitrary style. In the same year, the disciples were somewhat in awe of him. Although Han Ziqi got close to him, he was not spared.
Therefore, when his voice sank, Han Ziqi immediately persuaded, and even the cry was a little weaker, and timidly said: "Ugly..."
Wen Heng glanced at her in disbelief, wanting to say that being ugly is better than being poisoned, but he swallowed the words and thought that he should save some face for her, so he said, "Then keep hiding, I Looking at you, it's not a serious poison. It happens that Xue Shenyi is on the main peak, you can go back and ask the head to help you find an antidote."
Han Ziqi: "..."
Wen Heng ignored her, and said to the other disciples: "Lao you brothers to hold hands, carry the box and cage in first, and leave it outside, it's not a good idea, it's not our way of hospitality."
Zhou Qin gave Han Ziqi a sympathetic look, and swallowed her breath to help carry the box.
Wen Heng dealt with these two things in a few words, which can be called a quick knife to cut through the mess. The black-clothed boy didn't find fault again, he just watched from the sidelines, turning a blind eye to the knife-like eyes of the surrounding Chunjun disciples, and looking at Wen Heng with very deep eyes, he didn't know what he was thinking about.
Until everyone put the box and cage in place, Zhou Qin couldn't bear to see Han Ziqi still standing there, so he quietly pulled Wen Heng's sleeve and asked, "Junior Brother, what should I do? I can't let Junior Sister Ziqi really go in front of the Sect Master. Break it down? That's too ugly."
Wen Heng glanced at him and asked coolly, "Senior brother now thinks it's ugly, isn't it ugly if you don't agree with someone and you haven't beaten someone before?"
Zhou Qin blushed immediately, and was so ashamed that he wished he could find a hole to crawl in, and whispered sadly and indignantly: "Who knew that he was a drug boy, and his martial arts were so powerful!"
Wen Heng snorted coldly, but couldn't really leave them alone. After thinking for a while, he took the initiative to walk up to the boy in black, clasped his fists as a salute, and asked politely, "I was rude just now, and I haven't asked this young hero Gao's name yet?"
The boy in black stood on the steps, almost as tall as Wen Heng, staring at him coldly. Wen Heng even had the illusion that there was ice in his eyes, scratching off his face. It wasn't really hatred, but it didn't seem to be similar to when he looked at others.
"Xue Qinglan."
He suddenly opened his mouth, his voice was very low and soft, but not as ruthless as before, but with a touch of loneliness: "My name is Xue Qinglan, how about you?"
Wen Heng was in a trance for a while, and almost followed his words and answered "My surname is Wen".
"Yue Chi." He calmed down and said, "The next one is the registered disciple of Elder Qin Ling of Yuquan Peak, who lives next to the guest house. If your teacher and disciple need help in the future, just call me."
Xue Qinglan stopped talking again.
Wen Heng got closer at this time, only to realize that he was actually very young, only about thirteen or fourteen years old. He was thin because he was drawing too fast, and although he always had a sullen face, he said that he was not to be provoked. But he was born very handsome, even a little bit like a boy and a girl, and when he grows up, he must be a beautiful man with clear bones and beautiful bones.
Wen Heng thought he was still angry, and said, "I've been offended just now, and I ask Junior Brother Xue not to take it to heart."
But Xue Qinglan didn't appreciate it, didn't give face at all, and said directly: "I don't need you to apologize."
Wen Heng didn't do anything yet, but there were already disciples next to him who couldn't listen anymore, and shouted: "Junior Brother Yue has been patient enough, why should you deceive people too much! Even if the visitor is a guest, you poisoned Junior Sister Ziqi and even beat him up. Junior Brother Zhou Qin, it is too arrogant, you are not afraid to offend the elder Yuquan and the head, can't you end it?"
Xue Qinglan sneered: "So what?"
"What did you say?"
"I said, I gave the poison, I beat the people, so what?" His eyes flashed with ruthless pleasure, like a desperate madman, with a smile on his lips. How? Did you kill me with a sword?"
The disciple was so frightened by his eyes that he took a step back. Wen Heng immediately stepped forward to cut off the two of them and comforted him, "Don't be arguing, it's a little trivial thing, you don't need to shout, kill, kill and seek life."
"But Junior Sister Ziqi..."
"Oh, yes," Wen Heng motioned Han Ziqi to come over, "Don't hide, what kind of poison is it?"
Although Han Ziqi was arrogant, she didn't dare to make fun of her own life. They and Xue Qinglan were almost at each other's throats. Naturally, they couldn't show their weakness. Now that Wen Heng was dealing with it, she knew that she couldn't be more stubborn and twisted. He loosened his sleeves and gave Wen Heng a look at her symptoms of poisoning—
A beautiful jade hand, the skin of the right hand from the fingertips to the wrist is dark and purple, as if it has been marinated in ink for three days.
Wen Heng: "..."
No wonder Han Ziqi is hiding it, this poison is indeed a bit immoral and smoking, and she has a black hand for no reason. Which little girl can hold back her snot from crying
He raised Han Ziqi's wrist with the hilt of his sword, carefully observed it for a moment, put it down, and sighed helplessly: "Forget it... I think it's a highly poisonous thing to make such a fuss. Smash the iron sand vine, grind it and extract the juice, and let it dry. After drying, it is colorless and odorless, but it turns black and purple when exposed to water. This thing is not poisonous, but it looks scary. Go back and find some alkaline surface and dissolve it in water, and the color will fade after washing.”
Han Ziqi: "Huh?"
Zhou Qin was also stunned, stared at Xue Qinglan and asked, "No poison? Why didn't he say it earlier?"
Wen Heng had a headache and said, "What do people want to say? The really poisonous medicines are so precious, they are all kept in the box. I was afraid that people who didn't know how to open the box would be poisoned, so I smeared vine juice on the lock as a warning. Senior Sister If you don’t listen to others, Senior Brother, you are in a hurry to get angry again, and you are still fighting with others, that is, Junior Brother Xue has a good temper, or else you would have gone to the main peak with you to have a theory, and then the truth will be revealed, who do you think should be beaten?”
"… "
When the truth was revealed, all the Chunjun disciples who were filled with righteous indignation just now were dumbfounded, and they bowed their heads silently. Zhou Qin laughed a few times with a guilty conscience, and whispered quietly behind his back: "If you have a good temper, you don't have to..."
A boulder in Han Ziqi's heart fell to the ground, and she couldn't wait to confirm with Wen Heng: "Junior brother, what are you saying is true? Is it true that I won't be poisoned if I touch that copper lock?"
"It's definitely not poisonous."
Before Wen Heng turned his head, Xue Qinglan withdrew his indescribable gaze, and coldly and cruelly dropped two words: "I will die."
After speaking, he slammed the door and entered the house without looking back. He had a great temper and left everyone in the yard.
Han Ziqi was so frightened that she burst into tears: "I will... I will die..."
"Listening to him scaring you, you'd be dead long ago." Wen Heng looked at the closed door, his thoughts suddenly drifted away, and he said casually, "Let's go."
After a while, he returned to his courtyard, but he didn't rush into the room, but put down his sword and sat on the stone bench in the courtyard for a long time under the whistling mountain wind.
The warmth in his eyes was gradually dissipated by the wind and condensed into a frost that could not be melted.
This is the third winter.
I don't know if it's the melancholy caused by the seasons, or if there are such similar coincidences in the world. When he saw Xue Qinglan today, he unexpectedly remembered the person who left that day, thinking that if he grew up safely, It happened to be Xue Qinglan's age.
He probably won't be as handsome as Xue Qinglan, but the foundation is there, no matter how bad he is, he won't be much worse; he won't have Xue Qinglan's little violent temper, he may be a gentle and sensible little crying bag who easily sheds tears; he also He has a good body, and if he went to Yueying Mountain with him, he would be so decent now that he would be called "Little Junior Brother".
But neither Wen Heng nor Ah Que could see the "if" anymore.
The sound of the wind echoed in the valley like a whimper.
Wen Heng sat in the yard until it was completely dark, then got up and went back with his sword in hand. That night, he slept unsteadily and had frequent dreams. At one time there was blood everywhere in the Baoan Temple, and at another time it was snowing in the sky outside Runing City. When he woke up at dawn, he felt that he was sweating all over his back.
He sat up dizzy, his temples throbbing with pain, his throat was dry and itchy, and his limbs were sore. Wen Heng forced himself out of bed, poured a glass of cool white water from the teapot on the table, and drank it. Strange to say, he has been in good health in the past few years on Yueying Mountain, and he has hardly ever gotten sick. Yesterday, he caught the cold after a little bit of wind blowing in the yard.
He was so ill that he was so dizzy that he couldn't open his eyes. He didn't want to cook or cook medicine. Just as he was leaning on the table to get up and was about to go back to the bed to raise the corpse, someone suddenly knocked on the door, and a cold, somewhat familiar voice said from outside, "Young Master Yue Chi, my tutor is invited."
Wen Heng now only has a pot of mush in his head, and he has no time to think about who is calling the door, and who is the "teacher". He moved to the door with a strong vigor, pulled the door latch, and the first sound of "sorry" made his throat dry and itchy, and immediately covered his mouth, coughing. A cooked shrimp.
Yushan fell and fell head-on, Xue Qinglan was unprepared, her body moved faster than her brain, and she rushed up to support Wen Heng. When he reacted, the scorching body temperature had penetrated through the thick winter clothes, making him forget about the north, south, east, and west for a moment.