The resignation and succession of the elders of Yifeng is a major event of the Chunjun faction. Internally, the selection of the elders is related to the alternation of power in Yifeng and the balance of power among the peaks; externally, the strength of the elders is the combat power of the sect, and the new elders determine the Chunjun faction. The status of the rivers and lakes in the following years.
Shang Ming has been famous for a long time. He has a single hand in the martial arts with the "Burst Sword", and has been standing for many years. Cui Jin is his eldest disciple. Therefore, the handover this time is a good thing that everyone in the sect is happy to see.
On the eighth day of November, the interior and exterior of the Chunjun Sect were renovated. The disciples from all peaks gathered in front of the main peak Jianqi Hall, dressed in white and wearing long swords. Xue Qinglan followed behind Xue Ci, keeping her eyes on him all the way, only when she passed by Wen Heng, she turned her head slightly, her eyes slanted, and glanced at him calmly.
Wen Heng received the wind from his flying eyes, the corners of his eyes were bent, and his heart softened for no reason.
Xue Ci and other scattered people from the rivers and lakes all entered in twos and threes, or went to congratulate the master, or chatted with old acquaintances, and it only became really lively when several sects came one after another.
The messengers sent to congratulate, ranging from five or six to as many as ten, were led by one or two seniors of the sect and entered the Jianqi Hall in turn. Elder Zhang Chong and Liu Ji, together with eight disciples, are here to watch the ceremony!"
"Boshan sent Lin Che to head the sect and led six disciples to come and watch the ceremony!"
"Xuankong of Wuyun Temple, Master Xuanjing, led four disciples, come to watch the ceremony!"
"Elder Wei Xingjie of Zhaoyao Mountain Villa, led four disciples, and came to watch the ceremony!"
"The six masters of the Chu family's sword faction are here to watch the ceremony!"
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Biejia Fang Ke, heard the roll call of the Chu family's sword school, Wen Heng suddenly came to the spirit, stared at it, and saw that the Chu family were wearing crimson robes, carrying long swords on their backs, and climbing up the stairs.
The six people are all unfamiliar faces, all of them are middle-aged men. After all, the succession of an elder is different from a major event such as the succession of the head. Although it is also a celebration, it is rarely so solemn. Most of the other families are young disciples, but the Chu family does not know which way to go, and they sent six masters from the inner family at one time. come over.
A few years ago, Wen Heng pointed out that Fan Yang had defeated Chu Bailing, a member of the Chu family. Three years ago, because of him, Li Zhi, a member of the Chu family's outer family, was driven off Yueying Mountain again. Therefore, I paid special attention to this team and kept watching them walk into the Sword Qi Hall before withdrawing their eyes.
The next moment, the whispers around him suddenly became noisy.
A gust of fragrant wind blew on his face, and six beautiful women wearing blue and white veil dresses walked in front of them. The beautiful eyes were full of hope, the lotus steps were light, and the young disciples of Man Feng who had not yet been married made their eyes go straight, and even the guests of the Sword Qi Hall stopped to greet each other.
"Whose disciple is this? Who has so many female disciples?"
"It's Fuyu Villa. Their faction is all female. They never accept male disciples. They have never been to Yueying Mountain in previous years. I don't know why they suddenly visited this year."
Wen Heng couldn't recognize his face at all, but when he heard "Fuyu Villa", he remembered it. The founders of this faction were two strange women, one of them, Su Xiuniang, was the daughter of an official in Mingzhou. By coincidence, she met Zhen Feiqiong, a female disciple of the Changzhen faction in Mississauga. The two are congenial, and have a life-and-death friendship. The relationship deepens, and they forge a contract of Jinlan, agreeing that they will not marry for life. Soon after, Su Xiuniang's father wanted to betrothed her to someone else, but Su Xiuniang refused to do so, and was locked up in a deep boudoir by her family, and was not allowed to communicate with outsiders. Su Xiuniang tried to die several times but failed. On the day they got married, the Su family simply tied Su Xiuniang and put it on a sedan chair. Just as the guard of honor was passing through the Long Street, Zhen Feiqiong descended from the sky, grabbed the bride in front of the whole city, and brought her back. Michigan.
The two people's personal feelings were exposed, and they were not tolerated by the world, and they were also driven by the Changzhen faction. Zhen Feiqiong has a strong temperament and has no regrets. Although Su Xiu Niang does not know martial arts, she is full of infatuation, willing to let go of everything and go far away with her.
The two roamed the rivers and lakes for decades, returned to Mingzhou in their later years, and established their own business in Fuyu Mountain, which is today's Fuyu Villa. Zhen Feiqiong was originally talented, with many years of experience and an open mind, she is already a master. She and Su Xiuniang took in many orphans, taught martial arts carefully, and gradually expanded Fuyu Villa. The disciples of Fuyu Mountain Villa are different from the monks and nuns. There is no saying that they will not marry for life. They can marry outside, and they can also be friends with the same family, but they are not allowed to have forced marriages, and they must practice martial arts to prevent themselves from falling into the hands of others thing.
Because of its uniqueness, Fuyu Villa was once famous in the rivers and lakes. Although it was accused by many people of being deviant and disregarding human relations, it has a good reputation in the martial arts. Because the people in the rivers and lakes are loyal and loyal, they often care about their heads and their tails. Fuyu Villa is willing to take care of these orphans who have nowhere to go, which is indeed a merit.
But these are all years ago. After Zhen Feiqiong and Su Xiuniang passed away, the second-generation head did not have the courage and mentality of Zhen Feiqiong, so he could only be regarded as not successful. The qualifications of the third-generation head were also mediocre. sect.
Until now, I don't know how many generations they are in charge of, they are willing to communicate with Chunjun faction, and I don't know what their plans are.
Fuyu Villa was the last sect to arrive. After they were seated, all the disciples returned to the Sword Qi Hall and took their seats separately. The big people with heads and faces naturally sat together, and the disciples of each sect sat together. The rest, like Xue Qinglan, who could neither sit in the main seat nor sit with the disciples of other sects, would sit with the disciples of Chunjun. Together.
Xue Qinglan was their guest of Yuquan Peak, so he was naturally arranged at Wen Heng's table and sat opposite him. Wen Heng was just recovering from the cold, and taking the medicine hurt his appetite. He didn't have much time to eat. He inadvertently raised his eyes and happened to notice that Xue Qinglan was holding a spoon and fiddling with the bamboo fungus and hibiscus soup in the bowl. Did not drink.
Wen Heng lowered his head and glanced at the soup in front of him. He didn't see anything wrong. He reached out his hand and felt a little warm to the touch. Then he looked at the dishes around him, and then he understood. There are too many guests today, the weather is cold, and many dishes have been dissipated from the heat when they are delivered to the table from the back kitchen, and become warm and cool. This is not a big deal to others, but according to Wen Heng's observations in the past few days, Xue Qinglan seems to never touch cold food.
A few days ago, he decocted medicine for Wen Heng, and even the water had to be kept warm by the stove before drinking it. Wen Heng only thought that he was from the south, and was particularly afraid of the cold, but now, looking at his appearance, he felt that this was not a small problem - five grains support people, he is not a cultivator, how can he drink rice all day long without sticking to it? Hot water days
The guests and host enjoyed the banquet, which lasted until late at night. The disciples sent the guests back to their residences. Xue Ci drank a lot. Although he didn't get drunk, he didn't walk in a straight line. The road to Yuquan Peak was steep. It was easy to carry the person back to the hospital bed.
Xue Qinglan didn't have a good meal for a day, and her stomach was aching. After sending Wen Changqing away, he returned to the wing, picked up the teapot on the table and wanted to pour himself a glass of water, but when he poured it out, there was only half a cup of cold tea.
Xue Qinglan poured the tea and threw the cup back on the table, making a muffled "dong" sound.
There was only one lamp lit in the room. Except for the table, everything else was hidden in the darkness, like a dormant monster, ready to pounce at any time and devour people. Xue Qinglan was sitting in the semi-darkness, the shadows spread out by the lights smeared his outline thinner and lonelier. The benefits of gold and jade are ultimately suffocated by entanglement and encroachment.
Even though he was only fifteen years old, he was still shivering with chills, and the pervasive chill was quietly raging along the cracks of the doors and windows. The winter nights in Yuquan Peak were no better than those in Yisu Mountain—
dong dong dong.
The window was tapped three times, and a tall and straight shadow appeared on the window paper. Xue Qinglan didn't recognize who it was at first glance, and asked "who is it" in a stiff voice, but the other party didn't answer and tapped three more times.
He reluctantly stood up, opened half of the windows, and said coldly, "It was you... in the middle of the night?"
Wen Heng didn't bring a sword, he stood in front of the window empty-handed, his brows were bathed in the thin moonlight, which made the cold and bright moonlight suddenly soften.
"Why..." He choked involuntarily, "What are you doing here?"
Wen Heng replied calmly, "I wasn't full at the banquet today, so I just cooked a pot of noodles in clear soup. Will Junior Brother Xue come to share a bowl?"
With the friendship between the two of them, it seemed a bit awkward for Wen Heng to come to invite him in person late at night, but they ended up slamming the door when they first met. What's more, Xue Qinglan took care of him for three days after all, and Wen Heng was benevolent.
Xue Qinglan didn't want to reject him, and couldn't take a step forward. The whole person seemed to be being pulled by both sides.
His expression was completely indifferent, and he even looked aggrieved.
Wen Heng sighed secretly in his heart, not knowing how many times he swallowed the feeling of "why are you so pitiful", he tapped his fingers on the windowsill, and said, "Let's go, if you don't go back, your face will be cold."
The phrase "cold" was like a hand, pushing it behind Xue Qinglan's back, and before his mind could catch up, he turned out with one hand on the window lattice.
Wen Heng smiled faintly, and quickly pretended to be serious: "Let's go."
Back then, Liao Changxing arranged this yard for Wen Heng, and what he liked was that it brought a small kitchen, so that Wen Heng in his filial period could cook some food by himself. In the past three years, the adversity is pressing, Wen Heng has long since changed from a young master who can't make a fire to a veteran with ten fingers dipped in the spring water. He does not pursue appetite, but after all, he is smart. After learning from the cook for a few days, he has figured out the key points. Filling his stomach is not a problem. Now it seems that it is not difficult to fool Xue Qinglan.
Wen Heng said that the noodles were cooked, but in fact, there was only boiling water on the stove. He led Xue Qinglan into the door before going to wash his hands. Xue Qinglan did not dislike the smoke, and followed him around the kitchen. Waiting for the warm stove fire to drive away the chills, his hunger also recovered. He sat at the table holding a thick porcelain bowl and sipped the noodle soup in the steaming heat.
The light in the kitchen was like a bean, and Xue Qinglan's forehead was sweated by the hot noodle soup, and her pale cheeks showed a bit of bright blood, which turned from ice and snow to warm jade, even more lustrous and clean.
It was only at this point that he finally showed what he should have looked like at his age. When he was concentrating on eating, he was a little dull, like a half-aged teenager who woke up in the kitchen in the middle of the night from hunger to find something to eat.
The cook sat next to him. He threw down his chopsticks before he could eat a few mouthfuls. When Xue Qinglan put down the empty bowl, he called him to the stove again, and pulled out a few large roasted chestnuts from the ash heap and wrapped them in a damp cloth. Handed it to him: "I can't eat meat here, there's nothing to entertain, I'm wronged, there are still a few chestnuts anyway, just warm your hands."
Xue Qinglan squatted head-to-head beside the stove, letting Wen Heng put the cloth bag into his hands, his expression was obviously stunned, as if he was not holding a few cents worth of chestnuts, but a hot bag Flying fortune.
He lowered his head and looked up again, staring at Wen Heng blankly.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but at a certain moment Wen Heng captured the flash of brilliance in his eyes, like the first drop of water that fell from the branches when the ice and snow melted in early spring.
Thousands of words came to his mind, and they all hit the dam like a torrent, rolling up a huge wave, and rumbled in his chest. Xue Qinglan opened her mouth, and finally said, only a soft, coquettish complaint: "Thank you, brother... It's really cold on the mountain."
The author has something to say: Wen Yuyan inadvertently broke the straight man curse of "drinking more hot water", which shows that bends are born.
Wishing everyone an early year and entering v next week!