The rocks were rustling, and the dust was blinding his eyes. Wen Heng curled up in a small concave at the bottom of the cave, listening to the heavy stones rubbing his shoulders and rolling down one by one. , A lot of clods fell from the top of the cave, mixed with withered grass and broken branches. After the muffled sound of the boulder sealing, this thrilling night attack finally came to an end.
The surroundings fell into a dead silence, Wen Heng silently counted his heartbeat in the dark, and until there were no other sounds around for a long time, he slowly and difficultly moved out of his hiding place and sat down with his eyes closed.
Fortunately, there were no broken wounds on his body, otherwise in this closed cave, the blood would have been drained. But he was hit by the front and the internal injury caused by the fall was very painful. If it was someone else, he could use his energy to regulate his breath and repair the internal injury, but all the internal methods were waste paper to Wen Heng. There is no other way to save oneself other than reciting mantras in the heart, breathing, breathing and chatting for comfort.
The entrance to the cave was blocked, and Wen Heng was completely trapped here, but even if he was not blocked, he would never be able to climb up by himself, and could only sit there and wait for others to rescue him. But on second thought, he was actually lucky to be trapped at this time. Although the cave was dark, it wasn't too cold, so he wouldn't freeze to death. With his current physical strength and state, he could endure three days at least. Within these three days, my senior brother should have discovered that he was missing. If he acted faster, he might be rescued within three days.
He was a little worried in his heart, and the darkness was not so annoying at the moment, at least it was safe here. When the pain eased a little, he groped to find a slightly flat place and fell asleep against the mountain wall.
This sleep was not as stable as he imagined. Wen Heng woke up several times in the middle of the journey, and it was darkness when he opened and closed his eyes, creating the illusion that he could never wake up from a dream. Perhaps due to his internal injury, his body was slowly repairing itself, and he slept longer than usual. When he woke up from a long dream, the cave was still dark. He was sure that the night had passed, but no light penetrated above his head.
It seems that the man blocked the hole to death, but he slept in the hole all night and didn't feel suffocated. Could there be another exit from this hole
This conjecture suddenly made him refreshed. Wen Heng stood up and walked around the cave carefully. Except for the soil, he didn't find anything. As a matter of fact, when he sat down on the ground again, the old monk went into meditation and thought about ways to save himself.
In the darkness, it is impossible to distinguish between morning and evening. After an unknown amount of time, Wen Heng caught a slight movement in the silence, which seemed to be the rustling footsteps of someone walking across the grass, light as an illusion.
He listened carefully for a moment, his heart jumped wildly, and he was about to scream for help on the spot, but at the moment he opened his mouth, a thought suddenly flashed in his mind-is the footsteps here to save people, or is it the one who harmed him? People deliberately returned to see if he was dead or not
The vocal cords trembled and made a short syllable, and then fell into silence immediately, as if the person calling for help was suddenly strangled by the throat, and he could only swallow a mouthful of cold air while gnashing his teeth tremblingly.
Wen Heng clearly felt the rapid cooling of the rushing blood all over his body, and he suddenly realized a problem that he had neglected for a long time: the people who can find here are not only here to save him, but also to kill him.
When the two fought last night, he had no time to think about it, but after one night, it was enough for Wen Heng to ponder the various information behind the confrontation. One of the certain points is that the masked man must be one of the guests who mixed into Yueying Mountain while watching the ceremony. Otherwise, it is impossible for him to bypass the layers of investigation of the Chunjun faction and go deep into the forbidden area of Linqiu Peak.
A few small clods smashed into his shoulders, the boulder above his head loosened, a beam of sunlight shone through the gap, and lightly slanted into the hole, and then the darkness was completely torn apart, and the light was like a clear spring gushing out of a well, and the gurgling illuminated it. This dead silent place.
Wen Heng did not expect that he would come straight to the hole, and the doubts in his heart deepened. Just as he was clenching the hilt of the sword in his hand, a hoarse and eager young voice floated down from the ceiling: "Senior Brother? Brother Yue Chi! Are you in there? Can you hear me? Say something!"
Wen Heng's pale knuckles suddenly relaxed, and he never thought that the first person to find him would be Xue Qinglan.
But at least he can rest assured that the person who fought against him last night will never be Xue Qinglan.
"It's me!" Wen Heng cleared his throat and let go of his heart. He raised his head and shouted at the entrance of the hole, "This hole is very deep, you go and get someone to fetch a rope—"
As soon as Xue Qinglan heard his voice, he couldn't hear anything else. He didn't care what Wen Heng said, looked at him with a probe and shouted, "Get out of the way!"
Wen Heng: "What..."
Before he finished speaking, a black figure descended from the sky, with the sound of howling wind and dust, and smashed straight at him.
Wen Heng was almost freaked out by him, he immediately threw his sword, kicked the stone at his feet, took a step forward, and reached out to pick up the person who fell in the air.
Xue Qinglan jumped in a hurry, not to mention performing light work, he didn't even think about how to buffer, and he had to go to Wen Heng's side first, and then he would look down, but Wen Heng couldn't avoid or dodge, and opened his hand in front of Wen Heng. Wait below. He was in mid-air at the moment, and had nowhere to use his strength. In a panic, he used his energy in his hands to shoot several palms towards the cave wall. He was directly slapped on the cave wall by the repulsive energy, like a kite with only a broken string, stumbling to the ground. roll down,
Wen Heng immediately rushed forward, and Haoxuan caught him, but he was still stunned by the momentum, and fell to the ground with Xue Qinglan in his arms.
"Are you crazy?!" Wen Heng hadn't been angry at others for several years, but at this time he couldn't hold back his anger at all, and said sharply, "What the hell!
Xue Qinglan was curled up in his arms, with one arm clinging to his back, she didn't look up after being scolded by Wen Heng, her whole body was shaking slightly.
Wen Heng was close to his skin, and he could clearly feel his trembling. As soon as his anger burned, he was quenched by a scoop of worry. He hurriedly grabbed Xue Qinglan's shoulder and asked, "What, where did you hit? Is it still hurting somewhere? ?"
Xue Qinglan's pride of leaping up just now was gone, and he refused to answer or look at him. So Wen Heng put one arm around him, and the other hand forcibly raised his face away from him. Xue Qinglan's eyes were full of bloodshots and tears, which were exposed in front of him so clearly and undisguisedly.
Wen Heng was stunned, and for a moment he even suspected that he had had a ridiculous dream. In his eyes, Xue Qinglan has always been a somewhat withdrawn and cold-hearted teenager who is unwilling to get close to others. Such a person is rare even with joys and sorrows.
"you… "
He looked at those red eyes, and suddenly understood the countless silly behaviors of "willing to love a daughter with a light smile" since ancient times. As long as he can coax this solid-eyed silly child, let him give Xue Qinglan a smile, let alone other things. Neither is a problem.
"I just scared you, didn't I?" Wen Heng pressed the back of his head and took him completely into his arms, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's alright. Thanks to your timely arrival, I shouldn't scold you, Senior brother is wrong, can I apologize to you?"
Xue Qinglan's shoulders trembled, Wen Heng was afraid that he was going to cry, and immediately followed his back to frighten him: "Oh, I can't cry, I'm full of dirt, I'll rub your face later, and you won't be able to see anyone when you go out. ."
Patient persuasion and warm embrace finally eased his fear, and Xue Qinglan gradually stopped shaking. He took a few deep breaths and sat up straight from Wen Heng's arms, but did not withdraw his arms, still clutching his clothes tightly, as if he was afraid that he would disappear if he let go.
"Senior brother." He seemed to wake up from a long nightmare and muttered, "I thought..."
Wen Heng let him grab it, didn't let go of the hand that was encircling him, and calmly reassured: "It's okay, isn't this okay?"
"Do you know what time it is?" Xue Qinglan looked into his eyes and said, "Today is the tenth day. You have been missing for a day and a night."
Wen Heng was startled: "How come?"
Xue Qinglan continued: "Yesterday, there was a big incident in the Chunjun faction. Someone stole your treasure, the Chunjun sword. The head of Han ordered the mountain to be closed. All the factions quarreled on the mountain. At this juncture, you missing, you know what that means?"
Wen Heng frowned. According to this, the masked man he met the night before should be a sword thief, but it would be a bit too much for one person to steal the Chunjun sword under the heavy defense of the Chunjun faction. And as far as Wen Heng and him compare swords, that person's martial arts are at best a master, but not top-notch. If such a person steals a sword, the risk is bound to be great. What is he trying to do
"They suspect me?" Wen Heng wondered, "I don't know martial arts, so the suspicion should be very small."
Xue Qinglan shook her head: "Not small."
"I heard from your brother Liao that they found your broken scabbard in the bushes outside the Cangjian Pavilion where the Pure Jun Sword is enshrined in Linqiufeng."
After his reminder, Wen Heng just remembered that when he fought with that man the night before, his scabbard had indeed been chopped to pieces. He didn't pay attention at the time, and he didn't want the scabbard to be used to make an article.
Seeing his face changed, Xue Qinglan followed him nervously: "What happened the night before? Why were you locked up here, and why did the scabbard appear outside the Hidden Sword Pavilion?"
Wen Heng squeezed the back of his neck like a cat, indicating that he didn't need to be nervous, and told him everything that happened that night. Xue Qinglan frowned and nodded, "So you were framed by that person. As long as you are rescued from this hole, you can be cleared of suspicion?"
"It should have been." Wen Heng looked down at him and smiled leisurely: "But the person who can save me is now trapped here with me. Junior Brother Xue, what do you think we should do, eh?"
Xue Qinglan finally realized what the consequences of her impulsiveness had caused, and Shuang Qingxue's cold mask cracked, revealing a hint of embarrassment. He coughed dryly, turned his face away with a guilty conscience, and did not dare to look at Wen Heng.
Wen Heng was just joking and wanting to tease him, but when he said it, he suddenly wanted to understand one thing: Before discovering this cave, Xue Qinglan had the same information as other brothers and sisters, and had no idea that he was trapped. Here, and the only evidence points to him as a shady sword thief.
What kind of thoughts did Xue Qinglan have that he searched the back mountain for one day and one night without rest, and finally found this place
The moment he confirmed that it was Wen Heng in the cave, he jumped down without hesitation, not afraid that he had ulterior motives, but he was afraid that others would find this "sword thief" who absconded.
Because of this thoughtfulness and conviction, he shouted hoarsely, but when they met, he didn't mention a word to Wen Heng.