At first, when he saw Xue Qinglan jumping down without saying a word, trying to avoid hitting him even though he was injured, Wen Heng couldn't help but feel a little frightened.
He always felt that this little brat was a bit crazy and paranoid, too reckless, and didn't take his own life seriously; but when he figured out the twists and turns behind Xue Qinglan's actions, he could no longer care about the madness. Crazy - he is quite calm, but without Xue Qinglan's madness, now he has to squat in the dark and be a mole, how can he be so reckless
Wen Heng has been on the mountain for three years, and he has never been so close to a fellow disciple. Maybe he was afraid of it in the past, and both the reliable and the unreliable abandoned him. He simply put away all his outgoing tentacles. Can't even talk about it.
As Xue Qinglan, Wen Heng originally thought that he was a cold star hanging in the sky, always staring at the world coldly, but he never imagined that the stars would one day fall from the sky, silently but fiery into his arms.
Holding the temperature in his hands, he was almost burned, but he was reluctant to let go.
"Senior brother, what should I do?" Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, Xue Qinglan had to overcome the embarrassment and took the initiative to speak, "I am the only one here in the back mountain, and I am afraid that others will not be able to find it here for a while."
Wen Heng followed his words with an "um", as if it wasn't him who was distracted just now, but his attitude suddenly softened, and he leaned on his shoulder and asked, "How is your Qinggong? Can you do it yourself?"
Xue Qinglan looked up at the hole the size of the wellhead, got up from Wen Heng's arms, and hesitated, "I'll try."
Wen Heng stood up with him and encouraged: "It's okay, don't be afraid to fall, I'll pick you up below."
Xue Qinglan's face was inexplicably hot, and she felt that Wen Heng became more and more like a big brother, so broad and gentle, knowing that he couldn't have it for himself, but he couldn't help but crave.
He lifted his breath and jumped, kicked the stone and stepped on the wall of the cave, climbing all the way with strength, but unfortunately when it was about ten feet high, he didn't find the right landing point, stepped on the air with one foot, and his internal strength was supported to the end. It sank suddenly and fell down.
Xue Qinglan simply closed her eyes, preparing for the coming pain, but was picked up by Wen Heng, her feet were in the air, and she landed firmly in his arms.
He tentatively opened one eye and saw Wen Heng's beautiful and sharp jawline, as well as the slightly upturned corner of his lips.
"I accidentally stepped on the air." He stared blankly at the arc that was getting bigger and bigger, and quickly jumped out of Wen Heng's arms, looking for it to add, "I'll try again."
After a while, Xue Qinglan was once again exhausted and fell from the air, this time on the face down, Wen Heng calmly and helplessly spread his arms below, and took him in his arms.
Like a distant migratory bird returning to its habitat, Xue Qinglan was buried in his neck, smelling the faint dust on his shoulders, mixed with a scent of green bamboo washed with water, distant and familiar.
In this wild cave, where every day should not be called, the earth and the earth are not working, there is no food or drink, and there is no hope of escape. The situation can't be worse. Xue Qinglan was silent for a moment, and suddenly, like a convulsion, she laughed against Wen Heng's shoulder.
Wen Heng reluctantly endured it for a while, but finally couldn't hold it in anymore. He hugged him and couldn't help laughing: "Yi Bairen is daring, just like this three-legged cat, you still dare to jump down?"
"What's the use of picking up these old accounts now?" Xue Qinglan was tired of laughing, laying on his shoulders lazily, not wanting to get up, and muttered, "The three-legged cat can't get on, what should I do, brother two-legged cat?"
"Two-legged cat" said coolly, "Shout, you broke your throat, let's see if someone will come to save you."
Xue Qinglan laughed again, Wen Heng let him go, let him sit down on a protruding rock, pondered for a while, and said, "I know a little about Qinggong Art, but I haven't practiced it myself. You, whether we can go out depends on your understanding."
Xue Qinglan said: "I have been a senior brother for a few days, and now you want to be my master again? You are not taking advantage enough."
Wen Heng almost blurted out, "Would you like to teach you what to take advantage of?", remembering that Xue Qinglan was still young, he hurriedly swallowed it, shook his head and said, "I can't afford such a big apprentice. If I really want to take advantage of you, I'll change your name to Big Brother. already."
Xue Qinglan, like a stubborn child who specializes in anger, dragged his tone and said without any respect: "Yes, yes, my younger brother is young and ignorant, and his kung fu is ordinary. I would like to ask the elder brother to give me some advice."
The two laughed for a while, and Wen Heng explained to him the light work of "Born Lotus" that he had memorized before. This/gong was originally a secret book hidden in the Qing palace, and it has been lost for a long time. Except for Wen Heng, it is estimated that no other person can memorize it completely. Legend has it that the Buddha walks and walks one step at a time for a lifetime of lotus flowers. This light exercise scripture is derived from this. Floating feathers can also float a few feet away by force.
Wen Heng laughed at Xue Qinglan as a three-legged cat kung fu at first, but when he started to teach it, he realized that he was talented, savvy, and learned quickly, but his inner strength was so ordinary, so he couldn't help but wonder, "How does your master urge you to practice kung fu on weekdays? Right? It’s a pretty good seedling, why did you only enter the country so little?”
Xue Qinglan closed her eyes and said indifferently, "I'm too lazy, I've been fishing for three days and drying the nets for two days.
The Chunjun faction doesn't talk about the weak and the strong, at least the rules of survival of the fittest in the sect are still very clear. Wen Heng needless to say, his disciples can be called diligent and competitive, and they are not willing to be left behind. Xue Qinglan is more delicate and picky than the eldest lady of the Han family.
Wen Heng thought about it and felt that Xue Qinglan couldn't be blamed for this matter. It was one thing for him to not practice diligently, but it was another thing for Xue Ci to not teach him well. If he was given two months, he might not be able to blame Xue Qinglan. This crooked seedling is straightened.
When he was distracted, he suddenly heard Xue Qinglan ask: "By the way, brother, are you hungry? You haven't eaten for almost two days."
"It's okay," Wen Heng asked, "what, are you hungry?"
Xue Qinglan took out a cloth bag from her arms and handed it to him: "Fortunately, I still have some rations, a drop in the bucket, but it's better than nothing."
Seeing that the cloth bag was familiar, Wen Heng moved in his heart and took it over to open it. It turned out to be the chestnuts he gave Xue Qinglan before he left that night, a lot of them, and Xue Qinglan's body temperature on them.
If it hadn't happened to be trapped, I don't know how long this bag of chestnuts would have been in his arms.
Wen Heng raised his eyes and glanced at him. Xue Qinglan only realized the key point after giving it. He avoided his eyes with some guilt, and said stubbornly: "I didn't live up to the generous gift of my senior brother... I forgot to eat it for a while."
Wen Heng didn't answer, he squeezed open the chestnut shell with a "click", revealing the sweet inner core, and handed it to Xue Qinglan: "It's not too late to eat now."
Xue Qinglan shook her head: "No need... I've eaten."
Wen Heng believed that he had a ghost.
He didn't know what kind of hardship Xue Qinglan had endured, and what kind of person he considered him in his heart, he was reluctant to eat even a few chestnuts, so he had to hide them so cherishly. Right now, he just wants to get out of here as soon as possible, and go outside and give him a lot of better and sweeter things, lest this silly child be deceived in the future and be easily dizzy by a few worthless dried fruits, and even his own life will be lost. Throw it away without hesitation.
"Then it's almost time for the next meal." Wen Heng's expression remained unchanged, but he said without doubt, "It's not a pity, I'll cook everything for you in the future."
Although he didn't say it clearly, it has already broken Xue Qinglan's careful thinking. Xue Qinglan couldn't be more stubborn, so she had to honestly share the chestnuts with Wen Heng, you and me.
Although this thing can't satisfy my stomach, it relieves my hunger a little bit. Xue Qinglan clapped her hands, got up and said, "Okay, I'll try again."
This time, according to the light exercise taught by Wen Heng, he performed "stepping down to grow lotus". He tapped a stone with his toes, and floated up along the wall of the cave. Although his strength was still insufficient, he had obtained the true meaning of this exercise by looking at his body technique. , very elegant and light. Although this time was much taller than before, Xue Qinglan was trying this technique for the first time after all. Her breathing was messed up on the way, the breath in her dantian dissipated immediately, and her body suddenly fell from the air as heavy as a thousand jins.
Because this time Xue Qinglan climbed higher than before, and his fall was stronger than the previous two times, almost catching up with the huge momentum of the first round. Wen Heng caught him from underneath, only to feel his arms sinking, he couldn't help but take a step backward, only to hear a "kara" sound, as if something had cracked.
This sound was very obvious in the silence, Xue Qinglan was stunned for a moment, jumped up from his arms, grabbed Wen Heng's wrist, and said anxiously, "Senior brother, where are you injured?"
As he fell to the ground, the sound of cracking under the feet of the two made a sound, and the ground began to shake and collapse. Wen Heng held Xue Qinglan's hand instead and said doubtfully, "Don't worry, I'm fine... Is this something moving outside, or did we step on something?"
Xue Qinglan was even more dazed than him, and shook his head blankly, just as he was about to speak, suddenly there was an empty space under his feet, and a big hole collapsed in the ground.
With the wind whistling in his ears, Wen Heng grabbed Xue Qinglan tightly, guessing by intuition that the hole was far from the ground, and said loudly, "Going forward to lift your Qi, put your palm on the ground!"
His voice echoed in the darkness, the echo was faint, and the underground space seemed to be huge. The sound of the palm breaking the wind sounded, Wen Heng held the long sword in his right hand, trying to plunge into the hard rock wall to extend the buffer, but unfortunately the sword was not sharp enough, and he never found a place to use it. In the blink of an eye, Xue Qinglan's palm force finally hit the ground. He seized the opportunity to use light work, and with this weak stagnation force, he turned around in the air, and was finally held by Wen Heng in his arms. The people landed together on the hard stone ground and rolled out several times.
Fortunately, Xue Qinglan was rescued in time, neither of them were seriously injured, at most a few bruises appeared.
"Yes, you have such qualifications. If you work harder, after three years, you will definitely have a place in the top ten in the world." Wen Heng helped him stand up, pinched his cold fingers soothingly, and wiped it with one hand. Huozhe, "Don't be afraid. Do you have a Huozhe?"
It took Xue Qinglan a long time to recover from the shock. Cold sweat flashed on his forehead under the weak light. He took out the fire zhezi from his arms and asked with a stiff voice, "I heard before that people who touch gold often sit on the top of ancient tombs. Hitting the hole, senior brother, we just... didn't we just step into the place where your ancestors of the Chunjun sect were buried, right?"