The old man listened to his question, and his scolding stopped for a while, then turned slowly to Wen Heng, his eyes seemed to be watching him quietly through his gray hair.
Wen Heng looked at him fearlessly for a moment, and the old man suddenly waved his hand and said, "The boy has some eyesight. Put him down, and you come and make a gesture with me."
Wen Heng said: "Junior obeys." Following his words, he placed Xue Qinglan on the first-level stone steps, and whispered, "Wait for me here for a while."
Xue Qinglan pretended to be calm, but in fact she was so anxious to pull his sleeve, and hurriedly said: "Don't go! Beware of deceit."
Wen Heng squatted in front of him and comforted: "He is wearing the clothes of the elders of the sect, this is the old senior of the Chunjun faction, don't worry."
"What if he isn't?" Xue Qinglan's face turned pale, "Even if he is, are all of your Chunjun faction good-hearted men and women who don't kill? If he hadn't made a mistake and was punished, why would he be imprisoned here?"
The old man sneered behind his back, and urged impatiently: "Mummochi, if I wanted to kill you, I would have killed you long ago, and the children are so talkative!"
Wen Heng turned his wrists round, and in turn grabbed Xue Qinglan's hand, held it tightly, leaned over to his ear and said, "It's okay, you sit at ease, don't be afraid." After that, he raised his sword towards the old man Walking over, I bowed to the junior, and said neither humble nor arrogant: "Please enlighten me, senior."
The old man didn't answer, the sleeves of his robes were bulging, and suddenly he used his fingers as a sword, and lightning-like points were directed at Wen Heng. Wen Heng was always on guard against his sudden attack, and did not dare to slack off.
He has seen many masters on Yueying Mountain, and it is not uncommon to use fingers to make swords, and the swords are long and short, which makes the sword take advantage. Therefore, when Wen Heng asks others for advice, even if he has no internal strength, it is too erratic. The changed swordsmanship won't fall down as soon as it comes up. But today, he had only two moves against this old man, and he immediately felt the gap between himself and the real martial arts masters. Under the oppression of the opponent's unfathomable internal force, the skillful swordsmanship is useless. What's more, his sword skills haven't reached the state of perfection. He is weak at the end, and he is a slap in the face.
The old man pointed like a knife, fierce and swift, Wen Heng took the first finger, and then he was a little reluctant, the numbness of his arm increased, and his right hand trembled uncontrollably. The old man also saw that he was exhausted, and said displeasedly: "Why don't you use internal strength to use your sword? Are you injured, or are you conceited that your swordsmanship is superb and refuse to use all your strength?"
Wen Heng's entire right arm was so numb that he couldn't feel it, and the long sword fell from his hand with a clang. He simply stopped fighting, stopped and smiled bitterly: "It's not that he was injured, it's that the meridians of the younger generation are born with abnormal meridians, and they can't practice internal skills. It's definitely not deliberately perfunctory.
"Haven't you practiced internal skills?" The old man was halfway through pointing out, suddenly changed direction, grabbed his left wrist instead, chanted for a while, and muttered, "It's strange..."
Wen Heng didn't move, let him finish counting his left hand and right hand, shaking his head and wondering like everyone else before, "It's amazing, why don't you seem to be growing your strange meridians and eight meridians?"
When Wen Heng heard this, it was basically the same as "Have you eaten?", and it was not enough to shake his mind. The old man groaned around him, as if he was studying the strangeness of him, but when he went around behind Wen Heng, he took advantage of Wen Heng's surprise, raised his hand and slapped him on his vest.
Xue Qinglan lost his voice: "Be careful!"
He flew close to him like an arrow, but after all, he was a step slower. Wen Heng couldn't dodge in time, and was hit on the shoulder by that palm. But the strange thing is that he seemed to be pushed gently by someone, and it didn't hurt at all. A small stream of True Qi spontaneously gathered in his body, but instead pushed the old man back.
The old man was stunned for a moment, then clapped his hands and smiled: "No wonder! So it is..."
"Qinglan!"
Xue Qinglan collapsed as if he had collapsed. Wen Heng said that he was not allowed to use his true qi rashly. However, the situation was critical just now. , dripping onto the black placket.
Wen Heng was only able to move his left arm, so he hurriedly took Xue Qinglan into his arms. He felt a pain in his heart because of his tragic stab, and immediately knelt down heavily towards the old man: "My junior brother just accidentally in the stone corridor. Trick, now the zhenqi is disordered and the internal injury is very serious, I beg the seniors to raise your hand and save his life!"
Although Xue Qinglan knew that he had met the senior of his sect and that he should kneel, there was nothing wrong with him, but when he thought that Wen Heng was interceding for him, he couldn't get over this hurdle no matter what. He was at the end of his exhaustion, and he was almost at the end of the shot, but he just gritted his teeth and propped up his body, stood in front of Wen Heng, grabbed his hand and said, "Senior brother, he deliberately wants to harm you, it is not credible... Life and death are my own. You...you don't ask him."
His seven orifices had begun to ooze blood slowly, his hands were as cold as ice, and his face was almost lifeless. Wen Heng felt sour in his heart, he casually pressed him on his shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Qinglan, don't talk, save some strength, it's important to heal the injury." He raised his head and pleaded with the old man, "Life is at stake, please senior save him. life."
The old man watched with cold eyes for a long time, and now he finally asked, "This boy in black keeps calling you senior brother, is he also a disciple of Chunjun Sect?"
Wen Heng shook his head and said, "No. He is the apprentice of Elder Yuquan's friend, and he was implicated by the younger generation, so he suffered this innocent disaster."
When the old man heard this, he immediately shook his head and said, "No, no, no."
"Why? Because he's not a disciple of this sect?" Wen Heng didn't give up, "He's not me. If the senior must be a member of the Pure Jun family, the junior is willing to exchange his life for another life."
Xue Qinglan heard this sentence in the drowsiness, opened her mouth to stop him, but couldn't make any sound, she could only feel Wen Heng's hand holding him constantly exerting force, as if this would keep him for a while longer.
The old man didn't buy it, and sneered: "What's the use of wanting your life, it's useless to kill, and it's just dirty my hands."
Wen Heng said, "A human life is in my hands. As long as the senior wants to use it, it will always be useful."
The old man stared at him for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Since this kid isn't your junior brother, why do you protect him like this? Are you willing to sacrifice your life for him?"
This sentence stopped Wen Heng from asking. He lowered his head and glanced at the person in his arms. After a moment of silence, he replied in a low voice, "He gave his life to save me, and I should repay it with my life... There is no reason."
Hearing this, the old man took a slightly slower attitude and muttered to himself: "It's a pity that the white jade is slightly flawed, but it's worth it because of the deep love and righteousness." Then he said to Wen Heng, "I want me to replace it. You save him, yes, I don't bother to kill you, but you need to do one thing for me, it may take ten or eight years, or your life may be in danger, do you agree?"
Without any hesitation, Wen Heng said decisively: "Don't say one thing, ten thousand can be done. Since you are deeply grateful and ordered by the seniors, the juniors should go all out and never give up."
The old man was finally satisfied. He suddenly reached out and grabbed Xue Qinglan, who was in a coma in his arms, and put him in a cross-legged sitting position. He pressed the vest with one palm, and sent a deep inner force into Xue Qinglan's body to help him sort out his true qi. When his luck was short, Xue Qinglan's complexion turned from blue to white, his cheeks showed a little blood, and his breathing gradually became steady. After a while, Xue Qinglan's whole body trembled violently as the old man withdrew his work, coughed out a black bruise from the lipstick, and regained consciousness.
"How do you feel?" Wen Heng half-kneeled beside him, with his two fingers on his pulse, he asked with concern, "Is there any discomfort?"
Xue Qinglan shook his head, with mixed feelings in his heart, and said softly: "Senior brother, rest assured, it's much better, it's fine." He paused, looking at Wen Heng with both guilt and gratitude: "Senior brother..."
Wen Heng finally felt relieved when he saw that he was back to normal. He couldn't help but smile when he looked at him like this, and rubbed the back of his head: "It doesn't matter who is next to him, you'll be fine, thank God."
Why don't the old man stand aside to watch the excitement and say coldly, "Don't be too happy, you little kid... hum."
When Wen Heng heard this, he immediately turned his head and asked, "What happened to him?"
Xue Qinglan was busy behind him and shook his head slightly, the old man changed the subject and hummed: "He? I think he is very tricky, especially bullying your good-natured. Ride on the head."
Xue Qinglan: "..."
Wen Heng laughed, only when he still remembered the fact that Xue Qinglan burned his beard, he explained sincerely: "He was young and didn't know the importance of it. At that time, he was afraid to fight. It wasn't intentional. There are a lot of seniors, don't care about children." He said again: "Qinglan, come and make amends for the senior."
If it wasn't for Wen Heng, it would never have been possible to give birth to such an old son, the old man would have doubted that the two had an unspeakable father-son relationship. Although Xue Qinglan was still wary of him, she still stood up according to the words, bowed to the old man, and said, "Junior was just rude and offended a lot. I also look to Senior Haihan, and thank you for saving your life."
The old man said lightly: "No, thank him, don't thank me."
Wen Heng said: "Senior is willing to help, and this junior is very grateful. If you have any difficulties, you can give me your orders. Although this junior is not talented, you must do your best."
The old man tore a strip of cloth from the placket, gathered up his messy hair, and tied it tightly in a bun on top of his head, revealing a clean face. Although he is very old, his appearance is not the same as before, but his eyes are as clear as a clear lake, and he still retains a bit of the handsome and elegant demeanor of the past, which makes people feel kind at first sight, and then can't help but feel sorry, I don't understand how such a person could be. In the underground palace, I wasted my time.
After he combed his hair, his temperament changed, and he was quite different from the crazy old man before, quite calm and calm. The old man flicked his sleeves, sucked two large stones from a distance in the air, landed in front of Wen Xue and the two, and said, "Please sit down." He sat down on the stone steps cross-legged.
He spoke again, his voice was warm and mellow, not like the hoarseness of the first meeting: "Old man Gu Chuifang, once was the third-generation elder of the Chunjun faction Linqiufeng."
Han Nanfu is the fourth-generation head of the Chunjun faction. According to the hierarchy, Gu Chuifang should be Wen Heng's uncle. Wen Heng was about to stand up and salute, but when he pressed it down in the air, he said kindly, "I've already left my post, so I don't need to bow."
Xue Qinglan only thought the name was familiar. After thinking about it for a long time, she asked, "Could it be that the senior is Gu Chuifang, the 'Hanghai Hanging Sword'?"
Gu Chuifang smiled lightly, but only shook his head and said, "The sword has been hidden under the sea for 30 years. Carved boats are hard to find, and there is no need to mention old things."
Wen Heng had heard of the name "Canghai Hanging Sword", and their Chunjun faction had a sword technique called "Canghai Sword", which was created by this Master Gu Taishi. About forty years ago, Gu Chuifang traveled to the coast of the East China Sea, and by accident, he encountered the local emperor Whale Kun Gang and was blocked and robbed. What he saw and heard along the way was that the Whale Kun gang burned, killed, looted, committed all kinds of evil, and even the government colluded with this gang, causing the local people to be poor and difficult to live. Gu Chuifang's heart was already full of fire, and she just took this opportunity to pretend to surrender, and was taken by the Whale Kun Gang to Black Whale Island to do hard labor.
Gu Chuifang was young and vigorous, and when he saw it, he fought hard for three days on the cliff of the Black Whale Island with his sword in hand. On the fourth day, the disciples of the Chunjun faction who received the letter from him came to support them, and they worked together, and finally wiped out the Whale Kun Gang.
In this battle, Gu Chuifang's demeanor of subduing the Whale Kun Gang was deeply engraved in many people's hearts. Since then, the Black Whale Island has been renamed Fujing Island. However, Gu Chuifang took over as the elder Lin Qiufeng when he was 30 years old. After a few years, he suddenly disappeared from the rivers and lakes. It is said that he went to retreat.
But it has been 30 years since the closure, and there is no news about Gu Chuifang, as if disappearing out of thin air.
The rumors that Wen Heng heard before was that he went into trouble and died in retreat. He didn't expect to see this legendary senior in the depths of the underground palace one day.
Gu Chuifang didn't want to talk about the old things, and the two of them were not easy to inquire, so they only listened to him: "I just watched your words and deeds, I believe you are a kind child, so I entrust this matter to you. This matter concerns the Chunjun faction. One of the big secrets, maybe it will also be beneficial for you to open up your meridians and practice martial arts."