Outside the tent is the frosty air of Lingling, but there is warmth in the pillow. Xue Qinglan asked Wen Heng to hold him by his side. He was in a dilemma, and the boss was uncomfortable, so he could only interrupt: "Senior Brother Liao is not coming over today? If you really want to move to another yard, you have to let me go back to Master Ming and pack some things. ."
It was bright and sunny, and the two of them had already woken up late. If they stayed like this, Liao Changxing would come to see him later, would he still be alive
Wen Heng said calmly, "Don't worry, I'll go after dinner. By the way, I think about what I'm missing, and I'll ask my senior brother to buy it later."
He is no longer a nobleman of the royal family, but the habit he has cultivated since childhood is still there. He speaks slowly and does things slowly, always with a casual calm, as if the sky is falling and he cannot change his face. Xue Qinglan was brought down by him, thought for a moment, and said, "It's not lacking, but I have to ask Senior Brother Liao to give me two more braziers, lest—"
Wen Heng lowered his eyes with a half-smile but glanced at him: "So what?"
Xue Qinglan lifted her eyelids and glanced at him, and she said in a long voice, "So as not to trouble senior brother again."
Wen Heng gave a short laugh, imitating his tone and said, "Junior brother, you're welcome, no trouble."
Xue Qinglan: "..."
This little brat doesn't look like relatives, but Wen Heng feels that he is just bored. In fact, he has a good temper, just like a cat that pats people three or four times before patting people lightly. It's really annoying. With sharp teeth and claws, although his face is fierce, he knows in his heart who is really treating him well.
"Are you awake now?" Wen Heng saw that he didn't speak anymore, knowing that this was a precursor to flicking his tail, he lowered his head and said warmly, "It's cold in winter, and it's easy to catch a cold if you get up too hard, it's better to get up slowly, this way. It's the way to stay healthy."
Xue Qinglan nodded slightly in his arms, and Wen Heng let go of his hand and said, "I won't bother you anymore, just go down to wash and change, and the robe is drying beside the brazier."
The bed was against the wall, Wen Heng was outside and Xue Qinglan was inside, so Wen Heng should get off first. Xue Qinglan got up from the quilt and asked, "How about you?"
Wen Heng tapped on the back of his hand lightly or not, and said with a grin, "Me? I was crushed by you all night, and half of my body was so numb that I couldn't move. Are you asking about me?"
"… "
Xue Qinglan was amused and guilty, knelt on the side, pulled Wen Heng's right arm, massaged him, and relieved the numbness. Wen Heng put up a leg and raised his arm to let him do it. When Xue Qinglan lowered his head, his unbundled black hair fell down, covering his ears, revealing only a small half of his face. Although he lowered his head and pursed his lips, there was a small eddy on his cheek, clearly holding back a smile.
Wen Heng looked at it, thinking that this was the right thing to do, he should be greedy and laughing in the rolling red dust, and he should go to the cold star of the day if he did anything.
As his arm felt gradually, he tried to move his fingers and wrists, and said with a smile, "Thank you, it's done. I didn't hurt you in vain."
Xue Qinglan had already gotten used to being poked left and right by him, so she was no longer cautious, she put down her high sleeves for him, and said, "Get up slowly, I'll make breakfast."
Wen Heng raised his eyebrows in surprise and was about to ask a question. Xue Qinglan had already guessed what he wanted to say, so he quickly turned over and got out of bed, and said, "Although the delicacies of mountains and seas cannot be eaten, I can still boil water and cook porridge. Senior brother, don't worry, you won't Burn your kitchen."
It didn't take long for Xue Qinglan to serve a bowl of white porridge and two dishes of pickles. With limited ingredients, he couldn't find any flowers, so he only cooked two more cooked chickens. After the two had eaten a simple breakfast, Liao Changxing happened to be looking for him, and Wen Heng forced him to help. The three of them worked together to pack up the bedding and other debris into the Shanji Courtyard.
The Shanji Courtyard is the residence of the named disciples. Wen Heng was supposed to live here, but because of the lack of space and filial piety, he moved to the back mountain alone. Later, when Li Zhi left, Qin Ling did not accept any new apprentices, and one of the rooms remained vacant. This time, in order to accommodate Xue Qinglan and Wen Heng, they had to re-clean them.
The space in the house is limited, and there is no room for two beds, so I simply replaced it with a wide couch, which is enough to sleep three people side by side. Liao Changxing stood in the room and looked around for a week, and said apologetically to Xue Qinglan: "The matter is urgent, we can only make such a place to settle down and wait for Junior Brother Xue. If there is anything in the future, even if I trouble Yue Chi, don't be polite."
Before Xue Qinglan spoke, Wen Heng teased first, "Senior brother is a good man."
Liao Changxing asked back: "Isn't Junior Brother Xue implicated by you? Not to mention that they saved your life, even if they made you a cow and a horse."
"It's absolutely impossible." Xue Qinglan hurriedly said, "Senior brother broke me."
Wen Heng was afraid that he would be uncomfortable, so he put his shoulders on his back and said, "Senior brother has a kind heart, this is already simple, don't be embarrassed."
Xue Qinglan was puzzled: "Huh?"
Liao Changxing knew what he was saying as soon as he heard it, and when he saw Wen Heng protecting him like a calf, he couldn't help shaking his head with a smile, and said, "Forget it, I'll be busy with you, if I have nothing to do, I'll go first, Master Still waiting for me."
Wen Heng put down the things in his hand and asked, "How was the day before yesterday?"
This was a family affair of the Chunjun faction. Xue Qinglan was inconvenient to observe, so he took the initiative to fetch water and exited the door, leaving the main house to their brothers and sisters. When Liao Changxing saw that he was gone, Fang said to Wen Heng: "It's a big deal, and Master didn't tell me much. Now we can only rely on the elders of the peaks to come forward and try their best to mediate, stabilize them first, and then investigate quietly and secretly."
Wen Heng shook his head: "It's too late, things have gotten bigger now, it's probably difficult to get them to stay."
The famous people invited to come here are all arrogant and arrogant, who is willing to be looked after like a robber? Speaking out, the Chunjun faction may be attacked by a group. Furthermore, the powers of the rivers and lakes are changing, and the other factions and the Chunjun faction are not completely at odds. Although they are not going to steal swords, they are very happy to watch the Chunjun faction make jokes. Therefore, except for the few who really have friendship with the Chunjun faction, others will never cooperate with the actions of the Chunjun faction. It will be delayed for three days at most. Even if the culprit cannot be found, the Chunjun faction must let them go.
Liao Changxing sighed tiredly, and frowned when he mentioned this matter. As a disciple of Yuquan Peak, he has many difficulties, but it is not easy to tell Wen Heng, he just patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's such a big sect, no matter how difficult it is, there is no need for your children to worry about it. These days Don't run around, protect Junior Brother Xue, and if there is any change, remember to find me in time."
Wen Heng said clearly: "I understand, brother, don't worry."
After a while, Xue Qinglan came in from the door, holding a water basin towel in his hand, and asked casually, "Brother Liao is gone? I think he seems to be very busy."
Wen Heng took the copper basin and put it on the shelf, and said, "The matter of throwing the sword must be dealt with inside and out without leaving anything to chance. I'm afraid he doesn't have much spare time recently."
Xue Qinglan was still thinking about the words just now, and asked curiously: "Senior brother, what did you mean when you said 'it's easy'? Does the Chunjun faction have any other rules?"
"What..." Wen Heng was stunned by the question, and he reacted immediately.
He laughed quite nicely, and the bass sounded like gurgling water. Xue Qinglan became more and more confused: "What are you laughing at?"
"Little fool." Wen Heng poked his finger on his forehead, "I don't know what to say because it's not a good thing, you still have to ask me how to behave in the future?"
Xue Qinglan frowned at him, five points of suspicion and three points of scrutiny, and two points of curiosity, her expression seemed to say "I want to see what ivory you can spit out of your mouth".
His appearance was really fresh, and he was completely different from when he first met him. Wen Heng smiled helplessly and said, "I will toss me... Think about it for yourself, as the saying goes, to repay the kindness of saving lives, apart from knotting grass and holding a ring, acting like a cow. Horse, what else?"
Xue Qinglan was originally a smart child, but she thought about it for a while. At this moment, Wen Heng pointed it out, her ears suddenly turned red, and she said indifferently: "So..."
"'The grace of saving life, so it is'?" Wen Heng teased him deliberately, "It's not like that as the saying goes, do you understand the rules of the rivers and lakes? Come again, speak louder, what should I do with the grace of saving life?"
Xue Qinglan looked at him embarrassedly: "Senior brother..."
Wen Heng: "Don't call me senior brother, it's useless to call me master."
Xue Qinglan asked seriously: "Do you just want to make promises to me?"
Wen Heng: "..."
He squeezed the back of Xue Qinglan's neck, slid him to him, gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "Okay, sleep with me at night, and entertain me during the day, little brat, do you still have a senior brother in your eyes?"
Xue Qinglan didn't answer or struggle, she just shrank in his chest and kept laughing, with a shattered breath, and finally made Wen Heng laugh so hard that he lost his temper, and slapped him lightly on the back.
After lunch, the two walked separately, Xue Qinglan returned to the guest house to help Xue Ci, and Wen Heng went to the main peak Lijintang to look up the classics of this sect. This went until sunset and when he returned, when Wen Heng returned to Shanjiyuan, he was immediately surrounded by three disciples and Han Ziqi. In the past few days, his experience has spread throughout the Chunjun faction. The named disciples have always had a good relationship with him. Han Ziqi was particularly concerned, so when he heard that he had moved into Shanjiyuan, he immediately came to visit.
Wen Heng had nothing to explain to them. He only said a few words about the situation that didn't matter, thanked everyone for their condolences, and instructed Xue Qinglan to live in too, so that the other three disciples would be more peaceful and don't provoke others.
Zhou Qin and Han Ziqi had suffered a lot from Xue Qinglan, and they frowned when they heard the name. Han Ziqi was very unhappy, and said sourly: "I don't know what Senior Brother Liao thinks, but you have to take care of him."
Xue Qinglan, who had just walked outside the hospital, just heard these words and stopped.
Wen Heng's voice was not loud, but after all, martial arts practitioners have good ears, and can hear clearly even standing outside the wall. He didn't have a tone, and replied in a calm way: "It's natural to repay your kindness."
Xue Qinglan remembered the joke in the morning, her lips curled, and she suddenly heard someone in the wall persuade with a smile: "Senior sister don't have to be so concerned, anyway, they live for two months and leave, they are always outsiders, how can there be our brothers and sisters in the same sect fragrant."
The smile on his lips solidified for a moment, then disappeared.
Xue Qinglan looked at the treetops exposed at the top of the courtyard wall, her feet seemed to be stuck, she couldn't take a step no matter what, she could only take a few steps back, and found a big tree not far from the mountainside courtyard and climbed up lightly. , hid himself among the half-withered branches and leaves.
He has no intention of arguing with Chunjun disciples again. As an outsider, breaking in now is nothing more than adding embarrassment.
The sun has set on the top of the mountain, but the night has not yet come, the sky is a gray-yellow twilight, there is no sunset, only boundless clouds. Xue Qinglan looked around aimlessly, and suddenly remembered the splendid glass-like evening of yesterday, thinking that after leaving Yueying Mountain, he may never see such a sunset again in the future.
There are all kinds of beautiful things in the world, such as sunrise and sunset, spring flowers and autumn moon, and fate encounters... It turns out that they are all rare, precious but short-lived.
The twilight faded, and the cold night shrouded the entire mountain. The courtyards were gradually lit up with lights. The visitors of Shanjiyuan had already left, but Xue Qinglan still kept her original posture and sat on the tree, her black clothes melted into the night. , seems to have been blown into a speechless stone by the mountain wind.
His unhurried steps stepped on the fallen leaves from far to near, and finally stopped under the tree. He didn't hear it, or maybe he heard it but didn't pay attention.
Wen Heng asked quietly under the tree, "Are the stars beautiful?"
Xue Qinglan's snow-white face moved slightly in the darkness, and finally recovered, the corners of her brows and eyes became angry, and she slowly lowered her eyes to look down.
His voice was light and hoarse. In fact, his tone was flat, but Wen Heng felt a little aggrieved. He said, "There are no stars."
There are no stars and no moon tonight, it is a gloomy weather.
Wen Heng stretched out his hand towards the tree and said, "Come down then, go back to eat."
Xue Qinglan moved her stiff limbs, put away all her loose thoughts, and calmly said to Wen Heng under the tree, "Brother, stay away."
"No." Wen Heng urged, "You come down."
Xue Qinglan had no choice but to jump down according to the words. This time, he used Qinggong. When he fell, his robes fluttered, lightly and silently, like a feather floating down from the air.
He estimated the distance and was careful so as not to hit Wen Heng like yesterday, but the feather was caught in the palm of his hand before he could land.
Wen Heng's embrace shrouded him, and he was surrounded by waves of warmth all over his body. Xue Qinglan didn't push him, but just stood rigidly in place, unwilling to move.
"What's wrong?"
He opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to speak, let alone where to start.
Wen Heng's mind is so exquisite and penetrating, he guessed eight/nine points of the truth, and whispered in his ear: "Do you not like it here? We can move back to the back mountain."
Xue Qinglan sometimes finds it strange, Wen Heng guessed that his mind always seems to be very accurate, and all his disguises always fail in front of this person.
"I..." He slowly let out a mouthful of cold air stagnating in his lungs, and said sternly, "It's not that I don't like it, it's that I won't live for long, it's the same everywhere."
As soon as he opened his mouth, Wen Heng's heart softened, holding the back of his head and pressing him on his shoulder. Taking advantage of the faint light in the night, he lowered his head and caught a glimpse of Xue Qinglan's fair neck with two red mole-like dots. He didn't know whether it was natural or stung by insects.
"Have you heard them speak?" he asked clearly. "Could it be that when he thought that he was going to leave, he couldn't bear me, so he was hiding here and secretly sad?"
Xue Qinglan shook his head on his shoulder. Wen Heng thought he was going to deny it, but he didn't expect him to say, "I don't know."
As expected, he was still a child, ignorant of everything.
"It doesn't matter if you don't know." Wen Heng coaxed him. "When the new year turns around, I should also go down the mountain. Then I will go to Yisu Mountain to find you, okay?"
Xue Qinglan was really startled by him this time: "Why are you going down the mountain?"
Wen Heng said patiently: "Of course I'm going down the mountain to find the sword. Can I still sit on Yueying Mountain and wait for Nie Zhu to come to me?"
Xue Qinglan was right when he thought about it, and Wen Heng said again: "Although I took care of this matter alone, but I think about it carefully, you seem to have contributed a lot in it, so it's not an exaggeration to ask you to fight me, right? "
Xue Qinglan: "..."
His gloomy mood was disturbed by Wen Heng's three words, and he couldn't get up at all. Wen Heng gently touched his hair, and coaxed the child to ask, "Are you still sad? If you're not sad, just go back to dinner with me. Everything here is complete, and you can soak in hot water to relieve fatigue at night."
Xue Qinglan took a half step back and wanted to leave his arms, but Wen Heng bowed slightly and hugged him with his legs bent.
Her sight suddenly rose, and Xue Qinglan froze into a coffin in an instant. She didn't dare to move, and said in a trembling voice, "You... Senior Brother, what are you doing!"
"I'm afraid you'll run away." Wen Heng walked steadily towards the yard and replied calmly, "Do you know who is closer to you this time?"