Wen Heng weighed him up, Xue Qinglan shook his body, and immediately wrapped his hands around his neck: "I know I know! Senior brother let me down first!"
He wasn't afraid of doing this on the tree. Wen Heng carried him to the yard and laughed, "Don't you like to climb high?"
Xue Qinglan: "I didn't!"
He was afraid that this appearance would be seen by others, and he didn't know what kind of discussion it would provoke. Wen Heng laughed, as if he knew how to read minds, he said lightly, "Don't be afraid, there is no one in the courtyard."
As soon as these words came out, he really stopped struggling, hugged Wen Heng's neck and buried his head, like a quail, and was carried into the wing by him without a word.
He knew in his heart that he was a little different tonight, but Wen Heng seemed to have infinite patience and gently tolerated all his ups and downs.
At this moment, away from the bottom of the cave where the sun is not seen, and returning to the world where there are not only the two of them, Xue Qinglan was put on the couch, and finally realized clearly that Wen Heng treated him differently from treating others.
There was an answer in his heart that he didn't dare to think about, even though he knew it might be trivial, it still burned his heart like a fire.
Xue Qinglan hesitated: "Senior brother..."
Wen Heng was washing his hands by the copper basin, and answered without raising his head, "Huh?"
Xue Qinglan gathered enough courage and was about to speak, when a thin tingling pain suddenly came from the side of his neck. He seemed to be caught off guard, and immediately raised his hand and pressed the two little red dots on his neck.
Wen Heng was still waiting for his next sentence, and when he looked up, he saw Xue Qinglan clutching her neck and sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze.
He remembered the flash of red marks on his collar in the night, wiped his hands, walked over and asked, "What's wrong? Put your hands down and let me see."
Xue Qinglan suddenly returned to her senses, pressed the stinging skin tightly, shook her head like a rattle, and said, "It doesn't matter, I was probably bitten by some unknown insect on this mountain."
Wen Heng frowned, this season is cold and freezing, and insects are rarely seen on the mountain. Xue Qinglan is so thin and tender that he was unfortunately caught.
"When was it bitten?" He leaned down: "Let go."
Xue Qinglan couldn't beat him, so he had to let go. Wen Heng could see clearly by the candlelight in the room this time. There were two bleeding spots the size of sesame seeds. The edges were still a little red and swollen. That's two days. The wound is actually not big, but Xue Qinglan was born with a fair complexion, which made her look particularly dazzling.
"Does it hurt?"
Xue Qinglan shivered slightly from the snort he blew on the side of his neck, shook his head and said, "Maybe he was bitten by accident in the woods a few days ago.
Wen Heng straightened up and said, "Impossible, your wound has just healed. Either you bit it yesterday, or you scratched the scab yourself. Put your hand down and don't touch it again."
Xue Qinglan lowered her eyes and did not dare to look at him, um, it should be. Wen Heng casually smoothed out a small piece of his folded collar and said, "Eat first, and I'll find some medicine for you to apply later."
The two were sitting at the same table, Xue Qinglan ate with his head down, the pain woke him up from a moment of confusion, and what he was about to say was naturally distracted.
No matter how precise Wen Heng was, he couldn't guess his thoughts out of thin air. He just felt that Xue Qinglan didn't seem to be in high spirits today, thinking that he was still minding those few words in the afternoon.
It was getting late after dinner, Xue Qinglan went to take a bath first, and when she came back, she took the medicine bottle that Wen Heng found to give herself medicine. When Wen Heng also came back from bathing, he had changed his clothes and wringed his hair, and was sitting cross-legged on the couch playing with the small porcelain bottle.
"Senior brother," he seemed to regain his mood, raised his head and called to Wen Heng, raised the bottle in his hand and asked, "What is this medicine called? It tastes a bit strange, is it the secret recipe of the Chunjun faction?"
Wen Heng glanced at the unsealed medicine bottle and said, "It's Lingxi Jasper Ointment. I got the recipe by chance at home, I don't know where it came from, but it's quite effective. It's made with rhino horn and a concocted blue moon scorpion. Grind the powder, mix it with green plum wine, and apply it to the affected area to detoxify the snake and insect poison.”
Both the rhino horn and the blue moon scorpion are rare and precious medicinal materials. Such a small bottle costs more than ten gold. Xue Qinglan held the unremarkable porcelain bottle and felt a heavy pressure on her hand, so she hurriedly handed it back to Wen Heng, and said with a wry smile: " Just leave this little injury alone, and it will heal on its own in two days, so why bother to use this life-saving thing."
Wen Heng didn't answer, he bypassed him and went to the couch on the other side, and said indifferently: "It's not worth anything, just take it and use it. There are many mosquitoes on the mountain, if you get bitten, wipe it once in the morning and evening, it will get better sooner."
Xue Qinglan really didn't understand how his white body still had such an air of arrogance, and if he wanted to refuse, he saw that Wen Heng had closed his eyes and was in a state of meditation. .
After nearly two hours passed, Wen Heng adjusted his breath and slowly opened his eyes. Although he still couldn't use his inner strength, he could feel the infuriating energy in his body more clearly than before. This is the gift Gu Chuifang left him, and now it seems that the benefits are far greater than he expected.
On the opposite side, Xue Qinglan was so sleepy that he fell asleep leaning against the railing at the end of the bed, his head was bit by bit, but he still held the small porcelain bottle in his hand. Wen Heng looked amused, and went over and shook his shoulder: "Qinglan? Wake up, lie down and then go to sleep."
Xue Qinglan was drowsy, barely raising his eyelids half-closed, and staggeringly rubbed against the bedding. After finally lifting the quilt and lying in, he was immediately "hissed" by the ice.
Wen Heng turned his head and asked, "What's wrong, is it cold?"
Although Xue Qinglan was drowsy, there was always a stone in her heart, she closed her eyes and shook her head, tightened the quilt, and said vaguely, "It's not cold."
Wen Heng blew out the light suspiciously and lay back on the bed.
I was able to fall asleep just now because the brazier leaning against the foot of the bed was warm enough, and now it was moved back to the cold bedding. It didn't take long for Xue Qinglan's remaining sleepiness to disappear.
He closed his eyes and lay in the dark, with a hard wall on one side and a half-person-wide space on the other side. The bed under him was too hard, and with him standing upright, it was like lying in a cold coffin. inside.
The bitter cold winter, the long night, and I don't know when it will pass.
Xue Qinglan resisted the urge to turn over and was thinking with her eyes closed when Wen Heng's voice rang from the other side: "Still still asleep?"
Xue Qinglan's breathing stagnated.
He heard the rustling sound of the cloth and bedding, and a hand reached into the quilt and just landed on his forearm, his wide palm with the warmth of ironing.
"Sure enough, it's still cold." Wen Heng sighed in the darkness, grabbed his arm and pulled him towards him, "Come here."
Xue Qinglan froze as if she didn't react. Wen Heng simply stood up, pushed the pillows of the two of them together, and dragged their respective quilts over, filling the space in the middle, and finally raised his hand to prop up the quilt and pulled Xue Qinglan to his side. The two quilts were quite heavy, and together, they completely crushed Xue Qinglan in his arms.
Across the two thin layers of middle clothes, Xue Qinglan was close to his skin, almost being ignited by the heat, and said in a daze: "Senior brother..."
Wen Heng skillfully put his arm around him with one hand, and tucked the quilt for him with the other hand. He closed his eyes and said, "It's cooked once and twice, don't be embarrassed, just go to sleep."
After all, Wen Heng is about to reach the age of the crown, and he practices swords every day. He is almost an adult man, with wide shoulders and long legs. Usually, he doesn't see it from a distance. The overwhelming aura was revealed all at once. Xue Qinglan was not so much hugged by him, in fact, almost the whole person was buried in his arms. Not only was it warm, but even the ointment on her neck was scalded by the body temperature, giving off a faint smell of plum wine.
It was dark in the tent, he lay face to face with Wen Heng and couldn't see his face clearly. Xue Qinglan's heart was full of mixed feelings, and his face suddenly became hot. Wen Heng raised his hand to cover his eyes precisely, and his voice was already warm. Coaxing people: "Go to sleep, don't get tired, I'll talk about it tomorrow."
"Um."
This night's sound sleep is better than last night, one is that the two quilts are warmer, and the other is that Wen Heng is also used to holding a person in his arms, and he did not wake up in the middle of the night. The best part is that although the two quilts are a little too thick for Wen Heng, Xue Qinglan has a physique that is always cool no matter what. Wen Heng hugged him and slept all night without feeling hot.
If Xue Qinglan comes in the summer, they may not know who will take advantage of whom.
It was just dawn the next morning, and Wen Heng had already packed up and went to the yard to practice swordsmanship. In the past three years, no matter whether it is sunny, rainy, frosty or snowy, this habit has not been shaken. It didn't take long for Xue Qinglan to wake up too, and when she went to the courtyard, she saw Wen Heng, dressed in white, practicing his sword in the hazy morning light, like a white crane flapping its wings.
He stood under the porch and watched for a while. After Wen Heng finished practicing a set of swordsmanship, he beckoned him to come over: "Wake up from the cold?"
Xue Qinglan walked up to him, shook her head and said, "It's okay, enough sleep."
Wen Heng suggested: "It's no fun to stand, why don't you have two moves with me? Let me experience Xue Shaoxia's kung fu."
"Don't dare." Xue Qinglan picked up the sword, moved her wrist, and said with a smile, "You don't slap anyone in the face, senior brother must be merciful."
The two, one in black and the other in white, are tall and tall young men, standing opposite each other in front of the court, just like a pair of zhilan and jade trees. Xue Qinglan called out "Look at the sword" and took the shot first. Wen Heng greeted him with a sword, and after taking the first hit, he said, "Even if you make a move, you don't have to keep your hand!"
Xue Qinglan sneered, the sword light was bright, and the offensive turned sharply: "Senior brother, who are you looking down on!"
With a bang, the two swords collided, Wen Heng exclaimed in admiration: "Good sword, it's a pity—"
He suddenly closed his mouth and slashed at Xue Qinglan's right arm with his sword. Xue Qinglan returned to the sword to block, but Wen Heng was a false move.
Xue Qinglan asked, "What a pity?"
Wen Heng followed with another sword: "It's nothing, this sword is very good, I lied to you."
Xue Qinglan: "..."
"Rogue!"
Xue Qinglan was so angry with his unrighteous gentleman's move that he used all his strength, and the sword opened and closed, and attacked Wen Heng directly. His swordsmanship is only normal, but these moves are quite ingenious. At first glance, Wen Heng was forced to retreat to avoid his edge, and the offensive also slowed down.
However, Wen Heng was superior in the end, and Xue Qinglan ran out of sword moves. He poked several flaws in a row, making it difficult for him to continue. He finally threw his sword and said shamelessly, "No more! I can't teach you today!"
Wen Heng put away the sword, went over to pick up the iron sword on the ground for him, and said with a smile, "You admit defeat after only a few moves? It's too quick to give up, or did the young man deliberately let me?"
Xue Qinglan went back sarcastically without giving up: "How dare you, knowing that you are a generation of swordsmen and returning the sword to you, I am not worthy to take this, I should break a branch and play with it."
After saying a word, the two of them broke down at the same time and stopped after laughing for a long time. Wen Heng put his sword back into the sheath, and asked him, "How many moves did you make just now? You're full of energy. Did your master teach it?"
Xue Qinglan hesitated for a while and replied, "It's... another master of mine. But I didn't study well, and I didn't study it all."
Wen Heng knew from the tricks just now that he learned in a mess, and his internal skills were not suitable. He thought that Xue Ci was only a middle-of-the-road, and he didn't have to teach a good seedling. Xue Qinglan's martial arts are pretty good now, she is purely talented, and she can use seven or eight points in everything she learns.
Instead of asking about Jianzhao, he said, "I don't blame you. You have good aptitude, but you didn't follow the right master, which is a waste of talent."
Xue Qinglan didn't expect him to say this, and then he joked: "I said this, is it possible that the senior brother wants me to change the sect and really come to be your junior brother?"
Wen Heng pondered for a while, but he didn't deny it. Instead, he said, "It's okay to think so. If you don't dislike it, how can I teach you in the past two months?"
Xue Qinglan was stunned at first, and then laughed: "I... why did you suddenly become so interested?"
Wen Heng said: "Your body is cold and afraid of cold, and it is not a disease that can be cured by medicine stones. It is best to practice a superior internal strength, so as to strengthen the foundation and cultivate the vitality and reconcile the yin and yang. This matter should not be too late. I'm afraid Master won't be able to teach you, and you're not a pure Jun disciple, so it's inconvenient to teach you the practice of this sect, but I know some internal skills from other schools, and I don't make any taboos, it's the most suitable for teaching you."
After that, he looked down at Xue Qinglan's face, and said, "I'm not on a whim, you don't have to answer in a hurry, think about it carefully, and then..."
Xue Qinglan nodded and said, "Okay."
Wen Heng: "Huh?"
Xue Qinglan said, "I'm done thinking about it."
"In the past, my brother taught me 'Born Lotus under the Ground'. I have learned Qinggong, how can I not learn internal skills? After learning internal skills, how can I not learn foreign kung fu?" With a great achievement, can't I pretend to be a fox and a tiger and run amok?"
Wen Heng was dazzled by his series of fallacies, and it took him a long time to recover, and he gave him a brain break.
The two agreed that for the next month, Wen Heng would indeed find time every day to teach Xue Qinglan the internal skills and swordsmanship. The matter of stealing the sword finally came to an end. After the various sects left, Xue Ci wanted to let Xue Qinglan move back to the guest house, but Wen Heng made an excuse to stay. He was determined to rebuild Xue Qinglan's foundation of martial arts. The internal power he taught was neither "Forgetting Things" nor other martial arts, but the secret book of internal power passed down by the ancestors of Qingwang's mansion, which is said to be the "Secret Book of the Great Nei". Tianhe Treasure Scroll.
He had memorized this secret manual since he was a child. Although Wen Heng could not practice it himself, Wen Kezhen had explained it to him line by line. He was so familiar with it that it was easy to teach Xue Qinglan. As for swordsmanship and light art, it is just a pass-through. In recent years, Wen Heng has devoted himself to the study of swordsmanship. In addition to being familiar with various swordsmanship, he has other insights. In summary, it is a set of swordsmanship that he created. Wen Heng occasionally used it to teach Xue Qinglan how to dismantle tricks, but his swordsmanship came from a long history, and there are many subtleties in it, which cannot be understood by non-experienced martial arts scholars. Xue Qinglan's talent is difficult to learn halfway. He couldn't force it, so Wen Heng had no choice but to take the next step, and found some other swordsmanship and swordsmanship to teach him slowly.
The time in the mountains is unknown, and time is passing by. Xue Qinglan always felt that he had just arrived, but in the blink of an eye, it was already the twelfth lunar month.