Half a month later, when the introductory disciples of the Chunjun Sect were selected, Wen Heng slowly walked down the sword competition stage under the regretful gazes of his fellow brothers and sisters.
It is not bad that he uses a sword, but everyone knows that his internal strength is not strong, and it is easy to deal with him. As long as he is not frightened by his exquisite sword moves, he can be pressed and beaten as an ordinary opponent.
Liao Changxing has always valued Wen Heng and always hoped that he would stay, but he also understood that Wen Heng's internal strength was ultimately a flaw. Now that the matter is a foregone conclusion and cannot be reversed, he regrets in his heart, but he can only accept the result, and persuade Wen Heng: "Let go out to practice for a few years, and there is still a chance to come back in the future, junior brother, don't be discouraged."
"I understand." Wen Heng bowed to him and thanked him, "Thank you for your support in the past three years."
Among the four entry-level disciples of Yuquan Peak, Wen Heng, who had high hopes, was not able to stay. Instead, Cui Jun, who had been unknown for a long time, fought steadily and won three games in a row, earning the qualification of a direct disciple.
The separation was imminent, and people in the Shanjiyuan came to visit every day, most of them were disciples who were close friends with Zhou Qin and Wu Yu. Wen Heng didn't know much, and he had almost no interaction with Biefeng. There was only one person visiting the door these days, and it was someone he didn't really want to see.
Han Ziqi's eyes reddened from the moment she entered the door. She looked at Wen Heng pitifully and asked a shocking question: "Yue Chi, did you lose the competition on purpose?"
Wen Heng's movement of wiping the sword stopped for a moment, and he was surprised that she actually had such eyesight, and her face was still nothing, and she answered without changing her face: "No."
Han Ziqi held a breath in her chest and raised her voice: "I saw it that day!"
Wen Heng: "What did you see?"
"I saw that you were teaching that swordsman surnamed Xue!" Han Ziqi scolded angrily, "With your ability, you could stay, but you deliberately lost the competition, I think you just want to leave Yueying Mountain early so that you can find him !"
Wen Heng thought for a while, then nodded in recognition: "That's right, so what?"
"But..." Han Ziqi was so wronged that she cried on the spot, choked up, "But I..."
The confession she was about to blurt out was interrupted by Wen Heng early, and his voice and face sank: "Senior sister, speak carefully."
The children of the rivers and lakes are naive, know and admire Shao Ai, and sometimes don't pay much attention to "sentence and etiquette." But it's not just about feelings, how can everything in the world go as one wishes
Han Ziqi refused to forgive, crying and shouting: "I don't! I want to say it! Even if you don't have me in your eyes, you can't get involved with that surnamed Xue!"
"Zheng" sounded, the sword was sheathed, and a sassy breeze blew the broken hair on the temples of the two of them.
The room was silent for a while.
"Who am I befriending and whether there should be 'involvement'? I can't be blamed by outsiders." Wen Heng coldly ordered the expulsion, "I'm leaving Yuquan Peak soon, and I have limited luggage. I hope Senior Sister will not cause me any trouble. Please. "
"What kind of ecstasy soup did the surnamed Xue give you? You... You are two men. You have to get entangled with him. Which sect can accommodate you, and how can you stand on the rivers and lakes in the future?" Han Ziqi cried. , "My mother said that if you are like this, you will be beaten as an evil demon, and you will be chased to the ends of the earth by the martial arts!"
"… "
Even though Wen Heng had been cultivating his qi for many years, his emotions and anger were easily invisible, but upon hearing this, he couldn't help being stunned.
"You, say, what, what?" There seemed to be a raging storm brewing in his voice, "What do Xue Qinglan and I look like?"
Han Ziqi was so frightened by him that she held back a pack of tears, hiccups, and said in a weak voice, "Just, it's... the way the master of Fuyu Mountain Villa looks..."
Wen Heng only grasped the words "Fuyu Villa", and after thinking about it in series, he understood.
When Fuyu Villa came to visit the Chunjun faction, because the disciples who came were all beautiful girls, it was natural for Han Ziqi to greet them. I am afraid that they accidentally mentioned the ancestors of the year when they were laughing and talking, and when Han Ziqi heard it, she realized that there were still two women in the world who fell in love with each other. Later, she bumped into Wen Heng and Xue Qinglan practicing swordsmanship. Seeing that they were described as close, she suddenly thought about it, but didn't dare to speak up. She went back and vaguely mentioned it to the lady in charge. The story moved her temperament. In order to intimidate her, she made up such a set of remarks as "being chased and killed by the martial arts."
Who knew that Han Ziqi was using this to speculate about Wen Heng and Xue Qinglan. If she guessed wrong, she didn't say anything.
Wen Heng wanted to beat her up, but he didn't want to cause trouble when he left. He sat to calm down for a long time, got up and opened the door, pointed to the outside with a blank face and said, "Go out."
Seeing his appearance, Han Ziqi vaguely knew that she seemed to be in trouble, but she didn't know what the problem was. However, Wen Heng drove her away so bluntly, which hurt her self-esteem somewhat. Han Ziqi's face was flushed, and she said angrily: "I don't know good people like this! I usually misunderstand you!"
With a push of Wen Heng's thumb, the long sword was unsheathed by half an inch, reflecting the cold light of the slanting sun.
He finally got really angry.
"I advise senior sister to look at people less, practice more swordsmanship, and put aside the love of those children. Otherwise, the next time I offend people, it won't be as simple as letting you go out."
Wen Heng's eyes were cold, a look she had never seen before. All her vexatious actions today were finally correct. With Wen Heng's skill, if he hadn't lost the battle on purpose, the direct disciple would definitely have a place for him.
But he gave up the Chunjun faction, Yueyingshan, and the days and nights of the past three years. It was written in his eyes that if it weren't for the meager love of the same family, Han Ziqi would not be able to do it with all his hands and feet today. Get out of this door.
The little white rabbit raised in the deep mountains has never seen blood light when he grows up, but Wen Heng killed the Huang Ying Gang thief three years ago. , does not mean that there is no such undertone in his character.
Han Ziqi couldn't say the word "lewd" when she thought about him. She fell in love with Wen Heng's good skin and his unique temperament that was different from other disciples. Even his indifference was interpreted by her as reserved. Pride. But these are all light on the surface. When a pool of ripples is broken to reveal the cold and hard dark rock underneath, the nature of seeking benefits and avoiding harm finally immediately overwhelms all thoughts.
She doesn't want to be a teenager anymore, she just wants to quit quickly.
The door slammed into and swung open in a panic. Wen Heng listened to the sound of footsteps and sobbing, and his anger did not subside, he snorted coldly, and put the sword back on the table.
Only Han Ziqi, who is full of love and love, will distort the friendship between him and Xue Qinglan to the personal relationship of their children. Not to mention that Wen Heng has never thought about this, even if he really has any special hobbies, how old is Xue Qinglan, isn't it a beast to attack him? !
A few days later, Zhanchuan City.
Hu Kun, the deacon elder of Zhanchuan City, led the last two disciples into a pharmacy called "Weijintang" and said to the shopkeeper, "This is the new deacon disciple this year, one is called Wu Yu and the other is called Yue Chi. You will have to teach them both in the future."
The shopkeeper was very respectful to him, and when he heard the words, he immediately bowed his body and said, "This disciple understands, the elder is at ease. Please sit inside for a while, and I will order someone to serve tea."
Hu Kun nodded proudly, waved his hand to reject the shopkeeper's invitation, and turned his head to teach the two disciples: "I have brought you here, and you will see yourself in the future. Remember, you must live and live in Zhanchuan City. If you do well, do things with your heart, and the Chunjun faction will not treat you badly."
Wu Yu and Yue Chi bowed to him with little enthusiasm, and said in unison, "Thank you Elder for your teaching."
Beginning disciples were reduced to outer sects, proving that their talent and aptitude were not enough, but they still had a little bit of skill. Chunjun Sect would not let them quit the sect, but sent them to the Grange shops in the cities below Yueying Mountain to serve as deacon disciples. If it is really a lost pearl, the sect Jianxuan can return to the inner sect after three years; if his ambition is not in martial arts, he has the skills to manage it, and if he works hard for a few years, he may be able to become a deacon manager and run an industry for the Chunjun sect. Settling down in Zhanchuan City, his status is comparable to that of a squire, and even the government should give three points of face.
The higher ones are deacon elders like Hu Kun. There is only one deacon in each city, and their status is comparable to the elders of the peaks on Yueying Mountain. They are all powerful figures with excellent martial arts and methods. These people are able to make friends with the government and manage business below, like spiders threading threads, linking the Yueyingshan Chunjun faction and the surrounding four cities in a big net, and from then on, they will share weal and woe, and they will be united in spirit.
Wen Heng only knew a little about his other family before. Wanlaimen was able to occupy a place in Mengfengcheng, half of it was managed by himself, and half of it was by marriage to the Qing Palace. This is only a second-rate sect, and if it were one of the few sects like the Chunjun sect, just one Yueying Mountain would not be able to support hundreds of people anyway.
What he saw in front of his eyes was the lifeblood of the Chunjun faction.
The shops and farms all over the four cities are almost as wealthy as a small vassal king, not to mention there are a large number of young martial arts disciples - if the people in the rivers and lakes did not get involved in court affairs, they would probably become a force that should not be underestimated. potential rebel forces.
Wen Heng shook his head and laughed at himself where no one was paying attention. After so many years, he still hasn't cured his young master's illness, so he can't help but make a blind analysis from the court's standpoint. Now that he himself is a reckless man, he is too busy to take care of himself, so what spare time does he have to worry about for the imperial court
He put down his burdens in the humble wing and changed into short coats of rough cloth. The experience of following Hu Kun along the way made him realize that the sphere of influence of the Chunjun faction is far larger than he imagined. It might not be a good idea to leave rashly. Find another chance to escape.
The pharmacy's work is not difficult, and it is not for laymen like them to get started. The rest is nothing more than handling, sorting, weighing and packing, as long as you are careful and quick. The shopkeeper was very kind to Wen Heng and Wu Yu. After all, the disciples of deacons were different from apprentices. According to the rules of the school, they were considered as brothers and sisters. As long as they didn't have old grudges or have a particularly bad personality, there was no need to deliberately embarrass others.
Wen Heng had eaten at noon, and went to the back door to carry the newly shipped medicinal materials as the shopkeeper ordered. When he opened the door, he almost tripped over a pile of dark objects at the door. An old beggar in a tattered coat.
The man's hair and beard were like crazy withered grass, and the sleeve of his right arm hung down empty, leaving only his left arm, barefoot, leaning against the wall motionless, and he didn't know whether he was asleep or dead.
The drug dealer who drove the car to deliver the medicine had a grass in his mouth and said vaguely: "He was there when he first came here, I advise you to let him go quickly, or he will freeze to death at your door, what a bad luck. ."
Wen Heng walked over, bowed slightly in front of the old beggar, raised his hand and flicked the outside of his left elbow, as if he had touched it, and as if he was just wiping his robes and asked in a low voice, "Old man wake up. Wake up, it's not convenient to rest in the back alley of the shop, can you move to another place?"
The man woke up when Wen Heng came across him, but only glanced at him from the grass-like mess of hair, neither saying a word nor moving his nest.
The medicine delivery driver gave a sour "tsk": "This one is sloppy, if you give him a kick, it's over!"
Wen Heng ignored him, took out five cents of money from his sleeve and put it in the old beggar's left hand, but Wen Yan said in a low voice resolutely, "The meager money is not worth anything, the old man will buy a steamed bun to satisfy his hunger."
The old beggar finally raised his head from his ragged coat, which was so dirty that he couldn't see the color. His wrinkled old eyes were actually bright. He looked up and down at Wen Heng, and finally snorted hoarsely for a long time, saying: " You know what to do, kid."
Wen Heng straightened up, took a step back, and said with a sleeve, "Old man, please."