Among the solitary peaks that are difficult for birds to climb, a figure floated down the cliff, as if it had no weight, almost without any buffering, it lightly fell into the dense canopy, escaped from the gaps between the dark green branches and leaves, stepped on On the moist soil beside Bitan.
He took off the water bladder around his waist and filled it with clear water, and then he moved to another place, squatting on the shallow side of Bitan, staring at a few one-foot-long fish swimming around.
Wen Heng rolled up his sleeves, spotted one of them, and plunged his hand into the water like lightning.
The swimming fish is so sensitive, it will scatter in all directions as soon as it is frightened, but no matter how fast it is, it can't be faster than Wen Heng's shot. The water drops splashed, and a big fish burst out of the water, struggling under Wen Heng's restraint, and knocked unconscious when he casually threw it on the rocks on the shore.
The second one followed the same method. Wen Heng took out a small dagger from his waist, squatted on Tan's side to clean up the fish, dressed it with a branch and carried it in his hand, got up and walked towards the opposite cliff.
This rock wall was bare and barren, with only some sporadic protrusions. Wen Heng took a breath, stepped on the limited foothold and flew up. In just a few breaths, he stepped on a small stone platform in the middle of the cliff that only accommodated half his body, and bowed his head to drill. Into the cave.
He was a few inches taller than his legs, and it was easy to meet his head if he was not careful. Fortunately, the cave was spacious enough. Wen Heng raised his hand and threw the water bag to the old beggar sleeping in the corner. The other party caught it without looking back, like with eyes on the back of his head. He slowly got up and took a sip, and asked with dismay: "Today Eat fish again?"
Wen Heng got dry wood to light the fire, skillfully grilled the fish, and said "um" without raising his head.
Four years have passed, and because of his martial arts training, his shoulders are slightly wider than before, his bones are longer, he is tall and thin, and he is no longer the slightly flimsy figure of his youth; his appearance has not changed much, but The outline is deeper, the lines at the turning point of the jawbone are clearly drawn, and the last bit of childishness has been removed, and it has completely grown into a handsome figure like a zhilan and jade tree.
It's a pity that the old beggar didn't know what "beautiful food" was, so he hummed crookedly: "Oh, I'm tired of eating, and a bird fades out of my mouth!"
The old beggar's surname is Su Yayoufeng, and he is not a beggar in his profession, but his degree of idleness is no less than that of any beggar. Although he took Wen Heng here by force, the four years of teaching could not be faked, and because of reason, Wen Heng had to call him Master.
When the disciple heard Master's complaint, he didn't say anything, but silently took one of the fish out of the fire and pretended to throw it.
"Oh, don't throw it!" Su Youfeng jumped up, rushed over to save the fish, put it back on the fire, and ranted, "Look at your unfilial apprentice, for the sake of If the teacher just says a word, you are being petty."
Wen Heng glanced at him lazily, and asked, "Since Master knows, why do you have to talk about it?"
Su You Feng was open-minded and wild, and he was used to being choked by this apprentice. He didn't care much about the honor of master and apprentice, and the following committed such things, rubbing his hands there and calculating: "What do you want to eat, why don't you go out for the master tomorrow?" Only roast chicken and come back for a tooth sacrifice?"
Wen Heng poked the fire and said, "Alright, take me with you."
Su Youfeng's heart was full of roast chicken, and he said "um" casually. After a while, he suddenly reacted: "What are you going to do?"
"I have already mastered the "Lingxiao Zhenjing". After all, avoiding the world is not a long-term solution. What should be done is still to be done." Wen Heng turned the grilled fish over and said, "Take me with you. Going out, our master-disciple friendship will have a beginning and an end, if I run away secretly, the master will probably scold me for being unfilial again."
Su Youfeng asked stunned: "You, you... do you know how to get out?"
Wen Heng saw that there was almost pity in his eyes, and explained softly: "Master, there are two exits here, one is the stone crevice you usually drilled, and the other is under the water pool... Four years, it is It's time for a fool to figure it out."
Su Youfeng often disappears for a day and a half without saying hello. When he reappears, there will be more food such as roast chicken, sauce, meat, biscuits and steamed buns. These things can never grow on trees. The secret was revealed by himself.
Su Youfeng scratched his head and said, "Why didn't I know there was an exit under the pool?"
"Master." Wen Heng took a deep breath and let it out slowly, "If it is a pool of stagnant water, where do you think the fish we have eaten in the past four years come from?"
"… "
Su Youfeng is one of the few masters in the world who has completely mastered the "Lingxiao Zhenjing". Even if he breaks an arm, he can compete with Wen Heng. If he hadn't deliberately disguised himself as a beggar to hide his whereabouts, he should have been as famous as the head of the Chunjun faction. There are many mysteries about this person, but it is a pity that Wen Heng is not a curious person.
Wen Heng always felt that he was pretending to be stupid on purpose, but today he was a little suspicious that he was thinking wrong.
"You." Su Youfeng restrained his smile, leaned against the stone wall, and asked with a smile and a sigh, "Since you already knew, why didn't you leave?"
This child has always been too measured, and has never brought it up in the past four years. Now that he has accomplished a great deal, he decided to leave, and he should go without any reluctance.
Wen Heng had countless opportunities to leave. When Su Youfeng kidnapped him, it was reasonable for him to take revenge - what better revenge than four years of planning to draw water in a bamboo basket
"Because I called you Master." Wen Heng replied without changing his expression, "With your merits, you could have been a reborn parent, but unfortunately you lost it."
Su Youfeng was startled, and then smiled clearly.
The smell of grilled fish over the fire was a familiar smell to them for thousands of days and nights. In the only atmosphere of fireworks in this otherworldly wonderland, the old man and the young man sat facing each other, finally waiting for the long-overdue frankness.
"The first time I saw you, I felt that this child was cautious, meticulous, young, but mature in life, so he shouldn't be an apprentice in a medicine hall. Later, I watched you practice swordsmanship at night, and I felt that you were a pearl covered in dust and moved to accept an apprentice. thought."
"Don't hold it," Wen Heng couldn't hold back and pierced him, "You clearly said at that time that my sword is only suitable for killing fish."
Su Youfeng sneered: "Little bastard, you will turn your back on old accounts. You used your sword as a fire stick at that time. Am I wrong about you?"
Wen Heng was too lazy to tear him apart and smiled.
"Lingxiao Zhenjing" is a divine art that has never existed in the world, and it has a great relationship. Su Youfeng is very cautious about accepting apprentices. But how can such a good disciple be so easy to find? It's best to teach it from an early age. It's a pity that those seedlings with excellent qualifications are usually sent into the major sects early, and the rest are buried in the ordinary living beings. If Su Youfeng wants to find them, he can only wander in the market and slowly search around.
Wen Heng is a rare special case. He is really talented in swordsmanship, and he is also really innately lacking. The lack of internal strength is so obvious that even the Chunjun faction can't save him. Such "rubble" is very risky. It is a precious jade when it is opened. If it is not opened, it is no different from building bricks.
"You follow as a teacher, not a wild way. Our school has a serious teacher. Have you heard of Kunlun Mountain Buxu Palace?"
The Kunlun Mountains are towering into the clouds, and it is difficult for pedestrians to reach them. Buxu Palace is a hidden sect and has almost no contact with the Central Plains martial arts. Wen Heng has heard of it, but he does not know much.
Su Youfeng sighed faintly: "Kunlun Buxu on the 12th floor, Xuanming Building's 'Fu Nibuchen' is the origin of your master and me."
"I never thought that I was fortunate enough to enter the Buxu Palace." Wen Heng also sighed, "Your old man did not cultivate himself on the Kunlun Mountains, but instead lived on the streets, describing himself as despondent. He made a big mistake and was expelled from the division. , or were they chased and killed by some great enemy?"
Su Youfeng glanced at him, wanting to applaud him for this broken iron mouth.
"My arm was cut off by a traitor from my sect," he pointed to his empty sleeves. "He had a heart for Buxu Palace and stole several precious secrets from the palace. I went down the mountain to hunt down this man. A few days later, I stopped him at the northern foot of Boshan Mountain, and a dozen disciples besieged him, but told him to escape."
More than a dozen people were surrounded and killed, including a master like Su Youfeng. As a result, Su Youfeng had his arm cut off by him, leaving a scar running across his entire face.
Wen Hengguang looked at the ferocious long scar, and a subtle trembling rose in his heart. It is not fear, but vigilance and excitement in the face of a strong enemy.
He didn't realize that he was so belligerent at first, but when he practiced martial arts to a certain level, he would have such a subconscious reaction, which was probably a keen intuition of martial arts practitioners about killing intent.
Su Youfeng continued: "The Xuanming Building has damaged a group of elites and has not brought anyone back. This situation is really unbelievable. The palace removed me from the position of the owner and will not reuse it. They don't believe it. This person has such strong martial arts, I suspect that I secretly let him go out of favor."
Wen Heng asked: "So you left Kunlun Mountain in a rage, disguised as a beggar in order to capture him back and clear his grievances? Who is that person?"
Su Youfeng shook his head and said, "I'm not as skilled as others, and I'm a half-crippled person. What grievances are there? I just don't understand why he defected. I always feel that things shouldn't be like this.
"As for accepting you as a disciple, I did have the desire to teach a peerless genius and avenge my shame, but raising an apprentice is not raising a dog. If you let go, let go." He sighed and waved, "It's up to you. Now, how can a teacher be so ruthless as to ask you to die? Just do what you like."
Wen Heng: "..."
The heart is a good heart, but why doesn't it sound like a good word
Wen Heng was well aware of his master's virtue of not being able to spit out ivory from his dog's mouth. He smiled and said casually, "Master is kind, and this disciple is really thankful to you. Tell me what that person's name is, in case you meet him someday. When it arrives, I might just give Master a filial piety."
Su Youfeng laughed loudly when he heard the words, as if taking his words as pure amusing, or he might be mocking his arrogance.
Buxu Palace has been hidden from the world for many years, and he is not afraid of Wen Heng knowing it when he says it: "This person used to be the owner of Danyuan, and he was in charge of the collection of secrets in Buxu Palace. Suyou Feng said, "'Sage Baoyi is the world's style', his real name is Feng Baoyi."
Wen Heng made a "hum" in his mind, and his pupils shrank suddenly.
"Who?"