His surprised expression was so obvious that even Su Youfeng was stunned and asked, "You know him?"
But Wen Heng could no longer listen to his question at this time, and the voice of dying appeared like a nightmare, echoing high and low in his ears—
"Your Highness... failed to assassinate His Majesty..."
"The big inner masters will be executed on the spot..."
"The forbidden army raided the house... The princess committed suicide..."
The inner guards, headed by the nine masters of the great inner circle, have always been highly relied upon by the royal family, and their voices are intimidating and deterring the rivers and lakes, but these people hide in the deep palace and rarely show up. But Wen Heng remembered that he entered the palace one year when he was a child, and had met with several of them.
He didn't remember the specific circumstances at that time, but King Qing Wen Kezhen had told him the names of those people. Because of the regularity, these names are still firmly etched in his mind.
From the first to the ninth of the big inner masters, each person's name is their order.
In the car returning from the palace to the palace that day, he sat on Wen Kezhen's lap and listened to his father teasing him half-drunk, and said in a joking tone: "Heng'er will go around when he sees someone with a name in his name. Do you know?" He pointed at Wen Heng's fingers one by one, "Feng Baoyi, Kou Bu'er, Han Sanxian, Si Yunping, Wuluyue, Lu Qingzhong, Li Qi, Yan Zhongba, Jiu... Nine what? coming?"
King Qing didn't understand "nine what" in the end, and fell asleep drunk, but Wen Heng never forgot it since he was a child, and accidentally wrote down this string of names. When he grows up a little more, he realizes that this is the name of the nine masters in the big inner circle.
According to Wen Kezhen's instructions back then, he should go around this name; but seven years ago, the Qing palace was destroyed overnight, his parents died tragically and his family went into exile. Wen Heng never dared to forget this unsolved case that changed his life. .
He had thought that the real names of these people had been covered up long ago, and "One Two Three Four" was just a code name, but he never thought that one day, he would hear familiar names from unrelated people.
"Where is this Feng Baoyi now?" Wen Heng asked murderously, "Can Master find him?"
"Why, do you really want to be filial to being a teacher and avenge me?" Su Youfeng was very useful, but still smiled, "He's in the palace, don't think about it."
Sure enough it was him.
Wen Heng lowered his head silently, and made a secret note in his heart.
"He stole things from Buxu Palace and fled into the palace, and only did this thing over the years?" Wen Heng asked again, "Since Buxu Palace has so many people, why not send a more powerful expert to kill him? Enter the palace and take things back?"
Su Youfeng shook his head and said, "It's not as simple as you think. It involves a lot. I can't tell for a while. It doesn't have much to do with you anyway. You don't have to worry about me."
"Anyway," he slapped Wen Heng's shoulders with his generous palms, "I don't want to be your master for nothing, let's just let it go. If you run into trouble in the future, take this token to Mount Kunlun. Buxu Palace, no matter how difficult it is, it will definitely save you once."
A heavy sign smashed on his chest, made of unknown material, with gold in the black, and a few twisted and twisted characters on it that did not resemble the Central Plains script. Wen Heng held it in his hand, looked left and right, always felt a little familiar, and asked Su Youfeng, "What is this?"
"Master Xuanming's order." Su Youfeng said, "This is a text that has been used in the Buxu Palace for many years. It has long been lost in the Central Plains. It is normal for you not to recognize it."
Wen Heng put the token close to his body, thought for a moment, and then confirmed again: "Master, you really don't need my help? Don't be embarrassed if you have something to do with your disciple."
Su Youfeng stretched his leg by the wall and gave him a kick. Wen Heng flashed past quickly, listening to him laughing and scolding: "Go away, little bunny, don't put your nose on your face, it will be useful to you sooner or later!"
The two master and apprentice shared the grilled fish and were speechless for the whole night. The next day Wen Heng went down the mountain with Suyoufeng, as empty-handed as when he came, only carrying a sword on his back, and left this paradise.
Until they parted ways, Su Youfeng never asked him what he was going to do. This person seems crazy, but in fact he can see and let go. For someone else, after four years of hard work, he couldn't say that he would leave it behind, but he walked neatly and swiftly, and he didn't want to make Wen Heng hesitate and try.
Of course, not a penny was left to Wen Heng.
Wen Heng grew up so big, and even in exile, he never lacked money. However, now he is standing in the deserted wilderness, without going to the village or the store, and before he leaves the mountain, he already feels what a "hero's end" is.
There is no family motto of "can't pawn" in the Qing Dynasty's mansion, but he also has no five-colored horses and a thousand golden furs. He only has an iron sword, a short dagger, and a cloth on his body. The most valuable thing is the black gold token in his arms, but that thing is a life-saving talisman, and now it is taken out and pawned.
Wen Heng sighed under the bright sun, performed light work, passed the treetops lightly like a swallow, and disappeared at the end of the mountain road.
Jiuqu Dingfeng City.
Wen Heng pawned the dagger at the pawnshop, in exchange for a piece of silver and a dozen pennies, he first went to buy a bamboo hat and put it on, then walked into a small restaurant, asked for a bowl of chicken soup ravioli, and sat quietly in the corner. Waiting at the table to be served.
Su Youfeng once said that when he captured Wen Heng, he would go to the valley in two days. Wen Heng secretly estimated that with the old beggar's footsteps, he would not be able to escape the Jiuqu Boundary in two days, and he should not be far from Zhanchuan City. After walking out of the valley, after walking for less than half a day, I saw Dingfeng City. It's just that he was unlucky and turned in the opposite direction. Zhanchuan City was in the south of Jiuqu, while Dingfeng City was in the northeast of Jiuqu, and it was close to the border of Tuozhou.
Wen Heng didn't know if it was the folk customs in this city or if something big happened today. Along the way, there were actually many Jianghu people carrying swords and sabres on the streets. The shop where he rested was not big, with only six tables. It was almost noon, and it was full of people. At first glance, almost every table was full of high-ranking customers.
There was a hustle and bustle of people in the store, and the aroma of wine and vegetables mixed into a hot air. Wen Heng's bowl of chicken soup ravioli might be too poor and sour, the store was busy and forgot it and didn't deliver it for a long time. Wen Heng was about to raise his voice to urge Xiao Er, when suddenly he heard footsteps behind him, a tall man with broad shoulders and a long knife hanging from his waist came over and asked in a rough voice, "This brother, there are many people in the store. How is the seat?"
Although this man's mouth is polite, his hands move quickly, and he has already unloaded a coarse cloth bag and put it on the table. Wen Heng didn't want to do too much, he raised his hand and pressed the bamboo hat, and said lightly, "Please."
The man sat down on the spot and called the clerk to come over and ordered a pound of beef, a pound of mutton, a plate of steamed buns, and a quarter of ten-year-old wine. Alone, he can eat so many things. Wen Heng urged his wontons by the way, and told the man in Jian Tingjian to chuckle and whisper, "Pigeons eat food."
Wen Heng looked under the bamboo hat, and saw that the man had sword eyebrows and star eyes, sharp edges and corners, very handsome, but his skin was a little darker. He was holding the teacup with thick knuckles and calluses on the tiger's mouth. He wore leather wristbands on both wrists. Although his clothes were not gorgeous, he was neat and clean. He listened to his accent and thought he was a martial arts hero from the north, but he didn't know he was a ranger. Or a disciple of which sect.
Wen Heng took a sip of white water from the teacup, ignoring him.
The man's heart was outspoken, and he realized that he was offended only when he said it. He couldn't help but embarrassed. Seeing that he was carrying a long sword, he asked to add: "Xiongtai is also going to participate in the sword discussion conference?"
On the Sword Conference
Wen Heng suddenly understood, no wonder there are so many people from all corners of the country, he is ignorant in the valley, it turns out that this year is the once-in-a-decade sword discussion conference in Si Youshan, to decide the number one sword sect in the world. and the number one swordsman in the world.
This is a rare event in the martial arts of the Central Plains. The major sects naturally send their elite forces to go there, and those heroes who have no family and no sect also rushed to Tuozhou to join in the fun. After all, it only happens once in ten years, even if you can’t become the world. First, being able to witness the birth of the first is enough to blow for several years.
Just like "Have you eaten?" At this time, asking people if they want to participate in the Sword Conference is just a conversation. Wen Heng didn't want to talk to him. He was about to shake his head, and he walked up to the hall with a full tray. Come, he said diligently: "Two guest officers, the dishes are ready, you can use it slowly."
Five or six dishes were spread out on the table, and the man looked terribly hungry, so he ate three fist-sized white steamed buns in one go. Although the appearance of eating is not rude, but it is not related to Sven, it is difficult for his appetite to be unaffected in this hot summer.
Wen Heng slowly drank the scalding hot soup, only to feel that the old one was old and the new one came back strong. He couldn't stop eating, and he missed Xue Qinglan especially at this time.
The two were eating their meals in silence, while the guests on the other side of the store were excitedly shoving their glasses and chatting. A bearded guest said: "This year's sword discussion conference is really lively, although the Chunjun faction is powerful, but the Chu family sword faction has also produced a lot of talents in the past ten years, and the limelight is strong, I don't know what the name of 'the world's No. Which one wins."
"I think Zhaoyao Mountain Villa is not bad. If you put Huanyanmen opposite them, they can even defeat the leader of the martial arts!"
"Hahaha! What Xiongtai said is very true!"
The man opposite Wen Heng also seemed to be eavesdropping on his ears, and snorted in disdain.
"It's just these sects going back and forth. I've been tired of watching it for a long time. It would be interesting if the swordsman of some sect was like that 30 years ago."
"Heh, that person had enough limelight back then, and his end was tragic enough. If nothing else, can the Chu Family Sword Sect watch an outsider win the title of the number one sword in the world?"
"What kind of swordsman is the swordsman, all those sects take turns to sit in the village, who cares if you live or die? According to me, you should hold another martial arts conference, whether he uses the sword or the sword, go up and gesturing together, the winner will be For respect, get a martial arts leader Dangdang."
"Having said that, if you are talking about the famous martial arts school in the world, the strength is tyrannical, and it is still a pure Jun faction, whether it is a sword discussion conference or a martial arts conference, they are still the number one sword sect in the world."
"Hey, where did the stray dogs from the Chunjun sect come from barking here? You only know a few Jianghu sects, so you dare to brag about the Chunjun sect. The Chunjun sect doesn't have any disciples who can do it now, and there are only flamboyant sects left. A thin dead camel is bigger than a horse, it's not worth mentioning at all."
Seeing that the words over there were getting more and more outrageous, some people couldn't listen anymore, slapped the table with a "crack", got up and scolded: "Take more respect in your mouth! Who is not worth mentioning?"
As soon as the two groups disagreed, they were about to act. As a former Chunjun disciple, Wen Heng not only had no sense of honor at all, but also held the wonton bowl and moved it inside, as if he could not avoid it, lest he would be implicated.
The man on the other side noticed this subtle movement. Although he knew that such cowardly people were not uncommon, there was still a hint of contempt in his eyes.
The author has something to say: There are still two chapters unfinished and under construction.