The Jianghu people are angry and come fast, and without a word, they push and shove. There are all kinds of people in this place, no one knows anyone, no one obeys anyone, and maybe there is some grandstanding, showing off martial arts.
For a while, the vegetable juice was splashed, the dishes were flying around, and the tables, chairs and benches were overturned. The owner and the staff saw that something was wrong, and they hid in the back kitchen, leaving the room full of people scrambling and scratching. Wen Heng's table is the most remote corner, and there is only one aisle away from the place where the fiercest fight was fought, but the two of them stood still at the table—
The man ate five steamed buns in one go and relieved his hunger. At this time, he was drinking with mutton. After Wen Heng finished eating the wontons, he was drinking the soup with a spoon.
This corner is a little eerily quiet, but it is destined to not be spared in the melee. The sound of fists and kicks was endless, and there was a loud "bang", someone kicked the table over, the dishes and jugs on the table were all smashed to the ground, and the broken china, bones and slag splashed around, heading in their direction.
The man's hand on the table trembled, subconsciously wanting to touch his waist, then forcibly holding down the movement, turning the wine glass and dodging slightly to the side. Wen Heng, however, covered his face with a hat, and without raising his head, he switched the spoon to the other side, took a chopstick with his right hand, and pushed aside the debris that flew towards him one by one.
His movements were so fast that he could hardly see it clearly, and the man who was seated only felt a flower in front of his eyes, a slight wind blew in his ears, and a chicken bone was knocked down beside his feet.
The table is clean, and no debris has fallen on it. The man raised his head suddenly, staring at the poor man wearing a hat opposite him in disbelief.
If these pieces of slag are regarded as hidden weapons, how fast the sword and how accurate the eyesight must be to knock them all down well
Ask yourself, if he used chopsticks as a sword, even if he could block all the scum, he would never be as calm as him.
This person's kung fu is unfathomable. Previously, he was the one who judged people by their appearance, but he had mistakenly thought that such hidden masters were timid and fearful.
Wen Heng finally had enough to eat and drink, put down the spoon, Shi Shiran stood up, took out a small half of the shabby silver from his arms, and was about to send it to the cabinet, but the man reached out to stop him and said, "Thank you brother just now, It's up to me to invite this as a thank you."
It is indeed a good thing to drop bread in the sky, who knows what the filling is in it? Wen Heng fluttered around him and refused coldly: "You don't need to say thank you for your effort."
This time, he jumped very quickly, except for a gust of wind that passed by, not even the corners of his clothes rubbed. The man was even more astonished, he turned around immediately, strode ahead of him, took out a piece of silver from his arms, snapped his fingers into the arms of the shopkeeper in the back kitchen probe, and said loudly, "This is me and this—" He Glancing at Wen Heng, the words reached his lips, and he swallowed the word "Xiao", "This brother's meal money, you don't need to look for it."
After that, he turned to Wen Heng and said, "Brother, please, take a step to speak."
Seeing that he insisted on paying the bill, Wen Heng no longer insisted, and turned around and walked outside the store. The two of them were erratic in shape, and they were like no one in the mess. They didn't take the punches and kicks next to them seriously at all, and they floated away, very unrestrained.
When he was on the street, the man asked, "What is the name of Xiongtai?" The words were quite cordial, obviously meant to make friends, not like the arrogance when he laughed at the pigeon food at the beginning.
Wen Heng: "We meet by chance, why ask your name."
The man smiled and said, "Xiongtai's kung fu is really brilliant, and I admire it so much that I took the liberty of making friends, and I have no other intentions."
Wen Heng lifted the bamboo hat up, shook his head and said, "It's not a brilliant kung fu. It can be done by throwing you into the woods to fight mosquitoes for a few years."
When the man heard his voice, he only thought that he was young, and when he pushed the hat up to reveal his true face, he was surprised that he was so young, and when he heard the answer again, he seemed like a teenager, and he couldn't help but smile: "That's too Only with your talent. Brother, do you have a sect of apprenticeship, are you planning to go to Tuozhou to attend the meeting? If you don't dislike it, we can go together."
Wen Heng originally planned to go back to Zhanchuan City, find Fan Yang first, and then arrange follow-up matters, but judging from the conversation in the store just heard, the Chunjun faction is also going to Siyou Mountain to participate in the sword discussion conference, and it seems that they are in some trouble .
Although he is no longer Chunjun's disciple, Chunjun party has a kind of support for him, and he can't sit idly by when things happen.
Furthermore, for such a grand event, perhaps Xue Ci will go there in person. He made Xue Qinglan wait in vain for four years, and he didn't know if he still remembered this cheap senior brother. He had to meet as soon as possible and explain clearly.
Wen Heng made up his mind, took out the piece of silver, and said frankly: "I really want to go to Tuozhou, but I have no money, only this piece of silver, I persuade Xiongtai to think clearly."
The man laughed again when he heard the words, and said, "Xiongtai is a cheerful person. You and I have a good relationship, so it's vulgar to talk about it. If you trust me, you will definitely not let your brother suffer along the way."
Wen Heng handed the piece of silver into his hands, and said solemnly, "It's so good, this is my entry fee, don't think it's too small, eldest brother."
The man smiled and shook his head, but did not push him away, and carefully collected the small piece of silver. The two exchanged names, but Wen Heng still used the name "Yue Chi" and briefly explained the history. Coincidentally, that person's name was Nie Ying, a disciple of Lianzhou Huanyanmen.
When Wen Heng heard Nie's surname, his heart moved, and he asked, "Brother Nie, can you recognize a person named 'Nie Zhu'?"
Nie Ying: "Which bamboo? Bamboo of bamboo, or candle of candlestick?"
"Zhu of Tianzhu Buddha Country."
"I don't know." Nie Ying shook his head, "Is this person also from Lianzhou?"
Wen Heng sighed, "I know the name, most of it is fake, and I don't know anything else." He couldn't explain it to Nie Ying in detail, so he didn't ask any further questions, and made up a nonsense and went over it.
Huanyanmen is located in the northern border and has always been closely related to the imperial army. King Wen Kezhen of Qing and his concubine Liu Shi were guarded in the northern army in the past, and they had dealt with Huanyanmen several times, and they had a good impression of this faction. Because of this relationship, Wen Heng saw that Nie Ying changed from five points to eight points. In addition, Nie Ying's nature is open and forthright, and he is very comfortable to get along with. Although Wen Heng treats people with indifference, his emotions and anger are invisible, but he also has a close relationship with him. During the several-day journey from Jiuqu to Tuozhou, the two of them were discussing rivers and lakes, or exchanging martial arts.
Near Siyou Mountain, there are more and more heroes in the rivers and lakes, and the surrounding inns are full. Wen Heng and Nie Ying were not slow, and when they arrived at the foot of the mountain, seeing that there was nowhere to stay, Nie Ying said, "Tomorrow is the day of the sun, and now the weather is hot, it's fine to sleep in the wild for a night, let's get up early and go up the mountain tomorrow. ."
Wen Heng slept in the stone cave for four years, and he didn't care about sleeping more, he promised now. The two rested in a wood at the foot of the mountain, ate some dry food, and each picked a tree to sleep on.
It was early summer, and there were a lot of mosquitoes in the mountains and forests. Although both of them were equipped with deworming medicine bags, there were still many small insects that disturbed people. Nie Ying's skin was rough and thick, so he was not afraid of these, and slept soundly, but Wen Heng had trouble falling asleep, so he had to lie down among the trees, closing his eyes and meditating on the kung fu in "Lingxiao Zhenjing".
I don't know how long it took, suddenly there was a subtle "rustling" sound from below, it seemed that someone was walking by, Wen Heng turned his head to look through the gap between the branches and leaves, and saw a long shadow reflected in the moonlight, a hoarse man said: " Don't worry, my lord, everything has been set up properly, and they will be able to catch them all in one go as long as they go down the mountain."
The other person didn't say much, only a faint "um" sound.
The man wanted to say something, but suddenly his companion gave him a "shush" gesture and whispered, "Someone."
Wen Heng was startled in his heart, and immediately realized that he was holding his breath all the time, and it was impossible to arouse the other party's vigilance. It must be Nie Ying's deep sleep and undisguised breathing that made people notice the movement.
However, the two of them are now a grasshopper on the same line. Nie Ying is being targeted, and he can't run away. Wen Heng's mind changed, and he had already made up his mind. He immediately turned over from the branch and deliberately moved the branch to make small movements to attract the attention of the two. Then he kicked the trunk of the tree with one foot, performed light work, and flew over the top of the two of them. Lin Wai fled.
This movement was not small, the two looked at each other, and as expected, they were fooled, and immediately chased after them.
Although Wen Heng was unfamiliar with the terrain, fortunately, he was extremely talented and had the cover of darkness. When he returned to the forest, Nie Ying had already woken up, and the two of them changed places. Seeing that no one was coming, Wen Heng was relieved and explained what he had just overheard.
"Who are they going to kill?" Nie Ying frowned, "This sounds like an enemy, but it doesn't seem right."
Wen Heng frowned slightly and said, "I'm afraid it's not the rivers and lakes seeking revenge."
"How to say?"
"Which sect would call the elders of this sect 'sir'?" Wen Heng said, "I hear this tone, but it sounds like someone from the government. But the sword discussion conference is a martial arts event, how can it involve the government?"
Nie Ying persuaded: "Let's just guess and guess here with only a few words, but if we can't guess the truth, we should wait until tomorrow to go up the mountain to see the situation. Since those two people are staying at the foot of the mountain, they should also go up the mountain tomorrow, so be careful then, saying Maybe we can find out these two and ask them clearly."
Wen Heng thought for a while, but said, "Forget it, whoever he wants to kill in one go, it has nothing to do with you and me anyway, so there's no need to meddle in nosy business."
He doesn't pay much attention to the righteousness of the rivers and lakes, and he has no ambition to help the poor and the needy.
"Okay." Nie Ying nodded in agreement without hesitation, and said, "It's all according to the arrangement of the brothers."
Wen Heng was slightly surprised by this, Nie Ying smiled and said, "Just now the situation is critical, if you hadn't sacrificed your life to lure the thieves away, Brother Yu would be in big trouble now. Whether you're willing to intervene or not, I know you're a talker, brother. A good and loyal person will never be suspicious of such trivial matters."
Wen Heng hadn't seen outsiders for a long time, and he walked with Nie Ying all the way. He always had a bit of precaution in his heart. Hearing him say this at this moment, although it was a chance encounter, he could be regarded as a confidant. Sincere gentleman, it is a blessing for my younger brother to make friends with you."
Nie Ying told him to be a little embarrassed for the praise, and waved his hand quickly: "Don't put gold on your big brother's face, our brothers don't say such foreign words, let's rest early, we have business tomorrow."