This name first made everyone in the field silent for a moment, and then it exploded like cold water into a hot oil pan, and there was a continuous whisper of whispers around.
Wen Heng is probably the most at a loss among all of them. He has too many emotions in his heart, but he doesn't know which one is the main one. With a solemn face, he turned his head and asked Nie Ying: "What are they talking about?"
"You don't recognize this person?" Nie Ying slapped him on the thigh and said worriedly, "The Chunjun faction is in trouble."
Wen Heng shook his head.
Nie Ying thought about it, and suddenly realized: "Yes, this matter happened in the year you left the Chunjun faction, it is normal for you not to know."
"This Xue Qinglan was originally a disciple of Mingzhou's 'Sacred Hand of Immortals' Xue Ci, but he poisoned his master with his own hands four years ago, betrayed his master's sect, and turned to the Weeping Star Sect. Xue Ci has always had a good reputation in the right way. The Jun faction Qin Ling and Xue Ci have been close friends for many years. After the bad news came out, Zhengdao was outraged. Qin Ling personally went to the Weeping Star Sect to seek revenge. "
Nie Ying looked at the chilling figure on the high platform with cold eyes, and her tone subconsciously lowered: "Qin Ling is also a long-established master, but he was defeated by an unknown child, which is a great shame for the Chunjun faction. What is Xue Qinglan's martial arts? How high it is, no one can tell."
Wen Heng almost made him stunned by these few words, and he had to rack his brains to digest these messages. It was hard for him not to mix his personal feelings into it. The huge emotions of grief, sorrow and right and wrong were smashed into the heart lake one after another. on the apex of the heart.
How could he think that he could hold the long sword of gold and iron, that he had acquired a peerless skill, that he would dare to use the sword alone, and look at the martial arts, but one day he would suddenly be afraid of meeting each other without knowing each other
The young man who had been with him for a few months and laughed at Yan Yan suddenly appeared in front of him at this moment. From the inside to the outside, he seemed to be a different person, leaving a lifeless shell and a frozen heart.
A piece of clean white paper fell into the mud when he didn't know it, and it was covered in boundless blood.
Nie Ying was still talking beside him: "Look at Xue Qinglan's swordsmanship, he is more skilled than the masters taught by the Chunjun School, but you would never have imagined that this person did not use swords originally. Xue Qinglan's nickname is 'Jiang Shui Liuchun',' "Chun" refers to his command of the Chui Xingzong Chun character group, and "Jiang Shui" refers to his saber, "Breaking Water". Moreover, he has been taught by Xue Ci for many years, and he is quite proficient in the use of medicine and poison... Hey, what are you doing!"
Wen Heng suddenly got up, was stabbed by Nie Ying, and had to sit back again. Nie Ying put a little weight in his hand and pressed his shoulder to prevent him from being impulsive: "Don't be too busy, I know you can't bear to see the Chunjun faction being humiliated, but the current situation is caused by the acquiescence of the other factions. No matter how high the law is, it can’t be the enemy of the entire Weeping Star Sect. If the situation changes and you offend both right and wrong, how will you stand on the rivers and lakes in the future?”
Wen Heng's face was calm, but there was a pain in his eyes. He shook his head and said, "I'm not all for the Chunjun faction."
In the blink of an eye, Xue Qinglan had calmly sent off the two Chunjun disciples.
Even if the two are in poor condition, they are talents carefully cultivated by the peaks, otherwise they would not have been sent to the Sword Discourse Conference, and they could be sent to fight, indicating that they still have the power to deal with them. Wen Heng just watched the fight on the stage carefully, they were planted in Xue Qinglan's hands, not all because of bad luck.
What Xue Qinglan used was not the martial arts of the Weeping Star Sect. His swordsmanship was extraordinary, and he did not lose to Chunjun's brilliant tricks. Why wasn't it the result of someone's careful teaching
The first two suffered a fiasco, and the pressure on the third disciple of the Chunjun faction suddenly became heavier. If the three of them can't replace Xue Qinglan, then the Chunjun faction will have success or failure in this round, and their reputation and face will be ruined. In the next ten years, I am afraid they will become the laughing stock of the world's heroes.
Wen Changqing looked back at the two elders who were full of livid faces under the Cheng Terrace, and the seniors and brothers who could not hide their haggardness. He sighed softly, suppressed his worries, endured the disgust in his chest, and stepped up to the left arena.
"After so many years, Hufa Xue will be safe?"
He was not in a hurry, the long sword was slanted on the ground, and his demeanor was idle, as if he was at home with Xue Qinglan.
Xue Qinglan raised her eyes and glanced at him, her eyes were as clear as glass, but they lacked vitality, like a person carved from ice and snow, and said lightly, "It's you."
"Not bad." Wen Changqing said with a smile, "I had a relationship on Yuquan Peak in the past, but I didn't expect Hufa Xue to remember it."
Xue Qinglan nodded: "I do remember."
As he spoke, he raised his sword and pointed at Wen Changqing: "Unfortunately, I hate reminiscing about the old days, and even more hate catching up with the people of the Chunjun faction."
Wen Changqing didn't care about his sudden attack, so he suppressed his smile and said sternly: "Hufa Xue, the master and the senior and third senior brothers who were injured by you are still in retreat. As a disciple of Yuquan Peak, I should have a decisive battle with you today. , to avenge the sect of the teacher. But the injustice has the first debt and the owner, Xue Ci's matter, the hatred between the two of us is destined to die, but the matter of Yue Chi's junior brother really has nothing to do with Yuquanfeng and Chunjun faction."
It's a pity that his remarks not only did not persuade Xue Qinglan, but instead added fuel to the fire and completely annoyed the other party.
Xue Qinglan didn't use all her strength to clean up the first two people, and didn't deliberately hurt anyone, but at this time, she suddenly became angry, and a lightning-like sword went straight to Wen Changqing's heart, and said sternly: "How dare you mention his name!"
Wen Changqing attacked him with all his strength, not daring to directly attack him, and hurriedly retreated to avoid giving way, but Xue Qinglan made one strike, another strike, and there were endless backstrokes. The cold light was under the hood like a gust of wind and rain, only to hear a few chirps, Wen Changqing's arm and calf hit the sword, the clothes were cut several times, and the skin was covered with shallow blood.
This was the result of what he tried to avoid. Xue Qinglan didn't miss a single strike, but the sword he swung out almost missed.
Wen Changqing just tried to use his true energy, which caused the sea of anger to surge, almost vomiting blood, and his eyes turned black for a while, and he could barely stand, but he still insisted: "Xue Hufa, every yard is a yard, Yuquanfeng is not sorry for Yue. Brother Chi, you don’t even need to take out your anger at the Chunjun faction!”
Xue Qinglan still didn't relieve her hatred, but after hearing this, she jumped up again and kicked him off the ring with a kick in the chest.
"He doesn't see anyone alive or a dead body, so I'm just taking my anger out. How are you doing?!"
Wen Changqing's internal strength was not functioning well, and after receiving this kick, he immediately spit out a mouthful of blood and fell straight from the left arena.
Chunjun disciple lost his voice and said in grief, "Senior Brother Wen!"
Yu Junchen, who was waiting under the stage, breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to rush up to catch him, when a gray shadow suddenly appeared in the slanted ground, passing him like a breeze, flying over to copy Wen Changqing, helping him to slow down. Slowly landed on the east side of the terrace.
Wen Changqing's internal injury flared up, his chest hurts sharply, the blood in his throat is tumbling, and his eyes are hazy. He can only see a person wearing a bamboo hat holding up his upper body, and a moderate and peaceful internal force penetrates from the vest, guiding him to perform exercises to heal his wounds. .
The man held his wrist vein with one hand, looked at his eyes and behind his ears, and said, "Honeysuckle, Tianzhuzi, Baiducao, Guizhencao, and Paeonia suffruticosa each two qian, decocted with water, can detoxify ."
This voice was very young, calm, and a little familiar. Wen Changqing didn't know why, but just listening to him, his heart couldn't help but calm down.
"Thank you," he said hoarsely.
The man handed him into the hands of the hurried disciple Chunjun, seemed to smile slightly, and said, "No need."
Wen Changqing got his help, and his inner strength worked for a week, and the anxiety in his chest was slightly reduced, but he couldn't take care of the other person's supporting hand.
on stage.
Xue Qinglan stood leaning on his sword. He was just plainly stabbed by Wen Changqing. After the rage, the blood was still dripping down, and it was really hurting others and hurting himself.
He was too lazy to care about the life and death of others, and was full of deep boredom.
The sound of footsteps approached, and a gray-clothed man wearing a hat stepped onto the stage. His clothes were rough, and he had nothing else on his body except the sword in his hand, even the iron sword was tattered. He is so shabby and conspicuous that it has become a characteristic, and there is probably no second person so poor in the audience.
Xue Qinglan was bored and bored, but she still remembered what she was doing, she glanced at him lightly, and said, "You are not from the Chunjun faction."
Such a person who appeared out of thin air, mixed into the dispute between the two factions without saying hello, I don't know if it was the wrong way or the life was too long. Even the elders and seniors of various sects had strange expressions on their faces, and whispered to each other: "Who is this person?"
Someone in Zhaoyao Villa recognized him, but Longjing suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction where he first appeared.
The man raised his hand and took off the bamboo hat. His voice was not loud, but with a deep inner strength like the sea, it spread throughout the entire terrace.
"Yue Chi, a disciple of Chunjun, has come to ask Hufa Xue for advice."
Wen Heng used to think a lot, and there was always a bit of gloom in his eyebrows. No matter how handsome he was, his face was as cold as frost and snow, and it was difficult to teach people to get close to him. Now he has accomplished great things and has an open mind. Plating a layer of bright and clean, even more elegant, at this moment, standing calmly on the high platform, although wearing a gray robe and a cloth shirt, it is still super dusty, Xiaoxiao Susu, like a fairy in the middle of the world, and everyone is dumbfounded.
Wen Changqing didn't come up in one breath, and almost shoved over on the spot.
Xue Qinglan felt as if someone had poured a basin of cold water on her head for three or nine days. In an instant, her bones and blood were frozen, and even her heartbeat stopped.
The shock was so urgent and fierce that even though he was absent-minded, his muscles were stiff and tense.
Wen Heng saw with his own eyes that he swept two Chunjun disciples and injured Wen Changqing, and heard many rumors about him with his own ears. When he stepped on this arena, his mind was still a mess. After not seeing him for four years, a good child suddenly became a demon and a heretic, and everyone would have a little bit of suspicion in their hearts.
But when he stood opposite Xue Qinglan and saw those cold star-like eyes, the unfamiliarity he hadn't seen in these years, the hesitation caused by the rumors, the sadness that was hard to follow... All the folds and folds all developed and flattened spontaneously, turning into a drizzle of spring breeze. , Long-lost and familiar tenderness.
He stared at Xue Qinglan calmly, his tone was the same as before, without reproach or connivance, he could always properly handle his uneasiness and confusion in his hands.
"Qinglan, senior brother is late."