How could it be him
Anyone is fine, why is it him
Xue Qinglan thought in a trance. At this moment, even if Xue Ci came alive in front of him, I'm afraid it wouldn't make him so panicked, as if his chest was torn open by a sword, his rotten heart and liver have since lost its cover and been completely exposed in broad daylight.
"… It's you."
Wen Heng looked at his mouth shape, he was going to call "Senior Brother", but he swallowed a word, turning it into a question with blood and resentment.
"it's me."
Wen Heng took a step forward, Xue Qinglan took a step back almost at the same time without thinking, and he stopped, as if he was afraid of scaring someone, and calmly said: "After so many years, are you all right?"
Xue Qinglan should have just turned eighteen this year. He is different from Wen Heng. When he was on Yueying Mountain, Wen Heng's appearance was basically fixed, but there have been some slight changes over the years, but Xue Qinglan has grown from a young boy to a young man who is only half a head shorter than Wen Heng, and his features have become more and more handsome. , when he stood there still, it looked like a beautiful jade sculpture, but it was worthy of the four-character test of "Shen Qing Gu Xiu" that Wen Heng gave him back then.
It's just that the world is smelting, the kind of clearness that is unique to young people in him has long been exhausted, the eyebrows are often frosty, and the whole person is pale and lifeless. It seems that the black robe is not wrapped in a living person, but a piece of ice, a piece of cold iron, facing a human being or a ghost, whether he stabs someone or is smashed by someone else is not enough to make him change his face slightly. color.
At this moment, even facing Wen Heng, his emotions were agitated and he wanted to devour himself, but there was still no blood on his face, no intense expression at all.
"Young Master Laoyue is concerned."
He didn't answer whether it was okay or not, he looked away from Wen Heng's face, moved his stiff fingers without a trace, and held the hilt again.
This scene seems to go back to a few years ago, when Wen Heng met Xue Qinglan for the first time, who was thousands of miles away.
The man who was willing to open his arms to him erected thorns all over his body, and said coldly, "This is a test between the Chuixing Sect and the Chunjun faction. Yue Gongzi is no longer a Chunjun disciple, so please go down and come up with another person. ."
It has been a long time since Wen Heng experienced such a sense of loss when he stepped on the air. He was not angry, but regretted. In the summer, the clear blue sky, the lush green trees all over the mountains and the fields, and all the vivid scenery in the eyes, all cast a dark color on the mood at this time.
He said unhurriedly: "Four years ago, I was rejected as a direct disciple and was sent to Zhanchuan City to be an introductory disciple. If the Chunjun faction hadn't removed me from my name, I should still be a Chunjun disciple now."
Xue Qinglan was instantly annoyed by him: "To win today, the Chunjun faction and the Chuixingzong must go one. Even if the person standing in front of me is you, I will definitely, no, hand, soft."
Wen Heng's feelings for the Chunjun faction have never been so deep, but the Chunjun faction, especially the upper and lower Yuquan Peak, had been kind to him after all, and he was willing to help him when he was in trouble. Today, the Chuixing Sect will use the Chunjun faction as a raft, and half of the face in front has been lost. If he retreats again, I am afraid that the Centennial Sword Sect will be completely disgraced.
"Hufa Xue, I don't believe that with your eyesight, you can't see the abnormality of the Chunjun faction." Wen Heng said lightly, "If the Chuixing Sect wants to fight for a place in the martial arts, he will fight in an upright manner. Taking advantage of the dangers of others is not a gentleman. That's why Hufa Lu kept saying that the number one in the world can't convince the public, could it be that your sect can convince the public by doing such a thing?"
When he said this, he turned his head to Lu Hongyi, and his voice spread throughout the square, as if he was questioning the people of the Chuixing Sect, rather than directly reprimanding Xue Qinglan.
He didn't want to fight with Xue Qinglan, this small action was a bit of Wen Heng's selfishness.
But Xue Qinglan didn't understand, he only saw Wen Heng turn his head, his expression was cold, as if he didn't want to look at him again, every word was righteous and awe-inspiring, which made him look like a clown jumping beams, ridiculous and pathetic.
Back then on Yueying Mountain, Wen Heng treated him like a brother and a father. Although he was always condoning, he was never ambiguous in his righteousness. Xue Qinglan has been taught by him for many days, and naturally he knows Wen Heng's likes and dislikes. However, when he is looking at himself at this moment, what he said and did after coming to Siyou Mountain was completely contrary to Wen Heng's previous teachings.
Even if his biological parents and his original master were still alive, he might have thought that he had already changed his temperament, and that he was a despicable villain whose heart was attached to the Demon Sect and did not distinguish between right and wrong.
"Yue Gongzi believes that he is skilled in swordsmanship, so he doesn't put others in his eyes." Xue Qinglan turned his wrist lightly, the sword's edge reflected the cold light, his cheeks tensed, as if he was clenching his teeth, and said coldly, "I really think that Don't I dare to kill you?"
Wen Heng's gaze moved down from his face to the tip of the sword. For some reason, he actually sighed and nodded, "Then I'll come and learn Hufa Xue's brilliant tricks."
Having said that, he didn't draw his sword, he just stood there so defenseless, like a living target waiting for someone to pierce, not saying a word, but he was better than a thousand words.
Xue Qinglan moved abruptly, and her figure swayed so fast that it became a phantom.
In the blink of an eye, he was still far away from Wen Heng. In just a split second, the sharp tip of the sword broke through the wind, pressed against Wen Heng's left chest exactly, and was poking at the position of his heart—
But no further.
Wen Heng sighed again.
The coarse clothes he wore in the summer were very thin and not strong. Xue Qinglan had a sharp sword in his hand, so the boss had a sword pointed at his heart, but his clothes were not torn, and he didn't even feel the slightest pain.
"You."
He reluctantly reached out to hold the sword blade. Xue Qinglan originally attacked with all his strength, but when it came to a juncture, he withdrew his energy. Just when he was about to let go, he was startled by Wen Heng's action, and his energy immediately opened the gate and poured into the sword. The stainless steel sword that he was holding didn't hold back, and it broke into two pieces with a "click".
A small piece of iron fell at Wen Heng's feet, Xue Qinglan drew his sword and threw his hand, and the other half of the cut sword flew out, "keng" nailed into the ground three inches, the hilt of the sword was still shaking.
His face was extremely ugly, and he was a little pitifully pale. It was obvious that he forcibly restrained his energy, and was attacked by the internal force. He refused to say a word to Wen Heng, and jumped off the terrace.
The two of them were talking on the stage, except for the few words that were deliberately loudly spoken, only each other could hear them. The people below watched the two chatting in the arena for a long time in confusion.
Although no one could see how his sword was broken, since he walked down the Cheng Terrace, it meant that he was the first to admit defeat in this competition.
That was Xue Qinglan, who had many festivals with Yuquan Peak of the Chunjun faction and injured Qin Ling, the "Haoran Sword"!
What is the origin of Yue Chi of the Chunjun faction? !
Not only the gangsters present were perplexed, but even many disciples of the Chunjun faction also asked this question.
Wen Changqing had asked someone to help him down, but he was the only one who came to Yuquan Peak. The other disciples were either from Biefeng or newcomers, and they had never seen Wen Heng before. On the contrary, the two elders and Yu Junchen still had some impressions of him, but they were already very indifferent. When Wen Heng came to rescue him, he was both pleasantly surprised and a little apprehensive.
Minghefeng elder Meng Feixue whispered to Wen Changqing: "Isn't Yue Chi long gone? Why did he suddenly appear? I remember that he seems to be a little bad. How much chance does he have against the Uphanging Star Sect?"
"Uncle, you have seen the situation at the time, how did you have time to ask so much." Wen Changqing said helplessly, "Junior Brother Yue used to have some problems with his meridians, so he couldn't practice his internal skills. Sent to Zhanchuan City, and disappeared after a while..."
It has been half a month since the news of Zhanchuan City was reported to Yueying Mountain, and then fell into the ears of everyone in Yuquan Peak. A small outer disciple is naturally not worthy of the Chunjun faction to fight for him. Only Liao Changxing still remembered this matter and asked someone to investigate, but there was no response.
Gradually, the name Yue Chi was no longer mentioned, and a big living person disappeared from the world so quietly, no one saw him, no one suspected him, and no one remembered him.
Later, if Xue Qinglan didn't come to the door, and he repeatedly clashed with Yuquanfeng, and blamed Wen Heng's disappearance on the Chunjun faction, Wen Changqing would have almost forgotten that Yuquanfeng once had such a junior.
Although they suffered a lot because of this, Wen Changqing sometimes thought to himself that it wasn't all bad. If one day he disappeared, and he would not be alive or dead, he would rather someone remember him with such fierce hatred. , it is better than being like a nameless ghost, free from ties in the world and forgotten by everyone.
On the south side of the terrace, Xue Qinglan was a little unsteady when he landed, and his subordinates wanted to help him, but he raised his hand and waved it away, and he stood firm. Lu Hongyi folded her arms beside her and watched, without any love from her colleagues, she said with a smile, "It's really strange today, it's rare that Hufa Xue would also stumble."
Xue Qinglan closed her eyes to heal her injuries, and was too lazy to pay attention to her.
Lu Hongyi's expression did not change, her smile deepened, and she instructed her subordinates behind him, "You go up, and someone else comes down. I'm very curious, but what is the sacredness of the one who can teach Hufa Xue to break the halberd."
The corners of her lips were slightly upturned, but there was no smile in her bright and charming eyes. Her gaze, like a poisonous snake letter, swept across Xue Qinglan's body, showing a bit of gloom for no reason.
She finished the second half of the sentence softly: "If you can't kick that person off the terrace, you don't have to come back."
Xue Qinglan's eyelashes trembled slightly and opened her eyes.