Judging from what Xue Qinglan knew about Wen Heng when he stayed four years ago, unless he was in a hurry, he wouldn't scold him directly, but he usually spoke politely. The more false the politeness, the more angry he is. If you don't understand this, and continue to fight against him, don't think of him as a good face in your life.
If this habit has not changed after four years, Wen Heng is probably a little annoyed now.
The meaning of what you said just now is probably equivalent to "If you don't come over, I will go to catch you in person", which is a hidden threat.
Compared to the phantom-like gentleness at first sight, at this moment, his eyebrows are frosty and cold, but it is more in line with Xue Qinglan's imagination that the two should be like when they meet again, like a real, living person.
Without waiting for Xue Qinglan to speak, Lu Hongyi took the lead in answering: "Since Yue Shaoxia has warmly invited, Hufa Xue will not refuse." She turned her face like a book, and looked at Xue Qinglan with a smile: "If Hufa Xue can be at the sword discussion conference. Showing your fists and making friends with heroes in the world is also a blessing to the face of the suzerain, and a great contribution to the hanging star sect."
Wen Heng echoed leisurely beside him: "Exactly."
Lu Hongyi deliberately wanted to cause trouble for Xue Qinglan. Regardless of whether he agreed or not, she smiled at Wen Heng and quickly took the people away.
Xue Qinglan was abandoned by her colleagues and stood in the same place helplessly. Wen Heng turned around his sword, returned the long sword to him, and said, "Take a step to speak."
In front of Chuixingzong, he didn't even bother to call out 'Xue Hufa', so he just wrote "I'm angry" on his face.
The first round has been completed so far. It was almost noon, the heat was steaming, the sun was high in the sky, and people couldn't open their eyes. The Chu family's sword sect held a banquet at the foot of the mountain and invited a group of nobles to drink together. While the crowd dispersed, Wen Heng and Xue Qinglan walked one after the other under the shade of a continuous tree.
The two faced each other, both speechless.
Those flashing memories, unfulfilled promises, unknown torment and toss and turns... all turned into silent dodges at this moment. There is a river between them. Even if the misunderstanding can be cleared up, the reason can be explained clearly, and even the dark wound can be healed, but no one can cross this river.
After a while of silence, it was Xue Qinglan who spoke first: "Young Master Yue called me over, do you have any advice?"
Wen Heng's brows twitched, suppressing the sullen anger in his heart because of his birth, and said as calmly as possible: "Not to mention advice, you and I haven't seen each other for many years, I want to pull you back to catch up, can't you?"
Xue Qinglan seemed to laugh, and lowered her eyes to stop looking at him: "Young Master Yue is quite elegant."
"I'm a member of the Chuixing Sect now, and there is no conflict between right and wrong, so I shouldn't be able to talk to Young Master Yue together." He said lightly, "If you still want to reminisce, you'd better go to your senior brother first and ask about me and Chun. The old feud of the Jun faction."
Wen Heng suddenly said: "Back then, I lost the selection of a direct disciple, I left Yueying Mountain and came to Zhanchuan City, and became an introductory disciple in a medicine hall. After staying there for less than a day, I was kidnapped by a strange person and isolated from the world. I have lived in the valley for four years. To tell you the truth, I only came out of the valley five days ago, and I have no idea what happened in these four years—"
Xue Qinglan was stunned for a moment, her eyes softened slightly, but she still stared at him suspiciously.
He thought that Wen Heng was going to ask him why he had a grudge with the Chunjun faction, but he heard him say: "So, I was indeed the one who missed the appointment back then. I'm sorry, but I didn't mean to not go to you."
"I'm late, I've kept you waiting."
More than a thousand days and nights, every day was like a knife cut, Xue Qinglan gradually got used to this kind of torture, the ordinary pain was no longer enough to make him change color. But even so, hearing Wen Heng's voice and saying unexpected words, he still felt that his heart was twisted, and the pain was so painful that he wanted to cry.
But the years have passed, and things are right and wrong. Wen Heng is still apologetic for the agreement that year, but he is no longer the child who only waits for others to pick him up.
Xue Qinglan's eyes were red, she tried her best to suppress the pain in her heart, and said coldly, "I didn't wait for you."
There was a choked sob in his final voice, and his eyes were full of water, but he was very tough, and he would never show the slightest weakness. Obviously, the injury was too deep, and his alertness was not dissipated. Wen Heng didn't dare to recruit him again, sighed and said, "Okay, no wait. I've been alone in the mountains for too long, and I'm stunned thinking about it."
Xue Qinglan: "..."
Being interrupted by him like this, the tumultuous mood finally calmed down a little. He changed the subject: "So, you had an adventure in the valley and practiced a peerless martial arts? Did that weirdo—"
Wen Heng: "What?"
Xue Qinglan's concern was disturbed, and she almost asked the truth. She immediately stopped the conversation and said perfunctory: "Nothing. Yue Gongzi's situation is also a blessing in disguise, which is gratifying."
Wen Heng was so shrewd, he immediately reacted and said with a smile: "That weird person kidnapped me to teach me martial arts, and didn't mean to harm me, don't worry."
For the first time, Xue Qinglan felt that it was not a good thing for people to be too smart. This was the case in the past, and it is still the same now. Everything he said in front of Wen Heng would be seen through.
Seeing that he turned his head away and didn't speak, Wen Heng explained: "I was in the ring just now, and I challenged myself as a disciple of Chunjun, so I didn't have to deal with you. Although he is no longer at the gate, he cannot stand idly by.”
"That's right." Xue Qinglan agreed, "If you have kindness, you will pay for it, and repay your grievances with virtue. This is the righteous way of chivalry. A decent gentleman like Yue Gongzi naturally misses his old feelings, but an evil demon like me doesn't understand it. If you don't have kindness, you will repay your hatred, and if you don't have the heart and soul, it's embarrassing. The self-proclaimed devil?"
Wen Heng: "…"
He really had a headache. Although Xue Qinglan was withdrawn and indifferent when he was a child, he was not in conflict with him, and after getting to know him well, he had no temper. But now, he is going to contradict one sentence, and he has to fight with him, knowing that Wen Heng does not regard him as a villain. It meant that he wanted to draw himself into the stream of demons and heretics. It seemed that he would not be reconciled if Wen Heng was so angry that he would cut off his ties with him.
Wen Heng wanted to scold Xue Qinglan to make him sober, but when he thought of how good he was when he was a child, how much he had suffered in the Weeping Star Sect all these years, and he couldn't be ruthless, he had to hold back his anxiety and slowly enter Huairou. , so that the old wounds do not heal, and new wounds are added to him.
Moreover, sometimes the more a person cares about something, the more he will deliberately depreciate something, for fear that it will become a weakness, so as to numb himself, thinking that he will not be seen through his desire.
Having said that, Wen Heng was not a particularly good-natured person. His young master had a deep-rooted temper, and he would scold Su Youfeng when he was in the valley. Although he didn't take Xue Qinglan's yin and yang strange anger, he couldn't tolerate Xue Qinglan's self-defeating so much, and even wanted to draw a clear line with him.
"I have endured a sentence for a long time, for fear that it will make you scornful if you say it, and you have to recruit me again and again." Wen Heng completely gave up his tall and straight posture, leaned against the tree next to him, and his limbs relaxed with this action. , is an almost harmless gesture, but there is a slight sarcasm in the words, "Qinglan, I have never seen a devil pointing his sword at someone, his face was so wronged that he wanted to throw himself into the arms of the opposite side and cry. one."
"… "
This is really a bastard, Xue Qinglan was stunned by him, and he didn't even remember to scold him for a while.
Wen Heng took out the long sword from his waist, handed it to him with his backhand, and asked, "Since I'm ungrateful and don't remember the past, why didn't the sword just stab me to death? Is it good to be backlashed by my own internal strength? I just destroyed it. After the big plan of your Weeping Star Sect, now I will give you a chance to kill me, come, take the sword!"
The excuse to refute immediately came to his lips. Xue Qinglan could either turn his face away or talk nonsense. Anyway, no one cared whether he really thought so.
But he couldn't say it in front of Wen Heng.
When others can't see through, whatever you say will have the same effect. Your thoughts have long been seen thoroughly, and if you try to cover them up, not only is it useless, but it's funny, and it will only make people laugh.
Wen Heng watched his eyes dim like fireworks. It was neither sadness nor loss, but a lifeless indifference.
Before the embers were completely extinguished, Wen Heng threw the sword, straightened up and took a step forward, reaching out and hugging him into his arms.
The field of vision darkened, the ears were full of drum noises, and the hands and feet did not seem to belong to him. At this moment, only the sense of smell was still functioning as usual. Wen Heng went up the mountain to fight this morning. Although it didn't take much effort, there was a lot of dust on his clothes. But in this dusty breath, there was a very faint scent of green bamboo, which suddenly calmed Xue Qinglan's heart.
Memories sticking out from far away, Yingyingchaochuo still looks like many years ago.
At this time, there was only an empty terrace on the solitary peak, and there was no one around. The ground is high and the sky is high, and the peaks are like clusters. Wen Heng can wrap his entire waist with just one arm, and put the other hand on the back of his neck and gently rub it a few times. Their chests were pressed against each other, and their heartbeats gradually became the same, as if time had stopped suddenly, and the world was in the shade of a small tree on this side.
"Senior brother doesn't think you are bad, and I'm not scolding you, just..." He laughed at himself. "Before I saw you, I guessed that you would blame me, but I didn't expect you and I to be so divided."
He closed his eyes and buried it on the side of Xue Qinglan's neck, and sighed deeply. The person who has always been calm as a mountain has a faint sadness in his voice at this moment.
"Qinglan, get angry, don't push me out, okay?"
Wen Heng lowered his head to talk to him, his warm breath brushed against his temples and ears inadvertently, and the frozen person finally thawed from that thin red. The warmth flowed all over his body, as if someone had spread his broad wings above his head, Xue Qinglan's straight shoulders slackened, and like a child, he reached out and hugged Wen Heng's waist, burying himself completely in his arms.
He was finally able to honestly face the true emotions he had suppressed for many years.
"I'm not mad," he murmured. "I just thought... I'd never see you again."
"I miss you so much... brother."