Wen Heng and him have been in a stalemate since they met. At this moment, he finally heard a soft word, like a tired old father finally looking forward to the return of the prodigal son. In an instant, all emotions were mixed, and the feeling of joy could not be suppressed. a circle.
Xue Qinglan didn't react, her feet had already left the ground, she was lifted up by Wen Heng with a blank face and turned around, and she didn't put it down after turning. As a result, he was slightly taller than Wen Heng, and put his hands on his shoulders to maintain balance. He looked down at him helplessly, suspecting that Wen Heng had suddenly lost his mind: "Young Master Yue, be more serious."
Wen Heng deliberately weighed him up and said with a smile: "When I was a child, I was called sweet by a senior brother, but when I grew up and my wings became hard, I called him Yue Gongzi."
At the age of fifteen, Xue Qinglan ran away to kill the master and joined the Chuixing Sect. He faced the elders of the Chunjun faction alone. After being appreciated by the sect master, he took over the Chunzi Department and quickly gained a firm foothold with his decisive killing. This ruthless heart, even the old fried dough sticks of the Weeping Star Sect would sigh to himself, so although he was extremely young, no one ever regarded him as an ignorant young man. Looking at today's martial arts, only Wen Heng dared to show his elders in front of him.
Although the past is tragic and unbearable to look back on, with this person there, it is like a torch in the dark night, and all the ghosts and ghosts have to detour, but he is not afraid.
Xue Qinglan was born with a kind of blind trust and dependence on Wen Heng, and was not annoyed by being held like a child, and whispered to him: "Don't rely on me, you are not a serious senior brother by acting like this now. look."
Wen Heng saw that he was smiling as usual, that he was very close, and that he was no longer alienated and indifferent. He knew that his heart knot had been resolved, put him back on the ground, and casually pushed the lock of black hair hanging in front of him behind him to straighten it out. Said: "Little Ancestor, call it whatever you like. It's not early, so let's have dinner first. We won't show up for a long time, and someone should come over later."
Xue Qinglan was raising his head slightly to let him move, but after hearing this, he hesitated: "Senior brother, it's okay for us to make friends in private, but my identity is not as good as before, you have been very close to me, I am afraid that you have a reputation. Damn... The title of 'Senior Brother' should not be called directly in front of people in the future."
Wen Heng immediately frowned, seeing that he was really embarrassed, and he knew in his heart that what he said was actually understanding him, but he was still uncomfortable, he put one hand on his shoulder and asked in a deep voice, "What does it matter to fame? I have to pretend to be unfamiliar with you for something that is not appropriate to eat or drink?"
"People say it's terrifying, Senior Brother." Xue Qinglan sighed, "You will always have to stand on the rivers and lakes in the future, and don't go on a smooth road, why do you have to step on the thorns and mud?"
Wen Heng sneered with a "ha" and didn't like his tricks at all: "We don't have to argue about thorns or thorns, I just ask you, in case one day it's like today, we two will meet with swordsmen. At this point, in order to gain a good reputation in the right way, I want to give you a sword, what should you do?"
Xue Qinglan understood what he meant and did not refute it, but shook her head silently and resolutely.
He was clearly saying "if you do it, I will accept my fate". Wen Heng was so angry that his heart, liver, spleen, lung and kidney were hurting, but when he thought about Xue Qinglan's past actions, he felt that he really hadn't changed at all. smashed to death.
He is so stupid, isn't he afraid of being let down
Wen Heng reached out and touched the back of his head, his voice low and soft: "Little fool, do you believe me that much? Who is the villain between us?"
Seeing that Xue Qinglan still didn't let go, Wen Heng thought about it and said, "There is one more thing that I should have told you four years ago, but I missed it for so long. Not a disciple of the Chunjun faction, and it is indeed a bit far-fetched to consider the status of brothers and sisters now."
"The name 'Yue Chi' was bestowed by my respected teacher, Elder Qin, when I joined the Chunjun Sect seven years ago. My surname is Wen, and I have a single name with the Chinese character Heng."
Xue Qinglan stared at him blankly, and Wen Heng said in a low voice, "It's the 'wen' you think. How old were you seven years ago? The emperor was uprooted by the crime of treason, and I was a fugitive who slipped through the net and was arrested by the imperial decree."
"I don't know if I, a grassy man living in the rivers and lakes, are worthy of being called brothers and sisters with the Protector of the Drifting Star Sect?"
The name "Wen Heng" has been buried for too long, so long that it feels a little strange to even pronounce it in person. But at the moment when the truth was put together, Wen Heng suddenly felt a sense of ease in washing away the dust and filth, taking off his mask and seeing the sun again. He was no longer the prince of Qing who was powerless, he didn't have to hide, he didn't have to endure humiliation. , you don't have to keep a low profile, you can face all the blades and arrows without fear, and carry your hatred upright.
Even though there are endless wounds and unwashed bloodstains on it, it is still tied to his life, a unique mark that belongs to him.
Strange to say, the two quarreled like this before, Xue Qinglan just held on, not letting a single tear fall; Wen Heng said these few words, he himself did not feel sad, looked down at Xue Qinglan, and saw gray water marks Silently, it snaked down his cheeks, and big teardrops fell on the placket like a broken star.
Wen Heng had never seen this battle, so he hurriedly reached out to wipe his tears, but the more he wiped, the more. He laughed and laughed for a while, and carefully pulled Xue Qinglan into his arms: "What's the matter... why are you crying?"
After so many years, the person he comforts has not improved at all, and he will only say to a child, "Okay, don't cry, don't cry... It's been a long time, don't feel bad, ah."
He put one arm around his waist and patted him regularly, and raised Xue Qinglan's face with the other to wipe away his tears, and he was distracted and lowered his head to talk to him: "I'll let people see you in a while. What's the matter with the crying face, Hufa Xue and I made an appointment to fight in the back mountain and bullied people to cry?"
Xue Qinglan avoided his hand, buried her head in his arms, and choked softly.
Wen Heng heard the sadness of grief from this extremely low whimper, and a strange feeling suddenly rose in his heart, but before he could take a closer look, he heard faint footsteps in the distance, it seemed that someone was Coming up the peak.
Xue Qinglan's appearance must not be seen by others, Wen Heng had no time to think about it, he jumped up with one arm around him, and got into the dense canopy above his head.
This tree is a thousand-year-old tree that was born on the top of the mountain. Its branches are crooked and it is quite strong. It can bear the weight of the two of them, but the place to stay is very limited. Wen Heng stood in the narrow depression where the trunk forked. Xue Qinglan He was almost completely hanging on Wen Heng's body, and was held in the air by him, listening to him whisper: "It's okay, hold on to me, don't make a sound."
Disturbed by this sudden situation, Xue Qinglan held back her tears, half closed her red and swollen eyes, and listened to the movement under the tree with bated breath.
It was none other than Nie Ying.
He probably found that Wen Heng was late, so he turned back to find him in person. However, the surroundings of Cheng Terrace were already empty. He called out "Brother Yue" several times, but no one responded. Nie Ying just thought he had gone somewhere else, instead of looking towards the ancient tree, he went down the peak.
Seeing that he was gone, Xue Qinglan let out a sigh of relief, retracted her gaze, and turned her head almost to kiss Wen Heng's face.
"… "
At first, the two of them only focused on dodging, but at this time they realized that the gesture was really embarrassing. Xue Qinglan's tears haven't dried yet, her long eyelashes are moist, her eyes are filled with a hazy mist, and the thin red at the corners of her eyes has not faded.
No matter how ignorant he is, he still understands that the two of them are too close to each other, and they are not what ordinary friends should look like.
He should have left immediately, but his feet were motionless as if they had taken root. There was a very thin voice in his heart saying that although this was wrong, he didn't hate it.
Wen Heng's heart throbbing wasn't much better than his, but he was calmer than Xue Qinglan, relaxed a little, let Xue Qinglan step on the tree trunk, and staggered the distance based on his height, so that his eyes would not increase in vain. Embarrassed, but the arm was still behind him, a protective gesture.
Xue Qinglan saw that his expression did not change, and there was no difference, only that he had not noticed it, and the embarrassment in his heart was slightly reduced. Trying to turn his mind back to business, he asked, "Senior brother, is that person here to find you?"
Wen Heng slapped his finger on his forehead and asked without answering, "Is it still called Senior Brother?"
Xue Qinglan clutched his forehead and hesitated for a while, and finally lost in Wen Heng's smiling eyes, and said in a low voice, "Brother Heng."
"Yeah." Wen Heng was satisfied, smiled and said, "Let's go down and talk."
He supported Xue Qinglan to jump from the canopy and landed lightly on the ground. When he let go, he frowned and said, "Has the kung fu I taught you fallen behind? Why is it all over the sky, why is it still so cold?"
Xue Qinglan said: "It's much better. Don't talk about that, Brother Heng, how did you know that person? What's his name?"
Wen Heng didn't know why he suddenly cared about this, and said, "I came out of the valley five days ago, and my cheap master left me and ran away. I didn't know where I was, and I didn't have any money with me, so I closed my eyes and walked blindly. Accidentally bumped into Jiuqu Dingfeng City, where I met Brother Nie. He invited me to have a meal, and the two of us walked together all the way to watch the fun on Siyou Mountain, but I didn't expect to find you here."
He briefly talked about his acquaintance with Nie Ying, Xue Qinglan pondered for a moment, and asked, "Then do you know who this person is?"
Wen Heng raised his eyebrows to look at him and said, "I would like to hear the details."
Xue Qinglan said: "His father Nie Ruzhou was a Lianzhou military academy captain. Thirty years ago, Uluohu invaded Lianzhou. The two sides fought hard for a long time. Guo Jianfeng, the master of Yanmen Gate, led 18 masters to the army to support. During the war, Nie Ruzhou attacked Lianzhou. In order to save Guo Jianfeng's unfortunate death, he left his widow wife and young son, and was taken care of by Guo Jianfeng. The child was later adopted by Guo Jianfeng as his adopted son, and he was raised carefully and treated as if he had come out. He is the leader of the younger generation of returning to Yanmen.
"Guo Jianfeng is very old, and the next sect master is likely to be his adopted son Nie Ying." Xue Qinglan said, "But Guo Jianfeng has other parents and children, so he will not deal with Nie Ying. He wants to win the position of sect master. I'm afraid it will take a lot of effort to win over enough people. Brother Heng, although your martial arts are high, after all, you haven't been involved in rivers and lakes for four years. ."
He did grow up. The little boy who used to hide in the tree and sullenly blew the cold wind, but now he is also earnestly admonishing him.
Wen Heng was relieved, but he couldn't help but feel disappointed. It felt as if he reached out his hand but grabbed it empty. When he looked up, the others had already gone away.
"it is good."
Wen Heng agreed, looked up at the sky, and asked, "Are you hungry? I'm afraid there will only be leftovers left at the luncheon. Let's not go down the mountain, find a place to eat a hot meal, and rest our feet."
Except for Wen Heng, there will be no other person in the world who cares about the trivial matter of his diet. Xue Qinglan's heart was filled with enthusiasm, but she joked: "Just leave like this? I kidnapped the pillar of the Chunjun faction, and when I turned around, people came to the door. What should I say?"
Wen Heng said confidently: "I was originally penniless, and even my sword was broken by your men, and I became a complete pauper. I can't say that I have to rely on Xue Hufa, and I can't get enough food and clothing for the rest of my life. This is called' One drink and one peck, is it a pre-determination'."
The two looked at each other and laughed, jumped down the dangerous peak hand in hand, and floated away.
The author has something to say: The object that has been lost for many years has returned, and no one will cry.