He is indeed not the same as before.
Wen Heng pushed himself very tightly in the past. He was too depressed in his heart, he didn't like to be close to people, he didn't mind his own business, and he didn't have time to pay attention to the scenery of the four seasons and the beautiful scenery. For four years in the valley, he was really poor and bored, there was nothing to watch, and sometimes he could only be distracted.
Over time, he even developed the magical ability to observe the sky and predict rain and snow.
Nature is the endless treasure of the creator. From ancient times to the present, many martial arts have been climbing mountains and waters, and they have gained something from nothing. Wen Heng is not a stupid person. He didn't spend his time on this before, but later he was trapped in a secluded valley and gradually became enlightened. .
In this way, he jumped out of the prison of painting the ground, and his mind was clear and open, which was completely different from the previous one.
Xue Qinglan asked him to hold him, and hid under the umbrella side by side with him, his breath was soaked in the wet and cool rain, but it was not completely cold. The temperature of half of Wen Heng's body was continuously passing along the place where the two were close to each other. Except for the wet clothes and a little embarrassment, there was nothing wrong with them.
He thought so, and the anxiety that was surging in his heart was strangely calmed down.
Xue Qinglan shook her head and smiled.
Wen Heng asked, "What are you laughing at?"
Xue Qinglan said: "While cooking wine and listening to the rain is elegant, it is also a human pleasure to stand here and watch thunderstorms."
Wen Heng laughed: "It really is a joy, not a stupid thing?"
Xue Qinglan thought about it and sighed: "Stupid is stupid. It seems to be quite happy to be a carefree fool."
Anyway, as long as you are with Wen Heng, things will always develop unexpectedly. It doesn't matter if you are stupid or crazy at the moment, the most rare thing in life is not thinking about anything.
Wen Heng lifted the umbrella and said with a smile, "I just want you to watch the rain, not to ask your ideals, but I don't have to confess so quickly." Feeling that Xue Qinglan clasped in his palm, he grabbed the The honest fingers turned to talk about another thing: "I saw the swordsmanship you demonstrated in the ring today. It is more than fast and fierce, but lacks stamina. Is it because you have not practiced for too long and your hands are born?"
Xue Qinglan usually uses swords most of the time. Today, in order to meet the scene of the sword discussion conference, he only brought swords, but he felt guilty in front of Wen Heng, so he did not explain in detail, and said vaguely: "It's because I am not good at learning."
Wen Heng glanced at him lightly, without making a decision, and added, "I told you before that your physique is not as strong and powerful as others, and head-to-head is the best choice." Not all day, not to mention that there are more storms than you in this world. Today is purely a blind cat and a dead mouse. If you continue to use your sword against the enemy like the morning, sooner or later, you will suffer from this. ."
Xue Qinglan's martial arts are considered excellent among the young talents who came to Siyou Mountain to participate in the Sword Discourse Conference, and in his mouth it became "a blind cat meets a dead mouse". Xue Qinglan would be violent and beat up if someone else came to him, but his swordsmanship was taught by Wen Heng. Wen Heng was a half-master for him, so he didn't dare to argue, he just bowed his head and listened to the lesson.
"'Use softness to overcome rigidity, use strength to break tricks, wait for an opportunity to move, and follow the trend', learn and use these sixteen characters, don't get carried away by a moment's enthusiasm, let alone—"
He paused, and Xue Qinglan asked inexplicably, "What?"
Wen Heng gave him a deep look, raised his hand and tapped his chest: "You can't take your own life for granted."
"Nonsense, when will I die."
As soon as Xue Qinglan heard it, he knew that he was still brooding about the morning sword competition, and he reached for his hand with a little guilty conscience, and sighed as if it was a real thing: "I have been plagued by chores these years, and martial arts can only be considered ordinary. Alas. , I couldn't beat you when I was a child, and I can't beat you even more now."
Wen Heng's left hand was held by him, and he felt that his swordsmanship was not refined, but he was more skilled in acting like a spoiled child: "You are so good, why am I hitting you?"
Xue Qinglan muttered: "It's hard to say, you are always unpredictable, you told me to wait for you, and there has been no news for four years; now you say you won't hit me, who knows when you will come with a sword."
Wen Heng told him to laugh angrily, but on second thought, Xue Qinglan's remarks were probably for a reason. As long as a person hurts once, it will not be so easy to believe in promises next time.
"I taught you that half set of swordsmanship in the past, remember?"
Xue Qinglan nodded and said, "Of course I remember, but unfortunately I was stupid back then and didn't learn everything. I saw you on the terrace today with those two moves, which are more subtle than before. By the way, since the first two moves have already been named, then What is the name of this sword technique?"
Wen Heng just smiled and didn't answer.
Xue Qinglan was puzzled and asked: "No name? Still can't say it? What can't you say about a swordsmanship?"
"I'll tell you later when I have a chance." Wen Heng said, "Speaking of business, let's make an agreement."
Xue Qinglan: "What agreement?"
Wen Heng said: "If one day, you and I are in a situation where you have to draw swords to face each other, as long as you use any move in this sword technique, I will immediately give up the sword and admit defeat."
"Brother Heng!"
Xue Qinglan suddenly raised her voice to stop him, a sharp and clear anger flashed in her eyes, but the gaffe was quickly suppressed by himself. He stared at Wen Heng, all emotions surging in his chest, but in the end there was only a helpless plea: "Don't do this."
"Since I'm back, I won't really let you come this far, just in case." Wen Heng brushed off the water droplets from his shoulders and patiently comforted him, "In other words, apologies can't be just mouth-watering. If you shout happily, you must always show your sincerity. Just treat it as if I am making amends for you, okay?"
His attitude was relaxed and natural, as if he was really just trying to coax him, without any other consideration.
But how is it possible? He is clearly a man with seven orifices.
Xue Qinglan turned her head and glanced at Wen Heng's hand on her left shoulder. She couldn't tell whether she was accepting her fate or giving up on herself, and said in a low voice, "You already knew that."
As if he didn't hear it, Wen Heng shook the rainwater on the umbrella and said, "The rain has become smaller, let's go to an inn to bathe and change."
He deliberately pretended to be stupid, but Xue Qinglan was not stupid.
It was precisely because Wen Heng knew what he was most afraid of, that he could accurately give him a reassurance.
For all the rebellious, injustice, insidious and vicious things he has done over the years, he is not afraid of being criticized and reviled by others, but he does not want anyone to disappoint him.
And now this person said that if they meet in a narrow road in the future, he is willing to put down his sword and admit defeat.
"Brother Heng, it's all for this sake," Xue Qinglan stood under the umbrella and asked word by word, "Don't you have anything to ask me?"
"What you are willing to say, you will naturally tell me, why should I ask? If you don't want to say, I ask, you still have to bother to make up nonsense, and I can't hear the truth, isn't that just adding to the block?" Wen Heng Said, "Qinglan, I think you misunderstood me a little."
"I know some things, I just know them, I don't say them, because I believe you know what you're doing, and I believe I didn't look at the wrong person." His eyes passed over Xue Qinglan calmly, like a Washing away the smoke and dust, "I'm not a saint, and I don't have the hobby to force you to be a saint, and I won't condemn you by criticizing others. If you really think you owe someone, go and make amends as much as you can. You don't have to come to me to beg for a scolding in order to feel at ease."
Xue Qinglan: "..."
"Speaking of which, I'm curious about something: I've said these words over and over again, why do you still think I'm going to scold you? Did I treat you too harshly before?"
It's hard to answer this, Xue Qinglan couldn't explain it clearly, she just shook her head silently and resolutely.
Thinking about the past, Wen Heng could somewhat understand Xue Qinglan's mentality: he and Xue Ci had no master-disciple relationship, and probably no other elder had disciplined him in his life. Wen Heng was like his only elder brother. Now that he consciously did something wrong, he was afraid that Wen Heng would hate to alienate him because of it, and he was very aggrieved and had nowhere to relieve him, so he competed with himself.
In the final analysis, he was left unaccompanied over the years, causing him to go through many detours in vain and suffered too much.
"Since you don't know, I'll make it clear for you today." Wen Heng said, "I only have the three requirements I made to you back then, and it will be the same from now on. As long as you can do it, I will be next to you. Never mind; but if you can't do it, I'm really going to do it."
Xue Qinglan couldn't remember when he mentioned this, and was stunned for a while.
It was very interesting that he fell from arrogance and arrogance to confusion. Wen Heng couldn't help laughing when he saw this, and said jokingly: "Forgot? It's obvious that I didn't take my words to heart."
During the three months in Yueying Mountain, Wen Heng had taught him a lot, but Xue Qinglan tried hard to recall, but still had no clue.
"'Eat well, sleep well, and practice with your heart.'" Wen Heng approached him and asked him, "Did I say so? Think about it with your conscience, which of these three things have you accomplished, and you dare to stay with me? Climbing here?"
Xue Qinglan: "..."
It seemed that he should breathe a sigh of relief, but he felt that the surrounding water vapor was sinking into his eyes, so full that it was about to overflow.
"Eat well, sleep well, and practice hard. Waiting for me to find you."
This was the last word Wen Heng said to him when they parted in the past. Since then, Xue Qinglan has never seen Wen Heng again. He sometimes even wondered if it was all imaginary, and it was because he struggled hopelessly in the sea of misery that he mistook the dream for reality.
"I didn't do it," Xue Qinglan whispered to herself, "That's why... you didn't come."
The cool wind blew the rain and rushed towards his face, Wen Heng turned slightly and blocked him under the umbrella: "No, little fool, it's because you did the last sentence, so I won't go anymore."