Xue Qinglan couldn't remember what Wen Heng said later. When he woke up from his trance, the two had already walked to the door of the inn.
Wen Heng put away his umbrella, his back was completely soaked, and his clothes were attached to his body, outlining the graceful contours of his shoulders and waist. In comparison, Xue Qinglan was much better, except for a few water marks on the sleeves and corners of his robe, there was almost nothing else. been showered.
"Two rooms go to the room, send hot water as soon as possible." Xue Qinglan threw a piece of silver on the cabinet, and the little two diligently led the way, opened the two adjacent guest rooms for the two of them, and respectfully said: "Guest officer sit down, the kitchen is down. I have hot water ready, and I'll bring it to you. What else is there to order from the guest officer?"
Wen Heng shook his head to indicate that there was nothing wrong, Xue Qinglan glanced at him, turned to Xiao Er and said, "Go to the ready-to-wear shop on the west side of the street and ask them to prepare another robe according to the size of the guest officer just now, with a middle Clothes, boots and stockings are here. Move faster."
Xiao Er led the way, leaving only the two of them in the corridor. Xue Qinglan stood beside Wen Heng, but was speechless. The conversation in the rain just now seemed to have drained his loneliness in trying to open his heart, and the shame flooded up. Wen Heng looked down from a height, took a look at the hesitant look in his eyes, and took the lead in entering the door with consideration: "It's still early, go and rest for a while, and then I'll find you after I take a shower."
After a short while of hot water, Wen Heng undressed and took a bath, closing his eyes and resting in the warm water. Many thoughts ran through his mind one after another. Now Xue Qinglan has found it, and the most important thing has come to the ground. Next is the Chunjun faction and the Luming Escort Bureau. I don't know what Fan Yang has become in the past few years. After seeing the past, there are Chunjun sword entrusted by Gu Chuifang, and Feng Baoyi, the mortal enemy of Su Youfeng and their master and apprentice... It is imperative to go to the capital. Back then, it was too hasty to leave home, and many things were too late to study carefully. Now, I hope it is still too late.
I don't know how long it took, the door was knocked outside, Wen Heng thought it was the second child delivering clothes, and raised his voice and said "come in". When the footsteps approached, he heard footsteps and realized that something was wrong: "Qinglan? Why are you here?"
The upper room in this small town inn didn't even have a screen, only a blue gauze curtain was hung on the partition, barely covering the inner room. Wen Heng soaked in the wooden barrel with his back to the door. From where Xue Qinglan was standing, a small shoulder could be seen above the barrel rim through the hazy veil. The dark red scar started from the right shoulder, crossed the shoulder blade, and submerged in the water. Although it was an old injury, it still looked shocking on the fair skin.
Xue Qinglan put the burden in her hand on the table, turned her face away, and said, "I've brought you clothes, you don't need to get up, I'll leave after a few words."
With the veil blocking it, Wen Heng was not afraid of being seen by him, but he felt a little awkward in his heart: "What?"
Xue Qinglan said: "In the past few years, I have collected some news about Chunjun Sword, and I have also tried to check Nie Zhu. The whereabouts of the fake sword that was stolen four years ago are still unknown, and the real sword more than 30 years ago. There are still some eyebrows."
"Huh?" Wen Heng sat up straight, "You said."
"The Weeping Star Sect is located in Luwei Mountain in Muzhou. There is a large lake at the foot of the mountain called Xiji Lake. It is the secret place of the sect. It is heavily guarded and ordinary members are not allowed to enter. There is a vast underground palace at the bottom of the lake, which is said to be the birthplace of the martial arts of this sect. Are you familiar with this saying?" Xue Qinglan said, "I inquired about it again in the sect, and sure enough I heard that the Chuixing sect also has one. The famous ancestral sword is called 'Fengyue'. Although Sect Master Fang Wujiu does not use it, he cherishes it very much and has been hiding it in the underground palace. I only took the opportunity to go in and take a look last year. The sword is very special. It's similar, you can recognize it when you see it."
"This sword is cast in one piece. The material is not ordinary gold and iron. It is black with silver, and it is quite heavy. The sword is inscribed 'Fengyue' on the front, and there is an etching pattern on the back.
"Afterwards, I ordered people to search for similar swords everywhere, but the income was limited. I only heard from a thief who had already washed his hands with gold. I can see the appearance of this sword, which is roughly similar to Fengyue."
"In the palace..." Wen Heng murmured, "Is it in the palace again?"
Xue Qinglan got up and said, "That's all I know. That 'Nie Zhu' is really hard to find. After so many years, he might have already died."
Wen Heng suddenly asked indifferently, "Is it because of his surname Nie that you know so much about Nie Ying?"
Xue Qinglan froze for a moment, and the mouth seemed to say "no", but she didn't say anything, only said: "Anyway, as long as Gu Chuifang is looking for Chunjun Sword, it doesn't matter whether Nie Zhu is dead or alive."
Wen Heng was enlightened in his heart, sighed, and said, "Thank you. You've worked hard all these years."
Xue Qinglan said that this was not for taking credit with him, so she responded indifferently, hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't hold back, and asked, "What's the matter with the injury on your back...?"
Wen Heng turned his head and glanced behind his shoulders. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the stagnation between his brows, as if he was worried, and pretended to be relaxed: "When I first learned Qinggong, I didn't stumble very much, but I was hanged by a branch, and I have already recovered. "
What he said was light, but in fact he fell off the rock wall and fell into the pile of rubble, and was almost pierced by the stone. Fortunately, Su Youfeng went back in time and saved his life. But at that time, Wen Heng had just practiced "Lingxiao Zhenjing". He was affected by this wound while doing the exercises, and his right arm was almost crippled. He was unconscious for more than half a year.
"Well." Xue Qinglan didn't know whether to believe it or not, and said lightly, "There is nothing else. You wash slowly, I'll go first."
The door was gently closed, and he walked away, Wen Heng leaned back on the wall of the tub, and let out a slow breath.
He still took these four years too lightly.
Xue Qinglan could even anger the Chunjun faction for no reason, how could he easily give up looking for Wen Heng? Going a step further, didn't he suspect for a moment that Wen Heng broke his promise and left him? Looking for Chunjun Sword was a job done by Wen Heng, and it had nothing to do with him, so he didn't have to bother. However, over the years, he has been painstakingly searching for the whereabouts of Chunjun Sword. How much is to fulfill Wen Heng's wish
How many are hopeless hopes - I hope Wen Heng is also looking for Chunjun Sword. As long as he keeps looking for it, he will meet Wen Heng one day
The hot water gradually warmed in his silent musings. Wen Heng got up and pulled the towel to dry, then opened the gauze curtain to get a change of clothes. After he changed his clothes, he found that there was still a heavy bag in the cloth bag. When he opened it, there were more than ten gold ingots and about fifty taels of silver in it.
A small paper roll was mixed in the pile of silver, Wen Heng picked it out and flattened it out, with Xue Qinglan's handwriting on it: "Brother, don't give up on the cost of the carriage and horse. If you have something important, you can take a wine glass to the Anping pawnshop to find the shopkeeper Xie San. See you soon, brother."
Wen Heng, who has been holding a sword all the year round, with a hand as steady as Mount Tai, holding a light and innocent note, actually shook uncontrollably.
His face was as gloomy as a dark cloud, he threw down his baggage and walked out quickly, knocking on the next door several times, but no one answered. A heart sank more and more, Wen Heng lifted his leg and kicked the door open. The house was really clean, there was no belongings, only two windows were open to the wind.
The cool breeze fell into the house with the drizzle. Looking at the water marks on the ground, Xue Qinglan had been gone for a while.
Wen Heng was dazzled by his dependence on him. He didn't expect that this little boy would not only learn to drink, but also to sneak away when he wasn't prepared!
He had thought that he would be able to keep him by his side for at least a day or two, but now it seems that he underestimated Xue Qinglan's mind and overestimated his own weight.
Wen Heng stood silently in front of the window for a while, then turned around and went back to his room.
On the second day of the Sword Discussion Conference, neither Hufa Xue of the Weeping Star Sect nor Yue Chi, a disciple of Chunjun, who was born in the sky, did not show up. Wen Changqing said, "He's retreating at the moment, so it can be seen that he didn't come to make a name for himself. Maybe Yue Chi didn't plan to show up at first, but only to protect the reputation of his sect."
Meng Feixue also nodded and said, "Although he is not in his sect, he remembers his old kindness. He is a good boy who values love and righteousness."
Wen Changqing didn't know what to think, and smiled bitterly: "If he had been forced to stay back then, there would be no such thing as the latter. It's really good luck."
Just as he was talking, he saw that the battle on the stage was settled, and the eldest disciple of Zhaoyao Villa won. Longjing swordsmanship is quite accomplished, and he is a handsome gentleman like Zhilan and Yushu. At this moment, he has won the top spot. Who would disapprove of "Young Hero"? It's just that everyone is a little dissatisfied by nature. Yesterday, after seeing the swordsmanship of Xue Qinglan and Wen Heng, and then looking at the dragon realm, he felt almost meaningless.
Some people only think about such thoughts in their hearts, and some people prefer to talk eloquently and bring them out during their speeches, causing everyone in Zhaoyao Villa to be very suffocated. Longjing himself didn't think so, but some young disciples couldn't bear it, and immediately rushed out with swords in hand, looking for the theory of Chunjun faction.
The performance of the Chunjun faction the day before yesterday could be described as weak and deceitful. If Wen Heng hadn't rescued it, it would have been smashed in the first battle. Later, although the disciples detoxified their wounds and recovered their martial arts, they were at a loss. Stop at fourth and lose to Zhaoyao Villa. As a result, Zhaoyao Villa is clearly better than the Chunjun faction in every field, but in the eyes of others, it seems to be inferior to the Chunjun faction everywhere. How can this not make people angry
Not to mention that they had a little disagreement with that Yue Chi when they first went to the peak.
The relationship between the two factions turned out to be okay, but the rumors stabbed people in the lungs, and invisibly provoked the relationship between the two parties. Zhaoyao Villa has a very high self-esteem, and is unwilling to care about those idle people in the rivers and lakes, so as not to lower their status, and only chooses the Chunjun faction to express their anger.
Wen Changqing happened to be resting in the guest room when he suddenly heard a chaotic noise outside the door. He pricked up his ears, only to hear a few nonsense words such as "skills are not as good as people's tongues", "I've been beaten because of disobedience", and "people talk about thunder and lightning behind their backs", and he doesn't know what these people are crazy about.
He pushed open the door and went out, only to see a bunch of ostentatious disciples standing in the yard shouting and scolding, while the other Chunjun disciples were filled with righteous indignation and could not wait to roll up their sleeves and beat people up.
"What's going on here?"
Before he could open his mouth to ask questions, someone spoke before him. A young disciple in ochre-colored robes walked over from the other end of the veranda, with a gentle smile on his face, and politely said: "My distinguished guests, the time has come, and this faction has prepared delicious food and wine, please go to the Hall of Gathering Heroes for the banquet. ."
When Wen Changqing heard the voice, his heart moved and hesitantly said: "Li Zhi?"
The author has something to say: Capriciousness is a necessary professional quality for the guardian of the magic religion.
[Organize the plot, temporarily update three chapters this week, and five chapters next week]