"All right."
In the stunned silence of the room, Wen Heng stretched out his hand and closed Xue Qinglan's hand holding the knife, pulled him away gently, and casually made a round of speech: "For the time being, the battle of tongues is slow, the business is important, the adults should do it earlier. If you decide, you will be able to regain your freedom earlier."
His back-guarding action was extremely natural, showing a kind of closeness that was decidedly different from others. Xue Qinglan even listened to his words. If he said he was crazy, he would be crazy, and if he said he would accept it, he was brought back by Wen Heng without any struggle.
The Nine Masters began to wonder if they had been deceived.
He glanced at the three of them in a complicated mood, and met Fan Yang's eyes. There was a trace of pity in his eyes. He felt chills all over his body, and he thought that none of the three people was a fuel-efficient lamp.
As the saying goes, the strong is more the strong, and the wicked have their own grind. He humiliated those famous and righteous people in the Prison of the Moon that day, and today he really suffered retribution.
"I know where Chunjun Sword is, and I can take you there too." The Nine Masters sighed and said in relief, "But I have to protect myself. Today's affairs must not be revealed."
This person is actually a bit strange. As one of the nine great masters in the world, he is top-notch in kung fu, wit, and cleverness. He should have been a very difficult enemy, but Wen Heng had dealt with him twice, and every time he came to a critical moment, he always There was a subtle feeling of being let go by him. It's like a smart and stubborn student, who clearly has the power to win, but is not willing to pay attention, making it difficult for people to understand whether he is purely passive and slack, or has other calculations in his heart.
Wen Heng nodded in agreement and said, "This is natural."
He unlocked the remaining acupuncture points for the nine masters, so that he could barely stand and walk. The four passed through the inner book hall and walked around the intricate paths to a small and exquisite courtyard. This main hall is called Yongcuizhai, which was originally the place where the emperor studied when he was a child. A few people entered through the main entrance, Wen Heng lit the fire, and saw a huge map of mountains and seas hanging on the wall of the hall. The treasure shelves on both sides were filled with various antique toys, and in the middle was a wide and long case. , displaying two unsheathed long swords.
Wen Heng gave a suspicious "um": "Why are there two swords?"
He took a closer look and saw that the sword fruit, as Xue Qinglan had said before, was made of metal with no discernible material. The blade edge reflected a streamer like a golden thread under the firelight, and the sword ridge was engraved with textured twists and turns. pattern. One of the inscriptions is "Pure Jun", and the inscription on the other is somewhat unrecognizable. It seems to be the word "Xuanyuan".
Wen Heng picked up the Chunjun Sword, but felt that it was heavy. He used to use an iron sword, and the epee was not easy to use, so he wrapped it in a cloth and carried it on his back. Said: "You have studied Lingxiao Zhenjing, and you have the Wujin token, but you don't know the origin and use of the Chunjun Sword, or even know that it has similar swords. Are you a disciple of Buxu Palace?"
When Chunjun sword was in hand, Wen Heng had a problem in his mind and answered truthfully: "The master is indeed the door of Kunlun Buxu Palace, but to retrieve this sword is for the return of things to the original owner, not the meaning of Buxu Palace."
"Chunjun faction?" The nine masters froze for a moment before realizing who the "original owner" was: "This sword has been hidden in the palace for 30 years, and even the head of the Chunjun faction may not know that the treasure of his own town is fake. Who told you?"
"The former elder of the Chunjun faction, the 'Canghai Hanging Sword' Gu Chuifang, Gu Taiji." Wen Heng asked him back, "You said that the Chunjun sword was in the palace 30 years ago, the one who stole the sword from the Chunjun faction" Who is Nie Zhu'? Is he an undercover agent from the palace? Who is the person behind him?"
Jiu Da Ren said: "I was just born thirty years ago, how do I know? But you, since you were entrusted by Gu Chuifang, you must already know the ins and outs of the Chunjun Sect's underground palace?"
Jian Wenheng nodded, and the nine masters sneered abruptly, not without a mockery: "No wonder I don't know after asking three questions, it turns out that he didn't tell you the truth at all."
Xue Qinglan and Fan Yang, who were standing beside them, were stunned when they heard the words, but Wen Heng said calmly, "That's right. But how do you know that he deliberately concealed it, instead of being as ignorant as me?"
"If he really had an innocent mind, he wouldn't have waited thirty years for someone to retrieve Chunjun Sword." Master Jiu seemed to be tired, half-closed his eyelids, leaning against the door lazily and said , "Forget it, you don't understand if you talk too much. It's getting late, since you have the sword, hurry up and leave."
Wen Heng suddenly took a step forward, his voice was deep in the dark night, like being sent by the wind from old things: "I still have a question—"
"Back then... why did King Qing die? Who killed him?"
The nine masters took a step back into the shadows that were not illuminated by the fire, with a gloomy expression on their faces: "Why are you asking this?"
Wen Heng did not explain or give in, only said, "I want to know."
"He committed a serious crime of deceiving the king." The nine masters raised their fingers and pointed to the door. "Under the osmanthus tree in front of the court, according to the emperor's holy order, the five inner guards worked together to restrain him."
"Just use the 'Xuanyuan' beside you to pierce your heart with a sword."
Before he finished speaking, a gust of wind swept past his eyes, and the Nine Masters jumped up with force and rushed towards the Duobao Frame, which was a step away from him. It came down so suddenly, Xue Qinglan and Fan Yang's attention was on the osmanthus tree in front of the court, but they were caught off guard, and no one watched him. The heavy wooden shelf was hit like this, and suddenly fell to the other side. The whole shelf of rare toys "Ding Ding Boom" fell to pieces, and even the table and chair screens next to it were affected. In the blink of an eye, half of the hall seemed to collapse. Messy everywhere.
This movement was enough to wake up all the nearby Imperial Guards three times. Before it was too late to care whether Master Nine was dead or alive, Xue Qinglan rushed over to grab Wen Heng's hand and staggered Wen Heng who was still in shock: "Let's go!"
In the blink of an eye, a bright flash of torches lit up outside. Voices, footsteps, swords colliding, and armor rubbing together formed a torrent-like noise, quickly approaching Yongcuizhai. The three of them flew over the eaves, walked over the wall and jumped onto the roof, running non-stop along the way they came to the outside of the palace. However, this time was not as easy as when they came. The imperial guards in the palace moved their whole bodies. He was soon discovered by the guards and shouted: "The thief is fleeing west, hurry up!"
For a while, arrows flew like rain, Xue Qinglan dragged Wen Heng, who was in a state of dismay. The closer the palace gate was, the more guards there were. Seeing that it was not far from the palace wall, the chasing soldiers behind him rushed up. Feather arrows flew past the top of his head. Xue Qinglan took Wen Heng and jumped down from the roof. Fan Yang fell behind. Suddenly he shouted, "Be careful!"
The three bolted crossbows aimed at Wen Heng and shot out in their hearts. Just as the two of them were in mid-air, the soles of their feet had nowhere to focus, and the arrows were coming so fast that they had nowhere to hide. Xue Qinglan listened to the sound to identify the position, and reacted very quickly. She violently pulled Wen Heng next to him, and the two changed their minds. They were fighting to protect him even if they were injured.
Fan Yang gasped in astonishment from behind, but Xue Qinglan's heart was filled with unprecedented clarity. He heard the shrieks of the breaking wind approaching, and he was about to bite his teeth, when a gentle force suddenly came from his waist.
Wen Heng finally woke up and took him back and drew his sword. The black cloth slipped, and the blade of the Chunjun Sword was plated with gold in the moonlight. Only three crisp sounds of "ding ding ding" were heard. The tip of the arrow hit the body of the sword and was bounced off by Wen Heng Yunjin and flew in reverse Go out and drive deeply into the wooden pillars in front of the temple.
The pursuers told him to frighten the offensive for a while, and the two landed on a slightly lower roof. Fan Yang rushed to the front and led the way. Xue Qinglan was in the middle, Wen Heng shook off his long sword and blocked the rain of arrows. The three of them took a breath. He rushed out of the palace and didn't stop in the city. He found out the city overnight and found the three horses that Fan Yang had prepared outside the city early today.
The hustle and bustle of the city was left behind by them, the wilderness outside the city was dark and quiet, the stars and moon were bright, the bright river was in the sky, and the night wind blew through the corners of the face and clothes. To stop for a while and take a breath.
Xue Qinglan breathed a sigh of relief, unbuttoned the face towel, and looked a little stunned: "Brother Heng?"
Wen Heng held a sword with one hand and said lightly, "It's okay."
Under the hazy moonlight, even if he didn't cover his face, his expression was indistinct, only the corners of his lips were tight, revealing a restrained indifference.
Xue Qinglan didn't know whether Wen Heng was troubled by the words of the first nine adults before he left, or was he annoyed by his actions in the precarious situation. In short, he was in a bad mood now, and maybe he needed to be quiet, so he consciously retreated halfway. He stepped forward and said in a low voice, "It's fine, I—"
Before he finished speaking, Wen Heng suddenly raised his hand and hugged him back, leaning slightly closer to his ear.
Fan Yang immediately turned his head and looked away.
"I'm not good, just now I'm almost tired of you risking yourself." Wen Heng hugged him, his slender fingers fell on the back of his neck, and the warmth enveloped Xue Qinglan's body like a shadow, making his heart soften into a ball of fluff, "Don't do this again in the future. Come on, little madman."
It's not that Xue Qinglan has never been scolded as a lunatic, he's used to it, but this is the first time someone adds the word "small" in front of it. There's a touch of intimacy that makes one's heart curl up.
His madness tonight has not yet subsided, his chin rested on Wen Heng's shoulder, and he smiled frivolously: "It's not the first time I've gone mad, are you still used to it?"
Wen Heng sighed: "Not yet, when I get used to it, I will catch you and beat you up sooner or later."
Xue Qinglan's smile froze, and she asked dryly, "How cruel?"
"Why are you asking that? Are you still holding back and didn't tell me?" Wen Heng said, "Is it hard enough to beat you so that you can't get out of bed for three days?"
Xue Qinglan: "..."
Fan Yang cleared his throat loudly, interrupting the whispering between the two, and turned his back to the sky and said, "Young Master, Hufa Xue, there are a lot of mosquitoes outside, should we find a place to stay in case the officers and soldiers are tomorrow? Chase?"
His grievance was too obvious, the two smiled at each other, Wen Heng let go of his hand, and said to Fan Yang, "That's right, then let's go."
In the dead of night, it is not easy for them to go to the village to stay overnight. Fortunately, there is a long farewell pavilion more than ten miles away in the suburbs of Beijing, which can temporarily stop. Fan Yang was anxious for a whole night, and now it was finally over. He sat on the ground without paying attention to it, and soon fell asleep leaning against a pillar. But Xue Qinglan couldn't sleep, she stared at the stars with her eyes open for a while, and suddenly turned her head with a feeling, and met Wen Heng's quiet gaze.
"What's wrong?" Wen Heng's voice was low and soft, "I have to travel tomorrow, so sleep for a while."
Xue Qinglan shook her head slightly, touched his hand and held it. After a while, she finally made up her mind and said slowly, "Brother Heng, I can't go with you."