"Why?" Wen Heng asked.
Xue Qinglan lowered her eyes without looking at him, and whispered, "I'm going to Mingzhou."
"What to do?"
Xue Qinglan hesitated for a moment, then shook his head without answering.
Wen Heng's bottom line is that he doesn't want to say anything, but he must not lie. Seeing Xue Qinglan shaking his head, he didn't delve into the matter, and instead asked, "How long are you going to go? What should I do when I'm outside alone?"
"It takes about a month to go back and forth." Xue Qinglan grabbed his fingers and swayed back and forth, using the night to cover up, showing a little bit of reluctance: "If you are not there, you must not sleep well, so you have to bear it hard, but you have come here for so many years. Well, it's not too bad these days."
Wen Heng was about to laugh at him angrily, and he tickled his fingers in his palm, "You don't want anyone to accompany you, and you want to act like a spoiled child with me? Are you unreasonable?"
Xue Qinglan flipped her wrist, shook his index finger, and whispered, "It's unreasonable. How are you doing?"
He could easily become naive in front of Wen Heng. He knew that he had to do a hard job and couldn't escape, but he was reluctant, so he couldn't help but make trouble unreasonably. After earning enough comfort and persuasion, we have the courage to go on the road.
When Wen Heng saw his style, he remembered that he taught Xue Qinglan to learn the sword back then. Xue Qinglan was already quite self-disciplined and obedient at that time, but after all, at a young age, sometimes it was inevitable that he would be lazy and do not want to work hard, so he cheated on Wen Heng in a different way. He didn't make any excessive demands, he just had to let Wen Heng sit with him for a long time, tossing and sawing for a few rounds, and then talking nonsense, which exhausted Wen Heng's pity for him. Just accept the meeting, and obediently let you do whatever you want.
Wen Heng was a junior in the Chunjun faction and had never brought other juniors and juniors. He only devoted infinite patience to Xue Qinglan, so Xue Qinglan always acted coquettishly with him, but he was used to it. Except for Xue Qinglan, he will probably never give such pure thought and give so much tenderness to anyone else in his life.
"I should ask you about this, so if you don't want to go, you have to go." Wen Heng hooked his fingertips and pulled him over a little, and said softly, "You don't want to bring me, and you can't leave me, what do you want? Sample?"
Xue Qinglan sighed and didn't know where to think, and suddenly murmured: "If only I could stay here forever."
Wen Heng's heart softened for a moment, no matter what kind of emotion Xue Qinglan's words came from, the pure enthusiasm and deep nostalgia in them were enough to move people.
He held Xue Qinglan's hand in his palm and promised: "For the sake of this sentence, I'll let you out this time. After I go to the Chunjun faction, I'll stay in the yard next to the Luming Escort Bureau and wait for you. When you come back from Mingzhou, if you want to see me, go to Zhanchuan City to find me, and then talk about your future plans."
Xue Qinglan let out an "um", leaned over and lay on his knees, and asked in a sullen voice like a child, "I'll talk about the future, what about now?"
Wen Heng burst into laughter and pinched on the back of his neck: "If you were wronged, if you didn't know, I thought I was going to drive you away. If you have any requests from Young Master Xue, let me know. My name is Let Fan Yang get up and let us take a look at the details together, or we can do what we can."
Xue Qinglan pinched him in the palm of his hand, with little strength, like a cat scratching. The moonlight slanted into the pavilion, and it fell evenly on the top of his hair like a tulle. Wen Heng inadvertently lowered his head to look at him, but he saw that there was no smile in the corners of his eyes, but a faint loneliness. It seemed that he was really reluctant to leave. , The heart is melancholy and unspeakable, but the mouth refuses to speak too directly.
"Okay, okay." Wen Heng hugged him halfway and comforted him, "I won't tease you. Before the sun rises, take a nap to recharge your energy, and I'll give you a ride when you wake up tomorrow morning, like this OK?"
Xue Qinglan's eyes lit up, but she immediately realized that she should be more considerate of Wen Heng, and shook her head again: "Don't bother, Brother Heng."
"In front of me, you don't have to be so sensible." Wen Heng sighed softly, "Idiot, I'm willing to let you go like this?"
These words were more effective than any persuasion. Xue Qinglan immediately gave in, silently burying his head in Wen Heng's arms, and hugged him tightly.
It was not dawn the next day, and Fan Yang was still stunned and awake. He heard that Wen Heng was going to send Xue Qinglan to Nanduo for dozens of miles. "Young master, didn't you say 'it's not that far' the day before yesterday, what's the trouble with today?"
Wen Heng said: "As soon as he goes and asks for a return in January, he is reluctant to bear me. I will send him for a while, what's wrong?"
"What's the matter? It's a big thing! What's the difference between saying 'I like you'?" Fan Yang was really worried for him, and persuaded bitterly, "My son, even if you If you are interested in Young Master Xue, it's not such a way to hurt people, it's too spoiled, aren't you afraid of spoiling him?"
Wen Heng glanced at him up and down, and laughed in the morning breeze: "You haven't gotten married yet, so when you talk about your experience, you're right. But in my opinion, if you're always so worried, and you haven't done a few things, worry about it first. If others can't afford it, I'm afraid it will be difficult to find a satisfactory marriage for a while."
Fan Yang: "..."
Wen Heng smiled and walked away, went over to untangle the reins and turned on his horse, his legs tucked into the horse's belly, and said loudly, "Let's go, drive!"
Xue Qinglan glanced at Fan Yang in confusion. Although he didn't understand him, he still followed Wen Heng on his horse.
Seeing the two speeding away, Fan Yang knew that Wen Heng was determined to go his own way to the end, let alone a few words, even eight cows couldn't pull him back.
He had no choice but to take the horse and gallop southwards after the two of them.
Wen Heng walked more than ten miles and sent Xue Qinglan to the first town intersection along the way. The three stopped their horses, and Fan Yang took the initiative to back away and waited from a distance. He thought that the two would say goodbye for a long time, but he didn't expect that in just a few words, Xue Qinglan took the lead in riding the horse away, while Wen Heng turned the horse's head and returned to the original road.
Fan Yang was stunned: "It's been sent so far, why don't you say a few words and let Young Master Xue go like this?"
Wen Heng was more decisive than he imagined, saying: "Self-interest is self-interest, and we can't delay business."
Fan Yang had always been worried about "demon concubine ruining the country". At this time, Wen Heng understood it clearly, felt a little relieved in his heart, and agreed: "Exactly. Although the son attaches great importance to friendship and righteousness, he should not take his children's private affairs into consideration. Heavy."
Wen Heng didn't answer him and said, "Let's go, it's time for us to go back."
The two were on their way back on their horses. When they passed through the capital, they saw that the city gates were closed, and the interrogation was very strict. They thought that the incident last night alarmed the emperor, so today a large number of troops and horses were dispatched from the palace to conduct extensive searches in the city.
When Wen Heng fled from Baoan Temple in a hurry, this was the same road he took. At that time, it was in the depths of winter. Even though more than a dozen guards were willing to die for him, they still felt uneasy; Under the eyes of the officers and soldiers, riding a horse alone, it was as easy as a daily meal, and the nightmare that haunted him every night seemed to be like the flying dust, forever left behind by the hurried horse's hooves.
They were not busy on the way back, and the two stayed in the inn every day. Fan Yang gave him a detailed account of the changes in the rivers and lakes in the past four years. After walking like this for about half a month, they finally arrived at the Luming Escort Bureau in Zhanchuan City. Wen Heng settled in the small courtyard next door, rested for a day, met with old acquaintances of the security bureau, and listened to Fan Yang's calculation for him for a long time. After clarifying the matter at the bottom of the mountain, and hearing that the captured Chunjun disciple had returned to the mountain, Wen Heng immediately put away the Chunjun sword, explained the place to Fan Yang, and set off for Yueying Mountain.
Wen Heng is no longer a disciple of Chunjun, and if he wants to go up the mountain to visit, he has to pass the message at the mountain gate and others in a proper manner. It didn't take long, but he heard footsteps from far to near. Although he tried his best to be calm, he was still a little hurried. Wen Heng looked up and saw a handsome young man in white robe walking down the stone steps quickly. He saw him. Shi Wei was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't dare to recognize it, but he was a little surprised, and asked in a half-raised voice, "Junior Brother Yue?"
Wen Heng stood under the stone steps, raised his head to meet his eyes, and suddenly smiled a little, and said, "I haven't seen you for many years, brother, is everything okay?"
Liao Changxing slowly let out the breath hanging in his chest, and laughed too. He walked down the last steps in two steps in three steps, reached out to him, and the two of them shook hands tightly.
The brothers and sisters have been in a relationship for several years, but it seems like they are seeing each other again in another lifetime.
Liao Changxing picked him up from the mountain gate, walked side by side with him to Yuquan Peak, and when he accidentally saw the shoulders of the two of them were almost equal, he couldn't help but sighed: "I remember when you left, you were a little shorter than Changqing, but now It finally grows, and it looks a little taller than me."
Wen Heng said without modesty: "I can really grow taller by practicing internal skills. I was delayed before, otherwise I should have been half a head taller than the fourth senior brother."
Liao Changxing shook his head with a smile, and said, "I heard that you have achieved great success. If you fight with Changqing in the future, you must remember to be merciful."
When Wen Heng was still in the Chunjun faction, he took care of Liao Changxing and had the best friendship with him. The second senior brother was calm and decent, and he handled everything comprehensively. Wen Heng's trust in him was second only to Xue Qinglan and Fan Yang, otherwise he would not have completely entrusted the whole plan to him when he was in Xingcheng. Although they hadn't met before, they had already passed their breath through letters. At this time, when they met again, there was no other estrangement except for a little face, and it seemed that they were still the same as when they got along with each other.
The two chatted all the way, and walked for half a day before reaching Yuquan Peak. Liao Changxing led him to the front of the guest house, opened the door for him, and said, "I received Chuan Shu the day before yesterday, and I thought you would come back with Chang Qing and the others. The guest house is ready-made, you sit down for a while, and I will send a message to the main peak."
Wen Heng entered the courtyard familiarly, and sat down in the main hall. A young disciple brought fresh tea. While adding water, he kept peeking at him. Obviously, he didn't know his identity and was very curious about him.
After a while, Liao Changxing returned, sat down at the tea table, and said, "The matter is very important, and you will need to meet the head in person in a moment to explain the situation of the day in detail."
Wen Heng poured him a cup of tea, nodded and said, "It's natural. How are the fourth senior brothers? How about the master and the other senior brothers? I have come all the way, except for the boy who brought me the tea just now. Do the other disciples dare not be at home?"
Liao Changxing smiled bitterly and said, "Since you left, everything has been complicated. Master has been in seclusion for several years, and both the senior and third junior brothers are not lightly injured. Now that we have added another Changqing, three of our five direct disciples on the peak have fallen. There is only one entry-level disciple, whom I picked up on behalf of Master, and I also teach him on weekdays, so far I haven't seen Master's face."
Needless to say, Wen Heng had already understood the unfinished meaning of his words - after Qin Ling was injured, Yu Quanfeng lost his backbone, and he reluctantly relied on Liao Changxing to take the lead, and even recruiting a new disciple became difficult.
If things go on like this, Yuquan Peak's bloodline will sooner or later wither, and maybe within two years, they will be swept out of the house to make room for the new elders.