In the first five years, when Zheng Lian decided to let him out, the Yueying Mountain Palace could no longer contain Gu Chuifang, but he always kept himself in the underground palace as a punishment, not only to atone for his sins, but also to prevent Nie Zhu from making a comeback. After Zheng Lian's death, no one cared about Lin Qiufeng. Gu Chuifang couldn't even eat, so he could only go out occasionally to pick some wild fruit in the forest, but even so, he still didn't leave the underground palace, as if he wanted to repay all his years to him. Zheng Lian.
He lost the Chunjun Sword, so he would replace the Chunjun Sword to defend Yueying Mountain.
Gu Chuifang said: "After the senior brother left, I waited for many years. You were the first person to come to me, so I asked you to find Chunjun Sword."
Wen Heng nodded. After listening to this old story, he didn't sigh in particular, but felt that their brothers and sisters were really terrifying. There are clearly countless ways to get around each other. After wasting a lifetime, finally the yin and yang are separated.
He couldn't help but said: "Tai Shishu, the head is willing to let you go out, doesn't this already forgive you? After all, there are decades of affection between your brothers and sisters, and it's too late to apologize and make up after you go out. Why do you insist on apologizing to the headmaster?"
He seemed to ask a heart-wrenching question, Gu Chuifang was silent for a long time, so long that Wen Heng thought he was unwilling to answer, Fang heard him mutter: "My brother and I... When I was young, every time I made a mistake and made him angry, I hooked up with him. It means making a covenant, promising to never do it again... He forgives me every time."
But only that time, he accidentally injured Zheng Lian and cut off the opponent's little finger.
He can no longer act like he used to, when he made a mistake, he would betray him. As long as he hooked his brother's finger and waved it and said a few soft words, the other party would smile generously and tolerate all his faults.
That sword cut off more than just his fingers, but also ruined all Zheng Lian's expectations for him - he is not worthy of being Zheng Lian's junior and junior, nor is he worthy of being an elder who guards the Chunjun faction with the head.
Wen Heng sighed lowly, knowing that he should stop here. Those entangled entanglements buried in the years, he, an outsider, does not need to delve into it, it is enough for the two people who are in it to understand.
"only-"
Gu Chuifang said, "What?"
Wen Heng looked at his old face, his dry hands hidden under the wide cuffs. It is said that the fingers are connected to the heart. It is difficult for him to imagine how remorse a person would have to bite off one of his own fingers.
He tried his best to be euphemistic: "Uncle Tai, the dumb servant who delivered the meal, why didn't he tell you the news of the death of the head?"
Gu Chuifang glanced at him coldly and said, "Why are you asking this?"
Wen Heng said: "Disciple doesn't mean to offend, just thinking, since this dumb servant was ordered by the sect master to deliver food to you, then after the sect master passed away, the dumb servant knew that you always wanted to see the sect master, and when such a thing happened, he How many will you say something, or make some unusual actions, but you just said that he suddenly missed the appointment without warning, is this a bit unreasonable?"
Gu Chuifang's face was calm, and he said lightly, "I am a sinner, and I don't need to explain."
The gray hair dripped down from the temples, and he was so emaciated that he was almost like a zombie crawling out of a coffin. Years have passed, but the bloody past and pain are always unforgettable and vivid, even the slightest touch will make him tremble and fear.
After all, Wen Heng didn't directly say his guess.
After Zheng Lian's death, the dumb servant no longer appeared, and no one in the Chunjun faction knew that there was still a Gu Chuifang in the underground palace. It was said that Zheng Lian hated Gu Chuifang so much that it was okay to deliberately leave him in the underground palace to wait for his death, but he clearly agreed to release Gu Chuifang long ago, and he would have to let him go before he died.
Twenty years are so long, is there a possibility that the dumb servant who delivers meals to Gu Chuifang every day may be Zheng Lian himself
A broken mirror is difficult to round, and the cracks are always there. This may be the reason why he does not want to see Gu Chuifang, but after all, he is the junior and junior brother who grew up with him. If the other half is removed, the mirror will always only be half-circle, and it will never be seen again. Those two high-spirited teenagers back then.
Gu Chuifang is a smart person, and he won't understand Wen Heng's hints, but no matter how clearly he understands it, he wouldn't dare to have such delusions.
"You took back the Chunjun sword, and the old account between you and me has since been written off." Gu Chuifang stood up holding the Chunjun sword, turned her back to him, and said indifferently, "Just leave."
Wen Heng said, "This junior has an unkind request."
Gu Chuifang turned his head and glanced at him, as if he had become sullen at this ignorant junior: "What?"
Linqiufeng Tibetan sword pavilion.
The head Han Nanfu considered himself to be lenient and never embarrassed his disciples, but at this time he was standing here with the four elders waiting for a junior, but the other party was late, which really annoyed him. Even if Wen Heng had a great kindness from Chunjun Sect, he was a little too naive.
He angrily asked Liao Changxing, "Where's Yue Chiren? If he doesn't want to come, he will be told to roll down the Yueying Mountain. The Chunjun faction has cultivated him. He is so pretentious, does he take these elders seriously? inside?!"
Liao Changxing didn't want to take Wen Heng over and beat him, only a faint wry smile on his face, accusing him: "Master, forgive me, Junior Brother Yue may have been stumped on his feet, he was not an arrogant arrogant in return. apprentice, otherwise I would not have entrusted me to turn around for him, and please wait a little longer."
Han Nanfu snorted heavily, the elder of Jixuefeng Zheng Yi and the elder of Minghefeng Meng Feixue have always been friends with Yuquanfeng, and Wen Heng's kindness was accepted at the Sword Discourse Conference, so he was more forgiving, saying: "It's okay, Yue Chi was in jail for our disciple and suffered serious injuries, and now we are just waiting for a moment and a half, where is it worth talking about? The head will definitely not blame him for this."
Just as he was talking, he heard footsteps coming from outside the hall. Liao Changxing looked back, and immediately heaved a sigh of relief. Wen Heng was accompanied by a white-haired old man in tattered clothes, and the two were walking towards the Tibetan sword pavilion.
The old man was tall, his complexion was extremely white, his face was unfamiliar, but he was quite dignified in his gestures. He carried a black long sword that looked like gold and iron. After passing the people in the Tibetan Sword Pavilion, he asked directly, "Who is the head?"
Han Nanfu was suddenly called by name. He didn't know where Wen Heng had found an ancestor. He appeared in surprise and gave him a bow: "I am Han Nanfu, who lives in the head of the Chunjun faction. I don't know what the seniors have to say."
Gu Chuifang raised his hand and threw the Chunjun sword at Han Nanfu: "Keep it, don't lose it again."
Han Nanfu almost cut his palm by the heavy sword. Before he could get angry, he saw the inscription on the sword and said, "Pure Jun sword?!"
The four elders rushed up and surrounded the head: "Is it really a pure Jun sword?"
Han Nanfu was dazed by the surprise that fell from the sky, and asked in disbelief: "The Chunjun Sword was stolen four years ago, and the disciples of this sect have searched for it in many ways, but there is no clue so far, where did the old senior come from? "
Gu Chuifang turned slightly and let Wen Heng out: "He found it, don't thank me."
Meng Feixue and Zheng Yi both turned around, showing good manners and nodding at him very politely: "Yue Shaoxia, stay safe."
Wen Heng hung up on everyone for a long time, but at this time no one dared to pursue him. He calmly saluted everyone: "I have seen the head, I have seen the elders."
Liao Changxing stood beside him and asked in a low voice, "Why is it delayed for so long, what kind of trouble is this?"
Gu Chuifang was placed there, and his willingness to show up to return the sword had already given Wen Heng a lot of face, and he would never spend more time explaining the ins and outs. Seeing that everyone was staring at Gu Chuifang, Wen Heng had to stand up and explain: "I want to teach you all to know that the real Chunjun sword was stolen about thirty-five years ago, and the Chunjun sword treasured in the Tibetan Sword Pavilion has been kept forever since then. They are all imitations cast by the former head of the sect. That one was lost four years ago and is still missing, but the one in the hands of the sect master is a real sword stolen from the palace by the younger generation at the request of his uncle. , and now it happens to be completely returned to Zhao."
When the Chunjun Sword was stolen back then, everyone present either didn't remember anything or didn't get started, and no one knew that the treasure of the town school was actually a fake sword. Wen Heng's remarks are almost equivalent to directly giving their Chunjun faction a treasure of the town. It took Han Nanfu a long time to ask the most important question: "How do you know this sword is real?"
The real sword is related to Xuanyuan sword, Fengyue sword, and Buxu Palace, and the black gold material is the best proof, but it is not good to say this directly to the head of Han, Wen Heng glanced at Gu Chuifang, and politely He replied: "This sword was personally inspected by Uncle Taishi, and it should not be faked if you think about it."
All eyes were directed towards Gu Chuifang, who was standing with his hands behind his back. Han Nanfu made a puzzled voice: "'Tai Shishu'?"
Wen Heng said succinctly and powerfully: "This is the 'Canghai Xuanjian' Uncle Gu Taishi."
In order to keep the secret of the underground palace, Zheng Lian deliberately erased the big mistake Gu Chuifang made in the past, but Gu Chuifang's origin and inheritance are clearly recorded in the pedigree of the Chunjun School, as long as his name is bright, no one will know him. identity.
Han Nanfu's complexion changed a bit. Except for Yujiefeng elder Cui Jin, who was simply shocked, the other three elders all had expressions of disbelief and reality.
Wen Heng had compiled a set of origins for Gu Chuifang, and he was waiting for them to continue to question, but he saw that Han Nanfu and the three elders suddenly fell down and bowed together, respectfully bowed, and said in unison, "I welcome my uncle back to the mountain. !"
Wen Heng and Liao Changxing hurriedly moved away, and Gu Chuifang was startled this time. His stagnant expression finally became slightly turbulent, and he asked in a low voice, "What is this for?"
Han Nanfu lowered his head and replied: "Before the death of the master, he left a will, and when Uncle Gu travels back to the mountains, the disciples should reopen Linqiu Peak and take Uncle Master as the elder."
Wen Heng stood close and saw that Gu Chuifang's pale lips trembled slightly, as if he was afraid to speak, and asked in an unprecedentedly cautious and hoarse voice, "Your master... is it Zheng Lian?"
Han Nanfu said bluntly: "Exactly."
These two words are no less than a thunderbolt from the blue sky. Gu Chuifang closed his eyes tightly, only to feel a real pain coming from the broken finger of his right hand, as if a quenched steel knife was running along the bloodline. A knife slashed every inch of his flesh and blood.
Seeing this, Wen Heng couldn't help but sigh heavily in his heart.
He turned to Liao Changxing, did not deliberately suppress his voice, and asked, "Senior brother, do you know where the former head of the sect is buried? Tai Shishu and the former head are brothers of the same sect and have a deep friendship. He has traveled abroad for many years. Now that I have finally returned to Yueying Mountain, I think it is necessary to go to worship in person."
Liao Changxing's expression suddenly became very strange, Wen Heng raised his eyebrows, and thought there was a reason for it, he heard Liao Changxing say: "There is a pine forest a hundred steps north after leaving the Tibetan sword pavilion. land."
Not only Wen Heng, but Gu Chuifang, who was in a trance, was stunned when he heard this.
Judging from the topography of Linqiu Peak, Zheng Lian's tomb seems to be built right on top of Yueying Mountain Palace.
The author has something to say: I've been busy recently, and I find it difficult to update four chapters a week... I'm sorry I need to change the copywriting, and I'll guarantee three chapters a week in the future.
Xiao Xue, who is on a business trip next week, should be able to come back.