To say it was a coincidence would be a bit too coincidental.
Wen Heng asked Liao Changxing suspiciously: "I remember that the lotus skeletons of the ancestors are enshrined in the main peak survival hall, why is the former leader buried alone in Linqiu Peak?"
Liao Changxing seems to be a dignified and solemn character, but he has a special advantage: he is familiar with various anecdotes and allusions of his own school, and he knows the history of the Chunjun School for two hundred years. It has been acquiesced that he is the future successor, and Lijintang has long since snatched him to become the head of the hall.
So Wen Heng really asked him, Liao Changxing thought back for a moment and replied, "Master Tai's spiritual seat is indeed enshrined in Survival Hall. The tomb in Beisonglin is a tomb of clothes and crowns. According to Master Tai's dying will, there are two phalanxes buried in it. and some old things from his old man's house."
Wen Heng quickly glanced at Gu Chuifang's face, and there was a sense of "as expected" in his heart, and asked for him, "Why are there two phalanges?"
Liao Changxing said, "I don't know much about this either. Grand Master only has four fingers on his right hand. One of them should belong to Grand Master, but I don't know who the other part belongs to."
The two of them talked, and Han Nanfu and the other elders also listened with their ears. It can be seen that people, regardless of age, are generally curious about these rumors and anecdotes.
Wen Heng guessed that he had scored eight/nine points in the test, and whispered, "Uncle Tai?"
Gu Chuifang stood with her head bowed, her white hair was slender, like an old withered tree, and her stylish and straight back seemed to be hunched down in these few short sentences. The lost time of the past roared like a tide, and instantly washed away the indifference and self-sufficiency built up in thirty years of prison life.
Yuan You, who had made him wait for half his life, turned out to be waiting outside the door. As long as he was willing to let go of his paranoia and break free from the cage formed by the painting, even if he took a step, the outcome might be different today.
But he was too cowardly.
Gu Chuifang raised his sleeves, revealing a pale and thin right hand - he didn't have to say a word, the nasty cut at the edge of his palm was the best proof.
Rao Shi Han Nanfu and others are all disciples of Zheng Lian. They have seen his severed finger and heard the story of "two phalanges", but now that he has seen the source of another phalanx, he can't help but gasp. A breath of fresh air.
"Uncle Shi, this... what the hell is going on here?"
Gu Chuifang's calm mood for many years has turned into a mess, he has no time to pay even the slightest attention to these Zheng Lian's apprentices, he just casts his dazed and confused gaze to the north, with a tone that he didn't even notice. Pleading and contrite, murmured, "Take me to... to meet him."
Han Nanfu originally prepared a belly of drafts, intending to persuade Wen Heng both hard and soft, and let him return to Chunjun's sect. Unexpectedly, Wen Heng quietly invited them an ancestor to come back. Being interrupted by Gu Chuifang like this, how could Han Nanfu still take care of Wen Heng, so he hurriedly agreed, "Uncle, please come with me."
It was hot summer, the mountains were already cool, the pine forests were all over the place, and the tomb of Zheng Lian was located, which made it even more desolate and desolate than other places. The group walked dozens of steps to the depths of the pine forest, and saw a solitary tomb standing between the two pine and cypress trees in the right hand. After decades of wind and rain, the surface of the tomb had grown a thin layer of grass.
In front of the grave stood a thin wooden tablet, the writing on it had long been blurred by wind and rain. Gu Chuifang's legs seemed to be nailed to the ground, and it was difficult to move a step, and she knelt down straight towards the tomb.
Trembling, he reached out and wiped off the floating soil on the stele. He carefully identified the ink marks that fell off, and barely made out the line.
Zheng Lian is the leader of the Chunjun faction. No junior dares to set up such an inscription for him. Han Nanfu is obviously afraid that Gu Chuifang will think too much, so he hurriedly explained in a low voice: "This is the master himself..."
Gu Chuifang interrupted: "I know."
He knew that when Zheng Lian wrote this inscription, it was like every time he got into trouble and asked his senior brother for protection. Although Zheng Lian scolded him, he always took the blame in front of his master and uncle, and took the lead in taking the blame. on oneself. Obviously he was the one who was saddened and let down, and Gu Chuifang was the unseemly scoundrel who ignored the friendship of his sect and put the sect into danger.
His senior brother was an upright and straight-forward gentleman. He worked hard for the Chunjun faction in his lifetime, but after his death he divided his remains into two parts, one part guarded Yueying Mountain, and the rest was selfish, which was given to him The only failure in my life.
The man has passed away, Yu Ze is still there, and the heroic spirit is not far away, still silently sheltering his uneasy little junior brother.
Gu Chuifang buried his head deeply, kowtowed to the ground, and a mournful cry overflowed from his throat, like a dry leaf, trembling almost to the point of curling up, in his mind over the past 30 years, he has imagined the picture of reunion thousands of times in his mind. , all turned into a bloody whimper in front of the grave.
"Senior brother..."
Wherever the long wind passes, the pines roar like a roar.
Everyone accompanies Gu Chuifang to kneel before the grave for a moment. In the end, Han Nanfu personally stepped forward to persuade him to take care of his condolences. He also discussed how to clean up Gu Chuifang's residence, restore his identity, and reopen Linqiufeng to welcome the new elder. It's just that Gu Chuifang has no intention of leaving here, let alone living elsewhere, and said to Han Nanfu indifferently, "I'm old and senile, and I can't bear this heavy responsibility. The head has a heart."
Now that the imperial court is on the side, Qin Ling, one of the elders, is seriously injured and closed. suitable candidates. Han Nanfu intends to keep Gu Chuifang, so he is very attentive and enthusiastic.
"Uncle Shi is an elder, so you don't need to pay attention to the general affairs, and you only care for your life on Linqiu Peak. When you have nothing to do, you can give a few words to the disciples in the sect. This is a great blessing of this sect. Wait for a piece of filial piety, and hope that the uncle will be fulfilled."
Gu Chuifang knelt in front of Zheng Lian's grave and patiently uprooted the tiny weeds one by one. Hearing this, he did not change his face, and pointed back at Wen Heng, saying, "Since the head said so, let this son Be this elder for me."
"How does this work!"
Everyone was astonished. Wen Heng is a disciple of Liao Changxing's generation. Gu Chuifang pointed it so casually that Wen Heng was going to be the same generation as Han Nanfu and his former master Qin Ling. Isn't this a messed up generation!
Wen Heng asked Gu Chuifang to come out, and only planned to return the Chunjun sword in front of everyone, to clarify the suspicion that the Chunjun sword was stolen four years ago, and by the way, add a debt of favor to the Chunjun faction, so that the head will look after him. On the surface, don't bother Yuquanfeng; who would have expected Gu Chuifang to sell him backhand. Wen Heng immediately thanked him politely: "Many thanks to Uncle Tai for his love, but this junior left the Chunjun faction four years ago, and he is no longer a disciple of the Chunjun faction, let alone being involved in the family affairs of the Chunjun faction."
Gu Chuifang didn't want to give Han Nanfu the right look, but raised his eyes and glanced at him, not paying much attention: "You left the Chunjun faction four years ago to find the Chunjun sword for me, and there is a reason for it, and now there is only a Chunjun disciple missing. If the name is re-recognized under my name, it is all right."
Wen Heng resolutely said: "Don't lie to your uncle, the younger generation has worshipped another person as a teacher in the past four years, and I really dare not do anything to betray the teacher's sect."
However, Gu Chuifang seemed to be determined and insisted: "You have my half-life skills, I will naturally be regarded as your other master, and I don't want you to turn your back on your original master, and only entrust you to take care of the Chunjun faction in the future, are you willing? "
Wen Heng raised his eyes and looked at Gu Chuifang, clearly seeing the decisive look in his eyes, a certain feeling of unease suddenly passed through his heart, and he lost his voice: "Uncle Tai..."
Gu Chuifang stared into his eyes, his eyes were terrifyingly bright, and persistently asked, "Are you agreeing?"
The heads of the sect master, the elders, and the accompanying disciples all fell on Wen Heng, and it was unclear how much was suspicious and jealous, and how much was curiosity. When the incident happened suddenly, Wen Heng had no one to discuss, so he subconsciously turned his head and glanced at Liao Changxing, only to see Liao Changxing nodding at him indistinctly.
This means to persuade him to agree.
Wen Heng let out a sigh of relief, lowered his head in Gu Chuifang's direction, and said, "Chunjun party is kind to the juniors, even if the Grand Master doesn't tell me, the juniors should maintain the prestige of the Chunjun faction."
Seeing him let go, Gu Chuifang's frosty expression also loosened, and she turned her head and said to Han Nanfu in a warm voice, "The sect established the position of Elder Lin Qiufeng to assist the head and protect the sect. The first-generation elder is my master. The master passed on the throne to me again. However, I have been away from the mountain for thirty years, and I have not achieved an inch of merit.
"Yue Chi obtained my life's skill and retrieved the Chunjun Sword for me. In my heart, it is no different from a man in a mantle, so I asked him to perform the responsibility of the elder Lin Qiufeng on my behalf. He has promised to take care of the Chunjun Sect for me. You You don't have to be bound by age or seniority, and Haosheng respects him as a thank you to this child."
No one has even heard of thanking them and losing the position of an elder. Although Han Nanfu was murmuring in his heart, Wen Heng's contribution to the Chunjun faction went far beyond the Chunjun sword. Now Gu Chuifang offered such generous conditions. If he doesn't agree and wants to win over Wen Heng later, is it possible that he can still make Wen Heng the elder of Yuquan Peak
He was a little moved in his heart, and hesitantly cast his eyes on the other elders.
The elders of Jixue, Minghe, and Liuxia are all disciples of Zheng Lian, and they have nothing to do with the uncle mentioned in the will of the master. Although the elders of Yujiefeng were not personally passed down, the fake sword was stolen during the ceremony of his taking over. Now that Wen Heng has retrieved the real sword, it seems to have untied a knot in his heart that has been hidden for many years, and he has no objection to this matter; Yuquanfeng is now in charge of Liao Changxing, and Wen Heng's superior will benefit him without harm. Don't expect him to be on your side.
Han Nanfu looked around like this, as if he was the only selfish villain. In that case, why should he be a villain in vain? Thinking of this, Han Nanfu bowed to Gu Chuifang and said, "Since it is the order of the uncle, the disciple should follow it. Soon after Linqiufeng reopens, I will ask junior brother Yuechi to take over as the elder of Linqiufeng."
Gu Chuifang nodded with satisfaction, stood up on his knees, brushed the dust on his robes, stretched out his hand and said to the others, "Come on the sword."
Han Nanfu hurriedly took off his saber and offered it with both hands, Gu Chuifang took the long sword and said, "I have nothing to teach you, only I have learned a set of 'undercurrent swordsmanship' with great concentration over the years, and I will demonstrate it to you today, you Let's take a closer look." After speaking, he raised his sword and started, and in the clearing in the forest, he dismantled this sword technique one by one, and demonstrated it from beginning to end.
Wen Heng has read the sword manual of "Canghai Sword Art" created by him when he was young, and he deeply felt that his swordsmanship is vast and unrestrained, like the ocean crossing the ocean, the wind blowing over the clouds, and the moves can not be called subtle and changeable, the rare thing is the swallowing The momentum of the sky; looking at this "undercurrent swordsmanship" now, it is a flashy, simple and simple swordsmanship, but the strokes are round and smooth, and the inner edge is sharp. A murderous intention emerges in the middle, and the changes are extremely subtle, far more difficult to deal with than the swordsmanship of the sea.
Gu Chuifang is a martial arts genius of the generation. This "undercurrent sword technique" can be said to be the work of his life's hard work. Not only Wen Heng was fascinated by it, but other elders also stood by and memorized. After a set of swordsmanship was finished, Gu Chuifang took his sword and stood still, glanced at the crowd, and asked a few elders, "How much do you remember?"
Several elders, like the disciples who had been tested for the school's homework, bowed their hands and replied respectfully, "Uncle Master's swordsmanship is excellent, and the disciple remembers about 80/90%."
Gu Chuifang was noncommittal, and asked Wen Heng again, "How about you? How much do you remember?"
Wen Heng said truthfully, "I only remember 40 to 50 percent."
Everyone looked sideways, and Han Nanfu's heart was suspended again. Could it be that he was wrong? Gu Chuifang chose Wen Heng not because of his high martial arts skills, but because Wen Heng was his illegitimate son
Liao Changxing coughed softly from behind, implying that he should not go too far.
Only Gu Chuifang did not change his face, and continued to ask, "How many of these swords can you crack?"
Wen Heng still maintained a humble attitude and said lightly: "All."