How arrogant these words are. Wen Heng's image of Wen Heng, Wen Liang, respectful and thrifty collapsed in an instant, but Gu Chuifang seemed to have heard something extraordinary, laughed up to the sky, and said "yes" three times in a row.
He threw the long sword back to Han Nanfu. Seeing that everyone was still puzzled, he sighed softly and said, "What is the purpose of practicing swords? Swords are used to kill people, not to make things look good."
Everyone was immediately awe-inspiring and said in unison, "This disciple is taught."
"I've been practicing swords for so many years, but I'm not as good as a young man." Gu Chuifang pressed his heart with one hand, a trace of blood appeared on his face abnormally, he said to Wen Heng: "I've been selfish all my life, and I'll be a drag on it again. Once you come back, the Chunjun faction is my brother's hard work, I can't keep it for him, I have to entrust it to you. You may not like the identity of the elder Lin Qiufeng, but other than that, I have nothing to repay you. already."
Wen Heng said in a low voice, "Uncle Taishi's kindness in passing on his skills will not be forgotten by the younger generation until he dies."
Gu Chuifang smiled and seemed to be out of strength. He slowly slid down against the pine tree beside Zheng Lian's tomb, suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Is the boy who was with you that year still treats you the same as before?"
Wen Heng was surprised that he suddenly mentioned Xue Qinglan, so he nodded.
Gu Chuifang tilted his head and coughed twice, the front of his clothes was dyed red by the sudden gushing out of blood, but his face turned gray in an instant, and Han Nanfu cried out: "Uncle Shi!"
Gu Chuifang wiped a hand on his sleeve at will, waved his hand to signal everyone not to panic, and still said to Wen Heng: "The cold and evil in his internal organs are not a sign of longevity. If you are willing, cough... You can take him to Kuangxue Lake. Seeking a doctor…”
Wen Heng spent most of the day on Yueying Mountain, and after listening to so many stories, it was not as shocking as Gu Chuifang's words. He suddenly gathered his spirit and asked anxiously, "Do you know what his symptoms are?"
However, Gu Chuifang shook his head, the blood in the seven orifices was bubbling, and the voice was difficult to continue, and he was already speechless. The strength of his whole body was only enough for him to stretch out his right hand with only four fingers and hold Zheng Lian's tombstone tightly.
When he demonstrated the swordsmanship, he broke his heart on his own. At this time, he was incapable of returning to the sky. Obviously, he had already made up his mind to follow Zheng Lian.
The elders were accustomed to life and death, and they knew it in their hearts.
Gu Chuifang's breathing was like a candle in the wind, gradually weakening, and the blurred and blurred vision slowly moved up, passing the disciples all over the ground, floating above the pine forest, and seeing the jewel-like blue sky through the gaps in the branches.
At this moment, he seemed to have suddenly fallen into a beautiful dream that would never wake up, and it seemed that he had just woken up from a long nightmare.
In a trance, he seemed to have become the little boy who had just gotten into trouble again. He was dressed in neat green and white clothes and held the sword in both hands. He was punished by the master to kneel in front of the Haichuan Hall. His knees were cold and cold. It hurts, the whole person is swaying in the same place, shaky, and when he is about to kneel and fall forward, someone suddenly walks quickly behind him and pulls him back by the collar.
He leaned back and sat down in front of the person's calf.
He raised his head and looked up along the snow-white hem, and saw a clear and familiar face of a young man.
Zheng Lian looked down at him, his face tense, and his voice was cold: "Kneel well."
These two words rang in his ears, like the sound of a Buddha's decree, and the tears burst down uncontrollably before he realized it, and the tears flowed down his face in an instant.
Zheng Lian made him startle, his face immediately became unbearable, he bowed slightly, but did not dare to hug him, hesitantly put his hand on his back: "What's the matter... Who has wronged you? "
As if he didn't hear it, he only used all his strength to hug this living brother tightly, like a child who had gone through all kinds of difficulties and suffered grievances before returning home, hugged Zheng Lian's legs and cried, crying He said over and over again, "I'm sorry, brother."
Seeing how pitiful he was crying, Zheng Lian couldn't even persuade him, so he used some strength to break his hand, squatted down with his back to him, and said, "Forget it, come up, I'll carry you back, and I'll have a better memory next time. , don't make trouble again."
The young man's back is still thin, and it is not enough to support the spine of the Chunjun Sect in the future, but every step he takes on his back is very stable. rainy sky.
He wrapped his arms around Zheng Lian's neck and murmured in a hoarse voice, "Senior brother..."
"Well, here it is."
"What's your plan next?"
Gu Chuifang passed away, and before his death passed the position of Linqiufeng elder to Wen Heng, the Chunjun faction was in a hurry over the burial matters and Wen Heng's succession. Liao Changxing wasted an afternoon on the main peak. At this time, Fang De sneaked over to take a look at Wen Heng, but he saw that Wen Heng's expression was no easier than his.
The day spent in the Chunjun faction is truly thrilling. No one really expected such an ending. For Wen Heng, the mysteries that he did not expect came one after another. From Yueying Mountain From Chun Junjian to his father's death, to Gu Chuifang's death, Xue Qinglan's illness... It seems that everything is related, but in fact it has no clue. Everything is like a hand, pulling his mood from side to side.
Wen Heng got up and welcomed Liao Changxing into the room, adding a cup of tea to him: "Don't talk about plans, there are so many things right now, I don't know how to deal with myself for a while, so I can only take a step by step." With a sigh consciously, "I've caused trouble to Senior Brother again."
Liao Changxing shook his head in disapproval and said, "Uncle Gu entrusts you to take care of the Chunjun faction, which is to believe in your character. Since I am a disciple of Chunjun, no matter what my previous status is, I should cooperate with you, this is not called 'trouble'. ."
This mountain-like calmness definitely infected Wen Heng, he slowly let out a breath, and said with a wry smile, "But I'd rather you be a senior brother than your uncle."
The corners of Liao Changxing's lips twitched, a little smile appeared in his eyes, and he said solemnly: "This is not up to you. First, the inheritance and seniority cannot be messed up. Second, your status is more valuable, and it will be cheaper to act in the sect in the future."
Wen Heng said slowly, "How can it be cheaper to be a junior and junior brother of the sect head when you are a bachelor who has a good name?"
"Be careful."
Liao Changxing's expression suddenly turned stern, staring at him solemnly, Wen Heng did not dodge or evade, and looked back calmly. The two looked at each other silently, as if they were confronting each other in mid-air. In the end, Liao Changxing was the one who was defeated. He took the lead to look away and said in a low voice, "Although I am good at foreign affairs, I have spent too much time on this over the years. Now, I have abandoned martial arts, and I am afraid that my talent is not enough to convince people. When everything in the sect is settled, I will ask the teacher for orders and go out to practice for a few years."
"Now the Central Plains martial arts are turbulent and the situation is different from the past. Senior brother is a leader in the younger generation. It is time to let go and show his strength in the arena." Wen Heng heard his words, and his heart was half relieved: "Since the Senior brother is willing to take the lead in the future, and I, an elder, can barely do it, I just ask senior brother not to make me wait too long, and don’t delay my retreat to the mountains.”
Liao Changxing originally came to take care of him, but was persuaded by Wen Heng once, and replied warmly, "I can save it, I won't ask you to do it for nothing."
In the past, due to Wen Heng's lack of internal strength, their brothers and sisters never talked deeply about the future, and could only say "it depends on good fortune". However, now whether it is Wen Heng or Liao Changxing, the martial arts are capable of laughing and proud of their peers, and their pride and ambition are not inferior to others. At the most enterprising age in their lives, tonight, sitting together with candles and talking and laughing, they are really young.
The next day, head Han Nanfu personally led everyone to pay homage to Gu Chuifang, and made public the legacy of the previous headmaster and Gu Chuifang's order. Heng, confirmed his identity as the elder of Lin Qiufeng.
Wen Heng declined for a while, and finally pointed out quite understandingly that although he is an elder, he is not Gu Chuifang's serious apprentice after all, so he will not stay in Linqiufeng, nor intervene in the internal affairs of the sect, but only in the Chunjun faction. When needed, I will go back to the mountains to help. If I find a suitable successor in the future, I am willing to return this person to the orthodox, which can also be regarded as the fulfillment of Gu Chuifang's last wish.
Han Nanfu is naturally happy to see him succeed. The head and the new elder were in harmony, and the disciples of Chunjun did not dare to treat the people of Yuquan Peak as condescendingly as before. Although Qin Ling was not useful, Liao Changxing and Wen Heng together were enough to be worth one. Yuquanfeng is old.
Seven days later, with Wen Heng's perseverance, Gu Chuifang and Zheng Lian were finally buried in the same tomb, with two monuments standing side by side. After finishing the funeral, Wen Heng said goodbye to Liao Changxing and others, went down the mountain and returned to Zhanchuan City, and immediately summoned people to investigate the underground palace. As for King Qing's case, due to his close relationship with the palace, all the people available to him are involved more or less. For fear of causing unnecessary trouble, he can only check on the outside, and it is not good to put his hand directly into it. Beijing.
After more than ten days, one day late at night, it rained heavily in Zhanchuan City. There was lightning and thunder in the sky, the water on the ground did not reach his ankles, the door of the Luming Escort Bureau was closed, and Wen Heng read the letter alone in the study. The candles were flickering, and the rain was rushing. The room was not very bright, and it was too noisy. The sound of wind and rain in the sky made Wen Heng feel uneasy. He stared at a piece of paper and didn't read a word for a long time.
He always felt that something was about to happen, but the premonition didn't seem to be dangerous, just a mild agitation for no reason.
Wen Heng threw the letter on the table, closed his eyes and leaned on the back of the chair, forcibly concentrating and calming himself down. However, after the vision was blocked, the other four senses became more sensitive. For a time, the nasal cavity was filled with a faint smell of water, and there were thunderstorms in the ears, and the raindrops were noisy and cut off other sounds. , When you close your eyes and listen like this, you seem to be in the wilderness.
Boom, boom, boom boom...
Wen Heng opened his eyes abruptly, suspecting that he had listened wrongly, and then scrutinized his ears again, just in time for a burst of thunder, and the knock on the door clearly entered the room in this short interval.
Who would come to him on such a rainy night
He tucked a short dagger on the table into his sleeve, walked over and pulled the latch, only to hear a "huh", the wind rolled raindrops and smashed towards him, almost throwing Wen Heng somersaults. The candles in the study were all extinguished in an instant, the paper and gauze curtains danced wildly, the window lattices rattled, and only a cover lamp on the table was still on, casting a dim light in all directions.
In front of the door stood a man in black with a hat on his head and a long knife hanging from his waist.
He raised his head, his lips and face were almost the same color, but he bent his eyes, smiled at Wen Heng through the beaded water curtain, and said to him in the thunder and lightning: "Brother Heng, I'm back. "
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