Due to the hot weather in summer, the heat will disappear in the evening, so dinner is placed under the begonia tree in the courtyard. The rising crescent moon hangs on the corner of the eaves, and the broken stars on the deep blue sky are like rivers. Just staring at it makes people feel cool. In the courtyard, there are all kinds of medicine bags to ward off mosquitoes, and the night wind brings a faint herbal fragrance, and even the hot wine can be calmed down by the fresh fruit that has been washed by the well water.
Except for Xue Qinglan, who was seriously eating a lot of food by Wen Heng, the other two were drinking slowly and eating less food. It was not the first time for the three of them to eat at the same table. They were familiar with each other, and each had different thoughts. They were all afraid of losing their share in front of each other, so the meal was very harmonious.
Although Zhanchuan City does not have as many elegant and famous wines as Jinyu Yujinglou, the local "Qiongsu" aged for ten years is also delicious and intoxicating. Xue Qinglan felt slightly drunk after drinking half the pot, but Wen Heng's drinking volume was unexpectedly good.
Fan Yang raised his head a little, holding a cup in one hand, and holding Wen Heng in the other and babbling: "I shouldn't have overtaken my place, but I'm the only old man in the palace beside me. If I don't urge some words, I'm afraid no one will care about it. Now that he has practiced a peerless magic skill, he has become an elder of the Chunjun faction, and the hard days have finally come to an end, so we should think more about lifelong events, settle down earlier, and continue the incense, so that the prince and princess may feel at ease."
Xue Qinglan took a sip of wine expressionlessly, as if he had never heard of it, Wen Heng glanced at him with a smile, turned his head and said to Fan Yang: "You are not enlightened, but you should worry about me first. Our boss Fan is also a dignified seven. Chi, a good man who stands upright in the sky, also knows that he is considerate of people, how come there is never a matchmaker coming to the security bureau to say kiss?"
Fan Yangsheng took a sip of wine and waved his hand quickly: "Young master, stop making fun of me. I'm a rude person who makes a living by fighting and killing. What girl wants to find a guilt for herself and wants to marry me? It's more convenient to play a bachelor."
Wen Heng hated that iron could not become steel, pointed at him and taught him a lesson: "I have been the chief dart for several years, and I have to suffer and suffer when I open my mouth. It is no wonder that no one wants you. You are so embarrassed to urge me. You asked Hufa Xue, when he was on Yueying Mountain, did a few chestnuts hook him so that he could never let me go, and he has been stubborn until now?"
Fan Yang burst into a cough: "cough, cough..."
Xue Qinglan almost missed and threw the cup. The shame of being ridiculed was actually very small, mainly because he didn't expect Wen Heng to compare his friendship and marriage with him, and to be so straightforward in front of Fan Yang, his heart was instantly numb. He was about to jump out of his throat, so he hurriedly stopped and said, "Brother Heng!"
"Don't be afraid, why are you panicking?" Wen Heng turned his eyes and patted the back of his hand soothingly. His eyes were stained with drunkenness and seemed to be brighter than usual, but he still remained gentle: "You and I are the best friends in life and death, who in the world can match you? Naturally, there is no need to hide it, let alone hide it, just show it to Fan. Yang has a look, maybe it can inspire one or two, make him wake up early, and die of the heart of the mediator."
Fan Yang covered his eyes and said painfully: "No need to light up, I have been taught, I beg your son to get his supernatural powers."
Wen Heng snorted and said to Xue Qinglan, "Look at it."
"Well, I see it."
Xue Qinglan was both funny and helpless, but he thought that Wen Heng was a big drinker who didn't get drunk. After a long day of trouble, he became very serious. A person who has always been steady and steady would turn into a smug childish ghost when he drinks too much. I don't know Wen Heng wine. When you wake up, remember what the expression will be like.
He stretched out his hand and removed the jug in front of Wen Heng, and said, "Okay, it's getting late, go back and rest."
Wen Heng let out a "hmm", stood up with Xue Qinglan's hand, pinched the bridge of his nose, and was about to tell Fan Yang to stand up when his movements suddenly stagnated, keenly capturing an unusual movement from the quiet night.
"someone is coming."
His whole person's momentum changed, the alcoholism dissipated in an instant, and the hazy and scattered eyes suddenly became clear. Wen Heng put Xue Qinglan behind him, and said loudly to the empty and high night sky: "Visiting Ye Ye, I don't know what kind of hero he is? Do you have any advice?"
As his voice fell, more than a dozen men in black appeared and climbed up along the three courtyard walls, each holding a sword, and surrounded the atrium. Fan Yang stood up staggeringly, strode forward, and shouted angrily, "Where is the thief Xiaoxiao, who stole it on your grandfather Fan's head, and he didn't even ask about the boundary!"
Xue Qinglan whispered, "Who is that?"
Wen Heng shook his head very lightly and replied in a low voice, "You won't know until we fight."
The three of them were on guard, with no weapons in their hands, so they could only confront the enemy with their fists, and the two sides were at a stalemate for a while. The enemy was outnumbered and I was outnumbered. This was originally a very critical situation, but perhaps it was because of the wine’s courage. The three of them had no fear, and they were quite confident. Xue Qinglan looked around and said coldly, “Since they are all here, why bother? Don’t you dare to come out to meet people in secret, hide your head and show your tail?” With a flick of the sleeve of the robe, a thin white porcelain wine cup on the table flew straight out with a strong wind, hitting the shadow on the roof due south, and descending down. For a moment, the moonlight illuminated a thin and slender hand, and the wine cup was blocked by another energy in the air, and with a crisp "pop", it smashed into pieces on the column.
The man was forced to reveal his figure by Xue Qinglan, but he still did not speak. He only made a "kill" gesture in mid-air, and more than a dozen men in black suddenly came out with swords and trained in three ways to kill the atrium.
Fan Yang shouted "Good time!" Raising his fists to meet him, Xue Qinglan stood with his back to him, and the four ebony-covered silver chopsticks shot off like crossbows/arrows. Wearing his right eye, he let out a scream that didn't sound like a human voice. In this short moment, Xue Qinglan had already deceived himself and grabbed the front. Holding his wrist, he turned the blade and wiped his neck neatly.
The two of them were already fighting with the assassins, but Wen Heng was the only one who kept his composure. I'm sorry for David's presence here."
Although Neiwei disguised himself as an assassin in Jianghu, as long as he made a move, he would lose any cover up in Wen Heng's eyes. Whether he used a knife or a sword, his martial arts methods were all in the same vein, and they came from the secret collection of the big inner. "Tianhe Treasure Scroll". It's just that the inner guards are also divided into upper, middle and lower classes. The lowest class is the imperial guards, the middle class can be commanded, and the highest class is the nine masters. Most of the assassins in front of them are middle class, with Fan Yang and Xue Qinglan being the most important. It's only a matter of time to clean them up. The most difficult thing to do is the one on the roof. Judging from that faceless posture, it is likely to be one of the nine masters.
Wen Heng held the begonia branch slantingly as if he was holding a sword, and suddenly he pointed his toes, three feet horizontally and vertically, and rushed straight towards the assassins. He was very fast this time, but he only held a branch in his hand, and no one cared about this child's home-like stuff, so they all took up knives and stabbed him in the waist and abdomen. Wen Heng took advantage of the momentum to fly with his sword, like splitting a mountain and dividing the sea. A branch made it easy to hack, sweep, stab, and pick. At the same time, six assassins blocking the way or bleeding from their noses, or covering their eyes. Turning, or severe pain in the throat, or the soreness and numbness of the right hand, unable to hold the sword... Wen Heng was swept away by Wen Heng, let alone fighting back, he seemed to take the initiative to make way for him.
Wen Heng killed a way out by himself, without stopping, he ran up to the roof, stopped in front of the shadow, and said slowly, "After the previous incidents, I thought Neiwei had a long memory, no No matter how easy it is to intervene in the affairs of the rivers and lakes, I didn’t expect that I would still remember to eat and not fight.”
He has already chased here, and it is useless to hide. The man slowly stepped out of the shadows, but it was a tall and thin old man, wearing a black brocade robe, with a short white mustache, an aquiline nose, and a ferocious long scar running across the bridge of the nose. corner of the eye. This face is already vicious enough, not to mention that there is a gloomy and gloomy air between his eyebrows, which makes people feel difficult to get close at first sight. At this moment, standing silently in the moonlight, the level of scaring is almost as scary as the "Skull Sword". The Lord" Quan Zhao is comparable.
But this person is obviously more dangerous than Kwon Zhao. He hid here to watch the battle, and was called out by Xue Qinglan, but he didn't shoot.
"You are Yue Chi?"
His voice was light and slow, as if he was careless, but every word fell into his ears, and it seemed like ice and snow that melted in his hands, with a kind of penetrating coldness.
"Exactly." Wen Heng said politely, "I haven't asked Your Excellency Gao's name yet."
The old man's icy and gloomy gaze stayed on his handsome silhouette for a moment, and then he sneered mockingly: "Who am I, cutting the grass and not eradicating the roots will cause endless trouble."
Wen Hengguang's heart skipped a beat when he thought about the strong hints in those words. In the blink of an eye, an unimaginable possibility suddenly appeared in his mind, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.
"Since your Excellency is here to trouble me, why are you empty-handed and without a weapon?"
He glanced at the man's hand behind his back, and suddenly asked like a stunned green man who didn't know the sinister: "Do you trust your subordinates too much, or do you think you can beat me without weapons?"
It's strange to say that he said several words before, but no one bothered him, but after Wen Heng asked this question, the old man stood with his hands behind his back, and answered proudly: "The sword is in the chest, nothing in the world is impossible. For the sword?"
"So that's the case." Wen Heng suddenly smiled very lightly, met the old man's eyes, and said word by word: "I have long admired your name, I have been waiting for you for a long time."
"Feng, hold, one."
The author has something to say: I've been waiting for a long time, I'm really sorry, I will send a red envelope to the comments under this chapter tomorrow.
In the next few days, I will run from Beijing to Tianjin. The schedule is very tight. It is estimated that there will be no update next week.