Thanks to his cheap master Su Youfeng, when Wen Heng used to compete with him in the valley, he always upheld the awareness of "attacking his weakness" and attacked his right broken arm, but he was always used by Su Youfeng. The same backhand hit back. Over time, Wen Heng learned enough lessons, so he modified and perfected his original palm technique, and created a left-handed sword technique, which was specially used to counterattack opponents when his right hand was inconvenient.
When Su Youfeng chased and killed Feng Baoyi for thousands of miles, when the two were dueling, Su Youfeng lost his arm by Feng Baoyi, Feng Baoyi injured his left eye by Su Youfeng, and finally ended in a lose-lose outcome. Su Youfeng was very impressed with this battle, and he often used it to talk to Wen Heng about how the master and the apprentice simulated how to dismantle the move. Retaliate with "Snow Heavy Folding Bamboo".
Feng Bao did a thousand calculations, but he never expected that he would end up in the hands of an unknown little brat. Wen Heng seems to be specially sent by God to fight him. Just like the accidental halberd last time, this miss is also inexplicable. He clearly suppressed Wen Heng, but the kid still caught the slightest omission. Flip it over.
"Su Youfeng..." There was a bit of gnashing of teeth in his voice, and he said hoarsely, "You actually recognize him..."
Wen Heng bowed towards him, looked directly at him calmly, and said calmly: "My master asked me to say hello to your Excellency, I haven't seen you for a long time, I miss you very much."
Feng Baoyi is the leader of the inner guards. Needless to say, his position is high and he is powerful enough to control the emperor's holy orders. If there is anything in the world that he fears and fears, Wen Heng can only think of Kunlun, where he was born. Buxu Palace, and Su Youfeng, who had chased him down to the point of losing both.
Blood kept pouring out from between his fingers, whether it was painful or was really guessed by Wen Heng, Feng Baoyi's fingers were trembling slightly involuntarily, the only remaining eye was hidden in the shadows, his eyes were cold and gloomy. It was frozen, and I wished to sever Wen Heng's throat on the spot, and was shocked by the few words he had just said.
At this moment, the wind was blowing from behind, and a long knife slashed from the shadow above his head, slashing the corner of Feng Baoyi's clothes and swiftly passing by.
Although the knife came from the rear, it was not hidden. Feng Baoyi could easily detect the dodging, and the person who shot it did not intend to hit it with a single blow. However, the strong warning threat meant that it was impossible to ignore.
He stood on the roof ridge and looked down, and there were people lying all over the courtyard, all the inner guards he brought to assassinate. The sound of the fight just now had already alerted the Luming Escort Bureau next door. The corner door of the adjacent house opened, and several escorts were already coming with lights.
The blade was hooked into a slender straight line by the moonlight. Xue Qinglan waved the blade to Feng Baoyi, and the tip of the blade was firmly aimed at the tip of his nose. He is not as tolerant as Wen Heng. After fighting for so long, killing intent is already evident in his eyes, and he said coldly, "Get out with your people."
Feng Baoyi turned to him with one eye and then to Wen Heng, thinking quickly in his heart. Wen Heng's martial arts are excellent, but he lacks experience in battle. It is easy to suppress him, but hard to kill him. Moreover, with helpers like Xue Qinglan and Fan Yang, if he consumes too much, it may be difficult to kill Wen Heng, let alone Su You Feng, who is hiding in the dark. This group of people are very evil, and they seem to be weak, but in fact, each of them is a difficult bone to bite.
The thoughts in his mind turned like electricity, and he made a decision in an instant. With a big sleeve, he said to Wen Heng: "Say hello to the respected master for me, and there will be a time to see you in the future." Flying down, he no longer cares about the life and death of his subordinates, and just left floating.
Facing the night sky, Wen Heng said loudly, "It's good to leave, my master and apprentice will be waiting for Your Excellency."
"Dang bang", Xue Qinglan threw the knife and threw two steps in front of him, as if she had taken off a layer of ice-cast shell in an instant. What nonsense is he talking about! How is it hurt? Does it hurt?"
Judging by his expression, he looked like the injured one. Wen Heng couldn't help but raised his hand and pinched the back of his neck, comforting him, "It's okay, the pain isn't too bad."
"You still say it's fine after your hand is broken. Are you fooling the ghost?" Xue Qinglan frowned and said, "Be patient, I'll straighten your bones for you."
Wen Heng didn't have time to answer, he had already pressed Wen Heng's right shoulder with one hand, suddenly exerting force, "Kara" broke the dislocated joint back to its original position with his bare hands.
"Well!"
This reset was extremely painful. Rao was Wen Heng's endurance was extremely strong, and there was a layer of fine cold sweat on his forehead. An uncontrollable groan overflowed from his lips. Xue Qinglan immediately hugged him and said, "I'll take you down. ."
Half of Wen Heng's body weight was resting on his shoulders, his voice was slightly weak due to the pain, but his left hand was still steady and powerful, restraining his hasty pace: "No hurry, just wait."
He raised his voice and instructed Fan Yang in the courtyard: "Let them go if they want to go, and ask them to take their companions with them. Don't leave them in the courtyard to cause trouble for me."
Fan Yang woke up most of the time, knowing that tonight's battle was very important, and it might have a great impact on Wen Heng, so he was extra cautious. The inner guard was well-trained. Seeing that Fan Yang did not intend to kill him, he immediately carried his dead and wounded companions over the wall and left. Their front feet disappeared into the deep alley, and the escorts immediately arrived on their back feet. They were shocked when they saw the blue bricks in the courtyard spilling blood, the tables and chairs fell over, and the tragic situation after the strong wind passed by. They asked Fan Yang, "Chief escort, this is out What's up?"
Wen Heng stepped back half a step, sat down on the roof ridge, and said in a low voice, "Instead of going down and listening to their noise, it's better to sit here quietly for a while."
Xue Qinglan was still worried about his arm injury, but she also clearly noticed that Wen Heng was in a bad mood at the moment and needed to stay away from the crowd for a while, indulge her emotions quietly, or even sink for a while.
He didn't hear the conversation between Wen Heng and Feng Baoyi, but the appearance of this person, whether intentional or not, will inevitably make Wen Heng fall into the nightmare of the past again, and all he can do is reach out to the abyss. One hand, waiting for Wen Heng to break free from the darkness, or jump down to accompany him.
"Okay." Xue Qinglan sat down next to Wen Heng, flattened his wrinkled clothes, and said softly, "Then we will go back when they are all gone."
Wen Heng smiled, his face was still cold, but his eyes melted in the moonlight, like water, passed over his face gently: "Don't worry."
Xue Qinglan held his arm, carefully rolled up his sleeves, and checked the injury for him, while saying: "Brother Heng, you always say it's fine and don't ask others to worry about you, but is there anything wrong with you? Is your injury serious? It's heavy, anyone with eyes can see it, how can you really not worry just because of your words?"
Wen Heng was rarely refuted by him so seriously. Hearing this, he couldn't help but be taken aback for a moment, then he was pressed by Xue Qinglan to the sore spot, and he gasped for breath.
"Look," Xue Qinglan lowered her head and blew on his red and swollen wound, "it still hurts, doesn't it?"
Wen Heng was in pain, but when he blew it like that, his arms felt itchy, as if a layer of soft fluff had rubbed from the tip of his heart, and his five fingers suddenly numb from the spine to the back of his head. Tightening, he grabbed Xue Qinglan's wrist.
Xue Qinglan raised her eyes strangely and asked, "What's wrong?"
Wen Heng said with difficulty: "Blowing... It seems to be deceiving children, it's useless."
I don't know if it was because of drinking a little wine tonight, Xue Qinglan was more alert than usual. He looked at Wen Heng for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "Brother Heng, are you ticklish?"
Wen Heng thought to the ancestors, I am not afraid of itching, I am afraid of you, but I said: "Well, be good for a while, don't blow it."
Xue Qinglan gave a meaningful "Oh", and laughed so much that she didn't know what she was proud of, and said, "Okay, for the sake of your injury, I'll spare you this time."
Wen Heng pinched his face vindictively with his intact left hand: "I think you are going to go to the house to uncover the tiles. Do I have to thank Hufa Xue for raising your hand?"
Xue Qinglan smiled and dodged and said, "If you don't agree with each other, you will act. This is all a rogue. You don't need to thank me, but I should ask you to raise your hand."
Wen Heng was originally depressed because of Feng Baoyi, and he was filled with anger and sadness. But since he was a child, he has always followed three steps. Before he made an impulsive move, his reason already knew that the best outcome would be to retreat from both sides tonight. He couldn't beat Feng Bao without any preparation. one.
Even though the truth was right in front of him, he had to choose the opposite path. The profound powerlessness of those days was like a haze that refused to dissipate, and once again tightly enveloped his mind. At a certain moment, Wen Heng even had the illusion that he was still walking in place for seven years. Fortunately, this time Xue Qinglan held a knife and stood in front of him, just like A Que who followed him back then. Reincarnation is like fate. As long as the figure is still there, it is a wonderful consolation for him.
A laughing tail blew into the wind, and a sudden silence stretched endlessly from where they sat.
After a long time, Wen Heng spoke up and said, "Wait a minute."
Xue Qinglan: "What are you waiting for?"
Wen Heng looked up at the bright night sky of the Milky Way. The moon was in the middle of the sky, but it was gradually obscured by the dark clouds floating from the north. It was as if something sank deep into his eyes.
He slowly exhaled a long breath, stroked Xue Qinglan's hair, and said, "Wait and see, what else does Feng Baoyi do."