Cultivating immortality is going against the grain

At this time, a gust of evening wind blew by, and he was so cold that he shrank down willingly.

Hui Dabao took off his coat and put it directly on her body, saying, "You ran out even though your clothes are soaked. It's so cold at night. You'll suffer from typhoid fever!"

Gan Xinran said angrily, "It's not because of you...eh...what happened to your hand?"

Hui Dabao said, "During the competition, I accidentally hurt myself. I wanted to ask Dr. Qing for a few stitches..."

Gan Xinran said nervously, "Ah... is the injury serious? Show me quickly!" Carefully holding Hua Dabao's injured hand, he untied the cloth and cried out, "The wound is so deep... No, it's necessary." Stitch it up immediately, otherwise, it will definitely swell and bleed tomorrow!"

"Let's go find Dr. Qing!"

He waved Dabao's hand and took it back, saying, "What are we going to do... We have arrived at Lingxiu Peak. It won't be long before we return to Qianshan City. Doctor Qing has gone back to rest long ago. Let's go back tomorrow morning!"

Gan Xinran lowered his head and thought for a moment, then grabbed Hui Dabao and rushed towards the top of Lingxiu Peak.

In the room, Gan Xinran took a needle from his head, pulled a string of thread from his clothes, ran the thread to the eye of the needle, roasted the needle in the fire, carefully picked up Hui Dabao's injured hand and said, "You can bear it." Click and it will be sewn in a moment!”

Hui Dabao stammered, "Can you... know how to sew... Don't be bad at sewing!"

Gan Xinran glanced at him and said, "I have been able to embroider since I was a child. I just sew a wound. What are you afraid of?"

Hui Dabao swallowed and said, "Who is... afraid? Let alone being pricked by a needle, just being chopped with a knife..." Before he finished speaking, his palms went numb, and Gan Xinran had already begun to sew.

Hua Dabao was startled and stared at the wound, fearing that Gan Xinran's stitches would be a mess. However, what surprised him was that Gan Xinran's craftsmanship was indeed dexterous, the stitches were very fast, and the closed positions were neatly arranged and very beautiful.

Hui Dabao said in surprise, "Your technique is indeed good, not inferior to that of a professional doctor!"

Gan Xinran said with a proud look on his face, "Humph, let's see what my family does!"

Hui Dabao suddenly realized, "Yes, your family also owns a pharmacy. Of course this small job won't be difficult for you!"

Gan Xinran sighed and said, "It's a pity that I didn't like to practice medicine since I was a child. I just wanted to practice Taoism and become an immortal. Now, I think it's good to be a doctor. I really might as well go back and open a medicine shop!"

Hui Dabao said, "That's right, the world of cultivation is full of dangers. It's better for you to go back and inherit the family business. It's much better than this bullshit Yangyun Mountain cultivation!"

Gan Xinran suddenly stopped, looked up at Hui Dabao and said, "Do you want to go back too... How about we go back to Yueyang Prefecture?"

"I…"

Hui Dabao was stunned. He didn't know how to answer. Although he didn't like staying in Yangyun Mountain, he had not avenged his revenge and still had to practice hard. Now was not the time to return to Yueyang State.

Seeing that Hui Dabao was silent, Gan Xinran lowered his head and murmured, "You still can't let go of Xue'er..."

Hui Dabao said hurriedly, "No..."

Gan Xinran interrupted, "Don't move!" He lowered his head and started sewing stitch by stitch.

Seeing Gan Xinran's face was solemn, Hui Dabao didn't know how to speak, and the atmosphere became a bit awkward!

The room was dark, only the candlelight shone, and it shone on Gan Xinran's face, which was so crystal clear and charming, and her slender and soft jade hands moved lightly on the palm of her hand, making her heart tremble and tremble. The more Dabao looked at her, the more beautiful she felt, and his injured hand suddenly couldn't help but hold her hand!

Gan Xinran yelled, "Oh, what are you doing? I just sewed it up, please let go, be careful not to break the thread!"

Hui Dabao let go in a hurry.

Gan Xinran carefully touched the wound and murmured, "Fortunately it didn't open, otherwise, I would have had to sew it up again!" Then he sewed it up.

Hui Dabao didn't dare to act rashly anymore and let the needle and thread wander in his palm.

After half a stick of incense, the wound on his hand had been completely sutured. Gan Xinran took out a bottle of ointment from somewhere, smeared it on his hand again, and then bandaged it before giving up.

Gan Xinran said, "It's already sewn. You have to be careful not to stretch the thread in the past two days!"

Hui Dabao nodded.

Gan Xinran turned to look out the window and said to himself, "It's so late..."

Hui Dabao said, "It's so late, so don't go back. Stay here for one night and go back tomorrow morning!"

Gan Xinran glared at him and said, "Of course I have to stay for one night, otherwise, you still want me to sleep outside!" She stood up and strode to the bedside, shouting at Dabao, "I'm sleeping on the bed , you can just find a place to sleep!" Without waiting for Hui Dabao's reaction, he lay down directly on the bed.

There was only one bed in the room, and there was no other place to sleep. Hui Dabao had no choice but to sit on the chair and prepare to lie on the table to make do. He turned around and glanced at Gan Xinran, only to see her with her back on her back and her graceful figure. He had a clear view of his posture, and he was so fascinated by the waving of Dabao. At this moment, Gan Xinran suddenly turned around, frightened him to quickly blow out the candles, and lie down on the table to pretend to sleep.

I don't know if he was too tired from the martial arts competition during the day, so he fell asleep quickly with Dabao.

The next day, a ray of sunlight shines through the window on Hui Dabao. Hui Dabao wakes up as if he has a feeling!

He rubbed his eyes and turned to look at the bed, only to find that there was no one on the bed, and willingly disappeared.

For some reason, he felt like he was missing something...

One day later, Hui Dabao arrived at the foot of Zhangshi Peak. Today was the day for the summit meeting. He looked around, turned around and was about to head towards the mountain. Suddenly, he heard Bayin's voice coming from behind him: Dabao, Wait for me! "

Hui Dabao turned around and saw Bayin striding over, saying angrily, "I've been waiting for you for a long time, and I thought you were eliminated and had no shame in coming here!"

Bayin sneered and said, "You have so little confidence in me!"

Hui Dabao said, "I only have full confidence in your drinking capacity, forget about the rest, stop talking nonsense, let's go, let's talk about it when we get to the top of the mountain!"

The two headed towards the top of Zhangshi Peak.

Half an hour later, the two of them arrived at the top of the mountain. This was the first time that they had reached the top of Zhangshi Peak. They saw a huge open square. People were standing on both sides of the square, and at the front of the square was a magnificent palace. , at the foot of the palace is a row of winding stone steps. The stone steps are very long, with several platforms in the middle. There are dozens of chairs on the lower platform, which are already full of people, and half of the people on the upper platform are There are seven people sitting in the arc. These seven people are both men and women. They all have a majestic bearing and strong hair, just like a master!

He waved his big treasure and said to Bayin, "These seven people are the peak masters of the seven peaks, right?"

Bayin nodded and said, "Sitting in the middle is Gan Mo Yan, the great elder of the Master Peak, who is also the current acting head of Yangyun Mountain!"

Hui Dabao looked up and saw an old man with sharp eyes and rosy cheeks sitting in the middle. When he saw this old man, he was a little surprised. According to rumors, this elder was over 200 years old, but when he saw it today, he was stunned by Mo Yan. He has black hair, a bright face, and not a deep texture. He looks about 50 years old. Hui Dabao couldn't help but secretly exclaimed, a cultivator is definitely an ordinary person...

Ba Jin continued, "Next to Qian Moyan's right hand is Sun Xiaotian, the leader of Huoliao Peak!"