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heat.

Wen Xia leaned her back against the rock wall at the bottom of the well, her body was unstoppably hot.

Yun Shu's vicious words echoed above the mouth of the well. He shouldn't have been pushed into the well by Yun Shu's full of flaws, but at that time he suddenly felt hot all over his body, his strength suddenly dissipated, and half of his strength to fight against him was lost. Unable to give birth, the body fell straight into the bottom of the well like a whisk.

Fortunately, this is a dry well, and the bottom of the well is covered with a thick layer of dead grass and leaves.Wen Xia's forehead was scratched by some small gravels when she fell, and two bloodstains were wiped out.But he didn't feel any pain at all, he just felt as if a puddle of boiling hot water was burning his body, it was so hot that he was sweating profusely, his temples were wet, and he couldn't breathe.

He restrained himself, stretched out his hands to support the rock wall and stood up slowly, trying to gather the spiritual power in his dantian to leave the bottom of the well, but he thought of this all his life, and suddenly felt a hot feeling in his stomach.This heat wave was fierce, and even when it was lifted, his consciousness was turbulent, his head was dizzy, his vision flickered for a moment, his feet were unsteady, and he fell back to his original position.

Wen Xia raised her hand to wipe the beads of sweat constantly emerging from her forehead, her cheeks were flushed, and the breath from her lips was hot.He still insisted on holding on to the few clear days in his mind, and guessed in a trance that he was probably poisoned.

At the bottom of this dark well called Tian Tian Ying, it is very possible that he really answered the curse of that bastard Yun Shu and died in this well.

At this time, a gust of fresh wind suddenly gushed in from the bottom of the well, and Wen Xiaer finally felt a bit of coolness, but his face was still flushed. He opened his collar casually, revealing his skin that was reddened by the heat, and wanted the wind to blow him away. The body was hot, but the wind suddenly stopped, and a figure in white clothes appeared out of thin air in front of him.

Wen Xia raised his eyes slightly, the sweat on his eyelashes made him unable to see the face of the person standing in front of him clearly, so he could only ask aloud: "...Who is it?"

The figure in white was silent for a few breaths, and replied, "It's me."

"Oh." Wen Xia curled up her fingertips, pinching her palms with force, "It's Jun Wang."

Jun Ling said in a deep voice, "Yes."

Wen Xia'er leaned on the well wall with both arms, and stood up from the ground as if inadvertently, "I originally wanted to take a nap here, but now that you're here, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep now..."

The heat in his abdomen suddenly increased a little bit, Wen Xia'er made an unbearable "Ugh", his legs trembled suddenly, and fell back on the haystack again, the back of his head accidentally hit the well wall, making a thud There was a muffled sound.

The back of Wen Xia's head hurts from being bumped, and a little mist appeared in his eyes for a moment, but he knew it wasn't because of the pain in the back of his head, but the heat wave in his body, wishing to knock him to the ground.

No matter how hard he tried to pretend to be calm, it was too late to put on a calm look. Jun Lingshen had already seen the clue, squatted down in front of him, and asked, "What happened to you?"

The cold plum fragrance sneaked into Wen Xia's nose unexpectedly, and for a moment he wanted to poke into the plum fragrance, but he quickly suppressed this weird thought, turned his face away suddenly, and pinched the wound in his palm hard, Waking up from the pain, "Nothing, nothing."

Jun Ling's eyes wandered around his flushed complexion, "Wen Yang, you are poisoned."

"No..." Wen Xiaer retorted, "You read wrong, I'm fine..."

Jun Lingshen suddenly stretched out his fingertips to touch the spot on his neck that was stung by insects, and as soon as his slightly cool fingers touched the hot skin, Wen Xiayou made a low "um" sound, and immediately said: "... ....Do not touch me."

Jun Ling withdrew his hand silently, his eyes fell on his face for a long time, and asked, "Is it hot?"

Wen Xia shook her head to herself, and the words she wanted to say turned into an unbearable "hmm" when she reached her mouth.Beads of sweat from the temples dripped down his cheeks into his open collar, making his eyes red and moist.

Jun Ling looked at him calmly, without saying a word.

Wen Xia'er was stared at by Jun Ling's deep gaze, and felt his body was getting hotter and hotter. At this moment, his sea of ​​consciousness dantian seemed to be a tight string, which could be broken in two without any effort.

He thought this was a sign that the poisoning was getting worse, and his thoughts were spinning right now, taking advantage of the few traces of clarity left in his mind, he felt a little desperate.

He raised his hand and grabbed Jun Lingchen's sleeve, "...Jun Wang, help me."

Jun Lingshen's figure was unbiased, and he let him grab it, "How can I help?"

Wen Xia leaned away from the support of the well wall, staring at Jun Lingchen with a pair of starry eyes that had been dazzled by the heat and turned misty, "Help me, find Mr. Mo...find Mo Come sir."

"He can't help you." Jun Lingshen pulled away the sleeve that was pinched in his hand suddenly, his arm suddenly lost his grip, his upper body fell to the ground weakly, Jun Lingshen stretched out his arms to catch him silently , His forehead hit Jun Lingchen's chest.

The slightly cool breath and the cold plum fragrance instantly wrapped Wen Xia'er airtightly, but the body temperature that should have dropped according to common sense instantly rose even stronger, and the turbulent heat climbed to the top of his head, only Yu Qingming It was also burnt out and became intermittent fragments.

"Don't touch me..." He grasped Jun Lingchen's lapel vainly, his palms kept slipping, leaving bloodstains on the frosty white shirt, "Help me find Mr. Mo, find Mo Zhu. …”

Jun Lingshen grabbed his hand, looked at the palm, and said, "Do you know what kind of poison you have?"

Wen Xia's five fingers were hot and humid, and their fingertips were red. At this moment, Jun Ling held it in his hand, and felt that the fingertips were extremely numb, and the heat in his lower abdomen wanted to penetrate his heart before he would stop.

"Hot..." Hearing someone ask him, Wen Xiayou gasped and said with difficulty, "Hot poison."

Wen Xiaer told Lang Chan that his family was very strict, but in fact what he said was true.

Because his father Wen Qiufeng and his mother Yun Xueyi's extremely rough marriage served as a lesson for the past, his father was stricter in the matter of "love between men and women" than in monitoring his cultivation and behavior.

He is going to be nineteen this year, and people of his age have experienced many ups and downs, and turned over several red waves in the field of love.But he is still like a blank sheet of paper, he only occasionally hears other people mentioning the word Fengyue verbally, but he has no idea what kind of scene is behind this "Fengyue".

An ignorant young man who doesn't even know half-knowledge about romantic love, how can he know what kind of poison is that that can make people feel extremely hot and hot?

Jun Ling focused his fingers on the blue light, and healed the scars on his palms.After a while, he asked in a deep voice, "Have you brought the Water Control Talisman?"

Wen Xia's "hmm" sound, I don't know if it is responding to Jun Lingshen's voice, or subconsciously responding indiscriminately.Jun Ling Shen asked again: "Where to put it?"

Wen Xia looked at Jun Lingchen with wet red eyes, and after a while of confusion, replied: "Sleeves...sleeves."

Jun Ling Shen heard the words, and put his palm into his sleeve.

There is a world in Wen Xia'er's sleeve, which contains not only the talisman paper but also other things. Jun Ling Shen groped in his sleeve, and his fingertips accidentally rubbed against a piece of skin between his wrists, and he closed his eyes. She moved her lips, let out a trembling sound uncontrollably, and retracted her hands, trying to pull Jun Lingshen's palm from his sleeve, "I'm hot, don't touch me."

With his actions, Jun Lingshen's hand that was poking into his sleeve quickly retreated, and brought out a few pieces of red talisman paper, which fell into the dry grass.

Jun Lingchen leaned his body back against the wall of the well, twisted a red talisman with two fingers, and pressed it lightly between his forehead, the star-pointed blue light diffused into the talisman body, engulfing the original red color.Several jets of water gushed out from the body of the amulet in an instant, and stopped in the void to form a flowing water curtain, wrapping his figure firmly in it.

Clothes into the water, floating up and down.Wen Xia's consciousness was hazy, and the water soaked into his limbs and bones, but he didn't feel the coolness at all, and the scalding all over his body intensified again, and the heat flow destroyed all his sanity like a wave.Struggling to escape from the water curtain, he kept muttering: "Hot, hot..."

Jun Lingchen watched for a moment, seeing that the situation was not right, he fished him out of the water curtain with one hand, the water curtain collapsed in an instant, fell to the ground from mid-air, smashed out countless tiny water droplets, and splashed Jun Lingchen's clothes.

Wen Xia was thoroughly wet, and his clothes were wet against his body, but his skin was still blushing.Jun Ling was silent for a while, then asked him suddenly: "Do you still know who I am?"

Wen Xia opened her eyes slightly, but the face of the person in front of her became more and more blurred, and said nonsense, "...Mr. Mo, are you here to detoxify me?"

Jun Lingshen didn't speak, hugged him and put him back on the ground.

The cold plum scent poured into Wen Xia's nose again, and he vaguely thought in his heart that this breath should belong to Jun Wang, he opened his lips and was about to ask questions, when the gilt fire pin on his hair was quickly taken off , Mei Xiang's master also shrouded him in a shadow, his consciousness was completely obliterated by the heat wave at this time, and he fell into a scorching hot tide.

Wen Xia slowly opened her eyes, and what she saw was the familiar bed curtain, and the morning light outside the window had already spilled into the room.

He sat up with a splitting headache and raised his hand to press his forehead. He vaguely remembered that he seemed to have a dream in his sleep. The pictures in the dream were grotesque and mottled. It is the lingering plum fragrance and a face that is becoming clearer in my mind.

Wen Xia's ears turned red, and her fingertips trembling uncontrollably while holding the quilt horn.

Although he has never been involved in love and romance, he probably understands what kind of dream he is having.But it doesn't matter what kind of dream this dream is, the most terrible thing is that the person in his dream... is Jun Lingchen.

Wen Xia lifted off the quilt and hid under the quilt, as if she didn't want to face this dream directly.

Death, death!

Who wouldn't want to dream of Jun Lingshen's face in such a dream, and the thought of covering herself to death in the quilt all came out of Wen Xia'er's mind.

"Young Master." There was a knock on the door suddenly, "Are you awake?"

Wen Xia heard that it was Mo Zhu's voice, temporarily put aside the incident in the dream, lifted the quilt and said, "Mr. Mo, please come in."

Mo Zhu pushed the door open and entered, seeing that he was still on the bed, he closed the door casually, walked to his bed, and asked with concern: "Is Shaojun feeling better?"

Wen Xia was stunned for a moment, and asked back, "I'm not sick, why did Mr. Mo ask this question?"

"Have you forgotten, Shaojun?" Mo Zhu asked again.

Wen Xia was even more puzzled, "What did you forget?"

"The fever is so severe, it's normal not to remember." Mo Zhu explained: "Shaojun suddenly developed a fever in the water village the day before yesterday, and he became unconscious from the fever, and he didn't wake up until now."

"Fever?" Wen Xia frowned and recalled, "How do I remember that I was poisoned by the man in black, and accidentally pushed into the well by that kid Yun Shu, and then I met Jun Lingchen, and then... ...." His memory was broken here, and he shook his head, but the scene in his mind became more and more blurred.

Seeing that he couldn't remember, Mo Zhu followed his words and said: "Later, Lord Miaoyinqing rescued Shaojun, and the residual poison in Shaojun's body was not cleared, so he developed a fever just now."

Wen Xiayou Jing Mo Zhu mentioned this, and he vaguely recalled that there was a figure in white at the bottom of the dark well, and that must be Jun Lingshen.

As soon as he thought of Jun Lingshen, the dream in his sleep resurfaced in his mind, he patted his face, tried to calm himself down, and said to Mo Zhu: "I was unconscious at that time, presumably it must be Mr. Mo Thank you Mr. Mo for saving me from the bottom of the well."

"I'm ashamed to say it." Mo Zhu's expression was rare, "The person who rescued Shaojun from the bottom of the well this time and also detoxified him is not me, but Lord Miaoyinqing."

Wen Xia's heart skipped a beat, and the expression on her face became a little elusive.

Mo Zhudao: "Young Master is extremely dangerous this time, fortunately you have Lord Miao Yinqing to help you, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous."

Wen Xiaer let out an "oh" and didn't answer.

Mo Zhu then said again: "Mr. Wen also knew about this matter, Mr. Wen asked me to tell Young Master, and when Young Master recovers, I will prepare a generous gift and leave for Yuze Mountain to personally thank Lord Miaoyinqing to express my gratitude. .”

"No!" Wen Xiayou said without thinking, "I'll just write him a letter to thank you, but if you need me to meet him in person, I won't go."

Mo Zhu pondered for a moment, then said: "Mo Zhu thought that it would be better for the young master to go and thank Mr. Miao Yinqing in person. The so-called kindness of a drop of water should be repaid by the spring, not to mention that Mr. Miao Yinqing saved the life of the young master. "

Wen Xia thought in his heart that he would bear half of the blame for poisoning Junling Shen, but on second thought, he would first help Jun Lingchen block the poisonous insect. over his love.At present, this love has not been repaid, and Jun Lingshen saved his life after going around.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Mo Zhu thought that he was still resisting Jun Ling Shen, and persuaded him: "Although I don't know what kind of rift Shaojun and Miao Yinqing have formed, but because of Miao Yinqing's disregard of previous suspicions, After saving the young master, Mo Zhu thought that this Mr. Miaoyinqing was indeed a gentleman. The young master should restrain his temper a bit, so as not to let others talk about it and get a bad reputation."

Wen Xia raised her hand and pressed the corner of her forehead, half-closed her eyes and said, "I know what Mr. Mo and father mean, but..."

He hesitated to speak, but Mo Zhu thought it was because he couldn't bear to thank Jun Ling deeply, and said to himself: "Young Master understands righteousness, and how to repay Lord Miao Yinqing's life-saving grace, I must have my own calculations in my heart. If it really feels inappropriate, Mo Zhu would like to go to Mount Yuze on behalf of Shaojun, and personally thank Lord Miaoyinqing."

Mo Zhu was reasoning with him here, but Wen Xia'er herself was still immersed in that dream, almost unable to extricate herself.Hearing that the other party wanted to go to Yuze Mountain to thank Jun Lingshen on his behalf, he regained his composure and hurriedly said: "Mr. Mo doesn't need to do it for you. Let me think about it in a few days. I still have to raise the baby at home." Yang... I have a tight headache."

After hearing this, Mo Zhu couldn't persuade him any more, so he told him to rest well and left the room.

Wen Xia has been raised at home for half a month. Every day, she stays alone in the room without going out of the door, and doesn't hear anything outside the window.

He often retreats in the house for several months because of writing formations and creating talismans, and everyone is not surprised by his behavior, and they are used to it.

And Wen Xia'er locked himself in the room this time to draw a new talisman, but after half a month, he didn't see the shadow of the new talisman, but he realized something else.

After that dream that night, every night he dreamed in the past half month, Jun Lingchen's figure would most likely appear in his dreams.

Sometimes I dreamed that Jun Lingchen was wandering with him in the city of Mingqiu; sometimes I dreamed that Jun Lingchen was talking with him at night while holding candles; , but Jun Lingshen's figure is everywhere.

Wen Xiaer is actually a little hard to understand. He and Jun Lingshen have only known each other for a few months. The first few times they met, each time it was either a real fight or a sarcasm. He really didn't want to see Jun The man who is so spiritual.

Although after the incident in the land of the deep sea, he admitted that he was not as disgusted with Jun Lingchen as before, and even had some good feelings for him, but he would not frequently break into his dreams every night because of this. Bar?

In terms of falling in love with each other, even if he dreams of Lang Qingxun every night, he shouldn't dream of Jun Lingshen.

After fighting this strange thing in his mind, Wen Xiaer still couldn't figure it out, so he thought of discarding it and drawing a new talisman to divert his attention.

With the tip of his pen dipped in ink, he buried his head in the paper and wrote vigorously. When he came back to his senses, he was stunned after seeing what was written on the paper.

Sitting in front of the desk, he stared at the words on the paper in bewilderment for a few breaths.

The whitened paper is densely filled with words, but the words on it all have the same name.

It read: Jun Wang.

Only then did Wen Xiaer realize that something was wrong with the momentum of this incident, but he couldn't tell what was wrong after careful investigation.

Distraught, he crumpled up the paper filled with the word "Jun Wang" and threw it under the table, thinking that he could no longer stay in the room like this, otherwise something would change sooner or later, but the door of the room was suddenly pushed Open, a figure walked in,

He looked up, sat up straight quickly, and called out, "Father."

Wen Qiufeng walked up to Wen Xia'er's case, looked down at his case, and said, "You stayed in the room for half a month, and you figured out this stack of blank paper?"

Wen Xia was very guilty, and said nonsense: "...It's time to go outside to collect folk songs, I'm always bored at home and can't draw anything."

Wen Qiufeng glanced at Wen Xia, "That's right."

Wen Xia'er let out an "ah" and looked at his father blankly.Wen Qiufeng said indifferently: "Tomorrow we will leave for Mount Yuze, and I will not accompany you."

Wen Xia suddenly stood up from the seat, "Why do you want to go to Yuze Mountain? I don't want to go to Yuze Mountain."

Wen Qiufeng said: "I handed over the letter of greeting to Yu Zeshan for you, explaining the purpose of coming, and the forgiveness of the master Yu Zeshan can be regarded as reasonable, after seeing your name, I didn't refuse."

"If he doesn't reject me, will he go?" Wen Xia said, "I won't go to Yuze Mountain."

Wen Qiufeng caught a glimpse of the ball of paper thrown on the ground out of the corner of his eye, raised his hand slightly, and the ball of paper fell into his hands.He slowly unwrapped the ball of paper and said, "Jun Lingshen saved your life. I taught you since childhood. Could it be that I taught you to be an ungrateful person?"

Wen Xier glanced at the ball of paper being unwrapped in his father's hand, and without thinking he got up to grab it, but saw his father swaying away, and said indifferently, "My father is asking about your words."

"I will go to Yuze Mountain to thank Jun Lingshen!" Wen Xia spread his hands towards his father, "Father should return my ball of paper to me first."

Wen Qiufeng was halfway through the demolition, and cast a glance at Wen Xiaer, and Wen Xiaer looked at him without flinching.After a long time, Wen Qiufeng tossed the ball of paper lightly into Wen Xia's arms, and said, "I've grown up."

Wen Xia'er wrote the ball of paper, and looked at his father for some reason.Wen Qiufeng changed the topic, "Don't tell me about the water village, you did a good job."

Wen Xia'er was rarely praised by his father, so he was slightly taken aback, and said, "...No, I didn't catch the mastermind behind this disaster, so it's not good."

"Nothing." Wen Qiufeng said: "For my father, I will send someone to investigate."

Wen Xia said, "Dad doesn't want me to investigate?"

Wen Qiufeng said: "For now, you can just go to Yuze Mountain to thank Jun Lingchen."

Wen Xia frowned, "Why do you have to let me go to Yuze Mountain to thank Jun Lingchen in person?"

It's not that he doesn't want to thank Jun Ling deeply, but that the current situation in the world of cultivating immortals is unstable, and the relationship between immortals and demons is tense.He also bears a slightly prestigious name, and rushing to Yuze Mountain this time will definitely cause some rumors in the world of cultivating immortals.

"If you are told to go, just go." Wen Qiufeng said, "Go with sincerity this time, and you must not create any suspicion with Yu Zeshan again."

Wen Xia was very puzzled, he went to Yuze Mountain with sincerity so that no suspicion would arise, could it be that his father wanted him to write off the previous affairs with Jun Lingshen, and settle the previous suspicions with Jun Lingshen?

He really doesn't want to see Jun Lingshen now, that face in the dream can still make him lose his mind, if he really sees it, maybe what will happen.

After watching his father leave, Wen Xiaer looked at the ball of paper he was holding in his hand. There were only a few names of Jun Lingchen written on it. Seeing that his father wanted to open it, he subconsciously snatched it, as if he was afraid of being caught His father saw it.

He frowned and squeezed the ball of paper tightly, thinking that the momentum was really bad.