Chun Feng Du Jian

Xue Qinglan said: "You are going to the capital."

This is not a question, but a straightforward statement.Wen Heng nodded, and asked him again: "You put down the Hanging Star Sect and rushed over. Now that things are over here, it's almost time to go back?"

Xue Qinglan frowned deeply when she heard the words, and replied without thinking, "I'll follow you."

"You don't even ask me what I'm doing, but follow me. What if I let you accompany me to enter the dragon's pond and tiger's lair?" Wen Heng stared at him, and said in a low voice, "Besides, didn't you run very fast in the inn before? Don't run away again this time?"

Xue Qinglan knew that what happened last time would definitely be blamed by Wen Heng, so she wasn't too guilty.He didn't have this kind of confidence towards others, he relied on Wen Heng to love him, and said almost unreasonably: "It doesn't matter. I'm going, and I'm going to Longtan and Tiger's Den."

Wen Heng almost couldn't hold back his laughter, but Hao Xuan held back and tapped his forehead lightly with his fingers: "Speak well, don't be a rascal."

Xue Qinglan raised her head, but her voice was extremely low: "You are going to the Forbidden Palace to get the Chunjun Sword. It is too dangerous to be alone. I can't help you much. I can always take care of you by the side. This is different from last time. Brother Heng, even if you insist on driving me away, I will definitely follow."

Wen Heng and Xue Qinglan stood close to each other, they were tall, and they could clearly see the face of the person in front of them just by lowering their heads slightly.Xue Qinglan's face has been carefully retouched, and the shape of the face, eyebrows and eyes have changed. The original skin color is not obvious, but the tired black and bloodshot eyes can't be covered.Muzhou and Tianshou are separated by thousands of miles, so he has to travel in the open air and starry sky to arrive in time today—just to see Wen Heng's safety with his own eyes.

Such a person, not to mention driving him away hard-heartedly, even if he is under the nose and accompany him every step of the way, I feel that it is not careful enough.

"Okay, then follow me." Wen Heng sighed, his gaze was that kind of helpless gentleness that he couldn't do anything about him, he couldn't bear to say even a serious sentence, he just raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brow, and said: "At a young age, don't frown like this, and you won't be afraid of getting old quickly."

His fingertips felt a little warm, and he pressed his brows to his heart, which made Xue Qinglan tremble all over the body in an instant, and a familiar and strange panic arose, just like... just like the old man beside Chengtai Terrace on Siyou Mountain that day. In the branches and leaves, he was held tightly in the arms of this person, and through the hazy eyes of tears, he suddenly saw his face that was very close.

Just touching and hugging, they have even experienced sharing the same bed more intimately than this, how could there be no distracting thoughts at that time, but now they are full of indecision and wild thoughts?

But he was obviously so flustered, but he never thought of avoiding Wen Heng.The meaning of this person to him is far beyond what can be summed up in the phrase "old friend and old friend".

"Why are you so stupid?" Wen Heng saw that he was in a daze and didn't speak, his eyes seemed to be covered with mist, he couldn't help laughing, and asked, "Are you tired?"

Xue Qinglan was shocked by his call, and said back to God: "Huh? What?"

"I said, how long has it been since you closed your eyes? You were so sleepy that you were dumbfounded." Wen Heng raised his eyes and looked into the crowd, just in time to meet the gaze of the last disciple of the Chu family. Startled.Wen Heng felt that the person's face looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before. The other person quickly turned his face away, and he also looked back, saying to Xue Qinglan, "Wait for me here a little."

He turned around and walked towards Fan Yang, the two exchanged a few words, Fan Yang beckoned for a bodyguard, and sent someone to lead two horses.After Wen Heng explained to Wen Changqing and others, he and Xue Qinglan rode together, jumped on the horse and swung their whips, and galloped towards the capital.

At dusk, the two arrived in the capital, entered from the Yusheng gate in the west, and found an inn along the main street to stay.Xue Qinglan had slept for less than five hours in total in the past few days, and was so sleepy that she could hardly hold her chopsticks when eating, and was pitifully tired.Wen Heng couldn't see that he was struggling, so he sent him to sleep early, while he settled down in the next room, cross-legged on the couch, and adjusted his breathing to calm down.

The previous poisonous injury still has a tail left, and today he was involved again when fighting with Master Ninth. The injury has signs of recurrence, and it needs to be healed in time.After two days of entering the palace to steal the sword, there is no room for any mistakes. In case of encountering the inner guards, a fierce battle will inevitably occur. At that time, not only will I have to pay for myself, but Xue Qinglan will also be implicated.

Fortunately, his Ling Xiaozhen has been practiced proficiently, and with the help of innate zhenqi, after practicing for an hour, his chest feels relaxed, and most of the hidden wounds in his body have healed. After another hour has passed, Wen Heng's internal strength has recovered by eighth Ninety percent.After this tempering, his sea of ​​qi was much wider than before, and his true qi flowed more smoothly. He vaguely felt that not only his martial arts, but also his state of mind had improved, and he had glimpsed a new level.

When the meritorious deeds are complete, the five senses return one by one, and the first thing he perceives is a deep darkness.It was still twilight when Wen Heng entered the house, so no lights were lit. It was already late at night, and there were no candles in the house, making it extremely dark.The inability to see things makes people's hearing more acute: the sound of rain outside the window, the friction of tables, chairs and benches downstairs, footsteps and people's voices... and the subtle "squeak" sound of the bed board next door turning over and over again.

Wen Heng got up to get a fire and lit the lamp, and listened carefully, it was indeed Xue Qinglan's voice.He thought to himself that it's only been two hours, so he wouldn't wake up after sleeping for such a short time, could it be that he was haunted by a nightmare?

There is only one wall between him and Xue Qinglan. This wall is made of wooden boards, so there is no sound insulation at all.Wen Heng thought for a while, reached out and knocked three times tentatively on the wall beside the bed, the other end fell silent for a moment, and then answered three times clearly.

Come on, I really can't sleep.

Wen Heng simply raised his voice, raised his voice and said to the neighbor: "Come here."

After a while, Xue Qinglan knocked on the door and came in.His attire was the same as before, his hair had not been removed, he was rolling on the bed in a mess, his face was pale and faintly blue, it seemed that not only did he not rest, but he was even more tired.

"Why didn't you sleep?" Wen Heng asked him to sit down and poured him a cup of half-warm tea, "Moisturize your lips first, are you hungry?"

Xue Qinglan was woken up by freezing in the middle of his sleep. At this moment, he had a splitting headache and his limbs were cold. It felt like he was suffering in an ice cave. It seemed that a piece of ice had fallen in his stomach. Looking at the herbal tea, he felt nauseous, and he couldn't even speak. I couldn't even lift it up, I just shook my head lazily.

Wen Heng was so sensitive, he stretched out his hand and pulled him over, tested the temperature on his forehead, and touched his cold hands, knowing that he was uncomfortable, so he lowered his voice very softly: "Is your body cold? Is it an old problem again?"

Xue Qinglan called him to put his hands in his palms, and he got a little warmth. The feeling that his lungs were about to be frozen was relieved a little, and he answered with a low "hmm".

Wen Heng had just mentioned him in the morning, but now his brows were frowned into a pimple.He held Xue Qinglan's hands, turned him half a circle, turned his back to him, pressed his single palm on his back, and sent a warm and pure qi into Xue Qinglan's body along the vital point of the vest, Run along the meridian for a week, help him dredge and activate the blood vessels, and force out the yin and cold air in the body.

Xue Qinglan half leaned in his arms, letting him move in a daze.As the true energy flowed through the limbs and bones, the chill like a gangrene gradually melted away, and his legs filled with lead slowly regained consciousness. It was as if he had just thawed from the ice and coughed from the depths of his lungs. Let out a mouthful of cool air that lasts for years.

Wen Heng guided him to exercise his kung fu to drive out the cold, and the front was going smoothly, but when he reached the heart vein, he didn't know where he touched, Xue Qinglan suddenly fell forward, sweat instantly appeared on his forehead, and even his shoulders and back trembled and curled up. Resisting the pain, he said, "It won't work there...it hurts."

Wen Heng immediately withdrew his anger, seeing that something was wrong, he put his right hand on the waist and pulled him back, hugging him in a low voice to comfort him: "Don't be afraid, don't touch there, it's all right...does it still hurt?"

Xue Qinglan crouched in his arms and gasped for a moment, after a while of heart-wrenching pain, she shook her head and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

When his breath gradually calmed down, he supported Wen Heng's knees and sat up straight. He felt his hands and feet warmed up, and his headaches subsided a little, which showed that the exercises just now were indeed effective.When he turned his face and saw Wen Heng's worried face, he pulled himself together and forced a smile, "Did it scare you just now? It's much better now... This problem just looks scary, but in fact, if you don't care about it, you will be fine tomorrow."

"It's called 'looking scary'?" Wen Heng brushed away a strand of sweat-wet messy hair from his sideburns, his eyes were deep and deep, "If you want to fool people, you can find a decent excuse."

Xue Qinglan didn't answer him, but suddenly leaned forward and flicked lightly on his right arm: "Is there blood oozing here? Are you injured on your arm?"

"Small injury, don't worry about it." Wen Heng didn't even look at it, and said reluctantly, "What's the matter with your illness? It's been four or five years, why hasn't it improved at all, but it's worse than before ?”

Xue Qinglan just looked at him, smiled without saying a word.Wen Heng was baffled by his laughter, and it took him a while to realize that Xue Qinglan was laughing at him and reverted to his old ways just after talking about others, and was so angry that he wanted to pinch his face, "Little heartless, I'm telling you business, you're here To amuse your brother?"

Xue Qinglan dodged to the side, got up with a smile and said, "It's okay if I say it, I know it well. Wait a minute, I'll ask someone to prepare hot water and white cloth."

Wen Heng couldn't beat him or scold him, and there was nothing he could do about him, so he finally pulled him back on the round stool, stood up and walked out, and pressed his head gently and softly: "Give me the right hand." Just sit down and I'll go."