Chun Feng Du Jian

However, Wen Heng practiced his lightness kung fu, and based on his memory when he came, he sprinted on a dark mountain road. After an unknown period of time, he suddenly felt a weight on his shoulder, and Xue Qinglan's arm around his neck fell down softly. The internal injury was serious, no matter how difficult it was to support, she passed out completely.

Wen Heng was running fast with his true qi, his whole body was hot, and he didn't notice it for a while, until now he realized that the body of the person in his arms was getting colder and colder. He hurriedly hugged Xue Qinglan and turned into the woods beside the road, leaning against a thick ancient tree. Put him down gently under the tree.Xue Qinglan also felt pain in a coma, and couldn't help groaning, Wen Heng didn't know how his injury was, so he hesitated a little, but his life was at stake, so he made up his mind to untie his belt, stretched out his hand to loosen his underwear, and borrowed With the faint moonlight shining into the forest, I saw a black and purple palm print on Xue Qinglan's chest, which was especially clear against the cold white complexion.

Wen Heng's heart sank heavily, knowing that something was wrong, he covered his clothes, turned around, put one hand on his shoulder and the other on the back of his heart, continuously pouring Wen Chun's internal energy into his body through the big acupoint on his back.After about half a moment, Xue Qinglan's body gradually returned to temperature, and with a low "huh", she woke up.

Wen Heng rested his right hand on his wrist, and felt that his pulse was weak. Although it was stronger than before, it was still withered. It was obvious that the injury was extremely serious, and it could not be healed by sending true energy.He was anxious and anxious in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it on his face. He could only hold Xue Qinglan tightly in his arms from behind, warm him with his own body temperature, and asked softly, "What do you feel uncomfortable? Does your chest hurt?"

Xue Qinglan's eyelashes trembled, and he managed to open his eyes, stared at him for a moment, and said in a very weak voice: "No..."

"You," Wen Heng knew that he was afraid that he was worried, and he refused to tell the truth. His heartache became worse, and he wished to replace him with his own body, so that he would not suffer less. "Don't worry, we will go down the mountain to find a doctor right away." , no matter what method you use, it will definitely heal your injury."

Xue Qinglan replied with a "huh" and gasped for a while, before finally gathering enough breath, he asked intermittently: "Brother Heng, I will take you away in a coma on my own initiative... and you are still locked in the villa... Are you Are you... very angry with me?"

Wen Heng originally wanted to answer "no", but seeing his earnest eyes, he was afraid that if he followed his answer blindly, it would make him feel uneasy, so he said: "I am not angry at you for making your own decisions, but at you for not caring for yourself. If you tied me up, why didn't you ask me to help you deal with Chu Songzheng? It's better for the two of us to join forces than you to fight alone—"

He suddenly came to his senses in the middle of speaking, and when he looked at Xue Qinglan, he saw a smile in his eyes: "Aren't you ashamed... I persuaded you that way at the beginning, why didn't you listen?"

Wen Heng sighed, there was nothing he could do with him: "What time is it, and I'm still thinking about these things..." He suddenly heard him ask softly: "Brother Heng, the few words you said on stage just now What...what do you mean?"

There was only a layer of window paper between the two of them, and it was almost pierced that night at Yueying Mountain, but they were interrupted by those unlucky killers, and they never found a suitable opportunity.Tonight, in front of many heroes in the world, Xue Qinglan risked his life to clear his name. Even if he didn't say that, Wen Heng would never get it wrong—he was already one step late, and no matter what, he couldn't come later It's the second time.

"If the 'Qinglan swordsmanship' is considered obscure, then don't you understand what I mean when you hear 'beloved'?" Wen Heng lifted him a little, lowered his head to his forehead, and murmured He whispered in his ear, "Of course my beloved is you... only you."

Xue Qinglan almost melted into the warmth of his embrace, only to feel his heart agitated, a rush of blood rushed to his throat, his eyes turned black, and his chest hurt like being hit over and over again by a hammer; but in this pain It is also mixed with extreme joy, like a raging fire in the cold night, even if it will burn you, you still hold it tight and refuse to let go.

"Brother Heng..."

He half-closed his eyes and calmed down for a while, swallowed a mouthful of blood in his throat, and then rubbed Wen Heng's forehead, and asked in a low voice: "Could it be that I'm going to die, and you're coaxing me on purpose?"

Wen Heng immediately raised his hand and slapped him on the back, but he was reluctant to use a little force, and reprimanded: "Don't talk nonsense."

Xue Qinglan smiled softly, and wanted to reach out to touch his face, but unfortunately he was so weak that he only lifted half way before falling down feebly.Wen Heng grabbed his hand and pressed it to his cheek, and said softly: "I didn't coax you, I had already decided that in my heart, so I blurted out naturally."

Xue Qinglan touched his warm skin with her fingertips, her heart was filled with tenderness, but her eyes shed tears for a moment, she smiled and said: "I know you have always treated me well... but I never thought that delusion would come true one day, with your words If so, I will die without regret.”

Wen Heng saw that his voice was weakened, and he seemed to be falling asleep again. He felt great grief, held back his tears and said in a low voice: "Fool, what nonsense, but I suffered a little internal injury, and it will be cured soon."

Xue Qinglan was in a daze, consciously blurred in vision and unable to support her strength, but she still echoed him and said, "It's just... treat me well, and I will live another hundred years, and stay with you forever...for the rest of my life..." Before he could finish speaking, his body suddenly went limp, he fell into Wen Heng's arms, and passed out again.

Wen Heng hurriedly checked his pulse and breath, but fortunately he was still alive, and pressed against the vital points on his back to send internal energy. After about a stick of incense, Xue Qinglan's breathing gradually recovered, and a little blood appeared on his face.A rustling wind passed by in the forest, blowing Wen Heng's spirits. He hugged Xue Qinglan who was unconscious, and his heart seemed to be poured with cold water. , otherwise, why would you have to face the pain of parting from life and death as soon as you tasted the joy of two loves?"

It was as if the snowy night seven years ago had come again. Even though he was now highly skilled in martial arts and superb in swordsmanship, he was still as powerless as an immature boy in the face of the impermanence of life and death and artificiality.

Wen Heng bent down deeply, and pressed a kiss on Xue Qinglan's brow. He was so depressed for a moment, then raised his head to cheer up, and said in his heart: "The inner strength and mind methods I have seen since I was a child have fifty if not one hundred. All healing methods are similar, they are nothing more than borrowing other people's internal strength to open up their own meridians. Qinglan's injury has a colder air than others. As long as the cold air in his body is suppressed first, and then supplemented with the healing method in "Ling Xiao Zhen Jing", Use internal force to guide his own true qi to circulate, and the internal injury will heal itself. It will not be too late to find a famous doctor to heal him from the cold evil. There must be a way before the car reaches the mountain, and the patient is still lying here. I messed up my feet."

Having made up his mind, he immediately picked up Xue Qinglan and continued to walk down the mountain. After driving for more than an hour, when the sky gradually dawned, he came to a town at the foot of Hengwu Mountain.Wen Heng found an inn in the east of the town, asked for a room to live in, and gave the clerk an extra penny, asking him to invite a local doctor to see Xue Qinglan.

As soon as the doctor got his pulse, he shook his head repeatedly and said "It can't be cured". Wen Heng was already mentally prepared, and he was not discouraged when he heard the words, and asked, "Sir, do you know which medicine hall has good ginseng?" Knowing what he meant, he waved his hand to persuade him: "My lord, don't say that there are not many good medicines in this town. Even if you have the ability to find a thousand-year-old ginseng, it will be in vain. You should spend less money and prepare for the funeral as soon as possible." Bar."

Wen Heng didn't want to hear his frustrating words anymore, and he didn't argue, he just said: "I'll take care of myself, Mr. Lao, please come here." He sent the doctor away, and went to the pharmacy in the town to grab some astragalus and angelica. There is no ginseng for warming and tonic medicinal materials such as ginseng, so ginseng slices are used instead.After returning to the inn, he handed over the medicinal materials to the clerk to stew chicken soup, and swallowed ginseng slices for Xue Qinglan. Sure enough, at noon, Xue Qinglan woke up slowly, and called "Brother Heng" leisurely.

Wen Heng sat sideways on the edge of the bed, helped him up and leaned against his arms, and said with concern: "Are you awake? How do you feel about your body? Is there any discomfort?"

Xue Qinglan shook her head and said, "Nothing else, just a very bitter mouth...give me a glass of water."

Wen Heng took the teacup with one hand to feed him, Xue Qinglan took a few sips with his hand, and when he spoke again, his voice sounded stronger than before: "Where is this? Why is it already dawn."

Wen Heng said: "It's a town at the foot of Hengwu Mountain. Let's settle down for now and go elsewhere tomorrow."

Xue Qinglan raised his hand to caress his blue eyes, and because of the lack of energy in his heart, the ending sound fell straight down, which sounded very soft: "Don't hurry, brother Heng, you have been running around all night, and you have damaged a lot of internal strength , lie down and rest first, okay?"

Wen Heng held his hand, lowered his head and kissed his pale fingertips, and said, "I'm not tired."

Xue Qinglan smiled, snuggled into his neck, and said in a low voice: "I know you want to find a doctor to heal my injury, but if I kill Xue Ci, no famous doctor in the world will treat me, so Don't worry, life and death are life and death, and you can't ask for it."

"It's okay, don't force it." Wen Heng kissed his forehead and replied softly, "I can cure you myself without them, do you believe me or not?"

Xue Qinglan closed her eyes and nodded, "Of course... Which sentence did I not believe in what you said?"

"Then relax, just take care of your wounds, and leave the rest to me." Wen Heng straightened his messy hair one by one, and said softly, "Last night you said that you would get better and stay with me for the rest of your life. You have to keep your word too.”

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