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 Drifting Star Sect and rushed over. Now that this is the case, it's almost time to go back?"
Xue Qinglan frowned deeply when she heard this, and answered without thinking, "I'll follow you."
"If you don't ask me what to do, just follow me. What if I ask you to accompany me to the Dragon Pool and Tiger's Den?" Wen Heng stared at him and said in a low voice, "Besides, didn't you run very fast in the inn before, why? Don't you run away this time?"
Xue Qinglan knew that what happened last time would definitely be scolded by Wen Heng, but she was not so guilty. He didn't have such confidence for others, relying on Wen Heng to hurt him, he said almost unreasonably: "It doesn't matter. I want to go, and I want to go to Longtan Tiger Cave."
Wen Heng almost didn't hold back his laughter, but he couldn't hold it anymore, and tapped his finger on his forehead lightly: "Speak well, don't be a rascal."
Xue Qinglan raised her head, but her voice was very 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, if you insist on driving me away, I will definitely follow."
Wen Heng and Xue Qinglan stood close to each other, and they were tall enough to see the faces of the people in front of them just by bowing their heads slightly. Xue Qinglan's face has been carefully retouched, and her face and eyebrows have changed. The original skin color was not obvious, but the tired blue and black eyes and bloodshot eyes couldn't hide it. Muzhou and Tianshou have traveled thousands of miles. He had to sleep in the wind and sleep on the road and hurry along with the stars and the moon, so that he could arrive in time today - just to see Wen Heng's safety with his own eyes.
Such a person, not to mention hard-hearted to drive him away, even to accompany him every step of the way under his nose, is not careful enough.
"Okay, then follow me." Wen Heng sighed, his eyes were helpless and gentle, he couldn't bear to say a heavy sentence, he just raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, saying: "You don't frown so much at a young age, and you're not afraid of getting old quickly."
His fingertips were a little warm, and they pressed his brows to his heart. In an instant, Xue Qinglan shuddered, and a familiar and strange palpitation arose, just like... just like the ancient tree by the terrace on Siyou Mountain that day. In the branches and leaves, he was held firmly in his arms by this man, and through his hazy tearful eyes, he suddenly saw his very close face.
Just touching and hugging, they have even experienced a more intimate bed together than this, how come there were no distracting thoughts at that time, but now they are in a state of uncertainty and madness
And he was so flustered, but he never thought of avoiding Wen Heng. The meaning of this person to him has long been far from being able to be summed up by the phrase "old friend and old friend".
"Why are you stupid?" Wen Heng saw that he was in a daze and didn't speak, his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of water mist, he couldn't help laughing, and asked, "Are you tired?"
Xue Qinglan was agitated by him, and returned to God: "Huh? What?"
"I said, how long has it been since you closed your eyes? You are so sleepy that you are all dumbfounded." Wen Heng looked up at the crowd, and happened to meet the gaze of the last Chu disciple. startled. Wen Heng felt that the man's face was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before. The other party quickly turned his face away, and he looked back, and said to Xue Qinglan, "Wait for me here."
He turned around and walked towards Fan Yang. The two talked a few words. Fan Yang waved to find a escort and sent someone to lead two horses. Wen Heng explained to Wen Changqing and others, and they rode with Xue Qinglan, prancing horses and whipping their whips, and galloped towards the capital.
At dusk, the two of them arrived in the capital, entered from Yusheng Gate in the west, and found an inn along the street to stay. Xue Qinglan slept for less than five hours in the past few days. She was so sleepy that she could barely hold her chopsticks while eating, and she was pitifully tired. Wen Heng couldn't see that he was uncomfortable and forced him to go to bed early, while he settled down in the next room and adjusted his breath on the couch with his knees crossed.
There is still a tail left in the previous poisonous injury. Today, I was involved in the hands with the nine masters. The injury is showing signs of recurrence, and it needs to be treated in time. Entering the palace to steal swords in two days, there is no room for mistakes. In case of encountering an internal guard, a fierce battle will inevitably occur. At that time, not only will he have to lose himself, but also Xue Qinglan will be implicated.
Fortunately, his Ling Xiao has really become proficient, and he has innate innate qi to assist him. After an hour of exercise, his chest will feel relaxed, and most of the internal wounds have healed. After another hour, Wen Heng's internal strength has recovered eight/ Ninety percent. After this tempering, his qi sea was much wider than before, and his infuriating qi movement became smoother and smoother.
When the meritorious deeds were completed and the five senses returned one by one, the first thing he perceived was a darkness. When Wen Heng entered the house, the sky was still dim, so no lights were lit. It was already late at night, and there were no candles in the house, making it extremely dark. The eyes can't see things, but it makes people's hearing more acute: the sound of rain outside the window, the rubbing of tables, chairs and benches downstairs, the murmur of footsteps... and the subtle "squeak" sound from the next door tossing and turning the bed.
Wen Heng got up to get the fire and lit the lamp, and then listened carefully, it was indeed Xue Qinglan's voice. He thought to himself that it had only been two hours, so he would not wake up after sleeping for such a short time. Could it be that he was haunted by a nightmare
He and Xue Qinglan were only separated by a wall, which was a slatted wall and had no sound insulation at all. Wen Heng thought for a while, then reached out and tapped the wall on the side of the bed three times, the other end was silent for a moment, and then returned three clear times.
Come on, really can't sleep.
Wen Heng simply raised his voice and said to the next door, "Come here."
After a while, Xue Qinglan knocked on the door and came in. His clothes were the same as before, and his hair was not removed. He rolled on the bed in a mess, his face was pale and blue, and 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 half-warm cup of tea, "Moisten your lips first, are you hungry?"
Xue Qinglan was half asleep and woke up alive. At this moment, her headache was splitting and her limbs were cold. The taste was like suffering in an ice cave. It was like a piece of ice fell in her stomach. Looking at the herbal tea, she felt nauseated, and she didn't even have the strength to speak. Can't even mention it, just shook his head slyly.
Wen Heng was so sharp, 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, his voice was very soft: "Is it cold on your body? Is it an old problem again?"
Xue Qinglan called him into the palm of his hands, and got a little warmth, the feeling that his heart was about to be frozen a little relieved, and he gave a low "um" as an answer.
Wen Heng only talked about him in the morning, and now his brows became a pimple. He grabbed Xue Qinglan's hands, turned his body in a half circle, turned his back to him, pressed a single palm on his back, and sent a warm and pure infuriating qi into Xue Qinglan's body along the key point of his vest. It runs along the meridians for a week to help him dredging and activating blood vessels and forcing out the cold qi in the body.
Xue Qinglan leaned halfway in his arms, letting him move in a daze. As the infuriating qi roamed his limbs and bones, the chill like gangrene gradually melted away. His lead-filled legs slowly regained consciousness. The whole person seemed to be coughing from the depths of his heart as if he had just thawed from the ice. Let out a breath of cold air that lasts for years.
Wen Heng guided him to exercise power to drive away the cold, and the front was still smooth, but when he reached the heart, Xue Qinglan suddenly fell forward, sweating on his forehead, and even his shoulders and back were trembling and curled up. Reluctantly said: "No way there... it hurts."
Wen Heng immediately withdrew his infuriating anger. Seeing that something was wrong, he put his right hand around the waist and pulled him back. He hugged him in a low voice and comforted him, "Don't be afraid, don't touch there, it's alright... Does it still hurt?"
Xue Qinglan rested in his arms and breathed for a moment, relieved the pain of gouging out his heart, and shook his head: "It doesn't hurt anymore."
When his breath calmed down, he held Wen Heng's knees and sat up straight. He felt his hands and feet warmed up, and the headache was slightly lessened. It could be seen that the practice just now was really useful. When he turned his face, he saw Wen Heng's face full of worry. He folded his energy and smiled and said, "Did you scare you just now? It's much better now... The problem is that it looks scary. In fact, regardless of it, he will be fine tomorrow."
"It's called 'looking scary'?" Wen Heng brushed away a strand of sweat-soaked hair from his temples, his eyes were deep and deep, "If you want to fool people, find a decent excuse."
Xue Qinglan didn't answer him, but suddenly leaned forward and flicked his right arm: "Is there blood seeping here? Is there a wound on your arm?"
"Small injury, don't worry about it." Wen Heng didn't even look at it, and said unrelentingly, "What's the matter with your illness? It's been four or five years, why hasn't it gotten any better, but it's more serious than before. ?"
Xue Qinglan just looked at him and smiled without saying a word. Wen Heng was inexplicably laughed at by him, and it took a while to realize that Xue Qinglan was laughing at the fact that he had just finished talking about others, and he was so angry that he tried to pinch his face: "Little unconscience, I'm telling you the business, you are here. To entertain your brother?"
Xue Qinglan dodged to the side, got up with a smile and said, "It doesn't matter if you say it doesn't matter, I know it. Wait a minute, I'll ask someone to prepare hot water and a white cloth."
Wen Heng couldn't beat him, couldn't scold him, and there was no way to hold him. Finally, he pulled him hard and put him back on the round stool. He stood up and walked out. Sit down here, I'll go."