But he said that Wen Heng used light work, and based on the memory of when he came, he ran quickly on a dark mountain road. After some time, he suddenly felt a heavy weight on his shoulders, and Xue Qinglan's arm around his neck fell down softly. The internal injury was very serious, and it was difficult to support, and completely fainted.
Wen Heng was running fast with his True Qi, his whole body was hot, and he didn't notice it for a while. It was only now that 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. Put him down gently under the tree. Xue Qinglan also felt pain in the coma, and couldn't help but groaned. Wen Heng still didn't know how badly he was injured, so he hesitated a little, but his life was at stake. Looking at the faint moonlight that shone into the woods, Xue Qinglan saw a black and purple palm print on her chest, which was particularly clear against the cold white skin.
Wen Heng's heart sank heavily. He knew something was wrong, so he covered his clothes, turned around, put one hand on his shoulder and the other on his back, and poured Wen Chun's inner strength into his body continuously through the big acupoint on his back. After about half a moment, Xue Qinglan's body gradually returned to temperature, and she woke up with a low "uh" sound.
Wen Heng put his right hand on his wrist, only to feel that his pulse was weak. Although it was stronger than before, it was still a sign of withering. Obviously, the injury was extremely serious, and it could not be healed by itself by sending infuriating qi. His heart was anxious and anxious, but he didn't dare to show the slightest 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, "Where do you feel? Does your chest hurt?"
Xue Qinglan's eyelashes trembled, she managed to open her 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 would not tell the truth, and his distress was getting worse, and he wanted to replace him with his own body, so that he would suffer less, "don't worry, we will go down the mountain to find a doctor. , no matter what method you use, it will definitely heal your wounds."
Xue Qinglan replied with an "um", and after breathing for a while, she managed to save her breath and asked intermittently, "Brother Heng, I took you away from the daze at my own initiative... and I'm still locked in the villa... Are you... Are you mad at me?"
Wen Heng originally wanted to answer "no", but seeing his bright eyes, he was afraid that he would just follow his answer, which would make him uneasy, so he said: "I am not angry with you for making your own decisions, but because you don't care about yourself, since you are all You tied me, why didn't you ask me to help you deal with Chu Songzheng? It's better for us to join forces than you to fight alone—"
Halfway through he said, he suddenly reacted, and when he saw Xue Qinglan, he saw a smile in his eyes: "Ashamed or not... I persuaded you that way back then, why didn't you listen?"
Wen Heng sighed, but there was no way to hold him: "What time is it, I'm still thinking about these things..." He suddenly heard him gently ask: "Brother Heng, those few words you just said on the stage. ... what does that mean?"
There was only a layer of window paper between the two, and they almost pierced it when they were in Yueying Mountain that night, 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 gave his life to wash away his stigma. Even if he didn't say it, Wen Heng would never be wrong - he's already a step late, no matter what. I'm back.
"If 'Qinglan swordsmanship' is considered obscure, then you hear 'beloved', don't you understand what I mean?" Wen Heng held him up a little, lowered his head to touch his forehead, and murmured at him He whispered, "Of course my beloved is you... only you."
Xue Qinglan almost melted into the warmth of his embrace, only to feel his heart pounding, a surge of blood rushed to his throat, his eyes turned black, and his chest hurt as if being smashed over and over by a hammer; It was also mixed with extreme joy, as if it were a raging fire in the cold night, even if it would be burned, it would not let go.
"Brother Heng..."
He calmed down for a while with his eyes half closed, swallowed a mouthful of blood in his throat, then rubbed Wen Heng's forehead and asked in a low voice, "Is it because I'm dying, are you deliberately coaxing me?"
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 fell weakly after only lifting half of it. Wen Heng grabbed his hand and put it on his cheek, and said softly, "I didn't coax you, it's because I already thought so in my heart, so I blurted out naturally."
Xue Qinglan's fingertips touched his warm skin, her heart was full of tenderness, but tears flowed from her eyes for a while, she smiled and said, "I know you have always treated me well... But I didn't expect that delusions will come true one day, with your words. , I shall die without regret."
Seeing that his voice was weakening, Wen Heng seemed to be about to fall asleep again. He mourned deeply, and whispered with tears in his eyes: "Fool, what nonsense are you talking about, but you have suffered a little internal injury and will be cured soon."
Xue Qinglan was dazed, consciously blurred vision, and unable to support her strength, but she still attached to him: "It's... when I get better, I will live another hundred years, and stay with you for a long time... a generation..." Without saying a word After that, his body suddenly softened, fell into Wen Heng's arms, and fainted again.
Wen Heng hurriedly checked his pulse and breath, but luckily there was still life, and he pressed the key points of his vest to deliver internal force. After about a stick of incense, Xue Qinglan's breathing gradually recovered, and her face was slightly bloody. The wind passed through the forest, making Wen Heng agitated. He embraced Xue Qinglan, who was unconscious, as if someone had poured cold water into his heart. Otherwise, why do you have to face the pain of parting from life and death just after you have tasted the taste of mutual affection?"
It seems that the snowy night seven years ago has come again, even though he is now strong in martial arts and superb in swordsmanship, he is still as powerless as a young boy in the face of the impermanence of life and death and the artificial transformation.
Wen Heng leaned down deeply and placed a kiss on Xue Qinglan's brow. He was so depressed for a moment, then raised his head to cheer up, and said to himself, "I've never seen one hundred or fifty of the internal methods since I was a child. All methods of healing are the same, except that they use other people's internal strength to open up their own meridians. Qinglan's injury is more cold than others. As long as he suppresses the cold in his body first, and then supplements it with the healing method in "Lingxiao Zhenjing", With his inner strength to guide his own true qi circulation, the internal injury can heal itself, and then it will not be too late to visit a famous doctor to treat him with cold evil. There must be a way before the car reaches the mountain, and the patient is still lying here, I must not be the first. Disorganized."
He had made up his mind, immediately picked up Xue Qinglan and continued down the mountain, rushing the road for more than an hour, and when the sky was getting brighter, 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 shop assistant an extra penny and silver, asking him to invite a local doctor to see Xue Qinglan.
That Langzhong only took a pulse, then shook his head repeatedly and said, "It can't be cured." Wen Heng was 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: "Master, don't say that there are not many good medicines in this town, even if you have the ability to search for thousand-year-old ginseng, it will be in vain, it is better to spend less money and prepare for the aftermath as soon as possible. Bar."
Wen Heng didn't want to listen to him again, he didn't argue, he just said, "I'll take care of it myself, Mr. Lao, please come here." Warm tonic herbs such as ginseng are used instead of ginseng. After returning to the inn, he gave the medicinal herbs to the clerk to stew the chicken soup, and gave Xue Qinglan ginseng tablets. Sure enough, by noon, there was improvement. Xue Qinglan slowly woke up and called out "Brother Heng".
Wen Heng sat sideways on the edge of the bed, lifted him up against his arms, and said with concern, "Awake? How do you feel, and 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 a teacup in one hand to feed him, Xue Qinglan took a few sips from his hand, and when he spoke again, his voice sounded stronger than before: "Where is this? Why is it getting brighter?"
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 her hand and stroked the back of his blue eyes. Due to the lack of air, the ending sound fell straight down, which sounded extraordinarily soft: "Don't be busy, Brother Heng, you have been running around all night, and you have damaged a lot of internal strength. , lie down and take a rest, okay?"
Wen Heng took his hand, lowered his head and kissed his pale fingertips, saying, "I'm not tired."
Xue Qinglan smiled, snuggled into his neck, and said in a low voice: "I know that you are all thinking about finding a doctor to heal my injury, but I killed Xue Ci, and there will be no famous doctor in the world who will take care of me, so Don't be in a hurry, you have life and death, and you can't ask for it."
"It's okay, don't force it." Wen Heng kissed his forehead and replied warmly, "I can cure you without them, do you believe me?"
Xue Qinglan closed her eyes and nodded, "Naturally... Which word you said I didn't believe?"
"Then relax, just take care of the wounds, and leave the rest to me." Wen Heng straightened his hair on the temples one by one, and said softly, "Last night you said that you would get better, stay with me for the rest of your life, you Talk too."
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