The bonfire was raging, and the burning wood made a beep-beep-beep sound. A pot of soup on the fire was already burning hot, but it still had less than three minutes of heat left.
He Xie sat by the fire, listening to the whining and roaring wind, and looking at the falling snow outside the window.
Wang Yuyan was wrapped in a pure white fox fur, leaning on He Xie's shoulder, looking at the swaying flames, lost in thought.
Her face was slightly pale, and she looked frail and recovering from a serious illness.
Fifteen days have passed since the day she was seriously injured and dying due to the shock from He Xie's internal force.
In the past fifteen days, He Xie has been taking good care of her and taking care of her in every possible way. From the time when it was difficult for her to move her fingers, she can now move freely.
Except for her family, Wang Yuyan has never received such care. She enjoys He Xie's tenderness and attentiveness, but her heart has always been unable to calm down and suffered.
"On a snowy night in the chaotic mountains, I am a stranger in a lonely land..." Suddenly, He Xie beside him let out a sigh, which attracted Wang Yuyan's attention.
Wang Yuyan raised her head and looked at He Xie's side face. The anxiety and worry in her heart suddenly disappeared in an instant.
"Are you... homesick?" she asked curiously, "I've never heard you mention where your home is?"
He Xie smiled: "It's just a temporary emotion."
He changed the topic and said: "After drinking today's dose of medicine, your injury will be no longer serious. Starting tomorrow, you can continue to practice internal strength."
Fifteen days ago, when He Xie was practicing martial arts at a critical moment, Wang Yuyan slapped him and was injured by He Xie's body-protecting Qi.
He Xie was awakened immediately, and when he took a pulse, he found that Wang Yuyan was on her deathbed, with only one breath left.
His skills of more than a hundred years are extraordinary. Wang Yuyan's heart was broken. Logically speaking, even a deity could not save her. Even if He Xie exchanged a large pill for her and fed it to her, she was still unconscious.
In the past fifteen days, He Xie used century-old mountain ginseng, Ganoderma lucidum and other powerful tonics to kill Wang Yuyan every day. He also spent two hours every day sorting out her meridians and regulating her qi and blood, finally bringing her life back.
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Over the course of fifteen days, the relationship between the two people quickly heated up, but because of Murong Fu's relationship, the ambiguity between the two people was always superficial and never went beyond the realm of possibility.
But, it's just a matter of time.
Wang Yuyan frowned slightly, rolled her eyes at He Xie, and said, "If I don't practice Kung Fu now, what's the use?"
"You can't lose my people, right?" He Xie lowered his head and looked into Wang Yuyan's eyes with a slight smile.
Wang Yuyan's heart suddenly jumped up and down, and she quickly turned her head, but a flash of red reached her ears.
He Xie smiled and just teased her a few words. Suddenly his expression changed, he looked outside the temple and said, "Someone is coming."
After a pause, he added: "All nine of them have martial arts skills."
Although Wang Yuyan didn't hear anything, she had already established full trust in He Xie along the way. She couldn't help but frown and said, "Are those in the wilderness coming for us?"
He Xie shook his head: "Think of it as a passerby who has missed the moment like us."
Before she finished speaking, Wang Yuyan heard the noisy footsteps coming in a hurry.
"Huh? There's someone inside?" A rough voice asked in surprise.
"Whatever, as long as it's not a Bodhisattva in the temple!" Another sharp voice sounded, "Let's go in first!"
Then the broken door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and a group of people wearing bamboo hats and raincoats, each with a knife at their waist, swarmed in.
The cold wind blew into the temple, making the campfire roar and flicker. Wang Yuyan subconsciously shrank her neck and couldn't help turning her head away, while He Xie couldn't help but frown.
These people took off their bamboo hats one after another and shook off the snow on their bodies, but they were nine unkempt men, looking strangely shaped.
The leader was a tall man. He looked at He Xie and Wang Yuyan up and down, cupped his fists and said, "Brother, please come. Nine of my brothers are at the wrong time and want to stay here for the night. Please don't be offended if I bother you!"
He Xie glanced at the nine people casually and said calmly: "The temple is a place for Bodhisattva, and it naturally saves people in the world. What you are disturbing is not me, but the Bodhisattva."
The man was stunned, then suddenly laughed and said: "Brother, you are right!"
After saying that, he turned around and winked at the other people, telling them to be careful, and then the nine of them walked toward the other end of the temple in silence.
When walking in the rivers and lakes, eyesight is the most important thing. He Xie and Wang Yuyan's clothes are gorgeous and their temperament is extraordinary. What's more, the sword box placed by the fire tells them that this young man is a practicing master. No matter how deep He Xie is, they will
Don't want to cause trouble.
The nine people had a clear division of labor, and soon they lit the bonfire, boiled the wine, and took out the dry food to eat.
"Brother, how many drinks would you like to have?" the leading man invited He Xie.
He Xie shook his head and refused, unwilling to say more.
The man was bored but not annoyed. He smiled and sat down on his own. A skinny short man looked unhappy and muttered a few words, as if he was sarcastic about He Xie's lack of appreciation, but was immediately scolded by the man.
, and smiled apologetically at He Xie.
This point made He Xiegao look at this man twice.
After three rounds of drinking, the nine people saw that He Xie was just talking to Wang Yuyan in a low voice and there was no other movement. Their vigilance gradually dissipated and they began to chat among themselves.
One of the mustaches said proudly: "Brother, the dog official surnamed Lu paid such a high price for our brothers this time. He has the foresight to do this deal. We, Yan'an Jiulong, can be considered famous in this pass!"
The burly man said in a deep voice: "Old Qi, be careful what you say!"
After saying that, he glanced behind him intentionally or unintentionally, and glanced at his mustache with a warning look.
The mustache chuckled lightly: "Brother, is it still a secret in the entire Jingzhao Prefecture that Chang'an Prefecture Yin has offered a huge reward to Quan? In the past two months, how many swordsmen have died in the hands of Quan.
Who doesn’t know?”
The burly man thought for a while and realized that this was also the case. Although he was still a little dissatisfied with his brother's open words, he didn't say anything more.
"The martial arts man named Quan is very strong and must not be careless." He said sternly, "Hua Lingzi Song Degui and the lightning knife Wang Tianwang were all broken in his hands. Even four of the Seven Heroes of Baoping died. This shows that this man's martial arts skills are not empty.
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"That's because we, Yan'an Jiulong, didn't take action!" The short and thin man who had previously mocked He Xie sneered, "Who are the Seven Heroes of Baoping? If we hadn't been merciful eleven years ago, how would they have had the chance to become the Seven Heroes?"
"Third brother is right!" Another one with a sallow complexion said with triangular eyes, "Brother, Quan used to be famous because he was the elder of the Dazhi Branch of the Beggar Clan! But now he has been expelled from the Beggar Clan.
, a mere abandoned disciple still wants to establish a sect, it is simply the most ridiculous thing in the world!"