10. Resist temptation
The corridor of the bamboo house was very cool. There were four or five rooms with bamboo curtains on each side, and each room had windows for ventilation.
Hua Lang casually pointed to a room in the back and said to Xie Hanjing, "That's the room."
Xie Han lowered his head in shock, looking at Hua Lang's porcelain-white fingers tugging at his sleeve.
Hua Lang reacted and immediately let go of Xie Hanjing's sleeve. She cleared her throat uncomfortably and said, "Let's go."
"Yeah." Xie Hanjing followed her.
The two of them lifted the bamboo curtain. The room was simply furnished with a clean bamboo bed, a dressing table with a basin of water, and a small cloth bag hanging on the wall. Hua Lang walked over and opened it, and found some gauze and sutures inside.
Everything you need is here.
It was not until Xie Hanjing sat on the edge of the bed and Hua Lang held a knife in one hand and gauze in the other that she realized something was wrong.
Most of the wounds are hidden in the clothes. How should I start?
She could only bite the bullet and say, "...take off your clothes."
"Okay." Xie Hanjing curled his fingers slightly, but without much hesitation, he quickly began to undress.
As Xie Hanjing moved, his body, which still had a slightly youthful feel, was gradually exposed. His smooth waistline and subtle muscle lines were just right, and his Heavenly Fox bloodline was fully displayed in this aspect.
Hua Lang took a deep breath and warned himself in his heart, you are now a temporary doctor, no matter how good-looking the patient is, you must treat them equally!
Thinking this way, Hua Lang successfully eased the embarrassment in his heart, but the upright expression lasted less than a second before Hua Lang broke down.
It’s so pink, it doesn’t match your icy face at all!
Hua Lang was going crazy and peeking at the same time, it was really cute.
After Xie Hanjing took off his outer robe and shirt, he looked up and saw Hua Lang with a serious expression, staring at his... chest.
He asked, "What's wrong, Junior Master, but what's wrong here?"
It’s okay. It’s definitely okay.
Hua Lang slapped himself in the heart, reminding himself that this was the hero who practiced the ruthless way. Finally, he calmed down and said, "No, nothing, I just feel that the wound is quite pink."
"Wound?"
Xie Han lowered his head in shock, looking at his chest which showed no trace of any injuries.
Hua Lang wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into. She stumbled and tried to defend herself, "No, no! I mean, the wound on your body must be very painful. I'm here to help you extract the spiritual energy!"
Hua Lang clenched her knife tightly and moved closer to Xie Hanjing. Her smooth, porcelain-white skin was imperfect even when magnified... Hua Lang suddenly realized that the wound had healed on the surface, so how could she find the spiritual energy hidden beneath the skin?!
As a novice in the world of immortal cultivation, Hua Lang sweated slowly and felt the room getting hotter. He stared at his chest for a long time and didn't know what to do.
A slightly cold hand suddenly grasped her wrist. Hua Lang trembled and the knife almost slipped out of her hand.
Hua Lang looked at Xie Hanjing in astonishment when he suddenly moved.
Xie Han was shocked and whispered, "Excuse me, Junior Master."
Then he pressed her hand on his chest.
Hua Lang's fingertips touched his delicate skin, and his wrist trembled. The sharp knife instantly scratched Xie Hanjing's chest, leaving an imperceptible mark. Round beads of blood oozed out of the scar and hung on the jade-white skin, like fine red jade.
Dazzling and dazzling.
Hua Lang was about to pull her hand back when she felt a familiar breath, as if it was under her fingertips... She subconsciously exerted force with her fingertips and pressed down.
Xie Hanjing immediately let out a muffled groan.
Hua Lang reduced her force, and only then did she understand what Xie Hanjing meant.
While the golden elixir was running, she could sense her own spiritual energy, so she could judge where to strike the knife through the weak connection between the spiritual energy.
She held Xie Hanjing down, removed her hand, and carefully made a small incision, muttering a few incantations in her heart. Like a fish eager to return to the sea, her spiritual energy immediately squeezed out of Xie Hanjing's wound, attached itself to her palm, and returned to her meridians.
Aura can actually be recycled and reused.
This is much faster than refining the spiritual energy scattered in the world during cultivation.
Hua Lang immediately became full of energy and wanted to drain all the spiritual energy from Xie Hanjing.
Xie Hanjing only needed to lower her eyes to see Hua Lang's profile. She frowned slightly and pursed her lips, carefully observing his wound. Her soft fingertips moved across his skin, and with a slight sting, wisps of spiritual energy that were disturbing him were sucked away.
He felt his demon pill. When he saw Hua Lang before, his demon pill, which was full of cracks, always showed signs of collapse. He had no idea why. Fortunately, after he had a dream about detoxification, the strange phenomenon stopped.
Xie Hanjing was looking at Hua Lang quietly, while Hua Lang was concentrating on looking for the wound. The two of them were silent, with only the crisp sound of the wind blowing the bamboo curtain.
When the golden twilight brought a hint of chill to the bamboo house, the young disciples who were moving the drying plaques went up to the top of the mountain one after another. There were constant footsteps outside the bamboo house, and only then was the remaining spiritual energy in Xie Hanjing's body completely taken out.
Hua Lang relaxed her tense spirit, stood up straight, and twisted her neck. After being busy for so long, the input of spiritual energy made her even more energetic.
As she wrapped bandages around Xie Hanjing's upper body, she asked,
"Are there any other spiritual injuries?"
Xie Han shook his head in shock, "No more."
Xie Hanjing coordinated with her movements, raised his hand and let go, and together with her, he put the tools back in place, put on his clothes again, and said, "Junior Master, you have worked hard. Sit down and rest for a while."
There was no chair in the room, so Hua Lang sat down on the bed without thinking much. When she turned around and saw Xie Hanjing's profile, she realized something was wrong.
Sitting on the same bed with the male lead seems a little weird...
Hua Lang was hesitating whether to get up. Xie Hanjing seemed to notice that the cloth bag was not hung securely, so he stood up and tidied it up, then opened the window again. When he sat down again, he put a polite distance between the two of them.
Hua Lang breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the open window. The house was located at the end of the bamboo corridor, and from this window, one could see directly outside.
Outside the house, the sunset glowed golden. All the drying boards had been removed, revealing the sparse young grass on the ground. The grass leaves swayed gently, and in the thin spring breeze of Wuling Peak, they seemed as light as feathers.
The scenery is ordinary and beautiful.
Hua Lang narrowed his eyes slightly. In such an environment, he almost forgot that he was just a book traveler.
In her previous life, although she had enough food and clothing, the nanny who raised her died early, and her parents were so busy with work that it was as if they had never given birth to a daughter. They didn't speak to each other for a year or two. She often wondered, the only person in this world who cared about her was gone, so what was the purpose of her existence?
Confused about her life, she accepted 001's invitation without any hesitation.
A crane flapped its wings and flew past in the distance, scattering the chaotic clouds in the sky. The golden crow sank to the west, taking back the wisps of light from the sky. Hua Lang came back to his senses and realized that he had been in a daze for a long time.
Xie Hanjing also accompanied her, looking out the window quietly and enjoying the tranquility.
Hua Lang stood up and said, "It's getting late. I have to leave first. Do you want to stay at Wuling Peak or go back to the outer gate?"
Xie Hanjing stood up with her and closed the window. "I haven't been home for a day. Meiqiu is still in the bedroom. Besides... Junior Master has already healed my injuries. I shouldn't bother Master Gong anymore."
Hua Lang also thought of Meiqiu. Last time, it grabbed Xie Hanjing and himself and wanted to detoxify them. Not only did he blame it wrongly, but he also scared it.
Hua Lang felt a little regretful and hesitated, "Then I'll go with you to the outer gate and take a look at the coal balls."
Xie Han nodded in surprise, "Okay, disciple will go and say goodbye to Master Gong Feng now."
Hua Lang followed him and found Gong Huaqiu who was embroidering with a silver needle.
Gong Huaqiu didn't have time to deal with the two of them. He just waved his hand while holding the needle, pretending he understood.
Just as Hua Lang was about to step out of the door, Gong Huaqiu's voice could be heard from inside the house. He said concisely, "Go down the formation. There's a small path. There's no one on that path."
Hua Lang was stunned for a moment, then understood what he meant and replied, "I see. Thank you, Senior Brother!"
Dusk was falling, and lights had been lit on Zhixia Peak and Qijing Peak in the distance. Dots of warm light, like sparse stars, adorned the peaks, dispelling the darkness.
The two of them passed the formation and walked down, and sure enough, they saw a path about one person wide, winding its way down the mountain.
The two walked along the path, one in front and one behind. Xie Han, who was walking behind, looked at the hairpin on Hua Lang's head and asked, "Junior Master, what did you dream about after taking the antidote?"
Hua Lang's brain was working rapidly. If she told the truth, where would her junior master's face be? But if she told a lie, how could she make up a story?
Hua Lang's face was solemn, and she acted like a master uncle. However, Xie Han was behind her and couldn't see her face at all. Hua Lang said unawarely:
"What else can a person in his seventies or eighties dream of? Of course, I dreamed of my children around my knees, each of them carrying water and food to serve me. But I resisted the temptation and woke up."
Xie Han was surprised and thought for a moment, then asked, "Children around your knees?"
Hua Lang thought he was weird and asked, "Why are you asking this?"
Xie Han was surprised and said, "Nothing, I am just curious about the principle of this dream and want to see if there is anything in common with my uncle."
Hua Lang could understand him. After all, the dream was too real. If she hadn't dared to guarantee that Xie Hanjing would never get married, she would probably have been suspicious for a while.
Hua Lang was kind enough to remind him, "It's just a dream. Whatever you think about during the day, you will naturally dream about it at night. Now that the poison has been cured, there is no need to worry about it."
Xie Hanjing's heart was even more entangled. He responded, "Disciple understands. Thank you for your guidance, uncle."
The two of them walked along the path for a while, and sure enough, they didn't see anyone.
Hua Lang was extremely relaxed. Although Xie Hanjing was following behind him, compared to being watched by a group of people this morning, this little tail was nothing.
Just as I was thinking this, a figure appeared in front of me.
Hua Lang cursed inwardly that he was a jinx, but there was only one way forward, so she could only keep moving forward.
As she got closer, the more she looked at this person, the more she felt something was wrong.
The young man's eyes were covered with white gauze, hiding his iconic light amber fox eyes. Under his straight nose, his lips were seductively red. He had fluffy, slightly curly hair and was wearing the uniform issued by Qinglai. He stood in the middle of the road with a dazed look on his face.
Isn't this... Yan Rong? !
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