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    The night was like water, with snowflakes falling. Although there was a warm light inside the main hall, the large gold-painted pillars exuded a deep cold dark light.

    While Yun Jingxuan was talking to Han Ying, Ling Xiaoruo had already found paper and ink and wrote down the first aid prescription.

    After finishing writing, she brought the rice paper to Yun Jingxuan. The fragrance of the ink came with the wind. Yun Jingxuan couldn't help but turn his eyes to look at her. Ling Xiaoruo lowered his eyes and did not look at his ink.  Hitomi only said to him: "Look at this recipe."

    Yun Jingxuan's lips curved slightly, and his slender fingers slowly stretched out. He took the prescription, without looking at it, directly handed it to Han Ying, and said to him: "Han Ying, immediately follow the medicinal ingredients on the prescription.  Catch him, and be quick."

    "Yes!" Hanying heard this and immediately stood up, took the prescription and left the hall.

    After he left, Yun Jingxuan turned around and went to Xuanyuan Chen's side, helped him up, and then sat cross-legged behind him, preparing to use his internal power to heal his injuries.

    After sitting down, he raised his eyes and said to Ling Xiaoruo: "You don't have to worry. I will use my inner strength to heal the senior brother's injuries first. Now I can only stabilize the injury to prevent it from getting worse."

    Ling Xiaoruo blinked her eyes. Although she heard Yun Jingxuan speak like this, she still felt uneasy. It wasn't that she didn't trust her and Yun Jingxuan's medical skills, but that the senior brother's current situation was really uncomfortable.  Easy to say.  If in modern times, she had many first aid measures, but in ancient times when medical conditions were very limited, she was really helpless in such a situation.

    She nodded slightly, clasping her hands beside her and waiting patiently.

    Yun Jingxuan raised his hand, gathering Qi in his palm, and slowly stretched it to Xuanyuan Chen's vest to heal his injuries.

    Xuanyuan Chen closed his eyes tightly, his handsome eyebrows were furrowed deeply, his lips were as pale as paper, and there were still solidified blood stains hanging on the corners of his lips.

    Yun Jingxuan used his inner strength to heal his wounds. There were curls of white smoke rising from his palms and the top of his head. His eyes were closed tightly and his forehead was soaked with sweat.

    Small beads of sweat gathered together into one large one, dripping down his forehead and into his eyes.

    Ling Xiaoruo stood beside him. When she saw the beads of sweat on his forehead, she moved her hands slightly, wondering if she should wipe away the tears on his forehead to prevent the sweat from slipping into his eyes and affecting his movement.

    When she was about to raise her hand, she saw Xuanyuan Hong, who was kneeling on the ground, got up and went to Yun Jingxuan. He took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat off his forehead in a few strokes.

    Ling Xiaoruo's eyes twitched when she saw Xuanyuan Hong's quick movements. Just as she was about to turn around, she heard Xuanyuan Hong say to her in a low voice: "This is for you."

    Yun Jingxuan, who was originally doing exercises to heal Xuanyuan Chen's injuries, moved his eyes slightly at this time.

    Ling Xiaoruo lowered her eyes, and a white handkerchief appeared in front of her eyes. She stared at the handkerchief, and there was a slightly wet spot. It was obvious that this handkerchief was used by Xuanyuan Hong for Yun Jing.  The one where Xuan dried up his sweat.

    "It's a woman's job to wipe sweat." Seeing Ling Xiaoruo being slightly stunned, Xuanyuan Hong immediately put the handkerchief into her hand and said matter-of-factly.

    After saying that, he turned around and knelt back.

    Ling Xiaoruo turned around and looked at Xuanyuan Hong, who was coming and going like the wind. He felt that he was very interesting. If he wanted to wipe himself, why did he have to order himself to wipe it?

    Ling Xiaoruo held the handkerchief, turned back to look at Yun Jingxuan, and found that there was a glistening bead of sweat hanging on the bridge of his nose. She sighed inwardly, and slowly leaned over and raised her hand to help him.  Wiped the sweat on his nose.

    The time spent doing the exercises was long and boring, and the handkerchief used to wipe away the sweat had already been soaked. The incense in the green cauldron was filled with five dragons spitting beads, and the hourglass was silently counting the hours.

    Because the handkerchief was soaked through, Ling Xiaoruo had to use his sleeves to wipe Yun Jingxuan's sweat.  However, when she leaned over to wipe the sweat from his eyes, those phoenix eyes as deep as a cold pool opened unexpectedly.

    The dark pupils seemed to have a gravitational force, making Ling Xiaoruo's eyes widen. He stared at him for a moment, and the gesture of wiping sweat froze in the air.

    Yun Jingxuan stared at her, his eyes filled with thousands of emotions.

    The two of them looked at each other like threads, like colorful clouds in the sky, floating lightly.

    "Prince Jing, the medicine is ready." Han Ying's unexpected voice interrupted the two of them who were speechless.

    Yun Jingxuan immediately withdrew his gaze and slowly pulled away. Since he had spent half of his inner energy healing Xuanyuan Chen, he felt a little uncomfortable after withdrawing like this, but he didn't express it.nbsp; "Maybe three thousand feet." Yun Jingxuan lowered his eyes and replied softly.

    When Ling Xiaoruo heard the height, he was immediately shocked and said: "Three thousand feet? Damn it! Mount Everest is only 8,848 meters. This Tianshan Mountain is actually 9,000 meters high. How can you go up so high?"

    In this ancient time with backward conditions, there were no airplanes, no parachutes, no cable cars, and no oxygen bottles. Is it possible to climb such a high mountain?  Even if you go up there, the oxygen is so thin, how can you breathe?  What if there is an avalanche?

    Yun Jingxuan only understood a little bit of Zi Qing's words, but even if he didn't understand everything, he still knew what she was talking about.

    He lowered his eyes, and his feathery eyelashes cast a row of shadows on his handsome face. He said in a weak but extremely firm tone: "I can go up." (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.com
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