However, the fingers were still not fully clasped together, and Wen Renxian had no strength, so Shui Miaomiao took the initiative to provide strength to accompany him, dispelling the lingering fear in Wen Renxian's heart.
Wen Renxian tried to get up several times, just to show that he could still protect Shui Miaomiao. Shui Miaomiao did not understand Wen Renxian's concerns.
I just want to rest for a while longer.
But he was afraid, without ability or method, whether Shui Miaomiao would disappear as soon as he opened his eyes, because he understood that all the attention he had received in the past was due to his ability and cultivation. If these disappeared...
Another day or two passed, and Wen Renxian woke up once or twice.
Shui Miaomiao would feed Wen Renxian some rice porridge from time to time, mixed with some Shui Yingyin medicine, and he watched as his complexion gradually recovered.
Shui Miaomiao also checked the pulse of Wen Renxian.
But after all, he was forced to learn it by his wife, and he didn't have much interest in medicine. He couldn't tell the difference. The pulse condition he diagnosed seemed to be healthy.
Holding her cheek, Shui Miaomiao sat on the edge of the bed and took a nap. Has she ever said that she seems to have become sleepy recently? There is no need to pay too much attention to it, after all, she has a lot of injuries on her body, so sleepiness is normal.
The rustling sound disturbed people's peace. Shui Miaomiao frowned and opened her eyes with some displeasure. She lifted the quilt on the wooden bed so that no one could see her. She stretched out her hand and pressed it lightly. There was no warmth at all. She was afraid that some time would elapse. .
A gust of wind brought the rain in. Shui Miaomiao shuddered and looked at the open door.
Wen Renxian's silent behavior made Shui Miaomiao very uneasy. She hurriedly ran outside the house, stepped out of the threshold and slowed down, holding the door frame with her hands and looking outside.
Wen Renxian was dancing with his sword in the drizzle. Shui Miaomiao couldn't bear to disturb him and stopped to watch.
The clothes are fluttering, and the feet are not stained with dust. They are as light as wandering clouds and as strong as a frightening dragon. The wind blows wherever the sword edge passes, cutting through the misty rain.
Shui Miaomiao couldn't help but dance and cheer.
After a while, Shui Miaomiao lowered her eyes, exhaled a breath, put down her tightly clenched hands, and a long-lost smile appeared on her face, as light as a gardenia.
Is it possible to put all the unpleasantness of Jiu Yaodu behind and treat it as a nightmare? As long as I wake up, it will be fine.
Wenrenxian returned to the appearance of a handsome nobleman, dignified and unrestrained. He was in the mist and rain, not touching a ray, and he was as pretentious as a white crane in the clouds.
Shui Miaomiao couldn't bear to destroy this harmony, so she turned around and left, thinking about making something delicious. From the corner of her eye, she saw Wen Renxian throw up the Hidden Immortal Sword, which was a familiar casting action.
Not knowing why Wen Renxian used the Dayan True Sword Technique at this time, Shui Miaomiao stopped curiously.
The thrown sword failed to obey and hung in the air. It fell down. Wen Renxian stretched out his hand to catch it. The sharp blade cut Wen Renxian's palm, and blood gushed out, adding a touch of profound elegance to this picture. Horrifying horror.
"Master!" Shui Miaomiao shouted, running to Wen Renxian's side in three steps and two steps at a time.
In the blink of an eye, the drizzle soaked Wen Renxian, and his figure was melancholy. He stared blankly at the blood pouring out of his hand until Shui Miaomiao's hand appeared on it.
The Hidden Immortal Sword is so sharp that the bones can be seen, and the overturned flesh makes one's scalp numb just by looking at it.
"Stop the bleeding. Stop the bleeding first." Shui Miaomiao, who was in a hurry, didn't know what he was saying or doing. He took out his handkerchief and pressed it directly on the wound.
Wenrenxian didn't react at all.
"Why can't you stop?" Shui Miaomiao raised her head. It was the first time Shui Miaomiao saw a helpless look on Wen Renxian's face. Her heart trembled and her tongues began to fight.
As for the wound caused by a simple weapon without any spiritual power, Wen Renxian could stop the bleeding in an instant just by thinking about it.
Shui Miaomiao forgot about her intended question, threw away the blood-stained handkerchief, cast a spell to block the rain, took out the powder from Shui Yingyin and sprinkled it on the wound.
"Hiss." Wen Renxian finally reacted and softly called out. His hand flinched and was held tightly by Shui Miaomiao.
Wen Renxian turned his head and looked at the Hidden Immortal Sword lying on the ground. The mud spots on it became more and more mottled, and it no longer deserved its name.
His vision dimmed. Wen Renxian bit his upper lip to fight back the instinctive pain. He didn't know that applying medicine to the wound would cause such heart-wrenching pain.
It was rare for him to have a wound that needed medicine. In the past, he would use spiritual power to seal it or speed up the healing. By the time the incident was over, the minor injuries had basically healed, and the more serious ones only needed to be cleaned.
No wonder Shui Miaomiao doesn't like taking medicine.
"It's going to rain heavily, shall we go back to the house first?" Shui Miaomiao asked cautiously, still holding Wen Renxian's hand tightly.
Wen Renxian looked back and saw that his hand was wrapped with a new handkerchief. The blood had been stopped by the medicinal powder, but the pain had not dissipated and was still attacking his entire palm.
From the beginning of applying the medicine, he felt that his entire hand was numb.
If this was the case, it would be better not to apply any medicine. At least the simple pain of the wound would be very sharp and can make people wake up, unlike now, where it is unbearable and like ants biting the body.
But it was Shui Miaomiao who tied the veil. Wen Renxian withdrew his hand, looked over it, and raised a vague smile.
What should he think? It seems that he always receives gifts from Shui Miaomiao when he is in the most embarrassing situation.
"Master?"
This time Wen Renxian heard Shui Miaomiao's caution, put his hands behind his back, tried to pretend that nothing happened and said everything as usual, "Miaomiao go back first."
There was a wordless silence. Shui Miaomiao was the first to give in. He knelt down and picked up the Hidden Immortal Sword on the ground. He wiped his hands with his sleeves and handed it to the master. "The Hidden Immortal Sword is sharp. I hope Master will be careful. Why don't you wait until the rain stops to practice?" "
"Wear the sword to recognize its owner. It shouldn't have hurt me." After receiving the Hidden Immortal Sword, Wen Renxian said casually, intending to popularize science for Shui Miaomiao.
If it were not subjective, it would be self-inflicted, and a weapon that recognizes its owner should not scratch its owner.
"It's not going to be good if you get typhoid due to heavy rain. Miaomiao should go back to the house first."
Shui Miaomiao's heart clenched into a ball, so Xi Po didn't say clearly what the consequences of that cup of tea would be, but her reverie made people even more frightened.
Shui Miaomiao turned around and moved stiffly towards the house step by step. She knew she had escaped, but what could she do?
Wen Renxian didn't want to be around either.
There was a slight fluctuation of spiritual power behind him. It must be that Wen Renxian was trying the Dayan True Sword Art again. The sound of the sword falling to the ground was muffled and depressing.
"That's enough." Shui Miaomiao couldn't go back to the house and pretended to be confused, letting Wen Renxian bear everything silently. She didn't know when she returned, came to Wen Renxian's side, and grabbed Wen Renxian's hand.
"It's difficult to wash the handkerchief." Even with good hemostatic powder, the bleeding will not be cured immediately. Even after several attempts, it doesn't work.
"I'm trying it once." This was Wen Renxian's answer, but Shui Miaomiao was stubborn and unwilling to let go of her hand. "You have my handkerchief tied on your hand, so you have to listen to me."
Which veil has been removed?
This is a method, but Wen Renxian can't do it and won't even think about it.
He smiled, with a bitter smile, "I used to be able to use it with one hand. If you don't ask for thirty-six, you have to give me one."
The Hidden Immortal Swords on the ground listened to the call, but something happened in an instant. It was clear that the Immortal was not asking for thirty-six this time, but the seventy-two Hidden Immortal Swords instantly transformed, shaking Shui Miaomiao away.
The majestic outpouring of spiritual power turned the ordinary handkerchief on Wen Renxian's hand into ashes in an instant. Fortunately, all Wen Renxian's clothes were equipped with formations and survived.
Shui Miaomiao was not so lucky. She was knocked out and hit the wall of the wooden house. The whole wooden house collapsed and was buried under the beams and covered in ruins...
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