Marrying the Useless Man whose Spiritual Platform is Broken

While Mu Qinglan was bleating aggrievedly, Huo Jue was tilted on top of her head, supported by her hands, coughing subduedly, with a faint smile that he didn't know about on the corner of his mouth.

Mu Qinglan saw him smiling teasingly, as if she had discovered some peerless technique. It was the first time Mu Qinglan saw Huo Jue smile after such a long time.

Worshiping a strict master, so what if he swung his sword 70,000 times in two days, Huo Lang laughed!

Mu Qinglan was like the "faint lord" of the feudal lords in the Fenghuo opera. Seeing Huo Jue's smile, she racked her brains to act coquettishly, trying to make him smile deeper.

It doesn't matter if she thinks about getting ahead, Huo Jue will push her away when he can't stand it, lower his head and complain "I'm going to die of exhaustion", and then squeeze into Huo Jue's arms.

Anyway, she is shameless.

Huo Jue would definitely reject Mu Qinglan every time, but today he pushed Mu Qinglan's shoulder, failed to push Mu Qinglan, and almost fell backwards himself.

Huo Jue quickly supported the bed with his hands, his breathing was short and heavy, he felt dizzy for a while, and closed his eyes.

When Mu Qinglan got her wish and put her head on Huo Jue's lap, she didn't feel Huo Jue's struggle and resistance, and she was really shocked.

Is there a pie in the sky!

It's still raining red!

Since Huo Jue became her uncle, did he treat her more tolerantly and kindly?

But when Mu Qinglan rested on Huo Jue's long legs that she wished she could not touch her head all night, Mu Qinglan felt her face was scalded, and she realized that Huo Jue's body temperature was very strange!

"Why are you so hot?" Mu Qinglan managed to rest her head on Huo Jue's leg, reluctant to get up, so she raised her hand from his arms in this overly intimate position, and touched Huo Jue's forehead.

Huo Jue was dazed and weak from the burning, unable to avoid Mu Qinglan's hand, he just tilted his head slightly.

He said, "Get up...cough cough cough..."

He bowed his head, his long hair fell down and fell on Mu Qinglan's face.

Mu Qinglan itched all the way from her face to her heart, wishing she could be so tired of being with Huo Jue for the rest of her life. But she was really worried about Huo Jue's physical condition, so she reluctantly got up and sniffed Huo Jue's hair before getting up.

It is his unique taste!

Mu Qinglan sat up straight, and put her hand on Huo Jue's forehead, then on his face and neck. Shocked: "You have a fever! Why is the fever so severe?"

"I'll help you sort out the Lingfu and meridians, why did you suddenly have a fever!"

Mu Qinglan mobilized her spiritual power to convey it to Huo Jue. Huo Jue's back was slightly arched, and he closed his eyes weakly to bear it.

He thought that the experience of spiritual power would be as warm and comfortable as usual, but this time, for some reason, when Mu Qinglan's spiritual power entered his inner mansion, it was like water had entered a frying pan. Instead, Huo Jue felt that the inner mansion was burning. The burning was unbearable, as if there was a red-hot sharp knife raging and stirring in it.

Huo Jue frowned and held back, but soon couldn't help but let out a muffled snort, and then his whole body went limp, and a burst of fishy sweetness rose from his throat.

He leaned forward a little, he couldn't swallow it in time, some overflowed from the corner of his mouth, Mu Qinglan heard him groan in pain and turned to look at him, seeing the blood on the corner of his mouth, almost went crazy with fright!

"Huo Lang!"

Mu Qinglan quickly stopped sending spiritual power, got up and half knelt on the bed, held Huo Jue's face and asked, "What's wrong?"

"What's the matter with you, are you injured or tampering with the Lingfu? Did someone sneak attack you?"

Huo Jue coughed lowly and shook his head, the bright red blood on his pale face looked glaring.

He didn't cover his eyes, and Mu Qinglan could see that his eyes were dark and gloomy, looking frighteningly disheartened.

Mu Qinglan wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth with her thumb, feeling that Huo Jue's blood made her whole body ache more than she swung her sword 70,000 times.

No one sneak attack, no injury and no tampering with the Lingfu, so it can only be caused by the five declines.

In fact, Huo Jue's Lingfu has been in turmoil, which is normal, after all, his Lingfu has been broken, and the five declines are irreversible.

Mu Qinglan raised him carefully and tenderly. He has obviously recovered a little bit, at least he has stabilized the speed of the collapse of the Lingfu. How come she has only left for a day, and he is so weak that he vomits blood?

Huo Jue pushed away Mu Qinglan's hand that was holding his face. Mu Qinglan was too anxious and her hands were a little too strong, causing Huo Jue's cheeks, which had no flesh, to be squeezed together by Mu Qinglan.

"Uncomfortable...cough cough...let go." Huo Jue said softly.

Mu Qinglan was more heartbroken than Huo Jue, who vomited blood. Huo Jue couldn't see Mu Qinglan's expression, but he could feel the trembling of Mu Qinglan's hand holding his face through the touching skin of the two of them. Unconsciously, he kept stroking the corner of his lips where the blood had been wiped off with his thumb.

Huo Jue sighed helplessly, and said, "It's just a cold, that's what five declines are like." He is not as healthy as ordinary mortals, and even a little wind and rain will overturn him.

He just accidentally fell asleep in the bathtub, and he blamed himself.

Huo Jue felt uncomfortable all over, frowned deeply, couldn't move Mu Qinglan, his throat was dry and sore, he didn't want to talk at all.

Fortunately, Mu Qinglan finally let him go, Huo Jue breathed a sigh of relief, but because of dizziness, he couldn't control his body leaning forward, Mu Qinglan supported him in time, and let Huo Jue lean on her shoulder.

Huo Jue didn't want to, so he struggled a bit. This is really inappropriate, it's too intimate.

Mu Qinglan grabbed his wrist and didn't let him get up. With the other hand, she pressed the back of Huo Jue's head and said, "Let me, I will lower your body temperature and bring it down for you."

Huo Jue still refused, he refused to rest his head on Mu Qinglan's shoulder, but his spine seemed to be taken away by this illness, he couldn't hold it anymore and started coughing again.

I was dizzy from coughing, and even retched, as if I was about to spit out the lobe of my lungs.

After coughing, her whole body became softer, so she put her hand on Mu Qinglan's shoulder, and pressed her forehead against the back of her hand.

People are the most vulnerable when they are sick. Huo Jue didn't care about anything. He felt that Mu Qinglan's body temperature had indeed dropped a little. After thinking about it, he slowly moved his head to her shoulder to feel the coolness.

A sick person, especially a dying person like Huo Jue, may not feel as clear and painful a pain in the body as if he was hit by a sword. But this pervasive torment like the continuous drizzle is often the most uncomfortable.

You can't find a specific place at all. In short, the whole body is uncomfortable, and it seems that you can smell the smell of death, which is decayed and cold.

Huo Jue was the proud son of heaven in the past, and he never experienced the pain that ordinary people who don't practice like this would go through.

It seems that since he can remember, he has been a delusional cultivator. His father Huo Yuanfei always said that it was because he was extremely talented, and he had already entered the Tao before he could remember anything.

Therefore, this kind of common illness and half-dead state of five declines is extremely difficult for him.

In addition, there is no one close to him to serve him, and Huo Jue has an indifferent temperament. He never likes to share his pain with others, and has never confessed his heart to anyone.

No one could see from his indifferent face in the face of anything, what kind of pain and torture he was going through, and no one noticed that he was sick like this.

Mu Qinglan sat on the edge of the bed, let Huo Jue lean against her, pressed his head on her shoulder, stroked his long hair twice, and said, "You rely on me to cool down, it's so hot, Is your brain going to explode?"

"Did you not tell the disciples to prepare medicine for you? How could you not cherish your body so much?"

Mu Qinglan complained, and raised her hand to press on Huo Jue's back. After Huo Jue was forced down, she stopped moving.

Mu Qinglan penetrated into Huo Jue's meridians with a beam of weak and harmless spiritual power, and carefully probed his inner palace.

More than one sentence is terrible.

Mu Qinglan's heart ached so badly, and Huo Jue had to endure the pain of illness, the tearing pain of the Lingfu, and he refused to show weakness to his disciples. He was really too stubborn.

"Are you planning to carry it through?" Mu Qinglan withdrew her hand, wrapped her arms around Huo Jue's back and said, "You can't resist it. In your current condition, you can't bear the comfort of spiritual power at all, and you can't even bear the ordinary Spirit grass and fairy medicine."

Not being able to make up for the void is referring to Huo Jue's current state.

Before his Lingfu was a bamboo basket, even if it leaked, it could hold some water for a while, and then it would leak slowly; the current state is that a big hole is broken in the bottom of the bamboo basket. will make the hole bigger and bigger.

Huo Jue didn't say a word. He rested his head on Mu Qinglan's shoulder and closed his eyes. Feeling the rare coolness on his forehead, he wanted to wake himself up, but when he closed his eyes, it was a nightmare that lingered for the past two days. .

Those nightmares came and went again and again, scattered, but extraordinarily real, exhausting him physically and mentally.

"Does Beisongshan have the kind of herbal medicine for ordinary people?" Mu Qinglan brushed away the long hair scattered on Huo Jue's back, and gently supported his back, without any spiritual power, it was a pure soothing gesture .

Huo Jue's back tensed for a moment, but soon, under Mu Qinglan's comfort, it slowly softened.

Huo Jue actually found it very useful, and felt a little sad.

When people are sick and uncomfortable, they always hope that someone can gently comfort them like this, even if their own actions are useless.

Huo Jue was not clear-headed, and soon felt that a little bit of coolness on his forehead was no longer enough to soothe his burning heat.

He simply leaned his head on Mu Qinglan's shoulder, feeling ashamed of his fragility, but at the same time he didn't want to open his eyes and get up, and didn't want to face reality.

The cold touch came from Mu Qinglan's shoulders, with the fragrance of grass and trees, like a leaf washed by rain against her face, making Huo Jue sigh comfortably.

Mu Qinglan pressed him again: "What about you, did you ask someone to prepare medicine?"

He vaguely said: "No..." He didn't ask anyone to prepare anything, and he didn't tell anyone about his illness.

During the day, he sat in a wheelchair, with white gauze covering his eyes, and his face was pale. Except for the occasional uncontrollable cough, no one could tell that he was seriously ill.

He burned strangely, his complexion was not red, but pale. No one would touch his face like Mu Qinglan did, so naturally no one would know that he had a high fever.

Besides, there is no herbal medicine that ordinary people use on Beisong Mountain. There is only one lady in the dining hall who is an ordinary person.

In the past, some outer disciples were not good at cultivation and might use it, but after Huo Yuanfei died, the Pluto Sea was turned upside down, and the world collapsed. Not a single herb was left.

Now there are still some finished medicines in the warehouse on the mountain, but there is no medicine that can treat the five decayed people who have a cold.

This is also the reason why Huo Jue didn't tell his disciples that he was sick, he really planned to carry it through.

Now that the traitors within the Tianyuan Sword Sect have not been dealt with, and the members of the Mu family have been arrested, it is impossible for the Mu family to remain silent. Fortunately, Duan Qinxuan came back, and she took care of most of the things, so that Huo Jue could feel at ease from his illness.

The disciples in Huo Jue's inner court were all very busy with the big formation. Could it be that he wanted to send someone to the foot of the mountain to buy him medicine to cure the common cold under the ambush of the Mu family?

Huo Jue couldn't do this kind of thing that put his disciples in danger just to make himself feel better.

He can't help with matters in the door. He is a waste as the acting head. In this case, Huo Jue really doesn't want to cause any more trouble.

Moreover, since his spiritual mansion was broken, he has always had a tendency to self-destruct. When he was really sick, he felt uncomfortable, and at the same time, he felt like breaking a pot and falling happily.

It's better to die like this. He thought about it more than once.

In the past two days, I have thought about it a lot.

But all these self-suffering, only under the premise that no one bumps into it, no one pokes it out, can Huo Jue hold on. Now that Mu Qinglan bumped into her, she punctured her, and Huo Jue was like a child who was asked if it hurt after a fall.

A child who is not asked if it hurts can still play when he gets up, even if he breaks his knee and bleeds, he will blow to comfort himself; but a child who is asked will cry loudly.

Naturally, Huo Jue couldn't really cry like a child, but the drowsiness and fragility of the illness made him weak. After the coldness on his face couldn't satisfy him, he turned his head towards Mu Qinglan's neck with some grievances. Buried in between.

Mu Qinglan felt it, and immediately stretched out her hand to hug Huo Jue tightly.

I was ecstatic about his defenselessness and dependence, and felt like he was finally willing to poke out soft tentacles from the shell to test the surrounding snails.

Mu Qinglan hugged Huo Jue and kept rubbing his back.

Her voice became softer, "You won't be able to resist it, and you won't be able to do it without taking medicine. How about this, I'll go to the canteen lady to look for it later, and see if she has any medicine for treating wind and cold."

Huo Jue still didn't respond, breathing heavily and hotly, blowing into Mu Qinglan's ear, causing Mu Qinglan to paralyze half of her body, her heart seemed to be frying and rolling in hot oil.

She wants to take advantage of others.

If she had something with Huo Jue now, even if it was just a kiss, after Huo Jue recovered, would she be able to push it so simply?

He's buried in her neck now, she didn't force it!

Mu Qinglan's impulsiveness is like a boat on a huge wave. Although she is pushed to the top of the wave and is reluctant to get off, she doesn't dare to really swing with the huge wind.

She was afraid that the ship would sink completely when it landed, so Huo Jue would just break up with her when he woke up and it would be over.

Besides, she really loves Huo Jue. He is already in such a miserable state. She keeps saying that she likes him, so she can't take advantage of others to bully him.

Therefore, Mu Qinglan carried the little deer who bumped into her because Huo Jue was close to her, until the little deer hit Mu Qinglan's chest to death, and her chest was about to burst. She didn't turn her head, even if she kissed Huo Jue Vulnerable and pale face.

Mu Qinglan just took out a picture jade from the storage bag, placed it on the table beside the bed, and started to take pictures of the two of them.

Here is the proof!

Even if she doesn't dare to do crazy things, she still needs to rely on her in the future, so that Huo Jue will not refuse her pursuit when she gets promoted by virtue of her seniority, recovers from illness and wakes up.

Taking a photo to record, Mu Qinglan hugged Huo Jue for a while again, feeling happy in her heart.

Let's see how stubborn he is in the future!

She tried to lower her body temperature to a comfortable temperature where he didn't feel too cold.

Huo Jue's whole weight was on Mu Qinglan's shoulders, and his mind became more and more drowsy. He still felt very uncomfortable. He shouldn't have fallen asleep, but the feeling of being hugged made him strange, and it also made his senses feel uncomfortable. Began to fail to obey.

Huo Jue didn't even know that this feeling was called peace of mind. Huo Yuanfei was always a strict father, and Huo Jue's mother died early, no one hugged him like this, no one rubbed his back like coaxing a child.

Huo Jue's mind relaxed uncontrollably, and he fell asleep again at some point.

Mu Qinglan noticed that he was asleep, so she couldn't let him sit up and sleep, so she helped Huo Jue to lie down slowly, like treating a fragile and fragile vase.

Huo Jue frowned and was about to wake up, Mu Qinglan leaned over and half propped herself on the bed, Huo Jue unconsciously curled up, approached Mu Qinglan, put his arms around her waist, and then stopped moving.

Huo Jue's body was still very hot, it was impossible to continue like this, and he still had to take medicine.

She originally came to complain tonight, but Huo Jue was much more miserable than her. Mu Qinglan smiled at this thought, and rubbed away Huo Jue's frowning eyebrows with her fingers.

She looked at Huo Jue and couldn't help but whispered: "If only you were like this all the time..." She was gentle and obedient.

Mu Qinglan lay down slowly, and put a little pillow on the side of the bed, next to Huo Jue's messy hair.

Mu Qinglan thought blithely—today is really enough, is this just sharing the same bed?

The so-called sleep together after a hundred years of cultivation, they sleep together now, at least a hundred years of fate.

After closing her eyes and enjoying for a while, Mu Qinglan found that Huo Jue was not sleeping soundly, her eyelashes were trembling all the time, as if she was in some terrible dream, and she was still waving her hands.

Mu Qinglan held him down for a while, and used herself to cool him down. Seeing that his body temperature couldn't drop for a long time, she simply manipulated the vines to tie Huo Jue up, and turned into a thick tree root to hold Huo Jue as herself. .

She got up and took the picture jade from the small table beside the bed, quickly disappeared from the room, and flew across the mountain in the shape of spiritual mist, heading down the mountain.

She didn't go to the canteen aunt to look for medicine, even if she found it, it might not be right for the disease, she had to go down the mountain at night to buy medicine for Huo Jue.

Huo Jue's body can no longer take the medicines in the family, so he can only take the wind-cold soup that ordinary people eat. Mu Qinglan is going to find a doctor with good medical skills, explain the symptoms in detail, prescribe the medicine, and then bring it back and fry it for Huo Jue Jue drink.

She came and went like the wind, there was no large formation on Beisong Mountain, and Mu Qinglan went down the mountain very easily.

She was worried about Huo Jue's eagerness, and wanted to hurry back.

When I arrived at the town at the foot of the mountain, before I arrived, the mortal town was already desolate, only wine shops and inns had a few lamps.

Mu Qinglan found an inn by following the brightest lights. As soon as she entered, she saw a group of people gathered in the lobby of the inn; The food, even the wine, looks like a gathering of pheasant sects in the world.

There are oddities.

This town is the closest town to Beisong Mountain, and it is protected by the Tianyuan Sword Sect of Beisong Mountain. How could there be so many Sanzong disciples gathering late at night?

Mu Qinglan wanted to find someone to inquire about the best doctor in the town. She transformed into an ordinary-looking young man. After entering, she tapped on the counter lightly, waking up the shopkeeper who was dozing off.

He hurriedly said: "My brother's cold and high fever don't subside. I'm not familiar with this place. I don't know if the shopkeeper can point the way. Which doctor in this city has the best medical skills?"

In the middle of the night, because the guests in the hall couldn't rest, the shopkeeper's complexion was visibly bad. After being awakened, he flicked his beard and looked at Mu Qinglan not very kindly.

But after hearing "he" say that there is a sick person at home, he did not hesitate to give directions, "There is a doctor surnamed You in the north of the city, who is skilled in medicine. Just follow this road and go north."

"However, that Dr. You was retired from Gongzhongtai Hospital, and the consultation fees are relatively expensive."

"Hey, thank you shopkeeper! The consultation fee is not a problem!" Mu Qinglan took out some broken silver from her cuff, and took out a wine pot, and said, "Please trouble shopkeeper, make some light wine for body rubbing and cooling down." .Pack two taels of candied fruit."

"Okay." The shopkeeper took the money and took the gourd to drink.

Mu Qinglan stood in front of the counter, seeming to be waiting, but in fact, she quietly pasted the Spirit Mist under those people's tables and listened to their conversation.

In a few words, she understood.

These people are all loose sects hired by the Mu family. They are planning to go to the mountains to ask for someone under the banner of the Mu family at dawn tomorrow!

It is true that some disciples of the Mu family have been detained in Beisongshan and have not been dealt with, but this group of people ostensibly gathered to stand up for the Mu family and ask Beisongshan to release them, but in fact they have other plans.

Afraid that Duan Qinxuan would not go back to the mountain to grab the magic weapon, they discussed contacting the head of the royal guards and the disciple of Elder He Ze.

It's too blatant!

Mu Qinglan had just entered Beisong Mountain, but she didn't feel too angry that these people wanted to disturb Beisong Mountain.

But what did she hear?

Several monks in crimson robes gathered together, their mouths were full of greasy food, and they said boldly: "If I say it, it's better to take this opportunity to severely injure the young head of Beisong Mountain."

"I heard that his spiritual mansion is shattered, and he might die if he collides with him. I think that as long as he dies, Duan Qinxuan will have no support at that time. Let her father Duan Zhen be released, and everything can be discussed."

"It's doable..." Everyone else at the table echoed.

Mu Qinglan's face turned cold, green eyes flashed with anger.

She didn't do anything on the spot, she took the wine and put it in a storage bag, put away the candied fruit, and followed the shopkeeper's directions to find the medical center.

She knocked on the door to find a doctor to get the medicine, and spent some extra money to let the medicine boy in that family brew it on the spot.

Mu Qinglan said to the doctor in a gentle voice: "I'll give the money first, and I'll come back later to get the medicine, boil it and pour it into this gourd."

The old doctor has white hair and beard, and he is more immortal than the group of monks who plan to plot and calculate people's lives.

He wasn't happy to be woken up by knocking on the door in the middle of the night, but he couldn't hold back Mu Qinglan's giving too much. When she heard her coming to get the medicine in a while, he just nodded slightly.

Mu Qinglan went to clean up those young people, and most of them went back to their rooms to rest after drinking and eating.

Mu Qinglan transformed into a tree vine and entered into the houses of those people, and jumped up from under the bed. Taking advantage of their lack of reaction, she easily smashed the limbs and meridians of these brazen monks.

"what!"

"what!"

"Ahhhhhh—"

The pitch-black night was torn apart by screams, the entire inn was brightly lit, no one dared to sleep, and no one dared to go out to check.

The black crows in half a street were startled and flew wildly, plunging into the thick ink-like sky.

The night is as cool as water.

Mu Qinglan didn't kill them because she never killed people.

Cultivators whose meridians have been strangled can also recover, but these people's cultivation bases are extremely low. Even if they recover, they will have no progress in their cultivation bases in the future. They can only live to the end of their lives as mortals, and may even become disabled due to poor recovery. .

After cleaning up this group of trash, Mu Qinglan took the medicine cooked by the medicine boy, opened several pairs of income storage bags, and quickly returned to Beisong Mountain.

The third watch has passed, and the world is silent. Because the big formation has not started, Beisong Mountain is still full of wind and snow.

Mu Qinglan returned to Beisong Mountain, shivered from the cold outside the Xuesong Courtyard, and walked into the house.

She thought Huo Jue would sleep, but unexpectedly Huo Jue was sitting on the bed!

She was still holding the wooden stake she had transformed into in her arms, leaning on the stake to support her body, with her head hanging down and her long hair hanging loose, her description was terrifying.

"Huo Lang?"

Huo Jue didn't respond.

Mu Qinglan licked her lips and sat on the edge of the bed, raised her hand to touch Huo Jue, he seemed to be getting hotter!

Huo Jue shook violently, slowly raised his head, moved his lips, and almost said "I killed someone".

But he was quickly bitten by himself and swallowed it alive. He kept telling himself that it was a dream, that was a dream.

He didn't kill people, and he didn't chop people up to a **** mess.

But the feeling of blood splashing on his face in the dream was so real, Huo Jue was going crazy, he felt that his body was extremely dirty, full of blood.

He couldn't see anything, only the horrific and frenzied scene in his dream, which kept playing out in his mind.

Hearing Mu Qinglan's voice, he pushed away the log he was holding in his arms, and rushed towards Mu Qinglan.

He needs to find a reference to help him distinguish between reality and dreams in the endless darkness and nothingness.

Even if he misses and falls, the pain will wake him up.

But how could Mu Qinglan let him miss? She sat on the edge of the bed, firmly caught Huo Jue, and hugged him tightly.

She was still holding a gourd filled with medicine in one hand, and she was stroking Huo Jue's back with the other hand, feeling annoyed in her heart, she should have taken a photo of this scene just now to testify!

This time, Huo Jue really hugged Mu Qinglan, without any adulteration, without reluctance, and without short-term heinousness.

He hugged him silently, trying to pull himself out of that terrible dream.

He actually wanted to ask Mu Qinglan where she went, why she left, and why she only left him a piece of wood.

But he didn't say anything.

But the two people who had never had a tacit understanding, for some reason, at this moment, they met the signal.

Mu Qinglan seemed to know what he wanted to ask, so she said to herself: "I went down the mountain to buy medicine for you, I didn't know you would wake up so quickly, so I got a piece of wood for you to hug, how did you wake up? gone?"

When Huo Jue heard this, his jaw rested on Mu Qinglan's shoulder, the veins popping out of his forehead slowly disappeared, and his tense profile and molars that were clenched hard also relaxed.

He smelled the fragrance of grass and trees, as if he fell into a soft and warm grassland from that dark and smelly dream, he closed his gray eyes.