The suspended ice spikes were lined up in a fan shape in front of Wei Xiaobao's eyes, and the tips of the thorns pointed to the center of his eyebrows. The tiny ice particles on his eyebrows straightened his waist and faced the four directions, posing as if he could fly out at any time.

Xiaobao has a natural expression and breathes smoothly......

Under the buttocks, on the thin straw mat, due to the heat emitted from Xiaobao's body, countless ice spikes also stretched out and hung straight down on the mat.

At this time, Xiaobao has been able to protect his meridians with the help of the surrounding environment, and make a superficial dialogue with him in the sea of consciousness.

On the dark rock, Baoyu's eyes were slightly closed, facing the valley, and his head rested on his right arm.

It was the last day of his silence, and his previous pretentiousness was finally gone. The calm and leisurely atmosphere generated by concentrating on cultivation and silent silence made this aristocratic young man more noble.

Suddenly, the two people not far away, Xiaobao and Baoyu, opened their eyes at the same time.

It was the whistle of a bell that came down the wind......

Xiaobao stretched out his finger and wiped away the ice spikes suspended around him. The ice pierced the roots, and then pierced into the rock.

Baoyu didn't get up immediately, but he already knew the situation on the other side, so he urged: "Xiaobao, let's do it together!"

These words prompted Wei Xiaobao, like Baoyu, to make the final harvest cautiously and neatly, and at the same time, it also woke up his brother Xue Pan, who was slightly unresponsive.

"Wait for me. Xue Pan, who practiced a two-finger handstand, said.

It is said that his fingers have been trembling for a long time, if he hadn't been worried about when Wei Xiaobao would have made up his mind, how could he have won his half a breath, Xue Pan would have given up a long time ago.

It's been a long time, and it's really an ordeal.

He hurriedly retracted his efforts, because he was too hard just now, Xue Pan was stunned and didn't hear the whistle from the opposite side.

......

When the bell rang from afar, he saw that everyone was putting down their exercises on the other side of the mountain, and they were beckoning each other to go down the mountain, so he thought that they must have understood their whistle and were hurrying back.

However, time is running out, it is clear that the little scholar has passed out for a few breaths, and if it is delayed like this, it will definitely be dangerous.

Although he stopped his qi and blood in the acupoint of the middle hall, however, he could not keep his unstable qi veins, coupled with the physique of waste wood, which would bring about the depletion of energy and the inability of physical strength to support after breaking through the seal.

With the idea of not kissing, Ringing wants to help the little scholar rein in the precipice in the sea of consciousness, which is also a difficult move.

Just as he was hesitating, Ringbell had an idea.

After struggling to help the little scholar to lie down in the grass hut, Ringbell has been busy collecting the wood mix in front of him.

After collecting the wooden mix, Bell used the snow plow to transport the large wooden barrel to the grass hut and stopped nearby.

Put enough wood under the snow plough and use it as firewood to light it, just waiting for the full snow in the barrel to melt and burn into a bucket of warm water.

Because he knew that he couldn't help the little scholar take off his clothes, he could only be wronged to take a hot shower in a long coat and trousers.

Thinking of this, Ringbell blushed again.

How to put him in hot water is a problem.

Nowadays, the little scholar is like a puddle of mud, and he can't help them all.

In desperation, Ringbell once again used his power to dismantle Wei Xiaobao and Baoyu's bed, stacked the two bed boards on top of each other, and fixed five round wooden sticks in the middle of the two bed boards.

In this way, she propped up the board below on the ground at one end and leaned against the barrel at the other, becoming a ladder with an inclined plane.

Again, with great effort, the wooden stick was replaced by a pulley, so that the board on top could be pushed.

So, Ling Zhen pushed the little scholar on the upper panel on the pulley, sent it directly to the edge of the big wooden barrel, and poured the baby into the hot water bucket like a potato.

While grasping the temperature of the hot water, he nervously observed the sleeping little scholar sitting in the barrel.

Ringing this "Mongolian doctor" is like this, while waiting for his partner to come to discuss the rescue, he lost no time in using the local method to borrow steam and heat to help the little scholar sort out the remaining qi and blood in the meridians, so that it can flow well to some key acupuncture points, solidify the acupoints and pass through the meridians, little by little, to help the little scholar relieve the inability to control himself and uncontrollable fainting caused by the sudden opening of the seal and the wild running of qi and blood.

It is estimated that Baoyu and they should arrive.

With each increase in the time of breathing, the anxiety of ringing the bell increases.

This also made her more aware that her love involuntarily increased with each breath.