It's raining.

The water is vapoury, and the air is calm and quiet.

In the pavilion, Xiao Xun'er lowered her head to read a book, her eyes were confused, and her thoughts were no longer there.

Yuehong, on the other hand, chose to forget for a while and focus on cultivation.

The Soul Forging Technique needs to be cultivated in a quiet environment, otherwise it will need to be started all over again once it is interrupted.

Therefore, Yuehong sank down, focused his spirit on the cold ice jian, and the internal force ran Zhou Tian in the meridians of the body in a specific route, starting from the dantian, and finally returning to the dantian, completing a cycle.

The heaven and earth energy of the world is really huge, and Yue Hong, who has entered the cultivation state seed, can especially clearly perceive that it is stronger than the cup Mo stop world, I don't know how many times, and one after another energy continues to pour into the body like waves, filling the meridians, running and purifying in the meridians, and at the same time, expanding and strengthening the meridians that Yue Hong has already solidified at an extremely subtle speed.

In the end, the sea embraced all rivers and was classified into the dantian.

The internal force is quietly growing in cultivation, and the realm where Yue Hong has not long entered the second rate is also constantly stabilizing, and accumulating strength, and beginning to advance to a higher realm.

The third-rate to the second-rate is still simple, as long as the internal force is enough to break through, the second-rate to the first-class is the two realms of heaven and earth, during which the internal force required is several times more than the third-rate to the second-rate, and it takes a long time to accumulate.

At this moment, Yuehong is making rapid progress.

……

The white horse is fleeting.

The sky grew darker and darker, and the rain continued to fall as if the sky was falling.

The rain was unexpectedly heavy, and it was already nightfall, but it did not show much of a weakening trend.

After finishing his work, Yuehong slowly opened his eyes, and the surrounding darkness was overwhelming, and he only saw a few distant lights sporadically.

Looking back, Xiao Xun'er was lying on the stone chair on her side, her eyes were closed, and her little face looked very pale and weak under the night, different from her previous quiet and elegant expression, a rare touch of immaturity and uneasiness appeared on her delicate cheeks.

I actually fell asleep......

Yue Hong smiled a little dumbly, and immediately walked over, took off her coat and gently covered her body, and she didn't know what she dreamed of in her sleep, Xiao Xun'er tightened her body.

Looking outside the pavilion, the heavy rain was still falling, vigorously, inexplicably adding a rainy night melancholy.

Looking at it like this, I don't know when the rain will stop.

Suddenly, there was a strange sound beside him, Yue Hong turned his eyes, and suddenly found that something was wrong, Xiao Xun'er turned over, turned around, and under the light in the gazebo, her lips were a little white, and there were faint beads of sweat on her forehead.

Yuehong reached out and pressed the back of his hand to her forehead.

"It's hot!" Yuehong frowned, this is a fever.

No, you can't stay like this, you don't have any tools, and it won't be good if people are stupid.

It's just, how do I go back?

I already have a fever, and if I get wet and cold in the rain, I am afraid that my condition will worsen.

Suddenly, a spiritual light flashed in his heart, Yue Hong breathed slightly, and then the internal force belonging to Han Bing Jian suddenly came out, gradually condensed in Yue Hong's hands, and finally condensed into an umbrella.

Because Han Bingjian followed Leng Qingxue, Yuehong usually condensed ice pick battles, and his thinking was somewhat limited, so he thought that the ice pick was only developed by Leng Qingxue, which was more suitable for Han Bingjian's weapon, but it didn't mean that it could only be limited to ice picks.

Wrapping Xiao Xun'er with a coat, Yuehong held Xiao Xun'er in one hand and an ice umbrella in the other, and then plunged into the rain curtain, and the snow clouds walked out and walked towards Xiao Xun'er's residence.

The speed is detached, like a ghost in the dark night, erratic.

After about five or six minutes, Yuehong finally came to Xiao Xun'er's courtyard.

Pushing the door in, he took off Xiao Xun'er's rain-soaked shoes and socks, and laid her flat on the bed.

Xiao Xun'er is petite, only one meter and one or two meters tall, and there is Yuehong's cover, so most of the places on her body are safe, only her feet are drenched with a little rain, but Xiao Xun'er is wearing a skirt, and there is no trouble.

Yuehong looked at Xiao Xun'er lying on the bed in a fever, with a tricky face.

If he has a fever, he takes sick leave, and then goes home to the bed for a day, and the next day he is almost done, and if it is serious, he goes to the hospital to hang up a drip.

But this is in another world, hanging a ghost bit by bit, how to get this?

What Yue Hong didn't know was that Ling Lao was hiding in the shadows and had been anxious by him early in the morning.

As early as Yuehong entered the cultivation state for a period of time, Xiao Xun'er faintly felt a little unwell, but at that time, it was already raining heavily, and there was no sign of stopping, and Yuehong's existence, Ling Lao couldn't show it and took Xiao Xun'er back directly, so he could only be anxious.

"Mother-in-law, mother-in-law, if this continues, Miss's condition will worsen, I ...... Ahhh In the shadows, Ling Lao was already a little crazy, and he really wanted to go down and give him a kick.

Fortunately, Yuehong's side finally took action.

Yuehong is not an idiot in life, and he still knows the cold compress when he has a fever.

Well, but that's about it.

At this time, Han Bingjian came in handy, Yue Hong found a few pieces of cloth and made them into a cloth bag, directly condensed the ice cubes and put them in, and then put the ice pack on Xiao Xun'er's forehead......

Hehe, if this was known by Leng Qingxue, I don't know if he would regret teaching him Han Bingjian.

"Is that okay?" After doing all this, Yuehong sat on the chair a little bored, muttering a little in his heart.

Anyway, that's how he came all the way, and he didn't know much about the rest, but the ice pack needed to be changed often until her fever subsided, and melting ice was also a problem.

Well, it looks like I don't have to sleep tonight......

Yoyo, Yuehong doesn't know when he fell asleep.

And Ling Lao, who had been hiding in the shadows and caring about this time, finally settled down, thinking that although his methods were a little rough, he was not wrong.

Immediately, he dodged and came to the edge of the bed, and a jade bottle was transformed out of thin air in his hand, and Ling Lao was full of a turquoise pill from it, and in an instant, an unusually rich danxiang permeated out.

On the side of the bed, Yuehong, who had already fallen asleep, seemed to feel something, and her originally tired face suddenly brightened a little.

Ling Lao glanced at Yue Hong, hesitated for a moment, and poured out an elixir from the jade bottle again, and then gray energy surged out of his palm, wrapping the elixir out, and suddenly turned into a bright yellow flame, and the blazing temperature instantly turned the elixir into an emerald green medicinal liquid.

Under Ling Lao's control, two balls of medicinal liquid were slowly sent into the mouths of Yue Hong and Xiao Xun'er, almost visible to the naked eye, the faces of the two people instantly became rosy, especially Xiao Xun'er, who was still sick and weak, and at this time also returned to her usual state.

Suddenly, Ling Lao's face changed slightly, because he sensed that there was a little guy looking over here, who seemed to be Xiao Zhan's youngest child.

With a wave of his sleeves, Ling Lao instantly wiped away the fragrant medicinal fragrance in the room, and then his figure was hidden in the darkness this time.

Chirping~

There was a slight knock on the door, and the man walked in.