Chu Ling was awakened by the sun, and her whole body felt as if she was running over by a car. Just as she was about to sit up, she found that she was hugged in her arms and couldn't move. Looking up, Jun Wuhuan's pale face was reflected in her eyes. She looked pleasing to the past, but Chu Ling felt shocked.

"Jun Wuhuan...Jun Wuhuan!" Chu Ling pushed him, but Jun Wuhuan still closed his eyes and did not move. Chu Ling sighed and used some tricks to break free from Jun Wuhuan's arms. When he looked down at Jun Wuhuan, he couldn't help but take a breath. The clothes on both of them were still a little wet, but the blood on Jun Wuhuan's body had disappeared. At this time, the clothes on Jun Wuhuan's back, who was lying on the ground on the side were scratched in many places, with blood on the clothes on the clothes. You could also see the back of the clothes under the clothes were covered with scars, which was exactly the same as the injuries on Chu Ling's back.

But the injury on Chu Ling's back was abrasion when she was slid down from the hillside when she was dealing with the people from the Underworld. Chu Ling herself was sensible, but it was not serious when she looked scary. But Jun Wuhuan... Chu Ling remembered that Jun Wuhuan broke the rope and directly took her into her arms. Chu Ling was half-unconscious while falling and finally felt the coldness falling into the water. She didn't think Jun Wuhuan would be much better than her. She was in mid-air, and she was afraid she couldn't help herself when she hit her. There was no scar on her body, which means that all the injuries were all for Jun Wuhuan to bear.

I took a look at the place where they were now. It was a river beach on the surface, which was several steps away from the river. Naturally, this kind of place could not have been washed up by water. In other words, after Jun Wuhuan hugged her and fell into the water, he didn't know how far he was washed out, so he hugged her and climbed up from the river.

Chu Ling held her forehead, and she never felt as if she was like this moment that her existence was actually a drag on people. If she hadn't followed her, would Jun Wuhuan have to be more relaxed?

He reached out to Tanjun Wuhuan's forehead, and the coldness of his hand was made. Jun Wuhuan's breath was a little weak. He was cold all over. If he hadn't been able to detect his pulse and breathing, Chu Ling would probably think he was dead.

Chu Ling sighed, stood up and looked around, before leaning over and helping Jun Wuhuan up and walking forward.

“National Master”

At the edge of the cliff, Nangong Yuyue stood in a cold expression in the wind. Hearing the sound, he turned around and looked at the man in white behind him. The man in white felt a chill on his back and did not dare to delay at all and hurriedly said: "This cliff is a hundred feet high, and under the cliff is the branch of the upper reaches of the Mulan River, and the water flows fast. In this season, the man was seriously injured again. If he falls into the water, he will probably die without life."

Nangong Yuyue snorted lightly and sneered: "There is death but no life? It would be great if Jun Wuhuan died so easily."

The man in white dared not refute, but he felt a little dissatisfied. With the injury of the young master Changli last night, he became more sick. Although the river has not yet frozen, it is still biting cold. If it falls into such a high place, it will be knocked out by the water. From then on, the corpse will be under the water. Unfortunately, the national teacher obviously does not believe that Jun Wuhuan will die so easily.

Nangong Yuyue said: "As long as you can't see Jun Wuhuan's body for a day, I will continue to look for it!"

"Yes, the national teacher."

"National Master." Not far away, a man in white came hurriedly.

"What's the matter?"

The man in white said: "The news came from going to Beijing that Tuoba Xingye was already on his way back. King Ming asked the national teacher to return to Beijing as soon as possible to discuss."

Nangong Yuyue's face was slightly dark and she said coldly: "Tuoba Liang hasn't taken Tuoba Yin yet? He is really a waste!"

The people around him said in their hearts: "Although the Ming King is powerful, the Fourth Prince is not a waste either." But he said: "Tuoba Yin took the Ming Prince and threatened the Ming King to withdraw from the bedroom. The Fourth Prince and Kun Jian joined forces. Young Master Baili was injured some more before, so the Ming King was afraid that there was nothing he could do about it."

Nangong Yuyue said: "Why don't I know that Tuoba Yan is that important?"

"..." The man in white said, "The Fourth Prince said... If the Ming King refused to retreat, he would cut the Prince of Ming in front of all the soldiers." If the Fourth Prince really killed the Prince of Ming with one sword, perhaps Ming King could hold it back. But if he really watched his son be cut by a knife in front of others, then the King of Ming's prestige would probably be gone. It would leave people with the impression that the King of Ming was obsessed with greed and even ignored his own son. It has to be said that this Fourth Prince does not usually look like intrigue, but he is not a vegetarian when he starts to fight.

"Jun, Wu, Huan!" Listening to Nangong Yuyue's voice gritting his teeth, the white-clothed man in front of him lowered his head and did not dare to speak. Who doesn't know that the prince of the Ming Dynasty was given to Tuoba Yin by Jun Wuhuan.

"Return to Beijing!" Nangong Yuyue said.

"National Master, here..."

"Continue to look for it! I will give you three days. If you can't find Jun Wuhuan's body, please come and see me!" After saying that, Nangong Yuyue turned gloomy and left.

"Yes, the national teacher!"

When Jun Wuhuan woke up, he found himself lying on a flat ground at the foot of the mountain. Not far ahead was a turbulent river, and a small bonfire was burning two steps away. The warm fire light dispelled the coldness of the touch. Jun Wuhuan raised his hand to touch his somewhat hot arm, but found that he had no strength to raise his hand. He sighed helplessly, turned his head to look at the riverside, and a familiar figure was squatting by the river washing something.

After a while, Chu Ling walked back from the river and was carrying a bunch of things in her hand. Seeing Jun Wuhuan looking at her with his eyes open, a smile appeared on his lips, "Are you awake?"

Jun Wuhuan moved his lips, his voice was dull and weak, "A Ling..."

Chu Ling put down the thing, took a piece of bamboo tube hanging beside him and sent it to his lips and said, "You can't drink too much water now, just moisten your throat."

Jun Wuhuan took a sip of water and felt his throat feel much more comfortable, so he smiled at her. Chu Ling put the bamboo tube containing water aside, helped Jun Wuhuan lie down and sighed: "You'd better pray that it won't rain in the past two days, and that Nangong Yuyue and the people from the Underworld will not chase after you so quickly. Otherwise, we will be cold." Chu Ling also thought about whether to make a fire. Not every place can find a cave for people to live in. If you don't make a fire, Jun Wuhuan will be frozen to death. If you make a fire, you may be found whereabouts. I don't know where this valley is. Not only is it a large area, there are steep peaks on all sides. Chu Ling walked for a long time but couldn't find an exit. He was worried about leaving Jun Wuhuan here alone, so he had to come back first.

While talking, Chu Ling began to pound medicine on the clean stone slab.

Jun Wuhuan moved, frowned at his powerlessness, and whispered: "Don't worry, A Ling, this place...the entrance and exit are at the bottom of the water, and the place where we fell from... is already far away. Even if Nangong Yuyue's people come here, it will take a few days." As for whether it rains, it will be left to fate.

Chu Ling was a little surprised, "Have you been here?"

Jun Wuhuan smiled and said, "This is near Shangjing." Chu Ling was stunned for a moment and reacted, "Are you all familiar with Shangjing?"

Jun Wuhuan nodded.

Chu Ling looked at him strangely. This was not like the habit of a businessman, but more like the habit of a general. However, even most generals would not bother to figure out the terrain of a place that they didn't need at all. This is not a strategic goal.

"This is the best." Chu Ling said, "We wanted to use internal force to adjust your breathing for you, but found some problems. I dare not act rashly. Apart from the injury, your body is fine, right?" Jun Wuhuan laughed and said, "Don't worry, A Ling, I'm fine."

Chu Ling nodded, not knowing whether he believed it. He just reached out to untie Jun Wuhuan's clothes. Seeing that Jun Wuhuan looked at him with a strange look, he reacted and twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Put the medicine."

Jun Wuhuan smiled and said, "It's time for A Ling."

Chu Ling pulled open his clothes, and although he had seen it once, he couldn't help but breathe. Not to mention the terrible back, even the wound on Jun Wuhuan's chest was shocking. Looking at the scars that were either new or old, Chu Ling said, "I think the person who needs the ointment is not me, but Mr. Changli."

The cold touch of the herbs made Jun Wuhuan's body stiff, but he smiled faintly and said, "What's the same? It's okay if I have more scars, it's nothing more." Chu Ling raised his eyebrows and said, "You're just a few scars." Although Chu Ling's medical skills are negligible, they can be regarded as half a scar identification expert. I didn't pay much attention to it three years ago. I looked carefully before and found that Jun Wuhuan had seven or eight serious scars on his chest, including knife wounds, sword wounds, and other weapon wounds. At least four or five of them were put on others, which were probably enough to be fatal. Not to mention, I'm afraid there were many small injuries that did not leave scars. From a stricter perspective, Changli Gongzi's body was in no way to appreciate. Although his figure was good, he looked a little thin. The countless scars made Chu Ling think of the pieced together rag doll.

"The external trauma is easy to say, but I have no choice but to get internal trauma. Did you not bring medicine or fell into the water?" Chu Ling asked while applying medicine.

Jun Wuhuan frowned and said, "It's probably because I fell down, it's okay... it's not important."

Chu Ling paused her hand and said, "In the eyes of Mr. Changli, what is an important thing?"

Young Master Changli keenly felt that Miss A Ling's anger seemed to be not very smooth, and he shut up and stopped provoking her. Chu Ling snorted lightly, but soon sighed again and said, "Since you are so familiar with this place, you must have a clear idea when you fall down. Is it because I have been too much trouble to aggravate your injury?" If Jun Wuhuan didn't take him with him, he might not have been hurt so seriously.

Jun Wuhuan shook his head, "Why would A Ling think so? If A Ling hadn't blocked the mountain, I might have fallen into the water and couldn't get up. Even if... I crawled out of the water, I would have..."

Chu Ling shook her head and stopped talking. Her subordinates carefully treated the bloody wound. When they finally finished the medicine, Chu Ling finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked down at Jun Wuhuan who had fallen asleep again.

It was confirmed that Jun Wuhuan had just fallen asleep, and Chu Ling started to get busy again. Since she woke up, she has been busy making fires, looking for herbs, and looking for prey. She almost didn't eat anything except gnawing two somewhat shriveled fruits. Only then did she sit down and deal with the prey she had just called to fill her stomach.

But not long after, she found something wrong again, and Jun Wuhuan began to have a high fever. Neither Chu Ling nor Jun Wuhuan had any medicines on her body. In order to prevent wound infection, although Chu Ling also found some symptomatic medicinal materials, it was not convenient to decoct the medicine and it was slow to take effect. Chu Ling had to use water over and over again to make physical cooling for him.

When Jun Wuhuan's body temperature finally returned to normal, Chu Ling couldn't help but leaned against the side and fell asleep.

In fact, Jun Wuhuan's body's resistance to injuries is much stronger than that of ordinary people. This is not surprising. Jun Wuhuan has already practiced the ability to keep his life even in his sleep. Unless he falls into a deep coma and has no sense of the outside world, if Jun Wuhuan is really in such a situation, he will basically be far from death without others killing him. Therefore, even if he is injured or gets cold, he will get better slowly even without taking medicine.

It was already dawn the next day when Jun Wuhuan woke up again. The fire was still burning around her. Obviously, someone had just added firewood not long ago. Jun Wuhuan turned his head and looked over and saw Chu Ling sitting not far beside him, leaning against the hillside behind him, already asleep. Jun Wuhuan sighed in his heart and slowly sat up on the ground. During the action, whether it was an external injury or an old disease, he was struggling with pain, but Jun Wuhuan's face was still calm, as if he did not feel any pain at all.

His movement of getting up made Chu Ling open his eyes from his shallow sleep, "What are you doing?"

Jun Wuhuan smiled at her and said softly: "I'm fine... Thank you for your hard work."

Chu Ling said: "Let's lie down if you have nothing to do."

Jun Wuhuan took two steps, walked to Chu Ling and sat down slowly. He reached out and touched Chu Ling's shoulder lightly, frowned and said, "Did the wound crack?"

"No." Chu Ling said: "You should care more about yourself, don't move around, I smell the smell of blood." He reached out and pulled open his empty clothes, and indeed saw that blood had flowed out of a wound again. It was obvious that he had just pulled the wound.

Chu Ling reached out and pressed him against the hillside where he reached out, "If you don't want to walk, just lean on it, don't move." He took soft cloth and clear water from the side and treated the wound again. Chu Ling frowned slightly, touched his chest with his slender fingertips, and said, "It hurts a lot?"

Jun Wuhuan shook his head slowly.

"Why is it so stiff if it doesn't hurt?"

Jun Wuhuan was silent for a moment, leaned against Chu Ling and whispered: "A Ling, let me... lean on it for a while."

With a little bit of weakness in his voice, Chu Ling heard him whisper: "It hurts so much."

Chu Ling hesitated for a moment, reached out and patted his shoulder gently. This was a comforting and comforting action. Jun Wuhuan leaned against Chu Ling for a while and said nothing. Chu Ling clearly felt under his palm that Jun Wuhuan was trembling. Ordinary trauma was naturally not enough to make Jun Wuhuan like this. Chu Ling remembered the bottle of painkiller that Jun Wuhuan had been taking.

"Jun Wuhuan?!" He reached out and held Jun Wuhuan's wrist and found that... his inner breath was chaotic, and his strong internal strength rushed into Jun Wuhuan's meridians. The internal power that Chu Ling first learned was given by Jun Wuhuan, and it was Zhongzheng and peaceful. After that, he had always been instructed and cared for Tuoba Xingye. He had never experienced this feeling similar to being possessed by the devil in his life.

Jun Wuhuan leaned against Chu Ling, and cold sweat had appeared on his forehead. He gritted his teeth and said, "It's nothing..."

Chu Ling sighed, and felt a sense of weakness and slight powerlessness. In this case, she had no choice but to look at Jun Wuhuan in pain. She didn't know how to help Jun Wuhuan. This experience was not very good for the blood fox who had always been strongly in control of everything she had. Seeing the person in front of her leaning against her trembling look with cold sweat on her head, Chu Ling could only carefully avoid the wound on his body and hug him tighter.

After dawn, Jun Wuhuan must find the medicinal materials he needs. Even if it is... medicinal materials that can be used to quench thirst. Jun Wuhuan's body now will definitely not be able to withstand this twice, so he has to take the slightest advantage of both evils.

Fortunately, when it was dawn, Jun Wuhuan finally calmed down. He sat up slowly and said, "Let A Ling laugh."

Chu Ling shook her head and sighed softly, "Do you know where the exit of this place is? I think the weather will not be too good these two days, and your body is too unhappy."

Jun Wuhuan thought for a moment and said, "Walking along this river, it looks like an exit for about twenty miles. However... this exit is a waterway, and the exit is a waterfall about ten feet high. From there, the water will flow with the Mulan River again." Chu Lingran, without saying anything else, because of her and Jun Wuhuan's height and weight difference, it is unlikely that she would take Jun Wuhuan to walk twenty miles. It would be even more impossible if Jun Wuhuan walked by himself. With the injuries on his body, twenty miles were enough to make them last forever.

He sighed helplessly, and Chu Ling said, "I'll go find any place nearby to settle down. Let's take a two-day break before leaving. By the way, can your people... find this place?" Jun Wuhuan shook his head, "It's a surprise that we can float here. I originally planned to go ashore immediately after entering the water, but I was really weak at that time and was rushed into the place by accident. What's more, most of the people who are used by Lingxiao Trading Company and my subordinates have already evacuated. All those who are left are just some spies, and there are probably not many who have the ability to avoid the people from the Northern Jin Dynasty entering the mountain."

Chu Ling shrugged, not disappointed. He reached out and patted Jun Wuhuan on the shoulder and said, "It's okay, don't worry."

"I'm the one who implicated Ah Ling."

Chu Ling refused to ask, what would you do if I wasn't here?

Since Jun Wuhuan was awake, he was somewhat self-protection. Chu Ling was not so worried, and he could go far if he went to collect herbs. The main purple mist grass in the medicine that Jun Wuhuan needed was itself a common herb, and it was indeed found by Chu Ling. While collecting herbs, Chu Ling did not forget to pick some wild fruits and hunt some prey.

Carrying a pile of prey, Chu Ling suddenly swept to the crack of the stones on the hillside next to him. A plant that looked like ginseng grew. When you look closely, it was indeed a ginseng. However... the small tree next to the ginseng was helped by a strip of cloth. Chu Ling frowned and took back his hands that wanted to dig ginseng. This was a habit that only herb collectors in the mountains had. When they found some precious medicinal materials that were not suitable for picking, they left a mark until they came next time or felt that the time was right.

If you have this, it means that there are people who collect herbs here. Maybe... there are people nearby?

Chu Ling frowned and wondered whether this was a good or a bad thing.

"Hey, what do you want to do?" Suddenly a voice rang out in the distance, and a young man in coarse linen hurriedly ran over from the other end of the hillside.

Chu Ling raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at her with a smile, "I? Take the medicine."

The young man looked at her cautiously and said, "That...that was what I discovered first." He could naturally see that the beautiful girl in front of him was not like an ordinary person, and he couldn't help but become a little cautious. Chu Ling raised his eyebrows and said, "But there was no one here when I came here, and there was no name on this ginseng."

The young man pointed to the cloth stick and said, "That... was tied to me."

Chu Ling said: "There is no name on it, what are your name?"

"You... why are you unreasonable!" the young man said angrily.

Chu Ling couldn't help laughing, "Okay, I'm just kidding you. Brother, I'm useful to this ginseng, how about selling it to me?"

The young man looked at her hesitantly, "You... can you afford it?" Chu Ling also knew that he looked a little down and out now. Although he was not as miserable as his body, his black clothes were also a little worn. Chu Ling said, "I think this person is still young, and the medicinal properties are just average. How much do you usually sell?"

"I always have to sell for ten taels of silver." The young man felt a little guilty. The medicinal power of this ginseng is indeed very average at present. If I dig it and sell it, I am afraid I won't sell it for ten taels of silver. But he didn't plan to dig it now.

Chu Ling nodded and said, "Okay, how about you give it to me?"
To be continued...