It was getting late, and the reddish setting sun stained the grayish-yellow land in the north with a little red. Vertex novel update is the fastest As night is approaching, the weather is a bit cooler, and the slightly cold wind blowing through the neckline always makes people shiver unconsciously.
The hanging sun slanted in the small courtyard, and on the wall made of earth and rocks, a thing that looked like a gecko but didn't look like it stuck out its tongue, and crawled from the top of the wall into the shadow of the corner.
After Gu Nan finished making the medicine, she sat in the small courtyard and watched Duanmuqing's busy figure. She didn't know what she was busy with, only that she was rummaging around among a pile of herbs, probably looking for some medicine.
Putting the crushed herbs aside, Gu Nan turned to look at the sword hanging on the wall.
She always felt that this sword looked familiar.
There is nothing very special about this sword, or it should be an ordinary bronze sword.
But looking at the pattern on the scabbard and the length of the blade, it is definitely a Qin sword.
After all, the bronze swords produced in Qin are longer than those produced in other places.
Looking at the sword, Gu Nan stood up and walked to the wall.
She slowly stretched out her hand and held it on the hilt of the sword. The hilt of the sword was slightly cold, and the moment his hand touched the hilt, Gu Nan seemed to recall something.
When she first started learning swords, Guiguzi once taught her a lesson, which in Guigu's terms is called "Shenjian".
As a swordsman, it is not appropriate to only use the sword, but also to understand the sword. Every sword is different. Weight, length, cutting edge, can be said to be unique. If the person who uses the sword does not understand the sword in his hand, the sword in his hand will naturally be difficult to achieve what his heart desires.
So at that time, she was often forced to hold her first bronze sword and sit in a small courtyard to study enlightenment.
She doesn't know what she learned from the enlightenment, but for her now, every sword is indeed different. After getting the sword, she can feel the difference of the sword.
Gu Nan's eyes were fascinated, she was really familiar with this sword.
With a soft sound, the bronze long sword was pulled out of its scabbard and held in her hand. Gu Nan's eyes fell on the blade of the long sword, and the edge of the blade glowed with an arc.
Unlike the slight rust on the scabbard, there was no rust on the blade, but there were a few gaps on the top of the blade, which were caused by chopping on the armor.
Rubbing the blade with her hand, she can be sure that this should be her first sword back then, and she used this sword to fight on the Changping battlefield.
Where did the sword go, and why did it appear here
Gu Nan thought about it, she remembered that she gave this sword to a female doctor who healed her in Changping.
That female doctor seems to be called Nian
She frowned, she couldn't remember the doctor's name, it was a long time ago.
"What are you doing, what are you doing?"
Duanmuqing's intermittent voice came from behind, and Gu Nan turned around, holding the sword in his hand.
"Nothing, just take a look at this sword."
As she spoke, she put the bronze sword into the scabbard on the wall.
"Whose sword is this?" Gu Nan lowered his hand from the sword and asked.
"This, this is, something from the ancestors."
Duanmuqing replied that she seemed to have found all the medicinal herbs. She put a small pile of medicinal herbs into a small jar, and walked to the corner of the small courtyard with dry firewood wrapped around it, as if preparing to light a fire.
"Is it convenient to tell me the name of that ancestor?"
Gu Nan continued to ask, she wanted to remember that person's name, she didn't know why, probably because she didn't want to forget what she had lived.
Duanmuqing glanced at her, and said slowly: "It's my master, Nian, Nianduan."
"I heard, I heard that this sword is a gift from an old friend."
"Nianduan" Gu Nan murmured the name.
What was recalled in front of my eyes.
Back then, the young general untied his long sword from his horse and threw it to the doctor who was leaving on the road.
It was for her to keep it for self-defense on the road.
Old friend
"Heh." The corners of Gu Nan's mouth curled up slightly, and he laughed out loud.
"You, you, what are you laughing at?" Duanmuqing asked suspiciously as she rolled up her sleeves and covered the firewood.
"It's nothing." Gu Nan shook his head, smiled at Duanmuqing and said, "It's just that I have met her once."
"Who?"
"Nian Duan."
Duanmuqing twitched her mouth, picked up a piece of firewood, and started to split it: "You, you are, talking nonsense again."
Gu Nan smiled, walked up and said.
"Let me chop it for you."
It was almost night when Huo Qubing and the others took the medicine, but Duanmuqing didn't let them go, but gave them a whole room, saying that they would stay for one night first.
The horse thief's knife has a curvature, and the wounds caused by such a knife are very thin, but very long, so if it is not handled well, there will be many problems in the follow-up, and it may leave hidden wounds.
Duanmuqing said that in the evening, they would cook the commonly used medicine for them, take it away tomorrow, apply the medicine to the wound once a day, and wait until the wound heals to heal.
It was almost nightfall, and even if he left at this time, it was impossible to march directly. After thanking the soldiers, Huo Qubing stayed and prepared to wait another night.
There are only two rooms in Duanmuqing's house, one is used to stockpile medicine, and now it has been arranged for Huo Qubing and the others to live in, while Gu Nan is arranged to rest in her room. Is not ready to rest.
Gu Nan propped his chin and sat by the door frame, Wuge beside him.
Duanmuqing was cooking medicine in the courtyard, the flame was beating under the stove, illuminating a corner of the courtyard, and also illuminating the face of the girl in front of the stove.
The pot of medicine that was boiling on the stove rose, and the smell of herbs permeated the air. It was a light and slightly bitter smell, which could not be described, but it was not unpleasant.
"Mr. Qing, let me do the cooking. It's better for you to rest earlier, sir."
Seeing the girl dozing off while sitting by the stove, Gu Nan said with a light smile.
In her opinion, there is no need to keep guarding about cooking medicine, as long as it is not boiled.
Duanmuqing opened her eyes, rubbed her hands, looked back at Gu Nan, shook her head and said, "No, you can't, you will burn it, it will break."
"And, you, you don't have to, call me Mr. Qing."
As he spoke, he focused on looking at the medicine altar in front of him again.
"Then I'll call you Miss Qing."
Gu Nan looked at her with a smile, this is a serious little girl.
About half an hour later, Duanmuqing poured out a portion of the medicine that Duanmuqing had cooked. The medicine in it was boiled and thickened, and she poured it into a small basket.
The viscous paste fell into the basket and slowly flowed down through the slits, leaving some uncooked impurities on it.
After finishing one jar, Duanmuqing picked up another jar and poured it into a bowl.
The medicine in this jar is not that mushy, but a relatively clean medicine juice, which is light brown and has a medicinal fragrance that can be smelled from a distance.