"The water is ready..."
In the night, lights swayed everywhere in the city, and in the quiet and somewhat barren courtyard, Ning Yi put the water basin on the table in the back room.
The black-clothed woman held a small medicine bag in her hand. She was leaning against the bed to clean up her wounds. When Ning Yi came in, she pulled up her clothes and stopped. Her face was still covered with a veil, but her body was still covered in blood. Ning Yi thought for a while, then searched a cabinet next to him, and took out a robe.
"There is no change of clothes here. Only this one is clean. Your clothes are torn. You can change them a little at night. New clothes can be brought over tomorrow."
The woman gave him a stern look: "Where do you want to go?"
Ning Yi hesitated for a while, then raised his hand and said with a smile: "Okay, wait until you trust me, you can take care of your injuries first, I'll sit outside and boil some more water."
"If you want to go, no matter how fast you can run, I guarantee you won't be able to get out of this courtyard."
"I know, I won't leave."
Ning Yi smiled, then turned around and took a jar from the shelf, opened it, and it was full of strong alcohol.
"Alcohol, but it's too strong to drink. If you want to wash a wound, you can use this."
In fact, it was full of alcohol, so Ning Yi went out and closed the door. The woman frowned slightly and listened to the footsteps. After a moment, she opened her clothes in the light, and the red cloth strips covered her chest layer by layer, and the cloth strips were broken in several places. From the upper shoulder to the lower abdomen, the skin is full of blood, some of which have condensed into blood scabs, dark red, and the wounds are shocking. , When the clothes were dragged down, the congealed blood scab was torn apart again. She pursed her lips and endured it, but most of the wounds on her body were not bleeding at this time, and they stopped on their own.
The woman twisted the cloth strip in the basin, frowned slightly and began to wipe the blood on her body. A bean-like light, an ancient sword, a woman wiping her body in a shabby room... A moment later, on the other side of the wall, Ning Yi also sat down on the stool, staring at the lights in the room, the woman could probably hear His movements paused slightly, and then continued to wipe the wound, applying the wound medicine powder to the wound.
"This place was originally an abandoned garden, and generally no one came. If it was before, it might have been searched during the search, but I have already rented it, so it shouldn't be a problem. Next door is the Yushan Academy, and there is a small bamboo forest and a small river in the past. There are two restaurants on the other side of the river, expanding into a triangular residential area with alleys extending in all directions. It should not be easy if someone wants to catch up there. There are Changxing Street and Changye Street next to it. , if you go further, the road leads to the south gate... On the other side of the yard is... "
With his back against the wall, Ning Yi spoke slowly and introduced everything around him. The woman was quietly taking the medicine over there, listening, and after a while, she said, "Are you a Daoist disciple?"
"Um?"
"There are so many alchemy things out there."
"Oh, it's not alchemy, I should be a Confucian disciple, these are things."
"should?"
"should."
"...Why do you know I'm under the carriage?"
"Feeling...or guessing..."
"You have a grudge against Song Xian?"
"No, I've heard some of his notoriety."
"… not entirely false."
"I saw the girl before."
There was a slight silence over there: "When?"
"This year's New Year's Eve, when the girl was fighting on Suzaku Street, she watched from a few dozen meters away. Later, in the restaurant, the girl dressed up as a maid and poured wine there."
"...I remember." The voice sank slightly. On the other side of the wall, the woman who was wiping the wound stopped slowly, and with a wave of her right arm, she grabbed the hilt of the sword on the small table and stabbed back. past. With a puff, the earth and stone shot out from the other end of the wall. The sword edge pierced the earth wall and stopped at Ning Yi's face. Ning Yi smiled and glanced at it.
"You were the scholar who wrote poetry that day... why did you follow me!"
"It's you who followed me today." Ning Yi said these words to the wall, and the woman over the wall was stunned for a while, "But you should understand that I have no ill intentions."
After a moment, the woman pulled the sword back and put it on the table, and the light penetrated slightly from the gap pierced by the long sword.
"But why follow me? What are your plans?"
"Except because of Song Xian... I want to learn martial arts." Ning Yi said frankly. The wall was stunned for a while, as if stunned by the answer. After a while, the voice softened: "Nonsense."
"It's true, I have always been careful about martial arts, and I have long wanted to know what the legendary high-level martial arts looks like..."
"You are quite talented?" The voice over there interrupted him.
"Uh, it's not good to talk about it yourself..."
"Upstairs that day, everyone asked you to write a poem, and you wrote a poem, but no one said anything... You talented people have always looked down on martial arts. You are also talented and famous, and now you say that you want to learn martial arts, but you are still advanced. Martial arts. You don't go into battle, you don't fight with people, you just pretend, what's the use of learning, I don't believe it."
The woman spoke lightly, but there was no emotion in it, she just stated these words. Ning Yi thought about it, heard the faint sound of the bell outside the city, and laughed: "It's true... it's useless. And I heard that advanced martial arts have to be practiced from children. For more than ten or twenty years, it is not every day. Tsurufang has achievements, isn't it?"
"You are indeed past the age of martial arts."
"It's a pity." Ning Yi smiled, "Actually... I'm doing a good job."
"... Grid?"
"Well, it is to research the truth of everything, and then deduce and use it. For example, the alcohol you use to clean the wound has been cooled and distilled several times. At present, it is only a little extracted, but if it is used for winemaking..."
It was not early, Ning Yi said something casually, waiting for the time to pass. In the room inside, the woman was dealing with her injuries, occasionally saying a word absentmindedly, after all, all her clothes were covered in blood. It was still on the side, the white bandage was tied around the chest, and it went around the shoulders, and even wrapped around the thigh and right foot several times. After hesitating for a while, she finally put the robe on her body. At this time, the veil was taken off, and the pale face looked weak, but still vigilant.
After a while, Ning Yi said, "It's too late. If I don't go back, my family will probably come to me. I'll come back tomorrow morning. The girl is injured and needs to rest early."
Ning Yi waited for a while, but there was no answer there, he turned off the lamp and was about to go out, and then said: "By the way, if the alcohol lamp is going to go out, just take a cover from the side to cover the flame, if you use a blower Yes, I was afraid it would explode. After speaking, I pushed the door out and closed it gently.
The door of the room inside was gently opened, and the robe was gently pulled by her hand. The woman walked out barefoot and silently, frowned and looked at the door, then walked to the door and opened a crack, and looked over to the yard. Look, Ning Yi has already left the courtyard. After a while, the sound of the carriage sounded and gradually disappeared.
There was the sound of insects chirping in the grass in the yard, and the stars were blinking in such a night. The woman frowned and thought about it for a while, looking at the direction of the carriage. Then she looked back at the room outside, on the shelf. All kinds of things, bottles and jars, she just glanced at it when she woke up before, so she thought it was the place where Taoists made alchemy, and only now did she see more things in the room. A few tables are arranged in a long line in a slightly empty place, strange iron shelves, strange iron barrels, pipes, instruments that are completely incomprehensible, a black wooden board hangs on the wall at the end, white strange symbols, starlight The light came in from the window lattice, sprinkled on the pages of the table and the open rice paper, and the brush was clackling on the pen holder...
Ye Feng blew in from the opening of the wooden door at the rear, blowing her messy hair and slightly oversized robe. Under the robe, there was a faint outline of a figure wrapped in bandages. The woman closed the door with her backhand. Walking all the way back into the room, hugging her sword and knees, curled up in the corner of the bed and fell asleep...
Shouldn't suddenly leave tonight...
As the carriage drove towards the side door of Su's house, Ning Yi took a few deep breaths, thinking about it, and then laughed.
Because she has no clothes to wear...
Of course, the main reason is that due to her injuries, officials like Song Xian died. Soon, officers and soldiers would set up cards all over Jiangning. With such serious injuries, she could not go out for the time being.
Judging from the way this woman arranged for the envoy to open Song Xian's personal guard, she was not an idiot either, she knew how to make trade-offs so that she would not suddenly become stupid.
If you want to directly say that you are interested in martial arts, the scale is a little difficult. The most important thing is that if you talk about it later, it will inevitably give people the impression that the whole plan is for this matter. Personal art industry, in the society, is still the most cherished atmosphere, not to mention such a superb art. He was over his age, but he didn't ask for any first-class masters, and he didn't even think about running in the arena or on the battlefield at all.
This matter, first said, and then try to dilute the elements of other aspects, but it appears to be magnanimous. If you put it in the future, it will cause the other party to be upset. If they really feel that they owe you favor, they may also think that you are planning her and perfunctory you.
To make a good impression tomorrow and keep her going...
After coming to the Wu Dynasty for so long, it was the first time that he actively thought about planning things. It felt similar to the feeling of negotiating with people to pull orders or sell ideas before. First, let people feel sincere, and then talk slowly. Conditions, what do you need, what do I need. In fact, for him, from the beginning to the end, it is still the kind of money and goods exchange, but before that, he will try his best to strive for a position where he can talk on an equal footing.
All the way home, I crossed the path through the side door and looked at it from a distance. There was no light in the small courtyard where I lived. It is estimated that Tan'er's master and servant hadn't come back. Xiaochan didn't know if she fell asleep. When he walked to the gate of the courtyard, he saw the girl sitting in the central pavilion.
With neat bangs and a white dress with broken flowers, the girl sat there thinking about something, clenched her fists on her knees, giving people the feeling of clenching her teeth, and the brilliance of the stars sprinkled from the sky, shining on the girl's focus. side face. Ning Yi watched for two seconds, the girl's eyes moved, then she looked over and stood up.
The night wind was blowing the skirt, and the girl stood there staring blankly. She didn't look like the little Chan who was hopping around in a bag, but a more mature one who always hid behind her. Xiaochan, this feeling lasted for two seconds.
"Gu..."
The first syllable came out, already with some choked breath, tears rolled down from the girl's eyes, she raised her hand to wipe it, and suddenly burst into tears.
"Uncle..."
Amidst the crying, Xiaochan ran over from there, jumped into his arms and hugged him, almost pushing him back a step. Ning Yi hugged her back and sighed.
"came back… "
"Uncle... where have you been... "
Under the night, the crying girl seemed to be a little shorter, so she changed back to the little Chan before...