For a Prosperous World

It was a little late, and the reddish setting sun stained Shuofang's gray-yellow soil with a bit of red. As the night was about to go, the weather added a bit of coolness, and the slightly cold wind blowing across the neckline was always unconsciously snoring.

Xing Chuiyang was obliquely shining in the small courtyard. On the wall made of earth and stones, something like a gecko but not quite like it spit out his tongue and climbed from the wall into the shadow of the corner.

Gu Nan finished the medicine, and sat in the small courtyard watching Duanmu Qing's busy figure. She didn't know what she was busy with, but only knew that she was rummaging around among a pile of herbs. What medicine should she be looking for?

He put the mashed herb aside, Gu Nan turned his head and looked at the sword on the wall.

She always felt familiar with this sword.

没有 There is nothing very special about this sword, or it should be an ordinary bronze sword.

I can only see the lines on the scabbard and the length of the sword body. If it is correct, it is a Qin sword.

After all, the bronze swords of Qin Di are longer than the bronze swords produced elsewhere.

Looking at the sword, Gu Nan stood up and walked to the wall.

She slowly reached out her hand and held it on the hilt of the sword. The hilt of the hilt was slightly cold, and the moment he touched the hilt, Gu Nan seemed to be remembering something.

她 When she first started learning swords, Guiguzi once taught her a lesson, which she called Ginseng sword.

If you are a swordsman, you will only use swords, and you must understand swords. Each sword is different. Weight, length, and cutting edge are all unique. If the person using the sword does not understand the sword in his hand, the sword in his hand will naturally be difficult to achieve what he wants.

So she was often forced to hold her first bronze sword at that time, sitting in a small courtyard and enlightenment.

She did not know what she had learned, but for her today, each sword is indeed different. After the sword is started, she can feel the difference of the sword.

Gu Nan's eyes were fascinating. She really knew the sword.

With a soft bang, the bronze sword was pulled out of the sheath 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 of light.

The cricket is slightly different from the scabbard. There is no rust on the blade, but there are a few gaps on the edge of the blade, which are caused by chopping on the armor.

She pinched her hand on the blade, and she could be sure that this should be her first sword that year, and she had used this sword to kill on the battlefield in Changping.

Where did this sword go later, and why did it appear here?

Gu Nan recalled for a moment. She remembered that when she gave the sword to a female doctor who healed her in Changping.

The female doctor seems to be called Nian ...

She frowned, the doctor's name, she could not remember, it was a long time ago.

"What are you doing?"

Kuan Duanmuqing heard intermittent sounds from behind him, Gu Nan turned his head and held the sword in his hand.

"Nothing, just look at this sword."

He said she put the bronze sword into the scabbard on the wall.

"Whose sword is this?" Gu Nan asked, putting his hand down from the sword.

这 "This, this is, the ancestor."

Wu Duanmuqing replied that she seemed to find all the herbs, and she put a small pile of herbs into a small jar, and walked to the corner of the courtyard, covered with dry wood, as if preparing for a fire.

"Was it easy to say, the name of the ancestor?"

Gu Nan continued to ask, she wanted to remember that person's name, and she didn't know why, presumably she didn't want to forget her life.

Yun Duanmuqing took a look at her and said slowly: "It is my ancestor, read, read."

听 "Hear, I heard that the sword was a gift from an old man."

"Nantuan ..." Gu Nan muttered the name.

Recalled something in front of me.

小 That year the young man will immediately unleash a long sword and throw it to the doctor who wants to leave.

I kept her on the road to defend herself.

Old people?

"Oh." Gu Nan's mouth twitched slightly and laughed.

"You, you, what are you laughing at?" Duanmu Qing rolled up his sleeves and asked in confusion, wearing firewood.

"Nothing." Gu Nan shook her head and smiled at Duan Muqing. "I just met her once."

"Who?"

"Read it."

Duanmu Qing poked his mouth and picked up a piece of firewood, splitting it up: "You, you again, nonsense."

Gu Nan smiled and walked up and said.

"Let me do the chopping for you."

...

When Huo went to the hospital, it was almost night before they got good medicine. Duan Muqing didn't let them leave, but set up a room for them, saying that they should let them stay one night first.

The horse's thief's knife is curved. Such knife injuries are very thin, but very long, so if the treatment is not good, there will be many problems in the future, and there may be hidden injuries.

He Duanmuqing said that they would cook the commonly used medicines at night, take them away tomorrow, apply the wounds once a day with medicines, and wait for the wounds to heal.

I was about to go to night. Even if I left at this time, it was impossible to march directly. After Huo went to the hospital and the soldiers thanked him, they stayed and waited for another night.

Duan Muqing's home is a total of two rooms, one is used to store medicine, and now it has been put out to let Huo go to the sick to stay, and Gu Nan is arranged to rest in her room, she estimates tonight I wasn't ready to rest ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Gu Nan was sitting beside the door frame with his chin on his back, without a cell beside him.

Kuan Duanmuqing was cooking medicine in the courtyard, and the flame was beating under the stove, lighting a corner in the courtyard and also illuminating the face of the girl in front of the stove.

The altar of medicine cooked on the oven rose up, and the smell of the herbs permeated the air. It was a slight bitter taste, but it was not unpleasant.

"Mr. Qing, let me do the cooking, sir. It's better to rest earlier."

I saw the girl sitting by the stove with some dozing, Gu Nan said with a smile.

她 In her opinion, there is no need to keep things like boiling medicine, just boil it.

Pu Duanmuqing opened her eyes, rubbed her hands and turned her head to look at Gu Nan and shook her head, "No, no, you will be boiled, bad."

而且 "And, you, you don't have to, call me Mr. Qing."

He said again and looked at the medicine altar intently again.

"Then I'll call you Sunny girl."

Gu Nan looked at her with a smile, this was a serious little girl.

About half an hour later, Duan Muqing poured the medicine out. The medicine inside was so thick that she poured it into a small basket.

The sticky medicinal paste fell into the basket, slowly flowing down the crevice, leaving some uncooked impurities on it.

I finished one altar, and Duanmu Qing picked up the other altar and poured it into a bowl.

的 The medicine in this altar is not that mushy appearance, but rather a relatively clean medicine juice, a light brown, with a scent of medicine that can be smelled far away.