It was a little late, and the reddish slanting sun stained the gray and yellow land of Shuofang a little red. As the night approaches, the weather adds a little cooler, and the slightly cold wind blowing through the neckline always makes people shiver unconsciously.

The sun shone obliquely in the small courtyard, and on the wall made of earth and stone, something that looked like a gecko but did not look like it stuck out its tongue and crawled from the wall into the shadow of the corner.

Gu Nan finished pounding the medicine, sat in the small courtyard and looked at Duanmu Qing's busy figure, and didn't know what she was busy with, only that she was rummaging around between a pile of herbs, what medicine should she be looking for.

Putting aside the herbs that had been mashed into crumbling foam, Gu Nan turned his head to look at the sword hanging on the wall again.

She always felt that this sword had something familiar.

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

However, looking at the lines on the scabbard, as well as the length of the sword body, it should be a Qin sword.

After all, the bronze swords of Qin Di were longer than those produced in other places.

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

She slowly reached out and gripped the hilt of the sword. The hilt of the sword was slightly cool, and the moment his hand touched the hilt, Gu Nan seemed to remember something.

When she first started learning swords, Guiguzi once taught her a lesson, which was called Shenjian in Guigu's parlance.

As a swordsman, you should only use a sword, but you must also understand the sword, and every sword is different. The weight, length, cutting edge, can all 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 his heart.

So at that time, she was often forced to hold her first bronze sword and sit in the small courtyard to see what she wanted.

She didn't know what came out of her understanding, but for her now, every sword is indeed different, and after the sword is in her hands, she can feel the difference in the sword.

Gu Nan's eyes were distracted, she was really familiar with this sword.

With a soft sound, the bronze longsword was pulled out of its scabbard and held it in her hand. Gu Nan's gaze fell on the blade of the long sword, and the edge of the blade glowed with an arc light.

Unlike the scabbard, which is slightly rusty, there is no rust on the blade, but there are a few notches in the top of the blade, which are caused by the chopping on the armor.

With her hand rubbing on the blade, she could be sure that this should be her first sword that year, and she had used this sword to fight on the battlefield of Changping.

Where did the sword go, and why did it end up here?

Gu Nan thought about it for a while, she remembered that back then, she gave this sword to a female doctor who was treating her injuries in Changping.

The female doctor seems to be called Nian ······

She frowned, the doctor's name, she couldn't remember anymore, it was a long time ago.

"What are you doing, what are you doing?"

Duanmu Qing's intermittent voice came from behind him, and Gu Nan turned his head and took the sword in his hand.

"Nothing, just look at the sword."

As she spoke, she placed the bronze sword in the scabbard on the wall.

"Whose sword is this?" Gu Nan's hand was lowered from the sword and asked.

"This, this is, the things of the ancestors."

Duanmuqing replied, she seemed to have found all the herbs, a small pile of herbs was put into a small jar by her, and she walked to the corner of the small courtyard and draped it with dry firewood, as if preparing to make a fire.

"Is it convenient to say the name of the 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 ancestor, Nian, Nianduan." ”

"I heard, I heard that this sword was given by the old man."

"Nian Duan ······" Gu Nan muttered the name.

What was remembered in front of my eyes.

The young general untied a long sword from his horse and threw it to the doctor who was about to leave on the road.

It was for her to stay on the road for self-defense.

The deceased?

"Huh." The corners of Gu Nan's mouth were slightly hooked, and he laughed.

"You, you, what are you laughing at?" Duanmu Qing rolled up her sleeves and asked suspiciously, draped in firewood.

"Nothing." Gu Nan shook his head and said with a smile at Duanmu Qing, "It's just that I've seen her before. ”

"Who?"

"Nian Duan."

Duanmuqing pursed her lips and picked up a piece of firewood, and chopped it: "You, you again, talking nonsense again." ”

Gu Nan smiled, walked up and said.

"I'll help you chop."

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It was almost night when Huo Qu was sick and they were given good medicine, so Duanmuqing didn't let them leave, but gave them a room, saying that he wanted them to stay for one night first.

The knife of a horse thief has a curve, and the knife wounds caused by such knives are very thin, but very long, so if they are not handled well, there will be many problems in the follow-up, and there may be dark wounds.

Duanmuqing said that he would cook the commonly used medicine for them in the evening, take it tomorrow, apply the medicine to the wound once a day, and wait until the wound heals to heal.

It was already almost night, and even if he left at this time, it was impossible to march directly, so Huo Qubing stayed behind and prepared to wait for another night after thanking the soldiers.

Duanmu Qing's house has a total of two rooms, one is used to stock up on medicine, and now it has been sorted out for Huo Qu to live in, and Gu Nan is arranged to rest in her room, and she herself is probably not ready to rest tonight.

Gu Nan sat by the door frame with his chin propped up, and put it beside him.

Duanmu Qing was boiling medicine in the courtyard, and the flames danced under the stove, illuminating a corner of the courtyard and the face of the girl in front of the stove.

The pot of medicine boiling on the stove was bubbling up, and the smell of herbs filled the air, it was a light and slightly bitter taste, I can't say it, but it wasn't unpleasant.

"Mr. Qing, let me do the cooking of the medicine, Mr. It's better to rest early."

Seeing that the girl was sitting by the stove and dozing off, Gu Nan said with a chuckle.

In her opinion, there is no need to keep this kind of thing like boiling medicine all the time, just boil it.

Duanmuqing's eyes opened, rubbed his hands and looked back at Gu Nan and shook his head and said, "No, no, you will cook bad, bad." ”

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

As he spoke, he looked 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.

After about half an hour, Duanmu Qing boiled the medicine and poured out one of them. The medicine was boiled viscous, and she poured it into a small basket.

The viscous paste fell in the basket and slowly flowed through the cracks, leaving some impurities that had not been cooked on it.

After pouring one jar, Duanmuqing picked up another jar and poured it into a bowl.

The medicine in this jar is not the paste-like appearance, but a relatively clean medicinal juice, a faint brown color, with a medicinal fragrance that can be smelled from afar.