The younger brother was originally furious, but he suddenly stopped the movement of his hand before the attack, because he noticed the third young master's gaze looking at him, so he had an idea, as if he was ready to vent his anger in another way.

The little brother looked him up and down Jian Fusheng for a while, and then smiled again: "Your snuff bottle is very good!" ”

Although Jian Fusheng was still very scared, he couldn't help but show a smug look in his eyes. Because this cigarette bottle was his treasure, the whole body was carved from a whole piece of jasper, and he carried it with him at all times, even when he fell asleep, he pressed it under the pillow.

He was even more proud of the praise he heard than he heard the praise of his medical skills.

The younger brother smiled and said: "This seems to be carved out of a whole piece of Han Wang, but I am afraid that it is worth at least a thousand taels of silver." ”

Jian Fusheng couldn't help but smile and said, "I didn't expect that the eldest young master was also a person who knew goods." ”

The younger brother suddenly changed his words and said, "Where did you get this lot of silver?" ”

"Naturally, it's all the money sent by the patient." Jian Fusheng replied with self-confession.

The little brother sneered: "It seems that you have received a lot of consultation fees!" ”

Hearing this, Jian Fusheng gradually turned out that his tone was not quite right, so he gradually couldn't laugh, he knew what the other party was about, and the outlaws were talking about them.

The younger brother stretched out his hand and said, "Can you lend it to me?" ”

Although Jian Fusheng was very reluctant, he didn't dare not send things over, because he was more desperate than a snuffbox.

The younger brother held this delicate snuffbox in his hand, as if he was really appreciating, and muttered, "Good! What a good thing! It's a pity that people like you don't deserve such good things! ”

As soon as he finished saying this, he heard a crisp sound, and the priceless snuff bottle had been thrown to the ground and shattered.

Jian Fusheng's face immediately changed, becoming more ugly than the filial son who had just died of his mother, and he was almost about to cry.

The little brother sneered: "Since you are a famous doctor, you charge more than anyone else, but you can't even treat such a minor injury, what the fuck are you!" ”

Jian Fusheng's whole body trembled, his head was covered with cold sweat, and he stammered in his mouth and didn't know what he was talking about?

Next to him, a young man in a fancy costume stepped forward and shouted: "This is by no means a minor injury, that gentleman's injury is so serious, the student has not seen it yet!" ”

The younger brother glared at him and sneered, "What are you?" Dare to go wild in front of me? ”

The young man said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "Students are not things, students are people, and they are called Jian Chuanxue." ”

The younger brother nodded and said, "I see, it seems that you are Jian Fusheng's son!" Since your name is Jian Chuanxue, you must have passed on his medicine, and your knowledge must be not small. ”

Jian Chuan said: "Although the students are only shallow in their studies, they still know a little bit about the medical theory of sword and gold creation. These uncles and uncles are also good hands in the middle of Jin Lun, and if I can't treat the injuries well, others will definitely not be able to heal them. ”

The younger brother said angrily: "How do you know that others can't be cured? ”

"There are five wounds on that gentleman's body, two are old wounds, and three are stabbed with a sharp sword in the past two days, although they are not on the vital point, but each sword is very deep, and it has injured the weak muscles and bones of the joints." Jian Chuanxue analyzed.

After finishing speaking, he took a breath and said, "After the patient is injured, if he immediately seeks medical care, maybe he can still be saved, but unfortunately he has overworked after being injured, and he has drunk too much, and the wound has begun to fester." ”

What he said was really to the point, and the younger brother could only listen.

Jian Chuan said: "But it's serious, it's still those two old wounds, even if we can heal the new wounds, he can only live for another seven days." ”

The younger brother's face changed immediately: "Seven days? ”

Jian Chuan said: "Seven days at most. ”

The younger brother said: "But those two old creations don't seem to have been closed a long time ago!" ”

Jian Chuan said: "Just because the scar has been closed, it can only live for another seven days at most." ”

The younger brother said, "I don't understand. ”

Jian Chuanxue said: "Of course you don't understand, there are not many people who know this kind of thing, but unfortunately he just knows one, and it happens to be his friend." ”

The younger brother didn't understand: "It's his friend?" ”

Jian Chuanxue said: "After he was injured, he happened to meet this friend, and this friend happened to be carrying the best Jinchuang medicine and the most poisonous Huagusan. When the sword marks are closed, the poison has entered the bones, and within seven days, the one hundred and seven bones of its body will surely turn into pus and blood! ”

"There is no cure for this poison! No one can detoxify this poison either! Jian Fusheng let out a long sigh. His answer was simple, clear, and affirmative, and one could not doubt it, let alone disbelieve it.

But the younger brother must believe in this kind of thing, how painful and cruel it is. Only he knew who this friend of Jian Chuanxue was, and because he knew, the pain was even deeper.

Only pain and nothing else. Because he can't even hate his roots. What should be loved can't be loved, what should be hated can't be hated, for a young man whose blood is not cold, how can this pain be endured?

He suddenly heard Xie Xiaofeng asking, "Seven days at most, how many days at least?" He didn't dare to turn back to face Xie Xiaofeng, and he didn't want to listen to Jian Chuanxue's reply. But he had heard it!

"Three days." Although Jian Chuanxue's answer was still equally clear and affirmative, there was also a kind of helpless sadness in his voice, "It may only be three days at least." ”

Mu Yi was very curious about how a person would react when he suddenly found out that he had only about three days left in his life?

Xie Xiaofeng's reaction was peculiar - he smiled.

But the strange thing is that death does not seem to be a ridiculous thing, by no means!

Mu Yi was very confused, why did he laugh at the third young master? Is it because of contempt and ridicule for life? Or is it because of that kind of freedom that has seen through everything?

The little brother suddenly turned around and rushed over, and said loudly, "Why are you still laughing? How can you still laugh! ”

Xie Xiaofeng didn't answer, but asked rhetorically: "Everyone came from afar, didn't the host even entertain wine." ”

Jian Chuanxue's hand kept shaking, and only then did he let out a long breath. Because he knows what "one drink" means, it's usually not really just one drink.

When the doctors were busy for the banquet, Mu Yi heard the words of the third young master.

"Murong Qiudi asked you to come, and she is the only one who can do such a contradictory thing." Xie Xiaofeng asked with a smile, no, he wasn't asking, as if he was stating a fact.

Mu Yi didn't answer, but many times silence is the best answer.

The third young master smiled again: "Since you didn't do it, your task is to protect, anyway, it won't be long, you just have to watch and study hard, and I don't know what you can learn." ”

There were words in the words of the third young master, and Mu Yi didn't distinguish the meaning of the other party's words for a while, but one thing was clear - the third young master did not shy away from his protection, so the task number could be done.

And one of the other party's meanings is also very clear, listen to it and watch it well, don't make a noise if you have nothing to do, just like a passerby, and this is what Mu Yi often does, so he doesn't shy away from it.

The strength of the Jian family is not weak, and soon a sumptuous banquet appeared in the hall.

It wasn't until three glasses of spirits were swallowed that Jian Chuanxue's hand regained stability.

Alcohol can relax people's nerves and stabilize their emotions.

But the trauma doctor who holds the knife all year round should not have a pair of hands that often tremble.

Xie Xiaofeng had been staring at his hand, and suddenly asked, "You often drink?" ”

Jian Chuanxue said: "I often drink, but I don't drink much. ”

Xie Xiaofeng said: "If a person often drinks, is it because he likes to drink?" ”

Jian Chuanxue nodded and said, "Probably yes." ”

Xie Xiaofeng said: "Since you like to drink, why don't you drink more!" ”

Jian Chuanxue said: "Because drinking too much is always harmful to the body, so although you want to drink in your heart, you can't force yourself to control yourself." ”

Xie Xiaofeng said: "Because you still want to live, you still want to live a few more years, and the longer you live, the better." ”

Jane Biography cannot deny that life is so precious, and who does not cherish it.

Xie Xiaofeng raised his glass, drank it all, and said: "When everyone is alive, there must be a lot of things that they want to do in their hearts, but they dare not do, because as long as a person wants to live, he will inevitably have a lot of constraints and scruples. ”

Senior Jian Chuan sighed and said with a wry smile: "Among all living beings, who can do whatever they want without restraint?" ”

Xie Xiaofeng said: "There is a kind of person! People who know that they only have a few more days to live. ”

He was laughing, but who else could laugh but himself? Who can laugh? Of all the human tragedies, what is more tragic than death? An eternal sorrow.

The wine is sufficient.

Still the end.

Mu Yi drank the wine silently, watching the third young master deal with one thing after another with his wine, fulfilling a marriage and resolving a grudge.

The story during this period is very mysterious, but in the eyes of everyone, it is so natural, Mu Yi thought, maybe this is the power of the third young master, no matter how outrageous things appear on his body, it seems so normal.

Soon the wine and food were exhausted, and at this time, Jian Chuanxue stood up again, and he spoke: "Everyone here knows that the swordsmanship of the third young master of the Xie family is unparalleled in the world, but no one has seen it. ”

Xie Xiaofeng admits that his reputation is known all over the world, but not many people have seen his swordsmanship with their own eyes.

Jian Chuan said: "If the third young master is dead, who else can see the third young master's swordsmanship!" What everyone came from thousands of miles to see may not be the pain of the third young master, but the sword of the third young master, the third young master should not let everyone go back and forth in vain and regret it for life. ”

This is to be honest, the pain of the third young master is not good-looking, what is good-looking is the sword of the third young master.

Xie Xiaofeng smiled, he smiled and looked around: "Where is the sword?" ”

There are swords here, of course. There is a sword, not an ancient sword, nor a famous sword, but a good sword, a good sword made of refined steel. Whether a good sword can be used as an ancient sword or a famous sword usually depends on who uses it? The sword can win its master, the sword wins, the sword can not get its master, the sword is stubborn, the sword is destroyed, and the sword sinks, neither can it leave its name in the ages, nor can it protect its body.

Is this not the fate of a man? As soon as the sword came out of the sheath, it turned into a brilliance, an arc-shaped brilliance, a brilliant city, and a beautiful city.

The brilliance is flickering, changing, and soaring, and everyone feels as if this brilliance is at their fingertips, but no one can know for sure where it is? Its changes, almost beyond the limits of human capabilities, are almost unbelievable.

But it's there, and it's everywhere. But just as everyone was sure of its existence, it suddenly disappeared again, miraculously appeared and disappeared.

All the movements and changes have been completed and terminated in an instant. It's like a meteor, but it's like lightning, but it's closer to a miracle than a meteor and lightning. For the power that moves this change comes from one man.

That ordinary, flesh-and-blood person. When the sword light disappeared, the sword was still there and the man was gone.

The sword is on the beam.