For a few days, Qin Ke really entered a painful situation, I don't know why, Mulan has been strict with him these days to the point that even Abu is a little frightened, in his opinion, Mulan wielding the war knife does not look like a martial arts exercise at all, but really wants to split Qin Ke in half, and Qin Ke is under Mulan's violent knife momentum, it is like a flat boat in the sea, and there is a possibility of subversion at any time.

Qin Ke's hands were already bloody and blurry, his muscles were already stiff like stones, and every day before going to bed, if no one helped rub it, he would even cramp violently, and the pain would make the whole person curl up in a ball.

Listening to him lying on the bed and screaming in pain, Zhang Fu even shed tears and asked him to stop practicing, but Qin Ke just shook his head, he didn't know why he insisted, but he always felt that maybe if he gave up on this matter, he wouldn't be able to persist in other things in the future, right?

But even so, Qin Ke still failed to do what Mulan said, "offense is defense", although there is a saying that good steel is tempered thousands of times, he feels like a big iron lump, and Mulan is a fat blacksmith with a black face, holding a hammer, one after another on him, he has not been tempered into good steel, but has become a broken copper and broken iron, God knows how long he can last.

To do it regardless of it, it seems simple, but in fact, it requires a person to have that kind of determination, even ...... Putting aside all your determination, regardless of it, like a madman.

But at that time, if he had made that sword, would he still be himself?

"Isn't it too anxious?" After finishing another day's training, Zhou Gongjin looked at Qin Ke, who was supported by Abu Zhangfu, and looked at his embarrassed appearance that he even had some trouble walking, and felt a little pity in his heart.

Although Gao Changgong had told him in advance that Mulan was solely responsible for training Qin Ke, and no matter what she did, she had her reasons, but Zhou Gongjin still couldn't help but say, "Although I am far from General Mulan and Changgong in terms of cultivation, I also know that there is a saying that if you want to be fast, you can't reach it, if you continue to fight like this, I'm afraid that Qin Ke won't be able to last until then, and it will be even more impossible to learn that kind of swordsmanship and sword momentum." ”

Mulan looked at Qin Ke and said softly: "If it is other sword strengths, Gao Changgong doesn't need me to teach him, he, the Jingwu God of War, can use eighteen kinds of weapons, and even smelt all the skills in one, so he can go into battle by himself." But what he wanted me to teach was different from the common sense of practice. ”

"How is it different?" Zhou Gongjin asked.

Mulan didn't answer, but just said something else that seemed unrelated: "Someone once asked me, saying, I can promote a young general, give him enough power, and teach him the skills to match it, but can I teach him the things between life and death?"

Zhou Gongjin smiled bitterly: "Life and death are always life and death, this kind of thing can only be experience, not words and deeds." ”

"In that case, why do you persuade me? You should know that if you can't push him to a corner, he can't learn anything from it. Gao Changgong also understands this, so let me teach him. Mulan said, "I'm just doing what he says." 'Seven Entry Sword' is not such a simple skill that can be learned, if you can't put life and death aside, you can't step into that threshold. With that, she turned and went to her tent.

Zhou Gongjin stood in place for a long time, and finally sighed: "Seven Advance Sword? It seems to be...... The man's ......"

The victims in the entire camp are recovering at a very rapid speed, and the snake gall of the dove glass has an amazing effect, and even many seriously ill people are no longer tied with black cloth strips, which makes the original depressed atmosphere in the camp swept away.

At the same time, the koi flowers that Zhou Gongjin had searched from those speculative merchants had also entered the camp, and the counties hundreds of miles away had also loaded the medicinal herbs on ships, and the entire plague situation had been completely controlled.

But compared to those patients, Qin Ke is losing weight day by day, just like a sapling that was originally light and strong has lost its rain and dew and gradually withered. Being "beaten" by Mulan every day, even an iron man has already turned into mud, and the qi and blood that Qin Ke has cultivated have already been tempered like this, almost drying up.

If a Qi and Blood Cultivator does not have Qi and Blood, can he still be called a Qi and Blood Cultivator?

Zhou Gongjin was still watching every day at the beginning, but when he got to the back, he simply couldn't see it.

And Abu and Zhang Fu were taking care of such a weak Qin Ke almost every day, and they also tried to ask Mulan, but Mulan's pure and heroic face was still calm, and her eyes were as deep as an ancient well—she refused the request of the two.

Qin Ke still had to bear Mulan's sword every day, many times, without even using Mulan's hands, the weak Qin Ke could barely hold the steel sword that was already full of gaps, and it was like a natural disaster to meet Mulan's war knife with terrifying power.

And one day, Qin Ke finally didn't wake up, his body was hot, and he was lying in bed talking nonsense because of a serious illness.

"The medicine is good. Abu brought it almost as soon as the medicine was cooked, the hot bowl containing the heat of his hand, and he exchanged his hands to pinch his earlobe, and lifted the tent as he went.

Zhang Fu, who was full of sadness, was sitting in front of the window, and her beautiful face was also a lot thinner.

"I'll do it. She said softly, the moment she took the medicine bowl, she raised her eyebrows, revealing a bit of pain, her pampered hands rarely did heavy work, at such a time, even inferior to Abu.

But she bit her lip and brought the medicine to the bed without saying a word.

Qin Ke's forehead was frighteningly hot, his eyes were tightly closed, but his mouth was still open. Abu and Zhang Fu helped it up, put two pillows behind him, Zhang Fu blew it, and slowly fed Qin Ke a spoonful of decoction.

Qin Ke frowned, and spit out the medicine like a child, but let Zhang Fu wipe his chin in a hurry.

Qin Ke pouted, with a dejected expression on his face, and said a few words that made people cry and laugh: "Master, I won't steal food anymore, you can't punish me for eating Coptis chinensis, it's very bitter." After a while, he changed his words and said, "Dad, I'm not hungry...... There's only such a piece of bark left, you can give it to your mother. ”

Then he began to cry, "Mother, where is my sister?"

Abu smiled and smiled, but his eyes were inexplicably red, Zhang Fu sat on the edge of the bed, patiently wiping Qin Ke's tears, so she really looked like a loving mother. She patted Qin Ke's back softly and comforted: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, my mother is here." My sister is there, too. ”

Qin Ke's expression relaxed a little, and muttered: "It's so bitter in my mouth, and I'm so hungry in my stomach." Then he fell into a deep sleep.

Zhang Fu couldn't feed the medicine, so she could only put the medicine bowl aside first, watched quietly, and thought for a while, she turned her head, looked at Abu, and hesitated: "He...... 's father and mother, and his sister? Why have I never heard him mention it. ”

Abu shook his head, sat down on a stool made of a tree stump, and sighed, "Of course you haven't heard him say it, and I only found out about it last time he told me something." His father and mother took him to escape from the famine when he was a child, and starved to death on the way. His sister ...... hesitated, not knowing whether he should say it or not, and fell silent.

Zhang Fu's eyes darkened when she heard Qin Ke's life experience, she didn't know the taste of the bark of the root, but Qin Ke should have thought of the bark because the decoction in her mouth was too bitter, right?

"What's wrong with his sister?" Zhang Fu continued to ask.

"He only mentioned it a little, but I guessed it too. Abu hesitated, "I have heard my husband say that the drought and mutiny on the boundary of the Mojia family back then were said to be thousands of miles full of starving people, and the bark and grass roots were eaten up. The people finished eating the grass roots, some dug up the soil on the ground to eat, there was a white one, called Guanyin soil, many people ate too much of that thing, and finally swelled to death. Others...... Just exchange the children, and that's how you have the meat in the pot......"

"Meat?" Zhang Fuxian was stunned for a moment, and then covered his mouth in shock, "People...... Meat?his sister...... It's ......"