Whispering in a low voice like a sob for a moment, her face was covered with tears, and with the deep red between the eyebrows, it suddenly made people feel pity.
Chen Shaobai laughed and hugged her in his arms, but accidentally touched the wound, and suddenly twisted with pain.
He choked back the pain and showed an awkward smile: "It’s not where will you go, why are you crying?"
Being held in her arms, Miao Yuqin’s body froze, carefully avoiding the hilt and the wound. Pear Flower said with a smile, "You are already like this, and you are still not serious all day …"
"What happened?"
Chen Shaobai stretched out some weak hands, gripped the hilt and pulled it out of his body with a smile.
The sharp weapon’s out-of-body sound made people feel sore. After it was taken out of the body, the blood-stained sword still braved the faint white Se heat.
"Don’t!"
Words just came to an abrupt end in the middle, and Miao Yuqin stared at Chen Shaobai’s abdomen with wide eyes, completely unable to understand the irrational scene in front of him.
Three generations ago, she was a doctor, and she knew more about the characteristics of human body structure than ordinary people.
If such a serious injury runs through xìng, once the object is pulled out, it will cause a lot of bleeding. Even if it is treated in time and barely dies, it will leave serious sequelae and make people lose their potential.
In fact, many Jianghu people have ruined their future or lost their lives in vain because they ignored this point.
So when Chen Shaobai put her hand on the hilt, she was ready to stop it, but her hand was not as fast as hers, and she could only watch the sword out of the body.
But …
"No bloody collapse?"
Miao Yuqin tried to open the broken hunting fur coat, but only saw a layer of blood scab condensed into clusters.
The smell of blood and sweat mixed together is really not so good, but Miao Yuqin has no aversion. Instead, she puts out a white jade hand and puts the unknown three fingers in the food on the inside of Chen Shaobai’s wrist.
Half ring.
Miao Yuqin’s tender red lips opened slightly, and she said, "The pulse is steady and strong. Is it … all right?"
"It’s all right."
Chen Shaobai suddenly felt a sharp hunger coming from his stomach, so he scratched his head and said, "I haven’t eaten for three days. I’m very hungry."
Although she was puzzled by the mysterious scene in front of her, Miao Yuqin, who was considerate, did not ask questions, but walked quickly to the kitchen with full joy of being recovered.
"Burst" threw himself on the bed, and Chen Shaobai only felt that the hard wooden bed he didn’t like in the past became particularly comfortable and warm, perhaps because he was too tired. As soon as his body touched the bed, he fell into a drowsy sleep.
This sleep was sweet and heavy, and when he woke up, it was already a bright moon.
Yuet is sprinkled in the room through the half-open window, coating the simple furniture with a mysterious Yin Hui. The indoor animal oil lamp is burning with a soft flame, and the orange Se light dispels the coldness of the moonlight, which makes Chen Shaobai feel particularly warm.
When she turned over, she found Miao Yuqin lying on her side, already in a coma, and the little baby white and tender on her face was particularly lovely.
On the wooden table beside the bed that has been edified by years, there is a bowl of meat porridge with a faint aroma.
Chen Shaobai got up gently and held the clay bowl in his hand.
The bowl is still warm, and the minced meat has been completely integrated into the rice congee. Obviously, it has been warmed repeatedly for many times. Although it is not a delicacy, it also looks particularly J and jīng.
Exercise the body, feel the stomach has healed, and left no dark wounds, Chen Shaobai took the porridge bowl, exhaled to swallow it up.
Perhaps it was because he was too hungry, but in two or three blink of an eye, a bowl of cooked fragrant porridge had all entered his stomach.
Gollum …
A bowl of meat porridge, like a mud cow entering the river, not only failed to alleviate hunger, but even more aroused Chen Shaobai’s appetite.
"No food?"
After searching for a long time, he still couldn’t find anything to satisfy his hunger, so he resigned himself to rubbing his stomach with acid.
Chen Shaobai’s thoughts are swirling at the thought of three RI experiences of J and jīng’s color compared with the previous two lifetimes.
He decomposed and replayed the scenes in his mind, analyzed and reflected scene by scene, and summed up his experience-this is a good habit he has developed through years of hunting.
It is also this habit that he can keep his unbeaten golden body after hunting in the mountains for many years.
But these experiences of Ri let Chen Shaobai know that being cautious is also a kind of petty in some ways.
Finally understand, passionate life and death fight is what he really wants.
"It’s fun to fight with the sky, and it’s fun to fight with people."
"Men should wake up and take control of the world, and lie drunk on the knees of beauty."
These two words, which were used to pack force and recharge energy, suddenly struck a chord with Chen Shaobai, and his desire for strength became stronger and stronger in his heart.
Power.
These two words have just been derived in my mind, and a blood-stained sword immediately jumped into my eyes-it was the culprit of his injury today, a sword from Xiong Yingjie.
"The fencing of this world can control GangFeng? It’s really outrageous! If you can put the fencijīng j and ng research to perfection … "
Chen Shaobai quickly walked to the corner to pick up the blood sword handle, and found a rag to wipe it clean, which was the first time to carefully observe its whole picture.
The hilt is wrapped in the skin of Chai Yu, which is non-slip and sweat-absorbent. It is about half a palm wide, and the body is three feet long. The ridge of the sword is clear and rigid, showing a mixed white and yellow Se, with two sides open, and the tip of the sword is like a needle mans flashing a little cold light in candlelight.
With a flick of a finger, the sword uttered a whisper, and the blade trembled slightly, but it did not deform too much.
"Good sword!"
Chen Shaobai couldn’t help sighing. Although this was the first time he touched the sword since the Second World, he also knew that this sword was not an ordinary object.
This sword is strong and tough, and ordinary blacksmiths can’t forge it at all, let alone those forged iron bars used for fitness in previous lives.
Carrying a long sword and waving it around at random, Chen Shaobai never practiced swordsmanship, but he also practiced it like analog.
A quarter of an hour later, the sword in his opponent gave birth to a feeling of being like an arm and fingers, and his mind was unprecedentedly open.
"If only there were a fencing teacher here to give directions, it would be better to be a master who is no longer competent than himself."
"After processing Xiong Yingjie them, take Miao Miao to see the world in Muxi City. It is also good to find a shop and buy a basic fencing guide. "
Chen Shaobai came to this world for many years, and it’s not that he didn’t do anything. With his basic economic knowledge of the traveler and his bow skills, he has also accumulated nearly a hundred taels of money over the years.
Never underestimate the silver. You know, the purchasing power of one or two taels of money in Shang country is equivalent to the food and clothing of an ordinary family of three for several months.
Hundred taels of silver, this is the savings that hard-working people can have only after struggling for most of their lives.
He waved a sword, although he felt comfortable in his heart, but suddenly he felt like a child with a satisfactory toy, disorganized, and worried that he would leave a bad fencing habit, so he gradually stopped.
The sword is not heavy, it looks like about two catties, but after dancing for so long, Chen Shaobai also feels some blood rolling.
Take a break, and after the heartbeat calmed down, he adjusted his skirt, gently lifted his sword, and was ready to go out.
All of a sudden, Chen Shaobai’s ears shook, and he keenly caught an unusual sound, so he clenched his sword and showed a cold Se on his face.
…
————
The fifth chapter first kill like mowing the grass
In late autumn, even in Maoshi, the sky is still dark.
The night hangs over the earth and refuses to leave, which just provides a good crime environment for some gentlemen on the beam and strongmen who rob money and goods.