Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

"Mr. Qing's home was here a long time ago?" Gu Nan was a little surprised. If it is said that they have lived here for generations, Duanmu Qing's Chinese language is too clear.

Moreover, Duanmu doesn't seem like a surname outside Guanwai.

"No, no." Duanmuqing walked down from the stone, holding a handful of herbs and putting them in another basket: "I came here myself."

Gu Nan asked suspiciously: "Why did you come outside the customs?"

Talking and smiling, he stroked his chin, only to remember that he didn't have a beard.

"If the old man didn't have nowhere to go, he wouldn't come to this kind of place."

Duanmu Qing paused, looked at Gu Nan, stretched out a finger, and said seriously: "It's a girl, not an old man."

Gu Nan glanced awkwardly at Duanmu Qing's hand, and coughed: "I see."

"Outside the pass, there are many medicinal herbs that are not available in the pass." Duanmuqing explained, picked up a herb, took a piece and put it into her mouth.

Nodding clearly, Gu Nan looked at the wall beside the courtyard.

In the small courtyard full of medicinal herbs, there was a strange sword hanging on the wall.

A bronze sword seemed to be very old, with a little rust on it, but it was well maintained, so it didn't affect its appearance.

Looking at the bronze sword, Gu Nan frowned. This sword seemed familiar to her.

I'm really sorry today. I've been walking around New Year's greetings in addition to typing for the past few days. I'm really too tired, and the update time is not stable. It will be better after a few days.sweat.

Chapter 259: How does it feel to meet an old friend after many years

It was getting late, and the reddish setting sun stained the grayish-yellow land in the north with a little red.As night approached, the weather became a bit cooler, and the slightly cold wind blowing through the neckline always made people shiver unconsciously.

The hanging sun slanted in the small courtyard, and on the wall made of earth and rocks, a thing that looked like a gecko but didn't look like it stuck out its tongue, and crawled from the top of the wall into the shadow of the corner.

After Gu Nan finished making the medicine, she sat in the small courtyard and watched Duanmuqing's busy figure. She didn't know what she was busy with, only that she was rummaging around among a pile of herbs, probably looking for some medicine.

Putting the crushed herbs aside, Gu Nan turned to look at the sword hanging on the wall.

She always felt that this sword looked familiar.

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

But looking at the pattern on the scabbard and the length of the blade, it is definitely a Qin sword.

After all, the bronze swords produced in Qin are longer than those produced in other places.

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

She slowly stretched out her hand and held it on the hilt of the sword.The hilt of the sword was slightly cold, and the moment his hand touched the hilt, Gu Nan seemed to recall something.

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

As a swordsman, it is not appropriate to only use the sword, but also to understand the sword. Every sword is different.Weight, length, cutting edge, can 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 what his heart desires.

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

She doesn't know what she learned from the enlightenment, but for her now, every sword is indeed different. After getting the sword, she can feel the difference of the sword.

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

With a soft sound, the bronze long sword was pulled out of its scabbard 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.

Unlike the slight rust on the scabbard, there was no rust on the blade, but there were a few gaps on the top of the blade, which were caused by chopping on the armor.

Rubbing the blade with her hand, she can be sure that this should be her first sword back then, and she used this sword to fight on the Changping battlefield.

Where did the sword go, and why did it appear here?

Gu Nan thought about it, she remembered that she gave this sword to a female doctor who healed her in Changping.

That female doctor seems to be called Nian...

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

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

Duanmuqing's intermittent voice came from behind, and Gu Nan turned around, holding the sword in his hand.

"Nothing, just take a look at this sword."

As she spoke, she put the bronze sword into the scabbard on the wall.

"Whose sword is this?" Gu Nan lowered his hand from the sword and asked.

"This, this is, something from the ancestors."

Duanmuqing replied that she seemed to have found all the medicinal herbs. She put a small pile of medicinal herbs into a small jar, and walked to the corner of the small courtyard with dry firewood wrapped around it, as if preparing to light a fire.

"Is it convenient to tell me the name of that 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 master, Nian, Nianduan."

"I heard, I heard that this sword is a gift from an old friend."

"Nian Duan..." Gu Nan murmured the name.

What was recalled in front of my eyes.

Back then, the young general untied his long sword from his horse and threw it to the doctor who was leaving on the road.

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

Old friend?

"Heh." The corners of Gu Nan's mouth curled up slightly, and he laughed out loud.

"You, you, what are you laughing at?" Duanmuqing asked suspiciously as she rolled up her sleeves and covered the firewood.

"It's nothing." Gu Nan shook his head, smiled at Duanmuqing and said, "It's just that I have met her once."

"Who?"

"Nian Duan."

Duanmuqing twitched her mouth, picked up a piece of firewood, and started to split it: "You, you are, talking nonsense again."

Gu Nan smiled, walked up and said.