Chapter 111 She's Very Sword

"Creak!"

Fan Li pushed open the door and entered.

He first went to the sword servant's side and reached out to check her breathing.

The sword servant's eyes were open, looking at Fan Li.

"I... have my eyes open."

Fan Li shook his head and said,

"What if you die with your eyes open?"

"........." Sword Servant.

Fan Li was relieved and threw the person he was carrying on his shoulder onto the floor, untying the sack.

Chen Daole was still dizzy.

Fan Li picked up the washbasin next to him and splashed a basin of cold water on Chen Daole's face.

"Slap!"

Chen Daole opened his eyes and saw Fan Li standing in front of him.

Fan Li punched him in the abdomen, then kicked him.

After a series of punches and kicks,

Chen Daole was beaten into a curled-up position on the ground, like a wounded quail.

"I... where is this... who... who are you?" Chen Daole asked with some difficulty.

"Don't think about running away or resisting, be honest with me, or I'll beat you."

Chen Daole: "I'm not resisting..."

"I'm afraid you won't resist later, so I'll beat you first."

"..." Chen Daole.

Then,

Fan Li sat down on the chair next to him, picked up the pancake he bought for dinner, and began to gnaw on it.

Chen Daole was slowly breathing, recovering his body.

After a long while,

Fan Li put the last bit of pancake into his mouth, and sucked his palm,

Then he looked at Chen Daole again,

Said:

"I brought you here to help me see a doctor."

Chen Daole had already noticed the little girl lying on the bed, and hearing this reason, he knew that the other party was not a secret agent from the Yan Kingdom or the local commandant's office.

"But... but I'm not a doctor, I'm a scholar."

Fan Li shook his head and said,

"Either see a doctor, or die."

In Fan Li's philosophical thinking, everything can actually be simplified and made direct, without having to consider too many twists and turns.

How happy it would be if all the multiple-choice questions in life were either A or B.

Chen Daole pursed his lips, not daring to argue any further, because although they had only spent a short time together, he could tell that the iron-tower-like man in front of him was not someone who liked to reason.

Chen Daole climbed up, one hand covering his stomach and the other hand holding the edge of the bed, and came to the sword servant.

The girl on the bed was really dying, obviously with a feeling of her life about to burn out.

Chen Daole glanced back at Fan Li sitting there with some doubt, and for a moment, a hint of struggle appeared in his eyes, but after all, he was a member of the Chen family, and he really couldn't do anything like holding a girl hostage to save his life.

Although, he also wondered why the big man dared to sit there and let him approach the girl.

"She's dying, it's useless for you to hold her hostage, I might as well send you and her on your way together, so she can suffer less."

Chen Daole sighed, this reason was really convincing.

He reached out and placed his fingertip on the girl's wrist, starting to take her pulse.

He really wasn't a doctor,

But in this era,

As long as you were a scholar, you had basically read medical books and had some knowledge of medicine.

However, it was only for reading in leisure time to facilitate scholarly discussions, such as when everyone talked about health preservation at tea parties and poetry gatherings, you wouldn't be lonely. At the same time, most medical books also had their own system of reasoning, which could also be used when writing articles.

"The pulse is as thin as a thread, could there be some hidden illness?"

Fan Li replied: "No."

The sword servant's body had always been very good, and she rarely even caught a cold on weekdays.

"Can you undress her so I can take a look?" Chen Daole asked.

"No... don't..."

The sword servant refused.

Fan Li said: "He is a Jin person, and a pretty boy. He looks like he prefers men. Just treat him like a sister."

"........." Chen Daole.

Fan Li walked over and asked, "Front or back?"

Chen Daole hurriedly said, "The back, the back is fine."

Fan Li nodded, turned the sword servant over on the bed, untied her clothes, and exposed her back.

Chen Daole calmed his mind, put his index finger in his mouth, bit it open, dripped blood, and then pressed it on the sword servant's back.

Immediately afterwards,

Chen Daole began to stimulate his qi and blood. This was a real stimulation of qi and blood, because the blood from the cut began to splash out.

After a lot of blood flowed out, Chen Daole took a deep breath, put his index finger in his mouth, and at the same time, pressed his other hand on the sword servant's back and began to rub it.

After rubbing it for two weeks,

He took his hand away, his body staggered slightly, and his face was a little pale.

The blood on the sword servant's back began to transform into patterns, and blood beads were still dripping.

After observing the blood bead pattern,

Chen Daole asked in surprise:

"Huh? How could this be?"

"Ah!"

Fan Li slapped Chen Daole on the head,

Scolding:

"Who are you leaving blank for!"

Chen Daole was a little speechless, but still opened his mouth and said, "This is a method taught by a senior of mine in Xinglin. It is more accurate than taking the pulse and can measure the detailed state of the patient's muscles, body, qi, and blood." (Xinglin refers to traditional Chinese medicine.)

"Pa!"

Fan Li slapped him again.

"Get to the point."

Chen Daole took a deep breath, ignoring the pain in his head, and said:

"People are governed by blood, and qi and blood are interdependent. If qi does not rise, blood does not reach, so qi and blood are deficient."

Chen Daole immediately continued:

"This is a sign of irregular menstruation!"

Fan Li frowned, and found that things seemed to be turning in a strange direction.

The sword servant lying face down actually turned red on her pale face after hearing this.

Fan Li looked down at Chen Daole,

Asked:

"Is this also a disease?"

Immediately afterwards,

Fan Li asked again:

"Is it that serious?"

Fan Li added:

"She's about to die."

Are you kidding me, can irregular menstruation kill people?

Chen Daole firmly said: "The qi and blood patterns are indeed like this. May I ask, has the girl ever had her period before?"

The sword servant was too embarrassed to answer,

Fan Li replied:

"Never."

"Then this should be the first time."

Fan Li's eyes widened, as if he had opened the door to a new world. It is said that women walk through the gates of hell when they give birth, does this count too?

Chen Daole continued:

"But in theory, it shouldn't be that serious."

Fan Li nodded, he also felt that it shouldn't be that serious.

Chen Daole seemed to have suddenly thought of something and said, "Unless there is something unusual about this girl's physique."

"She's very sword."

"Huh?" Chen Daole was afraid he had misheard.

"She is a natural sword embryo."

"A natural sword embryo?"

"You know that too?" Fan Li asked curiously.

"I have seen it in books. These people are all naturally gifted sword masters. If this girl is really a natural sword embryo, I dare say that even my Great Jin Sword Saint would not be able to help but accept her as a disciple."

"I think so too."

"If that's the case, then the problem should be in the girl's body, but, but, but I really don't know how to treat it, and I don't dare to treat it casually."

"You treat it. The previous doctors only said it was a cold in the body."

Fan Li felt that this swordsman he had captured was very reliable.

"If this girl is really this kind of precious physique, if I cause any problems in the treatment, then it would really be a waste of natural resources."

"If you don't treat it, she won't last a few days."

"But I..."

"If you don't treat it, then you go die."

"Okay, I'll treat it!"

Talking to Fan Li was always so concise.

Fan Li stretched out his hand, imitating the master's posture, patted Chen Daole on the shoulder, and said:

"Don't worry, if you don't cure it, you'll die with her, don't have any burden."

"........." Chen Daole.

"What do you need to prepare?"

"I, I only have one method, and I don't know if it will work."

"You say."

"This girl's physique is special, and there should be a congenital sword qi hidden in her body. The first period has caused the qi and blood in her body to conflict and become disordered. What needs to be done now is..."

"What is it?"

"Practice the sword!"

"Practice the sword?"

"Yes, practice the sword, in order to adjust and absorb the sword qi in her body and calm her qi and blood."

The Chen family used to be a famous clan in Jin, and although they had never produced figures like the Four Great Swordsmen, they were a family of great Confucian scholars for several generations, and their collection of books was extremely rich.

Before the Chen family fell apart, Chen Daole also read a lot of books at home, so his knowledge and understanding of things was truly beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"It's a pity that if the girl could have met a famous teacher earlier and practiced the sword earlier, she shouldn't have had today's problems. Now it's too late to find a famous teacher to practice the sword."

"You can't practice the sword?"

"I practice martial arts."

"You? Practice martial arts? You're just a skinny frame practicing martial arts?"

"I'm lean."

"Then why are you holding a sword?"

"Would you believe me if I said a friend gave it to me when we were eating just now, Great Hero?"

"Are you taking me for a fool?"

"Alas." Chen Daole.

Chen Daole shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly: "Perhaps, this is what is said in the books, 'Heaven envies talent'. Such outstanding talents should shine in the world and leave their own style in the martial world.

But if they never encounter an opportunity, the fate that awaits them can only be premature death. This is the destiny, this is fate."

Chen Daole began to make the mistakes of a scholar, and regardless of what situation he was in now, when his emotions came up, he should lament.

Fan Li put his face close to the sword servant's ear and asked:

"You've been practicing with the Sword Saint for so long, haven't you practiced the sword?"

"Practiced............"

"Then how come?"

"Master said I'm too... too young... opening my realm too early is bad for... for my foundation."

"You're about to die now, why don't you try it?"

"Master would... would blame me..."

"If you die, your master will really blame you."

After a while,

Fan Li said again:

"You still have to kill the master, if you die now, how will you pierce the master's dog head with a sword?"

Hearing this sentence,

The sword servant's originally scattered gaze suddenly solidified,

For the first time,

She began to really try to control the so-called qi and blood in her body and began to operate according to the sword art taught by her master.

In the past, she didn't dare, even though she had understood and thoroughly understood many sword techniques, she only dared to think about it and didn't dare to actually operate it.

This was the first time she tried to operate it.

A stream of heat began to rise from the sword servant's body, followed by a large amount of sweat dripping and evaporating, rising into阵阵white smoke.

Fan Li opened his mouth and said:

"Is this sweating?"

The next moment,

The sword servant's hand suddenly opened,

"Buzz!"

The precious sword that Zhang Yiqing had given to Chen Daole, which was lying on the ground, was directly unsheathed and flew into the sword servant's hand.

A purple light rose from the sword servant's body.

Swordsman Rank Nine!

"............" Chen Daole.

Immediately afterwards,

The sword servant tilted her head, turned her body to the side, and the sword in her hand fell to the ground.

Covered in sweat,

She looked at Fan Li,

Said:

"Big guy, I'm hungry, I want to eat candied hawthorns."

"Okay, I'll go grab the person who makes candied hawthorns for you."

Fan Li picked up the sack he had just used to tie up Chen Daole.

Immediately afterwards,

The sword servant cried again:

"Wuwuwu............"

Although she was crying, it was obvious that her energy was much better than her previous dying appearance.

"What are you crying about?"

"Wuwuwu, originally I was thinking that after I came of age, I would take a sword and slowly walk towards Zheng Fan.

One step to Rank Nine, then one step to Rank Eight, seven steps to enter Rank Three,

In Zheng Fan's dumbfounded gaze, I would finally learn from my master and forcibly open Rank Two in the last half step, and stab Zheng Fan to death.

Now, my dream is gone!"

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