Chapter 53 Broken Lotus Knife

The snow on the top of the mountain has completely melted, and the apricot blossoms, which are not afraid of the cold, have chased to the place where the remaining snow has melted. Without the restraints of the snow, the alpine weeds have climbed all over the hillside like crazy overnight, and the world as far as the eye can see is completely new.

After Qi Yue was taken out of the dungeon, he remained unconscious. Duan Mufeng was worried that there was something wrong with his medicine. After all, after the medicine was developed, no one had tried it before feeding it to Qi Yue.

The doctor in the village stayed on guard for several days and came to the conclusion: "There is no problem with the medicine. The main reason is that she has been locked in the dungeon for too long, has not seen the sun for a long time, and has not been exposed to the sun. The cold has entered her bones and hurt her body. In addition, she has long

I haven't eaten much in the past, and I have been tortured by the medicine for several days. My body can't bear it anymore, so I need to get enough rest. I still need to take the medicine to replenish qi, blood and essence, and I should be able to wake up in a few days.

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The doctor was right. After Qi Yue fell asleep for a few more days, he gradually began to show signs of waking up.

Tired, this was Qi Yue's only feeling. She opened her eyes and couldn't see clearly for a while. After a long time, her vision gradually became clearer. She looked around and saw that she was lying in a wooden house with all the furnishings inside.

Simple, there is a pot of unknown grass on the table.

The maid taking care of Qi Yue saw Qi Yue open her eyes and hurriedly ran out to call Duan Mufeng. After a while, Duan Mufeng came in with someone.

The doctor behind him came over to take Qi Yue's pulse. Qi Yue lay down and let him check his pulse and roll his eyelids.

"Nothing's wrong. It's just that my body is too weak. I'll be fine if I can train for a while." The doctor breathed a sigh of relief.

After he was sure that Qi Yue would not die, Duan Mufeng also relaxed a little. He sat by Qi Yue's bed with a smile on his face and asked, "How did you sleep?"

Qi Yue looked at him coldly and said nothing.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Duan Mufeng sighed hypocritically, "Forget it, it's just a knife. Emotions don't matter. The poison in your body needs to be taken as an antidote every four months, otherwise you know

How painful it will be, your life is in my hands now, you are my knife, you have to do whatever I tell you to do, do you understand?"

"You don't need to stress too much. I know what to do. I am a person who cherishes my life. Since my life is in your hands, I will naturally be obedient. Don't worry." Qi Yue sneered and glanced at Duan Mufeng, then turned his head and looked away.

to the window.

The sky was very blue, the sun was not poisonous, and the sunlight came through the half-open window and shone warmly on her body.

"Help me sit up," Qi Yue said to the maid standing at the end of the bed.

The maid glanced at Duan Mufeng, who nodded, and then the maid dared to come over.

Qi Yue was helped up and leaned against the bed. Li Qianan suddenly came in from the door, holding two knives in his hands.

"Master, the knife is ready, please take a look."

Duan Mufeng took a knife from Li Qian'an and looked at it carefully. The scabbard was made of cowhide. It was dark and shiny, with cold tentacles. The scabbard was carved with complicated patterns.

He held the handle of the knife in his hand and slowly pulled out the blade. This knife was custom-made by a craftsman who drew the blade diagram himself. The blade was narrow and long, shorter than an ordinary three-foot knife. The tip of the knife was cut off obliquely, and the tail was slightly

The upward curve is more conducive to slashing and diagonal stabbing. When the tip of the knife is inserted into the body, when it is withdrawn, a piece of flesh and blood will be brought out by the upward curved tip, which will hurt the person more severely.

This is a two-handed sword. In order to save the wielder's physical strength, the blade is made of meteorite iron. It is light and not heavy on the hand, but it can exert good force when moving.

Because the blade is shorter and narrower than an ordinary three-foot sword, two knives are usually worn on both sides of the waist without getting in the way.

Qi Yue looked at the knife in his hand and wondered why he suddenly brought out two knives.

Duan Mufeng saw her doubts, sheathed the knife, fumbled for the word "Zhelian" engraved on the handle, and said: "This is a two-handed knife I made specially for you. Shen Jinyu's knife is called Fu Lian, then your sword will be called Zhe Lian. Once you have recovered your health, I will find someone to practice sword practice with you."

"Lotus-folding knife," Qi Yue stretched out his hand to get the knife to look at it, but Duan Mufeng dodged it. "There will be a time when I will get a knife for you."

Qi Yue was stunned for a moment, then laughed sarcastically, "Are you afraid that I will kill you with a knife?"

"If you're not afraid of ten thousand, you're afraid of the worst. It's not like I don't know your ghost spirit," Duan Mufeng handed the knife to Li Qian'an, "You have a good rest. The weapon has been prepared. You need to recover as soon as possible to the state where you can hold the knife." .”

After saying that, Duan Mufeng stood up, put his hands behind his back, and walked slowly out of the room.

"Bah!" Qi Yue pouted hard at his back. The maid standing at the end of the bed was a little girl who looked about fourteen or fifteen years old. She saw Duan Mufeng leaving before she dared to come over and said, "Girl, don't Get angry with the young master, or you will suffer again."

"I can be angry with him no matter what, my life is in other people's hands," Qi Yue said angrily, "Don't try to help him find out about me. I said I cherish my life, but now my life depends on him. Throw me out and I will crawl back on my own."

She has to live, and only by living can she have hope. Although the system has collapsed, there will always be a day when it will be repaired. As long as the system is restored, she will have a way to go home and escape from here. She has endured so much hardship as a child, so she cannot be ruined in this illusion. in the world.

The maid sighed and poured a glass of water for Qi Yue, "Girl, my name is Zi Yi, and I was sent by the young master to take care of you. Although I don't know what conflicts there are between you, but when you are under someone else's care, it is best to obey. Yes, this is what my mother taught me, and people nowadays have to do this."

Qi Yue took the cup and took a sip, "My servant, I'm not as good as a servant now." She raised her head and glanced at Zi Yi. This little girl had a childish face and a very tender voice. She probably didn't know anything. clear.

"How old are you?"

Ziyi: "Thirteen years old,"

"You're younger than I thought," Qi Yue handed the water glass back to her, "Why did you become a maid at such a young age?"

"I'm not young anymore. Many girls in our area started working to supplement the family income when they were eight or nine years old. My brother wanted to marry his sister-in-law, but the family couldn't raise the money, so they sold me to make money for my brother to marry his sister-in-law," Zi Yiman said He said with an innocent face.

"Sold you like this?" Qi Yue was shocked, "Then can you still go home in the future?"

"I can't. My family has signed a deed of betrayal. I have to stay here for the rest of my life."

Qi Yue's mood was complicated, but when he thought about it, it seemed that it was a normal thing in this era.

Qi Yue: "Then do you hate your parents?"

Zi Yi shook her head, "I don't hate it. My father and mother have told me since I was born that I would make money for my brother. As long as I are sold, my brother will have a bride to marry, and my parents will be happy." .”

Qi Yue felt a sense of sadness in her heart. She looked at the thirteen-year-old girl in front of her, but she was powerless to say what she wanted to say.

She can't protect herself, so how can she have the ability to sympathize with others.
Chapter completed!