"Then let me help you turn over again?"
"No, it hurts to move like that."
"Didn't you say it doesn't hurt anymore?" Xi Heng pouted.
For some reason, the senior sister who used to not even frown when her body was covered with sword wounds, suddenly became afraid of pain after Xi Heng saved her life.
Although she's not so delicate that she would cry out in pain if touched, I feel like my senior sister is unwilling to endure it.
Is this a sign of a good relationship?
Xi Heng didn’t quite understand.
"Also, it's almost time to change the bandages. You need to remove the bandages on Senior Sister's body after she finishes drinking the chicken soup." Xi Heng reminded.
"Changing the dressing is painful..."
"Is Senior Sister Hong Miao so delicate?" Xi Heng tilted his head.
It has been so long since her left arm was broken, but she has never cried out in pain to anyone.
"But it doesn't matter if it hurts." Senior Sister Hong Miao said this with a calmer tone:
"If Junior Sister Xi Heng caused pain because of taking care of me, I would not hate it. On the contrary, I would be happy."
"..." Xi Heng didn't know how to respond: "This kind of words always sound lascivious."
"Sex embryo."
Senior Sister Hong Miao chuckled and turned her head slightly.
Xi Heng smiled slightly, shook his head, and sorted out the knife wound powder and other medicinal powders and ointments that would be used for dressings, as well as the clean white coarse cloth that would be used as a bandage.
Time passed slowly amid the crackling sound of burning wood in the stove and the boiling sound of the iron pot above.
Half an hour later, Xi Heng scooped a large pot of chicken soup into a bowl and placed it on the bedside table with a wooden spoon.
"It's time to eat." She grabbed a small wooden stool and sat down. She scooped some broth with a spoon and slowly let it fall onto Senior Sister Hong Miao's thin lips.
"I can do it myself..." The senior sister pressed her movable left arm on the bed, trying to prop herself up and slowly sit up.
Just when it was halfway up, it fell down again.
Fortunately, there was no wound on the back, otherwise, the scab somewhere might have been torn off by the sound of the pounce.
"Don't force yourself. I'm here to take care of you," Xi Heng said.
“…Hmm.” After failing to get up, the senior sister returned to her previous weak appearance that needed care.
"Open your mouth." Xi Heng held the spoon steadily, staring quietly at the other person as he opened his lips.
Senior sister’s lips seemed quite soft, and they bounced slightly when the wooden spoon touched them.
Looks a bit like touching it.
Xi Heng fed another spoonful, and on the way he stretched out his finger and swept it across the other's lips as if wiping them. They were indeed very soft.
The jelly-like touch was a little strange, and she blinked, wanting to try it again.
But the senior sister saw through it and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing." Xi Heng pretended nothing had happened and retracted his finger.
The senior sister raised the corners of her mouth and smiled slightly, her laughter sounded like the chirping of a kingfisher in the early morning, or like the ringing of silver bells.
"You have already seen my body, why do you still care about such a small matter?"
"Hmm? What do you care about?"
"Junior sister, it was obvious that you wanted to touch me just now. Don't deny it." Hong Miao pointed this out.
Xi Heng ignored the words as if he hadn't heard anything, and scooped up another spoonful of broth and said gently:
"Senior sister, this small piece is chicken thigh meat, come on, open your mouth."
Hong Miao was shocked, but after opening her mouth, she bit the spoon directly into her mouth.
Xi Heng pinched her several times before she was willing to let go.
It seems like he's having a little temper tantrum...
Xi Heng didn't quite understand why his senior sister suddenly looked like a girl, and didn't know how to follow up on the topic, so he just continued to take care of her seriously.
When the chicken soup was finished, she used the same bowl to serve herself more and drank it slowly with a spoon.
This was not intentional, but there was only one spoon in her shabby little house.
After eating and drinking, Xi Heng returned to his senior sister with a pile of medicinal sand, ointment and clean coarse white cloth, and slowly lifted the quilt.
The room has become warm enough due to the fire in the stove, so there is no need to worry about the other person getting cold.
A slender figure wrapped in many bandages appeared before him. Xi Heng first gently brushed over the bandages with his hand, found the end of the bandage left previously, and untied it bit by bit.
The senior sister turned her head and looked at Xi Heng. After a moment, she suddenly said, "Junior sister, you have touched my body all over. You must be responsible."
"Eh?" Xi Heng was a little confused about the train of thought of his senior sister: "What responsibility... It's okay for senior sister and junior sister to touch each other, right?"
"It does matter. You saved my body, and you have seen and touched it, so I promised it to you, Junior Sister."
Senior Sister Hong Miao seemed very eager to have a close and inseparable relationship with her - Xi Heng finally understood some of it.
But why? Just because she was her senior sister's savior?
Or……
"Could it be that Senior Sister Hong Miao likes me?"
Xi Heng thought about it and finally came up with a small guess.
"Like?" Hong Miao was not familiar with this word, but she could guess its meaning based on its meaning, so she nodded and said:
"right."
"And senior sister is willing to promise her body to me. Isn't she too fond of me?" Xi Heng himself didn't feel much.
Perhaps it was because he had died and resurrected several times, his emotions had gradually become indifferent, or perhaps it was because he had been indifferent for too long, so his heart had gradually become less volatile...
"But." She said as she unwrapped the bandages on the man.
"But I always feel that Senior Sister just temporarily has no one to rely on, so she has to rely on me. This is not the kind of love I want."
"Then... what kind of love do you want, junior sister?" The senior sister then began to speak strange words to Xi Heng.
Xi Heng smiled lightly and said naturally: "I don't know either."
"So, Junior Sister is really weird."
Hong Miao turned her gaze to the other side without saying anything, allowing Xi Heng to toss around her body.
Another half hour later.
"Huh..." Xi Heng wiped his forehead, carefully put down his senior sister's arm, and finally re-bandaged the last wound.
The movements of changing dressings and bandages need to be very precise. If they are a little rough, it will hurt my sister, so she has to do it slowly.
And since she only had one hand to move, it was even more time-consuming.
"Junior sister, you have worked hard."
"How can you say it's hard to take care of my senior sister?" Xi Heng said casually, and then covered the quilt again with one hand.
Hong Miao said: "When I recover, I will definitely take good care of my junior sister."
"Why do you use the word 'serve'?"
Xi Heng felt that he was gradually unable to keep up with his sister's thinking, so he just said, "Sister, just help me collect some information about Huajin martial arts, you don't have to do anything else."
"Tsk." Senior Sister was helpless:
"Well... Actually, I know a kind of martial arts that can transform your strength, and it is a sword technique that is similar to ours. Would you like to listen?"
"Please teach me, senior sister." Xi Heng sat up straight.
Speaking of this serious matter of martial arts, Hong Miao's tone returned to the naturalness she had in the Sword Academy, and she spoke:
"This sword technique is called 'Qianmie'. It was practiced by General Tianliang, whom you and I killed before. My late master was also coveted for this sword technique, and died..." As she spoke, Hong Miao sighed, "After avenging my master, I didn't feel happy. Instead, I felt empty... I've said too much."
Xi Heng listened quietly beside him.
"The Qimie sword technique is now in Liang Mangchen's family. After he took away the Hua Jin martial arts, he secretly used it as a family inheritance. Now Liang Mangchen is dead, and there is at most one person in the early stage of An Jin in his family. You and I can easily defeat him and force him to tell us the martial arts." Hong Miao said.
"Qiumie Sword Technique..." Xi Heng nodded slowly: "Senior Sister said that this technique is similar to the Red Line Sword Technique in terms of sword intent. In what aspect do you mean?"
"The Red Line Sword is a sword of killing, and this Extinction Sword Technique is a sword of annihilation." The other party explained: "The evil spirit of the Extinction Sword Intent is a bit more murderous than the Red Line Sword Technique. To cultivate this kind of sword intent, you need to be ruthless, decisive and extreme in everything you do."
"It sounds like a sword skill that a bad guy would learn?" Xi Heng said.
"What kind of swordsmanship is there without many villains? The Red Line Sword is a sword that kills people." Hong Miao objected: "Sword power is not some kind of witchcraft curse. It will not directly affect one's character. It is not the swordsmanship that makes people change their hearts, but the person himself."
"Oh..." After hearing this, Xi Heng became interested:
"Then wait until Senior Sister recovers, and then go get this sword technique book."
……
More than ten days later, in a house in the village at the foot of the mountain.
Xi Heng removed the splint on his left arm and tried to move his wrist and fingers, stretching and retracting his arm. After a long period of simple activities, he made sure that his broken bones had been somewhat connected. He then stopped putting on a new splint and only used qi and blood in his body to protect the fractured bones.
Next to her, the senior sister sat on the bed, changing into a white and red dress that Xi Heng had asked the village tailor to make.
There were no patterns on these village clothes, nor were they brocade or silk, they were just coarse clothes for the common people.
But the coarse clothes were also new clothes. After putting them on, the senior sister looked much neater and cleaner. After that, she slightly tied her hair with a hairband, and she looked much more beautiful than before when she was lying on the bed with gauze and bloodstains all over her body.
Xi Heng was watching Senior Sister Hong Miao from the side, his eyes seemed to be attracted by some gravity and he was reluctant to look away.
"Do I look good?" Senior sister glanced at me.
"Very well." Xi Heng withdrew his gaze and continued to manipulate the Qi and blood in his body to protect the broken bones.
"My junior sister who doesn't understand romance..." Hong Miao was not satisfied with this answer and sighed: "You and I have slept in the same bed for more than ten days, why are your attitudes still the same?"
Xi Heng wanted to ask - why does Senior Sister always say things that make people wonder how to respond?
She ignored it and continued to stretch her left arm.
With the protection of Qi and blood, her left arm can now move slowly, but she is still unable to swing it in a large range.
But on the surface, he looks like a normal person.
She stood up and put on her light red coat, putting it on layer by layer, tying the belt around her waist, and clapped her hands lightly.
"It's time to leave this place... After we obtain the Hua Jin martial arts book, we will find a stable city and buy a yard to live in."
Xi Heng was becoming increasingly impatient with this small house in the village.
"it is good."
Hong Miao recovered from her injuries and gradually returned to her natural self in the Sword Academy.
Before leaving, she looked around the old house, taking in the scene and Xi Heng's figure, and remembering them in her heart.
Xi Heng tidied herself up in front of the simple little bronze mirror, then came to her senior sister who was a few centimeters taller than her, and together they pushed open the door in front of them.
The outside world is still covered with ice and snow. It has been freezing cold for nearly twenty days since Senior Sister was recuperating from her injuries. Even if the sun came out, it would be difficult to melt the snow on the ground.
Whether it is the village at the foot of the mountain, the towering Yaowang Mountain Forest in front, or the fields and hills in the distance, they are all covered with a layer of white snow.
Xi Heng's small cloth shoes stepped on the snow, and his feet sank into it more than ten centimeters, making a squeaking sound as they pressed against the snow.
"Speaking of which city is the family that hides the Hua Jin martial arts?"
"Jianchang."
"The big city that the Tianliang Army captured before coming to Jinshi City...it shouldn't be very far away." The girl nodded.
"But this is icy and snowy. If you don't use Qinggong, it will be very slow to travel." The senior sister reminded.
"But it's too tiring to keep using Qinggong." Xi Heng asked, "How about going back to Jinshi to buy a horse?"
"Jinshi is now occupied by Tianliang. I don't know if there will be order or whether the shops will open... Besides, I don't have much money to buy horses." Senior Sister said:
"Besides, we caused such a big scene in the Tianliang Army camp that day, it is not easy to sneak into the city."
"Then let's bypass Jinshi City and buy a horse at a post station or something like that on the road. As for the silver..." Xi Heng glanced at the small jade pendant still hanging around his waist, then looked up at the towering Yaowang Mountain that was completely covered with snow.
"If you want silver, it's easy. Senior Sister, are you willing to climb the mountain with me?"
