stepping on the moon and asking green hills

As long as he can remember, Si Yan has said that the temperament of a sword can be given to it by the sword maker, or it can be born with it, but it is closely related to people.

Sometimes they are more human than human.

They know spring, summer, autumn and winter, as well as the warmth and coldness of human relationships. Some swords are loyal and firm, while others are vicious and despicable.Sometimes the sword's edge is stained with blood and still has a pure heart, which is purer and purer than the human heart.Sometimes the sword is not out of the sheath, it is bloody.

Bai Qiuling guessed that the Qingshuang Sword in front of him must have encountered a great change, otherwise how could it be so out of control in the hands of the sword master.He said: "I don't know if this sword has a story, or the lady has a story?"

Upon hearing this, Duan Qingshuang coughed twice, the wound was a little cracked, and blood began to ooze out again.

To be cautious, Bai Qiuling went to ask a doctor to check her injuries first, and then invited a little girl to help her change her clothes and tidy up.After everything was packed, he asked the inn to prepare a table of meals.

Duan Qingshuang drank the medicine and rested for a while, her face looked much better.She walked slowly to the table and sat down, added soup to the two empty bowls, and at the same time she put down the spoon, Bai Qiuling's voice came from outside the door.

"Has everything been cleaned up, ma'am?"

"It's all good, come in." Her voice was much gentler, and her expression was also calmer. After rearranging her hair and clothes, she was still so gentle and dignified.

Bai Qiuling gently opened the door, bowed to her politely, raised his hand and said, "This room is reserved for Madam, I live next door."

"No," Duan Qingshuang interrupted him with a smile, "My home is in Yongluo, I will go back later by myself."

Bai Qiuling then smiled and said, "I'll give Madam a ride after dinner."

Duan Qingshuang also nodded and smiled, then shook her head again and said: "Don't bother - haven't you asked the young hero's name?"

"Bai Qiuling." He stepped back half a step and clasped his fists again to salute. He raised his head and looked at Qingshuangjian again, "It seems that the current Qingshuangjian is its original appearance?"

"Bai Shaoxia also loves swords?" Duan Qingshuang gathered her hair into a bun, then put down the sleeves that Sheng Tang had rolled up just now, and said gently: "How does young hero know about Qingshuang Sword?"

Bai Qiuling replied: "The Qingshuang Sword is so extraordinary, it's hard to know in this Jianghu, and the Duan family's reputation for making swords is far and wide - dare to ask senior, why did such a scene happen just now?"

"Although Shaoxia Bai is still young, he has just fought against him and is indeed very skilled. Before answering the young hero's question, I have a question and I would like to ask the young hero for advice."

"I can't give advice, senior, please tell me." Bai Qiuling raised his hand and made a "please" gesture, took a sip of tea, and looked at Duan Qingshuang.

The scene from just now appeared before Duan Qingshuang's eyes. If Qingshuangjian's current habits were followed, he would have to "make a big fuss" before giving up. Unexpectedly, not only was Bai Qiuling not hurt by it, but it would take time for it to recover. Greatly shortened, and he himself was unscathed.

She frowned slightly, hesitated to speak, and swallowed a few words when they reached her lips—what's the use of asking him about his background, background, and martial arts methods, Qingshuang was obviously made by him, and he knew it best, so he just said that. ...is just a coincidence.

Seeing Duan Qingshuang let out a long sigh, Bai Qiuling took the initiative to speak: "Senior, if you have something to say, you might as well say it directly, maybe this junior can help you as much as you can?"

"Bai Shaoxia said today that I hurt my pulse, but I also know medical skills—" Duan Qingshuang rolled up her sleeves and stretched her hands over, "Then let me diagnose my pulse."

"This... The younger generation is not good at learning, just read some medical books to understand a little bit, I'm afraid..."

Duan Qingshuang interrupted him with a smile: "You can tell at a glance that I hurt my heart, now tell me that you understand a little bit, the young hero is really humble." Seeing that Bai Qiuling was a little embarrassed, she put her hand in front of him again Lifting it up, he took out a silk handkerchief from his sleeve and put it on his wrist, "Young Xia will check my pulse first, and it won't be too late to talk about other things after the diagnosis."

So Bai Qiuling nodded to her, and lightly placed two fingers on her.

A moment later, Bai Qiuling finished his pulse diagnosis, withdrew his hand and coughed twice without speaking, but Duan Qingshuang spoke first: "The Duan family can make swords, but the Duan family who made swords has long since ceased to exist."

"Why did senior say that?" Bai Qiuling asked.

Duan Qingshuang caressed the Qingshuang sword gently, her eyes soft and distant.The memory in her mind was torn into two halves again, one half was engulfed by the gusts of cold wind in the icy world, and the other half fell into the scorching abyss of tumbling magma, and her consciousness fell into the unbearable past again.

Her voice suddenly trembled, and she sighed with a bit of sarcasm, "If it weren't for these two swords, the Duan family would never have become what it is now."

If it wasn't for the Qingshuang Sword and Qingming Sword, Duan Qingshuang might be coaxing her young child to study and practice sword at this time, and her younger brother is still traveling around carefree, so uncomfortable.

The Duan family's roots in Yongluo can be traced back a hundred years. From the generation of Duan Qingshuang's grandfather, the Duan family's sword-making skills have spread far and wide, and they have forged many legendary swords.When it came to Duan Qingshuang's father's generation, Duan Zhou, the eldest son of Duan, was even more proficient in sword casting. Duan Yuan, the second son, Duan Qingshuang's father, although his sword casting skills were not as good as his elder brother Duan Zhou, but he knew the world's famous swords, and people jokingly called him "Knowing everything about swords", because there is no sword in the world that he doesn't know or understand.

Duan Zhou got two sword casting manuals from nowhere, and even Duan Yuan had never heard of these two swords, but he studied the sword casting manual carefully, and was immediately attracted by the mutual generation and restraint characteristics of the two swords, and even used One of the swords was named after the newly born eldest daughter, calling her Qingshuang.

A few years later, his second son was born, and he named him Qingming again, and "put together" them into a pair of precious swords.

Duan Yuan's two children grew up day by day, but Duan Zhou never got married.It took him ten years to forge a Qingshuang sword, but he still couldn't get it right. Ten years passed without success.Even if Duan Yuan knows Tianxiajian, he can't answer one or two questions about it.

"At that time, my father also hoped that the Qingshuang Sword would be born as soon as possible. He often handed over my younger brother and me to the care of the housekeeper, and traveled around with my uncle to find the way to make swords. But then I became seriously ill, and my father never went out after returning home in a hurry. Pass." Duan Qingshuang stared at the Qingshuang sword in a daze, wrapped the spike of the sword around his hand round and round, and the bitter taste of the traditional Chinese medicine that he drank as water every day when he was young came to his mouth again.

Duan Yuan and Duan Zhou left separately. After several twists and turns, he arrived at the foot of Yunyin Mountain, but he was summoned back temporarily by a letter from his family. As soon as he returned home, he saw his sickly daughter who was almost dying.

Duan Qingshuang has been in poor health since she was a child. Several doctors told her that she had a cold body. After taking a lot of medicine, she did not improve significantly. The children of ordinary families died long ago.After a long time, drinking medicine is useless, Duan Yuan has no other choice but to let Duan Qingshuang and Duan Qingming practice martial arts together, and pin their hopes on martial arts, even if it can help her keep fit.

Although she is young, Duan Qingshuang is as clear as a mirror about her physical condition. She is weak but extremely strong. She spends twice as much effort as Duan Qingming on swordsmanship. After two years of persistence, she has improved greatly.

Duan Qingming is the youngest son in the family, and everyone in the family dotes on him.The eldest sister is like a mother, especially Duan Qingshuang. Although she usually takes care of her tightly, she is always pampered in the palm of her hand. Duan Yuan's words are useless.But I have to say, because of having such a noisy younger brother pestering her to play here and there, Duan Qingshuang's personality is much more cheerful, and her spirit is better than when she was a child. Slim, gentle and generous.

Duan Qingshuang felt sorry for Duan Qingming, and he let him do everything big and small.But in the end, it is a good teaching, Duan Qingming never does anything out of line, and he is very pleasing in everything.When Duan Qingshuang was 12 years old and Duan Qingshuang was 15 years old, people gradually began to propose marriage. He knew that Duan Qingshuang didn't want to marry, so he often teased the person who proposed marriage to "retire in spite of difficulties".

"The most absurd time was also the time when my father was the most angry. He locked up Qingming for three full months and was not allowed to go anywhere." Duan Qingshuang laughed happily and comfortably as she spoke, as if the mischievous younger brother was jumping up and down again. He ran up to her with strides.She slowly suppressed her smile, and said: "I'm gone, all the girls around have found the right man to get married, my father was anxious, and decided to promise me to someone else, and on the day of the wedding, Qingming wore a big red dress , and 'married' for me, but was caught by others and sent back in a bundle, my father was so angry that he beat me up."

Hearing this, Bai Qiuling couldn't help laughing out loud, Duan Qingshuang glanced at him with a smile in his eyes, he felt lost again, and quickly waved his hands to explain: "Senior, don't get me wrong, this junior just thinks Brother Ling is really cute."

After the "substituting marriage" incident, Duan Qingming was banned for three months.

Duan Qingshuang was also punished to think about it. She sat outside Duan Qingming's house under house arrest all day, flipping through sword manuals, talking and chatting with him, and occasionally went to the kitchen to make some snacks for him secretly.

One day, as soon as she came out of the kitchen with a plate of peach blossom cakes, she ran into Duan Yuan head-on. Duan Yuan looked at her for a while, scolded her, and then let go of saying that Duan Qingming would be released for another seven days. Picking up the corner of her skirt, she ran to the courtyard, calling Duan Qingming's name all the way.

Panting, she ran outside the window and slammed the door to wake them up. She carefully handed in the peach blossom cakes on the plate one by one, and spent the next few days happily talking with Duan Qingming outside the house about forging swords with green frost Spectrum, counting the hours and days, and finally waited for people out.

"After that incident, I seemed to have a sudden enlightenment. My brother and I searched all over Yongluo, and finally let me find a Tianshan snow lotus that was delivered quickly from a merchant in the Western Regions."

Bai Qiuling then asked: "Senior already knew that the most yin and coldest things are needed to cast the Qingshuang sword?"

Duan Qingshuang stretched out her hand from her sleeve, opened her wrist to show Bai Qiuling, and said, "I didn't know it at first, but after I brought the snow lotus back, I got seriously ill again, and I only found out after that."

Tianshan snow lotus is extremely cloudy and cold, fearing that Duan Yuan won't let her touch it, Duan Qingshuang took the things back and hid them in her room.She asked Duan Qingming to get the key to Duan Zhou's sword-making room, but the housekeeper saw her and stopped her.But Tianshan Xuelian, who was supposed to enter the sword casting room that night, forced Duan Qingshuang to hold her in her arms all night.

The next day, Duan Qingming finally got rid of the housekeeper's sight and took the key, and sneaked into the sword casting room with Duan Qingshuang, and practiced the two people's gains from studying the sword casting manual for the past two days.

Duan Yuan went far away, except him and Duan Qingshuang, no one in the Duan Mansion could control Duan Qingming, Duan Qingshuang was casting swords in the sword-making room, and he was responsible for bringing in food or missing materials on time.The two cooperated so seamlessly until the third day, Duan Qingshuang still couldn't hold on and fell ill.

Duan Qingming heard the movement and pushed the door in. Seeing her pale face, she was anxious, and was about to go out with her in her arms.As soon as he stepped out of the stone gate, there was a burst of strange noises behind him. Duan Qingshuang in his arms was unconscious, but when he turned his head, he saw the snow lotus of Tianshan Mountain that had been blooming slowly melting into the sword that was not fully opened. On his body, soon the sword began to be covered with hoarfrost, but the hoarfrost had just spread a layer on the sword, and then it gradually melted away.

It was the fleeting Bai Shuang that awakened Duan Qingshuang.

She struggled from Duan Qingming's arms and threw herself back to the sword casting platform, holding the hilt of the sword with one hand, while slowly rubbing the sword with the other hand.However, she was too weak. After days of hard work and the cold air from Tianshan Snow Lotus entered her body, her eyes went dark, her arm slipped from the sword, and her wrist tingled and fell to her knees.

Before Duan Qingming could react, before he had time to help him up, something happened on the sword casting platform. The whole stone platform was instantly covered with a layer of hoarfrost. Blood was still dripping from Duan Qingshuang's wrist. She half held the hilt of the sword, The warm blood running down her arm was "sucked" away by the sword halfway through.

Duan Qingshuang fell to the ground with no strength left, but she insisted not to let Duan Qingming take her out of the sword-making room—she had a strong premonition in her heart that the Qingshuang Sword was about to be born.

"The Qingshuang Sword was forged by you feeding the sword with blood?" Bai Qiuling was puzzled. Even though he knew that feeding the sword with blood was the usual method used by swordsmiths, the process of casting the Qingshuang Sword was as Duan Qingshuang said. , he is still unheard of.

Duan Qingshuang smiled and said: "It was a mistake. I saw the snow lotus in Tianshan Mountain melted into the body of the sword, and then I realized that the materials that uncle used to forge the sword were extremely yin and cold. It was also at that time that I knew what the Qingshuang sword should be. Such a sword—

At that moment, I seemed to fall in love with this sword, which was similar in physique to mine. "

The Qingshuang sword on the sword-making platform made a sword sound, and the buzzing sound made Duan Qingming unable to approach.But Duan Qingshuang knew that the last step of casting the sword was dangerous, so he tried his best to stand up from the ground and push Duan Qingming away, and then desperately hugged the Qingshuang sword that was constantly absorbing the surrounding cold air.She didn't know what was the right thing to do at this time, but deep down in her heart, she seemed to have a connection with the Qingshuang Sword that surpassed everything, and her instinct made her grit her teeth to bear the bone-piercing chill and hold the Qingshuang Sword without letting go.

At this moment, Duan Qingming was shocked by the scene in front of him, and he didn't even know how to save Duan Qingshuang.As soon as he approached, Duan Qingshuang retreated instinctively, the blood on her wrist was still being absorbed by the sword in her arms, her complexion became more and more ugly, and she became more and more unstable.But she was holding the Qingshuang sword all the time, and she could no longer distinguish Duan Qingming's anxious voice calling her.