Chapter 63: Attempt

"The water is ready..."

In the night, the lights swayed everywhere in the city, and in a quiet and deserted courtyard, Ning Yi put the basin on the table in the inner room.

The woman in black was holding a small medicine bag in her hand. She was leaning against the bed and cleaning the wound. Ning Yi came in and pulled her clothes and stopped. Her face was still covered with a veil, but her body was still covered with blood. Ning Yi thought for a while, searched from a cabinet next to her, and took out a robe.

"There are no changing clothes here, only this one is dry. It is clean. If your clothes are torn, you can change them slightly at night. You can bring new clothes to you tomorrow."

The woman looked at him coldly: "Where do you want to go?"

Ning Yi hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand and smiled, "Okay, wait until you believe me, you can deal with the injuries on your body first. I'll sit outside and boil more water."

"If you want to leave, no matter how fast you can run, I promise you won't be able to leave this ward."

"I know, I won't leave."

Ning Yi smiled, then turned around and took a jar from the shelf and opened it, full of a strong smell of alcohol.

"Wine, but the degree is too high to drink. If you want to wash your wounds, you can use this."

In fact, there was alcohol inside. Ning Yi walked out to close the door. The woman frowned slightly and listened to the sound of footsteps. After a moment, she opened the collar of her clothes in the light. The dyed red cloth strips included her chest layer by layer. There were several places where the cloth strips were broken. The shoulders above to the lower abdomen below were covered with blood, and some of them condensed into blood scabs, dark red. The scars in front of her were still light. On her back and hands, there was a blood scab on her hands that might have hurt her muscles and bones. When the clothes were dragged down, the condensed blood scabs were torn apart again. She pursed her lips and endured it, but most of the wounds on her body were not bleeding at this time, and she stopped it by herself.

The woman twisted the cloth strip in the basin, frowned slightly and began to wipe the blood on her body. The bean-like lights, the ancient sword, the woman wiping her body in the simple room... After a moment, on the other side of the wall, Ning Yi also sat down on the stool, staring at the lights in the room. The woman could probably hear his movements, paused slightly, and then continued to wipe the wound and applied the wound medicine powder to the wound.

"This place was originally an abandoned garden, and usually no one came. If it were the past, it might be searched during searches, but I had already rented it, so the problem should not be big. Next door is Yushan Academy, and there is a small bamboo forest in the past, with a small river passing by, not wide. On the other side of the river, there are two restaurants, which expand a triangular residential area. The alleys inside are well connected. If someone wants to chase them there, it should not be easy. There are Changxing Street and Changye Street next to it. If you go there, the road leads to the south gate... The other side of the yard is..."

With his back against the wall, Ning Yi slowly spoke, introducing everything around him. The woman quietly put medicine on the other side. After listening, she passed by for a while, and said, "Are you a Taoist disciple?"

"Um?"

“So many alchemy things outside.”

"Oh, it's not alchemy, I should be a Confucian disciple, these are investigative things."

"should?"

"should."

“…Why did you know I was under the carriage?”

"It feels...or guess..."

"You have a grudge with Song Xian?"

"No, I've heard of some of his notoriety."

“…it’s not all but true.”

"I've seen a girl before."

There was a slight silence over there: "When?"

"This year, when the girl was fighting on Zhuque Street, she was watching her at a distance of dozens of meters away. Later, in the restaurant, the girl dressed up as a maid and poured wine there."

"...I remembered it." The voice sank slightly. On the other side of the wall, the woman who wiped the wound slowly stopped. She waved her right arm and grabbed the hilt of the sword on the small table, and stabbed it back. With a puff, the earth and stone shot out from the other end of the wall. The sword edge pierced the earth wall and stopped on the side of Ning Yi's face. Ning Yi smiled and turned his head to look.

"You are the scholar who wrote poetry that day...why are you following me!"

"You are following me today." Ning Yi said this and the woman on the other side of the wall was slightly stunned, "But you should understand that I have no malice."

After a moment, the woman pulled the sword back and placed it on the table. The light penetrated slightly through the gaps where the sword pierced.

"But why follow me? What are your attempts?"

"Except because of Song Xian... I want to learn martial arts." Ning Yi said frankly. The other side of the wall was stunned for a while, as if he was stunned by the answer. After a moment, his voice eased a little: "Nonsense."

"It's the truth. I'm careful about Muwuxue. I've long wanted to know what the legendary advanced martial arts look like..."

"Are you quite talented?" The voice over there interrupted him.

"Uh, it's hard to say this yourself..."

"That day, everyone asked you to write a poem. When you wrote a poem, everyone had nothing to say... You talented men have always looked down on martial arts men. You are also talented men with talent and fame. Now you say you want to practice martial arts and have a high level of martial arts. If you don't go to the battle formation or fight with others, you are just a fancy way. What's the use of learning? I don't believe it."

The woman said lightly, but there was no emotion in it, just saying these words. Ning Yi thought about it, and heard the bells outside the city faintly heard, and laughed: "It's really... useless. And I heard that advanced martial arts must start with children. For more than ten or twenty years, you can achieve success every day, right?"

"You are indeed past the age of practicing martial arts."

"Repent." Ning Yi smiled, "Actually... I'm investigating things."

“…Investigate things?”

"Well, it's about exploring the principles of all things and then deducing and using them. For example, the alcohol you use to clean the wound has been cooled and distilled several times, and it is currently only a little extracted, but if it is used to make wine..."

It was getting late, and Ning Yi said something casually, waiting for the time to pass. In the room inside, the woman dealt with the injuries on her body, and occasionally said absent-mindedly. Her clothes and pants were all covered in blood after all. At this time, she took off her chest and tied her white bandages around her shoulders in circles, and even wrapped them around her thighs and right foot for a few times. After hesitating for a while, she finally put the robe on her body. She took off her veil, her pale face looked weak, but she was still vigilant.

After a while, Ning Yi said, "It's too late. If you don't go back, your family will probably come. Come again tomorrow morning. The girl is injured and rest early."

Ning Yi waited for a while, but there was no answer. He turned off the lamp and was about to walk out. Then he said, "By the way, if the alcohol lamp is to be turned off, take a cover from the side to cover the flames. If it is blown, it is afraid it will explode. After that, push the door out and close it gently.

The door of the room inside was gently pulled open, and the robe was gently pulled with his hands. The woman walked out barefoot and frowned and looked at the door. Then she walked to the door and opened a crack. She looked at the yard. Ning Yi had already left the yard. After a while, the sound of the carriage driving sounded and gradually moved away.

The sound of insects sounded from the grass in the yard, and the stars were blinking in such night. The woman frowned and thought for a while, looking at the room outside. There were all kinds of things on the shelf, bottles and jars. When she woke up, she just glanced from it, so she thought it was the place where Taoist priests refine alchemy, and only then saw more things in the room. In a slightly empty place, several tables were lined up in long rows, strange iron racks, strange iron buckets, pipes, instruments that people were completely incomprehensible. A black wooden board was hung on the wall at the end, and the strange white symbols were shining in from the window lattice, sprinkled on the pages of the table and the open rice paper. The brush was moving on the pen holder...

The night wind blew in from the opening of the wooden door behind, blew her already messy hair and a slightly larger robe. Under the robe, there was a vague outline of the body wrapped in bandages. The woman closed the door with her backhand, walked back to the inner room, holding her sword and knees, curled up in the corner of the bed and fell asleep...

I probably won't leave suddenly tonight...

As the carriage drove towards the side door of the Su family, Ning Yi took a few deep breaths, thought about this, and then started to laugh.

Because she doesn't have clothes to wear...

Of course, the most important thing is because of her injuries. An official like Song Xian died. In a short time, the officers and soldiers would set up checkpoints in various places in Jiangning. With such serious injuries, she would not be able to get out for the time being.

Judging from the woman's method of arranging the envoy to open Song Xian's personal guards, she is not a fool. She knows how to weigh the pros and cons, so she will not suddenly become stupid.

It is difficult to directly tell the matter of being interested in martial arts. The most important thing is that if you talk about it later, it will inevitably give people the impression that the whole plan is for this matter. Although this year and month, the personal arts industry is mostly a waste of money in society, let alone such a magical skill. He is over the age, but he does not seek any first-class masters, and he has never considered running around the world or going to the battlefield.

This matter is first said, and then dilute it with other elements as much as possible, which will appear open and honest. As long as this obstacle can be overcome, it will be stable in the future. If it is placed in the future, it will cause dissatisfaction from the other party, and people really feel that they owe you favors and may feel that you are planning her and treat you perfunctorily.

Tomorrow I will leave a good impression and let her continue to stay...

It was the first time he had been in Wuchao for so long that he took the initiative to plan things. He felt that it was similar to the feeling of negotiating with others to raise orders or promote creativity. First, it was necessary to make people feel sincere, and then slowly negotiate terms, what you need and what I need. In fact, for him, from beginning to end, he was still the same kind of person who had cleared money and exchanged equally, but before that, he would try his best to strive for a position where equal dialogue was possible.

As he walked home, he walked through the path through the side door and looked over from a distance. There was no light in the courtyard where he lived. It was probably that the master and servant of Tan'er had not come back yet. Xiaochan didn't know if he had fallen asleep. When he walked to the gate of the courtyard, he saw the girl sitting in the central pavilion.

With neat bangs and floral white skirt, the girl sat there thinking about something, clenched her fists on her knees, giving people the feeling of gritting her teeth. The light of the stars sprinkled from the sky and shone on the girl's focused side face. Ning Yi looked at it for two seconds, and the girl's eyes moved, then looked over here and stood up.

The night wind blew against the hem of the skirt, and the girl stood there and looked over. This was not like the jumping Xiaochan who was wrapped in a bag of money on weekdays, but like a more mature Xiaochan who was always hiding behind her on weekdays. This feeling lasted for two seconds.

"Aunt..."

The first syllable was already choked with some choking breath, and tears rolled down from the girl's eyes. She raised her hand to wipe it, and suddenly she started crying.

"Son-in-law..."

Amid the crying, Xiaochan ran over there, threw herself into his arms and hugged him, almost pushing him back. Ning Yi hugged her back and sighed murmurly.

"Here I'm back..."

"Son-in-law...where are you going..."
Chapter completed!