Chapter 2: Meet the End of the World

Qing Chen was shocked and opened her mouth to shout, but her voice was blocked before it came out of her throat. The hand pressed hard against her mouth, with the disgusting staleness of tobacco saliva, she struggled hard and saw a big man with a beard and armor holding herself in the chaotic reflection in the water. In panic, she slammed her elbow back with all her strength, struggling to make a profit while the big man let go.
"Little beauty! Where do you run?" The man was stunned by her unexpectedly, grabbing empty, but not in a hurry, just waved.
As soon as the figure flickered, Qing Chen was shocked to find that the man was approaching, and two other big men in similar costumes had already stopped the way out on both sides.
"She's quite courageous, and she looks beautiful enough. I didn't expect to encounter such goods in this barren mountain." The person before looked at her up and down with a look of prey, his naked eyes seemed to want people. The clothes are stripped off.
"It should be our brothers' Yanfu, this trip is not in vain." Another person followed with a grin.
The three of them joked and walked forward. Qing Chen was horrified. Seeing that they described them as being in the army, they were definitely not kind in their words. She was forced to retreat step by step, and the other party approached without hesitation, and slowly pushed her towards the water's edge, but was not in a hurry to arrest people, her face was full of scornful jokes.
Under their pressure, Qing Chen stepped on a protruding rock and turned back abruptly, seeing that there was already a mountain stream below. She looked back at Tan Zhong Shen Liu, and then took a step back and said, "What are you doing? Don't come here again!"
"Want to find death? I will wait for the uncle to die, maybe we still can't bear you." One of them laughed wantonly. The person next to him spit out the tobacco, and said, "What are you talking about with her!" Before the words fell, he fit and leaped forward.
Seeing this, Qing Chen was shocked, and before thinking about it, he turned his mind and jumped into the water.
There was an angry shout on the shore, followed by someone jumping into the water.
In fact, Qing Chen didn't know how to be water-based. Before, he just held the idea that he would rather be jade broken than be complete, and he didn't want to fall into the hands of such a person and be humiliated. The water flow was not wide, but it seemed to get deeper and deeper, and the water quickly spread from the waist to the chest. But for a moment, she vaguely felt the chasing person approaching, and the other side was right in front of her, but a rapid rush came suddenly.
At this moment, there was a strong sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded by her body, and two screams on the shore were mixed with a scream, and a cold, low-pitched voice said in her ear: "reach out!"
Qing Chen obeyed the voice subconsciously, a hand that was almost as cold as flowing water pulled her from the water to the shore, and a pair of silent eyes flashed in front of her. Before she could see the person's appearance clearly, she first found two golden feather arrows nailed to the feet of the two on the shore, no more than a minute, and the arrow fell into the rock without the feathers, which showed that the strength was extraordinary.
The person who chased into the water was hit by an arrow in the arm, screaming in pain, and crawling to the shore, immediately dragging a red blood line in the water.
"Which battalion are you from? How dare you leave the station without permission! What a talent for a couple of men to bully a woman!" A young man with a strong figure holding a golden longbow stopped by the shore.
Qing Chen realized that the archery and the one who saved her were not alone. The person who pulled her ashore leaned on the rock, his tall figure was wrapped in a slender black cloak, and his face was wearing a bronze mask, covering most of his face. Because of the mask, Qing Chen couldn't see his exact appearance, only the deep eyes behind the mask, dark and boundless, without the slightest emotion, exposed thin and firm lips, just like the cold eyes.
"Eleven, be careful, they are Turkic people."
The man rescued Qing Chen and suddenly whispered. The young man's eyes shone brightly, the arrow in his hand flashed slightly, and a feather arrow pierced the air. Before the man in the water could go ashore, he pierced through his back, struggling to sink into the water, and a pool of blood suddenly appeared in the pool.
Upon seeing this, the two people on the shore shouted in unison, both drew their swords out of their sheaths, leaped into the air, and attacked their opponents. The corner of the young man's lips raised, the golden bow rang again, and his men shot out. Hearing only a brief scream in the air, two blood blossoms suddenly appeared, and the two people rolled down to the shore almost at the same time, and there was no more movement.
Qing Chen was still in shock, but saw that the man killed three wicked people in a row. His smile did not change. He only casually retracted his bow and arrow and went forward to check. ..."
The person called the "fourth brother" shook his head slightly. The young man didn't say much any more, he slid back to his side, his gaze fell on Qing Chen, he was taken aback for a moment, and he turned away quickly.
Qing Chen lowered his head subconsciously and found that the clothes on his body were completely soaked, almost as transparent. She stayed for a while, and her pretty face blushed immediately, just as she didn't know what to do, but a large cloak came towards her and fell on her shoulder.
Qing Chen hurriedly tightened the cloak, raised his head to meet the quiet eyes behind the mask, his eyes moved down a bit, and he couldn't help but startle.
The man in front of him had a short arrow stuck in his chest, which was previously invisible in the cloak. Now that he throws the cloak away, the black shirt that is exposed has long been stained with blood, and the half of it shows a thick color, even her hand A lot of blood was also stained on the cloak he was wearing.
No wonder this person has been leaning on the stone, and his injuries seem to be serious. Perhaps because of the force he had just used, fresh blood was flowing from his wound at this time, and his tightly pressed thin lips were so pale that there was no trace of color.
Qing Chen was stunned and listened to him in a deep voice: "Eleven, draw this arrow."
The young man called "Eleventh" had no time to take care of Qing Chen, stepped forward to help the man sit by the stone, and looked at the wound hesitantly.
The man took out a token-like thing from his arms and handed it to him: "You see the opportunity, do it."
Eleven swords furrowed his eyebrows, and firmly grasped the token: "Four brother, bear with me." Raised his hand to hold the tail of the arrow exposed outside his body.
"Wait!" Qing Chen reacted from the shock and hurriedly stopped. "You can't draw an arrow like this, he will bleed to death if it doesn't hurt."
"How is that good?" The blood from the wound in front of him kept pouring out with the person's breathing, and he stopped on eleven and said anxiously, "This arrow is as deadly as it is not drawn."
Qing Chen squatted down next to him in the past. She had a medical background and a major in surgery, so she can handle such situations with ease. She looked down and looked at the location and situation of the arrow injury. It was estimated that it did not hurt her heart or lung, otherwise people would not be able to survive now, so she asked eleven: "Do you have a knife? It's better to be a little bit smaller."
Eleven took out a small knife about three inches long from its own. The scabbard was simple but exquisite. It was an extraordinary product at first glance. Qing Chen said: "I know a little bit of medicine, if you believe me, you can let me try."
Eleven hesitated and turned to look at the man. The man and Qing Chen looked at each other for a moment. Qing Chen did not catch any emotional fluctuations in his eyes, as if facing a cold lake, with bottomless and endless gaze, only for a short stay, he seemed to see people. Thoroughly distinct, and his voice is equally simple and calm: "Okay."
Such a cold voice suddenly passed through people's hearts, bringing some surprises. Qing Chen didn't expect that he would believe her, looked back, and took the knife handed over by Eleven. This knife is slightly heavy at the beginning, with a narrow blade and quite sharp. Although it cannot be compared with a surgical scalpel, it can be used.
She her long hair with her backhand, then rolled up her sleeves, and said to eleven: "Let him lie flat, so that the wound is higher than the heart. Then look for something like alcohol, if not, just think Way to ignite."
Eleventh said: "There is a little wine, and there is also a fire." He took out a small silver pot from his arms.
Qing Chen nodded, and quickly cut a piece of the relatively clean cloak with a knife, divided into several pieces, washed his hands with the clean water on the side, and then took the jug that was handed over and dipped the wine. Wipe the knife, carefully cut the clothes around the wound, and the whole wound appeared in front of my eyes.
She leaned over and checked it carefully, and found that the blood from the wound was constantly flowing out with breathing, and the whole was dark red, indicating that the artery was not injured, so the risk of drawing the arrow would not be too great. Qing Chen burned the knife on the fire that started on the eleven, and handed it to eleven to hold it. He wiped his hand with wine, took the cloth dipped in wine and simply treated the area around the wound, then took the knife and said: "Without anesthetic, it may be very painful, you have to bear it."
The man said nothing, but just nodded slightly.
The arrow was barbed and could not be pulled out directly. Qing Chen raised his hand to press his veins, then raised his head and asked: "How did you know that those two were Turkic?" The man was stunned when she heard the words, and she took advantage of the knife in her hand. Accurately and neatly stroke the muscles next to the wound. Following the man's groan, he gripped the tail of the arrow a little harder. The broken arrow came out of his hand, followed by blood gushing out, but due to the correct handling method, there was not a lot of Spit out blood.
Qing Chen threw Broken Arrow aside and said to eleven: "Bo." Her question just now was just to divert the person's attention, and didn't care about the answer. Eleven didn't have time to think carefully at this time, and hurriedly handed over the folded cloth just now, watching her layer by layer on the wound of the man, and asked nervously: "Fourth brother, what do you think?"
The man’s lips were pale, but he was still conscious under the severe pain. After a while, Fang slowly said, "It's okay."
Qing Chen signaled the position of the veins to Eleven: "You press here with your hand, and I will see if I can find herbs to stop the bleeding, remember not to let go, and don't use too much force."
Eleven Yiyan took over. After a short while, Qing Chen returned with some green mountain grass, washed and crushed it and applied it to the wound of the man, changed a clean cloth and pressed the bandage again, the blood gradually stopped.
At this time, the sky was getting dark, and Daishan became purple, and it was already dusk. The evening clouds on the horizon ignited like fire, and filled the mountains through the afterglow of the setting sun. The birds flew in flocks from the clouds, throwing back into the woods and rustling.
After Qing Chen treated the wound for the man, he sighed in a long sigh of relief on the side of the rock, and raised his head: "It's dark."
Eleven frowned and looked around, then turned around and asked, "Is there anyone nearby?"
Qing Chen was silent for a moment, thought about it a little, and said with a smile: "I have a bamboo house around the mountain col. It is my home. If you don't mind, just let me come."
Seeing that the person had no objection on the eleventh, he said: "I'm so disturbing, I haven't asked the girl's name yet?"
Qing Chen pursed his lips again, and said, "My name is... Feng Qingchen, how about you?"
Hearing her question, she groaned for a while, clasped her fist and said: "The girl meets Pingshui to help, and she should have told her names truthfully, but my brothers have other difficulties, such as fabricating and deceiving. Can you forgive me?"
Qing Chen raised his eyes to look at him, and smiled: "If you don't want to say it, I won't ask, you saved me first, and I should thank you too."
Eleventh thought it over, and then said: "I'm ranked eleventh in the next home, you might as well call me eleventh."
"Okay, eleven." Qing Chen nodded and looked at the man who had been closing his eyes and resting.
The man opened his eyes, cold and tired, and said quietly: "Thank you."
Qing Chen smiled slightly: "No thanks, I heard him call you'fourth brother', then you must be ranked fourth?"
Eleventh said: "How old is my fourth brother? It depends on you and I are similar in age, so it's better to...you also call it "fourth brother".
Qing Chen nodded and stood up: "He was seriously injured, I will take you to find a place to rest first."
The three of them went upstream together, and when they reached the bamboo house in the mountain, the sky was completely dark. Qing Chen found this place with strange memories all the way, and he was relieved when he saw this room. With a strange mood, she hurriedly reached out and pushed open the small gate of the bamboo fence before eleven. Through the stars in the sky, she vaguely saw a lot of vegetation planted in the courtyard, and the night breeze was blowing her face with a delicate fragrance. .
When I entered the room and touched the candle, the light was not very bright after being lit, and it was trance and soft, which made people feel more in a dream. However, this dream is very familiar. Qing Chen holds the lamp in one hand and lifts the curtain with the other. This bamboo house is not big, it is divided into front and back, and it is neat and clean. Every application tool is made of green bamboo. The tables and chairs are arranged in a random pattern. The candlelight reflects a layer of soft light. , Obviously has gone through years. Further inside is a bedroom, with a green gauze tent hanging from the middle of the low couch, and a small case on one side. The bronze mirror on it can be seen, and the hosta comb by the mirror shows that this is a woman’s boudoir. , And on the side of the window, there is a simple Guqin.
Qing Chen took a deep breath. After he settled the wounded, he picked up the curtain and walked out. He found another side room with some bottles and cans, and a lot of arranged herbs. The other side was full of various All kinds of books. She flipped through it and saw that most of them were medical books, and the rest were manuscripts such as piano scores and astrology, and even some military books.
But at this moment, she didn't have time to study these books, and she didn't have time to think about other things for the time being. She took the medicine bottles through the light and looked at them one by one. After thinking for a while, she picked out two small porcelain bottles and found some clean cloth tapes. She took these things and turned around and looked at the next door by the way. It turned out to be a stove room.
The surroundings are quiet and comfortable, everything is in order, and the previous owner of this house can be regarded as Lan Xinhui. Qing Chen couldn't help but think of the bizarre experience during the day, and stood in the room in a trance. At this moment, she felt that everything in front of her was floating and sinking alternately between reality and illusion, as if she was playing a role in the play, and countless strange thoughts were there. Shuttle in my mind, but in a blink of an eye, it is my real self. Truths and falsehoods cycle endlessly, the inexplicable feeling can’t be said or made clear, but for some reason, in the deepest part of my heart, there is a strange peace, as if everything that happened was taken for granted. Have been to these places and met these people.
Qing Chen frowned slightly and looked around alone in a daze. He didn't know how long he stood until the curtain rang behind him, and he walked out of the chamber eleven steps: "Miss Feng."
Qing Chen suddenly returned to his senses, looking at Eleven with a slightly confused eyes. Eleven saw her look different, she stepped forward and asked: "What's wrong, what's wrong?"
Qing Chen shook his head hurriedly and said: "It's okay. There are medicines here. I'll change the dressing for him. There is the kitchen room. Go and find a way to get something to eat."
Eleven was stunned: "Stove room? Okay, let me take a look." The change of the topic made him temporarily ignore the strangeness in Qing Chen's eyes, and did not ask more.
Qing Chen fetched a basin of water and returned to the bedroom, put the medicine and cloth tape in front of the couch, and turned around and said, "Those herbs are just a stopgap measure, not very useful. I have to change the medicine for you. Can you sit up?"
The candlelight fell in front of the couch with a faint and gentle hazy yellow, but the face of the man exposed outside the mask was as white as snow, but his eyes were clear and clear, unlike the appearance after a serious injury. He slightly struggled to prop up his body with his hands, Qing Chen stretched out his hand to support him, put a bedding behind him to help him lean, and then helped him to untie his clothes and prepare to change the dressing, but he didn't notice that this unconcealed behavior made the man original. A trace of surprise passed in Jing Mo's eyes.
Sure enough, the wound opened again due to the vibration on the way, Qing Chen frowned, poured some clear juice from a white jade porcelain bottle, carefully cleaned up the blood, then took out some milky powder, and gently applied it to the wound. Start bandaging with a clean cloth tape.
The sharp arrow pierced his chest and penetrated his back a few times. Although luckily missed the point, the pain when dealing with the wound can be imagined. The person was silent, Qing Chen's fingers touched his skin, and there seemed to be some calm strength in the tentacles. The injury and bleeding did not relax him, and he seemed to maintain an imperceptible alert at any time.
The long sword he carried was also placed on the near side, with a cold temperament like his people, which made people feel chilly. Qing Chen thought about the experience of this day in his heart. The three pretending soldiers were determined and neat in the eleventh bow killing, and instinctively they were not as simple as ordinary passersby. These are not important to her either, it's just that various things come one after another, which temporarily dilutes her confusion and worries about her current situation.
The person in front of him seemed to be looking at her as well. Qing Chen returned to his senses and felt his gaze, his eyes lightly moved, and he cast a faint smile at him. The smile fell on the bottom of his dark eyes. Was sucked in in an instant.
After changing the medicine to help him lie down, Qing Chen got up and packed his things. The man closed his eyes wearily, and suddenly opened them again, saying, "...Miss Feng."
"Huh?" Qing Chen looked up while adjusting the sleeves that always got in the way.
"Eleventh brother, I also have color hanging on him." It is clear that he cares about others, but his voice does not have any emotion, and he is calm.
Qing Chen had seen the injury on his eleven shoulders just now, but it was not too serious, and he didn't have time to pay attention to it. He reminded him and said, "I know, I'll go out and have a look. You should rest first." Tuck the quilt lightly for him and lift the curtain out.
Just stepping out of the house, suddenly a puff of smoke pounced on his face, choking people unable to open their eyes. Seeing the heavy smoke that kept gushing out of the stove, Qing Chen hurriedly went to check it out, unexpectedly bumping into the eleven who was embarrassed by the curtain.
Eleven stretched out her hand to hold her, wiped her face and said: "What's the matter? The stove cannot be lit."
Qing Chen looked at him with a sing-like painted face wiped with soot, couldn't help but laugh. Eleven swords raised eyebrows: "You... laugh at me! Otherwise you go try?"
Qing Chen thought with a smile, isn't it just making a fire? What's the difficulty of lighting wood with fire? She rolled up her sleeves and said: "Look at me." Step into the stove confidently. On eleven, seeing her confident and curious, she didn't know what the trick was to fire in the stove, so she turned back and followed behind and decided to ask humbly.
After half a cup of tea, the two returned to the outhouse, and the stove was in a mess.
Eleven looked at Qing Chen, with a three-point smile in his eyes, three-point jokes and three-point helplessness. Qing Chen stood with her mouth pursed unconvinced. She never thought that it would be so difficult to make a fire. Not only is the so-called flint impossible to knock, but the small stove is even more difficult. The most annoying is the ridiculous expression in front of her, seeing him endure. After having to work hard, she said in an angry manner: "Laugh as you want, why is the expression so weird?"
Eleven looked at her black and white face, endured forbearance, and finally laughed.
His hearty laughter was a bit cheerful and unrestrained, as if the sun was in the sky and cloudless, making that handsome eyebrows momentarily heroic. Qing Chen looked at him and stamped his feet and said: "Laugh! I don't have time to make it now. Don't hurry up and make a fire, not to mention that the medicine can't be fried. Everyone is hungry. When the time comes, see who is anxious." She raised her eyebrows and did. With a threatening expression, he left.
Regardless of whether she was laughing or crying outside on Eleven, she went into the house to dispense medicine by herself. Some of the various kinds of herbs she knew before, and some were only known from the memories she had acquired, and they would pop up suddenly when needed, often catching people off guard. She thought about carefully choosing medicinal materials, and tried her best to adapt to those things that didn't belong to her. She didn't dare to be careless. After a while, she raised the curtain and said: "Ha, it's done."
"It's done?" Qing Chen went out with him, quite suspicious, "not destroyed again?"
"It's burned well." Eleven looked a little proud, "Such trivial things, it's not difficult for Ben...Young Master."
Qing Chen stepped into the stove, raised her eyebrows disapprovingly when she looked at the fire, and said, "Oh? Then the cooking must not be difficult for the Eleventh Master. There are rice and vegetables over there, please." Taking advantage of the eleventh stunned, he raised his hand and patted the wound on his shoulder. When eleven yelled, he raised the medicine bottle in his hand, "Let's take a look at your injury first."
Eleven had minor injuries on his shoulder and left arm, and his left arm was slightly heavier, bleeding a lot, almost dyeing the sleeves. Qing Chen lowered his head to check and found that it looked like a knife wound. When he raised his head, the words came to his lips. After thinking about it, he stopped and only carefully applied medicine to him. There is a golden bow and long sword beside the table, with a sharp edge and vaguely murderous. Qing Chen was worried about his current unclear situation, and never asked them anything. At this moment, thinking of his previous scene of killing the wicked, he was not afraid for some reason. On the contrary, his magnanimity and brilliance were even more impressive. .
After the wound was treated properly, Eleven smiled and said, "Thank you."
Qing Chen said: "Thank you, you don't have to. It's better to cook your meal and just use it as the consultation fee."
The eleven shook his head and said, "Being clever, don't eat any loss."
Qing Chen picked up the medicine on the table and said: "Accept, each other. Could you please light up the medicine first?"
"It's easy to say." The eleventh old technique was repeated, taking out the altar of wine from the house and spilling a little in the medicine stove Qing Chen prepared, adding wood, and hitting the flint and it would burn.
Qing Chen stepped forward to take a look at the wine, frowning: "It's really a cow chewing peony. This altar is a good wine soaked in many precious medicinal materials."
"Oh?" Eleven heard the words, took a sip with a small cup of wine, and said for a while, "Good wine!"
Qing Chen became curious, reached out his hand and dipped it in the wine jar, tasting it with the tip of his tongue. Only a drop, the bitter medicinal aroma of the mouth mixed with the pure scent of the wine, which lasts for a long time, and the aftertaste is soothing.
She nodded and said: "It's really good." She reached out to the altar again, and suddenly retracted her hand with a whisper. The dark thing on the bottom of the altar turned out to be a snake.
Taking a closer look on the eleventh, he suddenly smiled and said, "Could it be that you made this wine? So scared, how did you catch this snake in the first place?"
Qing Chen was slightly startled, and then said: "Naturally not, this is someone else made wine a long time ago. Since I found it for you, I will toast you." She changed the subject, worrying that she would not know how to answer some things when asked. .
Eleven glanced at her again, with inquiries in his eyes. Seeing him hesitating to say something, Qing Chen simply raised his eyes and said, "There are some things you don't say, I don't ask, I can't say, can you ask and don't ask? You and I are both harmless, but each has its own difficulties. When we are even, okay?"
On the eleventh, she was straightforward, but she didn't feel puzzled anymore. She smiled, poured two glasses of wine, and said, "Well, just as you said, I have the honor to meet today. I will toast you first."
Qing Chen took the wine cup in his hand, raised the corners of his lips, and said in a low voice, "We are destined to meet in this life, perhaps by fate."
The two raised their glasses. After they drank them, the glasses lit up with each other. The wine was so full of vigour and mellow in their throats. Both felt very happy, and a burst of laughter sounded in the room.