I save the world with a knife

Chapter 47 Are you awake?

The swordsman recalled the process of the tragedy, and admitted with a pale face: "It's also my fault, I disturbed the luthier without authorization."

After the flower master got the answer, he narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, his body flickered, and he disappeared in place, not knowing where he was going.

After the disease doctor dealt with the swordsman, he came to the luthier. With the holiness and generosity of the doctor in his eyes, he asked in a deep voice, "Luther, are you awake?"

The luthier's expression remained motionless, and his eyes were dull.

The disease doctor thought for a while, then took out a silver needle and pricked the acupuncture point on the luthier's body, and a warmth penetrated into the luthier's body along the silver needle.

"The luthier." The disease doctor called out again.

The luthier's drooping eyelashes trembled, and then he looked up at the disease doctor.

His expression gradually came to his senses, he stared blankly at the disease doctor, as if he was trying to identify who the person in front of him was, and after a while he said in a difficult voice: "It's the disease doctor..."

The disease doctor nodded slightly, and said calmly: "Do you still remember what happened?"

The luthier had memories on his face, and his brows were tangled up, as if he was trying to recall the past.

He said in an uncertain tone: "I remember the swordsman was building a stone house, and I, I was playing the piano by the river?"

He looked up at the morning star at dawn, his expression unpredictable: "I played the piano all night?"

"No, that's not right." He looked down at the scars on his hands from being strangled by the strings, and the broken Jiaoweiqin on the ground stained with blood. His eyes lost focus, and he murmured, "...I'm out of control."

"I, out of control..."

Seeing that his mind was in danger of collapse, when the disease doctor raised his hand to knock him out, the luthier's lowered hand naturally stroked the daffodils in his palm.

He froze for a moment, his mind suddenly clear.

He stood up straight, even though he was in a state of embarrassment, but when he curled his lips into a smile, his elegant demeanor was still graceful and admirable.

"It's really disrespectful for Your Excellency to see such an embarrassing scene." The luthier's tone was calm, as if elegance had been carved into his bones.

Even if it is self-deprecating, it is extremely gentle.

The luthier's sudden sobriety stunned the doctor, his originally flat tone suddenly became more enthusiastic, and he was analyzing the luthier with a magical vision.

"How did you do it?" The doctor spoke quickly, "You were obviously haunted by the demons of your heart and you didn't get out, but it didn't make sense to wake up in an instant."

His eyes fell on the daffodil carved from warm jade held by the luthier. Just when he was about to speak, the swordsman suddenly opened his mouth and said angrily to the luthier, "Sir, do you still remember where the injury on my body came from?"

Doctor Ji shut up immediately, and he glanced at the swordsman with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Ah, I interrupted his words suddenly so as not to surprise the luthier. Could it be that the daffodils are of great significance?
The disease doctor thought about it and didn't say a word. Before he knew the importance of the matter, he should not speak easily.

The luthier was also very surprised in his heart, he didn't expect the swordsman to stand by his side with the attitude of a guardian.

Holding the narcissus in his hands, he said indifferently with a gentle expression: "Too many things happened today, I lost control and hurt you, so the grace of saving my life will be negated."

The swordsman was so angry that his face was turning green. Who wants to repay your life-saving grace? I am obviously speaking for you, in case the blind guy in the disease doctor offends you because of the daffodils, okay?

The swordsman was so choked that he couldn't speak, and secretly scolded the luthier for not knowing what was good and what was wrong.

At this time, a faint smell of green bamboo came.

The three of them looked sideways, and it turned out that the Flower Master who had just left had returned at some point, and when he appeared, he appeared without a trace of fireworks, as light as a fairy who came over on the moon.

The luthier looked at the flower master who was like a sea god, saluted with a smile, and said apologetically: "It's the fault of the subordinates, I disturbed the master, and please punish the master."

Huazhu took two steps forward and looked at the luthier, not missing the fatigue in the luthier's eyes.

He sighed, reached out and patted the luthier's shoulder, and said, "I've checked Mo Kongshan, has this happened to you before?"

Seeing that the luthier was silent, he didn't blame him, but instead asked: "You are keeping it a secret, when did you get the hidden disease?"

While the disease doctor was still there, he walked around Mokong Mountain.The last time he came here was 20 years ago, and this was his first time since Mokong Mountain was given to the luthier.

Many places in the mountains were abandoned, and the original flower sea medicine fields were withered and desolate.Trees grow wantonly, and weeds are all over the mountains.

But many rocks and trees are carved with daffodil patterns, which should be carved by luthiers wherever they go in their free time.

In addition, there are traces of Jiao Weiqin's attack in many relatively obscure blind spots. Compared with the traces present today, it is not difficult to see that it was left by the luthier when he went crazy.

The luthier's expression froze slightly, and he replied in a low voice after a long while: "It happened seven years ago."

A look of indifference flashed in his lowered eyes, Huazhu is a competent superior, no matter how kind and amiable he is, the disposition of the superior cannot be changed in his bones.

While he couldn't take care of it, he personally inspected his site, wanting to confirm whether his madness was real, and left some means to monitor him.

Fortunately, he has left enough real traces to deal with it yesterday, let's see again, he doesn't want to change his boss unless it is a last resort, and the flower owner himself is relatively interesting.

The flower master comforted the luthier in a low voice, with regret and concern on his face, but not without satisfaction in his heart.The luthier has such a weakness that he can better control people in his hands.

"Swordsman." Huazhu said.

"Subordinates are here."

The flower master instructed Yin Yin: "From now on, you will stay by the luthier's side. Once the luthier's old illness recurs, you should seek a doctor or me as soon as possible."

The swordsman said sharply, "Yes."

"Disease doctor." The flower owner continued.

The doctor bowed and said, "Please give me your instructions."

The flower master said solemnly: "I will entrust you with the responsibility of the luthier's body, and you must find a way to solve this matter."

The disease doctor looked bitter, and still replied: "Yes, my lord."

The luthier guy looked like he was haunted by demons, and this kind of problem was the most difficult to cure, unless he himself could think about it.The Lord is too strong.

"As for the luthier..." Flower Master coughed lightly, "If you go to Liuguang Tower in the future, please be sure to perceive this seat!"

He must join in the fun and watch Gu Sheng's gossip.

The luthier had a half-smile and said, "Lord Gu welcomes you very much."

Hua Zhugan laughed twice, turned and left.

After he left, the atmosphere among the three became more relaxed.

The luthier seemed to have inadvertently glanced at the direction the dazed master was leaving, his face was pale and bloodless, and under the gradually brightening sunlight, it was white and transparent, like snow that was about to melt.

The disease doctor looked at him, took out a bottle of medicine and threw it to the luthier, and said angrily: "Hurry up and wash up, and heal your wounds after washing."

"Now we are tied together, no matter how hard you try to die, don't drag me down."

The luthier picked up the violin on the ground and touched it, then smiled and looked sideways at the disease doctor, with long messy hair brushing the side of his face.

"Mokong Mountain is always quiet, so it's really great to have two guests staying here."

　The estimate was wrong. I thought there was no way to update it. I didn’t expect that my husband came back from vacation and posted my saved manuscript online. It seems that I can write the manuscript in advance and publish it regularly when I go out.

　　
　
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