Rebirth: Marrying a Bamboo

Yun Ling, on the other hand, was very talented, but he didn't want to practice. He spent his whole life as a soldier and died in battle.

All his life, he left only a Lingze sword sealed with his blood to shock the world.

Yun Ling prophesied on his deathbed that if anyone among the younger generation could pull out the Lingze sword again, it would be him who would return as king, and he would only have to lead Yun Jiaerlang to achieve greater glory.

And Yun Xuchuan is the one who can pull out the Lingze Sword!
Such a sword, someone wants to open his mouth?

Besides, there is a sentence that saving lives has nothing to do with her?
How big is this face to say this!

Zheng Jianing blushed for her, "Wu Shuang, as long as you don't lose your mind to a certain extent, you can't say that."

Zhao Fushuang ignored Zheng Jianing, just looked at Yun Xuchuan and said casually: "Yun Xuchuan, you have to think about it, at this moment only I have the power to try, are you giving your savior a chance, or are you guarding your soul?" What about the glorious sword of life?"

"Of course, your third prince will rule the world sooner or later. Is it the king's land that is as big as the world, and the king's ministers on the shore of the land? It is their honor to have a few more people working for you. You don't have to take your Cangnan kingdom as your head Take that matter out, after all, those who make big things don’t care about small things.”

Everyone was dumbfounded, what happened to this sentence that was not persuasive, but it made people breathless.

Yun Xuchuan looked at Zhao Fushuang.

He has heard her name countless times and seen her portrait many times.

Her father and mother are both famous, and her elder brother is equally talented. He is the only one of Jun Wu's peers who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

She is not a princess, but no princess in the world dares to be around her.

Even her younger sister would fall behind her because she was born so late. What's more, in terms of appearance, her younger sister was far behind her. Even if she was an idiot, she was still a noble idiot!

He admitted that no matter in terms of appearance or family background, she was the best, and she was even more worthy of him.

That's why his father insisted on letting him marry her, asking her name to bless his future.

Power is important, but how can he marry an idiot and go home day and night for these, and choose whoever he likes!
Therefore, he directly advocated and asked to marry her younger sister. In this way, he offended the Bai family and the Zhao family to death, and the marriage would break up if it didn't break up.

It's just that this Zhao Fushuang doesn't seem to be as dumb and taciturn as the rumors say, at least he has a particularly dark heart!
Seeing Yun Xuchuan staring at Zhao Fushuang without speaking, the fat man who was meditating to heal his wounds hurriedly said, "Ling Ze Sword is an ancestor's property, a holy sword, and giving it to others is disrespectful to the ancestors, and it will also damage the destiny of the country. Please also, Your Highness." Think twice."

Also disrespectful!

It also damages the country's luck!
Talk about righteousness, right?
Zhao Fushuang cheered up, "Come on, let's talk for a while, maybe your savior will die immediately, and then you don't have to choose anymore, it's the best of both worlds."

Yun Xuchuan looked at Zhao Fushuang coldly, "I'll give it to you, can you pull it out?"

"You didn't give it to me, how do you know I can't pull it out?"

"Besides, if you can't pull it out, you can't pull it out. I'm willing to throw it away for fun."

Yun Xuchuan looked at Zhao Fushuang with dark eyes, holding the Lingze Sword in his hand, slowly lifted it up and placed it in front of Zhao Fushuang, "People must be saved, otherwise, you won't even be able to touch the sword!"

Zhao Fu pondered for a while, "That's fine."

When Zhao Fushuang stretched out his hands to catch the sword, Yun Xuchuan said with a gloomy face: "Since you have forced me here, if I don't do what you want, I will be inhumane and unrighteous, and I will be respected in vain, but remember, how you took it away today, he Japan The king will tell you how to send it back."

The fat white man who was healed was shocked: "Your Highness, don't do it!"

Can't?

The arrow is on the string, it's no wonder he can listen to you!
Zhao Fushuang took it slowly, the Lingze sword was cold and sinking in the hand, and the flying dragon on the scabbard was like a real dragon swimming around all the time, simple and solemn.

Nice sword!

Holding the sword in her hand, Zhao Fu raised her fox eyes cheerfully, "You still don't know me well enough, if you can take it back, I, Zhao Fu, will lose!"

Yun Xuchuan's eyes turned cold, Zhao Fushuang didn't care about his life or death, walked towards the woman lying on the ground, and drew his sword conveniently.

However, Zhao Fushuang pulled out the Lingze Sword so easily that no one in Cangnan Kingdom could pull out.

The sword was unsheathed, the blade gleamed, and the sword energy scattered.

The people nearby were almost instantly driven back by the sword energy.

Some experts have said that although the Lingze Sword cannot be discerned in grade, it is definitely one of the best treasures left in the last era.

Not to mention anything else, but the hostility tainted by the people who have been killed is enough to be respected and kept at a distance.

While everyone dodged, they suddenly realized something.

How can it be? !
Almost everyone's pupils shrank.

This woman pulled out the Lingze sword? !
Zhao Fushuang looked at the Lingze Sword with satisfaction, her hand was slightly heavy, the hostility was strong enough, and the blade was domineering enough, wasn't it tailor-made for her?
"Good sword, good sword." Satisfied, Zhao Fushuang put the Lingze Sword aside, and pushed mana into the body of the unconscious woman lying on the ground with both hands.

The woman was indeed on her deathbed, and the poison was chronic, so it wouldn't kill people all at once, but the medicine that Yun Xuchuan fed was okay, and the medicine was too overbearing, so seriously injured people couldn't absorb it, and instead were harmed by it.

However, low-level medicine is useless for such a serious injury, so people from the healing department must be used to dissipate the power of the medicine.

Zhao Fushuang discovered it a long time ago. This is a shortcoming of all alchemists on the mainland today.

He doesn't know how to control the heat and the potency of the medicine, but blindly opens the furnace to make alchemy to condense the potency of the medicine.

Including her father's alchemy, they all have this drawback, the power is too great, and they may do bad things with good intentions, and idle people can't bear it!

But the elixir she made was not. Her elixir would dilute the medicinal power to the greatest extent and release the medicinal power little by little. This was the reason why Rong Yin was able to jump around so happily.

Zhao Fushuang boosted the potency of the medicine little by little, and the woman's condition was still under control, at least it was much better than when she was exhausted after refining the Mi Curse Pill by herself.

After dispelling the medicine, Zhao Fushuang began to study detoxification.

The poison on the wound just suppressed the coagulation power of her blood and the power of wound healing, but this poison is not difficult to cure.

Zhao Fushuang tossed about in her space container, it was also a woman's life, and she really had the antidote.

Over the years, while she was healing her wounds in the small broken house, she also refined a lot of pills and antidotes for Wending Peak just in case.

Zhao Fushuang devoted herself to saving people, but she didn't know how upset the hearts of those present were.

Fatty Bai still had an incredulous expression on his face, and another ruthless man who had never spoken from the beginning also swept towards Zhao Fushuang.

However, the two subordinates of the Third Prince were far less shocked than Yun Xuchuan.

Yun Xuchuan couldn't believe it, who else could pull out the Lingze Sword so easily after him!

This shows what?
Is the so-called prophecy of the ancestors wrong, or is there another reason?

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