Rebirth: Marrying a Bamboo

Yi Huang lost his patience: "Zhao Fushuang!"

"Why..." Domineering yet coquettish!

"Tsk!"

What is he talking about with a drunk Zhao Fushuang!
In the end, Yi Huang frowned and compromised, and told her perfunctorily: "In order to balance the power struggle, everything in the back mountain was completely owned by the sect, and the sects of the ancestors accounted for the largest proportion."

The master ascended, and the sect was in charge of Yukun. Yukun has always been indifferent to power struggles. The various ancestors have distinct factions and are eager to take the position of master. This must secretly stumbling Yukun.

It doesn't matter whether Yukun is the leader or not. In fact, if someone can support the position of leader, it will save trouble.

However, no one in the sect can stand firm, and if one of the five patriarchs gains power, the Yunding faction will inevitably be stirred up into a bloody storm.

For the long-term stability of the Yunding faction, Yukun became the most suitable person instead.

But it is not so easy to be a puppet. Yukun cannot bring benefits and is excluded by all parties.

Later, the mountain of treasures behind the Mountain Lord's Mansion successfully appease the dissent of the five ancestors.

Including Zhao Fu's double injury this time, he needed a lot of pills and medicinal plants, and he also exchanged what was left on him.

Although he knew that this matter was unreasonable, he was incapable of all emotions and desires, and he could not feel much grief and anger, and he didn't want to disturb the purity by causing trivial matters, so he just exposed it.

Yi Huang spoke in general terms, but Zhao Fushuang understood it.

That is to say, for the safety of the Yunding faction, he has completely become the one who has been taken advantage of!
"The Yunding faction is fighting and being stable. What does it have to do with you?"

Yi Huang said: "It doesn't matter much, but Master doesn't want to see the Yunding faction fighting among themselves."

Zhao Fushuang looked into Yi Huang's eyes clearly and said, "Wortless!"

He deserves to be bullied like a grandson!

"……"what?
Yi Huang's eyebrows twitched fiercely, and he slowly put down the book in his hand, "Come on, try to speak rudely again."

Just try it, "Husband, you are the strongest."

The tone of voice is so delicate, so artificial!
Because of the astonishment, Yi Huang, who was ready to throw people to face the wall and think about his mistakes, stopped, and the mana in his palm collapsed instantly.

Really want to kill the enemy, unable to lift a knife!
Zhao Fushuang was lying on the table and grinning sullenly, her black hair hanging down her shoulders, her shoulders were still shrugging and shaking.

Yi Huang saw that she had returned to a somewhat careless look at this moment, and realized after a while that she might really be throwing a temper tantrum after being silent for the past two days.

As for the reason, he didn't know.

However, the way she lost her temper was more worry-free than usual, she was not noisy, his ears were clean, and she could recover on her own in the future.

Later, Zhao Fushuang was still thrown back on the bed by Yi Huang, and she was restrained from speaking.

The cave was considered quiet.

It's not that Yi Huang doesn't know that sometimes blindly accommodating is not the root of solving the problem.

However, for Rong Yin's reincarnation these years, his cultivation has been intermittent and ups and downs, which is not enough to deter the five ancestors.

In fact, he is not willing to be the person who can intimidate all the powerful members of the Yunding faction. Once he becomes that pillar, it means that he has to bear such responsibilities all the time.

He didn't care about the power struggle of the Yunding faction, and he didn't care about the trivial matters of the outside world. Now that the internal balance of the Yunding faction is achieved in this way, there is nothing wrong with it.

He also knows that Yukun's growth is fast enough, and given time, it will surely shock all parties.

When she woke up the next day, Zhao Fushuang was very angry, "I know this trick all day long, you have the ability to change it!"

Yi Huang replied casually: "I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it."

Whenever he moves a finger, she will peel off the skin.

"I still want to thank you for your mercy? You won't let me move, don't let me talk, and don't cover me with a quilt, and I didn't freeze to death overnight. At your age, are you wicked or not?"

"..." Yi Huang paused, he seemed to have indeed forgotten.

She was sleeping with a girl, and he wouldn't even look at her if he could.

Fortunately, Zhao Fushuang didn't need him to answer.

"When I am stronger than you, I will imprison you 120 times a day, and you will not be able to speak for ten years."

"This bed is so fucking hard, it hurts my bones from sleeping on it."

"When can I leave this broken place?"

After thinking about it, I combed my hair, washed myself, folded the quilt, and went out for a walk.

Yi Huang found that Zhao Fushuang especially liked to go out, even if she was lying on the back mountain to sleep, she would not come back. She left early in the morning and only came back at night.

That's right, I'm afraid she would find it boring to stay with him.

Since the last time he agreed to be husband and wife, Zhao Fushuang seemed to be intimidated, and never mentioned it again.

It can be seen that she is not completely indifferent to life, at least she does not want to be stuck with him for a lifetime.

Compared with his old-fashioned and unchanging attitude, Zhao Fushuang really looks like a rebellious child.

She didn't want to be restrained, make do with it, or be wronged.

Seeing her yelling countless times about the uncomfortable stone bed for a long time, he rubbed his brows and got up.

After all, she is a girl and needs to be treated with tenderness.

A row of emerald green bamboos appeared out of nowhere on the ground with a wave of his hand.

With his fingertips running, hundreds of bamboos were cut to the same length, four flew out and landed on the four corners of the stone bed to form pillars, and the rest of the bamboos also flew to the stone bed one by one, arranged horizontally and vertically based on the pillars, forming bamboo fences on three sides.

Move the magic power of the fingertips again, and the bamboos are arranged side by side and glued together to make the top cover.

Since then, the stone bed has been covered by bamboo on all sides, blocking the light from the sun and moon beads on the roof, leaving only one side for access.

With a wave of his hand, hundreds of bamboos as thick as arms piled up on the ground, and the outer skins of each bamboo were separated from the main trunk under the control of Yi Huang's mana.

The fallen bamboo skins are piled up in one place, and after removing impurities, they are crushed into small powders that are hard to distinguish with the naked eye. The powders are reassembled and glued into silk, which are stacked horizontally and vertically, and finally woven into a fine and soft emerald green curtain.

Two pieces of curtains flew into the stone bed, hooked up with the pillars, and fell neatly, covering the vacant side of the stone bed.

Covered by curtains, the scene inside the stone bed is hard to discern with the naked eye.

Hundreds of bamboo leaves are stacked and solidified again, and finally turned into bamboo leaf hooks with beautiful patterns and attached to the pillars, and the curtains are hung on both sides of the pillars.

Yi Huang impatiently thought about Zhao Fushuang's words, she seemed to want a thicker cushion.

How squeamish!

Thinking like this, thousands of bamboo skins fell off again, and two pieces of soft cloth were made.

This time, he started smashing the trunk.

All the while smashing all the bamboo into slag.

Yi Huang stepped forward, stretched out his hand to touch the slag, it was still somewhat rough, and smashed it again with force.

It wasn't until all the bamboos were so broken that it was hard to distinguish with the naked eye and all the moisture was removed, he used a spell to confine the debris, and then wrapped it with woven cloth to make a mat the same size as the stone bed and spread it on the stone bed.

He reached out and pressed it, and the mattress was enough to fit the stone bed, and it was absolutely soft.

After all this tossing, Yi Huang's patience was really exhausted, and when he was about to throw away the discarded bamboo, he remembered that she wanted a bathtub.

Then, the remaining stripped bamboos are smoothed again and combined into pieces of wood.

He checked the surface and found it was not smooth, so he began to grind it down inch by inch until all the wood was as smooth as jade. Then he started to make the bottom, surrounded by smooth boards, and made a round wooden barrel big enough for Zhao Fu to toss.

A magic spell purified the dust in the room, Yi Huang retreated to the desk, waved his hand, and again transformed into thirty bamboos slightly taller than him, making a bamboo screen.

The bamboo screen almost divides the Dongfu into two parts, one half is her boudoir and the other half is the outer room.

And his case is in the outer room, although it does not completely isolate the two of them, but nothing happened, he will never set foot in the inner room.

Even with the bamboo screen that is taller than his height, he will be much more comfortable in the outside room.