The Doctor's Hand Covers the Sky: The Evil King's Wasted Concubine

Chapter 16

Ning Ruoshui looked around with sharp eyes, and the waiter in the shop continued to introduce all kinds of high-quality weapons. Ning Ruoshui scanned them one by one, but couldn't find the familiar feeling.

Soon, Ning Ruoshui visited the entire weapons area.

"Girl, these weapons are selling very well, do you want to think about it?" The waiter walked around, saw that Ning Ruoshui only glanced at the weapons he recommended, and looked away, feeling a little muttered in his heart Wake up, I'm afraid this little girl doesn't know what to do.

"Are all the weapons in your Jiange here?" Ning Ruoshui frowned.

"Ah", the shop waiter was obviously a little dazed, squinted his eyes for a while and thought for a while, then suddenly slapped his head, "I remembered, we have a sword in Jiange, and we haven't found the owner yet."

"Oh? Then take me to have a look." Ning Ruoshui's eyes gleamed with an inexplicable brilliance. She was sure that the sword had something to do with her.

"It's just,,," the shop clerk frowned a little embarrassed.

"Just what?" Ning Ruoshui suppressed his excitement.

"The owner of the pavilion said that if you want this sword, you must be able to use it," the shop waiter said very awkwardly.

"What do you mean?" Ning Ruoshui was puzzled.

"I've heard about this sword from Jiange. It is said that this sword has an unusual origin, but no one can use it." Qian Wuying stood next to Ning Ruoshui for some reason.

"Oh? There is such a thing?" Ning Ruoshui touched his chin, becoming more curious about this mysterious sword.

"Well, it is said that the 8th Pavilion Master found this sword in Lingxi Valley, but when he brought it back, he found that no one could use it, so he kept it in the Sword Pavilion." The waiter scratched his head, his eyes a little far away.

"The eighth pavilion master?" Ning Ruoshui blinked, expressing that he had no idea about it.

"The current pavilion master is the 18th generation descendant of the Yue clan," Qian Wuying suddenly said.

"Girl, do you want to see that sword?" The waiter smiled politely. Many people were curious about the mysterious sword, but after so many years, the sword was still lying there quietly.

"En", Ning Ruoshui nodded.

The waiter brought Ning Ruoshui to an inconspicuous small room.

In the center of the house, on an extremely simple pitch-black counter lay a black long sword lying quietly.

The strange feeling in Ning Ruoshui's heart became more and more intense.

As Ning Ruoshui approached, the blade of the sword fluctuated slightly, as if something summoned it.

The shop waiter's eyes were full of shock, and his intuition told him that this girl was not simple.

At this moment, next to the spotless tea table, the serious-looking middle-aged man in Tsing Yi paused, "After so many years, there has finally been some movement." Then the voice fell, and the blue figure in the room flashed, and the middle-aged man disappeared immediately.

Ning Ruoshuisubai's small hand paused for a moment, and firmly grasped the jet-black hilt.

A soft cry, like a dragon singing for nine days, exploded in Ning Ruoshui's mind.

The moment Ning Ruoshui held the hilt of the sword, the jet-black blade glowed like water, rippling in circles.

A strange array of lines appeared on the sword body, and the whole room became extremely bright.Ning Ruoshui's whole body was shrouded in a watery halo, and a touch of connection suddenly appeared in his consciousness.

Ning Ruoshui closed his eyes, his spiritual consciousness penetrated into his heart, a silver bird fluttered its small wings, and jumped onto Ning Ruoshui's shoulder impatiently.

"Chirp", the silver bird affectionately rubbed Ning Ruoshui's small face with its furry head.

Ning Ruoshui lifted the little bird from his shoulders, the thumb-sized silver bird tilted its furry head, staring at Ning Ruoshui motionless, its misty eyes were still covered with mist.

"Chirp", the silver bird took a deep breath, it was the breath of the little girl that woke it up, otherwise it would have to sleep for a long time.

Ning Ruoshui looked at the chirping bird in his hand curiously, and the bird anxiously scratched Ning Ruoshui's fingers with its small paws as Ning Ruoshui's heart beat.Ning Ruoshui opened his eyes in pain, only to see that the silver sword pierced his little finger, and a drop of bright red blood dripped down the sword, which was instantly absorbed by the sword.

　That’s all for today, I hope more people will support Yunxi, Yunxi will work hard to write better, okay~~
　　
　
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