Chapter 92 Soul Resurrection Grass

Yan Qingqiu didn't say any harsh words this time, he was silent for a moment, and said: "Yes!"

Ruyi's eyes lit up, and she stared at him expectantly.

"But it's like saying nothing."

Ruyi was stunned, her voice trembling, "What's the way?"

Yan Qingqiu: "There is a kind of grass that grows in the bitter cold place in the far west. Because it can detoxify all kinds of poisons and bring the dead back to life, it is called the soul-returning grass."

"Soul-returning grass?" Ruyi muttered to herself, "Then... what does it look like, is it hard to find?"

"It's natural. The whole body of this grass is black, but the leaves are blue, which is quite weird. And the Bitter Cold Land in the Extreme West is just a general term without a specific location, so it's like looking for a needle in a haystack. But..."

"But what?"

"There is a plant in Dazhou."

"It's in the palace..."

Ruyi said listlessly, Yan Qingqiu slapped his thigh, "Girl, you are finally smart!"

Ruyi's hand had already been freed from Fu Chen's grasp. She wiped away her tears and rolled her eyes at him: "Although the hope is slim, it doesn't mean it's impossible. It's just that it's hard to get it. By the way, you said you can help me?" The young master will live another ten or eight years? Enough, enough..."

In the past ten or eight years, she will find a way to get the soul-returning grass.

As long as there is a glimmer of hope, she will not give up.

Yan Qingqiu looked at her with some sympathy: "Little lady, your love for this young master is really touching, but... excuse me, that soul-returning grass is a life-saving thing, and the emperor can't even use it in time, why? Maybe it’s for you? Don’t even think about it..."

"I see, thank you for reminding me!"

Ruyi looked calm and answered very simply.

It's not that she looked away, but that she had an idea.

Emperors are afraid of death. Every emperor in this world wishes to live forever. How could such a treasure be handed over to others?So she definitely can't get it, but not getting it doesn't mean she can't get it. In the future, when she has more martial arts skills, maybe entering and leaving the palace will be like entering a land without people. Isn't it easy to get the soul-returning grass?
Yan Qingqiu saw that Ruyi suddenly calmed down, and immediately realized something was wrong: "I said, little lady, don't do stupid things, you can't go to a place like the imperial palace, and the capital is far away from here!"

"Well, good!" Ruyi responded, and turned to look at Fu Chen behind him. His complexion was indeed much better than before, and his breathing became stronger.

"Hey, thank you this time!"

"To each other." Yan Qingqiu rubbed his nose and said with a smile, "Actually, at that time, you helped me support a half a cup of tea, and I could kill them even when my internal strength recovered."

"Oh?" Ruyi looked at him suspiciously, "You also know kung fu?"

"Of course, it's just that someone gave you a soft tendon at the time."

Ruyi squinted at him: "You are a charlatan, and you will be beaten by others? It's so useless!"

Yan Qingqiu, "..."

Being exposed, Yan Qingqiu was not very happy, and waved his hands: "It's getting late, and I'm tired too, go rest first, find a doctor you can trust tomorrow morning, and I'll combine the acupuncture method with the prescription Leave it to him, so that your husband can survive for another ten or eight years, farewell!"

"Oh, you doctor, what are you talking about!"

Ruyi felt that this guy's speech was too harsh, and he could be called a fighter with a poisonous tongue.

"Forget it, people with some abilities have weird tempers!"

Fu Chen was lying on the bed with a faint smile on his lips.

(End of this chapter)

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