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Volume 1 Fifty-Eight Inspiration

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    fifty-eight inspire

    "Sister Yuhua, are you okay, sir?" Zhenzhen's crying voice sounded. Seeing her young master leaning on the bulkhead, one hand on the ground and the other covering his chest, Zhenzhen felt extremely uncomfortable.

    "Twelve, his internal organs were injured, but it's not serious. Don't worry, Zhenzhen." Song Yuhua, who had come to Jianjun to diagnose his pulse when Zhenzhen broke free, finally heard Zhenzhen's inquiry.  He opened his eyes and looked much more relaxed.  The miserable appearance of Sword Master just now made everyone tremble with fear, and Song Yuhua was also frightened.  After diagnosing the pulse, I found that although the boy's injuries looked serious, they were not life-threatening. I was really relieved. "As long as you take good care of yourself, with twelve cultivation levels, you can recover in less than a month!"

    "Well! That's great!" Upon hearing the good news, Zhenzhen's little face, like a tabby cat, burst into tears with a bright smile.

    "AhemI, I told you beforeit's okay." After hearing Song Yuhua's words and seeing Zhenzhen crying and laughing again, the sword master couldn't help but feel warm in his heart, shaking his head and making an indistinct sound.

    "Young Master, please stop talking. Zhenzhen will take you to rest!" Seeing that her Young Master was still in such a miserable state and still wanted to speak, Zhenzhen hurriedly dissuaded him, then picked up the young man and ran quickly towards the cabin.

    Lying in the huge wooden barrel, the two-incarnation sword master enjoyed the beauty bathing him for the first time in his life, but he could not feel the slightest comfort or comfort.  Although the violent convulsions had stopped, the stinging feeling rushing from the depths of his bone marrow was always testing the young man's perseverance.

    Zhenzhen, who was also bathing the young master for the first time, also blushed with embarrassment.  He wiped the sword master's body with all his strength, while carefully peeking at his young master's face, but he didn't know that the young man he was serving had no intention of enjoying all this at this time.

    When the sword master fell asleep under Zhenzhen's service, the dawn had already lit up in the east.

    The loud chanting woke the young man up, and he sat up hazily. The sword master already felt that the pain in his body was much weaker.  After closing his eyes and looking inside, the boy breathed a sigh of relief at the injuries on his body.  Although he suffered great pain, the internal injuries were not unacceptable.

    Thinking of what happened last night, I felt a little depressed.  I have long been accustomed to the powerful power when possessed. Even after using secret techniques to stimulate my potential, my body, which has been tortured for nearly ten years, can still withstand it.  However, when the sword of healing was used, in order to control the power to a great extent, the young man not only used up his last bit of strength mentally, but also physically, he also tried his best to contain the true energy, which resulted in trauma to the meridians and internal organs.  .

    "Sir, are you awake?" The cabin door quietly opened a crack, and Zhenzhen carefully put her little head in. When she saw the young man sitting on the couch, her beautiful eyes suddenly radiated with joy.

    "Well, I'm awake. Aren't you asleep yet?" Looking at the tired look on the face of the girl who rushed in with joy, the sword master couldn't help but feel warm in his heart.  She knew that this lovely girl must be worried about herself.

    "Fell asleep, and woke up again!" Zhenzhen happily came to Jianjun's bed, gently helped the young man to sit more comfortably, and dealt with it casually.

    "I'm fine, don't worry." Listening to Zhenzhen's words, Jianjun felt even more pity in his heart.  Zhenzhen naturally returned to her room and went to bed later than Jianjun, but she came here earlier, which showed that she was worried and could not sleep well.  Raising his hand to grab the other person's little hand, the young man said warmly, "I'm fine. You can go get some sleep."

    "Well, okay! You must be hungry, sir. I'll bring you a bowl of porridge!" With a slight blush on her face, Zhenzhen relaxed her hands happily and simply agreed, but then turned around and went out to bring the porridge.  He didn't hear his son's words clearly.

    Not long after Zhenzhen went out, the sound of footsteps could be heard.  The hatch opened again, and all the important people on the ship came in.  Song Lu, Song Yuhua, Song Shidao.

    "How do you feel, Twelve?" As soon as he entered the door and saw that the young man leaning against the bulkhead looked good, Song Lu laughed loudly.

    "It's okay. Uncle Lao Lu is worried." Seeing everyone coming in, Jian Jun also smiled, "Is Miss Fu okay?"

    "Although Junma is still awake, she is no longer in fear of her life. Twelve, I really want to thank you!" Speaking of Fu Junma, Song Shidao was all smiles.  This man really has a deep love for Fu Junma!

    "Haha, look at the second young master, Miss Fu is your lifeblood!" Looking at the grateful Master Song, Jianjun also shook his head, but he was really happy in his heart. Fu Junma is not dead, and the plan in his heart has come true.  half.

    "I wonder how the second young master will treat Miss Fu?"

    Sword Lord¡¯s words hit the mark, and the expressions of the three members of the Song clan suddenly changed.

    "Shidao, eldest brother will not agree with you and FuMother.  It's better to make a decision early.  "After being silent for a long time, Song Lu finally sighed. Although they only met for one night, Song Lu felt that if Fu Junma was not a foreigner from Korea, she would be a perfect match for Song Shidao. However, in the Song clan where national justice is paramount, this  But it's a little more deadly.

    "Uncle Lu, Shidao understands, but I want to compete!" Song Lu said that Song Shidao didn't understand.  However, at this time, Song Shidao was no longer as gentle and weak-tempered as in the original work. The second son of the Song clan had already begun to show his own edge.

    "Shi Dao, are you going to go against dad?!" Song Yuhua was immediately shocked after hearing Song Shi Dao's words. He understood how true his father was. If Song Shi Dao was determined to fight to the end, even though they were father and son, they would definitely become two tigers.  One injury!

    "Actually, if the second young master wants to marry Miss Fu, there is nothing he can do." Seeing the three members of the Song clan staring in front of him, Lord Jian suddenly interrupted.

    In the original work, Song Que¡¯s biggest regret was that he had no successor, and the biggest reason why he finally compromised with Cihang Jingzhai and gave up half of his country was that he had no successor.  Therefore, as soon as Jian Junfu came out of the mountain, he began to exert influence on Song Shidao.  Now that Song Shidao has begun to show his confidence and strength, as the driving force behind everything, the young man decided to work harder.  And this is why Jianjun went to such great lengths to save Fu Junma!

    "Oh? What can Brother Twelve do?" Jianjun's words immediately stunned the three of them.

    "Twelve, are you really sure? You must know that dad has always adhered to Han orthodoxy and will not allow Shidao to marry a foreigner!" Looking at Song Shidao who was full of curiosity and eagerness, Song Yuhua frowned slightly. If there was a way to resolve the conflict, it would be natural  It would be best, but she really couldn't figure out how to solve this matter.

    "Haha, since my little brother said so, I am naturally confident. Otherwise, why would I have gone through all the trouble to rescue Miss Fu last night?" Taking a sip of the fragrant tea that Zhenzhen brought in with the white porridge, Jianjun looked confident.  .

    "If there is a way, that would be the best. I am really curious!" Seeing that the young man was confident and not talking nonsense, Song Lu's expression also softened, and he smiled again.

    "Now the world is in chaos, and the Sui Dynasty is in danger. The heroes are vying for the throne right before our eyes. At this time, the Song Dynasty is in the south of Lingnan, radiating to Bashu, and it is time to aspire to dominate the world. If it fails, it goes without saying. If one day it can conquer the Central Plains, it will be possible to climb the great treasure.  The one who takes the throne should naturally be the Second Young Master! When the Second Young Master comes to rule the world and covers all nine states, even if Senior Song is the leader of a clan, it will be inconvenient to stop the Second Young Master¡¯s marriage. What¡¯s more, even if Senior Song doesn¡¯t allow it,  The worst that can happen is that the second young master can just marry a girl from a good family and make her a queen, and then take Miss Fu as a concubine. After all, it is extremely common for an emperor to have three palaces and six courtyards. As for the Goryeo side, there is no need to worry. The emperor of the Central Plains accepts a girl from a country,  They just want it. If so, wouldn¡¯t it no longer be a problem?¡±

    The sword master was beaming with joy as he spoke, but everyone in the cabin had already been dumbfounded.  No one could have imagined that the method proposed by the young man in front of him would be so whimsical and unbelievable!

    What makes everyone shake their heads even more is that despite the wars of the Sui Dynasty, all parties on the surface have always maintained a basic respect for the imperial court.  Unlike the young man in front of him, he talks as if the imperial power is nothing. Talking about changing dynasties is as simple as eating and dressing.  What's even more outrageous is that the rise of the dynasty was used as a stepping stone for Song Shidao's marriage. It's simply hard to evaluate!

    "It's just that when everyone thought about what this guy did in daily life, they gradually accepted it.  After all, this guy has been accustomed to issuing an "imperial edict" before killing people two years ago. Although it is not directly called the imperial edict, there are endless forbidden words such as "this edict" in it, which shows how successful this boy is.  Don¡¯t take imperial power seriously!

    "Is thisreallyok?" Song Shidao also didn't expect that Jianjun's so-called method was actually like this.  But even though it felt a bit exaggerated and distant, my heart was already warming up.

    "Why not?" Seeing Song Shidao wavering, Jianjun struck while the iron was hot, "Although it seems far away, there is still hope after all. What's more, in this way, it will be of great benefit to your Song family. Fei  These time and efforts are better than your father and son turning against each other, right? What's more, chaos in the world is inevitable. Even if you don't fight, there are still people who will fight! If someone else wins the world, your Song family is so dominant  Either party is bound to be suppressed and eradicated, so it is better to take it for yourself and build an inheritance for eternity. What do you think, Second Young Master?"

    "Twelve, it's unimaginable for you to say such a big thing so lightly!" Song Lu finally regained his composure, shook his head with a wry smile, turned around and walked out of the cabin.  Although it is still a bit difficult to digest, what Sword Master said is not necessarily a solution.  What's more, it is a huge opportunity for the Song family, so he will naturally not object.After Song Lu went out, the cabin fell into heavy silence.  Song Yuhua stared at Jianjun with a strange expression on his face, but Jianjun seemed not to notice anything and just drank porridge slowly under Zhenzhen's service. On the other hand, Master Song on the other side gradually calmed down and didn't know what he was thinking.

    "Twelve, is this your fundamental purpose?" After half a bowl of porridge, Song Shidao finally breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes flashed with awe-inspiring light,

    "That's good, too!"
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