The ancient sword like Qin

When Ruqin woke up, she realized that everyone was in the room.

"Cough cough..."

"Ruqin!"

Shao Gong was the first to come to the bedside.

"Are you OK!"

"I'm fine, I want a drink of water."

As soon as Tu Su finished speaking, he brought a glass of water.

"Thank you."

"Ruqin, do you want more?"

"No, thanks."

Lingyue and Qingxue felt sour when they saw Shaogong and Tusu's caring expressions.

"You..." Ruqin touched her face, the veil was gone.

Seeing Ruqin waking up, Lan Sheng hurriedly squeezed into the encirclement and sat on the head of the bed: "Sister! The second sister is awake! Come on, Yueyan and I made a bowl of porridge, the second sister should drink it while it's hot!"

Ruqin is very relieved that Lan Sheng also knows how to take care of others. "Our Lan Sheng is really sensible."

"That is, who am I! I am the younger brother of the most capable girl in the world!"

"Heh...glib."

"Sister, where did you learn your kung fu! Why are you so much better than me?"

Hearing Lan Sheng's question, everyone in the room pricked up their ears, especially Ling Yue, Tu Su and Shao Gong.

"It's the master who taught you how to cultivate immortals. He saw that my aptitude is better than yours, so he taught me other exercises."

"It turns out that the master is so powerful, I thought he was just a first-rate or third-rate master."

Hearing what Lan Sheng said, Ruqin was a little modest, but in fact he was a third-rate cultivator.

"Why didn't the second sister tell me?"

"Isn't it because you are afraid that your self-confidence will be frustrated?"

"So it is."

When Ruqin recovered from his injury, Yuheng was stolen. Although Jinniang had never pretended to be Xunfang in this life, Yuheng was still stolen. Yuheng was very important to Shao Gong, because he needed to use Yuheng Come to extract the sword spirit in the Fenji sword, so everyone embarked on the road to find Yuheng together.

Ruqin and the others went through untold hardships and dangers before entering the inner chamber of the Mausoleum of the First Emperor.

As soon as Qingxue came in, she saw many clay figurines, "Why are there so many clay figurines here?"

Hearing Qingxue ask about the mausoleum, Yue Yue was puzzled: "These are terracotta warriors, and they were buried by human beings when Qin Shihuang built the mausoleum during his lifetime."

Qingxue looked surprised: "If you die, you still need someone to accompany you. Are all the people here like this?"

"He is an emperor after all, so he must be different from the tombs of ordinary people."

Lan Sheng mischievously looked around among the terracotta warriors: "Hey, look, does his face look like a wooden face?"

Ruqin looked at Lan Sheng dotingly: "Lan Sheng, don't be naughty."

Lan Sheng patted his head in embarrassment: "Hehe... But they are all just like real people."

Seeing Lan Sheng's imminent move, Shou Ling hurriedly issued a warning: "Don't touch the things here, let's find the exit quickly."

"Oh."

"Let's go." This Lan Sheng still listened to Ling Yue's words very much.

The author has something to say: I'm sorry, it's late, I have to go back, otherwise I won't be able to go back when it gets dark, because there are no street lights in the countryside.