The Heroine Loses Her Beloved

Ruan Sushang was a swordsman with a cruel heart and many enemies. One day she killed someone, and before he died, the person poisoned her and cursed her to never be with the one she loved in this life. Ruan Sushang: It's so funny, who cares about dog men? I just love my sword. The next day, Ruan Sushang woke up and found that she had lost all her cultivation and became a mortal. What was even more frightening was that she came to a strange world where there was no spiritual energy, no magic, no immortal cultivators, and everyone was just mortal flesh and bones. The most important thing is that her sword is missing. Ruan Sushang: ... When I go back, I must dig out that Gu Master and kill him. Ruan Sushang also has an identity in this mortal world. He is known as the thirteenth generation temple master of Qingyun Mountain Bailong Temple, Taoist Buxuzi, and is a closed disciple. Ruan Sushang thinks it is okay, at least he is a closed disciple. One day, my senior brother said: Small merchants, it's getting dark, go and close the shop. Ruan Sushang was in disbelief: I am a closed disciple. Senior Brother: Yes, closed disciple. Ruan Sushang:...... Then Ruan Sushang discovered that the so-called White Dragon Temple was just a ruined temple, and their three masters and apprentices were charlatan sorcerers who were often chased by the host and the government. Later, they were beaten back by Ruan Suchang. Although she did not have a sword, her force value was still online. She could hurt people by picking flowers and flying leaves. Ruan Sushang decisively took over the position of the 14th generation master of Bailong Temple. Master Buxuzi said tremblingly: You are deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors... Ruan Sushang didn't care: Yes, how about it? Bu Xuzi: Well done! Ruan Sushang not only has a high level of force, but can also draw talismans, make alchemy, and catch ghosts. Under her leadership, Bailongguan became bigger and stronger, and soon became a local hegemon. One day later, the palace suddenly announced a notice saying that the king of Southern Xinjiang was suffering from a strange disease. He invited talented people and strangers from all over the world to cure the disease. If he could be cured, he would be rewarded with tens of thousands of gold and be granted the title of prince. For a time, charlatans from all walks of life flocked to the capital, including Master and Disciple Ruan Sushang. On the day of treatment, Ruan Sushang finally saw the legendary King of Southern Xinjiang. There was an old sword tassel hanging on his waist, which looked very familiar. Ruan Sushang:? Isn't that the sword spike that I made with my own hands? Shang Bai: Nice to meet you. This is the sword spike my master made for me. Does it look good? The king of Southern Xinjiang, Shangbai, was my younger brother and the youngest son of the Queen Mother. He was as handsome as jade, with outstanding grace and civil and military talents. The entire southern Xinjiang was his fiefdom. But Shang Bai was suffering from a disease. Every first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, he would fall into a coma. In his dream, he turned into a sword. His master was a woman. Shang Bai gradually fell in love with her, but the woman didn't know it. She only liked the sword. Shang Bai thought that if he could stay with her forever, he could even make a sword. But suddenly one day, his illness healed without medicine, which meant that he could never see his sweetheart again. Shang Bai was going crazy. Therefore, the King of Southern Xinjiang no longer fell asleep on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, but became crazy. This made the Queen Mother and the Emperor anxious, so they recruited talented alchemists and tried countless methods, but they could not fall asleep. Until one day, he saw a girl who looked exactly like his sweetheart. She stared at the sword spike around Shang Bai's waist without taking her eyes away. Shang Bai suppressed the excitement in his heart, held the trembling hand in his sleeve, stepped forward calmly, and said politely: "Nice to meet you, this is the sword spike my master knitted for me, does it look good?" 2023-11-03 Intention: I haven't decided yet