As expected of a cultivator, his physical fitness is very good. Even Song Waner, who has no idea of her origins, is safe and sound.
The girl lowered her eyes and carefully observed the appearance and figure of the woman in orange. She was very sure that the bride who married Chen Zexing that day was named Song Wan'er, and her figure was not much different from hers.
But the bride is the daughter of some high-ranking official, she is a mortal woman. She and the monk in the dungeon who calls himself the Eastern Region can be said to be completely different in terms of identity, and they have nothing to do with each other...
I was just testing it casually in prison, and her reaction didn't seem to be fake. There was something hidden in it...
It should be interesting...
Jiang Su curled up his lips, naturally he would strike first against anyone who wanted to compete with him for his little senior sister!
"As the saying goes, the brave will win when we meet on a narrow road..."
The girl's fingertips pressed between Song Wan'er's eyebrows, and her spiritual energy entered her body, following her meridians. She also guided her spiritual consciousness to hide around this person's sea of consciousness.
If I remember correctly, this person's cultivation level is only foundation building.
"I am now a golden elixir. It is not difficult to crush her consciousness."
The girl thought about this and without any hesitation, the huge consciousness suddenly wrapped the man's sea of consciousness tightly, strangulating and annihilating him.
"But not everyone is called Fang Zhe and can break ties."
Jiang Su's consciousness continued to compress her sea of consciousness, and Song Wan'er's expression began to show pain. Her fingertips continued to bend back, and the toes of her legs straightened, trembling lightly as they rubbed against the ground.
Leave traces of the shallow soil layer on the land.
"What's wrong with me?" A familiar male voice sounded in front of me.
"Someone is awake?!" Jiang Su was shocked.
No, most of Jiang Su's consciousness is in Song Wan'er's mind.
She barely controlled her eyelids to raise, looking for the source of the sound. It was Shen Yunyang who regained consciousness, opened his eyes in a daze and spoke.
Jiang Su's expression did not change, and she suddenly withdrew her consciousness. She felt her head hurt again, as if something was gnawing at her head, and then she couldn't control her body and fell to the ground.
She heard it again.
"Why not... pick up the chess pieces..."
Pulao, who was originally sleeping in the pile of spiritual stones in Jiang Su's storage bag, opened his eyes.
Dong Yiyi, who was contacting the sect, heard the sound and looked over, only to see that Junior Brother Shen had regained consciousness and was lying on the ground with his back stretched out, one leg pressing down on Qi Shi next to him, and one leg bent against Qi Wen's knee.
As for junior sister Jiang Su, she looked exhausted and fainted on the side.
"Su Su!" Dong Yiyi immediately stood up anxiously and squatted beside Jiang Su.
A clear young voice came from the other end of the transmission talisman: "What happened! We will cross the forest soon!"
The color of the transmission note returns to dim.
Dong Yiyi rummaged around in the storage bag on her waist looking for the spiritual elixir, but she was not satisfied. She forgot for a moment that she had used all the elixirs for the dungeon battle at night.
Now, all she has left in her storage bag are empty glass bottles of various colors, all from Jiang Su.
"Oops..." Dong Yiyi hurriedly groped in Jiang Su's sleeves again, "Su Su's sleeves should have put a lot of pills."
So the next moment, Dong Yiyi was like pulling out coal, and he took out from the broad sleeves of the girl in green, a red glass bottle + 3, a green glass bottle + 2, a pottery bottle + 17, a white jade bottle + 14, and a simple wooden box + 233,
And a small and inconspicuous rosewood box +1.
"..."
Shen Yunyang on the side was already able to walk independently, completely unaware that all this happened because of him.
He swayed left and right and walked to Dong Yiyi's side, squatted down and pointed at the small rosewood box and affirmed: "This thing definitely does not contain a spiritual elixir, rule it out."
As he spoke, he casually pulled the wooden box aside, and helped Dong Yiyi open the numerous glass bottles one by one, putting his nose to the mouth of the bottle to smell.
The elixirs refined by Jiang Su always have a bamboo fragrance, which is refreshing and bland. If you don't smell it carefully, you can hardly smell it.
These "regular customers" always took the spirit-storing elixir she refined. In the end, they discovered that this spirit-storing elixir had the strongest fragrance of bamboo among all the elixirs Jiang Su had made. A bunch of swordsmen were sweating profusely after the fight. They got together and even compared each other to see whose elixir had the most fragrant fragrance.
They suspected that Jiang Su had added spiritual bamboo to it.
Otherwise, why did she plant a large area of precious spiritual bamboo in the back mountain? The little junior sister has a kind heart and a bodhisattva heart. She must have added it to the cheapest spiritual storage pill to benefit us!
Shen Yunyang believed so too!
But Jiang Su never needs to smell the elixir when looking for it. A medical practitioner like her has extraordinary abilities.
That is, being able to accurately classify among crimson, magenta, peach, crabapple, silver, vermilion, maroon, bright red, and blush and distinguish which color contains which medicine.
This is why, every time Jiang Su can take a look at a pile of red and blue glass bottles and know which incense to use and what poison to use.
The medical practitioners themselves have not realized this yet. They always think that others are too stupid and have no eyesight. They have told the color and name of the medicine and still cannot find which one is which.
Sometimes they feel that the monks next to them are illiterate.
Dong Yiyi sat on the floor, put his legs under the neck of his junior sister, and let her rest on his thigh.
Immediately afterwards, he and Shen Yunyang were busy together, overwhelmed... smelling.
That's right, she couldn't tell the difference in color either.
After five breaths.
A monk, also dressed in green, wielded his sword in the air above a few people, and instantly landed next to them. Then, a bunch of monks, both male and female, large and small, fell down one after another like dumplings.
The city gate suddenly became lively.
"Hey, this is the Hongyun. It's really only in the Central Capital." The monk in green clothes looked at it.
"The emperor of the Jing Dynasty doesn't want to do it anymore, right? The old immortals around him don't want to live well either." An old man with a long and thick white beard hanging down to the ground said.
"Shh, don't say it in front of others. We are only so old in Zhongdu. If you say it at the door, they will be heard." This person has slightly white sideburns and deep peach patterns at the end of his eyes, and his appearance is still handsome. Gray-haired old man.
He was shaking a folding fan in his hand, and his demeanor was not inferior to that of the young talents of the time.
Gu Chentong, the one in green, is also the one with the highest level of cultivation among the three elders of the Shifang Sect this time. He has entered the early stage of becoming a god.
As the elder of Jianfeng, he is exactly the Uncle Gu mentioned by Dong Yiyi and others.
In order to cope with the thunder disaster in the transformation stage three years ago, Master Gu mistakenly used an elixir bought from the Northern Territory and practiced in seclusion after being promoted.
Three years is neither long nor short, and the consequence of taking the wrong elixir during his promotion is that he will look like a young child from time to time.
In addition, he was originally a genius among the mortal generation, and it only took him seventy years to become a monk in the transformation stage and became famous. Therefore, whenever he was sick, the disciples in the Shifang Sect liked to call him little master uncle. .
Today, he came to Zhongdu to deal with major matters related to demon cultivators, and he had to discuss matters with many old monsters from sects. He took the elixir that Jiang Liuliu gave him to refine in advance to avoid suddenly turning into a child.
At this time, he walked towards Dong Yiyi and the others with great momentum. The Tsing Yi clothes without any accessories showed the heirloom quality of their sword cultivators, "Poverty."
