Jiang Su was sitting in his study, with pen, ink, paper and inkstones on the table. He ground fine cinnabar into powder, poured some water on it and poured it into a small dish.
Cinnabar can be used as medicine.
She took out a clean brush and moistened it with cinnabar a few times. Looking at the red color on the tip of the brush, the girl couldn't help but move closer and lick it with the tip of her tongue.
Feeling the numbness on the tip of her tongue, the girl's face was a little intoxicated.
She picked up the pen and continued, she didn't need yellow talisman paper or other media.
Jiang Su carefully drew a charm on the palm of his left hand, from top to bottom, with mysterious lines covering the entire palm. Along the girl's delicate body structure and lines, the color gradually deepened.
Light pink turns to pink to dark red.
The lines down to the palm are as delicate as blood, which is particularly attractive.
"Really been waiting."
The girl squinted her eyes slightly to admire the beautiful scenery in her palm, and saw that the deep red lines suddenly disappeared, leaving no trace.
She put down her pen, walked out of the study quietly, and counted with her left hand.
This time should be at...Jianfeng.
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Before Song Wan'er could wait for Shen Yunyang to come back, she went to explore the neighbors on the left and right of her empty house. She found that although the left and right of her own house were empty, there were people living in another house three yards away.
There are two towering pine trees planted on both sides of the entrance of this courtyard. The trunks are straight, the branches are spread out, and the pine needles are sharp.
Why not plant pine trees and let them blow the breeze?
"The person who lives here must be a distinguished and elegant person."
Song Wan'er was a little curious, so she stood on tiptoe and looked through the crack in the door into the courtyard, but unfortunately she couldn't see anything.
"What are you doing?" A cold female voice came from my ear.
Song Wan'er turned around with a guilty conscience, faced this person face to face, and looked at her with wide eyes.
It's Jiang Su.
The girl in orange shouted in her heart: "It's not good...I was seen by this person..."
Jiang Su's face was expressionless, and his pair of gray eyes that were a little lighter stared at her, looking a little indifferently, but also a little too calm.
Song Wan'er felt that there was no need to explain and remained silent. However, she felt that Jiang Su was a little strange. Normally, she would have directly targeted or ridiculed herself.
Jiang Su asked in a calm tone: "This is the courtyard of the little senior sister, what are you doing here?"
Dong Yiyi has her own courtyard. She was born in the Dong family of the Southern Region, a wealthy cultivator family. Although she inevitably became a poor sword cultivator, the spiritual stones brought by her family when she came to the sect were enough to build a room.
Many sword cultivators at Jianfeng also suspected that Dong Yiyi was not a pure sword cultivator and that she might have a spiritual stone!
Song Wan'er knew how to observe words and emotions. Although she didn't show it on her face when she heard these words, she was already happy in her heart.
"It's Senior Sister Dong! Although we are three yards apart, my neighbor is Senior Sister Dong!! It's so great!!!"
The next second, Jiang Su suddenly took a step forward to meet her.
Song Wan'er frowned slightly and took half a step back at a loss.
Seeing this, Jiang Su raised the corners of her mouth, with an evil look in her brows. She continued to move forward until Song Wan'er's back was firmly pressed against the wooden door.
She stretched out her palm and pressed it against the door beside Song Wan'er's ear, trapping the official lady in her arms.
The girl in green tilted her head and said in a low voice, "Do you want to find a way out for all the women in the world?"
The green bamboo falls into the red dust, so it gives birth to evil spirits.
Song Wan'er was a little nervous. The person in front of her was full of oppression at this time, but when she heard this person's question, it was unexpected, and she was stunned for a moment.
In an instant, her face was full of seriousness, and she nodded firmly, which was completely opposite to Jiang Su's casual look.
Jiang Su asked again in bewildering words: "Then do you know why you want to fight for a way out for women? And do you know how to fight for it?"
Song Wan'er frowned and shook her head slowly.
That's right, she doesn't know.
She herself said that she was a noble person in Zhongdu, but now that she is a sect cultivating immortality, what does she care about?
Just relying on my body that has been restrained for many years and my dull heart, I am afraid that even if I live for another hundred years, I still cannot figure out what path a woman should take.
She pursues freedom, but what about the others, her sister? They can't do it...
Jiang Su was keenly aware of the emotional fluctuations of the man in front of her, and she knew that she had captured seven inches of this man.
The girl in green no longer waited for the opportunity and recited a passage she had prepared long ago:
"You were born to be a mountain, not a stream. You should stand on the top of the mountains and look down on the mediocre ravines. You were born to be a hero, not a mediocre person. You should stand on the shoulders of great men and look down on humble cowards."
"The freedom you are looking for is not because you want to do great things in this world with a weak body."
"What you pursue is equality, so that thousands of delicate flowers in the world can bloom in spring, summer, autumn and winter without any scruples."
"What you pursue is unwillingness to give in to mediocrity, and women in the world should not be confined to a deep house."
"Song Wan'er, are you clear? This is a road that cannot be walked out even if it takes thousands of years..."
Song Wan'er was in a daze, and Jiang Su's few words were like thunder from the sky hitting her, and the sound of the Buddha's decree made people tremble all over.
Her expression was dull, and her eyes were faintly red. She repeated mechanically: "Mountains...not streams...outstanding people, not mere mortals...freedom...equality...unwilling..."
"Freedom...equality...unwilling..."
At the right time, two lines of clear tears streaked down the girl's hot cheeks from the corners of her eyes.
There was a voice in her heart that kept shouting: "I found it! It's this road! I asked for it but couldn't find it. I searched hard. I thought it would take a hundred years to pave the way in a direction that I couldn't find! I found it!"
She could no longer control the grievances she felt these days. She had never suffered from hunger, she had never been looked down upon by everyone, and she had never suffered from others' tit-for-tat confrontations.
But she could endure it, and she can even more so from now on! She has found her way!
"I understand, I will use my thousands of years to pave it, and I will win this road for women in the world!"
Jiang Su smiled with satisfaction.
Words that inspired people in previous lives and injected them into the souls and beliefs of millions of people are always particularly powerful.
Song Wan'er's voice stabbed her own heart, leaving a trace of determination and destiny, and also stabbed Jiang Su's...
Palm.
At some point, the girl in green clothes held the left hand of the girl in orange clothes with her left hand, as if a pair of business giants had concluded a deal that affected the world.
The next moment, Jiang Su suddenly took out a silver dagger with his right hand, clamped Song Wan'er's left hand between his left and right hands, pulled her hard without any expectation, and stabbed straight into his heart.
Feeling the blood soaking the three intertwined hands, the girl in green smiled strangely.
Song Wan'er looked at all this in disbelief with her eyes wide open, and said in surprise: "This is...?"
A cold female voice suddenly appeared not far away, she said loudly:
"What are you doing?!!"
Jiang Su heard a familiar voice behind her, and she immediately let go of Song Wan'er's hand and let her body fall backwards.
The silver blade pierced in the chest glowed with a light that was not its own in the sunlight, hurting the eyes of everyone present.
But she thought to herself: "This is such a bright sun..."