The monks who had just gathered in the courtyard had dispersed, except for the swordsman who had just gone to the pharmacy to buy medicine.
He saw Jiang Su hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Miss Jiang, can the price of my medicine be cheaper?" His voice was neither loud nor quiet, and he seemed to never care about the relationship between bargaining and face.
As expected of a sword cultivator, he has a simple nature even though he is hundreds of years old.
Jiang Su held the locust tree seeds in his hand. Hearing the sound, his eyes fell on the bald sword cultivator and swept over him.
"Do you have a place to live in the Southern Territory?" Jiang Suzhuangruo asked accidentally.
Jian Xiu shook his head violently and shook the wig on his head.
"Then why don't you stay at the medical center." He pointed to Chen Zeshen in the hall and said to the swordsman, "Follow him."
"Do some work on weekdays to pay for it."
The sword cultivator's eyes widened when he heard this, and he inhaled loudly.
"Miss Jiang..." He put the sword behind his waist, cupped his fists and saluted.
"Miss Jiang is so kind and kind, I..."
He held it in for a long time and didn't know what to say.
"You are quite nice, I..."
So, within just two breaths, Jiang Su understood what it meant to be a man who never sheds tears easily.
They don't cry, they just look at you with extremely distorted expressions.
The two brows are brought together, the ends of the brows are pressed down, and the upper and lower eyelids are squeezed toward the middle. It is said that the eyes are squinted, and it looks a bit like closed flesh. The mouth is split on the left and right but is pursed again.
"Why does it look so much like bitter melon?" Jiang Su said to himself.
"What bitter melon?" Chen Zeshen walked over from behind this man and looked at the two of them curiously.
He heard Jiang Su's words. It seemed that he would live here before Huaiying recovered. And besides himself, this medical center would also have this dear friend as a temporary resident.
Jiang Su glanced back at him, then turned his gaze to Jian Xiu's bitter face, and pointed to the rooms on the left after entering from Yusu Hall.
"That's a place specially designed for patients to stay temporarily. But there's no one there right now, so just go and pick a room there."
After saying this, the girl suddenly smiled slyly, raised her chin slightly and said, "If you two are willing to live together, that's no problem."
whee.
"The people in the medical center don't have much communication with you on weekdays. Apart from refining elixirs, they are also busy seeing doctors or copying prescriptions, so..."
"Don't worry, Miss Jiang! We won't care! Having a place to live is enough for me!"
The bald sword cultivator said very contentedly.
Jiang Su shook his head and pointed at the green smoke rising slowly behind the pharmacy.
"I'm afraid you'll disturb them. If these alchemy cultivators are affected and slow down in refining their alchemy, you will have to bear the loss of spiritual stones."
The girl looked at Chen Zeshen with unclear meaning.
I want to see what you, Chen Zeshen, want to do when you come to my place, just to plant a tree?
Only a fool would believe it.
The sword cultivator made his intention clear and said categorically: "Absolutely not! Don't worry, Miss Jiang!"
Jiang Su didn't say anything more and walked directly towards the wall on the right side of Yusu Hall.
"Immortal Lord, I need to learn how to care for flowers and plants with Miss Jiang, so I'll excuse you now." Chen Zeshen was polite and thoughtful, clasping his fists and fluttering his sleeves, and caught up with him in a few steps.
Just wait and see what happens.
Jiang Su skillfully took out a pottery jar from the storage bag. The pottery jar was deep and large, about the size of kimchi. There were some neat holes at the bottom of the jar.
She held the storage bag in her hand again, with the mouth of the bag facing the large vat.
"Puff——"
Black soil poured out continuously from Jiang Su's storage bag. When it covered about one-third of the area, she scattered the locust tree seeds and threw them in.
Later, the black soil covered and buried it again, and finally the entire half-person-high pottery jar was filled.
Smelling the unique smell of black soil, Jiang Su turned away, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.
He turned around and said to Chen Zeshen, "Okay."
"That's good???" Chen Zeshen stepped forward and gently poked the soil in the jar with the head of the folding fan.
The soil is dark in color and soft, filled with looming spiritual power.
"Where did this black soil come from? Why did you put so much in your storage bag?"
Jiang Su glanced at him and asked instead of answering: "When you came here, wasn't there black soil in the flower pot?"
It means that if you can do it, I can do it too.
"I bought that black soil at a high price from Yan Kuan Trading Company in Zhongdu. At that time, they asked me for three hundred taels of high-grade spiritual stones."
Chen Zeshen's face showed a hint of heartache. Although he was well-known and usually dressed as a wealthy man, the young master who was born in a concubine could not spend money like water.
What's more, his past has nothing to do with the Zhongming Dingshi House.
Jiang Su deliberately joked: "Oh, if you have a chance to go to the Eastern Region in the future, just find a hilltop in the north and go down with a few shovels, it's all there."
"So why did you go to the East Region and put soil into the storage bag?"
"……Leave me alone?"
After saying a few words, Jiang Su turned around and left. She came here today just to see the general situation of Yusu Hall.
She is in charge of the medical clinic and Xiao Shiyu is in charge of the pharmacy.
As she walked out, she looked at the forms of pill cultivation pills in the pharmacy.
"Su Yutang has no internal problems. If you want to make a fortune, it seems... there are only external problems."
"What external problem?" Chen Zeshen just arrived, and he didn't know much about Hongfeng Town.
"Why are you following me?" Jiang Su stopped at the door and turned to ask him. He crossed his arms and his eyes were full of disgust.
All he needs is the pen to write "stay away from me" on his face.
Chen Zeshen smiled, his face looked like spring in April, and his peach blossoms under his eyes were so charming.
Jiang Suye looked at him with a smile, her lips parted lightly:
"City Master Chen, are there any survivors of the Chen family?"
Chen Zeshen's face instantly stiffened, and he was smiling. He opened the folding fan in his hand with a "swipe" sound, and eight long needles fell into his hand.
He brought the long needle to Jiang Su's hand.
"Of course..."
"No one is left."
"..."
A drunkard who kills people with a borrowed knife does not care about drinking.
This dark landmine man's routine goes far enough. Chu Linying of Zhongdu conspired with the emperor's royal family to achieve the purpose of banning spirits in Zhongdu under the guise of this person.
And he also used the hands of these people to eradicate the entire Chen family.
Both sides use each other, tacitly understanding each other to get what they need... there's something about it.
No! Chen Zeshen is not using each other with the royal family! There should be some power behind him! Similar to Song Wan'er!
A force that can allow mortals who are ignorant of spiritual knowledge to embark on the path of immortality...
"Does the organization behind you have many people?" Jiang Su subconsciously touched his chin with his hand and asked bluntly.
She did not take the long needle in Chen Zeshen's hand.
Chen Zeshen seemed to be stunned, then raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "Miss Jiang is so brave, she would ask me such a question directly."
He no longer clung to the long needle in his hand, and simply let it fall to the ground.
The moment the long needles landed, Su Su suddenly flew out and chopped all the long needles into pieces, causing dust to fall to the ground.