Being moody, what was decided one second may change the next.
When Jiang Su does things, even she herself cannot predict the trajectory of her behavior.
She always wants to break free from the shackles of the original book. The shackles of heaven are like the sword of Damocles hanging over her head.
"Who cares? I can save him if I want."
Jiang Su fumbled and found the futon that had been sitting on the floor according to the memory of the room's furnishings in his consciousness.
She bent down, dragged the futon, and with slow and steady steps, she groped to the wall and put the futon down, then sat down.
"Chance..."
The ancient rusty hatchet was her personal magic weapon. It had been tied around her waist since she was four years old when she could handle spiritual materials.
Cut down some bamboo, get some sap from the tree, or even the spiritual grass and spiritual plants that grow on the ground with ease.
Besides, it was given to her by the river water.
Her father, who was well versed in nonsense literature, personally spent a whole day picking it out from his family's treasure house.
Jiang Shuiliu likes to make money on weekdays, so patients who cannot give spiritual stones will take some magic weapons and precious spiritual materials in exchange and ask him to refine elixirs.
He collected a bunch of swords, guns, swords and halberds, and even a few broken swords.
He wanted to choose a magic weapon that would be handy for his daughter, but it took a little thought.
"Jiang Shuiliu doesn't know what he is doing in the Demon Realm. He and my mother haven't come back yet. I gave him away for Qu Sha. If he doesn't come back, what will I do?"
Jiang Su muttered in his heart, rummaging through his storage bag.
Do you want to say you feel distressed? No, she, Jiang Su, is a second-generation cultivator after all, so she just gave her a magic weapon.
She has many treasures in her storage bag. Among the things left by her parents, there are also many swords. She can always pick one out and use it.
"This one is a bit long...sword? No, it can't be used for a long time, and it can't become a poor swordsman."
"This shape is...a machete? It's almost bent into mosquito coils. It's not easy to use force to cut down trees and grass. It's inconvenient and inconvenient."
"...Why are there so many straps? I have a Qingsi, which is enough for tying up medicinal materials or people."
"The dagger, don't, don't, don't, it's too small, and it doesn't look good. I'm not that Xiao Shiyu guy..."
"Bola? That's stupid."
"A spear? It can also be retracted and retracted??? What's the use? What's the use of my father keeping this thing as a medical repairman?!"
Jiang Su simply took out the area where the weapons were stored in the storage bag and threw them in front of him.
"I remember that Fang Zhe also robbed a lot of magic weapons from the treasury in Zhongdu..."
She lay on her stomach and touched each weapon with her hands, judging the general shape and use of these things based on the feel.
"Eh? This is a double-edged sword?"
The magic weapon in Jiang Su's hand was shaped like a wooden stick, with a total length of three feet. When it stood upright on the ground, it could just serve as her blind stick. When Jiang Su injected spiritual power into the magic weapon, both hands could actually move from the wooden stick.
Use both sides of the stick to pull it apart.
There is a silver pattern in the middle of the stick, and the stick is split along the silver pattern.
When the left and right halves of the stick were separated, there was a sound of fighting, and the blade was actually hidden in the two opposing sticks.
This magical weapon was combined into a stick and divided into two short knives. The length of each blade was almost the same as her arm.
"The dog-beating stick has double blades inside? It's quite exquisite."
Jiang Su's fingers rubbed the lines on the wooden handle. If the stick was not separated, the fine wood carvings all over its body would look like an expensive stick-shaped magic weapon.
"That's it. It can also be used as a blind stick. It's weird and interesting."
"Choose a name..."
"Hmm...two...double blades...trouble."
"One is Yin and the other is Yang. Since it has the deep meaning of Tai Chi Fish, let's call it Pisces. I can't think of anything else."
The girl nodded slightly in satisfaction.
Jiang Su groped for the silver pattern inlaid in the middle of the wooden stick and pulled it hard. She casually put one of the double blades beside her, held the wooden handle with the other hand, and the blade rushed towards her.
The girl in green clothes sat leaning against the wall with her eyes closed. She untied her belt with one hand and held the single blade tightly with the other hand.
His left hand peeled off the bundle of his cassock like peeling an onion, and his cold fingertips touched the smooth skin.
She could clearly judge which rib her hand had touched, and followed the rib arch to the lower edge of the sternum.
The next moment, the blade penetrated the skin, cutting open her delicate flesh, exposing her stomach to the air.
"It looks cool to eat the spiritual materials... but it's really inconvenient to make elixirs... The soul of the Sixth Transformer Furnace has now entered the little golden baby, and I can't force it out. It's a pity... a first-grade magic weapon.
"
Jiang Su held her stomach and pricked a small hole with her fingers. When she poked it in, she felt two things. One was cold to the touch, hard and small, and the other was small and at room temperature, with a cavity in the middle.
She accurately took out the shrunken six-turn furnace. The blood mixed with the outline of the small furnace, and her fingertips were smooth. The smell of blood went straight to her Tianling Gai, and even the blood filled her esophagus and flowed back into her mouth.
“The taste is too strong…”
The girl frowned, cold sweat continued to flow from her forehead, and her pale complexion looked even more frail. She had not been sick for a long time, and the crazy things that hurt her body seemed to be less frequent.
She "replaced" her stomach back to its original position in a few strokes, but the crystal in her stomach was not disturbed at all.
That guy Shi Ren doesn't know what things are waiting for her, but she can't let him go. Fang Zhe's memories are not complete now. If he adds fuel to the fire, I'm afraid Fang Zhe's Taoist heart will be worried.
Jiang Su took out the elixir from his sleeve and swallowed two or three pills directly into the bottle.
The physical body grew back at this moment, the blood flowing out was blocked by the flesh, and the hole in the stomach bag disappeared without a trace.
Jiang Su first pinched his body to remove stains and blood all over his body. Then he placed the small six-turn furnace in front of him.
"At that time, I asked my junior sister to help me shrink this high-grade magic weapon using a formation. If I put it back now, I would still be reluctant to part with it. Forget it, it's just the size of an alchemy furnace."
She can't see her little senior sister now, and she can only see things and think about people. The six-turn furnace has little senior sister's sword spike attached to it, and now it is almost larger than the entire alchemy furnace when it falls on the ground.
"Little senior sister...why on earth are you avoiding me?"
"..."
The cold sweat on the forehead of the girl in green has been dripping, and the remaining hair on both sides only looks like it was wet, then stuck together and then dried.
She, Jiang Su, is not a fool. When she wants to see her little senior sister, she almost never encounters the same difficulties and obstacles as she does now. She has to wait for the opportunity and wait for the sect to be wiped out.
The two were clearly told to meet at the Zhenmo Temple, and the young senior sister would definitely be waiting for her at the Zhenmo Temple. How could she find Qi Da to go to the secret realm with her first?
This shows that the little senior sister is avoiding her.
He has been avoiding her since he left the sect and came to the Western Region.
Jiang Su's palms gradually clenched into fists.
"It doesn't matter, as long as the little senior sister is in good health and is not in danger, even if you don't see me..."
The girl's whispers suddenly stopped.
Her fingers turned white from the force she clenched, and the joints were obviously red, white, and pink.
"Can't."
Her murderous intent spurted out almost at this moment, all converging on the six-turn furnace in front.
"Xi Chao, how did you escape from the six-turn furnace?"
