"No, Black Water Flower. Have you heard about the whereabouts of the Qingyang Tree Bark? Although this thing is equally precious, it is just a spiritual tree that has been transformed from an ordinary tree. You have been in the Eastern Region for a long time, so you should know something about it.
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Wang Jia held a palm-sized whetstone in his hand, sat cross-legged on the ground, and carefully polished the small gaps in the blade.
"No."
"No...good girl, aren't you very famous in the Eastern Region? I can hear about your killing three golden elixirs with one sword without even going out in Lanyue Valley. Why don't you know anything? Is it possible?
People in the Eastern Region are all crazy, and they don’t know anything about it?”
"..."
At this moment, Wang Jia's voice suddenly became thinner. Although it was still indifferent, it was very different from before.
"Father, I want to kill the young master of Wujian Cult."
There was a fierce look in her eyes, as if a hungry wolf was staring at the wolf king of another group of wolves on the grassland.
Judge Poison was holding a pen and dipping it in ink, holding his stomach and carefully writing on the paper. Hearing these words, he was slightly startled.
Turn around.
He squinted his eyes slightly, his expression sinister and sharp,
He curled his lips in a bad way and said with a smile: "Hey, my good girl, when did you end up falling out with that murderer?"
He slowly put down his pen, his eyes full of anger.
"The God of Crazy Sword Killing...the young master of Wujiang Sect, Fang Zhe. My junior sister has a really good relationship with him."
Wang Jia suddenly raised his eyes and stared at Judge Du, his face darkening.
"However, you and him can be regarded as old acquaintances. Whether we are in the Eastern Region or the Southern Region, I think the way you look at him seems to be more cruel than the way you look at your enemy."
Judge Poison patted his swollen belly and smiled half-heartedly, "Good girl, you must remember clearly who you are now. Don't do anything unlike her for your own selfish desires."
"There are only six days left. When everything passes, if you are willing to let go, you can always be the White Sword Ghost of the East Region, Wang Jia. If you are not willing to let go, then you are willing to always be the abandoned daughter of the Dong family.
Can."
"Or...change another identity."
Judge Poison said with unclear meaning: "Anyway, you have met my junior sister... for the first time countless times, haven't you?"
Wang Jiajian's hand tightened, and the speed of sharpening the knife with the other hand increased.
"Hey, good girl, I already told you that the knife should be sharpened on a stone, not the sword in your hand and scraped with a stone! With the way you take care of the sword, only Tingyu can handle it!"
Judge Poison felt heavy in his heart when he saw Wang Jia's dull look.
At the beginning, he specially found a child with the most talent in poisonous ways, and wanted to adopt him as his adopted daughter and be his successor to the next generation of Moon Valley.
As a result, this little girl picked up a high-grade sword out of nowhere. It had its own sword spirit and could change its color. From then on, she decided not to do poison cultivation but sword cultivation!
Thinking of this incident, Judge Poison became angry.
At that time, he treated Wang Jiazhen as well as his master treated him. He even picked out his clothes, food and clothes, and his calligraphy and etiquette were perfect.
I thought I could raise a Poison King from the Poison Judge, but ended up becoming a Sword King.
The poison judge is also open-minded. I think you are good at wielding a sword, so you must be a little bit good at my poison way. Not to mention proficient, at least you can pass on most of my skills by refining pills and making poisons, which is enough to support yourself.
As a result, Wang Jia did not learn poison Taoism and changed the formation, and he did not read the formation method in medicine.
"Why do you, a sword cultivator, learn formations? Within a Tao, there is only one mind, and within a Tao, the mind transforms all things. With two completely opposite Tao hearts, in the end you can only master one between the two. Otherwise, your spiritual consciousness will collapse and the Tao will be destroyed.
Hearts collide and break."
The girl in black gripped the formation book tightly and refused to put down her sword.
"I want to kill people, I want revenge, I want to make the entire Sword Sect unite, blood will flow like a river, and a hundred swords will cry out!"
The past flows away like water.
"If you don't know, then you don't know. By the way, have you heard of White Bone Lotus?" Judge Poison seemed unwilling to give up.
He is also a monk who likes to stay behind closed doors and stay away from people. Collecting spiritual materials is a nightmare for him.
As soon as I go out, I want to chop up everyone around me and use it as medicine.
Wang Jia took a long breath and looked at him indifferently: "No."
"..."
"Hurry up, hurry up, go and accompany your little junior sister, my good junior sister! Don't get in my way here."
Judge Poison turned around angrily and picked up his pen to continue writing.
"Hey, there's one more thing. Did she refine the Fire Bamboo Pill for you? Is there any left?"
Wang Jiadi paused slightly when she turned around. After a moment, she replied: "No."
Judge Poison was completely impatient and quickly pushed Wang Jia away with his hand, "Gungungun. You have nothing. I raised you for nothing. You are just a white-eyed wolf."
His curses came one after another.
The monk in black closed the door and hid in the darkness.
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A residential house in Luolan City.
In the courtyard, on a stone table under a tree, a monk in red and a girl in green sit across from each other.
Fang Zhe was holding needles, threads and knives made of special materials in his hands, and was modifying the Marie Suva dress that Jiang Su had worn before.
Jiang Suze was holding the water cold poison he had exchanged from the Poison Judge and was studying the composition of the poison.
Next to the two of them was Jiang Su's alchemy furnace, with Mr. Lao Shen sitting on the furnace lid.
The glass bottle given by Judge Poison contained a complete pill, which was white and round, like a pearl.
Jiang Su could not see the color of the elixir and could only rely on his sense of smell to distinguish the smell of the elixir.
"Spicy...it takes away the lungs. Is this medicine white?"
"Fang Zhe, look, this thing is white, isn't it?"
Hearing this, the monk in red quietly stopped the long needle in his hand and looked at the elixir in the girl's hand.
"White, pearl."
White, like pearls.
"So that's it...the cold water poison is white...it travels through the lung meridian. It has divergent properties but also has extremely cold properties. It is yang on the outside and yin on the inside."
"Judge Poison... Haha, he is indeed a master of Poison Dao. He really deserves his name."
Jiang Su has always been generous in praising true experts. She practiced medicine, and Yu studied the medical elixir books of the past and present, and he was able to discover how sophisticated the thinking of the person who wrote them was.
"White...wait."
"Could it be that White Poison was also developed by Poison Judge?"
Thinking of this, Jiang Su suddenly sat up straight and clenched the poison pill excitedly. She murmured to herself:
"Previously, the old demon cultivator in Zhongdu said that the white poison he gave to Prince Ning and Li Ya was made by himself, but as a self-made monk with no inheritance, it is impossible for him to come up with such an exquisite poison."
"If the white poison comes from Poison Judge... He said at the Taoist seminar today that he has learned nothing from studying demonic energy for hundreds of years. This is not credible."
"It can be seen from the fact that the pharmacological properties of Shuihandu pills are both yin and yang. His knowledge and understanding of poison-healing pills are far beyond those of ordinary monks."
"The white poison involves the soul of a child. The only difference between the soul of a mortal and the soul of a monk is whether there is the assistance of spiritual energy."
"Demon energy is transformed from the spiritual consciousness of monks, and white poison is also refined from the souls of mortals."
"So...can I understand demonic energy as a kind of white poison assisted by spiritual energy?!!"