Chapter 385: Sword Cultivator? A means of making a living?
Dong Yiyi saw the dazzling array of magic weapons and artifacts in the storage bag, and his eyes also shone with shock that belonged to the sword cultivator himself.
Although she is now Dong Yiyi, a branch of the Dong family, it can be said that the Dong family's Yan Kuan Trading Company has nothing to do with her.
What you receive every year is the dividends accumulated from the shop as a branch of the Dong family over the years.
If she were the adopted daughter of Judge Poison...
Judge Poison had a lot of treasures, and he had given them to her, but they were all elixirs and magical instruments related to poisons.
She has no use for it?! She is an upright swordsman, what kind of poison does she do? To win by poisoning, does she want to lose her Taoism???
She can only find a place to sell these things. But the magical artifacts and books are not good enough, she can't sell them, they are inheritance items.
Although Judge Poison is not upright, as an evil cultivator one could even say that he is despicable, like a rat in the gutter.
but……
He was really nice to Wang Jia.
He himself is the descendant of Lanyue Valley, and his surname is Yanhui.
From the moment Wang Jia was taken out of the village as a survivor, Yan Hui told her.
"Don't be blinded by hatred. At this time, it is your blood feud. From now on, it will be a blood pit that you can easily pass through."
"Revenge is not difficult, but it is difficult to live after a great revenge is avenged. You must have yourself in your heart."
Xiao Wangjia couldn't understand it before, but Dong Yiyi can understand it now.
"Senior Sister, these things are all preparations for us to make a fortune!!"
Jiang Su straightened her body. As a second-level businessman who knew nothing about economic management, she also had the dream of making a fortune in the world of cultivation.
"Xiao Shiyu and I and the steward of our Miaoshou Hall in Hongfeng Town are planning to make a big fortune. Things have been prepared for them now, but I don't know how they are doing."
"Look, the Dong family made a fortune from Yankuan Trading Company. If we want to fight against them, don't we have to make a fortune too?!"
"They have promised to be generous to the trading company, and we are also the whole trading company. You see, I am a medical practitioner, I can make elixirs and diagnose diseases. Fang Zhe is a sword cultivator, but he is the young master of the weapon refining sect, and his skills in refining weapons are rare in the world.
If it can be compared, Senior Sister Zhang will definitely be willing to participate. Her method of talismans is unique in the world and can be said to be superior."
"We are so patient, how can we not make money, how can we not destroy a business?"
The little girl's heart is as high as the sky, and she wants to bully the little senior sister with her little mouth. Life or death is unpredictable!
Dong Yiyi knew what a behemoth the Dong family was, and had never thought of competing with him for a third of an acre of land in business.
Not to mention...she is Wang Jia.
The real Dong Yiyi died long ago on the first day he left home to become a disciple of the Shifang Sect.
Wang Jia killed her personally, then changed her appearance and changed her voice after taking pills.
Poison Judge Yan Hui provided all the props and pills throughout the process, which can be said to be his full support. He needed some books and inheritance from Jiang Liuliu, and he wished that his adopted daughter could approach Jiangliu Liuliu for him.
"Su Su, why is it that there is no sword cultivation in your plan? We, Senior Brother Liu and Junior Brother Shen are also involved in it, so how can Junior Sister favor one over the other?"
The young senior sister's teasing words were like an approval of Jiang Su's nonsense.
She didn't care whether it was feasible or not, she just felt... Susu cared about her.
Jiang Su was startled after hearing this. She was about to retort but she held back her words. She was seriously thinking about why she was not counted as a sword cultivator.
"..."
"Senior Sister, do sword cultivators have any means of making a living and making money?"
Dong Yiyi thought for a moment and then asked: "Does breaking a big stone on the chest count? And chop wood for the old man, or if nothing else... kill someone."
Then we should talk about "Is it dead" instead of "Asu Baba"...
Forget it, the sword cultivator can’t make money, so he keeps him as a mascot. Zhang Yunsheng can raise a little sweetheart Liu Yunqing with a million spiritual stones in a month, how come I, Jiang Su, can’t raise a little senior sister?!
Jiang Su regained his confidence and waited for Xiao Shiyu and Shen Qingyuan to make great achievements.
"Senior Sister, the hallucinations and emotional changes caused by your cold water poison...have reached such a stage now."
The girl's face suddenly darkened. This was the key to this conversation.
Zhang Yunsheng wanted to deny it, but... Jiang Su had already tasted the poison pill. With her talent and ability, her knowledge of poison must be better than that of the patient herself.
This medicine was developed by her adoptive father. Whether she was poisoned by blocking the sword or subsequently living in Jiang Su's courtyard, it was all done under the secret instructions of the Poison Judge.
That day in the Arhat Hall, Judge Poison saw that Jiang Su and Wang Jia had such a good relationship, and the secret joy in his heart almost grew wings and flew to his face.
He wants the inheritance from his junior uncle! He doesn’t have to leave the house, his adopted daughter will bring his junior sister in!
He is going to be done!
"Actually... there are not many illusions. Whenever my consciousness gradually becomes trance-like, as long as I meditate calmly and practice, I won't be affected by it."
"It's said that there will be some changes in the state of mind."
Wang Jia knew in his heart that Yan Hui could give him the antidote, but he had been using himself, so how could he directly deliver the antidote before receiving the inheritance?
Yan Hui never admitted directly whether he had found the person sent to assassinate Jiang Su. He just said implicitly, "Good girl, the opportunity has come."
Wang Jia originally wanted to get close to Jiang Su and had no objection to this.
"What's the change in your mood? Little senior sister, are you mentally disturbed?"
Jiang Su was immediately worried when she heard this. She had never noticed the impact of cold water poison on people's mental state. This was her mistake.
Even if she used a small amount of medicinal powder herself, she would have doubts, and her long-term illness would almost relapse, let alone the young senior sister who had been poisoned for two or three years.
She now recalled the details of her past interactions with the little senior sister, and she always felt that the little senior sister had been suppressing the pain and madness in her heart.
Zhang Yunsheng smiled lightly and did not respond for a long time.
"Susu..."
"These are not important. The fact that I can control myself is that the effect of this poison has weakened on me."
She didn't want to talk about her suffering.
Jiang Su clenched his fists and his heart skipped a beat.
Refining elixirs! You must refining elixirs! It is useless to say more. The past has become the past, and it is just adding sorrow to the present!
"Senior Sister, I want to continue studying Poison Pill!"
The girl in green's voice was low, and the gloomy expression on her face revealed that she was about to explode with emotions at this moment.
Zhang Yunsheng didn't stop her.
She understands.
The girl in green clothes walked into this house, and the door was closed and locked.
Take the futon from the storage bag, put it away at will, and sit on the floor.
She took out the elixir that had been carefully put away in her sleeve again, her expression indifferent and dazed.
Take the elixir with a knife and put paper, pen and ink in one hand.
The first time she tasted the Poison Pill, she had already analyzed two medicinal materials. Now when she tasted it again, she wanted to analyze more of the constituent spiritual materials through taste.
She wet her fingers with water and cold poisonous powder.
Once, it was like falling into an icy abyss, and the pain was excruciating.
Twice, the consciousness struggled under the ice.
Three times, my spiritual consciousness wandered over the snow-capped mountains.
Four times…
…
Eleven times...
After two hours, the ink in her pen dried and the words were clear.
