Jiang Su couldn't help but feel sick to his stomach for a moment after hearing this man's tone.
She pushed down the sour water that came up in her esophagus and muttered in a milky voice: "Wang Jia."
"Oh~, but now that your biological parents are gone, you are left with me as your adoptive father. How about your adoptive father giving you another name?"
The Poison Judge's eyes narrowed into slits. Although there wasn't much flesh on his face, his obsessed expression made him look like a prairie dog poking his head in the ground.
Jiang Su really didn't know Wang Jia's alias. Her curiosity suddenly aroused, and she said in a nasal voice: "Yeah."
Judge Poison was even more elated now.
"Let me think about it, good girl, let me tell you. My adoptive father's surname is Yan, and my given name is Hui. Your master's wife, my surname is Yan, and my first name is Yuexi. Therefore, the people in our Lanyue Valley branch all have the surname Yan.
Entering the genealogy of the disciples.”
Jiang Su: "Fortunately, I am my father's biological child, and my surname is Jiang!"
"What are you doing... You are a little girl, so you must sound nicer. If you record it on the music score, future generations will recite it more often."
Judge Poison slowed down, lifted the doll from his arms, and carefully looked at her now full eyes and soft, pink face.
He subconsciously pinched her little face with his hand.
There is a feeling almost like touching tofu on the fingertips.
"So soft..."
At this time, an idea flashed in Judge Poison's mind, and he looked at her with bright eyes, and said happily: "Why don't we call her Yanxuan! The word "円" means soft and beautiful, and that's what a little girl should be like!"
As he spoke, Judge Poison gently took the little girl's hand, spread her palm out, and traced the palm of her hand with his fingertips one stroke at a time.
Jiang Su frowned slightly. Given Wang Jia's current age, he probably wouldn't be able to recognize the strokes and meaning of this character.
But Jiang Su knows him!
The word "円" has the same pronunciation as the word "soft". Isn't this the little senior sister's natal magic weapon, the "円" of the black sword?!!
Thinking of this, Jiang Su missed her little senior sister even more.
She always felt that every moment when the little senior sister was not around, she seemed to be able to think of the little senior sister herself from the things around her.
That elegant swordsman in white clothes...
The one who holds a sharp blade but is compassionate... the little senior sister.
…
Time flies by like a white horse.
It has been five years since Jiang Su was brought to Lanyue Valley by Yan Hui.
In the past five years, in order to maintain Wang Jia's character and image, as well as Tao!
She actually took the wooden sword in the warehouse and learned the sword technique from the old and scattered sword manuals. At first she didn't want to, after all, she had been a medical practitioner for more than ten years, sitting in front of the alchemy furnace and playing with medicinal materials all day long.
Reading medical books will make your life easier.
But...she has to be Wang Jia! What if it doesn't match the reality? This environment is still a secret realm or something, and it just collapses? How can we fix it?!
Moreover, Jiang Su did not delay his medical skills.
What Judge Poison said earlier in the Luohan Hall of Zhenmo Temple was true. His father, Jiang Shuiliu, and his master's wife, Yan Yuexi, did come from the same medical school.
She had basically read many of the contents in medical books at home, and many of them were even identical to the medical books she had memorized before.
On the surface, she told the poison judge that she had no interest or talent in medicine and poisoning, and even deliberately blew up the furnace ten times a day to make him angry. In fact, she secretly had all the knowledge about medicine and poison in her head.
inside.
As for most of the time, she was studying swordsmanship on her own.
The sword manuals in the Lanyue Valley warehouse are all incomplete, and there is no way to connect them together into a classic book for monks to get started.
Jiang Su learned a style called Mi Ta.
Swinging the wooden sword towards the lake, she felt a little handsome.
"It's good to practice swordsmanship... It's almost time for me to sneak out of the valley and steal a master."
Yesterday, the Poison Judge called nine-year-old Wang Jia to his side and earnestly persuaded her again and again to let her learn poisoning, or even study medicine!
Unexpectedly, she refused outright!
Judge Poison finally compromised and reluctantly gave her a set of instructions for entering and exiting Lanyue Valley. He also threw an extremely exquisite storage bag to her, which contained at least 100,000 high-grade spiritual stones.
He secretly told her that she could go out of the valley to learn swordsmanship from a master and learn whatever she wanted.
So today...
A nine-year-old girl dressed in black, holding a wooden sword in her arms, embarked on the road to Wujian Sect.
"I remember that Wang Jia said at that time that her sword skills were learned from sword skills, and her wide open, close and relaxed movements were all derived from the sword skills taught by her teacher Wu Jian."
Jiang Su narrowed his eyes slightly, with a faint look of expectation on his face.
"Wu Jian Jiao, that's quite a trick! My old friend, we haven't seen each other for a long time."
Thinking of this, Jiang Su's pace gradually quickened.
Lanyue Valley is not far from the location of Wujianjiao.
They are all located near the most prosperous capital city in the Eastern Region. However, Wujian Sect is in the capital city, and Lan Yue Valley is deep in the mountains. There are obstacles that no one can find.
The name of this capital city has been changed dozens of times over the past hundred years. This is because the dynasties of Middle-earth are far away from the jurisdiction of this place. They have to fight a war every ten years, so the name of this capital city has to be changed.
Now this place is called Yecheng.
Jiang Su was holding a wooden sword that was as tall as herself. In order to achieve the essence of playing a sword cultivator, she almost never left the wooden sword for a moment.
Even the clothes are made of linen and black. They were specially made from rags found in an old warehouse by the extremely rich Poison Judge.
As soon as we entered Yecheng, the surrounding atmosphere became lively. The shops on both sides of the road were shouting at each other, and nine out of ten were selling magical artifacts.
"Take a look, take a look, the middle-grade magic weapon refined by the Jindan cultivator of Wujiang Sect! Linglong Pagoda! Today I only need twenty high-grade spiritual stones."
"The dagger made by the elder of the Wujian Sect! It can hide needles! Even more poisonous, the poison is tempered by the judge's own hands, which is rare in the world! Two hundred high-grade spiritual stones! No bargaining!"
Hearing the name of his senior brother who was trying to be someone else's cheap father, Jiang Su couldn't help but step forward and take a look.
She really doesn’t know where the Poison Judge earns his money. She only knows that he has no shortage of spiritual stones. Countless people in the world are begging to buy his poisons. They spend tens of thousands of dollars on fine clothes and food all day long.
The purchase of hundreds of thousands of high-grade spiritual stones.
Jiang Su came close to the yelling waiter, looked up and asked, "Is it really the poisoned magic weapon of the Poison Judge?"
The waiter at the shop saw that the person was a young child, or even a monk wearing rags and sackcloth and holding a sword, so he pushed her away.
"Go away, go away, sword cultivator, don't come, you don't have money to see anything. You have children, go home and find your parents. What kind of magic weapon are you looking at at such a young age? Can you afford to buy it?"
Jiang Su was suddenly pushed to the ground and sat on the ground with his buttocks full.
"..."
“It’s been a long time since I’ve been treated like this, being criticized for having no money.”