Jiang Su had a cold face, thinking about the evil expressions of those crooked mouths, and naturally raised the corners of his lips, narrowed his eyes, and smiled evilly at the store.
Waiter???
"Kid, your face is cramped???"
Jiang Su put away her sword and waved her sleeves at the waiter. At the same time, she poured her spiritual power into the storage bag.
Suddenly, before she could even wait for the spirit stone, she poured it out.
"Whoosh——"
A long black knife with red stripes flew from a distance and was inserted straight into the eaves of the store. The blade just caught the waiter's neck.
Jiang Su sniffed lightly with the tip of her nose and noticed a familiar scent. Her hand that took out the money froze and she looked back.
The eyebrows are sparse and bright, and the eyes are full of snow in the night.
A monk was wearing a red robe embroidered with gold patterns, a gold crown on his head, and gold silk around his waist. He was nine feet tall, with a strong body and steady steps. He was walking slowly towards her.
"..."
Isn’t this... the long hair version of the square fold?!!
The red-clothed monk walked up to Jiang Su and stared closely at the monk whose neck was stuck with his own knife. He asked in a cold voice: "You said that your magical weapon was refined by the elders of Wujian Sect?"
He took the magic weapon from the man's hand, carefully scanned every inch of the pattern, and even bumped the weight with his hand.
Then he glanced at the waiter again and said in a cold voice: "The workmanship is rough, the place where the spirit is hidden, and the formation is blurry. It is simply a piece of trash. Which elder of the Infernal Sect you are talking about, tell me his name."
The waiter's legs had been trembling for a long time. Now that he was staring at him and asking questions, he hesitated and did not dare to speak.
"Did not say?"
The red-clothed monk slowly raised his hand, and the knife inserted into the door frame began to shake slightly, and flew back to his hand with a "swish" sound.
"I say! I say!" The waiter suddenly knelt on the ground, and the magic weapon in his hand also fell to the ground. He bowed and trembled and said: "No...it's not refined by the elders of your sect, it's just from your sect.
A foundation-building disciple, he was lucky enough to refine a middle-grade magic weapon. I only looked at the standard of this magic weapon, so I gave it a high name and sold it at a high price. Young Master...please spare us, we have realized our mistake."
After saying this, the waiter started to kowtow to Fang Zhe.
Seeing this scene, Jiang Su suddenly remembered his cheap parents who had died long ago when he first entered this strange world.
At that time... her mother kowtowed to beg a monk like this...
"That's right... Wang Jia still has a grudge against him. I almost forgot about it. Before I came here, the Qi family was about to be wiped out. I don't know what's going on outside now that five years have passed."
Jiang Su lowered her eyes. She was very real this day here. She seemed to be living as a real Wang Jia.
If she hadn't remembered clearly that she was Jiang Su and was full of medical knowledge, she would have been easily deceived and passed away.
Throughout the ages, not only many monks have been trapped in the mysterious fantasy world, lost their Taoist mind, unable to extricate themselves, and fell into it after their life span was over.
"How are you?" The voice of an old friend suddenly came to my ears.
Jiang Su looked back at the past and naturally replied: "Of course it's okay."
Suddenly remembering that she was now the Sword Cultivator Wang Jia, she held her sword again, bowed slightly and said, "Thank you for your help."
Fang Zhe's eyes were dark and deep, especially when he looked at her.
"It's okay. This person is seeking profit in the name of the elder. As the young master, I should deal with it."
Listening to this man's fluent words, Jiang Su couldn't help but compare it with Fang Zhe, who spoke slowly and stumblingly before, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
"What's wrong?"
The red monk asked in confusion upon seeing this. He had never seen anyone he had saved with so many expressions on his face.
The next moment, Jiang Su suddenly twitched the corners of his mouth. He smiled brightly, and his voice was innocent and childlike, somewhat cute and cute: "Hey, young master, can I not go to you to teach you sword skills?"
Fang Zhe narrowed his eyes slightly, with a slight look on his face.
Jiang Su responded calmly under Shen Shi's gaze and blinked.
The appearance and dress of Wang Jia she was using now were like that of a little boy. She couldn't guess what image she had in the mind of her old friend.
"But... I really can't be afraid of Fang Zhe's face... No matter how straight-faced he is, he can't scare me!"
Fang Zhe seemed to be puzzled by this child's attitude towards him. He asked, "Why do you want to learn swordsmanship? You are carrying a sword, so you should learn swordsmanship."
Jiang Su has already thought about how he should answer if someone asks him this question.
Hearing the sound, she turned the sword, which was as tall as her body, over her shoulder, and there were stars in her eyes.
"Look! This sword is as big as mine. How can a sword cultivator not be able to wield his own sword?! I think the sword skills are good. The sword skills of Wu Jian Sect are wide open and close. You can raise your hand to swing the sword with ease. But
It can split mountains! It can shake the sea!"
"Everyone says that the sword is the weapon of a gentleman! I will be a fierce and resolute gentleman!"
"Hey, young master, you can't be the master, can you?!"
Jiang Su dressed up as a "little boy", with the corners of his red lips slightly upturned, and his eyes with a coldness and sharpness that was different from that of a child, making him look extraordinarily early and intelligent.
When she acts coquettishly, she is a girl, but when she talks about Taoism, she is a high-spirited young man.
There was something strange in Fang Zhe's heart, an inexplicable feeling of familiarity that he couldn't explain. From the first moment he saw this child, he felt as if he knew him.
"You come with me."
He faced these bright and clear eyes and could not say no.
The red-clothed monk grabbed the boy in black by the collar and carried him like a chicken. Then he disappeared into the market with his ghostly movement.
Jiang Su's throat was stuck and her face turned red. She desperately pulled on the collar under her neck, trying to find a clear breath.
"It turns out... Fang Zhe's habit of arresting people comes from here. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
"I really...cough cough cough..."
Speechless.
After two breaths.
The strength behind her neck suddenly disappeared, and the feeling of weightlessness on her body also disappeared, and she landed steadily on the ground.
"Cough cough cough!!!"
The young man in black bowed his back, beat his chest constantly, and gasped for air. Then he sat on the ground and spread his legs, "I can't stand it anymore, you almost exhausted me to death, really..."
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Jiang Su's current body is weaker than that of fifteen-year-old Jiang Su. He is a young boy who has just entered Taoism.
Fang Zhe didn't answer. He knelt down and looked at the boy who looked like a little quail, and suddenly said, "Are you a demon?"
"Ah?" Jiang Su was stunned, frowned slightly, and pouted, "What do you mean? I'm not? I'm a human being, pure human being!"
The red monk tilted his head slightly, put his hand on his chin, and thought for a moment, "Then why are you as noisy as the white geese raised in our church?"
"..."
Okay, you don't like me talking too much, right? Okay, Fang Zhe, if you wait for me to go out, I will beat your ears with the gong every day!
Knock on you!
The young boy twitched his lips, his smile not reaching his eyes, and a gloomy smoke gradually emerged around him.
Fang Zhe swept through the spiritual energy around him, and casually drew out his sword. The wind of the sword roared, blowing away the darkness around the young boy.
"Why are you poisoned by the judge's poison?"
Jiang Su stood up nonchalantly and patted the dust on his butt, "Because he is my adoptive father, and he prepared this for me to protect me. He can move as he pleases, and if I am happy, I heard that the whole body will be full of glory."
cigarette."
Hearing this, Fang Zhe's eyes suddenly lit up. He looked at the young boy expectantly and said in an extremely old-fashioned and calm tone: "You have fun."
"..."
I enjoy it.
"hehe."
Jiang Su now knows that Fang Zhe is still the same Fang Zhe. Apart from the language system in his brain, he is still the same weird person in his heart.
Jiang Su turned his back and looked around at the entire Wujian Sect building.
Unexpectedly, at the next moment, a big hand suddenly pressed on her shoulder.