Chapter 427: Dont know the truth or lies, break the lies to seek the truth
"Does this sword remind you of her?"
The red monk took out a bottle of elixir from his sleeve, poured a pill and put it on his fingertips. He opened the young boy's face, pinched the soft cheeks with his mouth and stuffed the elixir in.
In an instant, Jiang Su's palm returned to its original state.
The young man in white came to Jiang Su's other side, his brows full of sorrow, and he kneaded with his fingertips.
The little boy's black clothes are as clean as new.
Fang Zhe stretched out his arms and held the young boy in his arms. Feeling the cold body temperature of Jiang Su's body, he covered him with the sleeves of his wide red robe.
Xu Shuye took out a handkerchief from somewhere and found that it was black in color. He quickly threw it aside and continued to rummage through the storage bag.
Finally, the seventh handkerchief is one that has never been used.
He gently wiped away the little boy's tears and blew away the fallen eyelashes from his eyes.
"Xiaojia, don't be sad. You asked me before, what should I do if I find that everything around me is fake. I said, destroy the fake and seek the truth."
"Since you haven't decided whether it's true or false yet, why don't you wait until the time is right before you make a decision."
"Don't break your sincerity when you encounter something that is still uncertain."
The man in red smoothed the little boy's hair over and over again, as gently as stroking a kitten's fur.
The little boy in white stood aside and stared anxiously. He looked at the sword that he had spent a year refining, and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.
"It's all my fault. It's all my fault that I had to research a new sword-refining method to end up like this. Otherwise, Xiao Jia would be so happy with the new sword..."
Xu Shuye scolded himself in a low voice, frowning and looking like he was about to cry.
Fang Zhe put his hand on Xu Shuye's face and blocked his mouth and nose.
"Uh-huh, senior brother, what are you doing!!!"
"You don't need to cry, just hold it back." The man said calmly.
Xu Shuye took off the broad palms on his face and was as indignant as a little chicken, "Why do you mean I don't need to cry! The magic weapon I made myself makes others so sad, and I can't be happy either!"
“This is something that took a whole year to burn in the furnace!!!”
The little boy pouted and shook the head of his head that was being rubbed, "Fang Zhe, you are touching my hair, and my freshly combed hair is about to fall apart!"
Jiang Su regained his energy and spirit.
"Yeah, I'm not sure myself yet. Why should I make a conclusion in advance and mix Wang Jia and Little Senior Sister together."
"Besides...even if Wang Jia really and my junior sister are the same person, so what...Whoever treats me well is my junior sister. The past may be false, but the kindness my junior sister treats me is true!"
"Now that I am Wang Jia, I want to see what is the relationship between her and my junior sister in the future?! Even if two people use one sword, it is not impossible."
Jiang Su was murmuring in her mind to comfort herself. She kicked down her loose robe a few times to expose her feet. She leaned against the human stove behind with satisfaction.
Xu Shuye stepped forward and very consciously lifted up the sleeve of his senior brother's other hand, and dived in like a loach that could not be caught.
He also tugged on his senior brother's big sleeves to cover himself.
He turned his head and smiled brightly at Jiang Su, his eyebrows flashing with the innocence of a young man.
Fang Zhe just sighed helplessly.
Of course my junior brother is used to it. Of course the child he picked up is also used to it.
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Ten years have passed.
Jiang Su, also known as Wang Jia, has been in Wujian Cult for twelve years. He came here when he was nine years old and is now twenty-one years old.
It would be more than twenty years before Fang Zhe's parents gave birth to a younger sister.
Jiang Su has mastered the Wujian sword technique, and now even if he has a real sword in his hand, he can still use the same moves as a sword.
She became more and more proficient in using this black and white Yin Yang Sword.
Yesterday, she just stabbed an evil cultivator in the Eastern Region who was causing harm to the people. With a white sword, she stabbed all the evil cultivators who were eating human blood and flesh into and out of seven!
But this morning, his reputation as the White Sword Ghost King Jia spread.
The monks in black sneaked over the wall and entered the Wujian Sect. Now many disciples know that a sword cultivator from their sect came to their sect and learned their Wujian sword skills thoroughly.
I would come over from time to time to discuss and discuss with him.
As soon as Jiang Sufu landed, he bumped into something soft.
"what?!!"
Jiang Su quickly stood up and saw a man sleeping on the ground. His face was not familiar.
"Is he also a thief?"
Suddenly there were footsteps approaching, Jiang Su heard the sound and looked over.
It was Xu Shuye in white.
"Xiaojia, don't trample him to death. This is the puppet I just developed! I specially asked him to come here to pick you up!"
Jiang Su twitched the corners of his lips coldly and mocked: "Do you want him to be my meat mat or a stepping stone? Can you make something useful?"
"For example?" Xu Shuye looked at him curiously.
Being stared at by a mad scientist, Jiang Su felt like her scalp was numb.
"For example, study how to dig out the heart of a dying person and replace it with stone, so that he can gradually become half a monk. He can even ascend."
Jiang Su thought about the general physical structure of the Shixin Cult members in his memory and gave a random description.
In fact, there is only one Shixin cultist she has studied, and that is Chen Zeshen.
"I don't know what's going on with this guy now, or whether he has resurrected his master... The two brothers still owe me money."
Jiang Su murmured to himself.
"I'm researching it. Xiaojia, what you say every time is very vague. Although I also have this idea, I don't dare to attack a living person after all. The cotton wooden man on the ground can be manipulated at will!"
Xu Shuye scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed.
"If you don't dare, next time I will find a few evil cultivators who are causing harm to people, and I will save my breath and bring them over for you to use. Otherwise, with the progress of your master and Fang Zhe, I am afraid that they will already be studying the control of my spiritual consciousness.
Bar."
What Jiang Su said was angry. The listener had no intention, but the speaker had intention.
She had been secretly reminding the two brothers that there was something wrong with their master, but their feelings for Shi Ren had almost reached the point of blind worship.
Indeed, after all, Shi Ren planned for the three of them to take this accidental path in weapon refining together.
"He is good as a master, but not very good as a person, and even worse as a Taoist!"
Jiang Su cursed secretly.
Xu Shuye was hesitant, and after thinking for a long time, he made up his mind, "Well, remember to bring evil cultivators with you. It must be a scourge in the world of cultivation... Otherwise, we won't be able to become lovers, and I will feel bad if he dies."
Jiang Su waved his hand, picked up the doll Xu Shuye had made for her from the ground, and placed it on a branch of a green pine tree.
"Okay, I will definitely bring you a bad one. If I want to kill, I will kill the worst one!"
"Hey, Xiaojia, what level of cultivation have you achieved now?" he asked curiously.
Jiang Su casually handed his sword to Xu Shuye, "I'm in the middle stage of the Golden Elixir. This thing is pretty easy to level up."
"With you helping me take care of my sword, I don't know how many swordsmen in the world would have red eyes."
