Yan Yuexi's eyes narrowed slightly and she lowered her head silently.
"Are you kidding me?"
Her tone was completely different from just now, less teasing and more cold.
In this aspect, he is very similar to Jiang Su.
Jiang Su turned over the wooden sign in his hand, touched it lightly with his fingertips, and carefully felt the unevenness in his hand. This was the character "天".
"Heavenly Medicine? Or Heavenly Medicine?" She muttered in her heart.
"I don't need to tell lies to frame people, but I do hate this...Senior Brother Yan."
Jiang Su has a general interest in the matter of "recognizing relatives", and this person behaves enthusiastically and charitablely, but this is the Black Tower, the door to the Demon Realm, and which level is not closed to demon cultivators.
After all, the demonic energy is mixed with the monk's resentment, and it is only a matter of time before people's hearts change. Who knows what this person has in mind?
Yan Yuexi still didn't believe it, "Xiao Hui is my apprentice. I know his temperament best. How could he switch to the poisonous path after I leave?"
Jiang Su recalled what the Poison Judge said about his master's situation at that time. It seemed that... he was invaded by demonic energy in order to heal the demonic cultivator?
"Did you become a demon to save people?"
It doesn't sound like this person's tone.
Yan Yuexi Guizhou was silent, his eyes fell on Jiang Su's face, the light and dark in his eyes were mixed, but the deep meaning could not be seen.
She relaxed and sighed softly.
"No, is this what Xiao Hui told you?"
The female cultivator flicked her sleeves, stood up and sat at the table opposite, casually glancing at the red monk who was eating melon.
She poured herself a cup of tea, poured another cup for Jiang Su and gave it to her.
"Try it. I brought this from the Eastern Region that year. Fang Zhe should be familiar with it. This is Dongshan Beixue, and it is considered a famous tea from the Eastern Region."
The red-clothed monk's eyes were heavy. Where could there be tea that could be stored for hundreds of years? The snow in the east mountains and north was no longer the taste of the Eastern Territory back then.
But Yan Yuexi still treasures it and drinks it carefully.
Jiang Su took a small sip and pursed her lips.
"..." This tea is definitely expired.
Wait...can't this person taste it?
"I decided to become a demon on my own back then. Although the demonic energy came from the demon cultivator I was treating, I was the one who mainly asked him to give me the demonic energy and worked hard for him to initiate me."
Jiang Su's mind sank.
Another person who had some agenda and chose shortcuts and went astray.
"I was...well...I was a little impatient. After all, I have been stuck in the late stage of Yuanying, and I can't even reach the perfection of Yuanying. My junior brother who has been with me for hundreds of years has cultivated to the point of becoming a god and became a medical immortal in this world.
"
"I have thought countless times whether it is because although we have the same teacher, we have chosen different medical paths, and our inheritance of practice is also different. Is his inheritance better than mine..."
Yan Yuexi's tone was melancholy, she no longer cared about inheritance.
"You and my father learned from the same person, so what's the difference in inheritance?"
Jiang Su frowned slightly and asked about the confusion that had always been in his heart.
Yanhui sent Wang Jia to Shifangmen for the inheritance of Jiang Shuiliu. What is the difference between the two people's inheritance? It is worthy of his concern, so he doesn't waste a lot of time.
Yan Yuexi twitched the corners of her lips and said with a wry smile: "This river flows, I really don't deserve to be a father, and I didn't even tell you this."
"We are Lanyue Valley, the gate of medicine. This lineage is called Tianyi, and the inheritance still passed down to this day comes from an ancient book. We, Lanyue Valley, have been a sparse group of people for nearly a thousand years, and all of us have started to write genealogy with the surname Yan.
.Your father chose to leave the sect and join the Shifang Sect, using his original surname. I am the one who will inherit the lineage of Lan Yue Valley and Tian Yi."
Jiang Su had already made some guesses about inheritance. In the past, when she thought about her interactions with Jiang Liuliu, she felt that inheritance was a very mysterious matter. What he taught was just ordinary knowledge. Then, as she gradually grew up, she discovered something was wrong.
"The old book you are talking about is one that has fallen pages and is tattered. From time to time, a page of paper is only as big as a palm, and it falls off every time you shake it?"
Yan Yuexi was shocked: "You still dare to shake it? That's not the fallen dregs, that's the last remaining inheritance on the page?!"
Jiang Su: "..."
"You've become scum, what else can you pass on to me? It's not like you can learn something just by eating it."
Bread of knowledge, every bite brings knowledge.
Yan Yuexi's hands were trembling, and she could hardly hold back and was on the verge of having a seizure. However, considering that this was the niece she had just met, she couldn't hit or scold her.
"Oh...it's ok! As long as you hold the book in your hands and flip through a few pages, the scum will be sucked into your stomach, and you can learn the corresponding content! This, this, this...the reason for this is inheritance.
The dregs that individuals inhale are different! So the direction of enlightenment is different!”
Jiang Su: "..."
"Aren't you kidding me?"
Yan Yuexi waved her hand seriously, "Absolutely impossible."
Jiang Su was silent for a moment, hesitated to speak, and finally thought about it: "What's the content of the book?"
"It's also an inheritance. We are inheriting the five senses. What we read is counted as smell when we inhale it. It is the smell of books."
God steps on the horse and inherits the fragrance of books.
So I’m considered passed down?
"Looking at it now, your father's team is really powerful. He ascended to the throne early, and you turned into a god at the age of fifteen, which is really... enviable."
Yan Yuexi only smiled faintly, with no jealousy on his face.
Jiang Su thought about the contents of the old book, and it was clear that they were all forbidden spells. They either wanted the flesh and blood of the monks and wielded the knife at him, or they wanted the bones of the monks, which they had to take apart and peel.
What is so enviable about it?
Thinking of Yan Yuexi's relieved tone, Jiang Su raised his hand and shook the wooden sign, "What is this?"
The female cultivator raised her eyebrows slightly, "Why don't you ask me what is in our half of the inheritance?"
Jiang Su's throat twitched slightly, and he leaned against the bed frame in boredom, and said lazily: "There is nothing in medicine that can be learned in a short while, and it takes three to five years to understand its true meaning.
"If it's not my chance, it's not mine. There will always be someone in this world who comes for me."
"Rather than worrying about this, let's wait until you finish talking. Fang Zhe and I will quickly figure out how to get out of the tower. I still have the Divine Thunder Tribulation... waiting to kill me."
The girl in colorful clothes was not pretending to be relaxed, her tone was full of self-deprecation.
“There is no time in life that you don’t force, just live life as it comes.”
"When you have a good rest, you will have a good rest. In your leisure, you will have leisure friends."
She followed the flow of the river and loved money from the bottom of her heart, but she had no greed. A gentleman loves money and gets it in a wise way. There are very few people in the world who can really do this.
Fang Zhe looked at the young doctor's wantonness and curled his lips.
They would get out, and she would live...
Listening to the girl in colorful clothes' chic words, Yan Yuexi felt as if there was a crack in a big blocked stone in her heart.
Climbing from the bottom of my heart to my heart, the stone pressed against my blood, dissipating most of the shadows of the past.
She will suddenly return to her original appearance, with criss-crossing veins on her face, hollow eyes that can see the blood vessels and nerves behind her, and blood veins as decoration, turning her bluish-white face into a terrifying human skin mask.
Jiang Su had no eyes and didn't know what she looked like. She also thought that this person looked similar to Wang Jia and must be a tall and handsome woman.