Jiang Ling'er touched the little snake's head guiltily, and felt a little relieved after seeing it coiled up in a ball and sleeping peacefully.
"Impossible," Xiaoxu immediately denied, "The aura on that maggot demon's body is filthy and filthy. I was born to be its nemesis. You have my aura on your body. Logically speaking, I should have been scared to hide when I saw you. No. Climb on top of you."
Jiang Ling'er frowned, "I already met you once when I didn't have you..."
"What have you encountered, that maggot demon?" Xiaoxu chewed the Ba Ling Stone and said in a disapproving tone, "That means you have been targeted long ago!"
A figure appeared in her mind, and she was speechless for a long time.
In the following days, Zhao Xingyu did not come to see her again. Jiang Ling'er practiced Yin and Yang eyes step by step, attended lectures and went to the trial room.
Such time passed so quickly, it was two years in a flash.
"One thousand four hundred and sixty-one points, junior sister is very diligent!" The management disciple in the trial room has become familiar with Jiang Ling'er's face from meeting day after day. At this moment, he is handing over the identity card that registered the scores. Give it back to her.
"Thank you for your hard work, senior brother." She smiled slightly, and the basic talisman trial that had just ended made her in a good mood.
In two years, she has learned an entire encyclopedia of basic talismans and is very comfortable in drawing the talismans on it.
The news that she was a high-level White Talisman Master soon spread throughout Fu Feng, and while she was being sought after, there were also some jealous and bitter remarks.
Jiang Ling'er ignored this. Over time, most of those people turned to sympathize with her when they saw that not only did she not have a master to teach her, but her only senior disciple also left her alone.
Her physical training did not fall behind. After realizing that the trial room was too overloaded for her, she began to strengthen her physique through some simple physical exercises every day.
Jiang Ling'er's method is to seal off the spiritual energy points and turn herself into an ordinary person. He climbed mountains a hundred times a day, carried heavy loads of water and walked across a single-plank bridge. He even bought special body-tempering medicinal materials at Zhenbaofang to strengthen his body.
Her efforts were not in vain, and now she can set foot on the tenth floor of the Black Tower.
She originally thought that this number of levels was not enough, but when she heard her senior brothers and sisters who had just entered the foundation building stage complain that she was still on the fourth or fifth floor, she felt that she could do it.
On the way to Miscellaneous Peak, Jiang Ling'er didn't forget to bring the barbecue she had prepared long ago. Yan Shu had always liked her craftsmanship.
She has been coming to this yard frequently in the past two years. After asking around, she found out that Yan Shu left for work two years ago and her return date is probably today.
Jiang Ling'er stood just a few meters away from Yan Shu's courtyard, listening to the sounds coming from inside, and slowly walked around with a smile.
"It's natural to pay back debts. Why, Junior Sister Yan won't want to default on the debt, right?"
As soon as these words came out, Jiang Ling'er was stunned for a moment, then quickly walked into the yard and opened the door.
Those people all looked at her.
Yan Shu sat blankly on the stone bench, her eyes dull, seemingly unaware that someone was talking to her around her.
"Hey, who are you? Are you here to ask for a bill?" The man who just spoke was thin and had a resentful look on his thin high eyebrows.
"Ah Shu!" Jiang Ling'er didn't answer the thin man, and quickly ran to Yan Shu and squatted down in front of Yan Shu, frowning slightly, "What's going on?"
"Tsk," the thin man sneered, staring straight at her, "You don't care what happened to her, since you are her friend, just return the spirit stone for her first!"
Next to him, a charming female cultivator half exposed her breasts and her charming eyes said, "Junior sister, this senior brother of mine is of high status and is known for his bad temper. This matter about the spirit stone..."
Jiang Ling'er's eyes were like cold pools, falling lightly on the thin male cultivator, making his heart skip a beat.
This female cultivator is really good-looking. How come I haven't heard of her before at Zaoyufeng?
In addition to the two people who spoke, there was also a strong man who had been silent. His face was full of suppressed entanglement and pain.
Yan Shu focused her eyes for a moment, then glanced at Jiang Ling'er who was squatting beside her, and her big tears fell to the ground.
"Ling'er, you, you still remember me..." She choked as she seemed to have found an outlet for her emotions.
Jiang Ling'er held her with one hand and wiped her tears with the other, "What nonsense are you talking about? How could I not remember you? Don't cry, don't cry..."
Immediately, her heart twisted into a ball. Yan Shu had always been a lively, cheerful and strong person in her heart. Now that outsiders are crying so heartbroken, then...
"Hey, wait a minute. We're not here to watch you show off and scream." Seemingly seeing Jiang Ling'er's face turn ugly, the thin male cultivator coughed quickly, with a sinister look in his eyes. , "Junior sister, why don't you go to the South Campus with me to discuss it..."
The charming female cultivator pouted her red lips and glanced angrily at Jiang Ling'er. She became angry and said, "There are three thousand spiritual stones. How can you pay them back when they look so poor?"
The thin male cultivator rubbed his hands and laughed. His eyes stayed on Jiang Ling'er's face, chest and buttocks, scanning the three areas back and forth. "Well, there are many ways!"
"Boom!" Jiang Ling'er kicked the thin man Xiu out of the wall. With his scream, he slipped from the spider web-cracked wall to the ground after a long while.
The charming female nun screamed loudly, her beautiful eyes widened, and she walked a few steps to help him up, "How dare you do it! Brother A Sheng, Brother A Sheng?" Then she put the healing pill in her hand into his mouth.
"You, wait for me!" The thin male cultivator who was replaced by Brother Asheng and was dying said with difficulty, his eyes were filled with hatred, and he was helped away by the charming female cultivator.
Only a strong man with his head lowered was left.
Jiang Ling'er ignored him, gently brushed the sweat off Yan Shu's head with both hands, and said softly: "Speak slowly, Ah Shu, I'm listening."
Yan Shu was coaxed by her for a while, and her emotions gradually calmed down. Her eyes were red, her hands were tightly grasping Jiang Ling'er's sleeves, and her whole body was shaking, "Ling'er, no one remembers me except you."
Jiang Ling'er was confused by what she said, and patiently wiped her tears, "Speak slowly, don't cry, and tell me the whole story."
Perhaps because of her soft tone, Yan Shu slowly regained her composure and her eyesight became clear, "That day after you went into seclusion, my clan called me back because my ancestor was in seclusion and there was a shortage of manpower. He knew that I had to complete my task. After that, call me back to help the clan."
"Then," she paused, her teeth chattering, "then one night, just one night, they, they all didn't remember me!"
"Don't remember you?" Jiang Linger was stunned for a moment.
Yan Shu closed her eyes tightly, with a hint of "Well, you don't remember me. My father, mother, brother... they all forgot about me!"
