"Why is he here?" Jiang Su asked confused.
This person should be secretly feeling sad and wasting time in the thatched house in the Southern Territory. Just wait until the sea of consciousness is shattered, the lifespan is exhausted, and you die quietly. This meeting actually appeared in Zhongdu's own guest room.
"Are you following me?" the girl in green said coldly.
Jiang Su pulled out the hatchet behind him to kill, blocked it in front of him, secretly took out the yellow Thousand Miles Talisman and held it in his hand.
The man in red's voice was low and hoarse, "Well, I'm looking for you."
Jiang Su's eyes rested on the broken and broken sword behind his waist, and he felt wary.
Broken heart...
Deliberately said in a cold voice: "Looking for me? You owe me the medical fee, so I won't look for you, but you actually come to me yourself?"
Fang Zhe was stunned when he heard this. He lowered his head slightly and looked at Jiang Su's face. He could hear the coldness in the tone of the person in front of him.
He felt a little frozen.
"I will hand it over." He affirmed and took a step forward.
This man was tall and full of blood. At night, he had a ghostly aura, as if he was a ghost cultivator Rakshasa crawling out of the eighteenth level of hell.
The remaining pupil light was scattered in the dark eyes, making it impossible to see what he was thinking.
The girl showed no fear and tightened her right hand on the handle of the knife.
Instead, he slightly raised the corners of his lips and said jokingly: "Then what are you doing to come to me? You can't just have a taste of dual cultivation, know the taste by eating the marrow, and travel thousands of miles to find me to beg for the dewy mandarin duck again."
This square figure is naturally handsome, with a murderous aura wrapped around his bones like knives and axes, his eyes are deep and blurred, and his thin lips are ruthless.
The innocent expression he inadvertently showed after his consciousness was damaged, coupled with his nine-foot rugged figure, made him look a bit like a Buddhist cultivator from the Demon-Suppressing Temple in the Western Regions.
Unfortunately, the smell of blood on his body was too strong, and he must have killed many people.
The moonlight filtered through the window, and the rusty hatchet in Jiang Su's hand glowed with silver. Fang Zhe noticed the caution and defensiveness of the person in front of him and hesitated for a moment.
"I want to follow you." His voice was low, and sounded lingering and tired to Jiang Su's ears.
He is like a homeless Tibetan mastiff, not one of those waiting for the new owner to nod and carry his old cardboard nest to his new home.
He is a ferocious beast.
Jiang Su had no expression on his face and replied coldly: "You seek medical treatment from me, firstly without paying the consultation fee, and secondly without my consent. There is no way I can agree to your request."
This man is Crazy Sword Fang Zhe, the great killing god from the Eastern Region. In the original work, she was a character with a ceiling of military power. Now that she is following him like this, there is no guarantee that she, Jiang Su, will not live to the end of her ten-year lifespan.
Jiang Su slowly moved his steps and walked backwards. Thirty-six tactics were the best way to go. If this person didn't leave, she would go to another inn.
"I will come back with the medical fee." The man lowered his eyebrows in thought, then suddenly spoke after a while and nodded heavily at Jiang Su.
Before the girl could react, he turned around and left through the window, as if he was afraid of something.
With a "bang" sound, the male cultivator's head hit the window frame hard again. He raised his hand to touch his head and blinked. He didn't take it seriously and disappeared by Jiang Su's window.
A downward arc has been pressed into the wooden window sill, and the concave finger prints on the window sill are clearly visible. There was also a gap in the upper edge of the window, and the broken wood residue was blown into the room by the night wind.
"...More money must be added."
In this situation, Jiang Su subconsciously touched his forehead, "It doesn't hurt, it's a pity."
She was relieved and took a long breath. The bristling hairs on her body proved that her nervousness just now was not fake.
A gentleman doesn't stand behind a dangerous wall. She doesn't care what this person will do, as long as he doesn't bother her, it's just a chance encounter.
She is not one of those bodhisattva-hearted heroines in book novels. She will be determined to save him just because of a double cultivation. The two of them stay together day and night.
Just thinking about it makes me irritated...
"Except for the little senior sister, there will be no one else who spends time with me day and night. Who else will protect me with their lives like the little senior sister?"
"Who knows what dark thoughts this person has behind his behavior."
Jiang Su looked in the east corner and took out a futon and a six-turn furnace from his storage bag.
She sat down with her back to the corner, thinking carefully about what elixirs she should refine this time. The cultivation she had gained over time, and if she didn't refine elixirs for one day, she felt like half her life was wasted.
"There are only a lot of princes and nobles in Zhongdu, and they should be old acquaintances with Chen Zeshen. However, they probably don't know that Mr. Chen is a monk and has been possessed by a demon."
"Jingui Shenqi Pills, Liuwei Dihuang Pills, Jinsuo Gujing Pills, Yougui Pills, regardless of kidney yin deficiency or kidney yang deficiency, make them first! Qibai Powder for beauty and whitening, and Hair Growth Pill, a secret recipe for hair growth, are also Let’s all practice some.”
"Spiritual materials from the world of cultivation combined with prescriptions from past lives, the effect is beyond ordinary people's decoction. It can be used by both men and women, and then... go and give them a surprise."
True to his word, "Here comes the little alchemy slave. The six-turn furnace is here to open the door." Jiang Su softly called the six-turn furnace to open the furnace.
The girl brushed her green sleeves, and various medicinal materials floated out in front of her. White peony, Atractylodes macrocephala, white morning glory, white peony, white silkworm, white peony root, white aconite, Rehmannia glutinosa, wine cornus, yam, peony bark, Poria cocos, Alisma.
Dozens of medicinal herbs emitted a green aura hovering above her head.
By pinching and counting, it turns out that the third burner at Hai hour is fire, with red flames.
Red flames leapt at the fingertips. Jiang Qu gently stretched out his index finger to touch the fire door of the six-turn furnace, and the fire was radiating. What is being refined at this time is Qibai Powder, and the seven medicinal materials corresponding to this recipe float into the furnace.
The street outside the inn was silent. Even though there were monks staying, they were meditating in the bedroom in the middle of the night. Strong or weak red light kept flashing under Jiang Su's broken windows, just like neon lights hidden in a dark room with no one watching.
The cool moonlight intertwined with the red light of the flames in the wooden window, and it went away with the wind all night.
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at dawn
Jiang Su crossed the fingers of his hands and rubbed them together, making a snapping sound. The girl straightened her body, shook her head and moved her cervical spine.
Her complexion was already pale, and she had not slept all night, let alone meditating to recuperate her energy. At this time, her clear almond eyes were filled with a hint of tiredness, and the dark blue under her eyes became more and more obvious.
The girl lowered her head and looked at the dozens of wooden boxes and glass bottles neatly stacked in front of her, showing a satisfied smile.
"Hahahahahahahaha, the king of cultivation scrolls is none other than me, Jiang Su."
"It's time to go find a place to have fun today. Is it Chen's mansion, or some kind of restaurant or flower shop." He said lightly.
She put away all the elixirs with a flick of her sleeves, gently stroked the ears of the six-turn stove, and then put the fingertips that brushed the furnace body into her mouth.
His tongue gently licked his fingertips, and his tiger teeth rubbed the thin calluses.
She opened her mouth and released her jade hand, staring intently at the rough and uneven cocoon, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if she was dissatisfied.
The next second, wind and rain hit, and the girl suddenly bit the thin cocoon with her tiger teeth. The red flesh was torn apart by the white teeth, and the bite mark turned white due to lack of blood.
She refused to give herself a break, feeling the flesh under the thin cocoon first crack a small opening, and blood dripped down the lines of her fingers. Then he tilted his head back, as if he didn't want to leave his body. During the tearing process, the red juice inevitably stained the pale lips, which is the unique lipstick of girls.
With sudden force, he stretched his arms forward and leaned back, and the thin cocoon was bitten off along with the white flesh!
She performed medical exercises, pinched secrets, and pressed her thumb on the pad of her index finger where blood was flowing and the bones were faintly visible.
Restoration decision. The index finger returned to its original state in an instant, as tender as tofu.
Jiang Su happily carried the medicine box and cover and opened the door, as if nothing had happened. His lazy appearance suggested that a person with an immortal spirit was trying to show off and deceive.
She walked down the stairs in two or three steps, only to realize that something was not right in the lobby today. It was a little too quiet.
"Why are they all looking at me..."
Jiang Su lowered his head and checked his clothes through the gap between Mi Lei.
"There was no illness last night, and there was no blood, so why were these people's eyes shining?"
Susu frowned, her intuition telling her that she was in danger...
The innkeeper walked towards Jiang Su quickly. This man had a very genuine smile on his face, and Jiang Su, who was also a half-businessman, trembled.
The rent is going to go up?
"I don't know how the little medical fairy Jiang was resting. I didn't know it was you who moved the waiter's house last night. I'm here to apologize to you." The shopkeeper held a pot of Kyoto-specific spiritual herbs in his hand and handed it to Jiang Su. at hand.
He tried to bring his face closer to Jiang Su's and looked at her expectantly.
Jiang Su: "Trachoma?"
Wait, Jiang... little medical fairy? When did I get this title?
