Jiang Su put the minced meat and bones on the ground into the small pottery jar found in the storage bag. I'm wondering if the taste of rhubarb has been bland recently.
"Otherwise, it's bitter?"
The girl tilted her head and moved her muscles a few times, then turned around and picked up the old and worn book again. Now this book has been affected by the "war" just now, and it is more like a puzzle.
Although Jiang Su has removed the blood stains and restored everything to the original state, it is still difficult to understand the content of this book.
She squinted her eyes slightly, as if she noticed some changes in the previous text about "menstruation and tides", but it wasn't that the content had changed...
"It has become clearer! This passage has become clearer. Before, I could only recite this sentence from a few words, but now I can almost read the entire passage!"
She subconsciously wiped her eyes, and sure enough it was not an illusion. Then he suddenly wondered, "Why did it suddenly become clear?"
"Could it be stained with blood?"
In the novels she read in her previous life, there were always books and magic weapons that could only be used if they were stained with blood. Could this be the same way to activate them?
Without saying anything, Jiang Su skillfully scratched his index finger with his nail, and the blood on the pulp of his index finger spread evenly across the page.
next moment……
Nothing happened.
Jiang Su's brows relaxed from frowning. No, no, it doesn't matter, she knows this passage anyway.
It’s not just the moon, it’s the tides…
Jiang Su suddenly froze on the spot, muttering to himself in a low voice: "Yes... isn't the tidal co-spiritual formation its basic formation..."
She was happy, this time she pursed her lips in a quiet smile, and after a while she slightly revealed her teeth.
The girl closed the book with satisfaction, squatted down and put all the other books at her feet back to their original places step by step, then pinched them to clean herself.
The dust fell back on the books as if they had never been taken down and read.
Jiang Su hugged the old book and left the Scripture Collection Pavilion.
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"Senior Brother Shen, will this courtyard be my only residence from now on?"
Song Waner was pacing back and forth in an empty yard in Jianfeng, looking around like a little sparrow.
Shen Yunyang thought she was talking about how big the yard was, so he replied boldly: "Of course! We have a lot of empty houses in Jianfeng, but most of our brothers and sisters don't live here in order to be close to each other for the convenience of practicing swordsmanship. side."
"Our sword cultivator is all about diligent study and practice! Swinging the sword 30,000 times a day is a compulsory course, and we can also..."
Shen Yunyang couldn't help himself when talking about practicing swordsmanship. His face, which was originally upright and resolute, now beamed like a young boy.
Song Wan'er couldn't help but interrupt: "No...Senior Brother Shen, what I mean is..."
Her cheeks were slightly red, as if the words were on her lips but she was embarrassed to say them.
"What's wrong? Tell me." Shen Yunyang understood and asked her frankly.
"This yard doesn't even have a house. Where do you live...and where should I live?"
That's right, the Jianfeng Institute where Shen Yunyang brought her was empty. It's just a piece of land with no houses and no plants.
Suddenly thinking of something, Song Wan'er's eyes suddenly shone again, and she said excitedly: "Isn't this the living habits of monks? Did you build your house underground?" After that, she jumped and stepped hard again Scratching the soil beneath his feet, he tried to step on the legendary tunnel switch.
She has long heard that monks can go to heaven and escape from the earth. Now she has seen the sky. She wields a sword and travels thousands of miles a day. The cold wind blows.
But haven’t you seen Eudi yet? !
She is the eldest daughter of a cabinet minister in Zhongdu. She is always full of yearning and fantasy for life in the world of cultivation. So this kind of thinking prevented her from truly realizing Jianfeng's poverty.
This is the courtyard of Jianfeng.
Except for Shen Yunyang, most sword cultivators chose to squeeze into dormitory-like disciple rooms with everyone just because they had no money to build a house in the courtyard. He did do it to practice swordsmanship.
Four people per room.
Liu Yunqing didn't have to squeeze in with everyone because he lived in the security guard's room.
Among independent disciples, as the senior brother, he needs to watch the disciples secretly practice their swordsmanship during the third watch, teach them a few moves, cripple them and send them back to adapt to the world, and meditate at night to practice.
Sword cultivator is inwardly engaged and does not sleep.
Shen Yunyang's face was full of doubts and he asked in confusion: "What tunnel? Our Jianfeng Peak is located on a high terrain and there are too many people. We cannot build a tunnel, even if the people from Wanfa Peak want to come and try their hand at us."
Wanfa Peak is the peak where formation cultivation is located within the Shifang Sect. As the saying goes, all the laws in the world are ever-changing. If you have a compass in your hand, you will have all the laws of wealth.
The formation cultivator has money.
The smile on Song Wan'er's face instantly stiffened when she heard this, and she stared with a pair of round eyes in disbelief: "Senior Brother Shen...then you mean...there is nothing in this courtyard? Is it just like this...empty?"
As she spoke, she pointed at the surrounding open space.
Shen Yunyang answered very naturally and frankly: "Yes. Didn't you see it?"
This reply was about his questioning of Song Wan'er's eyes. He put his hands on his hips and continued very proudly: "We in Jianfeng are so poor!"
Why don't you say you are so poor...
Song Wan'er felt as if she had been struck by lightning, her whole body frozen on the ground motionless.
She thought she would endure hardship, but she didn't expect that she wouldn't even have a place to sleep. It sounds elegant to use the sky as your seat and the earth as your bed, but how is it possible?
Song Wan'er smiled awkwardly and asked: "Senior Brother Shen, I still have some silver spirit stones and other things here. I don't know if they are enough to build a house here..."
How could she believe that these monks were sleeping on the ground. She suspected that it was because she, an outsider, was staying at Shifangmen, or because Jiang Su, who was displeased with her, was causing trouble, that she was led to such a guest house.
She has money, and money can make all the difference.
The more Jiang Suruo wants me to stay away from Senior Sister Dong, the more I have to live here! Senior Sister Dong is both talented and beautiful, has profound cultivation, and is kind and gentle! The most important thing is that she is extremely smart! This is what I want to learn!
The more she thought about it, the more it made sense. Song Wan'er nodded firmly and took out her money bag, which contained a lot of broken silver and spiritual stones.
She directly took out a handful of spirit stones and handed them to Shen Yunyang, saying categorically: "Senior Brother Shen, I know you must have a house here. I have money if it doesn't matter. Even if you don't give me a place to live, please give me what I need and I will build it myself! "
Making a gesture, she placed a large handful of spirit stones into Shen Yunyang's palm.
This time it was Shen Yunyang's turn to be stunned. He first glanced at the spirit stone in his hand with a surprised look, and then looked at Song Wan'er deeply with an inexplicable look.
There were inexplicable emotions hidden in his eyes.
He suddenly turned around and ran away suddenly, shouting as he ran: "Don't worry, Miss Song, my brothers and I will build your house for you before tonight!!!"
He was still thinking in his mind: "Miss Song is such a good person. She asked us to build a house and she was willing to spend ten yuan of high-grade spiritual stones. This is really... enough for each person to maintain his wife's sword twice. Wuwuwuwu."
