The monks who had just gathered in the courtyard had dispersed, except for the swordsman who had just gone to the pharmacy to buy medicine.
He saw Jiang Su hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Miss Jiang, can the price of my medicine be cheaper?" His voice was neither loud nor quiet, and he seemed to never care about the relationship between bargaining and face.
As expected of a sword cultivator, he has a simple nature even though he is hundreds of years old.
Jiang Su held the locust tree seeds in his hand. Hearing the sound, his eyes fell on the bald sword cultivator and swept over him.
"Do you have a place to live in the Southern Territory?" Jiang Suzhuangruo asked accidentally.
Jian Xiu shook his head violently and shook the wig on his head.
"Then why don't you stay at the medical center." He pointed to Chen Zeshen in the hall and said to the swordsman, "Follow him."
"Do some work on weekdays to earn money."
The sword cultivator's eyes widened when he heard this, and he inhaled loudly.
"Miss Jiang..." He put the sword behind his waist, cupped his fists and saluted.
"Miss Jiang is so kind and kind, I..."
He held it in for a long time and didn't know what to say.
"You are quite nice, I..."
So, in just two breaths, Jiang Su knew what it meant to be a man who never sheds tears easily.
They don't cry, they just look at you with extremely distorted expressions.
The two brows are brought together, the ends of the eyebrows are pressed down, and the upper and lower eyelids are squeezed toward the middle. It is said to be squinting, but it also looks like closed flesh. The mouth is split left and right but then pursed.
"Why does it look so much like bitter melon?" Jiang Su said to himself.
"What bitter melon?" Chen Zeshen walked over from behind this man and looked at the two of them curiously.
He heard what Jiang Su said, and it seemed that he would live here before Huaiying recovered. And in this medical center, besides myself, there is also this dear friend who is a temporary resident.
Jiang Su glanced back at him, then cast his gaze on Jian Xiu's bitter face, pointing to the rooms on the left after entering from Yusu Hall.
"That's a place specially designed for patients to stay temporarily. But there's no one there right now, so just go and pick a room there."
After saying this, the girl suddenly smiled slyly, raised her chin slightly and said, "If you two are willing to live together, that's no problem."
whee.
"The people in the medical center don't have much communication with you on weekdays. Apart from refining elixirs, they are also busy seeing doctors or copying prescriptions, so..."
"Don't worry, Miss Jiang! We won't care! Having a place to live is enough for me!"
The bald sword cultivator said very contentedly.
Jiang Su shook his head and pointed at the green smoke rising slowly behind the pharmacy.
"I'm afraid you'll disturb them. If these alchemy cultivators are affected and slow down in refining their alchemy, you will have to bear the loss of spiritual stones."
The girl looked at Chen Zeshen with unclear meaning.
I want to see what you, Chen Zeshen, want to do when you come to my place, just to plant a tree?
Only a fool would believe it.
The sword cultivator made his intention clear and said categorically: "Absolutely not! Don't worry, Miss Jiang!"
Jiang Su didn't say anything more and walked directly towards the wall on the right side of Yusu Hall.
"Immortal Lord, I need to learn how to care for flowers and plants with Miss Jiang, so I'll excuse you now." Chen Zeshen was polite and thoughtful, clasping his fists and fluttering his sleeves, and took a few steps to catch up.
Wait and see what happens.
Jiang Su skillfully took out a pottery jar from the storage bag. The pottery jar was deep and large, about the size of kimchi. There were some neat holes at the bottom of the jar.
She held the storage bag in her hand again, with the mouth of the bag facing the vat.
"Puff——"
Black soil poured out continuously from Jiang Su's storage bag. When it covered about one-third of the area, she casually scattered all the locust tree seeds and threw them in.
Later, the black soil covered and buried it again, and finally the entire half-person-high pottery jar was filled.
Smelling the unique smell of black soil, Jiang Su turned away, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.
He turned to Chen Zeshen and said, "Okay."
"Is this good???" Chen Zeshen stepped forward and gently poked the soil in the tank with the head of the folding fan.
The soil is dark in color and soft, filled with looming spiritual power.
"Where did this black soil come from? Why did you put so much in your storage bag?"
Jiang Su glanced at him and asked without answering, "When you came here, wasn't there black soil in the flower pot?"
It means that if you can do it, I can do it too.
"I bought that black soil at a high price from Yan Kuan Trading Company in Zhongdu. At that time, they asked me for three hundred taels of high-grade spiritual stones."
Chen Zeshen's face showed a hint of heartache. Although he was well-known and usually dressed as a wealthy man, the young master who was born as a concubine could not spend money like water.
What's more, his past has nothing to do with the Zhongming Dingshi House.
Jiang Su deliberately joked: "Oh, if you have a chance to go to the Eastern Region in the future, just find a mountain in the north and go down there with a few shovels, and it'll be all there."
"So why did you go to the Eastern Region to put soil into the storage bag?"
"……Leave me alone?"
After saying a few words, Jiang Su turned around and left. She came here today just to see the general situation of Yusu Hall.
She is in charge of the medical clinic and Xiao Shiyu is in charge of the pharmacy.
As she walked out, she looked at the forms of pill cultivation pills in the pharmacy.
"Su Yutang has no internal problems. If we want to make a fortune, it seems... we only have external problems."
"What external problem?" Chen Zeshen had just arrived, and he didn't know much about Hongfeng Town.
"Why are you following me?" Jiang Su stopped at the door and turned to ask him. Crossing his arms, his eyes were full of disgust.
All he needs is the pen to write "stay away from me" on his face.
Chen Zeshen smiled, his face looked like spring in April, and the peach blossoms under his eyes were so charming.
Jiang Su also looked at him with a smile, her lips parted lightly:
"City Master Chen, is there anyone left alive in the Chen family?"
Chen Zeshen's face stiffened for a moment, and he was smiling. He opened the folding fan in his hand with a "swipe" sound, and eight long needles fell into his hand.
He brought the long needle to Jiang Su's hand.
"Of course..."
"No one is left."
"..."
Killing someone with a borrowed knife is not a drunkard's intention.
This dark mine man routine goes far enough. Chu Linying of Zhongdu conspired with the emperor's royal family to achieve the purpose of banning spirits in Zhongdu under the guise of this person.
And he also used the hands of these people to eradicate the entire Chen family.
Both sides use each other, tacitly understanding each other to get what they need... there is something.
wrong! Chen Zeshen is not using each other with the royal family! There should be some power behind him! Similar to Song Wan'er!
A force that can allow mortals who are ignorant of spiritual knowledge to embark on the path of immortality...
"Does the organization behind you have many people?" Jiang Su subconsciously touched his chin with his hand and asked bluntly.
She did not take the long needle in Chen Zeshen's hand.
Chen Zeshen seemed to be stunned, then raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "Miss Jiang is so brave to ask me such a question directly."
He was no longer obsessed with the long needle in his hand, and simply let it fall to the ground.
The moment the long needles landed, Su Su suddenly flew out and chopped all the long needles into pieces, causing dust to fall to the ground.
"Not much, do you want to come?"
(End of chapter)
