Jiang Su very much hopes that the days he lived as Wang Jia will be true.
Because under the supervision of her old friend Fang Zhe, the young master of Wujian Sect, she successfully learned to use the Thirty-Six Tiangang of Wujian Sword Technique with a large wooden sword as tall as a person.
Now it's okay even if Jiang Su herself becomes a half-sword cultivator!
One day, the sunset was just right.
Jiang Sutong, a ten-year-old boy who had been a disciple of Wujiang for a year, sat on the ground under the blue pine tree where he used to practice swordsmanship.
"Hey, Fang Zhe. What would you do if one day you find that everything around you is fake?"
Jiang Sugang had just finished practicing his sword. At this time, he was lazily shaking his sleeves, hoping that the sweat on his body would dry out soon.
The red monk frowned slightly and turned his face to look at the young boy in confusion, "Why did you say that?"
After asking, Fang Zhe realized something again and emphasized: "I taught you sword skills, and I am half a master to you. How can you call me by my real name?"
The young boy held the sword in his arms again with both hands and nodded perfunctorily, "Yes, yes, you are indeed half of Wang Jia's master. That makes sense. You answer my question first."
Fang Zhe just said it casually. He actually didn't care what the child called him.
He currently has a master and a junior disciple, and has no real plans to accept apprentices. But the little boy next to him always gave him a sense of familiarity.
Not only to him, but also to this young boy.
He seemed to be familiar with his mannerisms and preferences.
"Fake things can't be true, and true things can't be fake. If I'm in a false world, I will smash the falsehood to pieces and look for the truth."
Fang Zhe didn't think about it for long, the answer was engraved in his bones.
Jiang Su squinted his eyes slightly, thinking about what happened to Wujian Cult later, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
"Fang Zhe, do you have a sister now?"
The red monk was stunned when he heard this. He looked at the young boy in disbelief and exclaimed: "How did you know that my parents are going to give me a younger sister after this fifty-year journey and return to the sect."
"Ah - it will take another fifty years. This is too long." Jiang Su sighed to himself, turned around and buried his head in the ground with great reluctance.
I ate a mouthful of sand.
Don't be too happy...you will collapse when you eat your own fried sister.
Fang Zhe felt something strange about this little boy. He reached out and picked up the thin flesh on the back of the little boy's neck, and laid him flat on his back on the ground.
Use rough fingertips to wipe away the sand on the little boy's lips.
Soft.
"For a monk, fifty years is just a snap of the fingers. It's nothing."
"But it will take a long time for me to see my little senior sister."
Jiang Su remembered that her identity at the moment was Wang Jia, and based on her knowledge, if she wanted to meet the young senior sister as Wang Jia, she had to enter the Taoist seminar in this secret realm at that time.
"Is your little senior sister very important to you?" Fang Zhe tilted his head, not quite understanding.
"Of course! Just like your junior brother Xu Shuye is like you!" Jiang Su stressed with a struggle? .
Fang Zhe shook his head, "Xiaoye is just a junior brother to me, and he won't make me think about it day and night."
The little boy snorted and curled his lips to the sides, "Yes, but your good junior brother is thinking about you day and night."
After saying this, he pointed to the corner of the residence not far away, where a young boy in white was lying down, revealing a pair of bright and clear eyes, staring at the two of them with watery eyes.
Fang Zhe followed him and looked over. When he saw it was his junior brother, he waved to him, "Xiaoye!"
The young man in white immediately ran over after hearing the sound.
Xu Shuye is already seven feet tall, with thin muscles, a tall ponytail combed behind his head, fair skin, raised red lips, and dark eyebrows. He is a proud young man.
He glanced curiously at the lazy little sword cultivator in black, and then glanced at his ordinary wooden sword. He felt slightly relieved and sat obediently next to his senior brother.
"Senior brother, I asked you why you have disappeared from time to time this year. It turns out you have always been here..."
"Here I teach a wild child with no father or mother who is ready to avenge a bloody sea of swordsmanship."
Jiang Su added casually, reaching out to show Xu Shuye his wooden sword.
"You..." Xu Shuye obviously didn't expect that this person who secretly stole his senior brother's love would have such a miserable past.
As a young man, he couldn't help but feel a sore nose.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that to you... I didn't know this." When he said this, he lowered his head and did not dare to look at Jiang Su.
Seeing this man's innocent and easy-to-deceive appearance, she chuckled and was about to continue bluffing when a big hand suddenly covered her mouth tightly.
"Uh huh!!!"
The young boy looked at the culprit Fang Zhe angrily, struggling to swing his sword.
Fang Zhe suddenly let go, shook it off, and explained: "You are smart, don't lie to my junior brother."
Xu Shuye became anxious immediately after hearing this. He tugged on Fang Zhe's sleeves and said reluctantly: "Brother, how can you say I'm stupid!!!"
"Aren't you stupid? You haven't refined the puppet yet. How can you study puppetry with my master and me?" The monk in red looked at his reaction calmly.
"But... I just feel... plants and trees have feelings, and so do stones... Why can't we make hearts?"
Xu Shuye scratched his head, took out a pebble from his sleeve in frustration, and then took out a wooden figure from another sleeve, and threw the pebble at the wooden figure in confusion.
Jiang Su narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking about some things in the outside world. He pressed Fang Zhe's legs and snatched Xu Shuye's wooden man.
"Hey, what are you doing!" The boy in white stopped him.
Unexpectedly, the next moment, he watched Jiang Su personally use a knife to cut a big hole in the wooden man's chest, and finally threw the stone into the big hole in the wood.
"No matter how ruthless wood and stone are, they are still more compassionate than people."
"Since it's a heart, just throw it in."
With that said, Jiang Su pinched a few more hand skills and threw them on top.
In the blink of an eye, the next moment, the little wooden man seemed to come alive.
Xu Shuye looked at the stone heart in this wooden man in disbelief, and his heart trembled.
Fang Zhe just looked at them indifferently.
Jiang Su only used simple techniques of controlling objects, but she had Nascent Soul cultivation in the outside world, and her understanding of the techniques of controlling objects was definitely not comparable to that of Xu Shuye, a real young man.
Inject spiritual power, leave a trace of spiritual consciousness, and cut off the spiritual power.
"Isn't this moving very well?" Jiang Su commented with general interest, then tilted his head and looked at Xu Shuye in confusion.
This kid is definitely the boss of the Stone Heart Cult in the future. He must be ruthless despite being ruthless in the grass and trees. He deserves to be the one who created an organization that connects the four realms.
