Who wouldn’t make money now that they’ve all ascended?

Chapter 115 When does the wind blow into the blue clouds?

The little kid instantly turned pale with fright. He quickly closed the book and was about to stuff it into his storage bracelet. However, Jiang Feng was pressing it with his big hand, and the book was stuck under his hand and could not move.

"This book is sold by Bai Xiaosheng. It's not a rare book. It's not expensive. Of course there will be more besides the one in your hand." Jiang Feng didn't care at all about this man's tone. He was not afraid.

Jiang Suyin walked to the side of the two men with a sullen face, squatted down suddenly, and stared at Meng Hui with his dark eyes, like a bottomless abyss.

The little kid was frightened and cried instantly, and quickly shrank into Jiang Feng's arms. He grabbed his clothes and tried to get into his arms, "Sister, I went back to the wrong place."

Jiang Feng saw that his white undershirt was almost being pulled out, and he raised his hand to push the kid out.

Jiang Su narrowed her eyes, raised the corners of her mouth, and said softly, "No, how can you go wrong with reading, right?" She suddenly took out a stack of books ten feet high from her storage bag.

"These are the medical records I compiled. They contain a person's medical history, causes of disease, and treatment methods for disease progression. Since you like reading so much, you should read these as well."

Jiang Su tried hard to take away the book by Bai Xiaosheng, but Jiang Feng just held on tightly.

"I want to watch it, but I haven't finished it yet," he said.

Jiang Suza scratched her head and couldn't figure it out, "What's so good about this book?"

Jiang Feng was silent for a moment, "It's very real and makes me feel like I'm involved."

Jiang Su's expression was complicated and his eyes were full of disbelief, "You, a sword cultivator, can actually take on the role of the third young master of Jin's Trading Company?"

A person with cool sleeves dreams of having great wealth.

"No, there is a cold swordsman inside, ruthless and ruthless. I feel like he is me."

"..."

"And every time he would watch the medical fairy in green being beaten to a disability, and finally he would wait for the medical fairy to beg him before he would save people. This plot was so wonderful."

Jiang Su took a deep breath, raised his eyelids, was silent for a moment, and then said, "Jiang Feng, you old thing, stay away from this three-year-old child immediately, it is very easy to affect his growth!"

There must be something wrong with this Jiang Feng's brain.

Jiang Feng put the book in his storage bag nonchalantly, "Let's go, I will come back next time to tell junior sister about the follow-up. After all, junior sister also wears Tsing Yi."

Jiang Su clenched his fist to gather strength.

Looking at the little kid on the ground, Meng Hui had already got into the red puppet's clothes, and a small head emerged from his strong chest. It looked like a kangaroo father with his kangaroo son.

"never mind."

Jiang Su patted the medical records on the ground and said, "Take a look at it when you have time. Don't wait until the secret realm helps you find your father and goes home ten months later. Your mind will be empty and only these words will be written."

Meng Hui nodded cautiously, "Yeah, he raised his hand and put all Jiang Su's medical records into the storage bracelet."

Song Wan'er stood aside, "Su Su, can't Wan'er read these medical records?"

Jiang Su was busy arranging the table, "They are all things from the lower world. Most of the diseases of mortals are common, and you know them all."

Song Wan'er blushed with embarrassment, "Su Su, I have only studied medicine for four years. One year in the lower realm and three years in the upper realm. In fact, many people still don't know how to do it, so I focus on refining alchemy."

Jiang Suli had a good thing, and he leaned back lazily, "Take your time."

"Boom boom boom——"

"Enter."

The person who came was wearing a brown robe and holding a golden abacus in his hand. It was Zhang Cai, the treasurer.

He got straight to the point, "Jiang Su, of the 100,000 Yuan-Storing Pills you refined, you have now sold 98,000. What do you do with the remaining 2,000? Should you keep them or sell them?"

Jiang Su didn't expect this thing to be bought so quickly. After all, the Yuan-Storing Pill sometimes saves lives and saves the exhausted Yuan Power, but in Shifangmen, a place where there are more junk than rolls, it is of little use.

What's more, what she was refining was a Yuan-Storing Pill with Nine Thunder Golden Patterns, so the price of a normal Yuan-Storing Pill would have to be added by a zero. "People from the Jin family bought it. They have the means to buy it to large organizations with prominent foundations. The rest are bought in bulk."

Jiang Su only cares about one thing, "Mr. Zhang Cai, how much did you earn from these in total?"

Zhang Caipi smiled but had a gloomy temperament, "Mr. Jiang still cares about the Yuan Stone. I thought you had reached the point where medicine regards the common people as your great love and regards money as garbage."

Jiang Su knew that this man was still thinking about the fact that he had used up all the immortal materials to refine the Yuan Accumulating Pill.

She herself felt heartbroken when she thought about it afterwards.

"If I regard money as rubbish for one day, my life will soon be over."

Zhang Cai raised his eyebrows slightly and sighed, "Oh, okay, I'll give you this, the remaining two thousand, and the bonus that should be divided among you." He shook a bag of money and put it on the river On the plain table, he turned and left.

"How many are there?" Jiang Su took the initiative to open the wallet, and when he saw the primeval stones and golden beads shining inside, his arms froze, but in an instant he smiled and put them away with satisfaction.

Song Wan'er was lying on the table, looking at her smile, she couldn't help but frown.

The breeze passes through the window lattice, and the fragrance of medicine passes through the hall.

Warm yellow was sprinkled diagonally, and the two people's expressions were reflected lazily. Their long eyelashes were stretched out, as if a few butterflies were fluttering their wings.

a long time.

"Susu."

Jiang Su kept writing, raised his eyebrows lazily, and responded, "Huh?"

Song Wan'er's lips curved beautifully, "I miss you so much."

"Ah."

She used her eyes to carefully copy the person in green clothes like bamboo. The purple smoke curling up on the incense table softened her features.

"Can I always stay with you?" Song Wan'er asked tentatively.

"No." She said without mercy.

Song Wan'er pouted slightly, her beautiful eyes glared with resentment and grievance, "Why?"

Jiang Su suddenly stopped writing and raised his eyes to look at her. His eyes were clear and bright, "The fate between you and me started from the lower world, entangled in life span, and accompanied by ascension."

"But now, you and I are both immortals, with unlimited lifespans, and the entanglements in the past are now insignificant. After going to the upper world, since you landed in the Qingfeng Sect, it means that that is where your chance lies."

Jiang Su suddenly stared at her closely, his eyes serious as never before, and his tone was sharp,
"Song Wan'er, you can give up the glory and wealth of the past ten years without hesitation because women are not allowed to serve as officials. Now you can never give up your freedom for meaningless affection."

"I regard you as an old friend and an old friend, so I won't let you do such stupid things."

"The Qingfeng Sect is different from the Shifang Sect. The Shifang Sect accepts living beings from the ten directions and emphasizes that all dharmas have a place to exist. However, the people of the Qingfeng Sect are willing to be the three or two breezes in the world, regardless of coming or returning, and just follow their hearts."

"It's a completely different religious teaching."

Jiang Su took the initiative to grab the girl's hand and said, "How do you know when this wind will send you to Qingyun?"

Song Wan'er stared blankly into this man's eyes, and images from the past flooded into her mind.

Under the moonlight night, she threw away a fiery red wedding robe, but the girl in green picked it up, dusted it off, and put it in a sandalwood box. When she was homesick and her heart was wavering, the man took out his wedding dress and told her.

“The past cannot be retrieved, and there is no need to throw it away.”

There were crystal tears in the corners of Song Wan'er's eyes, her eyes were dyed with peach blossoms, the moon was hanging on her eyebrows, the corners of her mouth were raised, and she choked with sobs,
"Susu, why are you so nice?"

Jiang Sufu picked up his pen and lowered his head, and said casually, "It's not bad, so when will you leave."