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

Chapter 127 Wanzong Island

Jiang Su could already imagine that after this illusion, the monks in the Southern Fire Land would have a woman named Zhang Yingyue in their hearts.

"Eh? Meng Hui, your mother's surname was Zhang in the lower world. Why is your surname Meng now?"

Meng Hui...Meng Hui? ?

God, so in love.

Meng Hui frowned, pursed his lips, and had a chubby face, and thought, "Wo mother has a lot of names, Hui Hui can't remember them."

"A lot of names? You'll have to remember them, right?"

"My name is Meng Huangliang! And Jun Danggui, Your Majesty never forgets your love!"

Jiang Su was silent. Why are these names so inappropriate?

"Wait a minute, your mother likes to read. Is she writing a book now?"

The next moment, the little boy took out the book worth 500 yuan of middle-grade Yuan Stone. With a crooked look and a smile on his face, he said, "This is what my mother wrote!"

Before Zhang Yingyue died, she was holding a book and reading. She had a cold temperament and was as airy as a fairy. But after she ascended to heaven, she wrote "General Fu, please stop being cruel, my wife has passed away"? ! !
Jiang Su was shocked.

Jiang Feng suddenly stopped and looked at him in shock, "Are you the son of the Book Fairy?!"

Shuxian, the third disciple of the Qinqi, calligraphy and painting passed down by the Literary Sage, has reached the level of a powerful person in the Golden Immortal Realm. According to legend, he loves books extremely much and takes books as his life.

"..."

No wonder this kid is extremely smart and loves to read. When we first met, he was wearing a brocade suit and a gold storage bracelet. If you throw a treasure test, his body will glow with gold.

Being able to be reincarnated as the son of the disciple of the Sage Literary in the Upper Realm, how lucky is this to be compared to many people?

"Then why have you never said who your mother is before?"

"No one asked back!"

Jiang Su put her tongue on her teeth and gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, okay, you don't have to say anything anymore."

"Let's search in the secret realm. If we meet your biological father, don't say anything. Let's test what he thinks now."

Mentioning his father, Meng Hui couldn't help pouting and said, "Great."

……

The land of Middle-earth.

Wan Zong Island.

"Don't miss it when you pass by. One of the five middle-grade Yuan stones of Miaomiao Le jointly signed by the Moon Worshiping Sect and the Holy Fire Sect. It was made by the white-robed envoy of the Moon Worshiping Sect, Ci Mao ~ The Holy Fire is Zhaozhao, Meow Meow Meow~"

"Elysium's premium small group tour, with seven people, three days and two nights, only costs 1,000 middle-grade Yuan stones, including food and accommodation. If you sign up, you can get a bead used by Puxin Buddha~"

"Master Mo Bao of Hanshan Academy, two hundred mid-grade Yuan stones! The quantity is limited, first come first served!"

"Shifangmen's special red and black cards, a set of 300 middle-grade Yuan stones~"

Liu Yunqing tightened his grip on his storage bag and looked around with his sword in hand.

The World Sect Competition is a competition between inner disciples of various sects in the upper world. The competition venue is the specially built Wan Zong Island. It is held every hundred years and the place will be as lively as it is today.

Caravans from all over the place gathered here with goods. The streets were lined with various shops, and most of the people walking around in the middle were vendors selling goods.

"The bet is on, the bet is on the top three sects this time. The first is Wenjian Villa, the second is Holy Fire Sect, and the third is Hanshan Academy. Is there any fellow Taoist who can win!"

The door of the gambling house was surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside. The monks held their storage bags high and wanted to throw money into them.

When Liu Yunqing saw this scene, he was horrified. Why do these people have so much spare money?

Unlike myself, I want to leave flowers to the Taoist couple!

"Yun Sheng...where are you?" He lowered his eyes and looked at the red line on his wrist, especially lost in thought. He was stunned for a long time.

Suddenly someone tugged at the corner of his clothes, "Fellow Daoist, Friend Daoist!"

Liu Yunqing looked at the person beside him.

He is a male cultivator wearing a gouache gown and holding a folding fan. He is tall, has a face like a good girl, and a pair of peach blossom eyes that seem to be both affectionate and ruthless.

"What's wrong?" Liu Yunqing felt that this man's attire looked familiar, as if he had seen him in the lower world.

The male cultivator curled his lips and smiled, pointing at the black figure running not far away, "Your storage bag was stolen by a burglar."

"..."

Liu Yunqing's pupils shrank suddenly and his eyes widened, "What?!"

He immediately drew his sword and rushed forward, "You thief, don't run away!" The next moment, several monks in armor suddenly appeared and surrounded him, "Who dares to draw a sword on the street of Wanzong Island! Take it back to the Punishment Hall and fine you five One hundred middle-grade Yuan stones.”

They pressed forward step by step, and Liu Yunqing was stunned.

The male cultivator in pink patted him on the shoulder and said, "Fellow Taoist, everything is fine. I just lost some money."

Liu Yunqing immediately retorted and shouted angrily, "I have something to do! I gave it to the Taoist monk..." The more he spoke, the more aggrieved he became.

Finally, he pursed his lips and was sent to the punishment hall with tears in his eyes.

The pink-clothed monk looked at his back as he faded away, his eyes frivolous and the corners of his mouth raised in a high arc.

"Liu Yunqing from Shifang Sect, why are you still so stupid? He didn't know that Jiang Su never came."

He suddenly smiled even brighter.

"Little Medical Fairy Jiang, I haven't seen you for twenty-one years. I miss you so much..."

……

In the sand pit.

Jiang Su was blinded, and his whole body was stuck in the quicksand, sinking continuously. He could barely breathe by holding on to a certain Immortal Binding Lock.

She scolded angrily, "Jiang Feng, are you incompetent? You've been fighting against a sheep demon in the Heavenly Immortal Realm for two hours and you still haven't won."

Xuanyi sword cultivator casually glanced at the quicksand and saw that she was still half naked. He said calmly, "Who told you to catch the fairy sheep? This is the king of fairy sheep. He is in the late stage of the heavenly realm and has the ability to manipulate spiritual intelligence. quicksand."

"Hey--" The sheep screamed loudly.

"Ah——Jiang Feng, you——"

A sky-high two-leaf clover suddenly grew out of the quicksand. Jiang Su was thrown into the sky like a ball, fell to one of the leaves, and was thrown to another leaf.

"..."

"Oh shit, I'm going to vomit."

Jiang Feng was not surprised, "This is the ability of the Immortal Sheep King, it can grow grass."

"boom--"

Jiang Su was pulled by one end of the immortal rope by the puppet in red, and then he was freed from the two leaves and fell to the ground.

"call……"

Jiang Su lay on the ground panting, looking at the sky with an expressionless face, his whole heart was filled with despair, "I just want to... get some wool to make fairy materials."

Upon seeing this, Jiang Feng swung two swords and instantly cut off the two legs of the Immortal Sheep King.

The Immortal Sheep King had no legs and just lay on the ground motionless.

Jiang Feng squatted next to Jiang Su and taunted ruthlessly, "Oh, you can't fight, but you still want to take down the Immortal Sheep King, you are overestimating your own capabilities."

The little boy sat on the puppet's shoulder, climbed down and jumped to Jiang Su's side, looking at her worriedly, "Sister, are you okay?!"

Jiang Su raised his hand and rubbed Zai Zi's soft face, struggled to take the Yuan Accumulating Pill for himself, sat up to calm down, and said calmly, "Nothing."

She stared straight at the Fairy Sheep King who was looking at her contemptuously, and she grew evil out of fear.

"You're the only one treating me like a ball?"

Immortal Sheep King: "Hey~"

What a fool you are.

Jiang Su strode forward, and the sun shone from behind her, casting a long shadow on the sheep's head.

She took out the red glass bottle from her storage bag and suddenly chanted vague sentences, like a devil's whisper.

Jiang Feng didn't hear clearly, "Ah? What did you say?"

"Pour a mouthful of Lao Ma's spicy pepper and salt."

“Pour on the hot canola oil.”

"More garlic."

"Pour the zi of the soul~"

Jiang Su: I don’t want wool this time! I want your sheep's head!

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