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

Chapter 162 Asking for water
Fang Zhe, who had been silent all this time, stared at the scroll for a long time. Without saying anything, he got up and went downstairs.

a long time.

Jiang Feng and Fang Zhe returned to the private room one after another. Jiang Feng's expression was very subtle and he put his hands into his sleeves. Fang Zhe also put something into his sleeves.

"Why are you two alone? Where is Liu Yunqing?" Jiang Feng asked.

Jiang Sumi's eyes were covered, his hands rested on the table, and he raised his head unsteadily, "The kendo competition is not over yet, he is going up to challenge the master."

She suddenly raised the corners of her lips, "I have already won the first place in medicine as promised, which means I paid a deposit for the Wanli Yinka he wanted. If he can't bring me back the reward of the first place in swordsmanship, I will cough up. cough--"

"Little Master, drink slowly. Although this is a strong wine, you must savor the fragrance of the wine. As the saying goes, it is not spring when you are not there. This wine is most fragrant when you drink it when you are missing someone. , If you don’t miss anyone, you want to avoid burning your throat with strong alcohol.”

Jinhuayu could not pour a thousand cups, she had a real smile on her face and she was a little tipsy. She held the jug and filled another cup for Jiang Su.

Jiang Su murmured, "No wonder it hurts my throat so much."

Jiang Feng took out the scroll and pointed at each reward written on it, "What did Liu Yunqing promise you, Asking Heart Lotus, Liufeng Returning Blood Knife, or Cassia Divine Grass?"

Jiang Su took the wine glass, sipped his lips lightly, and touched some wine. His green fingers landed on a spot on the scroll, "This is the cassia herb. Cassia grass has the effect of improving eyesight. This herb, combined with other medicinal materials, can naturally improve eyesight." Cure all kinds of eye diseases in this world.”

Jiang Feng held down the man's head and pushed it aside, fearing that he would be tainted by the smell of alcohol on her body, "Whose eye disease are you trying to cure?"

The girl in green lay lazily on the table, the corners of her lips raised slightly, her smile as light as the breeze, her eyebrows turned into a crescent moon, her eyes were bright and slightly red, and she murmured, "Of course it's for my old friend. ”

"There must be no one around me, Jiang Su, who is sick. If I can't even cure the illness of someone close to me, my first-class medical skills will be nothing but an empty pretense!"

Hearing this, a certain red monk silently clenched his fingers in his sleeves.

She sat up suddenly, raised her head and drank a glass of strong wine, wiped the wine stains from the corners of her mouth with her fingers, and suddenly stared with interest at the silver-robed monk in the corner who had never woken up.

"That bastard still suffers from cold syndrome. I went to see her once. She was so beautiful that she almost captured my soul, but I couldn't bear to look at her weak look."

She stood up, walked to Sikong, straightened her legs without hesitation, and kicked her twice, "Are you worthy of being with Zhang Yingyue?"

"You deserve it, you deserve it."

The next moment, she was holding on to the wall and walking swaying by the table. Her legs gave out and she fell to the ground.

Fang Zhe made a flash of his body and immediately caught her at the waist. His red sleeves fluttered and he held her up by the collar.

"I'll send her back."

After saying that, Jiang Feng suddenly stood up and said, "Let's go back to the inn together."

Seeing that these people had no intention of drinking, Jin Huayu said, "Then I'll go to Shiweitian to get some food and hangover soup."

"Well, don't ask for roast duck." Fang Zhe said.

Hearing this, Jiang Feng sneered coldly and picked up Sikong beside him, "Yes, when she comes to Middle-earth, all the ducks in Middle-earth will mourn. There are five of them in three days, and you are also pampering her."

"gone."

After leaving the wine shop, there is an inn opposite the side boundary.

Fang Zhe carried Jiang Su like a chicken. The shopkeeper had seen her face and smelled the strong smell of alcohol. He flipped through the ledger and said, "Ah, I remembered, this girl lives on the left side of the second floor." The third room from the count.”

Fang Zhe nodded slightly, turned around and went upstairs.

The shopkeeper suddenly asked kindly, "Fellow Taoist, do you need to arrange for someone to deliver water?"

Fang Zhe paused in his steps.

"unnecessary."

The monk has long ceased to have a mortal body, and his immortal body is pure. Her odor of alcohol can be solved with a single purification spell.

Push the door open and enter.

Fang Zhe picked her up and put her on the bed, pinched her slender ankles with his big hands, and bent down to take off her shoes. Jiang Su suddenly sat up, his eyes were confused, and he whispered, "I want water."

Fang Zhe paused, took off one shoe and put it aside, then went to the table to pick up the teapot and poured a cup of tea, then returned to the bed and handed it to her.

The girl frowned slightly, took the cup, her arm was slightly unsteady, and a few water stains were splashed on her. She drank it all in one gulp, then dropped her hand, and the empty porcelain cup fell on the bed and rolled around a few times.

She said, "I want water."

Fang Zhe took the trouble to pick up the porcelain cup on the bed, turned around and went to the table to pour tea.

Suddenly his sleeve was pulled, and a girl's lazy voice came from behind, "I want a lot of water, I want to jump in, it's very hot and comfortable."

Fang Zhe's body was a little stiff. He turned around and asked, "Bath?"

Only then did Jiang Su let go of his hands and stretched his arms behind him. His gray hair hung on his shoulders, hanging behind him like a waterfall. He tilted his head and said in a deep nasal voice, "Yeah."

The next moment, her hands gave up her strength, and her colorful hair was loose and spread all over the bed.

The only sound in the room was her breathing.

Fang Zhe didn't say much, walked slowly to the bed, bent down and took off her other shoe, laying her whole body across the bed.

The big fingertips with clear joints were kneading, and bright light flickered on the fingertips.

He sat on the edge of the bed and placed his fingertips firmly on the girl's eyebrows.

The smell of alcohol dissipates.

The girl in green looks like a person made of jade, with translucent and moist skin and a thin white neck.

There seemed to be eyes flowing behind his mask, falling on her beautiful and slightly blue-pheasant face. Outline it carefully along the arc of the eyebrows, past the nose bones, and finally on the red lips.

Speechless.

At a certain moment, he suddenly stood up, opened the door and left.

"Who are you?" Monk Xuanyi stood at the door, his eyes cold and stern, holding his sword across his chest.

Fang Zhe stood there quietly for a long time and said, "Her old friend."

Jiang Feng frowned and looked up and down, "I can't see through your cultivation. Are you a sword cultivator?"

Fang Zhe said, "Yeah."

Jiang Feng's mind moved slightly, and he grasped the hilt of the sword with his hand, unexpectedly letting go, "What kind of cultivation, do you want to have a fight?"

The red monk was silent for a moment, "In half an hour."

Jiang Feng's eyes lit up and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, "Okay, I'll wait for you at the West Street Competition Arena." After saying that, he returned to his room.

Fang Zhe nodded slightly and went downstairs to the counter. The shopkeeper had just met him not long ago and asked respectfully, "What do you want, sir?"

"Want water."

The shopkeeper was a little startled. Thinking that this man had just refused to arrange for someone to deliver water, his doubts did not show up and he replied neatly, "Waiter, go deliver water to the third room from the left on the second floor."

At the right time, a monk in bright yellow robes walked into the inn, carrying a three-layer food box in his hand.

Jin Huayu's eyes lit up when she saw him, "Fang Daoyou, are you here? Which room is my little master in? I bought sobering soup and white porridge and side dishes."

"Just give it to me." Fang Zhe took the initiative and turned to leave, but Jinhuayu suddenly grabbed him and lowered his voice in his ear, "Fellow Taoist, can you sell me the elixir of my little master? The one I was refining at the beginning was intercepted by you when I threw it over."

"Fellow Daoist Fang, I am an alchemy cultivator. I have been learning how to summon Thunder Tribulation from my little master. This elixir of hers is useful to me. How about I pay for it and you sell it to me."

Hearing this, Fang Zhe took out the wooden box from his sleeve and gave it to him.

"Study well."