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

Chapter 163 Mr. Jin and Kongmen
Jinhuayu happily took the small wooden box and opened it on the spot. It turned out to be a pill with nine thunder and golden patterns, a dense golden halo, and even looming electric wires in it.

He closed the lid with satisfaction, put it into the storage bag, and looked up at the figure in red who was no longer visible.

"This fellow Taoist is pretty good, but why do you have to wear a mask all the time. Fang Zhe... I've never heard of this name, but it doesn't look like a random pseudonym."

"You can't be afraid that I will see you."

"Or are you afraid that people from Middle-earth will see you?"

Jinhuayu was puzzled and walked out of the inn.

Jin's Trading Company is located in the most prosperous area of ​​​​this street. Now Jin's Trading Company on Wanzong Island has opened a nine-story building, and its Jin's store is adjacent to the left and right.

Jin Huayu wore her iconic face, the third master of the Jin family, and was greeted by someone as soon as she entered the business.

"Third Master, you're finally here. I've long heard that you went to the alchemy arena, but you didn't say anything to us, so we could go and cheer you up."

Jin Huayu had a dull expression, turning a blind eye to the steward's earnest attitude, and walked into the private room.

He sat at the table.

The steward on the side quickly stepped forward to pour tea, "Third Master, this is Wanlaiqing, a new member of the trading company. I heard that it is a fragrant tea that grows in the low light of the North Water Land. Please try it."

Jinhuayu frowned slightly, sniffed lightly, waved his hand and pushed it away, "Change a pot, I want the aventurine tea from last time."

After the steward left.

"Come out." He arrived.

Suddenly, several monks in black clothes stood in front of him, with a respectful attitude and bowed their hands, "Third Master."

Jin Huayu stared closely at the tallest monk in the middle and said coldly, "Kong Yi, have you stolen a sword cultivator's money recently?"

"This……"

These people looked at each other with confused expressions. Finally, the man named Kong Yi in the middle said, "Third Master, you also know that we steal too many people every day, and sword cultivators are our main target. It's really not possible." I know who you are talking about.”

"Dong dong dong——" There was a knock on the door.

"Enter."

The steward pushed open the door and saw.

In front of the square table and window in the room, Mr. Jin Sanye has a dignified temperament. He lowers his eyes carefully and wonders what he is thinking about.

"Third Master, the tea is ready." He said respectfully.

"Well, let's go out." Jinhuayu picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"Yes."

After the steward left, the people in Xuanyi reappeared, and a few even consciously put up barriers at the door.

"Third Master, just now Elder Kongya told us that he is a sword cultivator named Liu Yunqing. He is probably your friend. Then we will find a way to return the money bag tomorrow. What do you think?"

Jinhuayu frowned slightly, with a hint of dissatisfaction on her face.

The man in Xuanyi immediately changed his words and said, "We will return the money bag today! We will do it as soon as possible!"

"I remember that Elder Kongye also defrauded him of his money." Jinhuayu rubbed the porcelain cup carefully with his fingers, raised his eyelids, and stared straight at the man in the middle.

Kong Yi's throat moved slightly and he hesitated, "Third Master, you also know that Elder Kong Ye can't say anything. After all, he is a true hexagram master. He said that it is his hexagram gold and involves cause and effect..."

"Pa-ta-" The porcelain cup knocked on the table.

Jinhuayu's expression was indifferent and he said calmly, "There are a thousand high-grade Yuan stones in the storage bag that Sora took. You can come up with it yourself. Otherwise, I will use the formation to open the storage bag for you. You I don’t want to work in vain.”

Hearing this, Kong Yi felt a heart-wrenching pain in his chest. It was as uncomfortable as asking them to cut flesh when they were asked to take money out.

"It's...Third Master."

The man in black clothes suddenly disappeared.

Jinhuayu sniffed the cup of aventurine tea, only to feel that the taste was still a bit off.

"The tea in Middle-earth is obviously more expensive than the tea in Nanhuo, so why is it not as delicious as the one in Nanhuo? I'll ask my little master what she drank, and let my elder brother get more."

... Fang Zhe dipped his hand in the steaming water of the bathtub and realized it was a little hot, so he used some magic to lower the temperature.

He returned to the bedside and looked at the girl in green quietly.

Jiang Sugang kicked off the quilt, sleeping in an extremely lazy posture, and her long hair that was still spread out when she walked was now tangled around her neck and ears.

a long time.

The man suddenly raised his hand and took off her hairpin, causing her hair to fall apart. He put his arms around her neck, put his arms under her legs, gently picked her up, and walked to the tub.

Without hesitation, he directly put the neatly dressed Jiang Su into the hot water.

The hair floated on the water, with a few strands of black mixed in the gray hair, and the white hair on the temples stuck to the clothes on her chest.

The girl in green had her eyes closed tightly and her brows furrowed slightly. She seemed to be aware that she had gotten into the warm water, and she curled up her legs and was about to lie down in the water.

Seeing that the water was about to cover her mouth and nose, Fang Zhe quickly reached into the water and supported her back.

I tried to get her to lean on the edge of the tub, but in the end she felt like a slippery loach and wanted to dive into the water again.

Fang Zhe looked at the large wooden barrel, which could obviously hold one person, and felt worried.

Can't you get a smaller one?
He kept his hand in the water to support her back, which was inevitably a little awkward. His sleeves and half of his clothes were wet, and he had to bend down while holding the edge with one hand.

He thought that this bathtub could only hold a small doctor and repair person.

After a stick of incense.

He held Jiang Su's back and fished her out of the water again, and kneaded her to dry her.

Fang Zhe put her on the bed, covered her with a quilt, tucked the corner of the quilt, and even smoothed her hair down and spread it on the bed.

His eyes lingered on this picture, and for a long time he turned around and walked to the corner, in front of the red-clothed puppet.

Fang Zhe took off his mask, and his eyes changed from bright to gray, but the puppet's eyes were extremely bright.

Putting on the mask again, his eyes became bright again, while the puppet's eyes became gray again.

He is not sick, but he only has one pair of eyes that can be used. If the puppet can see clearly, he cannot see clearly.

When he puts on the mask, he uses his eyes through the patterns on the mask. When he takes off the mask, he is blind and the puppet uses his eyes.

……

The next day.

Jiang Su slowly opened his eyes, and just as he was about to raise his hands, he realized that he seemed to be restrained by the quilt again.

"Fang Zhe, do you know that tucking in the quilt like this always gives me the feeling of being pressed into bed by a ghost?"

The man was sitting at the table nearby. Hearing this, he put down the knife he was cleaning and stood up to pick up the warm soup.

Jiang Su had a sharp nose and smelled the sweet smell, "The sobering soup where food is the most important thing?"

"Ah."

Fang Zhe sat by the bed and handed the bowl to her, "There's still some porridge and vegetables."

Jiang Su took the bowl unceremoniously and drank it all in one gulp, "The chefs are really amazing. They can make something that is originally unpleasant taste like this. I don't know if they would be able to make Coptis medicated food at all." It won’t be painful anymore.”

She lifted the quilt, stood up and took her shoes to put them on. The monk in red came forward and moved his fingers slightly, but was immediately held down by her, "Stop, let me put them on by myself. I used to think I was a child, but now I am very It’s nine years old. I’ve been living on my own these past few years, and I’m not used to it if I ask you to help me put on my shoes.”

He replied calmly, "Yeah."

Jiang Su let go of his hand, put on his shoes in a few moments, and went straight to the porridge and vegetables placed in front of the table.

Her eyes fell on the food-is-the-day symbol on the food box, and she suddenly realized that this breakfast might cost her a whole day's work.

"If you don't have money, you have to make money..."

"Hey Fang Zhe, I want to refine some magic tools for diagnosing and treating diseases. If you have any skills, please teach me."

Silly Baitian from the Jin family was responsible for passing on the incense, but Xiaohua was not the stupid son of the landlord.