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

Chapter 164 Chatting about book fairies

"Yes, if you want to learn, I will teach you."

Fang Zhe pulled out the chair and sat across from her. He just poured a cup of tea and realized that he was now wearing a mask.

Jiang Su paused slightly with his chopsticks and said, "Take off the mask. It's just you and me. No one will know that you are a chess fairy."

She twitched the corner of her mouth and said sourly, "Hey, in the land of Middle Earth, one of the four direct disciples of Saint Wen, the famous chess fairy. No, buddy, I have never heard that you are good at chess before?"

She suddenly patted her head again, "I almost forgot that you came to me because of the problem of the broken sea of ​​​​consciousness. Your brain is dull, you can only remember the names of people, and you act like a dull gourd. Who knows how to play chess?"

Jiang Su suddenly glanced at the corner of his clothes and asked doubtfully, "Why do you have a hole here?" She stretched out her hand to compare, and suddenly realized, "Sword mark."

"Did Jiang Feng want to fight with you?"

Fang Zhe nodded calmly.

Jiang Su's eyes lit up and she looked at him with interest, "Who won? Is it you! Don't tell me that the majestic chess immortal can lose to Jiang Feng? You are a sword cultivator, a serious sword cultivator."

Fang Zhe picked up his knife again and pointed to the blood stain on the tip of the knife, "I didn't lose."

The corners of Jiang Su's lips raised, and he gloated, "Yes, it's you as expected. That bitch Jiang Feng kicked me so hard in the secret realm that my ribs were almost broken."

Hearing this, the red monk frowned and said in a deep voice, "He hurt you?"

Jiang Su continued to eat porridge and eat side dishes, "I was trapped in an illusion magic circle, and he was like a madman, hitting people indiscriminately while losing his mind. But the formation was from Sikong Bu, tsk tsk tsk, mentioning this man, He should really be beaten hard.”

He took off his mask and put it aside, then picked up the tea cup naturally, "Is he Meng Hui's father?"

Jiang Su's arms froze and his expression was shocked, "How did you know?!"

"No, I probably didn't tell you."

Fang Zhe took a sip of tea and rubbed the wall of the porcelain cup with his fingers, "It's obvious."

"The person who can treat Shuxian like that should be the father of her child."

Jiang Su put down his chopsticks, took the handkerchief from the person next to him, wiped his mouth, and sighed deeply.

"Let me tell you, this book fairy's real name is Zhang Yingyue. She was the eldest daughter of a local scholarly family in Qinghe in the early years. At that time, she kindly gave the young and down-to-earth Sikong a meal, and then gave him money one after another. Sikong will remember this ”

"Unexpectedly, there was a flood after Qinghe, and the Zhang family ran away. Zhang Yingyue also lived in a foreign land and injured her throat. Many years later, Sikong returned to Qinghe and mistakenly regarded the Zhang family who had moved from eastern Hunan as the Zhang family in Qinghe. Zhang Yingyue from the Zhang family in eastern Hunan expresses her love."

At the mention of this, Jiang Su almost wrinkled, clenched his fists, and said angrily, "That Zhang Yingyue has a Taoist companion, and he is still pestering her. It's so shameless. Later, when he was drunk, he thought the book fairy Zhang Yingyue was Xiangdong. The young lady of the Zhang family made her pregnant, but Zhang Yingyue was seriously ill, and Sikong didn’t even know to go home and take a look. "

"What a bastard! This kind of person deserves to die!"

Fang Zhe poured her a cup of tea unhurriedly, and Jiang Su drank it all in one gulp.

The man suddenly said, "That's it. Then he really did something wrong."

"Not only is it wrong, when I caught him and asked him about it later, he still looked relieved. Why should he be relieved when he said he was relieved after doing something wrong?"

Seeing her excitement, Fang Zhe filled the cup with tea and said warmly, "In that case, do you want to take him to see the Book Fairy?"

"As far as I know, the book fairy probably hasn't forgotten him. The books he wrote are all related to this person, but the descriptions are all bad people, and they will regret their love for the rest of their lives."

Jiang Su suddenly fell silent, and after thinking carefully in his mind, he said, "Actually, I don't know whether I should send him away. Jiang Feng hates this person so much that he went to the Southern Fire Secret Realm to capture him."

Fang Zhe said, "It's better to go to Biyutian again and ask the book fairy directly." "..."

Jiang Su suddenly held down the man's arm, looked straight into his dull eyes, and affirmed, "Fang Zhe, you are right. Fortunately, you understand the book fairy's temperament."

She let go of her hand again, "By the way, I want to refine weapons. Do you know that I can refine weapons? I want to refine some magical weapons that can be used to treat diseases, but every time there will be something like insufficient cultivation or muscle weakness. The feeling of exhaustion.”

"I don't understand. The weapon cultivators in the Celestial Realm also refine weapons. They don't feel the same way, do they?"

Speaking of this, Jiang Su took out his alchemy furnace and threw a futon beside the furnace.

She took out several equipment and planned to refine a magical weapon she had conceived on the spot.

He took out the fairy materials, made a secret to summon the fire, and the heat wave blew out from the furnace.

She suddenly noticed that her hair was still loose.

"Fang Zhe, my hairpin..."

Before she finished speaking, the red monk had already walked behind her and squatted down. He held a silver hair tie in his hand and tied her hair behind her in a few clicks, making it loose and not loose.

Jiang Su had no other requirements, as long as her hair was out of the way.

She focused on the fairy materials in the alchemy furnace. This time she wanted a short blade similar to the one Zhou Xikui refined last time, with slightly different functions.

She added a few more Yuan-Storing Pills and Ji-Yuan Pills.

The former itself contains vitality, and the latter allows people to quickly absorb the vitality in the air.

As soon as the elixir entered the alchemy furnace, she could clearly feel that her cultivation was not enough to support the shaping of the magic weapon. The elixir was half-solidified and half-solidified and stuck to the short blade, unable to penetrate the medicinal power at all.

She sighed deeply and reluctantly took out the gourd bottle. There was still some vital energy left in it that the rat father had given her before.

She held the gourd in one hand and bit off the stopper with her mouth. Just as she was about to drink, she suddenly noticed a strange feeling on her mouth.

Hairy...and hard.

"My Di'er, you almost put me, Shushu, into your belly." The little mouse nervously opened his hands and feet and sealed her mouth.

Jiang Su's expression suddenly changed, his body stiffened, and his throat moved slightly.

This mouse living in the soil... actually came into contact with her mouth? ! How many bacteria are there!
"Yeah! Uh-huh - uh-huh!" She looked frightened and rushed to the red monk beside her.

Seeing this, Fang Zhe caught the little mouse in his hand.

"Zhushu, I'm finally safe."

Jiang Su quickly performed a few purification spells and took a deep breath. His brows were still furrowed tightly. When he looked at the Yuanmai in the gourd bottle, he couldn't take it down.

She closed her eyes, tilted her head and poured it into her mouth.

After taking a sip of Yuanmai, the instantly enriched Yuanli made her feel a little dazed, followed by a feeling of fatigue. But the Yuanmai in the gourd was far less concentrated than the Yuanmai in the Mirror Lake. With her cultivation in the Immortal Realm, she could hold on for a while longer.

Feeling the short blade in the stove gradually taking shape, she slowly closed her eyes and finally threw her head back.

The red-clothed monk released the fingers that blocked the little mouse's mouth and poured his energy into the alchemy furnace. The half-melted elixir was then completely immersed in the broken blade.

His timing was excellent, as if... he had saved the scene many times.