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

Chapter 178 Watching the literary society die
The surrounding mountains of corpses and sea of ​​blood suddenly dissipated.

Jiang Su knelt on the ground, looking at the separation of the two people in the sea of ​​blood, feeling unable to calm down in his heart for a long time.

In the darkness, a bright light lit up.

The monk in red picked up the candle dragon lantern and walked to her side, "Susu, it's over."

Only then did Jiang Su see clearly that he was sitting on his knees in the dirt, and his hands were holding a wooden box, with dirt between his fingers.

"Sure enough, even the stone tower is part of the illusion. This Shang Lingxiao...is really well-calculated."

She opened the wooden box and saw a jade ring inside. It was clean and clear, and the blood stains she had seen in the illusion had long been gone.

"Shang Feng and Jiang Feng are so similar. They look alike, have similar personalities, and use similar swordsmanship. Forget it, let's go back and test it out. If he is Shang Feng, I'll give this to him."

Jiang Sugang was about to get up, but found that there was still silver light shining in the soil, and reached out to dig again.

It's... Guanghan Sword.

Jiang Su held the rusty silver sword in his hands with mixed feelings in his heart, "This is what I am."

"Bah, I'm not a thing."

"..."

"I am something...I love don't I!"

Jiang Su took out his sword and dug through the soil with his hands. When he found that there was nothing there, he stood up and threw a few Jing Sheng Jue on him.

Fang Zhe took the initiative to take the wooden box and sword, "Can you see the road clearly now?"

Jiang Su held up a lantern and shone it in the distance. This time there was no one blocking the way. "Yes, let's go and see where this place is."

She put the wooden box and the Guanghan Sword into the storage bracelet, strode forward, holding on to the sleeves of the red monk, and walked forward slowly.

Neither of them spoke.

The illusion is like a dream. No matter how much time passes in it, in the real world, it is only a moment.

This dream was longer than every other dream. Sometimes even Jiang Su thought that he had really become a sword spirit, accompanying the sword cultivator in white with the clear breeze and bright moon from being ruthless to being sentimental.

"Fang Zhe, do you think Jiang Xu was a little weird? His attitude toward Shang Lingxiao was obvious at the beginning, but in the end, it seemed that the two of them had a deep relationship..."

Jiang Su pulled his sleeves and chattered endlessly, recalling the past in the fantasy world, always feeling that there were many things to criticize.

Fang Zhe listened to her carefully and said "hmm" from time to time, "Actually, Jiang Xu has a pharmacy."

"what?"

"They are all golden sore medicines and hemostatic medicines."

Jiang Su was startled. She remembered that the hemostatic medicine used by Shang Lingxiao was very effective. It would have taken a lot of time and effort to develop it for her, a medical fairy in the upper world, to make such an evaluation.

"Those medicines that are out of your reach?" she asked.

Fang Zhe shook his head, "No, that's why Shang Lingxiao doesn't know the existence of these things."

She is a sword cultivator, and her duty is to protect Yaowang Mountain. She must be accompanied by wounds from swords in this life, so he has developed from ordinary hemostatic drugs to hemostatic drugs that even medical immortals will be amazed by.

There are thousands of diseases in this world, and they are inevitable, but he hopes she can suffer less.

"Oh, I'm so convinced. It's so uncomfortable to see the affection and love of people like them. Don't look for me in this kind of fantasy. Is there anything in me that is worth empathizing with them?"

"I don't feel broken like Zhang Yingyue and Shang Lingxiao. I only feel bankrupt after losing money."

The two of them walked together until the forest in front of them became sparse, the sun scattered on their bodies, and even their clothes were warm.

Jiang Su paused in his steps, his expression changed instantly when he saw the scene in front of him, and his voice was extremely cold.

"Fang Zhe, I need an explanation." In front of him was an endless stretch of dead woods, and these dead trees were covered with chess pieces.

In other words... this is the chess forest, only a few miles away from the dark dense forest just now.

A chess fairy said he didn’t know where this place was.

The breeze rustled, and the chess pieces clattered to the ground.

"Susu, I'm blind."

"..."

"Okay, okay, get busy. I'm going back now. I want to see how Liu Yunqing is doing in the ring!"

Jiang Su was suffocating in her heart. She already knew how to get back to Wanzong Island. She didn't need this person to lead the way. She stepped on a bamboo stick and returned to the inn in just one stick of incense.

Just as she was about to go upstairs to find someone, she glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw a certain swordsman in black clothes and high ponytail. He was holding a book in his hand and was sitting in the corner of the lobby on the first floor, reading diligently.

At noon, the first floor was almost full of monks.

Jiang Su walked quickly to the man's side, pulled out the stool and sat down. Before Jiang Feng could raise his head, he directly pressed the book to read the content on it, cleared his throat, and spoke in a straight and clear tone,
"Woman, you asked for this. I gave you a chance. Murong Xue's eyes were red and she pinched Shangguan Yan's slender waist..."

The lobby suddenly fell silent, leaving only the clear sound of the girl reading aloud.

Jiang Feng suddenly realized that there was a narration in the book he was reading. He was wondering, thinking that he had cultivated the heart sound. He turned his head slightly and saw someone's familiar face.

He was stunned, then with a gloomy face and fierce eyes, he gritted his teeth and said, "Jiang Su, what are you doing!"

He took out his notebook and closed it as quickly as possible.

Jiang Su took the opportunity to scan the cover of the storybook, ""It is forbidden to terminate the contract, Murong Jianxian knelt down and coaxed her." Okay, you like Bai Xiaosheng's books so much, they dare to write about Murong Xue, but you dare to read it."

Jiang Feng sneered coldly and said disdainfully, "Why don't I dare to read Murong Xue's book? Who is not a sword cultivator?"

"Good good."

Jiang Su leaned close to his ear and lowered his voice, "There are some exciting things, do you want to watch them?"

Jiang Feng's expression was subtle, he stayed away from her, glanced up and down, and criticized with disgust, "I don't read books about people who hate immortality."

? What's your look? Do you think I am reading Liu Beiwen?
Jiang Su suppressed the anger in his heart and tugged on his sleeves, "Let's go, there are some important things, go upstairs."

Jiang Feng was a little impatient, but followed her.

The shopkeeper and the waiter got together, and when they saw them going up, they whispered, "Will you bring water this time?"

"How about giving some away? Last time, the monk in red looked at Zhuang and came down to ask for it not long after. In our line of work, we have to watch all directions and listen to all directions. Did they just mention that they hate immortality? ”

"Okay, then I'll go get ready."

……

Jiang Su pushed the door open and found that the monk in red had returned first and put on a mask.

"It's pretty fast. It seems you can still find a way." She said.

Jiang Feng was confused and sat at the Sifang table, "Tell me what's going on."

Fang Zhe saw that she was angry, so he stood aside, made tea and poured water, then silently opened the door and went downstairs.

Jiang Su sat directly opposite him, with a straight face and said extremely seriously, "Is that you Shang Feng?"

Jiang Feng's movement of squeezing the tea cup froze, and he looked up at her, his eyes sinister and cold, and he said threateningly, "Who told you that."

? What an attitude.

Your mother said, please be satisfied.