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

Chapter 222 Book Repair
Jiang Su was silent for a moment.

"You powerful people are really interesting. Maybe I can refine some talkative elixirs, and people who want to communicate with you normally will come to buy them."

Fang Zhe smiled and said, "I just don't want to talk to others."

"Intermittent silence? You are mentally ill." Jiang Su kept chatting, thinking that he would go to Biyutian to find the book fairy later, and it would be better to resolve Meng Huangliang's cold syndrome as soon as possible.

Fang Zhe actually nodded, "Yeah."

His heart disease is not that he is reticent, but that he loves to talk too much. He only talked to her.

Little medical practitioner...maybe I still don't understand something.

It's okay, take your time, he will wait until the day when the little doctor accepts him.

"Let's go to Biyutian. I have to get this Xuanshui Pill to Meng Huangliang as soon as possible. I will study it later whether she can take it or just use it as a demigod. Putting it in one place is enough to make Biyu The balance of yin and yang in the sky.”

When Jiang Su thought about this place, he couldn't help but think of the black land and sparse mountains where he lived until now.

"Her Bi Yutian, due to its location, will force the balance of yin and yang on her. Fortunately, the floating island does not have this problem... However, I should also give my floating island a name."

The girl stood up and walked out slowly. The monk in red followed naturally and listened to her thoughts.

Fang Zhe looked at his slightly scrawled courtyard and thought that he should add more flowers and plants.

"What is it called? The medical center still needs a name. Although it hasn't been built yet."

"When I was in the lower realm, the medical clinic I was in was called Yusu Tang, the medical clinic across the street was called Miaoshou Tang, and the one at Shifangmen here was called Huichun Tang. After going over and over, it boiled down to these words."

"Xianjie First People's Hospital?" she asked.

"What is that?" Fang turned back.

Jiang Su waved his hand, and the two of them flew towards the sea of ​​books with bamboo and wood sticks.

"It's nonsense, don't worry about it," she said.

"Sushou Tang?" he suggested.

"E'e'e has pink makeup and slender hands. It has nothing to do with medicine. You just plagiarized the name of another medical clinic! You can't do this, Fang Zhe." Jiang Su smiled and laughed like a silver bell, but he pretended A mature tone.

Fang Zhe just thought about it casually. After all, it was Jiang Su who was responsible for this kind of thing. He smiled lightly and said, "Well, it's really not my fault."

"Hey, there are also names for the floating island, the central lake, and each courtyard, pavilion, and pavilion. Let's wait for the results of Duhua and Qi Wan's house building."

Giving a name to the place that she has longed for for a long time is not a reward for her hard work during this period of time.

Thinking back to the time when he said he wanted to be the leader, Jiang Feng, that twisted and dark swordsman, immediately told himself that no medical immortal had ever appeared as the final leader in tens of thousands of years.

He also said that he wanted to take the floating island, and the man taunted him to wait for him to get the floating island and beg him.

"You should receive some red envelopes for your housewarming...Jiang Feng should get more."

Jiang Su muttered, and before they knew it, the two of them came to the sea of ​​books.

Fang Zhe took out a small canoe from his sleeve, touched the sea, and docked. The two of them boarded the canoe one after the other.

Today's sea of ​​books is still filled with white mist. The boat can only travel for half a stick of incense, and the direction can no longer be seen clearly.

"Can your boat determine Bi Yutian's position?" Jiang Su was actually not too worried.

"Yes, the wood of the canoe and the wooden body of the blue sky all come from a piece of wood of the Mysterious Valley Tree. If you wear it, you will not be lost. You will have the ability to find directions without refining it."

Jiang Su's eyes lit up, "Migu, that's a tree that existed in ancient times."

She immediately lay down on the edge of the boat and carefully rubbed the lines of the boat with her hands, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's really expensive, a good thing."

There was a commotion all around.

"Did you catch it? Why didn't the book take the bait today? Is my fishing rod not working?" "I haven't caught anything for a long time today, but I remember that every time I fished for a book, if it didn't come, it was probably because I had to catch it. Someone caught a wonderful book."

"Ah, ah, ah, then I'll just hold on, I can't go through all this hardship in vain. I feel like every piece of my flesh is bitter now."

"Alas, there is a road in the mountain of books, but there is no limit to the sea of ​​suffering. The suffering in the sea of ​​books is exactly what blocks our way."

Jiang Su finally saw clearly the group of fishing monks in the white mist. They were all dressed in brocade clothes and jade robes, with jade crowns on their heads, and they looked like handsome young men.

"It's a group of Confucian cultivators again. Why are they fishing for books here?" The number of people she came to see last time was no less than today.

"For the sake of Tao. The Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Sufferings contains bamboo slips and books from the upper world that are tens of millions of years old, and even from ancient times. Rather than saying they are Confucian cultivators, they are better called calligraphers."

Fang Zhe took out a bamboo fishing pole from his storage bag. There was only a long white linen hanging on the pole and a silver hook.

Passed it to Jiang Su, "You should try it too, it's quite interesting."

Jiang Su took it and imitated the way those people fished, flicking the fishing line and letting it fall naturally into the sea.

"Book cultivator, it sounds different from Confucianism cultivator."

"Yes, the book cultivators only specialize in books. They will be purer than the people from Hanshan Academy you met before. Basically, the book cultivators in the entire upper world live near the sea of ​​​​books." Fang Zhe said.

He gently raised his eyelids and looked at the girl's serious fishing expression through the dark gold mask. He traced the curled and long eyelashes, and the deep autumn ink color shimmered under his eyes.

Her eyes are always bright.

Jiang Su felt his pole sink, so he pulled the bamboo pole hard, stood up and tugged hard, "Why is the book so heavy? It must have been covered with mud for who knows how many years."

Fang Zhe took the initiative to step forward and hold her bamboo pole, his big hand touching hers.

"Wow--"

A thick book was lifted from the silver hook and landed on the canoe.

Jiang Su was very excited and eager to see the results of his blind draw.

"Let me see what kind of book this is!"

Jiang Su took the ancient book and looked through the contents. The first line of words was exactly the name of the book.

""A Collection of Paintings Burning with Anger""

"..."

???

"I remember that Hate Changsheng wrote a book called "A Collection of Paintings Burning with Desire". Wait, maybe the author of this book still hates Changsheng."

Jiang Su's impression of Hate Changsheng was that of Liu Beiwen, the author who traveled around the world and made money while doing things.

There is an essential difference between Hate Changsheng and Shuxian. What Shuxian writes are all nonsense books, while Hate Changsheng's writing has no plot. It is just words and pictures, more like a secret book.

"There should also be a record of immortal fire in this book. I haven't obtained the immortal fire yet. The first person in the two medical elixirs does not have immortal fire, which sounds a bit shabby."

The girl muttered, and quickly glanced at the first few pages. Sure enough, there was content about fairy fire, and then immediately opened the back pages. Her arms felt like they were filled with lead, with difficulty and caution.

"Shua——" He exerted force suddenly.

After seeing the contents clearly, she immediately closed the book. Unexpectedly, her face was red and her ears seemed to be touched with cinnabar.

"It's too much to hate immortality..."

"Why are you so angry...referring to Ace's love? How many monks in this world carry whips and candles with them!!!"

(End of this chapter)