Jiang Su had a cold face, thinking about the expressions of those crooked mouths, and naturally hooked the corners of his lips, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and he smiled at the shopkeeper.

Shop small two???

"Kid, you have a cramp in your face???"

Jiang Su put away her sword and waved her sleeves at the shopkeeper, while she poured spiritual power into the storage bag.

Suddenly, before she could wait for the spirit stone to be poured out by her.

"Whoosh-"

A long knife with black and red stripes flew from a distance and plunged straight into the eaves of the store, and the blade just stuck the neck of the shopkeeper.

Jiang Su sniffed lightly on the tip of his nose, noticed a familiar breath, and the hand that took out the money stiffened, and looked back at dusk.

The eyebrows are sparse, and the eyes are in the snow at night.

A monk was wearing a red embroidered gold-patterned robe, a gold crown on his head, and a jade silk wrapped around his waist, nine feet tall, with a sturdy figure and a steady step, and was slowly walking towards her.

“……”

It's not ...... Long hair version square fold ?!!

The red-clothed monk walked up to Jiang Su's side, staring closely at the monk who was stuck in the neck by his own knife, and he asked in a cold voice, "You said that your magic weapon was refined by the elders of the Infernal Sect?"

He took the magic weapon in the man's hand, carefully swept every inch of the lines, and tossed the weight with his hand.

Then he swept towards the shopkeeper again, and said coldly: "The workmanship is rough, the place where the spirit is hidden, the formation is blurred, it's just a waste." Which Infernal Sect elder are you talking about, and report his name to me. ”

The shopkeeper's legs were trembling for a long time, and at this moment, he was stared at and questioned, and he was even more hesitant and didn't dare to speak.

"Don't say it?"

The Cardinal raised his hand slowly, and the knife inserted into the door frame began to shake slightly, and with a "whoosh-" sound, it flew back into his hand.

"I say! I say! The shopkeeper suddenly knelt on the ground, and the magic weapon in his hand also fell to the ground, he bowed down and trembled and said, "No...... It's not that the elders of your sect have refined, it's just a foundation building disciple of your sect, and he has been lucky enough to refine a medium-grade magic weapon...... Spare us, we know that we are wrong. ”

After that, the shopkeeper began to kowtow to Fang.

Jiang Su saw this scene, and suddenly remembered that when he first entered this strange world, the pair of cheap fathers and mothers who had died a long time ago.

Then...... That's how her mother kowtowed and begged a monk......

"Oh yes...... Wang Jia still has a grudge, I almost forgot about it. Before I entered here, the Qi family was about to be wiped out, and I don't know what happened outside now that five years have passed. ”

Jiang Su's eyes were lowered, her day here was very real, she seemed to be living as a real Wang Jia.

If she hadn't remembered clearly that she was Jiang Su, and her mind was full of medical advice and didn't fake, it would have been really easy to be bewitched.

Throughout the ages, there have been not only many monks who have been trapped in the secret realm of illusion, lost their Dao heart, and could not extricate themselves, and after their lives were exhausted, they fell into it.

"How are you?" Suddenly the voice of an old friend came to my ears.

Jiang Su looked back at the past and naturally returned: "Naturally, it's fine."

Suddenly remembering that she was now the sword cultivator Wang Jia, she hugged the sword again, bowed slightly, and thanked: "Thank you for your help."

Fang Zhen's eyes were dark and deep, and he looked at her very deeply.

"It's okay, this person is taking the name of the elder for profit, and I should deal with it as a young master."

Jiang Su listened to this person's fluent words, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh in his heart when he couldn't help but compare it with the slow and stumbling Fang Folds who spoke slowly before.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing this, the cardinal monk asked puzzled, he had never seen anyone he had saved, and there were so many expressions on his face.

The next moment, Jiang Su suddenly tugged at the corners of his mouth. The smile is clear, and the voice is innocent and childlike, a little well-behaved and lovely: "Eh, young master, can I not go to you to teach the knife technique?"

Fang Zhen squinted slightly, with a slight gaze on his face.

Jiang Su blinked calmly under Shen Shi's gaze.

The appearance of Wang Jia she is using now, she is still dressed like a little boy, and she can't guess what kind of image she has in the heart of this old friend.

"But...... I really can't be afraid of Fang Fold's face...... No matter how straight he faces, he can't scare me! ”

Fang Zhe also seemed to be puzzled by the child's attitude towards him, and he asked, "Why do you want to learn the knife technique?" You're carrying a sword, so you should learn how to do it. ”

Jiang Su had already thought about how he would answer if someone asked him this,

Hearing this, she reversed the sword as tall as herself and put it on her shoulder, and there were starry spots in her eyes.

"Look! This sword is as big as mine, where can a sword cultivator not be able to swing his sword?! I think the knife technique is good, the knife technique of Infernal Teachings opens and closes, and between raising your hand and waving the knife, you can split the mountain! Shake the sea! ”

"Everyone says that the sword is a gentleman's soldier! I'm going to be a fierce and resolute gentleman! ”

"Hey, young master, you won't be unable to be this master, right?!"

Jiang Su is dressed as a "little boy", the corners of his red lips are slightly upturned, and his eyes are cold and sharp from those of children, and he looks particularly wise and intelligent.

When she was coquettish, she was a girl, but when she talked about the Tao, she was a high-spirited teenager.

Fang Zhen felt a little strange in his heart, it was an inexplicable sense of familiarity that he couldn't explain. From the first time he saw the child, he felt as if he knew him.

"Come with me."

He stared at these bright and clear eyes, and could not say no.

The cardinal grabbed the black-clothed boy by the collar behind his neck and carried him like a chicken, and then disappeared into the market.

Jiang Su was stuck in her throat, her face was red, and she desperately pulled the collar under her neck, trying to find a breath of unobstructed air.

"Original...... The habit of catching people comes from here. ”

"I really...... cough cough cough ......"

Speechless.

After two breaths.

The strength behind her neck suddenly disappeared, and with it the weightlessness on her body, and she fell steadily to the ground.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem!!"

The black-clothed young man bowed his back, kept pounding his chest, and gasped for breath. Then he sat on the ground and spread his legs, "No, you almost exhausted me to death, really ......"

"You can't...... There are some ...... about the young and young children Affection. ”

Jiang Su's body is weaker than that of fifteen-year-old Jiang Su, and he is a young boy who has just entered the Tao.

Fang Zhi didn't answer, squatted down, looked at the young man who was like a little quail, and suddenly spoke: "Are you a demon clan?"

"Huh?" Jiang Su was stunned, frowned slightly, and pouted, "What do you mean?" Am I not? I am human, pure human! ”

The red-clothed monk bowed his head slightly, rested his hand on his chin, and pondered for a moment, "Then why are you as noisy as the white goose we raised." ”

“……”

Okay, you don't like me talking a lot, okay, Fang Zhe, you wait for me to go out, I must take the gong and beat it in your ear every day!

Knock you!

The little boy tugged at the corners of his mouth, the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, and an eerie smoke gradually surfaced around him.

Fang Zhi swept the spiritual power around him, and pulled out his saber disapprovingly, and the sword wind whistled, blowing away the darkness around the little boy.

"Why do you have the poison of the Judge?"

Jiang Su stood up disapprovingly and patted the ash on his buttocks, "Because he is my father-in-law, this is prepared for me to protect me." If I'm happy, I'll hear that there will be smoke all around me. ”

Hearing this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at the little boy expectantly, and said in an extremely old-fashioned and calm tone: "You, happy one."

“……”

I'm having fun.

"Huh."

Jiang Su can be regarded as knowing now, Fang Fold is still the same Fang Fold , in addition to the language system reply in his brain, he is still the strange him in his bones.

Jiang Su turned his back and looked around at the entire Infernal Sect building.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, a big hand suddenly pressed on her shoulder.

Jiang Su turned his head sharply.

"Do what?"

"Laugh one, I want to see colored smoke."

“……”