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

Chapter 119 Flame City on the Flame Mountain

She spent nine months refining the weapon this time, and the fine details were even more exhausting, and her energy and spirit were also drained away with it.

Yuan pulse struck the flesh and blood, breaking the upper limit of the body under severe pain. The moment she stepped into the heavenly realm, her hair seemed to have faded, with gray intertwined with black, mixed with a few white strands.

Jiang Su feels that the bald head is very handsome, so she doesn't look like a nineteen-year-old monk and will not be looked down upon!
"good."

She shopped for another full hour, and finally bought three sets of green clothes for herself, two sets of red clothes for the puppet, and a little tiger suit for Zaizi.

Thinking that Meng Hui was going to see his biological father after all, he simply went next door to pick out two more items.

"This Immortal Lord has a total of seven hundred and thirty middle-grade Yuan stones."

Jiang Su's mouth froze, and he took out his money bag. His hands couldn't stop shaking as he held the Yuan Stone. He quickly put it on the table and immediately turned around and walked towards the door.

"I knew it! It's so expensive. My cave money for a year is only 500 yuan of middle-grade Yuan stones."

It was getting late, and the two rushed to Huichun Hall.

"Meng Hui, let's go to the fifth floor and have a chat with the old man. After you find your biological father, you probably won't come back here. This can be regarded as saying goodbye to him."

Although the old man Wen Wenming always makes himself angry in a mean way, at least he is really nice to his kid.

The two of them went all the way to the fifth floor.

The bookkeeper felt Meng Hui's footsteps, his eyes widened in an instant, and he said with a smile, "Come back, come and sit next to grandpa. I have picked up several good story books in the past few days."

The little cub ran over with a smile, and the bear threw himself into the old man's arms. The grandfather and grandson were enjoying themselves.

"Grandpa, I'm going to find daddy later!"

The bookkeeper was startled and looked at the woman in green who was looking at them silently in the distance. She was particularly calm today.

He knew what it meant.

This is farewell.

The bookkeeper felt a little uncomfortable, as if he was being grabbed by something. Over the past year, he had become accustomed to the life of the little boy coming to read with him.

From time to time, a girl with a bad temper would come over and quarrel.

Keeping books for ten thousand years, being lonely for ten thousand years, how can you be happy for a lifetime?

The keeper held the cub in his left arms, rummaged through the things on his waist with his right hand, and finally placed a storage bag with frayed edges in his palm.

He said earnestly, "Hui Hui, these are some books that grandpa saved. They are all the types you like to read. I just hope that you can find the person you want and don't forget grandpa when you go home."

Hearing this, tears immediately appeared in the corners of the little boy's eyes, "Grandpa, I will never forget Grandpa!"

The old wrinkled hands gently wiped away his tears and coaxed, "Don't cry Hui Hui, grandpa is here on the fifth floor of Hui Chun Hall. If you miss grandpa, come back anytime. Grandpa is here."

"By the way, I still have a few magic weapons here, which I collected when I was young. Jiang Su, I'll give them all to you."

Jiang Su raised his brows slightly and said jokingly, "Old man, give it to me? I won't spit out the things that are in my hands."

The keeper covered the little boy's ears and said, "This child's father has abandoned his mother for many years. I wonder if there is any hidden secret. If he is a bad one, you can kill him. This will be considered as a return of protection."

The corner of Jiang Su's mouth couldn't help but twitch. This man was hiding his secrets and wanted to torture others to death.

"At most I can decide whether this person is his father. As for life and death, I will not interfere with the cause and effect and be involved."

The bookkeeper nodded, sighed, and said with relief, "That's fine. The kid either has a good father, or he doesn't have a father."

Jiang Su looked at him deeply.

Leave with the cub.

The next day.

Jiang Su stood at the door of the cave, holding a bamboo stick in one hand and looking through Bai Xiaosheng's recent news with the other hand.

"The secret realm is at the meeting point of the three sects - the Flame Mountain. It will be officially opened the day after tomorrow. If I want to use that magic weapon, I have to rush in on the first day, and the sooner the better."

"One day's journey is enough for today, just enough for a night's rest."

"Sass—" The sword wind swept past.

Jiang Su raised his head subconsciously.

I saw that Jiang Feng had taken off Qi Sha Tang's clothes today and changed into a dark blue dark patterned sleeves and round collar robe. He had a tall and straight figure, broad shoulders and narrow waist, and his whole body was like a sharp and fierce sword.

He stepped on his Sun Seizing Sword and made a sudden drifting stop at the entrance of the cave...

"You are really slow." Jiang Su sighed and threw the kid to the puppet.

Today, the red puppet also changed into a red robe with dark patterns. He was eight feet tall, and his muscular lines were still looming through the fabric. At this moment, he was stepping on a long knife that Jiang Su had made by himself.

The journey was long, and Jiang Su didn't think he had the strength to carry the baby all day. "Brother Puppet, don't let the kid fall."

The puppet in red put Meng Hui on his shoulders numbly, with the little boy's legs hanging on his chest.

"Sister, I will catch Brother Hong!"

Jiang Su chuckled lightly, "Okay."

"gone!"

Along the way, Jiang Su looked at the endless mountain of hundreds of thousands of mountains, and his heart seemed to be locked with a lock.

This is the reason why Shifangmen monks don’t leave the mountain easily.

If you don't have a tenacious Taoist heart, how can you keep walking without knowing where the ends of these fairy mountains are? Looking at the unchanging green pines, smoke and clouds, no matter how magnificent the scenery of mountains and rivers, is still a restraint.

There will be people who get lost in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

……

Sunset West Mountain.

"This is the City of Fire."

Jiang Feng pointed to the city with black iron walls not far away and said coldly.

This man didn't say a word on the way, and Jiang Su could already faintly feel his raging anger because he didn't go to the World Sect Competition.

You deserve it, you asked for it.

Jiang Su looked at the plaque above and said, "I'm not blind."

Jiang Feng looked gloomy and said coldly, "You'd better be."

"..."

I'm tired of looking at each other!

Jiang Su had already begun to worry that this person would be so angry that he would stab himself in the secret realm.

"Let's go, find an inn."

Several people entered the city together.

The city of Flame was buzzing with people, and everyone who walked by was a monk who was coming to participate in the secret realm this time.

A main road with shops on both sides, and various monk stalls beside the shop walls.

The shouts of hawkers kept coming and going, and it became even more noisy after using the amplification array.

"The Dongmulin family's black snake skins, fire fox skins, and various animal skins are sold cheaply, sold cheaply~"

"Today's special dish is food. If you meet the fate of heaven, you will get 300 pieces of middle-grade Yuanshi on a plate. Fellow Taoists who want to try their luck in the secret realm, don't miss it~"

"In the land of Middle Earth, a direct disciple of Wen Sheng, the Book Fairy's new book, a copy of five hundred pieces of middle-grade Yuanshi, including his own signature, this is the last one~"

Jiang Su rubbed his ears, and now he wanted to pierce his ears to be quiet.

A pair of fleshy little hands took the opportunity to tug on her sleeves.

"Huh?" Jiang Su looked at the little boy sitting on the puppet's shoulder.

I saw him looking intently at a vendor holding a book high.

"Want a book?" Jiang Su and others walked over.

Seeing the business coming, the bookseller was so enthusiastic, "I saw that some of them are book lovers. This time in China, ahem, I have something to do. Then, do you have any books written by the book fairy under the Wen Sage?" My interest was gone, so I bought two copies in total, one for myself and one for myself.”

This person was talking about the competition between the sects of the Middle Earth in a subtle way.

Jiang Su took the book. The content was not visible, and he could only look at the cover.

It was an extremely simple piece of pure blue writing with a few large characters written on it.

"General Fu, please stop being cruel. Madam has passed away." 》

"..." Jiang Su seemed to be petrified.

The personal disciple of Wen Sheng! Writing about this stuff?
The little boy took the book, his eyes sparkling with love, and he even sniffed it, "Sister, I want this book in Hui Hui."

Jiang Su sighed helplessly and took out the Yuan Stone, "Don't you have two copies? Sell me the other one too."

The bookseller hesitated for a while, then took it out and said, "If you like it so much, I can sell it to you. We are all people who like books. A total of one thousand middle-grade Yuan stones."

Jiang Su...Oh my God, I stole the money.