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

Chapter 223 Burning with Anger Large Painting Album

"and many more……"

Jiang Su suddenly stopped screaming in his heart and reopened the scene of the dripping wax.

I saw that this person not only drew action sequences, but also explained in detail the different functions of each candle and the various candle lights!

There must be a connection between candlelight and fairy fire!

Jiang Su carefully flipped through the slightly shabby ancient book in his hand, subconsciously ignoring the indescribable content that would be reviewed, and only picked up the position of the candles and candlelight to read.

There are more than 50 kinds of candles and candle flames written in detail, including the methods of making candles, the materials required, the effects of the formed candle flames, and the specific conditions of the flames.

"Cold water cold candle, use pine from the underground cold abyss, take pine oil and boil it at low temperature, cold water grass core, condense and shape. The fire of water cold is generated, and the yin and yang can be controlled at will."

"It's a bit amazing here. A candle has both yin and yang. The flame can even control the hot and cold temperatures. It's Hanyuan...how can there be pine trees growing there?"

Jiang Su continued to look at the next one.

"The Immortal Corpse Candle is made by taking the corpse of an immortal seven days after his death and refining human oil. The immortal bones are crushed and condensed into threads to make the immortal bone wick. The resulting fire is called the Immortal Corpse Fire. It can easily smelt the immortal body regardless of realm."

"Note: Before death, an immortal should be free from the eight sufferings, the seven emotions, and the six desires. Only by being willing to die can it be effective."

"..."

Jiang Su couldn't help but feel a chill in his back, and goosebumps appeared on his arms. He bared his teeth and murmured, "True evil nature, this is a book about hating immortality."

Out of some uneasiness, Jiang Su turned back to the first page again. Under the large painting album of burning with anger, there were clearly written three characters "Hate Immortality".

"Hate immortality...Why do you hate immortality?"

Jiang Su's aversion to cold did not diminish. He turned around and saw Fang Zhe sitting next to him from the opposite side at some point. He subconsciously moved closer to the yang-y sword cultivator.

"Fang Zhe, lend me some yang energy."

She said casually and returned to reading.

The speed of the boat for the two of them gradually slowed down. The rare wind and waves on the bitter sea made the boat sway slightly. Swaying on the sea was very risky. Fang Zhe raised his hand and quietly put his arm on the edge of the boat behind the girl, protecting her from an unexpected person. Be careful of falling into the water.

He accidentally scanned the contents of the book.

"..."

His throat moved slightly, and he immediately turned his head to look at the white mist in the distance.

The contents of the candles in the album are all in the corners, and the main images are still entangled like pythons.

At some point, his breathing became a little heavier.

Fang Zhe murmured in his heart, "The books about Hate Immortality have always been like this. Maybe the little doctor likes the painting skills of Hate Immortality more."

Jiang Su: I’m reading the text! I didn’t consider this person a painter! I regarded him as Meng Huangliang’s colleague!

"Golden lotus candle, take the petals of the golden lotus from the body of the Buddha, or nine ordinary golden lotus flowers, boil the flower slurry, add bamboo juice, green pine oil, boil the oil, and finally use silver wire that has been refined for a hundred times to make a thread and burn it. It can create a golden lotus of good fortune. In the fire, you can see the creation of life."

Jiang Su frowned and rubbed the sandy surface of the paper with his fingers, "Golden Lotus Fire, observing nature. This thing sounds like it is not an ability that ordinary immortals can have. How on earth does this hateful longevity know this."

Fang Zhe's response came from behind, "In the upper world, I heard that no one has ever really seen the Hatred Immortal. The contents in its book are based on mystery and weirdness, and are superficial and joyful. Although some people are I don’t want to believe it, but everyone who follows his book has never complained about Changsheng’s deception.”

Jiang Su nodded and pointed to the candle in the corner of the next screen, "I see, he hates immortality... he is a very interesting person."

"..."

Jiang Su suddenly made a move, turned his head to the side with a slightly stiff neck, stared blankly at this person, and closed the book with a "swish" sound.

"Well, do you believe me when I say I'm reading serious content?" Jiang Su asked dryly. Fang Zhe curled his lips and smiled, "I said, Mysterious and Strange is true. His main content is about the strange and strange things in the world of cultivation. I guess Susu is reading about those."

"Yes, it is."

Jiang Su exhaled a deep breath, put away the book, raised his head and looked at Bi Yutian who was not far away, "Can we fly there now?"

"Yes." He said.

"Okay, let's go up then!"

The two of them boarded Biyutian one after another.

The road in the bamboo forest was familiar enough to Jiang Su. Seeing that the door of the bookstore was open, she still knocked symbolically and shouted, "Book Fairy, we are here."

A communication talisman burned on the fingertips.

After a breath, a gentle female voice came, "Susu, you're here, come in quickly, I'm still in the pavilion."

Jiang Su stepped into the door unceremoniously, and the book mansion was filled with thick white fog again. "Fang Zhe, please take me there. I can still walk through the bamboo forest. There is white fog in her mansion." , I became dizzy."

"it is good."

The girl took the initiative to pull the sleeve of the red monk and slowed him down half a step towards the pavilion.

In the square pavilion.

The lotus-purple long skirt is dragging on the ground. The woman has a graceful figure and picturesque eyebrows. Every frown and every frown seems to be a different style.

In front of Meng Huangliang was the little boy who was standing obediently. She was combing the hair on the little boy's hair.

"Meng Hui, your hair isn't very long?"

Jiang Su walked towards the two of them with a smile. As he got closer, he found a male cultivator in a silver-white brocade robe standing under the pillars of the square pavilion. He had white hair, wore a mask, and was holding a tea set in his hand.

Sikong is still here...it seems like he is really a puppet.

Retribution.

When Meng Huangliang saw Jiang Su and his junior brother coming, he quickly and enthusiastically scanned the seat opposite the square table, "You are here, sit down quickly."

When the little boy saw the sister he had been thinking about for a long time, his big eyes turned around and blinked, with unconcealable joy in his eyes.

The little boy dangled his red hair tied with little pulls on both sides of his head. He was so cute and cute, and said in a sweet voice, "Sister, you are here! My second uncle is here too!"

"Well, I'm here," she said.

"Yeah." Fang Zhe said.

Jiang Su couldn't help but pinched Zaizi's little clasp again, "Didn't I always tie up one piece before? Why are there two symmetrical ones this time?"

Meng Hui looked like a small Nezha.

Meng Huangliang had a smile on his lips and said warmly, "I also noticed that his hair has not grown very long recently. I was worried that one hair was tied too tightly, so I changed it to two hairs."

Jiang Su and Fang Zhe sat down one after another.

The girl in green took out the small wooden box from the storage bracelet, put it on the table, and pushed it in front of the book fairy, with a calm attitude, "This is the Xuanshui Pill, a demigod's product, which can replace the cold poison in your body. An extremely yin thing that balances the yin and yang of the sky. How do you use it?"

Meng Huangliang was startled, then he took the wooden box with a slightly hesitant movement, opened it and looked at the dark elixir without saying a word for a long time.

　(Thanks to hkle, 13921133789, Douhua Meow Meow is so beautiful, cats, birthday cakes, wild geese flying in the sky, Coca-Cola chicken wings with rice, Nanxi~virginia1234, Yu Qi is so cowardly, Xue Ran Qingchen, several Taoist friends recommended votes!)
　　(End of this chapter)