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

Chapter 247 Mingming, you are still too young
Wang Minglang: I don’t know who it was that just pointed a scary black knife at others.

Who was it that chopped off my head just now and shattered the cervical vertebrae into slag?

Who was it that scared my gentle, quiet, sunny, kind and filial good son out of his wits?

"What's wrong? Why don't you speak?" Jiang Su asked confused.

"Immortal Lord, my tongue may not be working properly." Wang Mingliang explained hard, trying to get rid of this problem.

Jiang Suqi grabbed his hair roughly, lifted his head, and pinched his cheeks, "Huh? It's okay. It's light red with thin white coating. You're quite healthy."

Wang Minglang laughed, "Yeah..."

"Okay, it doesn't matter. How to get to Cangzhou?" Jiang Su put his head on the blade again.

"The Immortal Lord is going to Cangzhou? Aren't you going to the Northern Territory?"

Jiang Su glanced at him coldly, "Don't ask so many questions, just tell me where it is."

"Going south from Yuzhou City, Cangzhou is in the middle region, and the Canglong River flows from the middle region to the west of the south region, which is the Qinghe area. Immortal Lord, we are going in the completely opposite direction now."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Su directly changed direction, made a seal with his fingertips, and suddenly accelerated the heavy sword to break through the oncoming cold wind.

One day later.

Jiang Su heard the sound of rushing water.

At this moment, except for herself, there was no middle-aged man's head on her knife. Instead, there was a goose-yellow chicken.

"Lao Deng, please stop talking in the future."

The little chicken made a kind and mature voice like an elder, "Okay, Fairy Lord."

"..."

It’s so divisive.

Jiang Su turned the black and heavy sword and gradually flew downward from the high altitude. As expected, what he saw was a turbid and rushing river with all kinds of things floating in the river.

There are bricks and tiles, dead branches and leaves, tattered pieces of cloth, as well as long-corroded wooden beds with sagging edges, tables with missing arms and legs, and... people with missing arms and legs.

Jiang Su took a glance and saw that there were no people on this section of the river, so he brought the heavy knife close to the river and lifted out the man with the broken arm with one hand.

She picked a relatively high position not far away and threw the person over.

"Cough cough cough-"

Perhaps the impact when he landed was not too light. The unconscious man coughed up the water in his lungs, lay on the damp soil, and opened his eyes blankly.

This is a woman, but she is dressed like a boy, and her hair is cut short beyond her ears. Among ordinary people, she looks really strange.

"I, I... I'm still alive." She looked at the sky and did not get up immediately. When she heard the footsteps above her head, she endured the pain and struggled to sit up with her remaining right hand.

Jiang Su stepped on the only spot covered with dry leaves on the high ground, looking down at the man calmly.

The woman opened her mouth and wanted to speak, but she noticed that Jiang Su was carrying a heavy black sword that was taller than anyone else on her back. She swallowed nervously, "Yes... yes, Mr. Xianjun?" "

Jiang Su didn't reply.

Scanning the high ground that had been submerged for dozens of feet in just a few breaths, he frowned slightly.

This mortal will still die if he stays here.

"Do you want to become an immortal?" the woman in green suddenly said.

With just these words, this mortal woman understood clearly that this was the Immortal King!

His green clothes are spotless, his eyes are cold and distant, and he has a figure and temperament of pine and bamboo. He is ethereal. Such a person should have come from the sky. She thought that she had met an immortal when she was about to die, and she quickly knelt down and kowtowed, saying anxiously, "Think about it! I want to become an immortal! The little girl's surname is Shen, and her name is Xiangwen. She was saved by the Immortal Lord this time, and she is willing to follow the Immortal Lord in this life, and for The Immortal Lord will go through fire and water without hesitation!”

Jiang Su didn't say anything. He closed his eyes and sensed the place with the strongest spiritual energy within a few hundred miles. He opened it again, picked up the woman's clothes and carried her to that place.

It is a mountain forest that has not been affected by floods.

If your guess is correct, there is a fairy gate on this mountain that lives in seclusion, so when this area suffers from floods, this mountain can be kept safe and sound.

There is a barrier in the fairy mountain that mortals cannot see or touch. In their eyes, this place is already a vast mess.

Jiang Su threw her to the ground again and said calmly, "You are lucky. You survived the catastrophe. You have some immortality in your body and can open your spiritual orifices. The Immortal Family Sect is in the mountains. If you can find it, you can step into the path of cultivating immortals." I can't find the road... It's none of my business to live or die of hunger."

After saying this, Jiang Su turned around and left. Before this mortal woman could say words of gratitude and awe, she was no longer visible.

Shen Xiangwen looked at the direction in which the woman in green clothes left, and was stunned for a long time. Finally, she knelt down respectfully, kowtowed three times, and murmured, "Thank you Immortal Lord for saving my life. One day, Xiangwen will definitely get married." Take the ring to repay this kindness."

She turned around, looked at the endless mountain road and dense forest, calmed down, and walked deeper step by step.

……

"The Immortal Lord is really kind-hearted. He will save a mortal when he passes by. Only then can he judge the heart of a gentleman with the heart of a villain."

The little yellow chicken stood on the angular and thin shoulders of the woman in green, shook his down respectfully, and bowed.

Jiang Su stepped on the heavy sword and walked against the river water to control the air.

She twitched the corners of her lips and sneered, "That person has a destiny, and she won't die if I don't save her."

The little yellow chicken tilted his head, "Then why would the Immortal Lord take action?"

"Her hair and clothes were extremely inconsistent with the aura around her. She must have been born in a rich or noble family. I thought she might have some precious gold, silver, spiritual stones or other things that had escaped her, so I rescued her and sent her to the Immortal Sect. Those things were gone. Yes, she might give it to me, I don’t think her pocket is cleaner than her face.”

Jiang Su sighed with regret, as if he had suffered a big loss if he didn't receive the thank you money from others.

"..."

Wang Minglang couldn't hold back and asked what he had been doubting, "Immortal Lord... Why do I feel that you love money... Shouldn't all those who practice Taoism be free from desires, stay away from the world, and get rid of the worldly affairs?"

Jiang Su said calmly with no expression on his face, "I just love money. It's a monk's business to be pure and celibate. It has nothing to do with me."

"But won't this kind of thinking affect your practice?"

All the monks Wang Mingliang had met, including his master Zhang Xi who learned the bloodthirsty sword, and several national masters enshrined by Jing Chao, all had an attitude of looking down on the secular world and wholeheartedly seeking the Tao.

How could anyone like this person be so focused on seeking wealth...

Jiang Su seemed to have heard some big joke, and sneered coldly, with disdain on his face, "It affects your practice? Haha."

She ascended to heaven at the age of fifteen. Did she affect her spiritual practice?

In the upper realm, except for the second-generation cultivators, who in the upper realm is not an old man or an old lady based on their age?
"Ming Ming, you are still too young. Cultivation depends on your talent. Don't compare others with me. If they know this, they will fight for the ground with their heads in shame and anger."

"..."

Wang Minglang: You are so immodest. They are ashamed and angry, but you are not ashamed at all.

"Oh, by the way, I know what you must be thinking about those monks enshrined in the imperial court. I can tell you clearly that they are all just pretending. People who really give up their worldly fame and fortune will not put themselves in the storm of fame and fortune. in the eyes."

"Those monks who are willing to be sent by mortals, how can they be pure-hearted? They are waiting for the strong wind to blow on them and blow them high."

"The bustle in the world is all for profit, and the hustle and bustle in the world is all for profit. Monks are just mortals who have access to spiritual acupoints and have the ability to move mountains and reclaim seas."

"If you don't regard monks as human beings, then on your path to becoming an immortal, I dare to conclude that you won't become an immortal until you die three times."

Jiang Su sighed, looking at the land he finally saw and the fields full of mourners, pretending to be mature, "Mingming, you are still too young, it's time for the old cucumber to get some green paint."