After the awakening of the sick doctor, there are many evil friends

Chapter 421: Five Years in Illusion
Jiang Su couldn't help feeling sick to his stomach after hearing this man's tone.

She pushed down the sour water that came up in her esophagus and muttered in a milky voice: "Wang Jia."

"Oh~, but now your biological parents are gone, and you are left with me as your adoptive father. How about your adoptive father giving you another name?"

The Poison Judge's eyes narrowed into slits. Although there wasn't much flesh on his face, his obsessed expression made him look like a prairie dog poking his head in the ground.
Jiang Su really didn't know Wang Jia's alias. Her curiosity suddenly aroused, and she said in a nasal voice: "Yeah."

Judge Poison was even more elated now.

"Let me think about it, good girl, I will tell you. My adoptive father's surname is Yan, and my given name is Hui. Your master's wife, my surname is Yan, and my first name is Yuexi. Therefore, the people in our Lanyue Valley branch all have the surname Yan. The one who recorded the genealogy of the disciples.”

Jiang Su: "Fortunately, I am my father's biological child, and my surname is Jiang!"

"What are you talking about... You are a little girl, so you must play it nicer. If you record it on the music score, future generations will recite it more often."

Judge Poison slowed down, lifted the doll from his arms, and carefully looked at her eyes, which were now full of rain, and her face was soft and pink.

He subconsciously pinched her little face with his hand.

There was a feeling almost like touching tofu on the fingertips.

"So soft..."

At this time, an idea flashed in Judge Poison's mind, and he looked at her with bright eyes, and said happily: "Why don't we call her Yanxuan! The word "円" means soft and beautiful, and that's what a little girl should be like!"

As he spoke, Judge Poison gently took the little girl's hand, spread her palm out, and traced the strokes on her palm with his fingertips.

Jiang Su frowned slightly. At Wang Jia's current age, he should not be able to recognize the strokes and meaning of this character.

But Jiang Su knows him!
The word "円" has the same pronunciation as the word "soft". Isn't this the little senior sister's natal magic weapon, the "円" of the black sword? ! !
Thinking of this, Jiang Su missed his little senior sister even more.

She always felt that every moment when the little senior sister was not around, she seemed to be able to think of the little senior sister herself from the things around her.

That elegant swordsman in white clothes...

The one who holds a sharp blade but is compassionate...the little senior sister.

……

Time flies by like a horse.

It has been five years since Jiang Su was brought to Lanyue Valley by Yan Hui.

In the past five years, in order to maintain Wang Jia's character image and Tao!

She actually took the wooden sword in the warehouse and learned the sword technique from the old and scattered sword manuals.At first she didn't want to. After all, she had been a medical practitioner for more than ten years, sitting in front of the alchemy furnace all day, playing with medicinal materials and reading medical books, and her life was like a fish in water.

But...she has to be Wang Jia!What if it doesn't match reality, is this environment a secret realm or something, and it just collapses? !

Moreover, Jiang Su did not delay his medical skills.

What Judge Poison said earlier in the Arhat Hall of Zhenmo Temple was true. His father, Jiang Shuiliu, and his master's wife, Yan Yuexi, were indeed taught by the same medical school.

She had basically read many of the contents in medical books at home, and many of them were even exactly the same as the medical books she had memorized before.

On the surface, she told the Poison Judge that she had no interest or talent in the art of medicine and poisoning, and even deliberately blew up the furnace ten times a day to make him angry. In fact, she secretly had all the knowledge about medicine and poisoning in her head. inside.

As for most of the time, she was studying swordsmanship on her own.

The sword manuals in the Lanyue Valley warehouse are all incomplete, and there is no way to connect them together into a classic book for monks to get started.

Jiang Su learned a style called Mi Ta.

Swinging the wooden sword towards the lake, she felt a little handsome. "It's good to practice swordsmanship... It's almost time for me to sneak out of the valley and steal a master."

Yesterday, the Poison Judge called nine-year-old Wang Jia to his side and earnestly persuaded her again and again to let her learn poisoning. Even if she didn't want to, she could also study medicine!
Unexpectedly, she refused outright!
Judge Poison finally gave in and reluctantly gave her a set of instructions for entering and exiting Lanyue Valley. He also threw an extremely delicate storage bag to her, which contained at least [-] high-grade spiritual stones.

He secretly told her that she could go out of the valley to learn swordsmanship from a master and learn whatever she wanted.

So today...

A nine-year-old girl dressed in black, holding a wooden sword in her arms, embarked on the road to Wujian Cult.

"I remember Wang Jia said at the time that her swordsmanship was learned from the swordsmanship. The wide opening, closing and relaxing of the swordsmanship were all derived from the swordsmanship taught by Wu Jian."

Jiang Su narrowed his eyes slightly, with a faint look of expectation on his face.

"Wu Jian Jiao, that's quite a trick! My old friend, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

Thinking of this, Jiang Su's pace gradually quickened.

"Maybe we can still see Qian Zhe's arrogant and arrogant appearance when he was the young master. I'm looking forward to it."

Lanyue Valley is not far from the location of Wujianjiao.

They are all located near the most prosperous capital city in the Eastern Region. However, Wujian Sect is in the capital city, and Lan Yue Valley is deep in the mountains. There are obstacles that no one can find.

The name of this capital city has been changed dozens of times over the past hundred years. Due to the distance, the dynasties of the Middle-earth dynasty are not under the jurisdiction of this place. They have to fight a war every ten years, and every time the capital city has to change its name.

Now this place is called Yecheng.

Jiang Su was holding a wooden sword as tall as her body in her hand.

In order for her to achieve the essence of playing a sword cultivator, now her hand would almost never leave the wooden sword.

Even the clothes were changed into black linen clothes, and the extremely rich Poison Judge was specially asked to dig out the tattered clothes from the old warehouse with difficulty.

As soon as we entered Yecheng, the surrounding atmosphere became lively. The shops on both sides of the road were shouting at each other, and nine out of ten were selling magic weapons.

"Take a look, take a look, the middle-grade magic weapon refined by the Jindan cultivator of Wujiang Sect! Linglong Pagoda! Today I only need twenty high-grade spiritual stones."

"The dagger made by the elders of the Wujian Sect! It can hide needles! It is even more poisonous and the poison is quenched by the judge's own hands, which is rare in the world! 200 yuan of high-grade spiritual stones! No bargaining!"

Hearing the name of his senior brother who was rushing to be someone else's cheap father, Jiang Su couldn't help but step forward to join in the conversation.

She really didn't know where the Poison Judge earned his money. She only knew that he had no shortage of spiritual stones. Countless people in the world were begging to buy his poisons. He didn't mention the details of how to trade or to whom.All day long, he was well-dressed, well-fed, and spiritual materials were purchased for tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of high-grade spiritual stones.

Jiang Su walked close to the yelling waiter, looked up and asked, "Is it really the poisoned weapon of the Poison Judge?"

The waiter at the shop saw that the person was a young child, or even a monk wearing rags and sackcloth and holding a sword, so he pushed her away.

"Go away, go away, don't come here, sword cultivator, you don't have money to see anything. There are still children, go home and find your parents. What kind of magic weapon are you looking at at such a young age? Can you afford to buy it?"

Jiang Su was suddenly pushed to the ground and sat on the ground with his buttocks full.

"..."

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been treated like this, being despised and having no money.”

"Is this giving me a chance?"

(End of this chapter)