Jiang Ji and the old man watched Song Nanshi's back in silence.
After a while, the old man turned his head.
"Your diviners in Wuliang Sect... " He hesitated for a moment, "Are they all like this?"
Jiang Ji: "..."
He snorted coldly, turned around and walked away.
The old man was excited on the spot: "You're in a hurry, you're in a hurry!"
Jiang Ji ignored him.
The old man followed him and asked as he turned around: "Your master is a sword repairman, you are also a sword repairman, how come your third sister is a alchemist?"
Jiang Ji corrected: "Diviner."
The old man was adaptable: "Okay, diviner, so why didn't your third sister study the sword?"
Jiang Ji didn't answer.
The old man asked repeatedly, but he ignored him.
In memory, "Third sister" was just a nickname, a weak existence of a shadow.
The deepest impression he had of Third Sister was about ten years ago, when Third Sister suddenly stopped studying the sword.
As the elder brother, he found her and asked her why.
The young girl put her sword aside carelessly and played with a yellow paper ghost drawing talisman. A moment later, she picked up a medical book and looked at it.
She said: "I don't want to, so I won't study."
He frowned: "At this age, do you really know what you want?"
The girl looked at him with a smile that wasn't a smile.
She said: "Do you know what you want?"
"You don't know, but I guess I know a little more than you."
"Jiang Ji! Jiang Ji!"
Jiang Ji came back to his senses.
The old man looked at him suspiciously: "What are you thinking?"
Jiang Ji shook his head: "Nothing, what did you say just now?"
The old man: "I was talking about your third sister."
Jiang Ji: "Uh-huh."
The old man suddenly became serious.
"Jiang Ji." He said: "I'm a little doubtful that the girl can see me."
"Ah-choo!"
Song Nan rubbed her nose, suspecting that someone was cursing at her from behind.
Everything was not suitable.
Because today's luck was really bad, she had the intention to divine her own fortune, but just as she raised her hand, she hesitated, thought about it, and turned around to go to Xuantong Peak.
Xuantong Peak is the only place where there is a diviner in Wuliang Sect, and after Song Nanshi determined that she wanted to be a diviner, she directly took Xuantong Peak's course.
Although she is a disciple of Lanze Peak, most of her diviner skills come from Xuantong Peak.
Xuantong Peak is in the southwestern corner of Wuliang Sect, with only a single courtyard on the top of the peak, and is also set up with a formation that prohibits the use of flying swords and other flying artifacts.
When Song Nanshi climbed up with her two legs humming, before she had a chance to push the door, a yin-yang strange voice came from inside.
"Oh, the disciple of Lanze Peak, the direct disciple, comes to visit my small Xuantong Peak, the little old man is really frightened."
"Song Nan Shi:" "???
Did she offend an old man today? Why are all the old men she meets acting weird towards her?
She pushed the door open directly: "Master, have you taken the wrong medicine?"
A thin and emaciated old man turned around, his face looking somewhat grim and cold due to his thinness. He continued with a sarcastic tone, "The Unreturned Sword Master returned to the sect yesterday, and you, his personal disciple, still have time to come to this small piece of land?"
Song Nanshi was shocked, "What? My master has returned?! "
The old man, "...", replied, "Don't you know your master has come back today?"
Song Nanshi was confused, "Should I know?"
The two stood facing each other at the door.
The old man suddenly remembered something, "Wait, so you've been holed up on Lanze Peak for five or six days, not to prepare to welcome your master?"
Song Nanshi, "...", "I was closed-doorly refining pills, where would I get the money if I don't refine pills next month?"
The old man, "...", was angry, "You're so poor!"
Song Nanshi didn't say a word, but squinted his eyes and looked him up and down.
The old man, who was on guard, asked, "What?"
Song Nanshi just stared at him, after a while, the old man was about to explode, and he slowly said, "Master, I say, are you jealous?"
The old man was immediately annoyed and angry, loudly saying, "Jealous? Jealous of Unreturned? You're full of nonsense!"
Oh, so he was indeed jealous.
Song Nanshi smiled and didn't say anything.
The old man, named "Master Me," was the oldest in terms of seniority, so the sect leader still had to call him "Uncle Master." He was estimated to be older than the sect leader and Unreturned combined, but he was a strange old man with a weird temper.
Song Nanshi has known him for so many years and feels that saying he is vengeful is an exaggeration.
He lived alone on Xuan Tong Peak and didn't like to go out or interact with people.
Song Nan Shi became aware of his master due to her thick skin, as his master would say.
At first, she became a helpless baby as soon as she opened her eyes and was brought back to Wuliang Sect by her master. From the age of half a year to three years, she was raised along with the orphans in the sect's orphanage and the mountain-dwelling orphans taken in by the sect.
She almost forgot she had a master.
Until one day, she was thrown out with her belongings and the caretaker said, "Your master has come to pick you up."
Song Nan Shi: Oh, I have a master.
Her master, who was spotless, appeared in front of her and nodded after looking at her, saying, "It's time to practice swordsmanship."
Then she was seamlessly handed over to the inner sect's sword training mentor.
Song Nan Shi's talent in swordsmanship is described in two words: rare and brilliant.
While she was in her enlightenment stage, her neighbor's first disciple was also in his enlightenment stage, and by the time she reached her fourth year of enlightenment, her neighbor's fourth disciple had already completed his enlightenment.
The teachings that enlighten her also made her doubt life, and she once greatly doubted her own teaching ability.
Song Nan only comforted him, saying maybe it's my own problem.
The teacher looked at the four-year dropout in front of him and cried on the spot.
He was worried about how to report to the sword master who did not return, but Song Nan felt that he didn't have to worry, after all, who could keep their disciples for four years without feeling something wrong.
She felt that she was the one who should be worried.
After all, the sword master who did not return only knew how to use a sword, and as his disciple, she meant that she could only fight with a sword for the rest of her life.
That probably means she can fight until she dies.
But she can't just say I'm not your disciple anymore.
After all, the sword master who did not return saved her and raised her for so many years. In this day and age, leaving a master because you can't learn is called deceiving your teacher and destroying your ancestors, and you will be poked in the backbone.
Even taking a step back, if she successfully left the master, who would accept her?
"Who dares to mess with the Undoing Sword Ancestor?"
She leaned her chin on her hand and spent two hours thinking about what to do, and then spent two months tracking down her unpredictable master.
She directly said, "I'm not learning the sword anymore."
The Undoing Sword Ancestor glanced at her and said softly, "I have nothing else to teach you."
Song Nanshi: "That's okay, I'll go learn on my own, as long as you let me learn something else."
The Undoing Sword Ancestor looked at her for a while, nodded and said, "Okay."
From then on, Song Nanshi used "my master allowed me to learn freely" as an excuse and started attending various courses in Limitless Sect.
She learned a little bit of alchemy, a little bit of painting symbols, a little bit of refining equipment, and a little bit of medicine.
Leaving the sword, she surprisingly found that she was still quite skilled in other things!
However, she always felt like something was missing no matter what she learned.
Until one day, she climbed the last peak in Limitless Sect that she had never been to, Xuan Tong Peak.
Only a small old man lived on Xuan Tong Peak.
The old man practiced divination.
It is said that the old man once had thirteen disciples, but later all died for various reasons, so people said that the divination master's prying into the mysteries of heaven was disliked by heaven and earth, so a killing intent was sent down.
Since then, Limitless Sect only had the old man as the divination master.
At that time, Song Nanshi felt that these cultivators were quite feudal and superstitious.
She climbed up the mountain and said to the old man who was sitting on top of the mountain and in a daze: "Will you teach me divination?"
The old man: "Bullshit!"
...
Song Nanshi couldn't help but make two "tut-tut" sounds.
Now she understands why her golden finger is a god stick system.
The master said: "You are talking nonsense."
Seeing that he was getting angry, Song Nanshi immediately straightened her face and said seriously, "I actually have something important to talk to you about."
The master looked at her and asked, "You? Something important?"
Song Nanshi humbly replied, "Well, I just made a little bit of money."
The master asked, "Oh, and then?"
Song Nanshi put on a show and said, "So I would like to ask you to help me calculate my luck today, especially in terms of... wealth."
The master was shocked and asked, "You have wealth too?"
Song Nanshi replied, "..."
Feeling frustrated, she said, "I made 60 spirit stones today!"
The master said with pity, "Oh, then just wait for your fortune to be broken today. You have five deficiencies and three shortcomings, and you're destined to be poor. Give up this hope!"
Song Nanshi replied, "..."
Five deficiencies and three shortcomings, and a destiny of poverty.
The master once said that if one wants to know the secrets of the universe in this line of work, they must pay a price.
Five deficiencies and three shortcomings, even a renowned diviner must have something.
Widowed, childless, and disabled, Song Nanshi once thought she had the "widow" reading.
However, no matter how much money she made, she always broke her fortune due to strange reasons and eventually returned to being penniless.
The master looked at her for a long time and said that she might be destined to be poor.
Song Nanshi wouldn't accept her destiny and snorted coldly as the master repeated "destined to be poor." She retorted, "Feudal superstition!"
The master laughed and said, "Hahaha!"
Song Nanshi felt that she shouldn't have come to see this superstitious old man today. She turned around and was about to leave, flipping her sleeves.
"Stop."
Song Nanshi stumbles in his steps: "What!"
The teacher hesitantly said, "Your master has finally returned. If you didn't know, that's okay, but now that you do, you have to put on a show of respect. After you go back, prepare some thin gifts to show respect to your master, so as not to lose face and be said to be disrespectful and ungrateful towards your teacher."
Song Nanshi waved his hand: "I will definitely be a filial disciple, and you can rest assured, old man."
She gestured a thumbs up towards him.
The teacher looked at her thumb and suddenly became sinister: "What do I have to be worried about, little man? You're a disciple personally inherited by Lan Zefeng, a sword master that others can't even beg for, hahaha!"
Song Nanshi: "Uh, this..."
You're the one who asked me to be a filial disciple, but you're not happy when I show filial piety to others.
The old man's heart is as deep as the ocean.
Difficult to handle.
Back in her cave, Song Nan thinks for half a day about what "cheap gift" she could give to her teacher, who she has only seen a few times.
She looks around her cave.
Broken pot, broken bowl, broken stove.
Oh well...
Gifts aren't about being expensive, they're about the thought.
She immediately takes out her broken alchemy stove and decides to put her part-time skills to use and make some alchemical medicines to show her appreciation, not that she has to make do with what she has.
For a swordsman like Unreturned Sword Sovereign, the most commonly used medicine is certainly a healing one.
Song Nan thinks and rummages through the remaining medicinal ingredients she has, and comes up with an idea.
Rejuvenation Pill, it's useful for both internal and external injuries, both oral and topical use, it's the all-purpose healing medicine.
Most importantly, it's cheap.
Start the work.
Light the fire and warm the furnace, and Song Nan shi calmly puts the ingredients into the furnace one by one.
Under the drive of the formation, the furnace gradually emits a blue light as usual.
And then...
"Bang!"
...And then it exploded.
Song Nan shi, with a grey face, looked expressionlessly at the furnace that had exploded with a bang.
As witty as she is, even in such a critical moment, she hasn't forgotten to keep track of expenses.
A furnace is about seventy spirit stones.
"She earned 60 spirit stones today."
"Lost ten spirit stones."
The words of the master echoed in her ears.
"Then wait for a financial loss today!"
Suddenly, Song Nanshi stood expressionless in the same place, suddenly remembered something, turned and dug into the pile of debris, and took out something.
...
On the other side, Jiang Ji and the old man argued.
The old man named himself Liu, and Jiang Ji called him Mr. Liu, because he was grateful that he had saved his life by accident when he was on the verge of death, so Jiang Ji usually speaks well when facing Mr. Liu.
But only usually.
At the moment, Jiang Ji said with a black face, "What you mean is to let me use flattery to approach the third younger sister and verify if she can see you?"
Mr. Liu accurately summarized it for him: "This is called the Beautiful Man Plan."
"What a mess!"
Mr. Liu spoke in a sincere voice, "Don't you want to know?"
Jiang Ji felt he was being unreasonable, "I don't want to! And this is simply not possible!"
Mr. Liu also felt it was impossible.
But he had been trapped for a thousand years, and even if it was impossible, he wanted to try.
Seeing Jiang Ji's resistance to his exquisite "Handsome Man Plan", he could only take a step back and reluctantly say, "Then let me take a look at her again. I'll observe again, who knows if I was wrong?"
Jiang Ji closed his eyes reluctantly, "This is a one-time only exception."
Mr. Liu felt Jiang Ji was petty.
Jiang Ji felt he was acting recklessly.
The two of them unwillingly walked towards Song Nan's cave dwelling, and soon arrived.
They bickered with each other and absentmindedly looked over.
Then, they both stopped in their tracks.
Outside the cave dwelling, Song Nan was sitting cross-legged on the threshold, intently looking at a formation.
The complicated patterns and dark blue flames were a driving formation used for alchemy.
But there was no alchemy furnace on the formation, instead it was...
Jiang Ji was puzzled, "Why is my apprentice sister putting a big iron pot on the formation?"
A big iron pot.
The kind used in the kitchen of the cafeteria, big enough to feed several strong men with one meal.
Mr. Liu was silent for a moment, then asked in confusion, "Is this how people in the cultivation world cook?"
He didn't understand but was greatly shocked.
Jiang Ji thought probably not, but he was also at a loss.
At this time, Song Nanshi also looked up.
She greeted, "Hey, senior brother."
Jiang Ji was at a loss, "Third sister, what are you..."
Song Nanshi calmly replied, "As you can see, I am refining pills."
Jiang Ji: "..." The most unlikely option appeared.
He was silent for a moment, and his voice was filled with a hint of confusion about life, "Is it popular now to refine pills with... an iron pot?"
Song Nanshi: "Unfortunately not, everyone is quite popular with using a pill furnace."
Jiang Ji breathed a sigh of relief for some reason.
Great, this cultivation world is still quite normal!
But he was soon even more confused.
"What about your alchemy furnace?" he asked.
"You're asking about this?" Song Nanshi got up calmly and went inside.
Jiang Mo was even more confused.
Soon, Song Nanshi came back.
She was holding a... half-broken alchemy furnace.
"It exploded," she said calmly.
Jiang Mo was silent for a long time, then suddenly asked, "Sister, can you tell me, have you used this exploded alchemy furnace to do anything?"
"Oh," Song Nanshi tilted her head slightly, revealing the soup in the furnace.
The aroma was tantalizing.
"Brother, do you want to have dinner?" she asked.