Jiang Ji firmly rejected Song Nan Shi's invitation to stay for dinner and, grabbing the eager-to-try Liu old man, left without looking back.
Song Nan Shi watched the medicine in the big iron pot while shaking his head.
This big iron pot is not actually a ordinary pot.
Her alchemy furnace was probably made by someone she found five or six years ago using the materials she found, and after she finished, there was a little left over material. She went back and used this left over material to try her hand and made a big iron pot.
Unexpectedly, it came in handy here.
At this point, Song Nan Shi had not realized one thing.
The production of the furnace is very strict, both in terms of material and formula.
If either is missing, it is a waste of a furnace.
Using a waste furnace to refine medicine is shocking to any alchemist.
But Song Nan Shi doesn't know anything, she only knows that she solved a crisis of bankruptcy.
So, two hours later, the first pot of medicine made with a iron pot in the cultivation world was produced.
Song Nan used a jade bottle that she had reused many times to put this extraordinary elixir into, and even specially tied a big red butterfly knot on the bottle body, which looked especially festive.
Then she took the elixir and went to the summit.
The Unreturned Sword Lord is not the kind of master who would nag his disciples, and Song Nan is not a sword student, so she would not think of going to find her master without any reason. As a result, the number of times she has seen her master in all these years can be counted on one hand.
...This also leads to the fact that the new sword apprentices taken in by the Unreturned Sword Lord may not know that he has such a disciple.
Song Nan was stopped outside the cave and was glaring at a little sword apprentice with a tight face.
The little sword apprentice was very honest: "Today, the sword lord does not see outsiders, this fairy, please come back another day!"
Song Nan tried to reason: "I am not an outsider, I am the person on Lanze Summit."
The little sword apprentice was not easy to fool, coldly said: "Fairy, there are already eighty or a hundred people who want to sneak in like this!"
He was very familiar with this situation and estimated that he had helped the Unreturned Sword Lord deal with various peaches that were outside the door many times.
Song Nan: "But I really am not an outsider. The Unreturned Sword Lord is my master, I heard that my master has returned from his travels and specially came to pay his respects, look, this is the gift I carefully prepared for my master!" Song Nanshi raised a small jade bottle in his hand, worth enough to buy eight spiritual stones, and shook it in front of Little Sword Boy.
Little Sword Boy was shocked, looking at the jade bottle and then at her. He didn't know if he was shocked that someone was using this thing to give to the sword master as a gift, or if he was shocked that she was trying to pretend to be the sword master's disciple to sneak in.
After a while, Little Sword Boy said complexly, "I admit that you are indeed clever, pretending to be the sword master's disciple to sneak in, you are the first one."
Song Nanshi: "Can't I really be the sword master's disciple?"
Little Sword Boy pointed out directly: "But you are not even a sword cultivator!"
Song Nanshi: "..." She missed the point.
She thought that Little Sword Boy was picking on her, but she didn't know he was a wise man.
A disciple of a self-proclaimed sword master who doesn't study the sword, who would believe it!
She doesn't even believe it herself.
Little Sword Boy asked a fatal question: "How will you prove that you are the sword master's disciple?"
Song Nanshi: "..."
What a good question, how will I prove that my master is my master.
Song Nanshi looked at Little Sword Boy, silent.
Little Sword Boy was also silent.
At this moment, Little Sword Boy has already reached for his sword at his waist, ready to be loyal to the Sword Lord.
Just as Song Nanshi thought that this journey was going to end badly, a hesitant voice came from behind them.
"Third sister-in-law?"
Both of them turned around at the same time.
A female cultivator in a red dress stood behind them, her appearance bright and captivating.
Little Sword Boy was surprised: "Sister Zhu Xiu!"
Zhu Xiu, in her red dress, slightly nodded and had a dignified expression, but her gaze towards Song Nanshi was full of curiosity.
Song Nanshi sighed slightly in his heart but appeared unchanged as he nodded to her. "Second sister-in-law."
Zhu Xiu laughed, her eyebrows and eyes becoming lively, completely breaking her previously dignified posture.
She said with a lively expression: "I knew it was you from a distance, but I almost didn't recognize you when I got closer. I never would have thought..."
Halfway through her words, she suddenly stopped, as if she realized she was acting inappropriately, and then modestly said, "It's been two years since we last saw each other, sister-in-law, you have changed a lot."
Song Nanshi: "..." Alright, I've seen it, don't pretend.
This young woman was Song Nanshi's second sister-in-law and the female protagonist in a certain novel who was reincarnated as a substitute.
(Note: Currently, she is still in her un-reincarnated state.)
In that novel, the male lead of the crematorium was Song Nanshi's master.
Teacher-student love, trendy.
Of all the classmates, Song Nan Shi and this second senior sister are the most familiar with each other.
This level of familiarity is roughly equivalent to the fact that she has seen the other classmates only 17 or 18 times, but has seen this second senior sister 27 or 28 times.
In the original work, this senior sister was taken in as a disciple by the master because she looked like the master's deceased young moonlight.
She herself does not know, she only feels grateful for the master's upbringing, and the master always puts her first. Though she is nominally a disciple, she is always serving the master and can be considered a servant.
Oh, and she also has a fiancé who admires her because she resembles the young moonlight he adored when he was younger.
In short, anyone who is in the presence of this young lady, as long as they have a bit of power, almost all of them are scum of the world.
Song Nan Shi hasn't cast a divination for her, but she feels that this young lady is definitely fated to have a life full of disastrous affairs.
Fortunately, there is no content in the original work about extracting spiritual roots or digging for golden pills, otherwise Song Nan Shi would have suggested that the second senior sister switch to the Law and Order channel.
In the original work, after the moonlight returns, everything is lost.
Then there was a rebirth and a great enlightenment, from then on, everyone was cremated.
Song Nanshi took another look at Zhu Xiu.
She listened to the swordsman talking, but her eyes were turning around, not knowing what she was thinking.
The outside world says that the second disciple of the Sword Lord, Duanzheng Shouli, is dignified and mature.
But after twenty-seven or twenty-eight observations, Song Nanshi can only say, "Well, it's well dressed."
Why do you have to dress up like a dignified and mature person?
Probably because the original personality of the Sword Lord, Baiyueguang, was like that.
Zhu Xiu doesn't know the existence of Baiyueguang.
But she keenly sensed that both the Sword Lord and her fiancé liked her this way.
At this moment, Zhu Xiu has proven Song Nanshi's identity, and the swordsman, who was still incredulous before leaving, looked at Song Nanshi again, as if he couldn't believe that the Sword Lord had such a disciple.
Song Nanshi: "..." It's really sorry that the Sword Lord has me as a disciple.
After the swordsman left, Zhu Xiu apologetically said, "I'm sorry, sister, this young swordsman was just accepted by the Sword Lord, and I don't know the situation in Lanze Peak."
Song Nanshi spoke very well: "It's okay."
Then there was no more talk, and the two people stared at each other.
Zhu Xiu couldn't help but feel a headache.
This younger sister has been like this since she was a child. She is independent, but she doesn't feel touched when others are nice to her and doesn't get angry when others are bad to her. She only lives in her own world and everything else is irrelevant to her.
Maybe it's because of this that she has a distant relationship with everyone.
She could only say, "Did the younger sister come to see the master? I will take you in."
Song Nan Shi: "Thank you, elder sister."
Then there was silence again.
Song Nan Shi glanced at Zhu Xiu, probably understanding what she was thinking.
In fact, she had a good impression of this elder sister.
She is the only person in the entire sect who takes on the responsibility of being a "master", and Song Nan Shi has been taken care of by her more than by that master.
If it were in her past life, she might have more friends.
Unfortunately, as a cannon fodder passerby, she got involved in the mess with the main characters, and it's estimated that she won't be able to live a peaceful life this life.
Thinking this in her heart, after walking for a while, she suddenly said, "Elder sister, do you know the Luo younger brother in the 39th peak next door?"
She had a tone of gossiping about something big, and Zhu Xiu's eyes lit up instantly. She couldn't care less about maintaining her composure and nodded eagerly, "I know, I even taught him when he was young."
Song Nan Shi dropped a bomb: "He eloped with a demon race girl last month and his master scolded him for three days and three nights at the entrance of the Wuliang Sect."
Zhu Xiu took a deep breath, and her tone was suppressed but excited: "There's still such a thing?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she realized her tone was wrong, and turned to say with a heavy heart, "There's still such a thing!"
Song Nan Shi wanted to laugh in her heart, but her face was serious as she said, "Yes, I heard that his master was so angry that he couldn't get out of bed, it's very excessive, isn't it?"
"It seems like this question triggered something, and she suddenly started talking non-stop: 'That's natural, to treat one's own master like this, this young master of Luo...'"
Song Nanshi raised an eyebrow as she watched the chattering Zhu Xiu.
This was the result she had observed for the 27th or 28th time.
Her second senior sister was not only unrefined but also lively and fond of gossip.
It really had nothing to do with her appearance.
Zhu Xiu gossiped all the way to the entrance of her master's dwelling, still with much to say.
Song Nanshi reminded her: "We're here."
Zhu Xiu immediately became serious and said, "This matter is really too angering!"
Song Nanshi nodded in agreement, "I understand."
Zhu Xiu breathed a sigh of relief without leaving a trace.
She looked at the dwelling again and said, "My master is inside, I won't accompany my junior sister in."
As she was about to leave, Song Nanshi suddenly called out to her, "Senior sister."
Zhu Xiu turned around and heard Song Nanshi ask, "How is the injury on your body?"
Zhu Xiu was surprised, "Did my junior sister notice I was injured?"
Song Nanshi nodded, "I have a bit of medical knowledge."
Zhu Xiu realized, "It's just a minor injury. Thankfully, it was me who was injured this time. If it was my master, what would we do?"
She acted as if she felt that the injury she received was worth it, and smiled as she waved her hand.
Song Nanshi watched her back.
She started to consider which crematorium would be more suitable for her trash of a master.
"Who's outside the door?"
A clear voice came from inside the cave dwelling.
Song Nanshi sighed.
Forget it, the matter of the crematorium is still left to the female lead, she's just a passerby, what does she have to do with it.
She said, "It's Song Nanshi, your disciple."
Inside there was silence for a moment, and Song Nanshi didn't know if the master had forgotten who she was.
"Come in," the clear voice said.
...
Inside the cave dwelling.
Song Nanshi stood respectfully with her head down.
For a while, no one spoke.
Song Nan Shi's legs were numb, he was unconsciously shaking his legs while looking up.
The handsome immortal lord was holding the jade bottle offered by Song Nan Shi, wondering what he was thinking.
... It couldn't be that he was disdainful.
Song Nan Shi continued to shake his legs.
The Sword Lord of No Return suddenly looked over, and Song Nan Shi's shaking leg stilled, slowly putting it down.
The Sword Lord of No Return: "... You went to a lot of trouble."
He casually put the jade bottle on the tea table.
Song Nan Shi: "It's what a disciple should do." It wasn't just a lot of trouble, but also a waste of an alchemy furnace.
The Sword Lord of No Return looked at her: "Your elder sister brought you here?"
Song Nan Shi: "Yes, it seems that my elder sister was also injured."
The Sword Lord of No Return: "Don't worry about your elder sister, this injury is not much of a problem for her."
Song Nan Shi: "..." Her fist tightened.
It wasn't that she was worried about her elder sister.
She just wanted to ask if you had chosen the funeral home.
She sincerely said: "Master, I know a newly opened funeral home. For the first time, live people who make an appointment for funeral services will receive a 20% discount."
The Sword Lord of No Return: "???"
"Nothing," Song Nanshi said.
The master sword, who was not returning, looked at her and showed no expression. "Do you have anything else to say?"
If not, leave.
The latter part of the sentence had not yet been finished when Song Nanshi raised her hand instantly, "I do."
The master sword, who was not returning, said, "..." speak.
Song Nanshi immediately took out a small notebook from her storage ring.
"Master has been away for two years," she said.
The master sword, who was not returning, was at a loss, "Yes."
Song Nanshi put her hands up and offered the small notebook, shyly saying, "This is the money spent by the disciple on the public expenses during the two years of your absence, and ... ahem, the salary that the disciple has earned in these two years."
The master sword, who was not returning, said, "..." Salary?
Song Nanshi looked up and whispered, "Master, you haven't given me a salary for two years."
Boss, you have been owed two years of salary.