Chapter 10 New Home
Jiang He hesitated for a while, then bought a large bag of spirit bird feed and spent three spirit stones to give it to Grandma Sun.

One reason was to show her care for the three disciples, and the other was to build a good relationship so that it would be convenient to buy talisman paper from her in the future.

In the future, he will definitely practice and draw talismans a lot. If he can get certain discounts, he will be able to save a lot of spirit stones over time.

the other side.

In the yard, Bai Minxin stretched out his right hand.

Her five fingers were covered in blood, her nails had been cruelly crushed, leaving only scattered fragments embedded in the flesh.

A bird happily landed on her white palm, chirping.

Bai Minxin gently combed his feathers, and the bird rubbed its little head against her palm affectionately.

Since childhood, she has had a special affinity for animals.

However, in her opinion, this is the curse of her life.
With a whine, the tender feathers flew everywhere, leaving only a pool of broken flesh and feathers in the palm of his hand.

She narrowed her eyes with great enjoyment.

If this is him.
Bai Minxin let out a long breath, and unconsciously clenched his palms again, rubbing the rotten meat repeatedly.

"Minxin, what's wrong?"

Jiang Yuanxia poked her head out uneasily. She suddenly felt a chilling murderous intent that made her back cold. She thought it was Jiang He who came back.

"It's okay, I came out to get some fresh air."

Bai Minxin smiled and took advantage of Jiang Yuanxia's inattention to calmly throw away the rotten meat in his palm.

Just then, Jiang He's voice came from the door.

"Sorry to bother you fellow Taoists, it's right here."

The two looked in the direction of the voice.

At this time, Jiang He changed his hair into a neat short style, and changed the blue security uniform he had been wearing into a black Taoist robe. The scars on his face were also covered with medicine patches.

He swept away his previous gloomy temperament and became sunny and cheerful, like a completely different person.

If they couldn't recognize Jiang He even if he turned into ashes, they wouldn't know which ash was his.

If it were someone else, they probably wouldn't believe that these two people are the same person.

He was carrying large and small bags and a shelf of candied haws on his shoulders.

Following behind him were several muscular physical cultivators wearing T-shirts with "Home of Casual Cultivators" printed on them, with steam rising from their exposed muscles.

What was this for? While they were still wondering, the leading physical practitioner spoke up, "Daoyou, are we going to demolish everything and rebuild it?"

Those physical cultivators were dumbfounded when they saw the house.

This was the first time he encountered such a sloppy construction method. It was just like a matchbox made up of several wooden boards. The houses lived in by mortals were better than the house of a sixth-level Qi training cultivator like him.

"Yes, build it just as I discussed with you before. Don't cut corners."

After saying that, Jiang He looked at the two apprentices who were peeking around the house. Seeing that they were still at home, he waved:
"Come out quickly, we're going to tear this house down and rebuild it."

Without waiting for their reaction, he put aside the things in his hands, returned to the room, and put the last "Jiang Family Talisman" and talisman pen in the wooden box into his arms.

As for the wooden box and other things, Jiang He planned to let them disappear with the past.

In order to avoid reminding the disciples of the past, it is of no value anyway.

"go out.?"

There were several physical cultivators outside the house, with muscular bodies and emitting vigorous energy and blood. They were cultivators she had never met before.

It was like a rat in a sewer encountering the sunlight, not knowing what to do.

Jiang Yuanxia swallowed her saliva, her calves felt weak, and she encouraged herself secretly, and was about to step out. Jiang He beside her noticed that the eldest disciple was uncomfortable, and gently pulled her wrist: "Let's go, go out with the master."

He called Bai Minxin and asked her to hold Jin'er's hand.

She is really thin. Her wrists are like bamboo poles.

Jiang He was still proud of his gentleness and meticulousness, but he didn't notice that Jiang Yuanxia, ​​who was behind him, was being led by him, her legs shaking like a sieve, and she had to rely on him to pull her along.

"Hiss, fellow Daoist, who are these three children to you? From what devil did you save them?"

The physical trainer looked at the three children covered in wounds and said in shock, it's not like he had never seen horrible things before, but he had never seen children so young and in such a miserable state.

They were monks from Dongfang City and had never heard of Jiang He.

Moreover, Jiang He's current behavior shows his care and consideration for the children, and he doesn't seem like that kind of person.

Except for Jin'er who still had a blank expression, the other two children's expressions darkened. No one dared to believe that they were his disciples.

Jiang He felt uneasy at the surprised looks from the physical cultivators, but he still didn't avoid them and said bluntly, "These are my disciples. I was sorry to them in the past."

Hearing this, Jiang Yuanxia was stunned.

This was the first time he admitted his mistake in front of outsiders.

In the past, Jiang He was very resistant to admitting that he made mistakes.

Whenever someone accused him, no matter what, he would feel like he had touched a reverse scale and would start fighting with that person.

But he just liked to apologize to the three of them in private with tears, and each apology was so sincere.

They were fooled more than once or twice.

But every time afterwards, he abused and tortured them even more severely than before.

She gradually understood that perhaps he had never apologized to them. The three of them were just tools for him to vent his emotions.

It seemed that he had made some indelible mistake, and although he knew in his heart that he was wrong, he refused to admit it.
"I'm sorry for being rude." The physical cultivator apologized with a fist salute, and did not ask any further questions.

Wuya Sect is a righteous immortal sect with strict management over its subordinates.

Since slavery was prohibited, some independent cultivators found various excuses to adopt adopted sons, daughters, disciples, etc. to satisfy their own hobbies.

The sect would never get involved in matters between master and disciple or between a family, otherwise the independent cultivators would definitely feel resistance.
In his opinion, the seemingly righteous monk in front of him was one of them.

However, this person is quite talented. He has a unique vision and insights into architectural design, a style that he has never heard of before.

Soon, the area was planned.

The physical cultivator took out various building materials from his storage bag, which made Jiang He extremely jealous.

Unfortunately, a lowest-level storage bag costs more than 100 spirit stones, and this storage bag is shared by these physical cultivators.

One of the reasons why many independent cultivators do not build their own houses is that large amounts of building materials are inconvenient to transport and difficult to carry.

It would be better to spend a small amount of spirit stones and have professionals build it.

He only spent five spirit stones, which was very cheap compared to his previous life.

Not long after, with the efforts of several physical cultivators, a simple two-story loft was quickly completed. The backyard was also renovated.

The attic is mainly made of wood and covered with dark glazed tiles. The eaves of the attic are raised and decorated with Kylin wood carvings.

Qilin is also a auspicious animal in this world, symbolizing peace, good fortune, wealth and prosperity.

This new home feels more like a place where people live and has a better sense of home than the previous matchbox-like house.

(End of this chapter)