The senior sister who refuses to fall in love has become a god.

The corner of Chu Zicheng's mouth twitched, as if he was speechless at her cold joke.

"Forget it, I don't remember the faults of villains. If we survive a disaster, we will be blessed later. But what on earth do you want to do in Yangliu Town?"

"Send them home."

Qian Shuyan said concisely and to the point, and stepped towards the clothing store.

The landlady still looked lukewarm, but after seeing the two of them, a trace of astonishment flashed in her eyes.

"It's you two. I really didn't expect you to come back."

Qian Shu brought the cloth bag on his back to him, then squatted down and opened the bag. The eighteen pairs of shoes were of different sizes and colors, some were new, and some were piled with patches.

"Houselady, those children are no longer here. We only got these things back. We feel ashamed to face the parents who lost their children. I hope I can ask you for a favor so that they can return to their hometown."

The landlady looked at the eighteen pairs of shoes and suddenly froze. She saw a pair of blue cloth shoes, tears welled up in her eyes, and she held up the pair of small cloth shoes with trembling hands.

"Thank you two immortals, thank you two immortals..." She held the little cloth shoes in her arms and burst into tears.

"You two can forget my thoughts. I made these shoes for my young brother. My mother has been thinking about going to find him every day. Now he is finally back."

Chu Zicheng, who was always sharp-tongued, also fell silent in this situation. He turned his head and looked away, pretending not to see the scene.

No one likes sadness.

Qian Shu was not good at comforting people, but he said at this moment: "Madam boss, life or death is up to you. He no longer suffers on earth, but if he sees you crying in heaven, I'm afraid he will be sad too."

"Immortal, is there really a place of bliss after death?"

Qian Shu was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, gods come to earth to endure tribulations, and eventually return to heaven. Human life is short and full of endless suffering. For many people, living is suffering."

After bidding farewell to Yangliu Town, Chu Zicheng and Qian Shu embarked on their return journey.

"I didn't expect you to be quite good at comforting people, but I can't. I'm the worst at comforting a crying woman."

Chu Zicheng was lying on a giant sword, holding a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth from somewhere. He looked so leisurely that he deserved to be beaten.

"How could it be? Didn't you have a great time tying hairpins on those girls when you were on Baihua Street?"

Qian Shu stood on the ice sword, with cold air emanating from her body. She didn't know why, but since she absorbed Yu Qianmo's cultivation, her practice became much smoother, as if a big stone on her back had been lifted. After walking, I suddenly felt that even breathing became much easier.

Therefore, even when Qian Shu wields a sword, he never forgets to practice. Although his practice is slower when he is multitasking, Qian Shu doesn't mind that no matter how few mosquito legs he has, they are still meat.

"I did it to practice my forging ability, do you understand? Do you think that if I fight two iron swords every day, my weapon training skills will suddenly soar?"

Chu Zicheng clicked his tongue and said, despite his usual idleness, he was very passionate about weapon refining.

"I'm going back. I have to go to the alchemy room to buy some Qingxin Pills to remove the miasma. When I went to Yucheng to lie down, my heart was almost unstable."

"Do you think miasma can affect people's minds and make them emotionally unstable?" Qian Shu asked in a deep voice.

"Aren't you talking nonsense? Guess why it's called miasma."

"The so-called miasma is the qi that pollutes the Taoist heart, so ordinary monks rarely go to Yucheng. Miasma can bring out greed, desire, anger, ignorance, or other bad emotions in monks." Chu Zicheng explained leisurely.

"But monks are people. Although people are not necessarily monks, monks are all human beings when they are born."

A trace of confusion flashed in Chu Zicheng's eyes. He shook his head and sat up on the broad sword. The giant sword as wide as a boat passed through the clouds.

The clouds and fog blurred his vision, making it difficult for him to see Qian Shu's expression.

"What you say always makes people feel that there is a sense of suffering and deep sorrow. Qianshu, don't always be stuck in unhappy emotions. Even though your sect is very broken, even though your Taoist partner is green." You, but at least you are still alive, right?" Chu Zicheng looked like I was comforting you.

"Thank you for your comfort. Don't comfort me next time." Qian Shu said expressionlessly.

Chu Zicheng didn't say that she hadn't felt it yet. When he said this, Qian Shu suddenly felt that her life was full of tragedy.

Chu Zicheng sighed: "Let me tell you, I am not suitable for comforting women."

"Then let me comfort you. I want you to help me build a Purple Yang Cauldron. Are you willing?"

"Are you serious?" Chu Zicheng's slender eyes widened. He got up from the giant sword, stood upright, and walked side by side with Qian Shu.

Qian Shu closed his eyes and nodded. The cold air around him was about to gather into substance. The powerful spiritual power even made Chu Zicheng, who was not sensitive to spiritual power, feel it.

"But where did you get Ziyang Gold, unless, unless you were in Su Mansion?"

Qian Shu still nodded: "It's in the Su Mansion. I'll show it to you."

Qian Shu just took out a cylindrical purple-yang gold stool. Chu Zicheng let out a cry, jumped directly from his giant sword, and hugged Ziyang gold tightly.

Regardless of the image, Chu Zicheng had to hug Ziyang Jin back to his giant sword, and hugged its beautiful purple gold body against it.

"What a big piece of Ziyang Gold, what a big piece of Ziyang Gold. Am I dreaming? Even in dreams, there is no such big Ziyang Gold. Qian Shu, you are my reborn parents. If you didn't tell me earlier, you Found such a big piece of Purple Sun Gold.”

Chu Zicheng's originally handsome face was somewhat deformed due to the purple gold.

The corner of Qian Shu's mouth twitched and he said speechlessly, if he knew that the entire courtyard of Su Mansion was made of Ziyang Gold, he wouldn't be so beautiful that he would faint on the spot.

"Then do you think this piece of Ziyang Gold can be used as an alchemy furnace?"

"Yes, that's great. After making the Ziyang Cauldron, the leftover materials can be used to make a dagger."

Chu Zicheng hugged Ziyang Jin as if he was holding his own wife.

"Then are you sure you can make the Ziyang Cauldron?"

Qian Shu opened his eyes just now and closed them again when he saw this scene.

"I'm half sure, but don't worry, if the Ziyang Cauldron is broken, I can still melt it again. If I hit it again, it may be smaller than the first time, and there will inevitably be damage in the process."

"Well, no matter how many times you hit it, as long as the Ziyang Cauldron can be used, as for the remaining materials, just think of it as my gift to you."

Chu Zicheng was immediately moved. His eyes showed a look of good brother, good sister, you are really my good relative.

"Qianshu~ Why are you so nice to me?"