"If you can think of it, how could my master not think of it? The jade bed I sleep on now is made of a whole piece of top-grade soul jade."
"Just that jade bed is enough for me to practice for hundreds of years."
Si Junzhan glanced at Chen Yanshu and smiled again: "You don't know yet, right? The Soul Jade Pillow that the Sect Master gave you was cut from my Soul Jade Bed. Master cursed about it for many years."
Soul jade is hard to find, and a large piece of top-quality soul jade is even rarer.
This item had been kept in Jian Xiaofeng's warehouse for more than three thousand years, and no one was willing to move it until Si Junzhan got into trouble.
Although Master Xiao Feng is not very reliable, he is very protective of his disciples and even shows a bit of preference to those disciples who have suffered a misfortune.
After learning that Si Junzhan's injury might not heal, his preference for Si Junzhan reached its peak, and he sent all the useful things in the warehouse to Si Junzhan.
Sect Leader Ji originally wanted to cut half of the soul jade for Chen Yanshu, but he was chased and beaten by him across more than a dozen mountains, and in the end he could only cut out a pillow.
Chen Yanshu really didn't know about this. He was in a depressed mood at that time. He used whatever Sect Leader Ji gave him without asking about his background.
When Si Junzhan said this, he gestured to measure the size of his pillow, and then thought about the width of Si Junzhan's bed, and couldn't help laughing.
"My pillow is only half the width of your jade bed, so you are using the other half now, right?"
"So what? It originally belonged to Jian Xiaofeng."
Chen Yanshu smiled and said, “I just didn’t expect that my pillow and A Zhan’s pillow are a pair.”
Si Junzhan raised his hand and knocked him on the forehead: "What are you talking about? Are you going to give me the Sea Soul Jade or not? Tell me the truth!"
"Give it to me, give it to me. Ah Zhan wants me to give it to him. How can I not give it to him?"
Si Junzhan was impatient to hear him talk like this, and said disdainfully: "Of course you don't have to give it to me, and you don't have to drink this medicinal spring."
"That won't do. I want to share the joys and sorrows with A-Zhan, and live and die together."
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