Wan Xinrong was suddenly startled: "The real person means..."

"Gong Luo and I have been investigating this matter for the past few days. Maybe it is not that simple." Lin Jue said, "You are too seriously injured. Take a good rest. We will investigate this matter clearly."

"..."

Wan Xinrong unexpectedly stood up.

As expected of a practitioner of the Five Elements Spiritual Technique, all the bones in his body were obviously broken, but with just a few drops of spiritual liquid from Luo Gong and a pill from Lin Jue, he was able to recover in such a short time.

It seems that this person's skills are average and his moral conduct is not shallow.

After turning over, he knelt down and lay on the ground. He mustered up his strength, endured the pain, and kowtowed to Lin Jue and others with tears streaming down his face:

"If Zhenren Lin can really avenge Wan for killing his wife, from now on, Wan's life will belong to Zhenren. Wherever Zhenren points, I will go."

Lin Jue immediately went to help him.

Mr. Luo was unmoved, standing at the door with his arms folded, watching him kowtow, and hearing him talk like this, he just laughed:

"You will think of good things!"

Wan Xinrong just cried and kowtowed repeatedly.

Lin Jue pulled him up and, in order to change the subject, took out two books.

"It just so happens that my junior sister has already copied the remaining two of the three spells promised to fellow Taoist Wan. Fellow Daoist Wan can use them to practice. Don't think about anything else for the time being." Lin Jue said, "

I'll find a bone-setter for you tomorrow to prevent your bones from growing crooked."

…

Night has already fallen.

Mr. Luo went out again.

With a bamboo hat and a long sword, the martial artist walked hurriedly on the street.

The hidden streets of Changjing are where Jianghu people gather. The lights are not extinguished all night long, and the smell of alcohol is suffocating. Sometimes Luo Gong is talking to others, and sometimes other Jianghu people are whispering to each other.

In the small courtyard.

The fox jumped up on the desk and blew into the lamp. When he saw the night watch lamp burning with a big but golden flame, he jumped down.

Lin Jue was walking around the house.

Picking up the broken Taoist robe, he looked distressed.

"Clothes! They're rotten!"

A fox's voice came from the side.

"yes."

"Buy a new one!"

"It's not that easy."

“Easy! Buy it on the street!”

"That's not true."

"reason!"

"The cloth bought on the street is not woven by fairies from clouds. How can it be so soft? The newly made Taoist robe also has some threads, scratchy places, and inappropriate places. I have worn this Taoist robe for several years, and now it is

Slowly put it on to suit me. If you don't wear it, you won't know that this kind of clothes is the most comfortable." Lin Jue said to him slowly, "Besides, people have feelings."

The fox tilted his head and looked at him, not quite understanding, and only heard one sentence:

“Fairies weave cloth from clouds!”

"This is a story."

"story!"

Lin Jue had no choice but to throw away the Taoist robe.

"I'll tell you later."
Chapter completed!