After Hongyu finished washing and came down from the second floor with his bank card, the old man and the young man in the store were chatting happily.
The little girl sat upright on the wooden stool, eating snacks with relish, and lecturing from time to time.
Jiang Yuezhong bowed his head, smiled and spoke softly, being more respectful and honest than ever before.
This scene shocked Hongyu, who was familiar with the character and temperament of the old Taoist priest.
"The outside world said that you left the Chen family and parted ways with Chen Xuanjun. I didn't believe it at first, but now it seems that the rumors are true. You are much smarter than when you stayed on Daomen Mountain." Dao Huoer pointedly said: "
It was a wise move not to offend Kunlun, you did a good job."
Jiang Yuezhong gently touched his chest and said with a pained expression: "To be honest, little ancestor, I am really scared of being beaten."
"There is Su Xinglan in front, and a mysterious man wearing a human skin mask behind."
"I haven't done anything bad yet, and I'm beaten to the point where I'm in a bad situation."
"From the moment I stepped half a foot into the fourteenth floor of the force, I was stunned to return to the eleventh floor."
"If you continue to fall like this, you will die or die."
Dao Huo'er smiled knowingly, dropped the dried mango in his hand and said, "Come here, let me see how the injury is."
Jiang Yuezhong hurriedly stepped forward and took the initiative to roll up his robe and expose his wrists.
Daohuo'er separated the empty spot, and his fingertips emitted a faint firelight.
Jiang Yuezhong said aggrievedly: "It hurts the internal organs and requires meditating and drinking medicine every day. It will be difficult to recover to the past within three to five years."
Dao Huo'er didn't say anything. He loosened his fingers and put his palms together, pressing them against the chest of the old Taoist priest.
Jiang Yuezhong was shocked, and then overjoyed.
Terrifying spiritual power wandered through his body, powerfully sorting out his veins that were clogged with blood congestion.
"Little ancestor, you..."
Jiang Yuezhong's eye sockets were moist and he was bursting with tears.
Dao Huo'er worked hard, and his whole body was filled with fire.
After a while, she stopped her hand without changing her expression and said, "Well, isn't this the twelfth level of force?"
"You can take care of the rest slowly. In half a year at most, you will be able to restore your strength to the thirteenth level."
"Su Xinglan, show mercy, that mysterious man doesn't want your life either."
"Every time you learn something, you gain wisdom. After all, I was the one who grew up watching you. You have to be obedient."
Dao Huo'er lectured in the tone of an elder: "Conspiracy and conspiracy are not suitable for you. You are an old drunkard and you have the whole Taoist sect to rely on. You can hide your head and hide your tail."
"He can afford to gamble and lose."
"You can't do it. If you lose again, you will die."
"People often say that you should pick the softest persimmons. If you want to strive for luck and beat the old drunkard, you can start with other veins."
"For example, if the sun is declining in Buddhism or Yunchong, it won't be a big problem if you touch it."
Jiang Yuezhong choked with sobs and wiped away tears. He nodded and said: "I used to follow Chen Xuanjun. He wanted to move Kunlun. I couldn't stop him."
"Now that I have successfully escaped from the Chen family, I will naturally not do such stupid things asking for trouble again."
Dao Huo'er jumped off the wooden bench and walked along the shelves and said: "A person's small troubles will never make a difference."
"I have been in Taoism for three hundred years, and I see some things more clearly than you."
"The so-called battle over luck is just an experience among the younger generations."
"Six meridians and six meridians, for thousands of years, the six meridians have always coexisted."
"Have you ever heard of any lineage that was destroyed due to lack of luck?"
