Zhao Guangming was used to it. He hummed and put the booklet away carefully.
"Lin Jie, what are you doing? I haven't finished speaking yet."
"oh."
As soon as Lin Jie stood up, Ning Yuan asked him to sit down.
Ning Yuan continued.
"It seems that in order to ease the relationship with Dali, the sect took the initiative to give up some of the interests of the spirit stone mine. And the main peak came here this time to inform Shen An about this."
Senior brother, you really don’t hide anything from your brothers, but if this matter comes to pass, the sect will also spread it in the future, so there is no need to hide it deliberately.
Lin Jie thought about the meaning. If you can beat him, you will bully him. If you can't beat him, you will make friends. If you fall behind, you will be beaten. The weak will eat the strong.
I'm more curious now. Da Li's true strength has definitely broken away from the world of culture and martial arts, but what specific situation has he reached that can make the sect feel in danger.
I still have to look up the information after I go back, but I am just an ordinary foundation-building disciple, and there are not many books that I can browse. Then his eyes fell on Ning Yuan, and his eyes lit up.
Ning Jing saw Lin Jie's look and knew that he was thinking again. He was very pleased that although Lin Jie, his junior brother, was sometimes out of tune, he still acted as prudently as him.
"Uh, junior brother, why are you looking at me like that?"
Ning Yuan felt that Lin Jie's eyes were a little strange just now.
"Senior brother, do you think the sect and the Dali court will go to war?"
Zhao Guangming held it in for a long time before spitting out this sentence.
Ning Yuan neither denied nor nodded.
Lin Jie exhaled and knocked on the table.
"Old Zhao, you are thinking too far. Even if a war starts, we are only building the foundation. We can't stop it, and we can't change anything."
Lin Jie didn't say a word, that is, if there is a real war, we must be cannon fodder, although the main cannon fodder must be the Qi Refining disciples.
"Okay, I just said it casually, you two, please stop spreading rumors."
After Ning Yuan finished speaking, he looked at the window.
"That's it, let's go back."
Zhao Guangming responded, stood up and left.
"Do you have anything else?"
Ning Yuan glanced at Lin Jie, who responded and then grinned.
He took out the Thunder Talisman from his storage bag, placed it on the table, and displayed it in front of Ning Yuan.
"Thunder Talisman? Did you draw it?"
Lin Jie looked at Ning Yuan's surprised face and was very satisfied. Yes, what he wanted was this kind of effect of appearing holy in front of people.
He nodded, his tone melodious and proud.
"Practice for a few days and you will have some success."
The corner of Ning Yuan's mouth twitched. Looking at his dear teammate in front of him, he suddenly had the urge to beat him, but he still held it back and asked curiously.
"You don't just want to show me off, do you?"
Although the thunder talisman is difficult to draw, it is not like Ning Yuan has never seen it before, and has even drawn it before.
It was just that he didn't practice much and it became a bit wasteful. What surprised him was that Lin Jie, a foundation-building disciple, could actually succeed in painting.
"Senior Brother Ning, although my talisman is finished, it has not been tested yet."
Lin Jie spoke humbly and came closer, with a sincere face and a hint of pleading in his tone.
Ning Yuan had no expression on his face after hearing this, rubbed his teeth twice, stood up and threw Lin Jie out.
Lin Jie patted the locked door.
"Fu, senior brother, my talisman is still on the table."
After knocking for a long time, Lin Jie found a cinnabar talisman with flowing purple light lying on the ground, which was his thunder talisman.
It’s true, senior brother, he actually stuffed it through the crack of the door. What if it gets torn?
Lin Jie picked up the thunder talisman and looked at it against the light. After confirming that it was intact, he put it away safely.
Back in his room, Lin Jie collected his scattered thoughts.
He sat cross-legged on the bed and continued to comprehend the Light Shadow Sword Technique in his mind. He had now managed to learn seven or eight, but he had not really let go of it yet.
Actual combat is the only criterion for checking combat effectiveness. You can't just focus on superficial data, Lin Jie often told himself.
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The back room of Shen Mansion is located at the end of the house. It is relatively private and is usually where the daughter, maid and other female family members live.
In the attic, with a thick barrier blocking the cold late autumn wind, Shen Riyue sat on a bamboo chair with a mattress on it. The charcoal stove next to it glowed red, with little sparks coming out from time to time.
The maid on the side looked at the water leak on the wall and reminded her gently in a low voice.
"Miss, it's getting late."
Shen Riyue curled her lips and stared at the rice paper on the table.
"The courtyard is ancient and elegant, with stone walls and low ground covered with green grass. The cool breeze blows in the quiet place, and the shadows of flowers on the bamboo fence lean against the wooden sill."
She didn't know what to write at the end, so she paused here and seemed to be frozen.
She sighed, pouted, and handed the pen in her hand to the maid to clean.
Then he covered the rice paper with a book, left here, and returned to his room.
First, she loosened her tied hair, letting the soft strands fall onto her shawl, and she swept them with her hands.
Then he took off his coat and wore a thin silk lining to reveal his smooth, white neck and beauty.
Feeling a hint of coldness, Shen Riyue climbed onto the bed, and then felt that her mental state seemed to be very high.
She reached for a book on the bed table. It was a popular novel recently, recommended to her by some of her friends.
"The senior sister I've been in love with for three years now likes me."
When she first heard the title, she thought her friend was joking with her, but later her friend actually took out the book.
After accepting it, she looked at it for a while with curiosity, and then she became fascinated.
Later I got the whole volume, and I'm currently reading the third volume.
The author of this book is still a mystery because no one has heard of such a novel genius as Jie Lin.
Thinking of this, she yawned and rubbed her eyes. Her mind was in a mess, remembering that she was teased by a man named Lin Jie during the day.
His name was clearly Lin Jie but he lied to her that he was Lin Quli. Did he think he was lying to her? Do you think your name is Shen Ming?
Shen Ming doesn't sound nice, her name has the sun and the moon in it.
Only the sun and moon in the world will last forever. This was my father's expectation when he named himself. He hoped that he would be talented in spiritual practice, embark on the path of spiritual practice, and reach the Bridge of Immortality.
It's a pity that I don't have the qualifications to practice. Maybe this is why my father loves me more? But the second brother doesn’t have the qualifications to practice.
Thinking about these things, her mind turned into a ball of mush. In a daze, she seemed to realize something.
"Jie Lin, go to Limumu, go to Lilin."
"Lin Jie."
Is it a coincidence? She was a little confused, but she quickly gave up the idea. The world is so big and there are so many people with the same name and surname, let alone this one.
She yawned again, still holding the book in her hands and already feeling sleepy before turning the pages. She seemed to understand why her father said she had no talent for reading.
So she called the maid, put out the lamp, and fell asleep.
…………
Lin Jie practiced until early morning and put on a black mid-length shirt and trousers.
This kind of clothing is also called bunting. Lin Jie took a good shower and looked pretty in front of the bronze mirror.
Walking out of the room, he knocked on Ning Yuan's door.
"Is something wrong?"
Ning Yuan opened the door, rubbed his eyes, and sounded dissatisfied.
"Go practice sword practice, senior brother."
Ning Yuan said nothing and looked at Lin Jie with dull eyes, meaning, "You are thinking shit."
