Lin Jie yawned. He held his head with his bored hands and looked sideways at the two people chatting and bickering. It was quite interesting.
"Qianli: Witch, you said I was timid. How long did you look at that monster in your dream?"
"Witch: It must be longer than you anyway. After all, you are so short."
"Qianli: I'm angry."
Qianli was angry for a moment, and Lin Jie smiled.
Seeing that there was no one else but the two of them, he planned to put it away, but when he glanced at the chat records, he realized something.
So he stretched out his finger again.
"Xinhuo: Didn't you wake up after looking at that monster in your dream?"
"Witch: Is it so...short?"
"Qianli: The short one is also very cute."
No, I'm a girl, ah, my vest is Xu Huohuo, you two, I've said enough.
Lin Jie's head is full of dark things, can't these two be more serious?
"Qianli: Let me tell you, this is nothing surprising. Maybe you are a light sleeper?"
"Witch: It's possible."
Nonsense, my sleep quality is obviously comparable to that of a newborn baby.
Lin Jie gave up and put away the animal skin, thinking that what the other party said was possible. Maybe he was too sensitive?
Throwing away the worries in his heart, he continued to practice and did not fall asleep again.
Early the next morning, he woke up Ning Yuan and had breakfast together downstairs.
Lin Jie drank the porridge and gnawed on the meat buns.
Ning Yuan yawned and drank his porridge slowly without any energy.
Senior brother, what did you do yesterday? Lin Jie looked at Ning Yuan suspiciously.
Facing the strange look Lin Jie gave him, Ning Yuan felt that he needed to explain.
He put down the bowl and chopsticks, coughed, and sounded a little sulky.
"I stayed up all night last night, practicing sword talismans diligently, so I was tired."
Lin Jie curled his lips, but soon turned his eyes, put down his chopsticks, and rubbed his hands with enthusiasm.
"Senior Brother Ning, does he still have the sword talisman?"
"What do you want to do again?"
Ning Yuan was a little wary, he wanted to protect his own wool from being picked up by the other party.
"I'll help my senior brother with the research. I have some experience in making talismans."
Lin Jie looked sincere, but this did not impress Ning Yuan.
Ning Yuan chuckled twice.
"That's not possible. These talismans are very rare. Master just gave me two."
Two? Wouldn't that just give me one piece? Lin Jie rolled his eyes and was about to pray again, but there was nothing he could do. He was famous for being flexible and flexible.
"Stop, I'll give you one, but you have to return it to me when you return to the sect, so you can't damage it, lose it, or use it, do you understand?"
Ning Yuan was really afraid of Lin Jie's entanglement, so after thinking for a moment, he made a decision, and he really had expectations for Lin Jie.
After all, I have been researching for many days without making any breakthrough.
He took out the sword talisman from his pocket and handed it to Lin Jie. On the talisman was a very simple long sword with no special lines.
Lin Jie had seen it before, so he just took a look and put it away.
After breakfast, Ning Yuan went to the inn where the disciples of the main peak lived to see that Qin Ping had something to do, while Lin Jie went upstairs to continue practicing.
Practicing is really as lonely as licorice, Lin Jie sighed. After practicing for two hours, he couldn't bear the loneliness and left the room.
Lin Jie rubbed his arms and felt that he had reached a bottleneck again. This feeling of not being able to go up, not being able to go down, and being unable to break through was very uncomfortable.
Just like 460 lag when playing games, water cutoff in the middle of taking a bath, or when doing happy things... I was discovered!
Thinking about this, Lin Jie came to Zhao Guangming's room while complaining and found that the door handle was locked.
out?
When Lin Jie saw this, he planned to go back to the house. He just wanted to brush up his favorability.
But when he turned around and walked a few steps, he saw Zhao Guangming walking this way with a sullen face.
"Old Zhao, what's wrong?"
Lin Jie asked curiously.
Zhao Guangming did not hide it, and directly told Lin Jie what was annoying in his heart.
It turned out that he had just gone out for a walk and heard the street vendors talking about the fact that Li Yun, the son of Shen Mansion, rode his horse in the street yesterday and killed a blind old man. He was a little angry because of this.
After listening to Zhao Guangming's words, Lin Jie suddenly thought of the blind old man who painted for him the day before yesterday.
He stiffened his face, pursed his lips, and hissed.
"What's the old man's last name?"
"It seems his surname is Yang."
Zhao Guangming spat and returned to the house gloomily, leaving Lin Jie with a lot of thoughts.
…
Ning Yuan looked at Qin Ping in front of him and took out several books. They were all accounts checked by Lin Jie and Zhao Guangming.
"The accounts do not match up, but the amount is not large."
he added.
Qin Ping nodded and reached out to take it. After looking at it for a while, her face became calm.
"It's the same as our investigation. You calculated pretty quickly. You don't have any fake hands, right?"
"How could I do such a stupid thing."
Ning Yuan smiled, discussed with Qin Ping for a while, and decided to go to Shen Mansion together in the afternoon.
Then he returned all the way to the inn and bought some roadside snacks along the way.
When he arrived at the door of Lin Jie's room, he saw that the door was unlocked, so he opened the door and walked in without knocking.
As a result, there was no one inside. Ning Yuan scratched his head and went to Zhao Guangming's room again. He handed the food to Zhao Guangming. Ning Yuan leaned against the door frame and asked curiously.
"Do you know where Lin Jie went?"
Zhao Guangming shook his head, looking depressed. Ning Yuan couldn't stand his dull look and pulled him to sit down at the table.
After some careful reasoning, he figured out why.
"You think? Is it possible that Lin Jie goes to find Shen Yun?"
Ning Yuan suddenly thought this way. He knew that the blind old man named Yang was probably the one who was painting on the street the day before yesterday.
With Lin Jie's character, he might actually do this if his brain gets hot.
Zhao Guangming hummed, then looked out the window.
Ning Yuan stood up and rushed out. The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was possible. This was not the first time that Lin Jie had done something that the young man had done in a moment of bravery.
But as soon as he ran to the stairs, he saw a familiar figure slowly walking up.
"Senior Brother Ning, are you worried?"
"Lin Jie, you...what did you do just now?"
Lin Jie looked a little lonely, hehehe twice, his voice was low.
"Go and see how Lao Yang's funeral is being handled."
As expected, Ning Yuan gritted his teeth and walked with Lin Jie for a while, towards his room.
"Senior Brother Ning, are you worried about me going to find Shen Yun? Then you can rest assured, I'm not that impulsive."
After Lin Jie explained, Ning Yuan stopped and watched him walk back to his room with a lonely expression.
Ning Yuan had a headache. Why did his two teammates have a sense of justice and chivalry?
Lin Jie locked the door and lay directly on the bed, staring at the ceiling, in a daze and melancholy, while the wind chime on the window sill was blown by the breeze.
His thoughts couldn't help but be stretched, like the slanting shadow of a flying kite.
Just now, he went all the way to inquire about Lao Yang's residence and confirmed the answer that he didn't want to confirm. Lao Yang's funeral arrangements were simply handled by some kind-hearted neighbors.
Lao Yang's family had nothing of value and lived in a poor alley. He earned money from painting and often helped the poor people nearby, and his reputation was very good.
Everyone who knew him complained for him, but when officials from the government came and heard that Shen Yun had done it, they settled the matter hastily and paid some burial expenses.
Lin Jie thought about this with a sneer on his face and felt sad in his heart.
