If the stranger never shows up, someone will inevitably suspect that her family is lying.
There are too many smart people in this world, and surveillance is everywhere. If no real stranger appears, Wang Jingzhu's lies will be exposed sooner or later.
In order not to expose the nationality card, Wang Jingzhu deliberately created the RV and gave a misleading message, hoping that the man in black robe would think that the RV was a teleportation weapon.
The man in black robe didn't wait for Wang Jingzhu's answer and asked again: "Can't you say it?"
"Senior, this is my secret, can you keep it secret?"
"Do I need to be sworn to secrecy?"
"Does swearing work?"
"Yes. I swear by my Taoist heart. If I reveal even half of what I heard and saw today, I will be disturbed by my inner demons and will not end well." The man in black robe raised his right hand and pointed to the sky to swear an oath.
As soon as the oath was uttered, there was a thunderous sound, as if in response.
The man in black robe seemed to be startled by the thunder. He raised his head, but could not see the sky. He could only see the beautiful luminous magic weapon on the roof.
He was stunned for a moment, pointed to the top of his head and said, "This is it?"
"lamp!"
"here it is……"
"Rongxing."
"Not Xinghua?"
"no."
"Can we still go back?"
"Yes, but it will take a few days." Wang Jingzhu said deliberately. First, she didn't want the other party to know that her teleportation could be used continuously in a short period of time; second, if she didn't keep this person here for a few days, how could he take the initiative to show off his "alien" methods?
"That's good!" The man in black robe obviously gave a sigh of relief.
"So, senior, can I know who you are now?"
The man in black robe adjusted his mask and remained silent.
Wang Jingzhu: "Shouldn't I know who knows my secret?"
"I have sworn an oath, and Heaven has responded. The oath has come true."
Wang Jingzhu sneered. "Senior Brother Fusheng, is it necessary to cover up?"
"How did you recognize me?" The man in black robe took off his Batman mask. Under the mask, life is indeed floating.
"My guess!"
"Guess?" Fusheng's voice returned to normal and he no longer spoke under his breath.
"It's easy to guess. I only know a few of you from the Wentian Sect. You, Senior Brother Mingkong, Chief Manager Xingzhi, and Peak Master Daoning. The mouth patterns of the four of you are obviously different."
Of course Wang Jingzhu would not say that she knew his sword. Wang Jingzhu had seen his sword and remembered it deeply. She clearly remembered the mysterious runes on the hilt and the inscriptions on the sword.
In silence, he crushed the Batman mask. I don’t know if I believe it or not.
"The situation of the two-winged iron-toothed rat is very strange, extremely manic, and it can always track us and cannot get rid of us. It is very likely that we have been drugged." Fusheng said.
"Drug?" Wang Jingzhu was frightened and hurriedly checked whether there was any abnormality on her body.
"Miss Wang, there is no need to panic. This medicine was probably put on our clothes. It must have some kind of special smell, and we have been contaminated by it."
"Senior Brother Fusheng, just like Senior Brother Mingkong, call me Junior Sister." Wang Jingzhu said and used the dust-purifying technique on himself and Fusheng.
Floating life is like a flow. "It's useless, Junior Sister Wang. The dust purification technique can only purify the filth, but it cannot purify the smell."
"What should we do?"
"Ordinary clothes should be burned directly. Armor, weapons and jewelry that cannot be discarded need to be refined with spiritual power."
Cleansing is not refining, it is equivalent to using spiritual power to take a bath inside and out, which is gentle and does not harm the object being washed.
Of course Wang Jingzhu would not.
Fusheng was practicing his flying sword, while Wang Jingzhu watched from the side. After watching it for a while, he learned it.
Fusheng was not aware of someone's stealing from his master at all.
The art of cleansing is a common basic art in the world of cultivation. Who can't do it?
Wang Jingzhu said: "I'll go to the next room."
It is indeed inappropriate for men and women to be in the same room, especially in the bedroom.
"Junior sister Wang, you stay here while I go out." Fusheng stopped his work and stood up. "Junior sister Wang, don't forget to clean up your hair and body."
Wang Jingzhu frowned. "You also need to be cleansed on your body?" That would be so painful!
Fusheng was stunned for a moment, what kind of idiotic idea is this? "No need. Just take a bath with the healing potion and it'll be fine."
"I don't have one. Senior Brother Fusheng, do you have many?"
Fusheng silently dug out a packet of medicine and handed it out.
"Thank you, Senior Brother Fusheng!"
There was only one bathroom, and Wang Jingzhu planned to give it to Fusheng.
There was an unfamiliar man in the room, and any girl with a sense of safety would not take a shower.
"Brother Fusheng, my bathtub is a bit small, please make do with it." Thinking that Fusheng might not know how to use the bathroom facilities, Wang Jingzhu led Fusheng into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and held up the fluffy head to rinse the bathtub. "Look, is the water temperature suitable?"
"suitable."
As the first disciple of Wentian Sect, Fusheng has his own spiritual pool for bathing. Compared to the spiritual pool, the bathtub is indeed too small.
But Fu Sheng was not the one who had his own spiritual pool from the beginning. Before becoming the first disciple, he was also a bathtub user.
Compared with the bathtub, Wang Jingzhu's bathroom is much better. Just turn the switch, water will flow out naturally, and the water temperature can be adjusted, which is really amazing!
Fusheng used his spiritual consciousness to explore for a while and understood the principle. Although he was very surprised how this object could automatically heat up without any aura fluctuations or any traces of formations, but as a weapon refiner, it was not difficult to use formations to imitate a version with aura fluctuations.
He thought in his mind: I will build one when I get back and shock the old antiques in the Death Sect.
It takes some time for the tub to fill with water.
Wang Jingzhu led Fusheng into the living room, asked Fusheng to sit down, handed him a bottle of sparkling water, and said: "Brother Fusheng, this is the mortal world, and there is almost no aura. The people here are ordinary people, and there are no immortal cultivators. Even if there are, they are just like me, hiding quietly. I feel sorry for you to live here these days. I personally suggest you not to wander around. "
Fusheng had many questions in his mind. When Wang Jingzhu finally started to introduce this world, he pointed at the TV screen and asked, "What is this?"
Wang Jingzhu had no intention of teaching Fusheng how to use modern equipment. "Senior Brother Fusheng, you don't have to worry about what it is. By the way, the most important thing is that this is a society ruled by law. Senior Brother Fusheng, you must not kill someone! Absolutely not! If you get blood here, don't blame me for not caring. you."
Fusheng: What is a society ruled by law?
Full of questions, he didn't have the nerve to ask. Fusheng nodded slightly. "Well, don't worry, I'm not a murderous person."
"Even if someone provokes you, you can't kill anyone!"
"Why?" Fusheng frowned.
The rules of the world of cultivation are an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. If someone bullies you, you have to pay it back tenfold!
"Brother Fusheng, if you kill someone here, the police will chase you to the ends of the earth and arrest you. In order not to be implicated by you, I have to pretend that I don't know you. Don't think that I will take you back to Tianlan That’s it. Just stay here and sit through the bottom of the prison.”
Wang Jingzhu was too worried that Fusheng would turn on the killing mode, so she could only threaten him by not taking him home. That should work, right?
Fu Sheng: ...(Ruthless!)
