Every time I wear it quickly, there are always big guys giving it away.

After recovering from his injuries, Zhu Lu knelt on the ground and bowed slowly: "Sir!"

Chen Jia turned his back to her and faced the courtyard. The lush camellia trees swayed gracefully in the breeze. The dark green and light green narrow leaves overlapped and were like crystal clear jade, reflecting the warm golden sunlight.

She tilted her head: "Why see me?"

Zhu Lu used to try to get as close to Taiyin Peak as possible and often wander around there. Chen Jia didn't quite understand her behavior.

"The Third Elder explained to me the punishment of cleansing the soul and chilling the bones. I was panicked. It was because I could not discern people's hearts that I suffered this. I even caused Taiyin to suffer for me. It was my fault!"

After the Third Elder's explanation, Zhu Lu felt ashamed for having harassed the Great Elder Xinyi of Sui Mu for many days. It was thanks to her mediation that they were able to meet each other again.

Chen Jia said calmly: "I intervened in this matter without permission. I didn't mean to favor you. There's no need to do this."

"I know you have your own difficulties! I just want to thank you in person!" Zhu Lu decisively took out a few bottles of healing pills that he had made himself and placed them on the floor. "I am not capable enough, so I tried my best to make these bottles of healing pills. I heard from the elders that these pills may help your injuries."

The Third Elder not only talked about the Spirit Nourishing Pill, but also talked about the cultivation of Taiyin.

As one's cultivation becomes more profound, one's emotions become more and more indifferent.

There will never be a chance to fall in love in your entire life.

The other elders, to varying degrees, suffered from the torture of Qianyun Chongshui because of their love, until their love was pulled out.

"This pill has no effect on me." Chen Jia only needed to take a glance to know the effect of the medicine. His spiritual consciousness was too badly damaged, so it could only be slowly resolved.

Zhu Lu's elixir only treats the symptoms and not the root cause, but it should be useful for other mental injuries, so Chen Jia doesn't want to waste it.

Zhu Lu forced a smile and cheered himself up, "This is useless, there must be other ways, I'll go find them!"

She stood up in panic, "I'm leaving now, remember to take the pills!"

The door behind her closed. Chen Jia looked at the camellia tree quietly and reached out to catch the falling leaves, one, two, three. More and more leaves swirled around her, turning into emerald green light, blending into her body and nourishing her wounded heart.

"So you have this ability!" she exclaimed with a smile.

The camellia shook its lush crown and said, "It was that weirdo who told me to do this!"

Chen Jia didn't understand what it was saying, but she thought that the tree was becoming more and more spiritual, and perhaps one day it would be able to transform into a human form.

The camellia tree naturally didn't know that its owner had high hopes for it.

Day after day, it diligently drops a pile of leaves to nourish its owner's traumatized mind.

"Thank you, I have fully recovered. Tomorrow, you don't have to mess with your own leaves." Chen Jia caught the last fallen leaf and said to it.

The camellia tree shook its branches to show that it heard.

The little golden crow flapped its wings, glided, and landed on the branch of the camellia tree. Its three slender claws firmly grasped the branch, folded its golden wings, and called to Chen Jia a few times.

Chen Jia waved, "Come here quickly, little sesame ball. I haven't seen you for a few days, and you are getting closer to your name."

That day she had just casually given it the name "Sesame Ball". The little golden crow was very ill-tempered. It barked at her a few times angrily, flapped its pair of cool wings, and left without looking back. No matter how Chen Jia called it, it was useless.

When the little golden crow heard the name, it jumped on the branch in dissatisfaction, screamed a few times, and pecked at the leaves in frustration to vent its anger.

Camellia: No, man, you only pick on the weak ones?

Jinwu looked at me disdainfully: Ka (What’s the matter, I can’t pinch you?)!

The camellia tree retreated: Congratulations, Lord Jinwu, you have caught a weak opponent.

Jinwu: ...You are such a soft persimmon with no temper!

Being bullied, nothing is accomplished.

The Camellia Tree wanted to cry but had no tears: You are Lord Jinwu who can spit divine fire. If I get hard, won’t there be nothing left?

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It's boring, really boring.

Lord Jinwu pondered his own status, flew down from the camellia tree, landed on the wooden floor, carried his three little kids, held their furry little heads high, and approached with a reserved look on his round belly.

Karma——

Foolish mortals, come here—

Chen Jia grabbed its round body and crushed it in his palm. The Golden Crow reappeared with disheveled hair, taking drunken steps, with a dazed look in his eyes and staggering.

How could this be possible!

The little golden crow rotated 720 degrees and slowly covered the ground. Its black eyes formed a circle of mosquito coils.

The camellia leaves rustled, and it looked as if they were smiling.

Lord Jinwu, you are so useless!

When Jin Wu woke up from his dizzy state, Chen Jia was already sitting cross-legged in the center of the hall, holding Ming Yue Xin in his hand, and entered a state of cultivation.

The little golden crow barked a few times, ran forward quickly, jumped onto Chen Jia's legs, and lay on its back with its legs spread out happily, enjoying the aura that lingered around her body when she was practicing.

That was a spiritual aura that even the Golden Crow could not resist.

The camellia tree looked at the man and the bird in the center of the hall with envy, wishing it could grow legs or wings so it could be closer to its master.

On the other hand, Zhu Lu received many thrilling tasks from the Deacon Hall.

She would definitely investigate every place that might help heal the wounds of the soul, no matter how difficult the task there was.

"That's enough, Zhu Lu, don't take any more risks!" The third elder had to dissuade him, "The one at Tai A Peak will not ignore Tai Yin's injury!"

Don't force yourself anymore!

The third elder wanted to say this.

Zhu Lu paused, trying to convince the Third Elder, and at the same time, himself, "This is the last mission. If I still can't find it, I won't leave."

"Zhu Lu, I'll wait for you to come back." The third elder finally let go and looked at her intently.

Zhu Yu smiled and replied: "Okay, I will definitely come back early!"

She waved her hand, her steps calm and firm, with the courage to overcome all difficulties.

The third elder looked in the direction she left, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

This child is so stubborn!

The Third Elder shook his head and said that he would have to have a good talk with Zhu Lu when she came back and confine her for a period of time. If she kept running outside like this, how could she make further progress?

The cultivation levels of Sui Mu's other young emissaries were gradually improving, and it seemed that Zhu Lu would be the last one to fall behind.

If you get squeezed down, you might end up crying.

The third elder spent a sleepless night thinking about ways to improve Zhu Lu's cultivation.