Mo Lao's words made Lin Jingyu happy.

He almost forgot one thing, that is, Mo Lao's identity.

Who is Mo Lao?

Elder Taishang of the Huashan faction!

Such an identity, placed in the Huashan Sect and even in the entire cultivation world, is a dazzling existence, you can imagine what kind of powerful figure Mo Lao was when he was still alive.

And Lin Jingyu also realized his own identity: Mo Lao's personal disciple.

"Xiaoyu, I'm ashamed, I'm a master, after all, I haven't taught you anything from Zhenzi, I'm not a qualified master, and I hope to ...... Don't be surprised. ”

"Don't say that, Mo Lao, you are in a special situation now, and those things that are taught will wait until you take care of your body." Lin Jingyu said.

Mo Lao is just a soul, what can he do?

In Lin Jingyu's eyes, there are many things that Mo Lao can't do.

"By the way, Mo Lao, are you cultivating in the Soul Nourishing Jade?" Lin Jingyu asked.

"Yes, it is cultivation, through cultivation, I want to restore my soul to the peak state." Mo Lao Dao.

Lin Jingyu thought for a moment, this kind of thing is really amazing, it can actually be cultivated, and it can communicate with people like this.

"Then Mo Lao, how is the progress of your cultivation?" Lin Jingyu asked again.

"A year at most, half a year at the least, my soul will be able to return to its peak state, and at that time, hehe......"

Mo Lao couldn't help but look forward to it, fantasizing about what kind of picture it would be like at that time.

When he's back to his prime, that's ......

It's more than a year, but it's not long, and I don't know what state Mo Lao's soul will be in after it recovers, it's awesome!

Lin Jingyu thinks.

"In that case, Elder Mo, you have to cultivate hard and return to your peak state as soon as possible, by the way, you are in the Soul Nourishing Jade, can you communicate with me?"

Lin Jingyu realized a problem.

"This ......"

Mo Lao couldn't answer, and then said, "I can try it now, if I can, I don't have to run out all day to talk to you." ”

Lin Jingyu nodded, there is a difference between being able to communicate and not being able to communicate.

So, Mo Lao began to act, buzzing, and the space fluctuated in bursts, converging towards the location of the storage bag.

In less than two minutes, the fluctuations subsided, or rather, Mo Lao had completely entered the storage bag, inconspicuous and mysterious.

"Mo Lao, can you hear me?" Lin Jingyu shouted in his consciousness.

"Yes, there is a voice, I heard you talking, it turns out that I can really communicate with you normally inside, haha."

Mo Lao smiled excitedly.

"It's really okay, that's good, you can cultivate well inside, and I'll communicate with you like this in the future."

Hearing Mo Lao's excited words, Lin Jingyu felt relieved, and the next thing became a lot clearer.

Push back the clouds and see the blue sky......

This night, Mo Lao was meditating on his cultivation, and Lin Jingyu was also cultivating......

……

When Lin Jingyu opened his eyes, he found a ray of light coming through the window.

By morning, it was time for Lin Jingyu to do something.

There are still three days before the start of the high school entrance examination, which Lin Jingyu calculated, he will finish all the junior high school courses in these three days, of course, he will learn it once.

However, what Lin Jingyu wants to do next is not to study, but to donate.

He found Han Sanqiang's number, organized the language a little, and dialed it.

This is Han Sanqiang's private number, so if Lin Jingyu dials it, he must have answered it himself.

"Hey, hello."

It was a slightly familiar voice, and there was a kind of fortitude in the words.

Fortitude is not something that ordinary people have.

"Hello, is this a police uncle?" Lin Jingyu said politely.

For respectable people, Lin Jingyu will be very polite.

"Oh? Are you ......," Han Sanqiang asked.

It's really rare to call the police uncle on the phone and call his private number, and the point is that he is indeed a police officer.

The person who called him a police uncle should be a teenager.

It's just that he can't remember for a while, how a child can have his number.

"Uncle policeman, I'm the boy you saw when you came to Linyang Town before, and you gave me the number." Lin Jingyu explained.

"Linyang Town? Ever given a number? ”

Han Sanqiang couldn't help but feel a burst of doubts, and he began to recall when he had been to Linyang Town, and when he had given his private number to a boy.

These are all questions that arise in Han Sanqiang's heart, and he needs time to react.

However, he has a fairly good memory, and he is good at tracking clues, so it didn't take long for him to come up with the answer.

"Yes, I went to the police station to register at that time." Lin Jingyu added.

"Oh, there you have, there you remember, you called... Lin Jingyu, right? Han Sanqiang suddenly realized.

"Yes, yes, I'm Lin Jingyu, uncle policeman, hello!"

Hearing that Han Sanqiang still remembers, Lin Jingyu is also happy, it's good to remember.

"Okay, Lin Jingyu, do you have something?" Han Sanqiang asked.

After a few months, Lin Jingyu didn't call the number he gave, and now that he has called, there must be something wrong.

"Actually, it's not a big deal, it's just a small question, I want to ask Uncle Han to help come up with ideas, and I hope Uncle Han will take the time to answer it." Lin Jingyu said.

Changed the title to Uncle Han to make it more affectionate.

"What's the problem, let's hear about it?"

Lin Jingyu said it so easily, so Han Sanqiang was willing to answer, it wouldn't be a big problem.

This is what Lin Jingyu wants, and he can continue.

"That's Uncle Han, I want to donate ......"

……

The whole call lasted ten minutes before it ended, and Han Sanqiang on the other end of the phone was surprised or surprised, or shocked.

He didn't expect that Lin Jingyu actually had such a huge sum of money in his hands, and Lin Jingyu did not hide it from him, telling him that this was the money he won from the casino.

However, Lin Jingyu meant to donate the money, and such a move made Han Sanqiang feel a lot more balanced.

Gambling is inherently illegal, so Han Sanqiang is very sensitive to this.

After thinking about it again, Han Sanqiang finally agreed with Lin Jingyu's idea, and according to Lin Jingyu's meaning, he brought the money to the city himself.

Of course, Han Sanqiang also proposed that he could send a few people to pick up Lin Jingyu from the city in a car, but Lin Jingyu politely refused.

He carries money himself, safer than the police.

That's it.

The cash of two million is an eye-catching existence wherever it is placed, so Han Sanqiang attaches great importance to it, and when he hears Lin Jingyu's request, even if he has something to do, he will push those things aside, and protect Lin Jingyu's money first.

In other words, he will quietly wait for Lin Jingyu's arrival in the city.

That's it, Lin Jingyu hung up the phone.

"Mo Lao, I'm going to the city today, are you going?" Lin Jingyu asked.

"Is it in the city of Jimu?" Mo Lao asked.

"Yes." Lin Jingyu nodded.

"Of course I go, I haven't been out for decades, you want to suffocate me." Mo Lao pretended to complain.

Lin Jingyu's black line, what does it mean to suffocate him, he didn't think like this at all, right?

Let's take Mo Lao and break into Jimu City......