He Weitong didn't talk much with Chen Yulou, because what the future is is the future, and now it's better to take care of the present.

And even if the future is unrecognizable, it has nothing to do with ordinary people like Chen Yulou, there is no doubt about these things.

And even if the future is unrecognizable, as long as it doesn't affect him, it has nothing to do with him.

He Weitong collected his thoughts, and then focused his attention on Luo Lao Crooked again.

Sure enough, He Weitong simply checked, and the evil qi completely settled in Luo Lao's crooked body, if He Weitong guessed correctly, there was still the soul of the mandrill in that evil qi.

The reason why He Weitong took out a corpse talisman and pasted it was to prevent the mandrill from borrowing the corpse to return to the soul.

Knowing the true status quo, He Weitong no longer delayed, but directly put his true temperament into Luo Lao's crooked body.

Because now Luo Lao is just a body, so he doesn't have so many estimates, as long as Fang Zheng doesn't cripple his body, he will be fine.

He Weitong's true qi like the waves entered from Luo Lao's crooked limbs separately, quickly dissipating the evil qi.

In this way, in just half an hour, the evil qi in Luo Lao's body has been cleared, and Hua Ma Kui, who is holding Luo Lao's crooked, has the most right to speak, because the temperature of Luo Lao's body is gradually returning to normal.

About a quarter of an hour later, the last trace of evil qi in Luo Lao's body was cleared and cleaned.

He Weitong slowly called it a day, then reached out to uncover the yellow talisman on Luo Lao's crooked forehead, and finally took off the half-empty relics.

used true qi to restrain Luo Lao's soul body, and then put the soul body on top of Luo Lao's head.

After finishing it, He Weitong withdrew his hand, broke away from the soul body controlled by He Weitong, and immediately turned into wisps of ribbons into Luo Lao's crooked body.

Seeing this scene, He Weitong smiled slightly, he succeeded.

He Weitong took the relics and yellow talismans back into the cloth bag, then stuffed them back into his arms, and then slowly stood up.

"Dao Chief, how's it going?"

He Weitong met Chen Yulou's expectant eyes, and finally nodded and said, "When the soul is completely in the body, he will be able to wake up." ”

"You guys have hands here, I'll go out for a walk." He Weitong glanced back, and then said.

After speaking, without waiting for Chen Yulou to answer, he went directly to the door.

…………………

After Yizhuang, a hilltop.

The mountain has a wide field of vision, and He Weitong stands quietly on the top of the mountain, not knowing what he is thinking.

Yesterday's injury, because of the overnight recovery, is a little better, and the wound on the shoulder mountain has also had a tendency to scab, in a word, the injury on the body has gradually improved.

He Weitong looked at the green mountains in the distance and began to punch.

One move and one style, big opening and closing, natural and disciplined.

Gradually, the medicinal qi in the mountain began to slowly gather with He Weitong.

He Weitong did not consciously absorb it, but the medicinal qi still slowly entered He Weitong's body with the opening and closing of the upper and lower pores of the body.

He Weitong did not take the initiative to absorb, but he did not reject either.

The medicinal qi that entered the body finally sank into the dantian with the operation of the true qi, and turned into He Weitong's heritage.

Moreover, because of this medicinal gas, He Weitong's injuries are a little better.

He Weitong kept fighting for half an hour before he stopped.

He Weitong stood on the top of the mountain, the sweat stains on his body disappeared quickly, and He Weitong was thinking about this trip to Bottle Mountain.

Before he actually entered Bottle Mountain, he encountered a mandrill that almost killed him, although this is an exaggeration, but it is not nonsense.

Now it seems that because of the medicinal qi of this bottle mountain, if it really reaches the bottle mountain, there will definitely be no fewer monsters, and because it is relatively close to the bottle mountain, the strength of the monsters should be stronger.

With this thought, He Weitong slowly descended the mountain.

When he returned to Yizhuang, the withered grass in front of the courtyard of Yizhuang was shaved clean, a pile of grass was burned, and a bunch of people were added.

The people of Jieling and Luo Lao Crooked should have a total of more than 200 people.

"Daoist He, you're back." Hua Magui, who was busy in the open space in front of the courtyard, immediately greeted He Weitong when she saw him.

"Hmm."

"Have you brought all my salutes?" He Weitong walked into the house again and again and asked.

"Brought it, it's all in the house, do you want it now?" Hua Ma asked.

"Hmm." He Weitong nodded.

"Dao Chief, please come with me, I'll take you there."

The reason why He Weititong wanted to be virtuous and salute himself was firstly to get back the Xuantian Divine Sword, if he had the Xuantian Divine Sword in his hand last night, he might not be so embarrassed, and secondly, he needed to change his clothes.

Although because of his underwear, his robe is kept clean at all times and does not need to be changed, but the scratches on his body are too much, and the flesh is directly exposed on his shoulder.

Wearing such clothes is detrimental to his image.

Although he is not a defender, as a Taoist, he still has to maintain the image of a Taoist.

He Weitong followed Hua Ma into a room used to store things in Yizhuang.

Of course, it is unknown what the original purpose of this house was, anyway, after the group arrived, it became a storage room, storing a large number of explosives, food, and various daily necessities.

The room was not big, but it was full.

"Dao Chief, where are your things?" Hua Ma said as she stood in the doorway and pointed to a corner of the room.

Following the direction pointed by Hua Ma, He Weitong really found his salute.

"Dao Chief, please take care of yourself, my brothers have just arrived, and I still have a lot of things to deal with, so I will retire first." Hua Ma replied.

"Hmm."

He Weitong nodded, and then walked into the room by himself and came to his cage.

He opened the cage and took out the only Taoist robe inside, originally he didn't change the Taoist robe, this was prepared for him by Xie Laodao when he was in Wudang.

This robe was different from what he was used to wearing, it was a pure white robe.

A few minutes later, He Weitong changed his appearance, and the pure white Taoist robe was worn on his body, adding a touch of immortal aura to He Weitong.

The pure white robe, if it was someone else, would never wear it in such a place, but He Weitong did not have this concern, he could keep the robe clean at any time.

After putting on the robe, He Weitong picked up the Xuantian Divine Sword in the cage, clenched the hilt of the sword and pulled out a few points, looked at it, and then inserted it back.

He Weitong picked up the cage and walked out of the storage room, he decided, and from then on this cage could not leave his body.

Anyway, this cage is not heavy, and carrying it on his back will not hinder his movements.

"Dao Chief, my good Dao Chief!!

Before He Weitong could get out of the house, he heard shouts in the distance.

He Weitong raised his head and saw Luo Lao running over at a crooked trot, running as he ran.

"The Daoist's life-saving grace, Lao Luo, I remember it in my heart, what the Daoist needs to do in the future, just command, I will never say a word."