Such a thought crossed my mind.

He Song looked down at the teacup in front of him, and was speechless for a while.

Seemingly.

The other side is not really cautious.

But he sensed his own existence, so he didn't dare to do it.

It may be that he is worried that he will have a praying mantis to catch cicadas and yellow finches when he does it, or it may be because he is worried that Lin Cong is not dead.

But now it seems.

There is a high probability that the other party will do it today.

Holding the teacup without moving at all, He Song listened carefully to the footsteps next door.

The slight sound of footsteps circled the house, and then stood at the window of the next house.

Pause for a moment.

Let's click~

With a slight sound, He Song suddenly realized that the window of Lin Cong's house had been opened.

The windows are open.

The man who had been stepping on it for half a month also quickly turned into the house.

Close the window.

Then, there was silence.

He Song was not in a hurry or impatient, still holding a teacup and listening quietly.

He's waiting.

Wait for the other person to leave.

Or Lin Cong shot and killed the other party.

No matter how the situation develops, it will not have much impact on He Song, and he naturally won't care too much.

Next door.

A thin man in a long robe gently closed the window behind him, blocking out most of the outside world.

Glancing around, the man quickly reached for the only quiet room in the room.

In addition to the outer room with windows, there is also a quiet room.

The outer rooms are made of ordinary wood and are used for entertaining guests and daily life.

The ashram is made of soundproof wood and is used for daily practice and mantra practice without worrying about being disturbed.

Almost every house is designed this way.

Therefore, the man is familiar with the road.

The sound at his feet was faint, and the man held a steel dagger and cautiously touched it towards the quiet room.

"Half a month, if this person is dead, the body is in the quiet room, it shouldn't stink, but the kid next door stays in the room every day and doesn't know what he's doing, so I waited in vain for half a month, if I have a chance to ...... in the future"

As he approached the quiet room, a hint of ferocity flashed in the man's eyes.

But then, he shook his head again.

"Forget it, that kid is an insider of Xianfang, I can't stay in Xianfang if I kill him, but fortunately he is not at home today, this person's relics, I will laugh at it!"

With this in his heart, a strong look of greed appeared in the man's gaze when he looked at the quiet room.

A relic of the third layer of Qi training.

Anyway, there must be dozens of spirit stones, right?

He knew that Lin Cong was in a strong figure, and at first glance he was not an ordinary monk.

It is difficult to open from the outside when the ashram is closed.

But it can't be difficult for immortal cultivators.

Without worrying about someone disturbing him, it was still very easy for an immortal cultivator to break through a quiet room.

However, the sound may attract the attention of those around you.

This is also the reason why he waited for He Song to leave before starting to do it.

Crunch ~ crunch ~

With a gut-sore sound, the door to the ashram was slowly pried open.

However.

Just as the door of the quiet room was pried open, and everything in the room was exposed to the man's eyes, a touch of horror instantly surged into the man's heart.

"I've been waiting for a long time." Lin Cong smiled fiercely and spoke, and a big hand like a fan grabbed the neck of the person in front of him.

The other hand gently pinched the trick.

A flash of sword light instantly cut off all the hands and feet of the man in front of him.

Immediately after, a magic weapon sword was aimed at the man's terrifying eyes under Lin Cong's manipulation.

Severe pain in the body.

Plus suffocation at the neck.

and the fear of being suddenly cut into a stick.

The man who originally wanted to come and pick up the relics was stunned.

I want to scream.

The pressure on his neck made it impossible for him to escape.

I want to beg for mercy, but I find that I can't even speak.

He could only keep signaling Lin Cong to spare his life with his eyes.

At this time.

The blood stains on Lin Cong's body have dried up, and although the depression in his chest has not healed, it is much better than before.

Not only did he not die.

Lin Cong's injuries seem to be mostly healed.

The cultivation of the third layer of Qi training, coupled with his body like a tiger and wolf, took down the person in front of him in one fell swoop.

"I didn't dare to enter the house for half a month, if you come the next day, there is a real possibility that a certain family will be on your way." Looking at the man in front of him who had been cut into a stick, Lin Cong's eyes flashed with murder.

The big hand that grabbed the other party's neck also began to exert force at this moment.

"Remember in the next life, some things either don't touch, if you want to touch, you have to thunder means!"

Before dying.

The man heard the words in his ear.

I couldn't help but scold He Song in my heart.

If it weren't for the fear of being caught by He Song's mantis and the yellow finch, he wouldn't have waited until today to make a move.

It is likely that after knowing that Lin Cong was seriously injured and returned, he went directly to the door the next day.

He also didn't expect that He Song was practicing spells, and he didn't go out much for half a month.

Unfortunately, there are no ifs in this world.

The abuse he was invoking in his heart at the moment, He Song wouldn't know about it at all.

Even Lin Cong in front of him.

I don't know what's going on in his heart at the moment.

He Song didn't know that he had killed someone for some reason.

I don't know what happened to the other party after entering Lin Cong's house.

But.

After waiting for a long time, and after the sky was dark, he still didn't see the other party come out, and He Song already had the answer in his heart.

This person is afraid that he has already died in Lin Cong's house.

There is a high probability that Lin Cong did not die, but healed in the room.

As for why there was no sound for half a month.

What should be eaten is Bigu Dan, plus meditation and healing do not require movement, so naturally there will be no sound.

Some speculations flashed through his mind, and He Song's expression quickly relaxed.

Lin Cong is dead or not.

It doesn't have much to do with me.

Dead, don't lose anything yourself.

If you don't die, you won't gain anything.

The two have only met twice and said hello twice.

The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, and He Song will not take this matter to heart.

Put away the tea set.

He Song soon began to meditate and cultivate.

......

Time flies.

Tempus fugit.

In the blink of an eye, another month passed quietly.

At this time, it has been a month and a half since He Song became a Lingzhifu.

Among the five acres of spiritual field, the spiritual rice that grew has also been pulled out by He Song and replanted with seedlings.

This is recorded in the book "Spiritual Plant Planting Techniques", and the tips that can effectively increase the yield of spiritual rice are very similar to the rice planting experienced by He Song in his previous life.

this day.

He Song, as usual, got up in the morning and had breakfast, and then performed the spiritual rain technique at the spiritual field for half an hour.

However, just when He Song finished performing the Spiritual Rain Technique, the spiritual power in his body was empty, and he was about to go home to recover his spiritual power.

An unexpected figure stopped He Song.

"He Daoyou, I said before that I was going to visit, but I didn't have time to be seriously injured before, but Lin Mou's injury healed today, so I came to disturb one or two." Lin Cong, who had recovered from his injuries, stood at the door of He Song's house and said to He Song.