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Chapter 101 He Can Hear Her Heartfelt Voice 22
Just as she was about to board the boat, Zhu Rouling's feet slipped suddenly, and she threw herself directly into the river.

But before a few people could react, she quickly climbed up by herself, and said with a smile: "Accident! This is purely an accident, it is definitely not my real strength!"

It seems to have fallen into the water, and it looks very happy.

Lin Fuzhen, who was closest to her, hurriedly took off his shirt, hesitating whether to hand it over, but when Zhu Rouling saw it, she held it in her hand naturally, and directly used it to wipe the water from her hair and face.

Since Zhu Rouling was drenched, they gave up fishing and planned to go home separately.

Before parting, Jiaying took out a triangular talisman and stuffed it into Zhu Rouling's hand, and told her quietly: "This is given to me by a Taoist priest. You can carry it with you to ward off evil spirits!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Rouling quickly stuffed the talisman back: "Ah, then I can't take it, you'd better keep it for yourself!"

Jia Ying could only explain: "I have another one at home."

In fact, she drew this talisman herself, and she had as many as she wanted.

She practiced almost the two books given by Daoist Qingfu, but she was short of practice.

Seeing Zhu Rouling fall into the water this time, remembering what she said about her being afraid of water when hit, Jia Ying wanted to give her a talisman, hoping it would have some effect.

Zhu Rouling couldn't refuse anymore: "Okay, then I will accept it."

"Well, I see that you are all soaked, go back and take a shower quickly, so as not to catch a cold."

After talking about this, Jiaying followed Lin Lizhou and Lin Fuzhen and walked away. Since the direction of going home was different, Zhu Rouling took another road alone.

However, where no one could see, Zhu Rouling threw away the triangular talisman in her hand.

He opened his hand and saw that the palm of his hand was scorched, and black smoke was still faintly rising.

Looking at the direction in which the three left, Zhu Rouling felt a little rejoicing: "Oh, fortunately, the Taoist priest who drew this talisman was not very skilled, otherwise I would almost be exposed."

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"Chengjie, you can leave early tomorrow morning! For the sake of our master and apprentice, I don't care about you letting the scarecrow go."

At night, Daoist Qingfu sat on the chair in the living room a little tiredly, with a mild tone.

Beside him, Cheng Jie paused while pouring tea, thinking quickly.

Should he stay or not?

The scarecrow was lost on the mountain, will it keep its promise, come back to him, and give him what he wants?

Although he can't get an idea in his heart, he still needs to do his best on the surface. His master is a good master, but if he has the opportunity, he just wants to get more!

Right now, the scarecrow is an opportunity, and it is not impossible to take a gamble...

After pouring the tea, Cheng Jie knelt down in front of Daoist Qingfu with a plop, and begged with remorse: "I'm sorry, Master, I know I was wrong! You must not drive me away!"

Stay here first, think of it as a way out for yourself, and wait until the scarecrow comes to repay you, and it's not too late to leave.

Well, that's what Cheng Jie planned in his heart.

"Then tell me, where did you go wrong?" Daoist Qingfu took a sip of tea, staring at the boy kneeling on the ground with burning eyes, wanting to hear his answer.

Daoist Qingfu knew that it was normal for young people to be unstable and unable to resist temptation.

As long as he knows his mistakes and can correct them, and guarantees that he won't do it again in the future, he can think about it and give the other party another chance.

"The fault is... the fault..." Cheng Jie pursed his lips, lowered his head and replied with some shame: "The fault is that I should not listen to the slander of evildoers, and my own greed..."

(End of this chapter)