The best are seeking death every day, and the big guys are killing each other indiscriminately.

The family of three settled here. Wen Shao put aside the complicated affairs of the original person. He was not as tired as the original person. He looked much younger to the naked eye. Some matchmakers nearby even knew that the noble man who had just moved here died after his wife. Introduce girls to him privately.

Wen Bai eats well and has a good appetite. Whether it is horizontally or vertically, he is growing in an extremely fast way. He is very round and lovable. He is either acting like a spoiled child or on the way to acting like a spoiled child every day. As long as he is around, Wen Mingyuan and Wen Xingan I can't always take my eyes away.

Wen Mingyuan's legs were getting better and better day by day. Not long after he was nursed back to health, he was already able to walk on crutches. Wen Shao also taught him a relatively gentle set of inner-motivation methods, which not only benefited his legs, but also fit well with his gentle nature. Fit.

When Wen Shao personally taught him his inner skills, Wen Mingyuan was almost moved to tears.

Wen Shao said deliberately: "What? You don't want to learn?"

The young man denied it repeatedly: "No, no, my son is just too happy and can't help himself."

Wen Shao apologized: "My father ignored your feelings in the past. I will make up for you in the future."

Although he was lazy, who told him that he had such a bad body? Wen Shao started teaching Wen Mingyuan to practice Kung Fu every day, giving him enough love from his father.

I watched him go from being able to walk only a few steps to walking as fast as flying. Then I taught him Qinggong and watched him fly around the yard with a relaxed smile on his face.

Just as he promised, whatever needs to be made up for will be made up for.

Fortunately, they have a long way to go.

Watching his brother flying around in the yard, Wen Xing'an's eyes lit up. One moment he was pestering Wen Shao, and the next moment he was following Wen Mingyuan, like a little tail.

What boy didn't dream of martial arts when he was a child? Wen Xing'an wished countless times when he was a child that he could have martial arts skills so that he could beat away the beggars who bullied himself and his adoptive father, and occupy a territory that was conducive to begging.

Of course, he would not say such a shameful wish, but it did not hinder his yearning for martial arts.

However, due to lack of physical strength and lack of foundation, he can only practice the basic skills well now and cannot learn these skills for the time being.

After all, although Wen Mingyuan has been in a wheelchair for more than ten years and rarely pays attention to his martial arts progress, as the eldest son of the Yanmen sect, the number one sect in the world, as long as he wants to learn, many people can teach him.

Therefore, his foundation is very solid, otherwise Wen Shao would not let him aim so high.

Wen Xing'an also knew that he started late and worked harder than Wen Shao asked. For example, Wen Shao only asked him to step on the horse for an hour, but he could extend it to one and a half or even two hours until he couldn't do it.

Wen Shao was speechless when he saw it. As expected of his original genes, he was too diligent.

It was not good to work too hard, so Wen Shao took out a few pills that could increase his internal strength, allowing him to start smoothly. Of course, he did not forget about his eldest son. It was not his first time to be a father, and he still believed that a bowl of water would be equal. got it.

Otherwise, the imbalance in the children's hearts may turn into shadows that will accompany them throughout their lives - especially Wen Mingyuan. He already has enough shadows in his heart. Wen Shao has simply made up for the original dead sheep and will certainly not let him have new shadows. .

As for where the pills came from? Of course it was given by the miracle doctor. Anyway, the miracle doctor doesn't see outsiders, so Wen Shao can make it up no matter what he wants.

Wen Shao looked proud.

Wen Xing'an is still in the growth stage. After getting nourishment, he looks almost different every day. His originally loose clothes gradually become more fit, and his whole person becomes more and more handsome.

After growing up, Wen Shao's shadow gradually appeared. Even the servants brought over by Wen Shao murmured in their hearts that this adopted son recognized by the sect master was even more like the sect master's biological son than the second young master. It must be the romantic debt of the sect owner when he was young.

And Wen Yuxuan, who was secretly compared with Wen Xing'an by them, was not having an easy life now.

Wen Yuxuan just wants to curse in his heart now. As the saying goes, if you have money, you can travel a thousand miles, but if you don't have money, you can't travel even one inch. Since the Yanmen sect stopped providing him with financial support, his living standard has plummeted.

How could there be such a cruel father and brother in the world! Didn't he just spend a little more money? As for limiting his consumption? When they did this, did they ever think that he would have a difficult life?

When Wen Yuxuan complained like this in his heart, he immediately reacted.

That's right, he was not Wen Shao's biological son in the first place. Wen Shao took him away from his biological parents in order to train him to be a murder tool. Normal people would naturally not treat him well as a murder tool.

He was forced to practice martial arts when he was in the Yanmen sect, and his consumption was restricted when he was outside. It was really abominable!

"Xuan'er, you'd better go back." Wen Yuxuan's biological father Bai Jiang said, "You could still get money when you were in the Yanmen sect, but what happens now?"

"You know, now is the time when the Fanyan Gang needs money. We can only count on you to get some extra silver from the Yanmen Sect."

"You've been living under someone else's side for so long, so you don't need a lot of time. Don't worry, as long as you bring more money, these brothers will be able to break through the Yanmen sect very quickly."

"At that time, everything owned by the Yanmen Sect will be ours, and the bandit Wen Shao will have no choice but to be at our mercy."

After finally going through twenty tricks at Wen Shao's hands, he got the right to go out. He met a few confidantes. Before the happy days began, he had to go back and be controlled again. Wen Yuxuan was always unhappy.

But after Bai Jiang's repeated requests, Wen Yuxuan agreed.

There's nothing he can do if he doesn't agree, because he has no money, not to mention his own father still needs his support.

"Okay, I'll just go back."

"After you go back, remember to get some more money to spend with the brothers below. The Yanmen sect's money will not be wasted."

Wen Yuxuan nodded fiercely, touching the uncomfortable material of his clothes, and thought angrily in his heart: He was so miserable, and he had to empty the warehouse when he returned.

But what awaited him after he returned was not a luxurious life surrounded by silk and satin. Wen Shao and Wen Mingyuan had already sent letters to the Yanmen sect, asking the people below to limit his consumption, let alone withdraw money from the accounting room. Even the three meals a day have shrunk.

With a bang, Wen Yuxuan dropped the cup in his hand to the ground: "What is this, how do you eat it?"

Upon seeing this, Butler Qian immediately made a note in the account book and reminded: "Second Young Master, this is the third set of tea cups you have dropped today. A small reminder, if you drop another set, the next set will be lost." For three days, I can only drink white porridge."