[Chen Qingling] I don't know why

Wen Miaomiao's body miraculously recovered, and the crops at the foot of the mountain were also thriving, and Qishan's disciples were all excited during this time.

Wen Miaomiao was meditating in the mountains this day, and she was already able to absorb spiritual energy for her own use. This kind of system bug function was so good that she felt like she could hit ten of them every day.

There seemed to be a sound in the mountain, she went around to look, and saw someone practicing sword in the mountain, the sword skill is not fast, this person looks familiar, Wen Zhuliu?

The man stopped when he saw Wen Miaomiao, "Who are you?"

"I am Wen Miaomiao, Miss Wen's. Who are you?"

"My next guest, Zhao...Wen Zhuliu."

Wen Miaomiao suddenly realized that it turned out that Wen Zhuliu came to Qishan at this time, "Your sword skills are good, can you teach me?"

Wen Zhuliu looked at the sword in his hand, and smiled disdainfully: "I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint the eldest lady, what I'm practicing is spells, and this swordsmanship is only superficial."

Thinking about it, Wen Zhuliu's nickname is Huadan Shou, so how could he be good at swordsmanship? If not, how could he become Wen's guest minister? I'm afraid other aristocratic families are vying for it.

Wen Miaomiao waved her hand and said, "It's okay, I just need to learn how to control the sword, and I don't need to force anything else."

Wen Zhuliu cupped his hands and bowed, "Then it will be tomorrow, and I will wait for the eldest lady here, and stay down to find a light sword."

"Thank you!"

Wen Miaomiao and Wen Zhuliu have learned the sword for more than a month, but it is still difficult to even hold it.

"Mr. Wen, am I too stupid or is this sword against me? Why is it always disobedient?"

Wen Zhuliu remained expressionless, "Not everyone specializes in swords, some people are just born bad at it."

"But...but I have to Yujian, how can I go to Yunmeng if I don't know how to Yujian?" Wen Miaomiao sat on the boulder puffed up, her arms and legs ached.

Wen Zhuliu didn't reply, and continued to practice the sword by himself.

"Sir, why are you practicing swordsmanship? Your skills are already very good!"

"Other aristocratic families only accept swordsmen, the city of Evernight Sky is no longer prosperous, and this place is barren..."

"Stop, stop!" Wen Miaomiao waved her hand and said, "Sir, you think my family is poor and you are afraid that Wen's will go bankrupt, right? Look, sir, all the potatoes, corn and rice down here have sprouted, and our Wen's will definitely get better and better." Yes!" Wen Miaomiao wanted to slap herself, since she was the one who disliked Wen's the most, okay... But now you still can't listen to what others say?

"Miss, baked sweet potatoes, come and eat!" Bi Cao wrapped a hot sweet potato in a handkerchief and ran over to hand it to Wen Miaomiao.

"Wow, it's so hot!" Wen Miaomiao weighed it back and forth in her hands, and Bi Cao took one herself, and the two of them smiled and blew together.

"Wow, miss, this smells so good. It's been a long time since we at Qishan bought sweet potatoes." Bi Cao broke open and started to eat.

Wen Miaomiao cast a glance at Wen Zhuliu, and handed over the half she broke apart, "Don't practice, sir, it's not too late, let's eat together."

Before he could react, the sweet potato had already been stuffed into his hand, it was still a little hot, but the aroma was really alluring.

"Is it delicious?" Wen Miaomiao asked while eating.

Wen Zhuliu took a bite and nodded.

"Mr. Wen, don't worry, Qishan will get better and better."

Maybe, Wen Zhuliu looked at the sword leaning aside, and then at the roasted sweet potato in his hand, maybe...

"Quickly, bring people to the hall!"

Wen Miaomiao looked at the disciples shuttling through the forest, as if she was escorting a person, the person was ashen-faced, couldn't see his face clearly, and his clothes were shabby.

"Bicao Bicao, go ask what's going on?"

It turned out that the thief who stole in the town below the mountain was caught a month ago. This person was only thirteen or fourteen years old, but his martial arts were quite high. Wen Chao led his disciples to guard for many days before he managed to catch him.

Wen Miaomiao asked unintentionally: "This person doesn't look like anything special, is martial arts really that good?"

While eating sweet potatoes, Bi Cao spoke vaguely: "It should be good, but I haven't heard of it, it seems to be called Xue Yang..."

"What?" Wen Miaomiao finished the remaining sweet potatoes in a few mouthfuls, touched her pocket, and ran to the hall on the mountain, "Sir, we will practice tomorrow, and I will go find my father."

"Hey! Miss, wait for me."

Wen Miaomiao rushed into the main hall, and the dirty boy was tied up and knelt in the hall, with Wen Chao and several disciples watching.

Seeing Miao Miao approaching, Wen Ruohan quickly waved: "Come, come and sit here."

Wen Miaomiao sat at the top and looked at Xue Yang curiously. She focused on Wei Wuxian. She didn't have any feelings for Xue Yang, she just lamented his life experience.

That ragged boy, his face was covered with mud, but his eyes were extraordinarily bright, he was not afraid, and even smiled wildly. His two sharp canine teeth gave him a particularly aggressive look.

Wen Ruohan frowned: "Why are you so naughty at such a young age, you were responsible for all the disasters in the city in the past two months?"

"Haha, so what? I'm not afraid of heaven and earth. You Qishan is so poor. Even the shop owner at the foot of the mountain doesn't have a few taels of silver. This kind of family is really not afraid of the ridicule of the world!"

"You!" Wen Chao kicked him, "You're so tough, you don't beg for mercy even if you're caught, don't you want to kill yourself?"

"Hey, you can kill or cut whatever you want, but if you say something that hurts me, it's not Xue Yang!"

Wen Miaomiao jumped down from the high position of Patriarch, walked to Xue Yang's side step by step, and sized him up.

"Miao Miao, be careful."

Xue Yang also stared at her, "What are you looking at? I..."

Before he finished speaking, Wen Miaomiao stuffed something into his mouth.

Xue Yang thought it was poison and wanted to vomit it out, but it was really sweet. He hadn't eaten something so sweet for a long time, so he couldn't bear to vomit it out.

Wen Miaomiao straightened out the strand of hair hanging on his face, "Okay, stop talking, this is zongzi candy, eat the candy well." She turned to Wen Ruohan and said, "Father, he is just A child, looks very poor, and it is impossible to return the money, why not let him work with everyone, he... looks very strong."

Wen Ruohan didn't intend to do anything to this young man at first, but before he finished speaking, he was stunned by several words, he waved his hand in disgust, "Go, go, go to work."

With sugar in his mouth, Xue Yang stopped talking. Wen Chao pulled him up and cut the rope, "Let's go boy, let's go down the mountain to farm."

"Hey, wait." Wen Miaomiao took out his pocket and stuffed a handful of zongzi candies into Xue Yang's hands, "Work hard."

Holding a handful of candy in his hand, Xue Yang stared blankly at Wen Miaomiao until he was pulled away by Wen Chao. He still glanced at her, and Wen Chao patted his head, "Don't look at my sister, you boy. Be careful, I will hit you!" He turned his head and folded his hands together to hold the candy in his hand, as if...suddenly felt that he...don't need to be beaten all the time...and don't want to be beaten...

"Daddy, Daddy."

Wen Miaomiao climbed up the steps, and Wen Ruohan was sitting on the main seat and rubbing his forehead, looking very tired.He looked up and saw Wen Miaomiao still showing a smile: "What else is there for Miaomiao?"

"Daddy, what are you looking for? You always send your elder brother down the mountain." Wen Miaomiao tentatively said, she felt that the current Qishan Wen Sect should not care about Yin Tie, and the life is only enough for food and clothing, but she was still worried , in this world, the main line is Yintie, if it doesn't start here, where will it start?

Wen Ruohan was taken aback, then smiled and said, "Why is Miaomiao suddenly concerned about Qishan's affairs, don't worry, your elder brother just loves night hunting and has nothing special to do."

"Oh..." Wen Miaomiao climbed to the main seat, sat next to Wen Ruohan, and said cautiously: "Father, do you have any wish, such as..." Well, how can you express it more tactfully? "For example... such as becoming the Supreme Being in the World?"

Wen Ruohan touched Miaomiao's head, "You child, why have you talked too much in the past month? Your father and I have no wish, but I hope that our family can be safe and sound, and Qishan can live in peace." His brows were extremely peaceful, Wen Miaomiao really has no reason to doubt.

Wen Ruohan continued: "This is also your mother's wish."

"Mother?" Wen Miaomiao hesitated, what kind of side story is this?

Wen Ruohan didn't answer, but just stroked her head.