Chapter 197

The child's entreaty was so urgent that he did not want to learn from a teacher, but to ask for help.

Uncle Wu's face was gloomy and silent.

"You must think clearly, if you enter my family, then the child's life and death, honor and disgrace will have nothing to do with the Wu family."

Uncle Wu's lips moved, but he didn't say anything at last. He just nodded.

Li Fulin asked again: "can the parents of this child agree?"

If only my grandfather agrees, I agree. If my parents don't agree, it won't work.

This time he was talking about Uncle Wu and his grandson. The child raised his head and said in a loud voice, "my mother-in-law died early, and my stepmother said the day before yesterday that she would send me away."

Oh

So we all understand.

No mother's child is like a root grass, with stepmother, of course, there is a stepfather.

He has said everything thoroughly. Uncle Wu can't hide his family scandal.

"I'm too old to be the master of my son. Now that I'm alive, I can look after him one or two. When I'm not here... "

The child was also very tough, and said to his grandfather, "don't be sad, old man. When I have learned my skills, I can go anywhere in the world, and I will live better than others."

In the end, Li Fulin collected the two children.

The Wu family's is OK. The child of another Wu family's relative, whose surname is Bao, is too young. If such a disciple comes in, let alone share his worries with his master, he has to find someone else to take care of him.

"What are their names?"

The one from the Wu family said, "my name is Wu Yaozu." After a pause, he said, "the Wu family doesn't expect me to glorify my ancestors. Please give me a name."

Li Fulin gave him a look.

A name is just a symbol. It doesn't matter what it is called. Li Fulin doesn't value this, but he knows that many people value it. There are a lot of people who can't make it in the art industry. They are very nervous about their own brand names. They are more powerful than others. For example, Li Fulin knows a face It's a common nun's nickname is saitianxian.

"Can you read?"

The child first nodded and then shook his head, this time his voice was not so loud, some gas weak said: "I don't know much, I learned it when I was a child, now I don't remember much."

"Well." Li Fulin took out a Book: "this is Shuowen. You can find a favorite word for yourself."

When the child wanted to reach out, he quickly retracted his hand and rubbed hard on his body for several times before he took the book over.

Li Fulin asked the younger child next to him.

The child was thin and small, but he said he was eight years old.

It's not like eight years old.

Xiaodong was also thin and small when he went up the mountain, but at least not as ridiculous as this child.

He still stammered.

Wu Yaozu explained the reason for him: "sometimes he only has one meal a day. It's either leftover or cold..."

The child and he are in the same boat in the Wu family.

"Is this the only thing the Wu family lacks?" On one side, Jiang Fan couldn't help saying, "just starving a child like this?"

Look at the clothes on old Wu's body and face. He doesn't look like he is in a poor family. His family must be very rich. As for the lack of food for this child? Can they make a lot of money by saving this meal?

However, if you look at the Wu family's grandchildren who have been forced out of the house, it would be kind enough for relatives' children not to starve to death.

Jiang Fan looked at the elder martial brother.

Master left these two children, 80% of the heart of compassion.

From the master's point of view, can we not see the situation of these two children?

In Huihui mountain, no one scolds and treats them harshly. If you want to eat and wear warm, you can do it. Anyway, the master only said to take people down, but he didn't say that he wanted to accept apprentices. In the future, when they are old and have no talent for cultivation, send them down the mountain, and they will always be able to support themselves.

Wu Yaozu did not know many words. He could not find out the book when he gave it to him. Finally, he said that his mother's name was Qi, and his name was Wu Qi.

The younger child, whose surname was Zhao, was the grandson of Uncle Wu's married sister's family. He was the only one left because his family died in the disaster. The child stammered and frightened, but he had the courage to say that he still wanted to use the name given by his parents.

"Well, it's up to you."

So they stayed. Jiang Fan took Wu Qi and Zhao Boyuan and found some old clothes for the two children. As soon as he took off his clothes, Jiang Fan couldn't help but curse. There are injuries on both children, new and old.

"What kind of family is this Wu family? How can master associate with such people? "

One man changed his clothes into thick clothes and set out to eat and eat. As a result, the two children worked very quickly, saving Jiang Fan a lot of work.

But on the one hand, he was glad that the two children did not seem to have to be taken care of, but at the same time, they were angry again.No one is born to work. One can see from the agility of the two children that they must have been called upon every day in the past. At first, I was a little timid at first, as if I was afraid that someone would give them a cold shoulder. Later, I found that the elder martial brothers were kind-hearted and courageous. It was just like swallowing food, which was more able to eat than adults.

Jiang Fan quickly advised: "don't eat hard." Often hungry belly suddenly gluttony, it is easy to get sick.

He'd better go to the elder martial brother to ask for some medicine that can be consumed. I don't know if there is such medicine.

After dinner, the two children scrambled to clean up.

They are not apprentices now, and they are not even disciples of other schools. In fact, they are similar to the little boys and servants used on the mountain before.

However, there was nothing for them to do here. Jiang Fan searched all night for the things he had brought, and finally found out two suits for them to wear first.

Several pieces of old clothes were found, but Jiang Fan's movements stopped slowly and sat down beside the couch.

When they went down the mountain, Jiang Fan packed everything into his luggage bag. Anyway, that bag could hold it, and the whole room could hold it.

I didn't care when I was in fashion. Now I find that there are two exquisite old clothes and other objects in my luggage bag. They grew up together when they were children. They had more contacts than others. He also had something to put in Linglong, and it was not surprising that exquisite things were put here.

The clothes were old clothes, and they didn't fit well for a long time. At that time, the people who worked in the mountains took them and washed them and put them away with Jiang Fan.

Linglong left the things with him, because they were small things. He didn't need to think about her. Jiang Fan didn't want to return them, but he didn't throw them away.

Faded old headrope, and a bangle with broken corners.

These things are exquisite and don't like them. They feel dingdingdang trivial and cumbersome. Some of them are thrown away.

After a while, Jiang Fan put on the bracelet again.

Maybe they will meet again one day in the future, and then he will return these things to her.

When Linglong just left, everyone was worried about her safety. After all, her injuries were not good, let alone Zhai Wenhui, and even his younger martial brother murmured about whether she would be in a desperate situation.

Jiang fan knows Linglong's temperament better than others.

She will never be short-sighted.

Even if she was going to die, she would surely take revenge on her own, even if she died with her enemies. She would never commit suicide.

So Jiang fan doesn't worry about her injury now. When she left, she took her bag with her. There are many pills in it. The trauma is easy to cure. If it's internal injury, it won't hurt for a moment and a half.

Jiang fan is now a little worried that she has gone astray.

She's bound to get revenge. Now, she has no hope of revenge. The words in the letter she left behind when she left were startling. "Evil doer..." "I'm afraid I'll be ashamed of my school..." In retrospect, all these words are ominous.

She wouldn't have made up her mind at that time, would she? No matter what kind of means or person she will become, she will take revenge on her

Jiang Fan has no doubt that Linglong can do it.

If she really went astray, what should she do? Talk her back? That would have to be persuasive.

What should she do if she did something evil and killed the innocent? Is it true, as those legends and stories tell, that we will not be able to fight against her and destroy her relatives?

Since he was a child, Jiang Fan has been very disciplined and attaches great importance to the distinction between good and evil.

But

The more he thought about it, the more confused he felt. He quickly let himself busy to forget about it.

It's freezing. The coldest season in beifucheng has arrived.

So many things happened in succession, even in Beifu City, there was no atmosphere for the new year. The year of returning to the mountain sect has been extremely bad. Looking at the end of the year, however, one year has passed, whether it is good or bad, and next year will be a new year.

We should clean the yard and house well. Although it is not as lively as ordinary people do during the Spring Festival, we should sweep the ash and paste several pieces of red paper. Although there are many fewer people this year, two more children have been added. Xiaodong also said with a smile that he was not the youngest in the clan.

Wu Qi and Zhao Boyuan both had a hard time. They were very alert in the first two days. However, it was not long before they found that the master was a gentle and angry person. The elder martial brothers would not bully them. They could eat well, dress warm and sleep well every day. The kind-hearted elder martial brother Jiang and a little cloud took time to teach them to read a few words.

Over the past few days, their courage has gradually opened up, dare to talk and laugh, even Zhao Boyuan's stuttering seems not so serious.

Xiaodong taught Wu and Zhao to write with a pen, of course, from a simple teaching. These two children are very smart, can learn, but can recognize is not equal to be able to write.

Xiaodong used to be like this, but he often wrote with his elder martial brother, so he made much progress than before. Now he can teach others.

Thinking of the elder martial brother, Xiao Dong's pen is stained with black on the paper.The elder brother and master left before dawn.

Xiaodong can only deliver the sword for elder martial brother.

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