Mu Qing didn't look at him angrily, and didn't make a sound. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seeing that Mu Qing didn't speak, Mu Zizheng comforted him in a very indifferent tone of "you and I are fellow believers" and said: "My father doesn't say every day that I don't fight for anger, saying that this and that are better than me, and I have to beat me with a stick when I turn my mouth -- fortunately, my grandmother is here, otherwise I don't know what the ass will look like! Fourth brother, you, you are at a loss, there is no one who can suppress your father at home, there was still a third aunt in the past, but the third aunt has been ...... in recent years."

was talking happily, and suddenly noticed that Mu Qing's face was wrong, so he stopped.

Mu Qing wasn't actually angry, he was just a little uncomfortable.

What Mu Zizheng said is also the truth.

In his last life, he showed his talent for martial arts since he practiced martial arts, and the people around him praised him, but the eldest princess was distressed when she saw him practice hard every time. Later, the eldest princess became more seriously ill, and the time she was awake gradually decreased, and later, the interval became longer and longer.

He practiced harder, because Mu Dongheng promised him that he would allow him to go far away when he was fully successful.

He once made a grand wish that even if he spent his life, he would travel all over the world to find a good doctor and save his mother.

Pity......

In this life, he had hoped for a miracle, that his mother would be healthy and that he would not be sick again.

But in the end, it still failed, and the eldest princess's condition developed exactly the same as in her previous life.

However, he did not dare to practice again.

When he was young, he always used the excuse of being afraid of pain and suffering, and every time Mu Dongheng was angry, it was the eldest princess who dragged the sick body to protect him in her arms......

Thinking of this, his heart ached faintly.

Thinking about these two lives, there are many similarities and many differences.

Some of them he figured out why those sought-after clusters in his previous life turned into pity or even disdain. And some of them he couldn't understand, for example, why his father Mu Dongheng didn't like him as always, or even worse.

In his previous life, Mu Dongheng was not close to his son, but every time he broke through in the martial arts, he would also show his approval.

But this life......

Mu Qing was a little gloomy.

But he didn't want to die, he swore that since he had harmed his mother, then he must think of a way to cure his mother.

This is his duty as a son of man, and it is also his greatest wish in both lifetimes.

No matter how affectionate a father is to his mother, after all, he has a duty, and it is difficult to be wholehearted.

Thinking like this, his heart settled again.

In any case, he is his father's only heir, thunder and rain and dew, all of them should be Jackie Chan, and when he heals his mother, he will resume martial arts and fight again.

Since God allowed him to do it all over again, maybe this world will be different.

"Your qualifications are not bad, if you are willing to work hard, you should be much better than you are now. Mu Qingxin settled down, and persuaded Mu Zizheng.

Mu Zizheng didn't care.

Pick up a peanut and throw it up, catch it with your mouth, and chew it so loudly: "I don't practice, it's very hard to work like that, anyway, the Mu family can't do without my flowers." Besides, although my qualifications can still be used, it is not enough. It took me three months to memorize the route of the exercises, and it took me four years to get through the meridians. But then I figured it out, with me like this, I am practicing to death, and if I can practice to the fifth layer in this life, I will reach the sky, tired and tired, what is the use of the five-layer mental method, and I am a captain at most in the army...... Anyway, with our identity, we can't catch our Ding in a war, and we don't have to make a living by ourselves. Those good people want to go out to do business, compete for fame and position in the court, and desperately practice martial arts in order to find a way out, what are we trying to do, why bother with that effort?"

"Stinky boy," Mu Qing pushed away his flattering face and scolded with a smile: "Master doesn't want you to accompany you, get out." ”

The two laughed.

This Mu Zizheng is exactly the same as in his previous life.

The only difference is that in the previous life, he didn't get close to himself, but in this life, he was very close, and he took out whatever he had in his heart.

Mu Zi was talking about all kinds of gossip, Mu Qing was drinking tea, and there was no match.

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At this end, the coachman led Shen Nishang to several places, but Shen Nishang was not satisfied.

Although this world is heavy on martial arts and light on literature, paper and books are also valuables, and there are not many literate people from a coachman's background, and they have little contact with occasions such as bookstores.

In the end, Shen Nishang couldn't, so she could only let the coachman slow down along the main streets in the city, and watch from both sides of the curtains.

After walking a few streets to another intersection, I found that there was a bookstore at the end of the street in front of me, with a plaque on the door and a silver hook painted on the door, and the face of the door was quite extraordinary.

Shen Nishang asked the coachman to go straight to the door, but the coachman replied: "Girl, the road ahead is blocked, and the car is afraid that it will not be able to pass." ”

Shen Nishang didn't pay attention to it first, but when she heard the sound, she found that a bunch of people in front of her were in a circle, and there was a faint mourning cry in the circle, and the surrounding crowd was pointing and pointing to each other.

"Miss, we can't get over, let's go down and walk over. Yuchun's eyes were shining brightly, and he was ready to move.

Shen Nishang didn't know where this girl wanted to go down and watch the excitement by the way, she frowned and was a little annoyed, but there was no other way at this time, so she followed Yuchun out of the car.

Yuchun dropped a sentence of "Miss, I'll take a look" and slipped into the crowd.

Shen Nishang turned around and stood under the opposite shop porch waiting.

Now we are closer, and the voice can be heard clearly.

"Damn it, give me back my daughter—she's only twelve...... You're not human, and you're going to pay back my daughter—"

The woman's cry was miserable, and occasionally the man's rebuke was impatient.

After a while, Yuchun trotted back and explained the ins and outs of the matter.

It turned out that the man had sold his thirteen-year-old daughter to that kind of place in order to buy a knife book. He took advantage of his wife's absence to secretly take his daughter away. The woman was alerted by her neighbor and chased after her, but the man had already taken the knife in his hand.

"It's so pitiful, it's only twelve,......" Yuchun sighed, his expression seemed to be depressed: "It's just a knife book worth twenty taels of silver, and I sold my daughter who has been raised for twelve years." ”

Can you also sell knife scores?

In the past few days, Shen Nishang has become more and more aware of her lack of common sense.

The books in the Mi family's collection are indeed extensive, but now I think that most of them are some metaphysical knowledge, but they do not involve real life and some well-known common sense.

But this is also normal, even what a maid like Yuchun knows, how can it be recorded in the book, unless it becomes history hundreds of years later, it will be included in it for future generations to understand.

"What's the use of him only buying a knife book?Doesn't he still need Xiang Nan to practice?" Shen Nishang pretended to ask casually, "Xiang Nan's price is not low, he even has to sell his daughter to buy a knife book, where can he still have silver?"