Li Yuncong smiled bitterly, "Maybe your mother has already forgotten me, right?" Otherwise, why haven't you come to see me once in all these years? ”

Xiaobao didn't know what Li Yuncong said, because Xiaobao had not been born at that time, and he had no way to understand the grievances of his father's generation, but from Li Yuncong's bitter expression, Xiaobao could guess that the uncle in front of him seemed to have a strong resentment towards his mother.

"And what are you going to do with me?" Xiaobao looked at Li Yuncong and asked.

"It's simple, I'm going to trade you for what is rightfully mine." Li Yuncong smiled coldly and said indifferently.

"In exchange for what?" Xiaobao asked strangely.

"Your mother!" Li Yuncong said coldly.

Hearing this, Xiaobao was taken aback, and his big black eyes widened instantly.

"I'm going to use you to get your mom back and get her back to me." Li Yuncong repeated coldly.

"No, I will never allow you to rob my mother, my mother belongs to my father, I don't allow you to rob my father!" Xiao Bao's dark eyes stared at Li Yuncong and shouted.

"It was your dad who snatched your mom from me first, and I just got back what was supposed to be mine." Li Yuncong said indifferently.

"Although I don't know what your relationship with my mother is, I will never allow you to break up my father and my mother's family." Xiaobao stared at Li Yuncong and shouted.

Seeing Xiaobao maintain his family like this, Li Yuncong smiled coldly. Walked over, "Little thing, aren't you afraid of death?" ”

Li Yuncong said. Suddenly choked Xiaobao's neck, lifted Xiaobao's body up, and walked towards the edge of the top floor of the villa, Xiaobao's neck was pinched, and he couldn't breathe, and under him was more than ten meters high ground, but. Xiaobao stared at Li Yuncong without fear.

"My dad will never let you go!" Xiaobao stared at Li Yuncong and said coldly.

Li Yuncong originally wanted to scare Xiaobao, but. didn't expect Xiaobao to be so hard-mouthed, and what made Li Yuncong even more angry was that this Xiaobao always used his father to pressure him, but he didn't know that the person Li Yuncong hated the most was Wang Le. I heard Xiaobao mention Wang Le many times. Li Yuncong glared at Xiaobao angrily.

"Little bastard, you're really not afraid of death?"

"Hmph, what about death? My dad will avenge me, and my mom won't let you go! Xiaobao said fiercely.

Li Yuncong was anxious and angry, and his hands trembled with anger, but at this moment, the accident happened suddenly, and Li Yuncong didn't know why. His hands slipped, and he didn't grasp it steadily for a while. Xiaobao actually slipped down from his hand, and when he saw Xiaobao fall, Li Yuncong's heart jumped violently, and he immediately panicked, and when he wanted to catch Xiaobao again, Xiaobao had already fallen downstairs and lost consciousness.

Li Yuncong didn't expect this kind of thing to happen, he originally just wanted to scare and scare him, but where would he have thought that there would be an accident, and the whole person was stunned.

But soon, Li Yuncong immediately came to his senses and shouted anxiously: "Hurry! ~Come on! ~Send him to the hospital, quick! ~”

……

I don't know how long it took for Xiaobao to wake up from his daze, but the scene he saw when he opened his eyes made him feel a little surprised.

This is an antique study, not far from the bed on the table, there are four treasures of the study, pen, ink, paper and inkstone are readily available, in the most conspicuous place in the room, there is also a calligraphy and painting, although I don't know who is from the hand, but, from the point of view of the strong and powerful brushwork, it must be from the hand of a famous teacher.

Obviously, this is not a twenty-first century home decoration, more like an ancient literati family, Xiaobao looked at the strange scene around him, and couldn't help frowning.

"Where am I? Is it a dream? Xiao Bao thought strangely, suddenly, there was a violent cramp in the brain, and at the same time, the memory seemed to be confused, and the intertwined memory fragments flashed in front of him, as if he had a movie-like feeling, and after a while, that feeling gradually disappeared, and Xiao Bao's memory seemed to have something more, as if it was fused with another person's memory.

It turns out that Xiaobao is a soul crossing, and came to a different world called Wendou Continent, although this kind of thing is difficult to understand, as if it only appears in fantasy novels and shoddy urban time-traveling dramas, but this does not prove that there will be no such thing as crossing in reality.

Xiaobao crossed over, and his soul crossed over to the body of Wang Xiaobao, a little boy with the same name and surname as him in his previous life, and his soul fused with it, so he inherited all the memories and experiences of Wang Xiaobao in the world of Wendou Continent, and at the same time, the power of the soul has also been strengthened, which is equivalent to the fusion of two souls, and the spiritual power is naturally much higher than that of ordinary people.

Through the discovery of memory, Xiaobao learned that the owner of his body is the third son of Wang Shichang, a wealthy man in Wunuo Town-Wang Xiaobao, Wang Shichang is a famous local literati, reading and reading at the age of four, being admitted to the Tongsheng at the age of seven, being a talent in the examination at the age of fifteen, and lifting people in the examination at the age of thirty.

In addition, Wang Xiaobao's grandfather and great-grandfather are also well-known local literati and writers, and what shocked Wang Xiaobao even more was that in Wang Xiaobao's ancestor, there was actually a great writer named Wang Changling, which seems to be the root of the Wang family's pride.

It can be said that the Wang family is a veritable famous family in Wunuo Town, but it is a pity that when it was passed on to Wang Xiaobao's generation, there was a big waste of firewood, and this big waste wood was none other than Wang Xiaobao himself.

The reason why Wang Xiaobao is a waste of wood is not that he does not study hard, nor does it mean that he does not work hard in calligraphy, but that no matter how hard he reads, no matter how hard he sweats and practices calligraphy, his writing power has never grown, in the Wendou Continent, the power of writing is the basic unit to measure the strength of a literati, the higher the power of writing, the stronger your strength, the lower the power of writing, the weaker your strength.

This is just like the internal strength mentioned in martial arts novels, the deeper the internal strength, the stronger the strength, if the internal strength is very weak, even the general exercises cannot be learned, let alone future achievements.

In the Wendou Continent, children usually begin to read and write at the age of four or five, with the improvement of the power of writing, about eight or nine years old, can be advanced to children, fourteen or fifteen years old, should be able to take the Xiucai, after the examination of Xiucai, the next step is to test the people, but, once it reaches this stage, the difficulty will be greatly improved, under normal circumstances, one hundred Xiucai, to be able to test ten Xiucai, it is already very good, most people stop at the Xiucai level, Some people don't even get past it in their lifetime.

Therefore, there is such a saying in the Wendou Continent, called "Thirty old Xiucai, fifty young people", which means that if you are thirty years old before you are admitted to Xiucai, you are all old Xiucai, if you can be lifted at the age of fifty, it means that you are still young in the circle of lifting people.

It can be seen that it is difficult to take the exam.

However, although it is difficult to lift people, but, as long as you once you are in the exam, then you can basically get rid of poverty, in the Wendou Continent, lifting people is a watershed between civilians and clans, if one of your family is lifting people, then congratulations, your whole family is stained with light, and it will be regarded as a clan home, if you don't even have a person in your family within three generations, then I'm sorry, your family can only be regarded as a grassroots home, and there is a world of difference between the grassroots home and the clan family in terms of fame and material.

For example, when it comes to weddings and funerals, clan homes are definitely more beautiful than grassroots homes.

Lifting people in the examination is not the ultimate goal of the literati, above the lifting people, there are Jinshi, there are bachelors above the Jinshi, and there are bachelors above the bachelors, and there are university scholars above the bachelors, and the scholars are also called Wenyuan Pavilion University Scholars, which have a pivotal position in the Wendou Continent, called the imperial division, even the emperor has to respect three points, and above the university scholars, there are doctors, and above the doctors are the writers, the writers are the highest titles in the Wendou Continent, and they are also the most praised and admired honors.

Throughout the five thousand years of the Wendou Continent, there are only a handful of people who can really be called a writer, especially in the past five hundred years, not a single writer has ever been born.

The Wang family since 800 years ago out of a writer Wang Changling, in the next 800 years, a generation is not as good as a generation, until the last 100 years, there is only a Jinshi two people, watching the decline of the Wang family from generation to generation, as the patriarch Wang Shichang is anxious, looking forward to the next generation can glorify the ancestors and revitalize the Wang family.

Although Wang Shichang's intentions are good, however, how can God not be beautiful, but he just gave him a son who is a waste of wood, four years old to read and write, and now at the age of seven, he can't even write three paragraphs, which means that he doesn't even have the qualifications to get a child, how can this not make him angry?

Yesterday when the family writing test, Wang Xiaobao unexpectedly took the penultimate place, and almost became the laughing stock of the whole family, Wang Xiaobao could not bear the humiliation, committed suicide by throwing himself into the river, but was rescued by the clansmen, originally thought that the waste in the family died, but this waste was dead, it was not dead, and it came back to life, which was very unexpected.

Just when Xiaobao was familiar with the environment, there was a sudden sound of light footsteps outside, and at the same time, there were two girl voices with the sound of warblers and swallows.

"If you want me to say, the young master might as well die, eat and drink in the family all day long, he is seven years old and doesn't even have the power to write three paragraphs, and it is a waste of air to live one more day." A girl said.

"Who doesn't say? If I were a young master, I would have hit my head against the south wall and died, so as not to be bullied by the people in the family all day long, and even my father would be poked in the back and scolded. The other girl replied. (To be continued......)