"Do you know Senior Sister Zhao?" After Wei Xiaobao left, Baoyu's interest was too boring, trying to talk to Qingwen.

"I don't know her, I just hear about her......"

Qingwen is not like Wei Xiaobao who can't chat, and her mind is not here at all at this time.

Baoyu had no choice but to sit there quietly, popping grains of grain everywhere, claiming to be exterminating mosquitoes.

Before the unfortunate mosquitoes could taste fresh blood, they were unexpectedly hit by grains and fell to the ground.

Qingwen looked at the lotus pond rice field outside the door with the sound of frogs in a daze, as if she was listening to something.

Seventy steps away, Wei Xiaobao and Mo Xianchen sat opposite each other around the stove.

"Four years ago, my uncle and ancestor Wang Daling ascended, and I took care of him and dealt with the aftermath. At that time, I sent and received letters between Fushan and the outside world. One day, I received a letter from the north, which roughly meant: 'In four years, two of my young men will be exiled in Xingzhou, and I implore Guishan to protect the only bloodline of my sect. ’”

"I don't believe it, Master just asked the disciple to come to the south to look for someone. Why, is it said to be 'outcast'? is it the only bloodline?"

Wei Xiaobao pulled his throat, his face turned red, and replied loudly.

The flock of frogs in the frightened lotus pond came to an abrupt end.

When Qingwen heard this, she couldn't help but tremble in her heart. He glanced back at Baoyu, who was sitting quietly with his eyes closed, and it was difficult to resolve the various intertwined intersections in front of him in his heart for a while.

"Little brother, I know you don't believe it, and you won't accept it. Indeed, it is true that the two of you have come to find someone. However, the destruction of Sanssouci Gate is really the beginning of the current catastrophe...... "The old man said word by word, seriously.

Wei Xiaobao interrupted Mo Xianchen's words and said:

"I just don't believe it, unless ...... See it with your own eyes. ”

In fact, when he said the word "with his own eyes", he already had the answer in his heart. He guessed that Mo Xianchen or the ancestor of Fushan must know where the person he was looking for was. However, at this time, due to too much frustrating and uncertain news, he did not want to know who that person was and where he was.

Hating himself for being ashamed of the master of the worry-free sect, for so many years, the master has only asked him to do one thing well - take care of the green cow.

Wei Xiaobao held the peach stick tightly in his arms, his little eyes looked straight at the flames, and his two little faces bulged even rounder.

Qingwen and Wei Xiaobao are the same, they don't know what "luck" Mo Xianchen said in his mouth. Where did the "robbery" come from?

At the moment, they are all thinking about one thing, and that is: if this is the case, then it is necessary - revenge.

But now they don't even know who their enemies are.

......

Qingwen honestly watched the lotus pond in the first two days, but she never scored a single insight. So, on the third day, he laid some straw on the side of the lotus pond, and then lay down on the side of the lotus pond and fell asleep every day.

Mo Xianchen was watching Wei Xiaobao use artemisia stalks to copy the lesson he taught the day before yesterday on the muddy ground - "Nanshan Five Characters Reveal the Truth - Only Thoughts Are One-".

Looking at it, those four words began to disassemble, and the pen drifted and swam on the mud like a fish in the water.

In the blink of an eye, all the strokes turned into a cow.

"Little brother, why do you only have cows and no shepherd boys?" Mo Xianchen pretended not to know.

Wei Xiaobao didn't raise his head, looked at the cow on the muddy ground, and said, "I have a name." ”

Mo Xianchen was happy, and when he looked at it again, there were strokes on the mud floor that turned into a shepherd boy.

While he sighed that Wei Xiaobao was making such rapid progress, he couldn't help but look up at the lotus pond, Qingwen was still asleep, and Mo Xianchen sighed:

"I really don't know what the old man thinks, Master, will choose him?!"

Wei Xiaobao also followed Mo Xianchen and glanced at the lotus pond.

Mo Xianchen thought that Wei Xiaobao would agree with his opinion, but he didn't want Wei Xiaobao to say a word, looking at his expression, it didn't seem like he agreed with his opinion.

Only Wei Xiaobao knows: Qingwen is lying there sleeping every day these days, which does not mean that he has not done anything.

In fact, the next day, Qingwen understood the original intention of the old master to let him watch the pond in a dream.

Qingwen was not at all worried that the old master would know the fact that he could not practice.

So, he came to the lotus pond the next night to look for stars, but even at night, he didn't see the shadow of the stars.

That night, the old master on the mountain found out about Qingwen's move, and said in his heart: "Although you don't have the wisdom of cultivation at all, you are smarter than me, and you can be regarded as a frank person. ”

Back then, the old master was selected by his uncle and ancestor, and the first test before going up the mountain was also "looking for stars in the lotus pond during the day".

At that time, the old master only realized on the fifth day that the lotus pond was stargazing, and then, he died until the last day, that is, the seventh day, before he saw the reflection of the stars in the lotus pond.

Even if it was a piece of waste wood, the old master did not regret the last disciple he had chosen among thousands of people.

......

Qingwen heard Mo Xianchen's words, but this did not affect his decision to sleep until the seventh day.

It wasn't until a familiar voice came from a distance that Qingwen got up.

"Why don't you sleep?" Mo Xianchen asked puzzled.

Wei Xiaobao looked around for some reason.

Sure enough, at the other end of the rice field, Beitang Yi rode a green ox, talked to Baoyu, and came this way.

Qingwen got up and came to the ridge.

"Where have you been these days?"

Qingwen's words these days are even less than Wei Xiaobao's, and she can see Beitang Yi, but she doesn't recognize her life.

"I also like to sleep. ”

"Actually, I should have thought of it a long time ago. ”

Yes, on the first day of meeting, Beitangyi asked Mo Xianchen to ask him for leave from morning class.

Baoyu smiled: "The two of you have found your own soulmates. ”

"The teacher ordered me to take you to the North Cliff before dusk to listen to the Songtang, you three hurry up and prepare!"

"How is this possible?! It's only the fifth day. Besides, he simply didn't have the ability to face the mountain. Mo Xianchen pointed at Qingwen and said.

Qingwen looked at the mountain behind the village expressionlessly, not caring about Mo Xianchen's words at all.

"There's nothing to prepare, let's go. Baoyu wanted to go up the mountain as soon as possible.

He never dreamed that he could be qualified to enter Fushan, where did he think that God would treat him so kindly.

"Old thing, this is the Grandmaster's decision. Whether he can face the mountain or not is not something you should worry about. You have led the Sect Senior Brother of Ling Village to Yesanpo, and the Grandmaster is afraid that he has already arrived at this time. ”

After Beitang Yi explained to Mo Xianchen, he turned to Qingwen and said:

"You don't need to worry, the teacher said, you can ride Niumian Mountain with me. ”

The so-called face mountain is a pass for Fushan to select new disciples.

The selected teenagers studied in the village for seven days, and then went to the first exam.

Those who pass can face the mountain.

Qingwen and Wei Xiaobao are naturally not a problem in the seven-day assessment, but in the face of the slippery Ye Sanpo, the two of them are still a little jealous in their hearts.

Yesan slope, a steep cliff that is completely perpendicular to the ground...... The only way to get to the floating mountain.