"Do you know Zhao Xiaoxiao?" After Baoyu left, Qingwen's interest was too boring, and she tried to talk to Wei Xiaobao.

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

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

Qingwen had no choice but to sit there quietly, popping grains 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.

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

Seventy steps away, Baoyu 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?"

Baoyu pulled her throat, her face flushed, and replied loudly.

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

When Wei Xiaobao heard this, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart. He glanced back at Qingwen, 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.

Baoyu 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.

Baoyu held the peach stick tightly in her arms, her little eyes staring straight at the flames, and her two little faces bulged even rounder.

Wei Xiaobao and Baoyu 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.

......

Wei Xiaobao honestly watched the lotus pond in the first two days, but he 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 Baoyu use artemisia stalks to copy the lesson he had taught the day before yesterday on the muddy floor - "Nanshan Five Characters Reveal the Truth - Only No Thought is the 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.

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

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

Baoyu also followed Mo Xianchen and glanced at the lotus pond.

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

Only Baoyu knows: Wei Xiaobao is lying there sleeping every day these days, it doesn't mean that he hasn't done anything.

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

Wei Xiaobao was not at all worried that the old master would know the fact that he could not cultivate.

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 Wei Xiaobao's move, and said in his heart: "Although you don't have the wisdom to practice, 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.

......

Wei Xiaobao 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 Wei Xiaobao got up.

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

Baoyu looked around for some reason.

Sure enough, on the other side of the rice field, Beitang Yi rode a green ox, talked to Qingwen, and came this way.

Wei Xiaobao got up and came to the ridge.

"Where have you been these days?"

Wei Xiaobao's words these days are even less than Baoyu's, and he can see Beitangyi, but he doesn't recognize his 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.

Qingwen smiled: "The two of you have found your respective 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 Wei Xiaobao and said.

Wei Xiaobao 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. Qingwen 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 Wei Xiaobao 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.

The seven-day assessment Wei Xiaobao and Baoyu are naturally not a problem, 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.