If the poor side is slightly improved, the enemy cavalry does not dare to peep south, when the control of the end of the court, urgently open up the virtuous road, horn scarf bamboo cane, return to the fishing stream. Distribute the collection of books, wander through the present and the ancient, study the secret books of health, peek into the barriers of the work, and give a willful order to serve the parents, and seek righteousness to train the children and nephews. - "The Story of the Mae Yin Garden" Ming Lu Xiangsheng

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The girl in front of her, Yingling, turned out to be the daughter of Lu Xiangsheng?! Having said that, compared to her father, although the girl was wearing armor, she was not murderous at all! It's a pet. Why are there such cute Heroic Spirits?!

"Do you still want water?" He asked, pointing to the empty cup, and the girl shook her head, then nodded again.

Wen Cheng took another glass for the girl, and took another glass of milk for himself, even if he wanted to get to know this heroic spirit well, he had to solve the physiological problem first, he touched his stomach.

"Ah! I'm sorry, but all the bread was eaten by the folk girl just now, and you still want this, do you still want that?" The girl stretched out the hidden half of the bread and hurriedly added, "Tear it by hand, don't worry."

"Aren't you hungry?" Wen undertook bread.

"Not Hungry ......"

"I'm not hungry, why do I eat so much?" Wen Cheng took a few napkins from the side table and wiped the breadcrumbs from the corners of the girl's mouth.

It's not a physical touch, is it......

"Folk Girl...... Ahh The girl was suddenly frightened by Wen Cheng's movements.

"Why do you eat so much?" Wen Cheng looked at the girl who was struggling and asked again.

"Because...... Because when I died with my father in the battle at Artemisia Bridge, I hadn't eaten for five days......" The girl looked down and played with her fingers.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked that." Wen Cheng sighed.

"It's okay, it's okay, the bread here is delicious," the girl looked up and smiled, "but ......" the girl held out and pointed at Wen Cheng.

"Gu Wencheng, just call me Wencheng."

"Wen Cheng...... Brother......" the girl blushed and continued, "How did you get here?"

"I'm here, in comparison, I should ask you this sentence, wait, you call me brother?"

"Ah! The girl didn't mean that," the girl hurriedly took a sip of water and said, "The girl sees that Wen Cheng is older than the girl, and she doesn't know what to call it, I'm really sorry, because the girl has been with her father since she was a child, and she doesn't know the rules of the family too well."

"You've been with your father since you were a child?"

"Hmm," the girl pursed her lips, "Minnu and Brother Wen Wei were born in the third year of the Apocalypse, but my brother died before he was ten years old, sorry...... I shouldn't have said that......" she shook her head desperately.

"It's okay, come, sit down and talk." Wen Cheng took Wen Zhu to the flower bed and sat down.

I was about to summon a Heroic Spirit, but I didn't expect to bump into one, although I couldn't help but be weak and panicked, but it would be good to ask the Heroic Spirit questions first.

"Later, my mother also died of illness, and the folk girl was unwilling to follow her stepmother, so my father took me to the battlefield as a personal soldier, and told the public that I had promised it to the Chen family," Wen Zhu smiled, "At that time, the folk girl was only 11 years old."

"At the age of 11, you went to war?!" Wen Cheng asked, and Wen Zhu smiled and nodded.

"Maybe Brother Wen Cheng also has a text in his name, so I took the liberty of calling my brother just now, please forgive me!"

Why forgive?! Such a cute little sister.

"It's okay," Wen Cheng took a bite of a piece of bread, "Apocalypse is born in the third year...... Your father died in the war in the twelfth year of Chongzhen, that is, you are only sixteen years old?"

The girl smiled and nodded.

The feeling that I can't laugh is probably like this, Wen Cheng has dabbled in history, the Qing army crossed the pass for the fourth time and went straight to Beijing, as a civil official from Jinshi, Lu Xiangsheng was dismissed from the Ministry of War, and Lu Xiangsheng wanted to make meritorious contributions on the battlefield on the one hand, and suffered from the villain's framing on the other.

In the winter of the eleventh year of Chongzhen, Lu Xiangsheng's troops arrived near Baoding, thousands of sick and disabled were surrounded by 40,000 Qing soldiers in the Artemisia Bridge, there was neither silver nor grain and grass, the soldiers could only eat a meal of gruel every day, had to pull out the roots of the grass, peel the bark, the eunuchs of the tens of thousands of Guan Ning iron horses were dozens of miles away and did not come to the rescue, Lu Xiangsheng, who was mourning his father, was dressed in a white robe and was hit by several arrows, and died of exhaustion.

Looking at Lu Wenzhu's lovely eyes that kept blinking, the white robe on the silver armor, and the cold little hands, there was an indescribable sourness.

"What's wrong, Brother Wen Cheng?" Wen Zhu came closer and asked, "Is there something on your mind?"

Wen Cheng shook his head, "Actually, I ran into it because I got lost......

"So, are you leaving soon?" The girl asked lightly.

"Don't worry, I just have something to ask you," Wen Cheng smiled, "As a Heroic Spirit, who is your host?"

"No, no...... The people don't have a host."

"No?! Then how could you ......?"

"Low-level heroic spirits, no one really wants to wow, so the folk girl came out on her own." The girl smiled wryly.

"And what do you rely on to sustain your physical existence?" Wen Cheng asked, and the girl pointed to the ground.

"Actually, there are many nameless heroic spirits like the folk girl, if you can't find a magician as a host within three days after crystallizing without permission, you will be recycled......" The girl lowered her head and played with her fingers.

Recycling, it's completely gone......

"I don't understand," Wen Cheng asked, "You are such a cute girl, why doesn't anyone look up to it?"

"After all, the Heroic Spirit is going to fight for his master......" said the girl, "but you see that the Minmaid's firearms are outdated, and the sword is too thin......

"yes......

"But!" Wen Zhu suddenly raised his head, "The folk girl will work very hard to improve herself! Daddy taught the people that even if they are weak, they should be as tenacious as bamboo."

Wen Cheng smiled and nodded, such a neutral name really didn't match this little face.

"Brother Wen Cheng, you said you were a magician, right?"

"Sort of, though my circuit qualifications aren't very good."

"It's okay," the girl suddenly grabbed Wen Cheng's arm, "Na, can you become the host of the people's daughter?"

But no matter what, the heroic spirit in front of him is too weak to be seduced by a cute appearance.

After all, his task is the heroic spirit on the roof of the TV station, and in the face of the archery skills of accurate shooting and killing from a few kilometers away, the girl in front of him is afraid that she has no room to dodge.

"Wenzhu, can I ask you a few more questions?"

"Please speak, please speak!"

"As a Heroic Spirit, your spirit core has not dissipated, so you must have a long-cherished wish."

"Hmm......" the girl nodded.

"Tell me about it."

"No......"

"Why not?"

"Because...... Because this is a private matter of the people's daughters......

"That's no way," Wen Cheng sighed and got up, "If you want to be my subordinate, you should have no reservations about me."

"Wait! Don't go, okay?" Wen Zhu tugged at his cuffs, "I said I said."

Wen Cheng sat down again.

"After the death of the people's daughter, when the spirit core dispersed to the house, it was found that the soul of the father did not go back, and later more than 100 people from the Lu family were martyred in order to resist the Qing Dynasty, except for the second uncle who became a monk, all the uncles and grandfathers died in battle, and now there is no home," she paused and said, "The people's daughter just wants to find the soul of her father, bring his soul back to the ancestral hall built by the descendants, and rest with him."

Wen Cheng lowered his head, sighed, and clenched his fists. Although the idea is very beautiful, but the reality is cruel, such a small body can't survive two rounds if it's released, no, no, the more you have to endure it.

"Brother Wen Cheng, can you be the host of the people's daughter? Just beg you, a folk girl, okay?" The girl grabbed Wen Cheng's arm and shook it vigorously.

When encountering problems, he will only beg for peace and show weakness, and no one can look down on such weak strength, and as a low-level heroic spirit, it is pitiful enough. Think about it for a moment, and have a plan.

"Well, I'll take you out for something delicious first, you can't always eat bread." Wen Cheng said.

"Really?!" The girl looked surprised, and quickly shook her head, "No, no, no, the folk girl can only last 24 hours after she goes out, and it will get weaker and weaker, what if you cheat her away?"

Wen Cheng said, "That's going to be difficult, after all, I'm on a mission, and if I can't assess your combat effectiveness, I can't make a contract with you indiscriminately."

"Where is Brother Wen Cheng going?"

"Old TV, I'm going to investigate the enemy."

"The folk girls can go together."

"Didn't you say it would only last 24 hours after you got out?"

"If Brother Wen Cheng agrees to the Minnu as a host first, the Minnu can take the risk." Wen Zhu looked at him seriously.

"That's not going to work," Wen Cheng frowned, thought for a moment, and then said, "Otherwise, I'll go out and buy some sauce duck for you first......

"Sauce duck!" Wen Zhu was delighted.

"Don't worry," Wen Cheng said calmly, "In exchange, you have to show your abilities first, and I will evaluate and then reply."

Wen Zhu suddenly lowered his head, clutched the hem of his skirt under the silver armor and was silent.

Sure enough, are you still not confident? Judging from the short gun just now, the rate of fire is not high, the loading is slow, and the lethality is also worrying, although the thin sword on the waist is exquisite, but it is a woman's plaything after all......

"You!" The girl's face suddenly turned red and she said in a tone that was about to cry, "You're a bully! I just don't eat it!"

The light scraping of the armor drifted away with the sound of hurried footsteps, and Wen Cheng came back to his senses, and the girl was gone.

Wen Cheng sighed, it was noon when he left the committee, he took out his mobile phone and texted Liu Zhen, "Can you go there?"

"Is there something wrong?"

It's really faster to turn the face than to turn the book......

"I've met a Heroic Spirit."

"Don't mess around! Asked, you can visit, Su Meng will pick you up at the door."