The cold wind howled, and the fist came like a hammer.

Yiming's punch won full applause. Especially when they heard Wei Mo's 'oops', everyone began to gloat again.

"I don't know until now, it's too late!"

"If I had been him, I would have fled. This person is a wild seed, and his brain is also full of wild, does he look so stupid~"

"That's it, why don't you run away and wait for Brother Ming to break the house rules? Anyway, this is also a young master, the slave injured the young master, can you really pay it back?"

"Don't be afraid, Hai Shao will definitely protect Brother Ming!"

The wind and wind drifted into Wei Mo's ears again, and his face became more and more nervous, and his eyes became more and more anxious.

There is no doubt about the ending, and today Wei Mo is either dead or disabled.

At that most critical moment, Wei Mo seemed to finally remember to escape.

I saw him turn around and run with his feet drawn. Almost at the same time, Yiming's fist was in place.

Yiming saw Wei Mo's action, run, see where you can escape. He maintained a fist like a rainbow, and his right foot stomped on the ground at a rapid pace, and he tried his best to rush a few more steps.

Run? Can you outrun me?" Yiming was secretly proud.

But in this life, sometimes it's so bloody, whether you believe it or not.

Yi Ming clearly felt that his fist had touched Wei Mo's back, and he was about to enjoy the wonderful taste of that fist and flesh. But in the next second, he felt that his fist was empty, and then the whole person pounced again and fell forward.

His head was falling on Weemo's heels, and the smell of stinky feet crept into his nostrils.

Despite his best efforts, Wei Mo was still one step ahead of him.

"Oh no! I promised Sister Qin that I would go back early so that she wouldn't worry. Wei Mo muttered.

He held the medicine and tonic on his chest like a baby, and glanced back at Yiming, and the look was indescribable.

Yiming's mood is also indescribable, and everyone's eyes are extremely stunned.

Kicking that little guy away once was an accident, tripping Yiming twice was a coincidence, but what about the third time? Now, everyone present is pondering this question.

Suddenly, grief, anger, stunned, panic, a series of complex emotions came to his heart, and Yiming actually forgot to get up.

He just lay on the cold ground, watching Wei Mo's foot deliberately step backwards, and then run away.

Wei Mo seemed to be very busy, so busy that he didn't even have time to finish the fight with him. But this seemingly unfinished fight has actually been decided.

The others were gone, and suddenly his voice came from the wind: "There is no next time, Yiming." ”

There is no next time!How dare he speak to himself like this?!Yiming was angry again, because with the support of his wife and the young master, Yiming had never taken this young master of wild seeds in his eyes since he was a child.

Wemo was always polite to everyone, wasn't it because he needed to survive in the cracks?

"Hiss~"

Yiming was furious, and the muscles on his face began to be hideous, but as soon as the muscles were pulled, he immediately gasped in pain, and tears broke out.

The one who stepped on it really didn't have half the strength to retain.

Yiming knew that he had lost, and he had lost completely.

By the time he got up, the whole person had gone from being high at the beginning to being discouraged, and his nose was bleeding for a long time—this was the result that Wei Mo stepped on before leaving.

Now Yiming can't feel the bridge of his nose, and he has no intention of feeling the bridge of his nose.

He walked so disgraced that he couldn't even hear what the little guys were saying.

He thought the little guys were comforting him, but in fact?

"Yo, something is wrong!"

"Let's go, hurry home and tell the young master to go. ”

The night was deep and the wind was cold.

In the room, an oil lamp was lit. Under the dim light, Wei Mo and Qin'er were gathered in front of the bed, checking on Uncle Zhong's condition. A moment ago, they had just fed Uncle Zhong a bowl of medicine and helped him wipe his wounds with medicinal soup. His body is getting better at a rapid pace. The wound crusts over and no longer drains pus.

"Great, the wound is healing. Qin'er cried with joy when she saw the gratifying changes in her father's wound.

Wei Mo breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a heavy stone fall to the ground with a thud.

"Okay, young master, you've been busy all day, go back and rest. By the way, remember to sign up for the next two days. Qin'er urged Wei Mo.

Wei Mo knew that if he didn't listen to her, she would keep nagging. He was very skeptical, is it all women, starting from babbling, to nag like this?

"I know Sister Laqin'er, so are you. Wei Mo nodded obediently, turned and walked out.

Qin'er looked at his back affectionately, her big eyes were shy, and her cheeks were red, like a blooming daffodil.

She felt that the young master seemed to have become a lot burlier, and she didn't know if it was an illusion or a real thing. In any case, the young master is finally about to come out.

Wei Mo came to the hallway and stretched out against the cold wind. The bitter wind stimulated his body, making his mind clearer and clearer.

"I can't sleep, just practice. ”

Wei Mo first practiced his iron and stone fist in the courtyard for half an hour, and he fought backwards. Then he went back to the house and began to meditate.

Wei Mo had never had the opportunity to come into contact with the exercises before, so naturally he didn't understand the cultivation of the exercises.

However, since he awakened the Twin Pulses, he had already figured out a path of cultivation on his own.

After sitting cross-legged and taking a few deep breaths to banish distracting thoughts, Wei Mo gradually entered an ethereal state.

He closed his eyes slightly, feeling the faint sound of wind in the room. The room was ventilated on almost all sides, and even when the doors and windows were closed, cold air could come in.

In the past, Wei Mo was the most afraid of cold winds, but now, he felt that these cold winds and cold currents were lovely to death—the spirit veins, that small shoot, exuding a faint light blue light, and could clearly sense the heaven and earth aura in the air.

The cold currents were attracted by the pale blue glow, hovering around Wemo. The aura was ingested, the cold was discharged, and Wei Mo enjoyed the strange feeling.

Those spiritual qi lingered in the spiritual veins for a moment, turning into a faint blue light, circulating throughout his body along the '8'-shaped pattern in his body.

The feeling of heat and baking came, and the surroundings were no longer cold. Wei Mo seemed to hear his muscles and skin crackling, it was the sound of growth.

In this process, the power was squeezed out of the limbs and hundreds of bones, injected into the martial veins, and gradually filled.

......

Yiming returned to the courtyard dejectedly.

This courtyard is where Wei Dinghai lives, divided into two entrances inside and outside, carved beams and painted buildings, birds singing and flowers, there are several study rooms, kitchens, miscellaneous rooms, and miscellaneous rooms. There is a three-storey building in the backyard, which is simple and atmospheric, surrounded by several golden laurel trees, and is full of aura.

In addition to Yiming, there were more than a dozen slaves and more than a dozen maids in the courtyard, and the battle was quite large, compared to Wei Mo's courtyard, it was simply a cloud and mud.

On weekdays, Wei Dinghai mainly lives in the backyard, except for Yiming and the big girl Lingcui, ordinary people are not allowed to enter.

Yiming lingered at the gate of the courtyard, but decided to go in. Knock knock went upstairs, the lights in the room were on, and the woman's delicate voice was heard.

“...... Young master, oh~"

Just listening to it, Yiming felt his heart pounding, and he was about to jump out of his throat, his face was red, his ears were hot, and his palms were hot.

He hesitated, then turned to wait.

"Is Yiming you?" came a slightly immature, but mature young man's voice from inside the door, Wei Dinghai always looked so deep.

"Young master, Yiming has something important to tell you. Yiming hurriedly lowered his head and lowered his hand, and said respectfully.