Before dawn, Vemo woke up.

He has come to terms with his current situation and his mentality has changed dramatically.

After more than ten years of downfall, once he turned over, he thought that he was too proud and too sharp. It's not that he's been down, it's a big deal to start over, he thought.

The pain in the martial arts has been so severe that he has even forgotten what it is like not to be in pain.

Sensing the spiritual veins over and over again, using spiritual power, trying to repair the martial veins on his own. Although Wei Mo knew that it was all in vain, he still refused to give up.

The cold wind howled, and snow dust mixed with wood chips and fallen leaves came in through the cracks in the fence. Wei Mo remained motionless, his eyebrows and hair frosted.

......

The Wei family compound, no matter what the weather is, is full of people coming and going every day.

Especially recently, the family has been busy building a trial competition platform in a small square, and everyone is busy.

Wei Dinghai was wearing a new black practice uniform and a tiger mink fur, and walked all the way to the West Garden under the respectful eyes of everyone. Behind him, the little maid Yiming and the big girl Lingcui followed closely.

He came out of the stable, hid in the arch and watched quietly.

The stables occupy an area of about three points, and in the open courtyard, a row of stables are built against the wall. Earlier, it was a bustling place, with dozens of strong, fiery horses waiting for a dozen strong, fiery horses.

In the last two years, the family has bred more and more fire-maned horses, and the stable has been abandoned because it is too small. Unexpectedly, today became a place for Wei Mo.

The beautiful figure is busy washing and drying in the yard. With her, this dilapidated, smelly yard full of horse manure actually has a little more agility and some breath of life.

This made Wei Dinghai feel sour, and he couldn't help but clench his fists. Wei Mo, why do you have such a good life, and why do you want her to die for you?

Lingcui took two steps behind Wei Dinghai, she raised her head slightly, and when she saw Wei Dinghai's angry face, her eyes were full of loss. Look at the figure in front of me again, Lingcui's silver teeth are clenched, and the slender fingers are hard to pick at the handkerchief, and the nails are white.

"Young master, it's windy, let's go back. Yiming whispered from the side.

"Alas!" Wei Dinghai sighed, "It's really thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi." ”

"Young master, he's been thirty years, and it's almost the same for three days, this is the end of being too flamboyant, and it has nothing to do with us. Madame is still waiting for us......" Yiming bowed.

"Well, wait a minute. Wei Dinghai walked to the archway, and when he was about to enter the door, he stopped and turned back and said, "You guys are waiting for me here." ”

Yiming was singing, and he heard someone next to him gritting his teeth.

Crash!

Qin'er poured a large bucket of water down the drain, and it was all discarded Seven Star Grass Soup. Even when she moved to the stables, she didn't give up helping Wei Mo and her father heal. Every day, I wear the stars and the moon, go to the spiritual grass field to find wild seven-star grass, and come back to make soup for them.

Jean didn't know if it would work, but it was the only thing she could do at the moment.

It's very hard, almost making rice-free cooking. But every time she saw Wei Mo in pain and torture, and he was still working hard to cultivate, she cheered up.

"I am the young master's backing, if I don't support him anymore, who else in this world will support him?" she thought.

"Ahem!" someone walked behind and coughed softly.

In fact, Qin'er had already heard their whispers, but she just pretended not to see them. Wei Dinghai is a sensitive person to her. Openly and secretly, I don't know how many times he told Qin'er: "If you follow me, you don't have to endure hardship." ”

Qin'er didn't want to see him, she didn't want to hear him, she would feel sorry for Wei Mo.

But now, everyone has gone to the back, and Qin'er is helpless.

She took a deep breath, turned to look at him, and pretended to be surprised: "It turned out to be Young Master Dinghai, why are you here? Our stable is small and dirty, don't get your new tiger mink fur dirty." ”

How could Wei Dinghai not hear the sarcastic words?

Every time he saw Qin'er's eyes that rejected people thousands of miles away, her stiff expression, and her stylized greeting, Wei Dinghai would feel helpless in his heart.

He sighed, looked at Wei Mo in the shed, and then looked at Qin'er's red and swollen hands, and felt distressed.

"Move to me, with your father. Wei Dinghai said.

"Thank you for your kindness, but how can there be two young masters living in the same courtyard? Qin'er politely refused, "Young Master Dinghai, please go back." ”

She bowed her head.

Wei Dinghai looked at Qin'er very painfully, sighed deeply, and took out a purse from his arms: "I know, you don't have any money, take this money and buy him some supplements." ”

Qin'er didn't stretch out his hand, he paused, put his purse on the stool beside him, and turned to leave.

Jean bowed her head until she couldn't hear the footsteps.

The purse was put away by her and not discarded. Vemo needs money, a lot of money. Without the support of money and spiritual grass, he couldn't get over this hurdle at all. The heavy purse can make Wei Mo suffer a lot.

Wei Mo can talk about dignity, but Qin Er doesn't. The dignity is left to the young master, and the humiliation is borne by her.

It was late at night, and the howling north wind was like a fierce demonic beast coming from the north of Qinghua Mountain, raging in Qinghua City. The dilapidated stables trembled under their obscenity.

Qin'er tried to use a tarpaulin to cover all the corners where Wei Mo was, even if it couldn't block the cold, at least it could have some effect.

Wei Mo had been sleeping and not eating, drinking or drinking, and had been cultivating for seven or eight hours.

After settling her father, Jean lit a candle and stayed by Wei Mo's side. After a tiring day, her back hurts, and she doesn't even have time to cultivate. In fact, on this day, she not only had to take care of Wei Mo, but also be at the disposal of others.

After Wei Dinghai left during the day, Lingcui asked someone to carry two large buckets of clothes: "Wash and dry these clothes within an hour, and we will come to collect them tomorrow." ”

"But on such a cold day, you can't dry it for a day. Qin'er said.

"Whew, that's your business. You're so sassy, anyone can hook up, maybe you can hook up with the sun? In that case, everything can be dried, right?"

Things like that haven't been broken for almost a day. Thinking that the future does not know how long it will last, Qin'er can't help but have a headache.

Suddenly, a clear rebuke came from outside: "What about people, why is this yard so messy?"

Qin'er frowned, here again again, these people really haven't stopped for a moment. It's as if there is a shift and takes turns tossing them.

She hurriedly put down the needlework in her hand, said yes, got up and walked out.

It was Wei Fu's number one subordinate who came, and he glanced at the yard contemptuously: "It is said that a hairless phoenix is not as good as a chicken, not to mention that it was originally a local chicken, hey!" Seeing Qin'er come out, he raised his head and said, "What about Wei Mo?"

"Bold, the young master's name is also what you called, if you have something to say, let it go quickly!" Qin'er opened her eyes angrily, she could give in a little to Wei Dinghai, but in front of these miscellaneous servants, she swore to defend Wei Mo's dignity to the death.

The first order is threefold, the strength is crushed, and everyone knows that Qin'er will be Wei Dinghai's person sooner or later, and this slave will not dare to make a mistake.

He snorted and restrained slightly: "Okay, okay, what about the great Young Master Mo? I'll inform him, don't forget about the family trial, life and death, but it's already signed." ”

Qin'er was silent, and the man looked at her with a sneer, then at the faint light in the shed, and turned away.

He didn't come, but Qin'er forgot about it.

The family trial, life and death, Wei Mo obviously couldn't continue to participate. By doing so, they will undoubtedly put Wemo to death!