"Hey!"

In the martial arts training ground in the backyard of Cuibai Garden, wooden stakes stand densely, and Wei Mo hangs six wooden stacks, like a wind, shuttling through them.

Its punches are like iron, the fists are like mountains, the fist wind is everywhere, whining, and it is extremely fierce.

As his body danced, sweat came out one by one, rolling down his skin, and the ground was soon wet.

The power continued to condense in the muscles and flesh, and with the magical '8'-shaped circuit, it was transported into the martial veins and turned into drops of mysterious power.

The four Xuan Dan, like crystal stars, accompanied by the martial arts, carried floats and sank, and the powerful Xuan Force made Wei Mo's skin tense and his muscles knotted, like a python lurking in it.

He could feel that in the martial veins, the Xuan power was constantly filling, faintly swelling, and there was a sense of breakthrough. However, there was always an invisible wall that blocked his way and annoyed him.

"Whew!" Wei Mo took a deep breath, his fists slammed down from the top of his head and ended at the Martial Pulse.

He didn't even remember how many sets of Ironstone Fists he had played, and when he looked up at the sundial, an hour and a half had passed.

"I don't know when I will be able to break through, but when Sister Qin'er fully recovers, she can accompany me to practice, and she will definitely grow rapidly. He said secretly.

Walking to the porch, taking the towel handed by the servant, Wei Mo wiped the beads of sweat off his body.

"Young master, you are getting more and more powerful!" the little guy complimented a little exaggeratedly, and gave a thumbs up, his voice trembled, "On such a cold day, I can only wear a pair of single pants and hang six wooden stacks." We are fortunate to be able to follow the young master!"

Wei Mo smiled faintly, didn't say anything, but said in his heart: "It's really feng shui in turn, when you looked down on me in the past, why didn't you praise me so much?"

He was slandering, but when he saw the faces of several little guys change, he knelt on the ground and said, "Participate in the patriarch!"

Wei Mo frowned, and looked back to see his father striding towards him.

"Well, you all go down. Wei Tianyang waved his hand, dismissed the little guy, and looked at Wei Mojing's naked body, and said in pain, "Mo'er, the winter in Qinghua City is too cold, you don't always be like this, beware of the cold to the bone." ”

Wei Mo ignored him.

Wei Tianyang naturally knew his son's thoughts, he smiled faintly, walked to the porch, picked up his clothes and put them on his son.

"I know, you must be angry with me these days, and I won't hide it from you, I've been with your brother these days......"

"He wasn't born to my mother, not my brother. Wei Mo's heart is straightforward and fast-talking, and his mouth is like a blade.

Wei Tianyang sighed, deeply lost. The genius who used to dominate Qinghua City, the man who led an entire family and almost monopolized the spirit grass business in several nearby cities, was helpless against Wei Mo.

Wei Mo slowly fastened his belt and tidied himself up.

Wei Tianyang said: "I'm here to beg you to save your brother." ”

"Impossible!" Wei Mo sneered, "How did he get poisoned, don't you know in your hearts?"

He clenched his fists tightly, could he not be sad to treat his father like this? Especially every time he heard Wei Tianyang mention his name, Mo Er and Mo Er, he remembered that his parents had loved each other so much. As their child, Vemo is actually very proud.

Wei Tianyang was stunned for a moment, nodded, and sighed: "I know you are stubborn, just like your mother." Forget it, I won't force you. There are some things that you can only experience when you become a father in the coming day. I'm gone, you don't want to catch a cold. ”

He patted his son on the shoulder and walked away in disappointment.

Wei Mo looked at his back, so lonely, his originally majestic body was a little rickety, and he couldn't help but feel more and more heartache. However, thinking of Lin Tianxiu, a wave of resentment came to my heart again.

Seeing his father off, Vemo returned to his room and practiced spiritualism. The aura of heaven and earth shrouded him, constantly burrowing into his skin, turning into drops of spiritual power, infiltrating his spiritual veins.

When cultivating spiritual power, Wei Mo felt like a sponge craving water, tirelessly absorbing it.

Time passed like this, and when he finished his cultivation, he was shocked to realize that it was already dark. I don't know when someone lit a warm lamp in the room.

"Young Master, it's time to eat. Qin'er's soft voice came from outside, and Wei Mo smelled that the room was filled with the aroma of food, and his stomach rumbled.

He drooled and grinned, "Time flies!" jumped out of bed, washed his hands, and sat down at the table, ready to enjoy an exquisite dinner.

Although there are only three side dishes, each dish is prepared by Qin'er herself. Fish-flavored shredded pork, mapo tofu, and dry pot devil chicken. These are Wei Mo's favorite dishes, full of color, flavor and taste, and he picked up his chopsticks and feasted on them.

Qin'er stood aside, looking at him with a smile. Being able to cook for him again was the only thought in Qin'er's heart when she was unconscious.

Accompany the young master and watch him grow up little by little, and one day, he can grow into a man who is more majestic than the patriarch.

"Young Master~" Qin'er spoke.

"Sister Qin'er, if you tell me about Wei Dinghai, forget it!" Wei Mo lowered his head, chewed a piece of fragrant chicken, and said lightly, "You know, I hate their mother and son." They almost killed you, and they killed me, maybe ......"

Wei Mo was silent for a moment, thinking to himself, maybe she killed my mother.

Qin'er was stunned, she hadn't opened her mouth yet, Wei Mo could actually guess what she was going to say. Shaking her head helplessly and smiling bitterly, she said, "Okay, I won't talk about that." But young master, no matter what you decide, Qin'er will support you. ”

"Well, this is my sister Qin'er. Wei Mo put on a smile again, but Qin'er could see that there was contradiction and bitterness in his smile.

She can understand Wei Mo, the young master is not a cold-blooded person, Wei Dinghai is his younger brother after all. Seeing his younger brother dying, how could he be indifferent? It's just that the young man's heart is too obsessed to understand.

After serving Wei Mo to dinner, serving him to take a shower and go to bed, Qin'er left the room with a tray. In the hallway, she meets her father, Wei Zhong.

"Qin'er, how's it going?" Wei Zhong asked expectantly.

Qin'er shook her head silently, and Wei Zhong sighed. He also didn't like Lin Tianxiu's mother and son, but he felt sorry for the patriarch. Just like his daughter's loyalty to Wei Mo, Wei Zhong also has a loyalty to Wei Tianyang in his heart.

He will never forget the day when Wei Tianyang announced that he would let him follow Wei Mo, the whole family looked at him in a strange light, and they all felt that he was belittled. But only Wei Zhong understood in his heart that it was precisely because of the patriarch's trust in him that he handed over his most heart-wrenching son to him to raise.

Now looking at Wei Tianyang as if he was tormenting in a pot of oil, how could Wei Zhong not be anxious?

"Alas, these two fathers and sons have too similar tempers. Wei Zhong shook his head and sighed.