The figures in the courtyard were staggered, and the cold wind was mixed with the fragrance of plums.

Wei Mo went from disbelief to contemplation, and during this period, Qin'er always accompanied him in practice.

Another hour passed, and in the blink of an eye it was supper time, and the sky was darkening. The icy wind came from outside the courtyard, and the chill was biting.

But the boys and girls were all sweating profusely, and no one felt cold or tired. The situation was quietly changing, and Qin'er went from being able to perfectly defuse every tough attack of Wei Mo at the beginning, to only barely accepting the moves, and it was becoming more and more difficult.

"The young master is really smart, and he can understand it at one point. She was overjoyed and said secretly.

Wei Mo hit him hard again, and Qin'er subconsciously slapped him on the left shoulder, and surrounded Wei to save Zhao, trying to resist it.

However, before her palm could touch Wei Mo's shoulder, suddenly he turned around, and the person was gone. When Qin'er came back to her senses, the fist wind whistling behind her was already close to the back of her head.

"Haha! Sister Qin'er, I've finally caught you!" Wei Mo put his fist next to Qin'er, laughing happily.

Qin'er sighed helplessly, turned around, and pressed his fist: "Yes, yes, the young master is the most clever." ”

"Nope. Wei Mo looked deeply into her eyes and said gratefully, "Sister Qin'er, you are the smartest one, thank you!"

He finally knew that Qin'er took the opportunity to fight him and quietly helped him clear up the doubts in his heart, and Wei Mo had already comprehended the mystery of the word 'stone' in the Iron and Stone Fist.

Qin'er not only helped him, but also skillfully maintained his self-esteem, which can be described as well-intentioned.

Wei Mo's face was hot, Qin'er lowered her head and said shyly: "This is all as it should be......"

A warm atmosphere filled the dilapidated courtyard, and the awe-inspiring cold was defeated.

Wei Mo looked at Qin'er, and his heart felt a little turbulent. Although Sister Qin'er and him are not related by blood, they are like sisters and brothers. Although he has no mother and his father ignores him, because of Qin'er's existence, his life is not irreparably miserable.

Bang!

A loud bang interrupted their reverie, and they followed the sound.

The sound came from outside the door, as if something heavy was hitting the door. Wei Mo and Qin'er looked at each other suspiciously, and at the same time they felt bad in their hearts, and they all hurried to the door.

When the door was opened, a man leaned against the door panel and slowly fell into the courtyard.

It's Wei Zhong!

Wei Zhong's soul was full of blood, his eyes were slightly closed, his hands and feet were paralyzed, and he couldn't move. Its lips opened slightly, constantly exhaling a faint white mist, with less air in and more air out, and the person was already dying.

Qin'er's frightened six gods were grief-stricken, fell to the ground, hugged her father and wept: "Dad, what's wrong with you?"

Wei Mo looked up and saw only a trail of footprints stretching out of the snow. A few days ago, it snowed heavily, and the rest of the house was cleaned, but next to this small courtyard, no one managed it.

Originally, Wei Zhong would clean the snow outside the courtyard, but he was so focused on Wei Mo that he didn't care about it. That's good, to leave a mark on those filthy villains.

Wei Mo was furious, looking at the few lines of footprints, his angry eyes were about to erupt with fire.

He had the heart to catch up, but he knew that saving people at this time was far more important than rushing out to blindly find the murderer.

"Sister Qin'er, let's carry Uncle Zhong into the house first. He said in a deep voice.

Qin'er cried and nodded, and the two carried Wei Zhong into the room and laid him flat on the bed.

Wei Mo helped Wei Zhong take off his bloody clothes and check his injuries, and suddenly became more and more angry.

I don't know who it is, he was so mad that he actually broke all the tendons and veins of Wei Zhong's limbs, and now Uncle Zhong is simply a paralyzed person. Other large and small scars, not to mention, there are hundreds of them.

"Damn!" Wei Mo clenched his fists, his nails digging into his flesh, bleeding profusely.

Although Wei Zhong is his servant, the two usually get along with each other, and they are both father and friend, and they are a very important role in his life.

No matter who it is, daring to be so ruthless to Wei Zhong is definitely a sign of extreme contempt for Wei Mo.

But now Wei Mo doesn't want to do anything, he just wants to save Uncle Zhong. For a martial cultivator, the breaking of tendons and veins is something more painful than death.

Qin'er was already crying without tears, silently helping her father bandage his wounds, clean his bloody clothes, and find all the pills he could find. But what medicine is available in this dilapidated courtyard?

"Sister Qin'er, give Uncle Zhong the soup from my Seven Star Grass. Wei Mo Dao.

Qin'er shook her head mechanically: "No, young master, you need it more." ”

She went out, and Wei Mo looked at her heartbroken back, and a wave of anger welled up in his heart, accompanied by a longing.

No matter who did the evil, in the final analysis, isn't it because Wei Mo has no position of strength? Okay, since you are so dog-eyed and low-looking, I, Wei Mo, will fight this one!

He decided to participate in this year's annual trial and compete with Wei Dinghai for the position of heir!

Although Wei Mo knew that this possibility was very small, the position of heir could not be obtained by himself alone. But he's going to fight anyway and give it a try. When he rises in the sun, he will let those who hurt Uncle Zhong repay it a hundredfold!

"Uncle Zhong, don't worry, I will definitely heal you! I will definitely avenge you!" Wei Mo sat in front of the bed, held Uncle Zhong's hand and swore, "I didn't want to snatch the position of Shizi's heir, they forced me!"

Uncle Zhong, who was in a coma, seemed to hear it, and his big hand held his hand tightly, clenching it tightly, as if he had something to say.

I've tried everything, but what the two of them can do is too limited. The medicine is not enough, and what can be obtained is useless.

For three consecutive days, despite the dedication of the two of them, Uncle Zhong's condition was still getting worse. During this period, Wei Mo also took time to investigate Uncle Zhong's injury, but he gained little. It's not that no one knows, but those who do, they are all silent.

Wei Mo knew in his heart that before he turned over, there was only one way to figure out this matter - let Uncle Zhong say it himself.

He and Qin'er are two, frugal and frugal, shopping for everything that can be sold, and exchanging it for money to buy medicine. What's ridiculous is that the Wei family is still a big monopoly on the city's medicinal herb spirit grass business.

Whenever he despaired, a wave of hatred welled up in Wei Mo's heart.

He and Qin'er take turns to take care of it, Qin'er during the day, Wei Mo at night, not leaving an inch, for fear that Uncle Zhong will have three longs and two shortcomings.

On this night, it was Wei Mo's turn to keep vigil, and he sat cross-legged on a stool to cultivate and comprehend the spiritual vein.

Looking at the faint blue light emitted by the tender young bud in the void of his brain, he suddenly thought: "Yes, it is said that spiritual power has a powerful healing power, if I can condense the spiritual power of Chu Dan, wouldn't Uncle Zhong be saved?"

This thought made Wei Mo feel very good, and his cultivation persistence was even greater. He closed his eyes and stared, feeling the aura of heaven and earth hungrily, grabbing all the energy that could be used.

A faint starry light overflowed the room. The boy was bathed in the starlight and sat quietly. Let the star penetrate through his pores, bringing power and taking away the dross. His physique, in the process, became stronger and stronger.

And throughout the process, the lines on his chest have been emitting a dark red light, hidden under his clothes, but in full swing.