Clusters of starlight swirled around Wei Mo, which was a concrete reflection of the aura of heaven and earth.

Wei Mo's eyes were slightly closed, and his ten fingers kept changing the seal, and the dexterous fingerprints were pulled by the spiritual veins, opening the pores of his whole body, greedily absorbing the aura of heaven and earth.

The depleted spiritual veins became crystal clear little by little, like a light blue ball of water.

Within half an hour, Wei Mo was pleasantly surprised to find that his spiritual power was incomparably abundant. The spiritual power that originally gave him a headache and didn't know how long it would take to recover had all recovered.

Taking a deep breath, the starlight followed the air into his lungs, and when he exhaled again, the airflow was actually faint black.

Wei Mo felt the bitter sweetness of the aura of heaven and earth, and his hands were sealed, ending this cultivation.

He reminisced about the first picture of the Galaxy Classic: "The Spiritual Skill of the Galaxy Masterpiece is really powerful! I wonder what the second picture is about?"

Even though he had been cultivating for several hours in a row, Wei Mo was actually very tired. But prompted by curiosity, he couldn't help but close his eyes and concentrate, opening the Galaxy Classics with his mind and carefully examining the second picture.

In the second picture, there were three seals, and he couldn't understand them at first, but retreating from difficulties was not Wei Mo's forte. Moreover, the three seals of this picture, as if with magical powers, deeply attracted him. He scrutinized and pondered. Before I knew it, another few hours had passed.

From dusk to night, from night to day. The snow stopped and fell, and it drifted and stopped, and the eaves of the house, in the yard, and on the walls, the whole world was white.

Wei Zhong and Qin'er's father and daughter didn't dare to disturb him, and only silently did their own thing. The trial is imminent, and every child who signs up for the trial must be racing against time at this time. Even if you sharpen the gun in battle, you can grind it more diligently than usual.

Wei Zhong didn't dare to let people know that he had recovered, and still pretended to be paralyzed, lying in the corner. In fact, he was secretly helping Wei Mo grind the Seven Star Grass into powder. Qin'er didn't stop all the time, helping Wei Mo make new clothes.

Just as the father and daughter were busy, they suddenly heard a clear roar from Wei Mo's mouth, and then a cold wind suddenly swirled in the entire stable.

This cold wind carries a thick dampness, which makes the already extremely low temperature even more tormenting.

The two of them looked at Wei Mo in surprise, but they saw that his arms were lifted and shaken, and he pinched three seals in a row, and between his palms, a light blue clear stream swirled out.

Wei Mo slapped his palm forward again, and in the wet and cold wind, the light blue streamer turned into a transparent arrow, and flew out with a bang.

Before the two of them could react, they heard a pop, and the transparent light blue arrow had already hit a stone pillar a few feet away. All the arrows were submerged in it, leaving only a hole the thickness of chopsticks in the pillar.

Both of them were taken aback, looked at each other, and then looked at Wei Mo. Wei Mo's eyes shone like stars, and he was extremely excited, looking at his hands, and then at the stone pillar opposite: "Spirit Archery Technique, it really lives up to its name!"

Before he finished speaking, Wei Zhong and Qin'er heard a small click, and the two of them hurriedly followed the reputation. But I saw that the pillar was from the sky, and there was light blue ice condensation, and the ice quickly spread up and down, and soon the whole pillar was covered with a thin layer of ice.

"Young Master, is this the spiritual skill of a spiritual cultivator?" Wei Zhong was surprised and delighted, forgetting that he was still pretending to be paralyzed, and jumped to his feet.

Qin'er was also so excited that she forgot that she was still sewing clothes, and accidentally pricked her finger with a needle. She didn't care about the pain, she looked at Wei Mo with tears in her eyes, she didn't say a word, but there was great joy in her heart.

Wei Mo finally lived up to everyone's expectations.

"Well, I think it should be!" Wei Mo smiled and nodded, he wanted to pretend to be calm, but after all, he was only a fourteen-year-old boy, and between his eyebrows, an irrepressible look of pride began to flow.

However, he is different from before, especially after experiencing the latest ups and downs, he has understood the warmth and coldness of the rivers and lakes, and the complexity of people's hearts. Some people are not femme fatales, but they have a femme fatale heart.

"Okay, great!" Wei Zhong wept excitedly, "If the patriarch knew, he would definitely ......"

"Uncle Zhong, I'm hungry, do you have anything to eat?" Wei Mo interrupted with a grin.

Wei Zhong was stunned for a moment, and immediately nodded: "Yes, there is!" He turned around to look for something to eat, in fact, he knew in his heart that Wei Mo was hungry, but he couldn't hear others mention his father. Alas, Wei Zhong sighed secretly, thinking of this child's pitiful background, he was very sorry in his heart.

Wei Mo was on the side, as if he had no heart or lungs, admiring his fist: "Hmph, there are spiritual archery skills, and iron and stone fists, this time the family trial, I have to show it well." Maybe ......"

"Young Master......" Qin'er listened, and was about to persuade him to be patient and low-key, but heard Wei Mo continue: "Maybe, I can get a hundred!"

Qin'er had a black line in her head, and she really wanted to give Wei Mo a big white eye. A hundred? There are only a few dozen children who participated in the trial this time, right?

......

The howling cold wind was blocked from the warm pavilion.

At this time of the year, important courtyards such as Wufeng Garden will always be surrounded by warm sunshine. The warm sun made the temperature in the yard much higher than normal.

Wei Dinghai sat in the warm pavilion, and in front of him was a crystal bottle with the thickness of a tail finger, and there was a thick red juice in the bottle.

"Snake Shadow Grass Juice, highly poisonous. The poisoner does not have a seizure on the spot, but gradually loses consciousness after three days. Once the poison is poisoned, its spread speed is very rapid, and within half an hour, the whole body will stiffen, and finally suffocate to death. ”

He stared at the book that introduced various poisonous weeds, and flipped to the one that introduced snake shadow grass. Back and forth, I've read it more than a hundred times.

This is at noon today, Lin Tianxiu just sent it to him.

Lin Tianxiu didn't say what the poison was for, but knowing his mother Mo Ruozi, how could Wei Dinghai not understand?

In this family trial, he didn't have many opponents, and the first place was almost within reach. Snake Shadow Grass Juice, not for his opponent, but for Wei Mo.

The fist stabbed jade, shimmering with an emerald sheen, was placed right next to that book. Wei Dinghai stared at the fist spur and fell into deep thought.

......

On a sunny day that is rare in winter, everyone's mood also becomes high with the warm sun.

Today is the day of the trial, and early in the morning, all the people of the Wei family gathered outside the trial ground, which was extremely lively.

Parents accompany their children, some of whom are going to participate in trials, and most of them are just here to watch the battle. They had a heated discussion, predicting the ranking of this trial.

Children are with their parents and loved ones, regardless of their age, and their expressions are full of happiness, so natural, as if happiness is as ordinary as breathing.

Accompanied by Jean, Wei Mo left the stable and went to the proving ground. From afar, when he saw those happy smiling faces, he suddenly felt a little lonely in his heart.

Qin'er has been with him for a long time, and she can be very sensitive to the fall of his emotions.

She looked at Wei Mo's silhouette with a very painful heart: "Young Master, what can Qin'er do to make you really happy?" The girl was very worried, but there was no one to talk about.

Wei Mo was lonely in his heart, but he had a sunny smile on his face, and he looked like he was grinning. He strode forward with his head held high. But he was like a plague, and everywhere he passed, all happiness seemed to be swept away.

The people avoided him as if they were running away from the plague, and looked at him with strange eyes.

"What are you doing here?"

"That's it, I have lost my strength, my martial arts are damaged, do you still think that I am the lucky one before?"