Lingchuan was stunned for a moment, bent down to smooth the folds on Shiwen's new clothes, and slowly spoke, "Do you like this dress?"

"Big brother, do you hate me? you don't want me to follow you, do you?" Shiwen sniffed and looked down at his fingers.

"I don't hate you, it's just ...... As a spiritual cultivator, I need to return to the Honglin Sect after this skill assessment, and no outsiders are allowed to enter the spiritual sect......"

"Uh-huh, I see, big brother, I see......" Shiwen muttered to himself.

"Shiwen, where is your home?"

"I don't have a home, I can't go home. ”

"You....... Your parents are dead?"

The poem bowed its head and was silent.

"You haven't grown up yet, it's time to go home, or your parents will miss you. ”

"I can't go home, I can't go home! My dad hates me, he will sell me, he will sell me! He always hates me......" Shiwen said and sobbed.

"What? your father ......." Lingchuan didn't know what to say for a while, he thought that Shiwen was abducted and trafficked, but he didn't expect that it was her own biological father who sold her.

Next, from the words of the poem, Lingchuan learned what kind of person her father was, in layman's terms, he was a second-rate child, eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling all accounted for.

The second-rate son may not be suitable for him, in fact, he is a scumbag. is useless, the family's farm work and livelihood depend on his wife, so he still beats his wife and children, and his three daughters are all sold.

Shiwen was the youngest child in the family, often suffering from hunger and cold, and when he was ten years old, he asked his father to sell him to the imperial tea garden.

"Alas~" After listening to Shiwen crying, Lingchuan sighed, held her right hand and said, "I'll go home with you." ”

"Big brother, don't send me home! I don't want to be sold anymore, they, they all bully me....."

"Don't be afraid, you forget, the eldest brother is a spiritual cultivator, and the people in the government are afraid of me, with me, who dares to bully you!" Lingchuan touched her head.

"But, big brother will go. ”

"I won't leave until I'm settled in you. Trust me, I'll take care of everything!Besides, don't you want to go back and see your mother?" Lingchuan continued.

"Mother, I don't know how my mother is. The poem sounded a little exciting.

"Let's go, I'll take you home! With big brother here, don't be afraid of anything. Lingchuan said and stretched out his arm and took Shiwen's hand.

Shiwen's home is in a village not far from Yinghua City, and the two of them walked for more than an hour before they saw the sparse courtyard in the mountain stream.

Shiwen was a little nervous, his palms were sweaty, and he grabbed Lingchuan's hand tightly.

The village was quiet, and no one was seen, probably during the busy farming season, and the villagers went out to work.

"Where's your home?"

Shiwen didn't answer, but just raised his hand and pointed not far away, a dilapidated courtyard surrounded by weeds.

Lingchuan looked up and frowned secretly, the courtyard was too dilapidated, a thatched mud house, surrounded by a decaying fence, and Kendi, who didn't know, thought that this place had long been abandoned.

When he approached the courtyard, a foul smell came, and Lingchuan couldn't help but raise his hand to touch his nose.

At this time, Shiwen was so frightened that he hid behind Lingchuan.

When Lingchuan stepped forward to see the scene in the courtyard, he almost didn't vomit......

I saw a thin middle-aged man, lying next to the toilet in the yard, vomiting a lot on the side of his head, and some filth on his body, which made people retch.

"Is this your father?"

Shiwen poked his head out and nodded cautiously.

Lingchuan sighed, and secretly said in his heart, "This person is really hopeless! ”

"Squeak~" Just as he was thinking about what to do, the door of the thatched hut was opened, and out of it came a woman with a yellow face and thin muscles.

The woman was holding an iron basin and looked up at the person standing outside the courtyard, looking a little puzzled. But when she saw the little head poking out from behind Lingchuan, there was a 'bang', and the iron basin fell to the ground, and the water spilled all over the ground.

"Wenwen, Wenwen!" the woman cried out and ran over.

Shiwen was no longer afraid, crying 'Mother', and greeted him.

The mother and daughter, who thought they would never see each other again, hugged each other tightly.

"Wenwen, are you hurt?they, they beat you?, how did you come back?" After a while, the woman carefully looked at Shiwen and asked.

"Mother, I'm fine, it was the eldest brother who rescued me! The eldest brother is a spiritual monk. ”

"Lingdao, monk?" the woman looked at Lingchuan and suddenly pulled the poem, "Come, kowtow to the monk, thank you, thank you!"

"Don't, don't. Lingchuan hurriedly stepped forward and helped the two of them up.

Who knows, the woman suddenly grabbed Lingchuan's hand, "Monk, please, please help Shiwen, she can't stay at home, you take her away!"

"Don't worry, I'll arrange it. Lingchuan nodded.

"What's the noise, damn, it's noisy!"

At this moment, the middle-aged man lying next to the latrine sat up scolding, grabbed a stone casually, and threw it forward.

Lingchuan was bending down to help Shiwen and her mother, and he didn't turn his head back, and hit the stone aside with his backhand.

"Gross!"

The emaciated man vomited a few more times and opened his eyes. In a trance, he couldn't believe the scene he saw, rubbed his eyes again, and then stood up against the wall.

"Fuck you, you little bastard! How did you escape? What a shitty billet, like your mother!"

Shiwen's father staggered forward, full of alcohol, pointing and scolding as he walked, "You run back, they don't let me lose money, you fucking want to kill me, don't you!"

The woman hurriedly blocked the poem behind her.

"You still dare to protect her, are you looking for a fight again?" The man scolded Shi Wenniang again.

At this time, he turned his head to look at Lingchuan and snorted coldly, "Which family are you, what are you doing at my house, go quickly!"

"He is a spiritual monk, and he rescued the poems. If you dare to sell your daughter again, he will not spare you!" Shiwen Niang rushed to take it.

"Monk, just him! Haha, you scare me with a monk, and find a decent one, what kind of thing do you think he is......"

Shiwen's father pointed to the front, shouting, and looked like a scoundrel.

Lingchuan couldn't bear to curse, stepped forward and grabbed his right palm, squeezed it hard, and with a 'click', he crushed his hand bones.

Shiwen's father screamed so badly that he collapsed in pain, and Lingchuan raised his leg and kicked his right leg before he fell to the ground.

The man, who was still a little confused, came to his senses in pain and fell to the ground begging for mercy.

Lingchuan didn't pay any attention to it, turned around and picked up the stunned woman and Shiwen, "He can't beat you anymore in the future." Let's go, there's nothing left to be nostalgic about here. ”

If a man breaks his hands and feet, he may have to live by begging for the rest of his life.

The woman didn't recover a little, and she didn't know what to say for a while, and then she glanced at Shiwen's father who fell to the ground a few times, and then said, "Thank you...... Thank you ......."

Lingchuan took Shiwen and her mother, returned to Yinghua City, first found a pharmacy, refined two healing pills, and sold them for a good price.

If you have a skill, you can survive no matter where you go.

Then, he bought a small mansion for the two of them, and left the remaining Yuanshi to them. With these, it is enough for their mother and son to spend the second half of their lives.

By the time we settled in, it was already afternoon.

"Big Brother Ye Tian, I have nothing to thank you for, only, this...... This was given to me by my mother when I was a child, and his name is Xiao Wu. ”

Shiwen said, took out a palm-sized wooden doll, and looked like a little monkey.

"Since it was given by your mother, you should keep it well and not give it to others. Lingchuan touched her head.

"Yes...... But that's all I have. ”

"So, you should keep it for yourself. In him, there will be a lot of memories......"

Lingchuan walked out of the room and waved goodbye to their mother and son.

Just after walking a few steps, Shiwenyou ran and chased after him and hugged him.

"Big brother, can we meet again?"

"I'll come to see you next time I go out of the mountain. ”

"Uh-huh!" Shiwen nodded heavily.

At this time, Lingchuan noticed that Shiwen had quietly opened his package and stuffed the puppet inside.

This time, Lingchuan didn't refuse again, but just smiled with relief......