The child's plea was too urgent, it was not as urgent as asking for help from a teacher, but rather asking for help.
Uncle Wu's expression was gloomy and he remained silent.
"You have to think clearly, if you enter my sect, then the child's future life and death will have nothing to do with the Wu family."
Old Uncle Wu moved his lips, but in the end he didn't say anything, but just nodded.
Li Fulin asked again: "Can the parents of this child agree?"
Only if the grandfather agrees, I agree, if the parents who know me don't agree, then it won't work.
This time it was Old Uncle Wu's grandson who was speaking. He raised his head and said loudly, "My mother died a long time ago, and the stepmother said the day before yesterday that she would send me away."
oh…
In this way, everyone will understand.
A child without a mother is like a grass root. With a stepmother, of course there will be a stepfather.
Having said everything, Old Man Wu has no way to hide his family's ugliness.
"I'm old too, and I can't be the master of my son. Now I'm still alive and can take care of him. When I'm gone..."
The child was also very stubborn, and said to his grandfather: "Don't be sad, old man. When I learn the skills, I can go anywhere in the world and live a better life than others."
In the end, Li Fulin took both of these two children.
The one from the Wu family is fine, but the other child of the Wu family's relatives, surnamed Bao, is too young, so he has to find another person to take care of him, not to mention sharing his master's worries.
"What's their name?"
The one from the Wu family said: "My name is Wu Yaozu." After a pause, he continued: "The Wu family doesn't expect me to honor my ancestors anymore, so please give me a name, Master."
Li Fulin glanced at him.
A name is just a symbol, and it really doesn't matter what it's called. Li Fulin doesn't value this, but he knows that many people do. There are many people who are not successful in the arts, so they are in a hurry to get their own name, and the ones they start are more prestigious than the other. For example, Li Fulin knew a face... a very ordinary female cultivator gave herself the nickname Sai Tianxian.
"Can you read?"
The child nodded first and then shook his head. This time his voice was not so loud, and he said weakly, "I don't know much. I learned it when I was young, but I don't remember much now."
"En." Li Fulin took out a book: "This is "Shuowen", you can find a favorite character for yourself as a name."
When the child wanted to reach out, he quickly retracted his hand and rubbed his body a few times before taking the book.
Li Fulin asked the younger child next to him.
The kid was small and thin, but he said he was eight years old.
This really doesn't look like an eight-year-old.
Xiaodong was also relatively thin when he went up the mountain, but at least he was not as outrageous as this child.
He still stuttered a bit.
Wu Yaozu explained the reason for him: "Sometimes he only has one meal a day, either leftover or cold..."
This child and he are considered to have the same disease in the Wu family.
"Is this the only food that the Wu family lacks?" Jiang Fan couldn't help but said, "Just a child so hungry?"
Looking at the clothes on the old man's body and the expression on his face, he doesn't look like his family is in a difficult situation. The family must be very rich. As for the lack of this child's food? They can make a fortune by saving this mouthful of food
But looking at the treatment of the Wu family's relatives and grandchildren being kicked out of the house, it would be kind enough for their relatives' children not to starve to death.
Jiang Fan looked at the elder brother.
Master left these two children, probably out of compassion again.
From Master's perspective, can you still fail to see the situation of these two children
In Huiliu Mountain, no one beat them, scolded them or treated them harshly, and they could still eat and wear warm clothes if they wanted to. Anyway, the master only said to accept people, but he didn't say that he wanted to accept disciples. In the future, when they grow up, they really don't have the talent to cultivate the Tao, so let's send them down the mountain, and they will be able to support themselves by then.
Wu Yaozu really didn't know many characters, even if he was given a book, he couldn't find it. Finally, he said that his mother's surname was Qi, and his name was Wu Qi.
The other younger child, whose surname was Zhao, was the grandson of Uncle Wu's married sister's family. He was the only one left because the family died in the disaster. The child stuttered and was a little afraid of people, but he boldly said that he still wanted to use the name his parents had given him.
"Okay, it's up to you."
So they stayed. Jiang Fan led Wu Qi and Zhao Boyuan first, and found some old clothes for the two children to change into first. As soon as he took off his clothes, Jiang Fan couldn't help but want to curse. Both children had injuries, old and new.
"What kind of family is this Wu family? How can Master associate with such a person!"
One of them changed into thick clothes and arranged for food. As a result, the two children worked very quickly, which saved Jiang Fan a lot of trouble.
But on the one hand, he was relieved that the two children seemed to have no one to take care of them, and on the other hand, he became angry.
No one is born to be able to work. Looking at the quickness of these two children, one knows that they must have been used every day in the past. At first they were a little timid when they started eating, as if they were afraid that someone would give them a cold shoulder, but later they found that the seniors were kind and courageous, and they ate like voracious eaters, and they seemed to be more edible than adults.
Jiang Fan quickly persuaded: "Don't eat too much." People who are often hungry will easily fall ill if they overeat all of a sudden.
He'd better go to the Senior Brother's to get some medicine for digestion, but he doesn't know if there is such a medicine senior brother.
After eating, the two children rushed to clean up and work again.
They don't have a teacher now, and they are not even considered as outer disciples. They are actually similar to the children and handymen used on the mountain in the past.
But there is actually nothing for them to do here, Jiang Fan rummaged through the things he brought with him all night, and finally found two jackets that seemed to fit well for them to wear first.
He found some old clothes, but Jiang Fan's movements slowly stopped, and he sat down on the side of the couch.
When they went down the mountain, Jiang Fan stuffed everything into the bag, anyway, the bag could hold it, a whole room could fit in it.
I didn't pay attention to it when I was fashioning it, but now I found out that there are two exquisite old clothes and other items in the luggage. The two of them grew up together when they were young, and they had more contacts than others. He also kept things with Linglong, and it was not surprising that Linglong's things were kept with her.
The clothes were old clothes, they didn't fit long ago, the people who worked on the mountain took them to starch and washed them, and put them away with Jiang Fan.
The thing was left by Linglong herself, because it was a small thing, she didn't think she would need it, and Jiang Fan didn't think about returning it, but he didn't throw it away either.
An old faded headband, and a bracelet with a battered horn.
Linglong doesn't like these things, she finds them clinking and trivial and disturbing, and some of them are thrown away casually.
Jiang Fan lost his mind for a while, and put the bracelet back on.
Maybe they will meet again one day in the future, and then he will return these things to her.
When Linglong first ran away, everyone was worried about her safety. After all, her injuries were not healed, not to mention Zhai Wenhui, and even some juniors murmured whether she would be dead.
Jiang Fan understands Linglong's temperament better than anyone else.
She will never commit suicide.
Even if she was going to die, she would definitely avenge this time with her own hands, even if she died with her enemy. She would never do anything like suicide.
So Jiang Fan is not worried about her injuries now, she took her bag with her when she left, and it contained a lot of pills and the like, external injuries are easy to treat, and internal injuries are not a problem for a while.
Now Jiang Fan is a little worried that she has gone astray.
She will surely have revenge. But now that her meridians are severely damaged, there is little hope of revenge by relying on her own ability. The words written in the letter she left when she left are shocking to think about every word now. "I don't want to be a wicked disciple..." "I'm afraid of embarrassing my master..." These words, in retrospect, are all ominous signs.
She wouldn't have made up her mind at that time, could she? No matter what method she uses or what kind of person she becomes, she will avenge her...
Jiang Fan had no doubts that Linglong could do it.
If she really went astray, what should she do? Persuade her to turn back? That also has to be persuaded.
If she really did evil things and killed innocent people, what should she do? Could it be that, like those legends and stories, did he really swear against her and kill relatives righteously
Jiang Fan has been very disciplined since he was a child, and he also attaches great importance to the distinction between good and evil.
Can…
The more he thought about it, the more confused he became, so he quickly made himself busy so that he could forget about it.
The sky is freezing cold, and the coldest season in Beifu City has arrived.
With so many things happening one after another, even in Beifu City, there is no New Year atmosphere. The Huiliu Mountain Sect had an extremely bad year as well. Seeing the end of the year approaching, no matter what, a year has passed, good or bad, and next year will be a new year.
The courtyard and the house should be cleaned well. Although it is not as lively as ordinary people's New Year's Eve, the ashes should be swept away, and some red paper should be pasted up. Although there are many fewer people this year, two new children have been added. Xiaodong also said with a smile, now he is not the youngest in the sect.
Both Wu Qi and Zhao Boyuan have experienced hardships, and they were particularly vigilant in the first two days, but after a few days, they found that the master is a kind person, and the brothers will not bully them, and they can eat enough every day and dress well. Warm, sleep well, and a kind brother Jiang and a little brother Yun took time to teach them how to read a few words.
After these days, they gradually let go of their courage and dared to talk and laugh. Even Zhao Boyuan's stuttering didn't seem to be that serious.
Xiaodong took a pen and taught Wu and Zhao to write, of course starting from the simple ones. These two children are very smart, and they can learn quickly, but knowing how to recognize does not mean being able to write.
Xiaodong used to be like this, but he often writes with his elder brother, so he has improved a lot, and now he can teach others.
Thinking of Senior Brother, Xiaodong paused the pen in his hand, staining the paper black.
The elder brother and master left before dawn.
Xiaodong only had time to pass the sword to the elder brother. (to be continued)