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Wei Ling, who was being held back, was a little confused, and he replied in doubt: "I, am I urinating?"

"Big fortune!"

Uncle Yao yelled at Da Cai angrily, and Da Cai whimpered and sat there looking at them.

Feeling something was wrong, Wei Ling quickly asked, "What's the matter, Uncle Yao?"

Uncle Yao stuffed the finished crutches into Wei Ling's hands and said angrily and amusedly: "It's true that it brought you to the toilet, but this toilet has a relatively large gap. If you go in, you might fall in. It's me. I didn't think carefully, I'll make you a pail tomorrow afternoon, so you don't have to use the toilet, lest you fall into the cesspit, I'm going to hate Uncle Yao!"

Wei Ling: ...

Fall into the cesspit?No no no, he doesn't want it!

Wei Ling quickly backed away with his crutches. He couldn't imagine what it would be like after he fell into the cesspit, and he couldn't accept it either!

Seeing his flustered appearance, Uncle Yao couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear. He stepped forward to support Wei Ling's hand, and led him to the side of the tree: "You can deal with it here. It's getting dark, I'll go to the kitchen to make some food." Let's go!"

Uncle Yao left. Wei Ling blushed. He reached out and touched the tree in front of him. He picked up his clothes and unbuttoned his trousers in embarrassment, and poured water at the foot of the tree.

He is a little embarrassed and embarrassed, he can't do anything now, let alone cooking and washing, he can't even do eating, going to the bathroom, or even changing clothes by himself. How will Uncle Fu cook and wash in the future?

However, he is a half-experienced blind man, and he may not be able to adapt to the current life. Anyway, his eyesight will not recover, and he will definitely get used to it in the future. As long as he gets used to it, doing work and dressing will not be a problem.

After putting water under the tree, he put away his thoughts, lifted his pants and put away his clothes, touched the crutch beside the tree, tapped it in his hand, and walked towards the house in his memory.But he couldn't find the house after walking for a long time, and he was sweating profusely when he left.

It wasn't until Da Cai ran over and dragged him in the opposite direction with the hem of his clothes in his mouth that he knew he was going in the wrong direction.

The stick he beat in a hurry went back with Da Cai, walked to the yard and Uncle Yao came out, and he said with a smile: "It's settled? Sit down quickly, and wait for the meal to be fine!"

Uncle Yao helped him into the kitchen and asked him to wait on the table beside him. He continued to stir fry in the pot, and after a while Wei Ling smelled a familiar aroma.

He asked in surprise, "Uncle Yao, what are you doing?"

"Shaobing!"

Uncle Yao replied, but his hands were busy all the time, flipping the biscuits all the time: "Why, don't you like it?"

"No, I like it!" Wei Ling sniffed hard, he likes it, he likes biscuits the most.It was crunchy in the mouth, but the center was filled with sweet minced meat, which he didn't like very much.

"nice! You love it!"

Uncle Yao was very good at cooking. The sesame seed cakes he made were crispy and sour. The greedy Wei Ling ate five of them in one go, and finally sat there drinking water while rubbing his stomach.

He smiled contentedly, he hadn't lived such a relaxed life for a long time, he was very happy, but he didn't know what happened to Mo Yi!

Happiness is because of the momentary impulse to forget the sadness, after being happy, all the worries and all the sorrows will come back.He was thinking about Mo Yi, that Mo Yi who gave up his name just to follow him and pay for him, judging from Uncle Yao's words, he must have been injured, and it was still seriously injured, otherwise he would not have abandoned himself.

I don't know whether he escaped successfully, or was arrested by Gu Qingyu: "Oh!"

When Uncle Yao heard him sigh, he turned his head curiously: "What's the matter, didn't you just smile happily just now, why did you suddenly sigh again?"

"I'm wondering if the ghost-faced man you saw is still alive."

"Hmph, he left you and ran away, so what do you care about him?"

Hearing Uncle Yao's tone seemed a little unhappy, Wei Ling knew he had misunderstood, so he said with a smile: "He didn't leave me and run away, but to save me!"

"He is the last person in this world who will not leave me and run away, so everything he does has a reason!"

"is it?"

Uncle Yao's tone relaxed, but his fists under his sleeves tightened more and more, he opened his mouth but spit out a brisk tone, he said: "I blamed him wrongly? But is he really trustworthy?"

"Of course!" Wei Ling thought of Mo Yi's persistent loyalty, moved and helpless: "The only person in this world I can trust is probably only him! I hope he escapes and lives well, and never comes to me again Already!"

Uncle Yao was a little unhappy after hearing this, and said angrily, "What about me?"

Of course Wei Ling knew that he was unhappy, so he naturally had ways to coax others. He smiled sweetly and said coquettishly: "Uncle Yao, you are different. You are an undisputed expert, why don't you Can be compared with ordinary people outside!"

Uncle Yao really laughed, and said "glib!" and went to clean up the dishes by himself.

The following days Wei Ling passed smoothly.It stands to reason that he, a half-way blind man, should be extremely uncomfortable with the dark life, but he adapts very quickly.

The reason, of course, is Uncle Yao!

Wei Ling didn't know why, but Uncle Yao treated him very well, even better than his own father, and treated him in every possible way.Uncle Yao took care of him getting dressed, taking a bath, going to the bathroom and eating.

Uncle Yao took him to adapt to the dark life, took him to beat around with a stick to familiarize himself with the terrain, taught him how to dress and eat alone, taught him how to walk without falling, and taught him how to survive in the mountains.

Gradually, Wei Ling fully adapted to the dark life. He felt that he could work to repay Uncle Yao, but he didn't know that Uncle Yao didn't let him do any work. Uncle Yao did all the laundry, cooking, and dishes all by himself.

Wei Ling was really sorry, and planned to secretly help Uncle Yao wash his clothes after he went out to collect medicine.

He fumbled around in Uncle Yao's room, only to find a coat hanging on the hanger in front of his bed, and he couldn't tell whether he had worn it or not.He couldn't see it, so he could only take it under his nose and smell it: "It doesn't smell, have you worn it?"

He racked his brains to think whether it was worn or not, and whether it would be a waste of help if he washed it, and he never thought that all he did would be seen by the people sitting in the room drinking tea leisurely.

It was a young man, holding a teacup, his eyes full of joking smiles, just quietly watching Wei Ling groping around his room, and even smelling his——clothes!

Seeing Wei Ling touching, smelling and messing around for a long time, it seemed that he had made up his mind to help him wash his clothes, and was already planning to walk out the door with the clothes in his arms.Only then did the man put down his teacup and got up, walked quietly to the door, and said in that hoarse old voice: "What are you doing holding my clothes?"

Wei Ling was taken aback. Why did he come back so soon? He just decided to do the laundry. Besides, why is Uncle Yao walking so silently? When did he come back?Just now I smelled his clothes, so I won't be seen as a fool, right? "No, no, I just feel that I can't eat and drink for free here, so I plan to help Uncle Yao do his laundry..."

Uncle Yao snatched the clothes from him, smiled and led him into the room to sit down: "No, I'll wash it myself."

Wei Ling blushed in embarrassment. He was very uncomfortable sitting there. After thinking for a long time, he didn't know what to say, so he asked, "Uncle Yao, why did you come back so soon today?"

Uncle Yao put away his clothes and sat down, his handsome face was full of smiles, and he lied in a voice that didn't match his age, "I met a few ascetics who went up the mountain while walking, and they came back!"

"Cultivator?" Wei Ling became nervous when he heard that, thinking of the past and his blood, his face turned pale instantly, afraid that someone would come up and press him to let the blood out.

"Then, did they find you?"

Uncle Yao was very satisfied with Wei Ling's reaction. He was all smiles, but what he said was extremely worried. He comforted him softly: "Don't be afraid, they didn't see me, but they seem to have come into the mountains to find something. Is it related to you?"

"No!" Wei Ling replied subconsciously, trembling with fright, and quickly reached out to touch Uncle Yao, grabbed some arms and knelt down and begged: "Uncle Yao, don't let them find me, okay, I, I... ..."

Uncle Yao quickly helped him up and asked, "Why are you still kneeling? Get up quickly! Don't worry, I won't tell others. Although I don't know what relationship you have with them, I secretly followed them for a while and listened to it." Some news may be related to you, do you want to hear it?"

Wei Ling was a little scared, he didn't want to know the news from the outside world, but he was worried about Mo Yi, afraid of missing Mo Yi's news, so he bit the bullet and asked, "What, what news?"

Uncle Yao sighed, although he sighed, but the smile on his face was no less, and he slowly told the news he knew: "It is said that a man named Mo Yi was arrested by Gu Qingyu and Gu Shaoxia, and hung in the nine It has been seven days since the entrance of the Xuan Palace, and he was hanged alive, and even let out the word that if Mo Qingming doesn't go back, Mo Yi's meat will be cut off piece by piece and roasted to be fed to the dogs!"

Wei Ling trembled all over after hearing this, but his eyes could no longer shed tears, and even blood and tears could not flow out of his eyes after healed.He fell to the ground in pain, endured the sourness in his nose, and wailed: "How could he do this!"

Mo Yi is dead!Still such an extremely insulting way to die!

If he didn't show up, Mo Yi wouldn't even be able to keep his whole body!

Why, why?Gu Qingyu, why on earth are you refusing to let me go?

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah……"

Wei Ling held his head and screamed in pain: "Mo Yi Mo Yi..."

Uncle Yao sat next to him, watched Wei Ling sitting on the ground crying, and took a sip of tea silently before reaching out to help him.

Jiuxuan Palace

Wen Shaoqiu knelt wearily in the room where Wei Ling lived. His body was covered with bruises, and his knees were full of broken porcelain pieces. He was crying softly, and his mouth was full of words: "I don't know, I really don't know... ..."

Gu Qingyu looked at the young man who had almost collapsed, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and he pointed his sword at the young man's neck and asked, "Say, who is he? Who told you about Shandong? And who ordered you to lie? Attract us so that Mo Qingming can be rescued?"

The boy cried with tears all over his face: "I don't know..."