That day when Wei Xi came back from the Lai Lai Pavilion, she still couldn't figure it out. She clutched the scroll of magical artifacts and the three spiritual stones that Master Han Xian gave her and participated in the evening observation activities in a daze.
Wei Xi stuffed the baggage with dry food and clothes and hid it in the cabinet. Fortunately, the winter in northern Xinjiang was cold, otherwise it would attract rats, so she didn't want to touch the baggage yet.
Weighing the roll of cowhide in her hand, Wei Xi was not sure whether she should do what Han Xianshi said, but there was a faint desire taking root in her heart.
But this desire was quickly put into the cold palace because the next day Senior Sister Xie gave Wei Xi a heavier task. She cruelly announced that Wei Xi's number of copybooks would be doubled every day, and she also had to correct her own test papers.
Wei Xi really didn't want to work anymore. She wanted to go home and raise cows. She cut the grass very quickly. Although her cows had been sold to treat her father's legs, she couldn't take the sect's cows with her. After all, Even if Zhao shouted loudly, the cow would not agree to it.
When she was sent to Qingcheng, she had to learn to read and write and do her homework. She meditated in the back mountain every day and her butt hurt. The only fun thing about her white eyes was Master Han who told her a lot of nonsense and prevented her from going home. The more Wei Xi thought about it, the more angry she became. .
But she had to admit that Master Han Xian was right, it was difficult for her to get home all by herself.
Therefore, in order to save his life, Wei Xi could only find a way to complete the homework assigned by Senior Sister Xie.
It is known that Wei Xi's handwriting is so bad that no one can write for her - the others here refer to Qin Feng and Zhao Dazui, who has an old hen feeling towards these six children.
He also knew that if Wei Xi wanted to use the magic weapon, he would have to write words that people could understand.
But Wei Xi had to complete the copybook homework by himself.
Then the answer was in front of her, and Wei Xi could find a way to take advantage of the loopholes in the revised test paper. She focused on her only friend Qin Feng.
Qin Feng, a disciple of the Xian Huai Xin sect, was extremely talented but was trapped in the Qingcheng sect.
But Qin Feng met Master Han Xian. The high-spirited Qin Feng not only studied Qi training methods crazily, but also reached a new height in theoretical classes.
Wei Xi bets that Qin Feng will be ranked first in this monthly exam, and Qian Liangfeng will be ranked second.
Although Qin Feng and Wei Xi didn't know each other, she was always very similar to Wei Xi who was sneaky in her childhood in her studies.
Wei Xi was used to being sneaky and didn't think there was anything strange about Qin Feng always doing homework behind someone else's back. She only knew that Qin Feng, the Examiner King, had the test paper she coveted that was sure to get perfect marks.
If you get Qin Feng's test paper, Wei Xi's test paper revision will be like a bastard in a small vat - you can catch it at your fingertips.
Wei Xi is a hard-working person. She waited for Qin Feng, who had given her extra training, to come back that night and served tea and water, very attentively.
Qin Feng's eyelashes were still covered with snow. Maybe her head was frozen and she didn't notice Wei Xi's abnormality.
Wei Xi looked at Qin Feng pitifully, "No, were you bullied by someone? Hu Lai or someone else?"
Wei Xi shook her head. She took out her test paper, pointed at the scarlet score on it, rolled her eyes, and made a gesture of writing.
"You mean Master Han asked you to correct the paper?" Qin Feng asked. Wei Xi nodded, then she pointed at Qin Feng and looked at her expectantly.
Qin Feng's face became very strange. She pulled out her feet from the basin and ran out without even bothering to wipe her feet. She said, "I want to go out to practice swordplay."
Wei Xi couldn't figure it out. She tossed and turned all night and couldn't sleep. She was wondering about Qin Feng's attitude and worrying about her homework.
Qin Feng didn't come back that night. When they arrived at Wen Dao Hall, both Wei Xi and Qin Feng had dark circles under their eyes. Wei Xi had a dark face, Qin Feng also had a bad face, and they were far away from each other.
Wei Xi handed the copybook to Senior Sister Xie. Senior Sister Xie looked at it and circled a few words for her.
"Your writing of these words is a little better than before. I will give you some copybooks today. You can practice hard and hand them in tomorrow."
After Senior Sister Xie finished speaking, she took out another typed copybook. When Wei Xi saw that the copybook was thicker than yesterday, his eyesight went dark.
Wei Xi returned to the dormitory holding the copybook. Qin Feng hadn't come back yet. She was still practicing sword practice outside. Wei Xi threw the copybook on the Kang table, folded her hands and began to chew her fingernails.
The scroll of magic weapon handed to her by Master Han Xian was put in the cabinet by Wei XZ. Her eyes wandered around and always returned to the cabinet. Wei Xi needed help. She slept through a month of theory classes and couldn't recognize a few words. If she wanted to use the magic weapon to communicate with people, she had to master these things as soon as possible.
Wei Xi decided to find Qin Feng, she was Wei Xi's only friend.
What followed was a very confusing day for Wei Xi. Qin Feng almost didn't return to the dormitory. If Wei Xi hadn't seen Qin Feng in the Wen Dao Hall, she would have run to Zhao Dazui to say that Qin Feng was missing.
The next day, confusion was replaced by gloom, and Wei Xi's face looked as gloomy as it had in Tianshui Village.
Qian Liangfeng was originally timid, but Wei Xi's appearance now frightened him so much that he shivered and huddled up, trying to stay away from the gloomy little mute while listening to the lecture.
Wei Xi observed Qin Feng gloomily for two days, while Qin Feng continued to dodge.
But it seems that God doesn't want them to part ways.
Wei Xi got out of bed, lit the oil lamp, and put on clothes one by one.
At this time, she discovered that Qin Feng, who was supposed to be walking in the snow outside, was still in the house.
Wei Xi rubbed his eyes. Qin Feng was indeed lying on the bed with his eyes closed tightly and his forehead was covered with sweat.
Reaching out to touch Qin Feng's forehead, Wei Xi found that it was hot, and it seemed that he had a fever.
Wei Xi stared at Qin Feng for a while, then continued to clean herself up. Just when she was about to get off the bed, she saw her leather boots on the ground, which were given to her by Qin Feng. Wei Xi gritted her teeth and made up her mind. .
Just think of it as repaying Qin Feng. It's her business to dislike her, and she doesn't want to owe anyone a favor.
But Qin Feng was trapped in a dream, running barefoot in the forest.
Suddenly she stopped and held out her hands, but they were empty.
Where have my brother and mother gone? Qin Feng started to run back. She thought that her brother and mother must be tired and resting behind.
Qin Liu! mother! Qin Feng shouted loudly, but no one responded to her. While running, she tripped over a root in the fallen leaves and rolled down the hillside.
She got up, and when she wiped her face, she found that her hands were covered with blood and ash. She looked at her hands in horror, and then started running in the mist, her calls echoing in the dense forest.
Wei Xi, who was watching Qin Feng take a nap, was awakened by Qin Feng's sleep talking.
Wei Xi rubbed her hands and gave Qin Feng a cold towel. Her ears were very good, and when she heard Qin Feng talking nonsense in pain, she thought at first that Qin Feng was homesick, but Qin Feng showed no sign of waking up.
Wei Xi ran to find Senior Sister Xie. When Xie Yingying saw Wei Xi coming over to show off, her delicate eyebrows were almost tied into a tight knot.
"Stop! Wei Xi, stop! I don't understand what you are trying to do!"
Xie Yingying pushed the pen and paper to Wei Xi, who picked up the brush and started writing. Her handwriting was ugly, and she didn't recognize many words, so Xie Yingying read it carefully five or six times before she could understand it.
"Qin Feng is on the kang, not awake, the fire is burning."
Wei Xi gestured anxiously again, but Xie Yingying held her hand down, "Stop gesticulating. You want to say Qin Feng has a fever and won't wake up, right?"
