Gathering his thoughts, Wen Xin inserted the Changhong Sword in his hand on the ground, turned around, walked a few steps quickly, picked up Wen Cai, and trotted into the house.
Bei Ming was looking at Wen Xin's back, intending to ask, but he still didn't say anything. He turned to look at Wentian, "When did Wen Xin acquire such a powerful martial arts?"
Seeing that Bei Ming was asking, Wentian shook his head and said with a strange expression: "Please forgive me, Master, actually I don't know when he learned Wenxin. To be honest with Master, since the big quarrel more than two months ago,
, I don’t know what he was doing during this time.”
Is this so...
Bei Mingzheng couldn't help stroking his beard. Judging from his many years of experience, Wenxin's cultivation and martial arts training were not inferior to those of Tianwai Xiaoyao. The two brothers Wentian and Wenxin seemed to be very human!
Bei Mingzheng was thinking to himself that he treated Wentian differently not only because Wentian himself was extremely talented, but also because of the criticism given to him by his friend Gui Guzi twenty years ago, saying that if he was destined to commit evil, he must have an evil spirit.
It can only be resolved with the help of a person with the word "天" in his name. When he was young, Bei Mingzheng naturally did not believe in evil. However, when it happened to his brothers, wives and daughters, he had no choice but to believe it, so he shrunk and established the Beiming family in the north.
From the first time he saw Wentian, Bei Mingzheng had a feeling that Wentian was the one who could help him break through his fate.
"This behavior of the Fierce King of Hell is completely provoking our Beiming family, not to mention that he has captured Xue'er. Our Beiming family will definitely attack and eliminate this evil for the martial arts world!"
Bei Mingzheng shouted sternly, and the other people in the villa who already respected him, after experiencing this attack, hated the fierce king of hell to the core, so naturally they would not object.
"Uncle, our Xicheng family is also willing to contribute to annihilating the vicious King of Hell and rescuing Miss Xue."
Xicheng Hideki walked to Beiming Zheng, cupped his hands and said.
"Okay, my dear nephew, you can recover from your injuries first and then set off after I make arrangements."
Beimingzheng nodded, and after arranging Xicheng Xiushu, he motioned to Wentian to follow him. Wentian glanced at the other side of the room, thinking that Wenxin was there, and although he was worried about Wencai's injury, he still followed Beimingzheng.
Behind his back, he knew that this was his opportunity,
In fact, what Wen Xin is thinking about is not what he hopes for day and night, but this world is very realistic. Without absolute strength, he can only bow his head obediently and cannot do anything. Once he has illusions, it will only make this chaotic world.
Just a few more despicable lives.
That night, grandpa's words often rang in Wentian's heart.
"Live well, don't think about revenge, and take good care of your brothers and sisters."
Wen Tian knows that grandpa is doing their best. How can three unrecognized young children be the opponents of a prosperous family? Once the news leaks out, they will face only death!
Beiming Lei on the side couldn't help but clenched his fists when he saw this. He knew that his father took Wentian away to pass on the family's Tianwaixiaoyao sect to him, which couldn't help but make him furious. In his opinion, Wentian had no idea.
He was just a cook in his family. How could he practice his family's unique skills? However, even though he argued with his father several times, he could not change his father's mind.
On the other side, after carrying Wencai back to the room, he looked nervously at the third uncle who was checking Wencai's pulse. Seeing that the third uncle put down his hand and covered Wencai with the quilt, he hurriedly asked: "Third Uncle
, asked how the food was going?"
The third uncle also felt very uncomfortable. After all, he had watched the three brothers and sisters of Wentian grow up. Now that Wencai was in trouble, how could he feel better?
"It's difficult. Wencai was already weak, and he was injured again this time. At this moment, his body and lungs are already exhausted. If he hadn't been nourished with true energy, I'm afraid the situation would have continued to worsen!"
"Uncle Third, is there any other way?"
Seeing Uncle San like this, Wen Xin felt very painful, but still asked with a glimmer of hope.
The third uncle shook his head and said: "There is no cure for this situation. Unless we find the legendary divine weapon - Shennong Chi, Wencai can be saved. However, Shennong Ruler has disappeared for a long time, and no one knows where this divine weapon is now."
Place!"
The third uncle whose words were full of sighs did not realize that Wen Xin, who was originally feeling guilty for not choosing another Rain Flower Sword, had a glimmer of light in his eyes at this moment.
After learning from his third uncle and repeatedly confirming the origin of Shennong Ruler and its various miraculous effects, Wenxin asked his third uncle a question.
"Third Uncle, do you think the Shennong Ruler is a sword?"
this......
The third uncle was confused by the question. No one had ever thought of it this way. However, Shennong's ruler was not a sword, and there were always people who used it as a weapon.
Seeing her third uncle's silence for a long time, Wenxin already had the answer in her heart. Looking at her sister lying on the bed, Wenxin swore secretly in her heart: "Don't worry, Wencai, my brother will definitely cure you, and that fierce King of Hell, my brother will definitely cure you."
Revenge for you!"
Feeling the vibration of the Changhong Sword outside, Wenxin stood up and gently tidied the bedding that Wencai was covering, and then walked out of the house.
As soon as he went out, he saw Ximen Hideki lying on the ground in a daze. He immediately sneered and stretched out his hand. The Changhong Sword buzzed, flew up from the ground, and fell into Wen Xin's hand.
Xicheng Hideki's eyes lit up, and he immediately stood up and exclaimed in amazement: "This sword is so spiritual. I'm afraid it is not inferior to the divine weapons, but I have never heard of such divine weapons!"
As he spoke, Xicheng Xiushu looked at Wenxin's eyes and couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed, "I...I'm just...a little curious..."
"I'm not coveting your sword. It's just that except for my family's Taixu, I have never seen anything like this... It was a bit beyond my reach for a while..."
Seeing Xicheng Hideki's behavior, Wenxin didn't pay too much attention to it. After all, he was someone he had known since childhood. Although he often had conflicts with Wentian, he had no conflicts with himself.
He immediately turned around and walked into the house again, closing the door tightly.
Xicheng Xiushu could only smile sarcastically when he saw this, and went to recuperate under the leadership of the servants of Beiming Villa.
Three days later, in the square of Beiming Villa, Beiming was standing on a high platform facing a group of people below, waiting for instructions.
The leaders were none other than Wentian, Xicheng Hideki and Beiming Lei.
Wentian was seen wearing a military uniform and carrying the Bodhi Ring sword he had obtained from his third uncle a few days ago. He looked like a young hero, completely different from the previous Wentian, the cook of the Beiming family.
Wen Xin was leaning on his side alone and did not join their swearing-in ceremony. He was dressed in white attire, with an orange belt around his waist and a Changhong Sword slung behind his back, causing people around him to look at him from time to time.
Bei Mingzheng never cared about this. In his opinion, these were trivial matters.
"Everyone, it's up to you whether you can rescue my little girl and eliminate harm in the martial arts world. I'm here waiting for you to come back!"
"We will definitely live up to the owner's expectations!"
The crowd shouted, and Wentian among them was particularly excited.
In the past few days, he had been taught by Bei Mingzheng his family's secret art, Tianwai Xiaoyao Chapter. He, who was already extremely talented, had already practiced it to a small degree, and he was even more confident about this action.
After the swearing-in, everyone went straight to the lair of the Fierce King of Hell and left the Senluo Realm...