Chapter 16

The sixth floor of the library is not low at all.

Mingqiao is not in good physical condition and it takes him a long time to climb to the sixth floor.

"Shushu, will mother be tired from climbing the stairs?"

Ming Qiao didn't know the book spirit's name, so he gave it a nickname, Shushu.

Shushu didn't respond to him.

Ming Qiao sat down on the steps to take a break. He wiped the sweat off his face with his chubby hands, his face was red from fatigue, and his breathing was a little rapid.

"It's so tiring if mom climbs the stairs."

The kid, who was already very tired, didn't feel sorry for himself, but instead felt sorry for his mother.

A book was thrown in front of him.

He picked it up and looked at it curiously.

There are a lot of words in the book, but fortunately, in addition to the words, there are also some illustrations.

This is a book of miscellaneous talks about the Lintian Sect. Ming Qiao, who doesn't know many words, can barely understand some of it by looking at the paintings.

After reading for a while, Ming Qiao closed the book and a look of relief appeared on his face.

"That's great, mother isn't tired."

Mother knows magic, so she doesn’t have to climb stairs like him!

Knowing that his mother would not be tired, Mingqiao was happy to climb the stairs again.

After climbing to the sixth floor, Ming Qiao poked the barrier of the stairs leading to the seventh floor. Instead of asking Shushu to open it, he took out a small blanket from the storage ring.

"Shushu, I'm going to sleep here today."

The adults in the villa did not force them to go back to their rooms to sleep. As long as the bracelets given to them by the villa were still there, they could move freely.

On Mingqiao’s left hand was a wooden bracelet given by Bieyuan.

The wooden bracelets can monitor their safety and will emit light if their lives are threatened.

The guards of the villa will immediately locate the location of the bracelet.

After spreading the small blanket, Ming Qiao sat on it with his legs crossed and ate two pieces of cake provided by the Bieyuan cafeteria.

The meat pie was served with medicine, and at the end, he had a bowl of medicine that the aunt in the cafeteria had made for him using his herbs.

It didn’t taste good, but Ming Qiao ate it all.

"Shushu, look at my belly!"

Ming Qiao looked at his round belly and smiled. He stretched out his little hand and patted it, chuckling, "It can make a sound."

Mingqiao and his father often play the belly-patting game.

Now that his father is not around, Mingqiao can have fun for a while by patting his belly.

When he was tired of playing by himself, he lay down, supported his chin with his hand, and started reading the literacy book he had borrowed that day.

"Qing, Heng."

He is recognizing his mother's name.

Ming Qiao repeated his mother's name over and over again, and the more he repeated it, the more beautiful it sounded.

As he was reciting, he raised his head and looked upstairs.

"Mom, Qiao Qiao is a little closer to you."

Sleeping downstairs from his mother, Mingqiao felt extremely happy.

He didn't need anyone to tell him stories that night. He wrapped himself in a small blanket and slept all night in the dark stairwell.

He fell asleep downstairs. Qingheng, who was meditating with his eyes closed behind a desk upstairs, suddenly frowned slightly.

The book's faint mumbling could be heard again at the door.

Qingheng started hearing it a few days ago.

"My Lord, someone called you mother."

"My Lord, your baby is as beautiful as you."

"My Lord, the baby is here to complain."

"My Lord, the baby is so cute. I'll let him go to the sixth floor."

"My Lord, the baby is asleep. He is so small. Will he catch a cold?"

Qingheng pretended not to hear the book spirit's mumbling.

He closed his eyes tightly and concentrated on meditation.

What baby, what mother, it has nothing to do with him.

Less than half an hour into meditation, Qingheng's handsome face suddenly turned pale, and the next second, he suddenly opened his eyes.

It happens again.

Whether he was in seclusion or following the master's instructions, his condition never improved.

If he continues like this, his cultivation will probably stagnate sooner or later.

Qingheng was thinking about his own cultivation problems. He slowly steadied his breathing and tried to enter a state of meditation again.

Several times in a row.

Qingheng was unable to enter the best state of cultivation. Finally, he slowly opened his eyes, and there was no fluctuation in his cold eyes.

The book spirit still mutters from time to time.

It murmurs here and there, murmuring about a baby.

Qingheng frowned slightly at his muttering, and after a moment, he waved his hand -

A silence spell made the outside of the door quiet instantly.

The book spirit who was cursed to silence: "..."

Woo woo woo.

He wants to complain too. He wants to complain to the baby!

The library is quiet at night.

Mingqiao knew it was cold here, so he wrapped himself in a small blanket and wrapped himself like a caterpillar.

But even though he was wrapped so tightly, he was still cold in the second half of the night.

His little body was curled up, and his hands and feet were cold.

Just when he was about to wake up from the cold, the stairwell suddenly became warm. Not only the stairwell, but the entire library building, was warm as spring in an instant.

The overwhelming warmth enveloped Mingqiao's small body.

His little face, which had turned pale from the cold, became rosy again, and his curled up hands and feet were unconsciously spread out.

The blanket was kicked away by the little feet, and soon, it was covered again by the book spirit who came secretly to see the baby.

The book spirit didn't dare to reveal his appearance in the darkness.

He felt that he looked a little weird and would scare the obedient and soft baby in front of him.

"Your mother still hasn't come to hug you."

"But he kept you warm."

Although the book spirit cannot speak, he can still continue to gossip in his heart.

Tonight, with the warmth on this floor, the baby in the blanket can probably have a good sleep.

The next day.

When Mingqiao woke up, her little face was still hot.

He rubbed his eyes and felt that he had slept very well!

"Shushu, I dreamed about my mother!"

Ming Qiao had just woken up, and his little voice was still a little sticky. He couldn't wait to share with the book spirit: "My mother in the dream, so good!"

He dreamed that his mother was sitting next to him. Although she didn't say a word, he felt extremely satisfied.

Thinking back to his mother in the dream, Ming Qiao soon couldn't help but cover his chest.

No way.

Just thinking about it made him almost faint with joy!

Ming Qiao's little face filled with joy was clearly seen by the book spirit not far away.

The book spirit looked at him quietly.

After a long while, Ming Qiao calmed down. He hummed a wake-up song he made up, got up with a laugh, folded the blanket, drank water, and took pills.

After cleaning up the stairwell where he had slept, he stood up, greeted his mother upstairs, and also greeted Shushu.

"Mom, I want to go out and test the spiciness!"

"Shushu, I'm leaving now! See you in the evening."

After saying goodbye, Ming Qiao went downstairs in a happy mood.

The book spirit watched his small figure walking away, turned around, and flew back upstairs.

“Bang, bang, bang—”

It can't speak, but it can make other noises.

It floated to the window, stuck to it like a ghost, and slowly turned into a line of large, black and bold characters.

"Xianjun, do you want to see the baby?"

"The baby is sick."

The book spirit heard and saw the baby's coughing and the way he took medicine.

Although the building became warmer in the second half of yesterday night, the first half was cold!

The book spirit is a touch of essence derived from the vast ocean of books. It knows all the books, and naturally some of these books are medical books.

Medical books say that alternating between cold and hot weather is the easiest way to get sick.

The baby is already taking medicine, so this won’t make the condition any worse!

The book's bold and black characters, coupled with the medical and popular science books that were stuffed in, disturbed Qingheng, who had not been able to leave the building for many days, and he finally got up.

He glanced at the window calmly, and then disappeared on the spot.

The book spirit watched him disappear and hurriedly waved his newly created hand behind him.

"I have to go see the baby!!!"

It shouted silently, and after shouting, it looked at where Qingheng was.

After a brief hesitation, it chose -

Open all the barriers on the stairs!

Qingheng was aloof, but he had just attributed the baby's illness to Qingheng. So, based on Qingheng's sense of morality, he would definitely go and see the baby!

Qingheng went to see the baby, and Shujing felt that it was more likely that he was watching secretly.

In order to prevent the baby from missing Qingheng, the book spirit opened all the barriers on the stairs.

In the past, there was only one person who could make it open its barriers, Qing Heng.

Now, there is a baby!

At first, the book spirit paid more attention to this baby only because this baby was somewhat similar to Qingheng.

It kept paying attention like this, and in the end, it couldn't take its eyes off it at all!

Thinking of the scene of Qingheng and the baby meeting, Shu Jing happily nestled down on the book by the window, squinting his eyes to bask in the sun.

Outside.

The book spirit was not wrong in hearing this. Mingqiao's cough had indeed gotten a little worse.

After he had breakfast in the cafeteria, he took some extra herbs and asked his aunt to make some more medicine for him.

My aunt was a soft-hearted person. Seeing that such a young child was sick and uncomfortable, she not only helped to make medicine, but also gave him some candy she got from somewhere else.

"Poor little thing, you're still taking medicine, why do you have to stay here?"

His aunt felt sorry for him and wanted him to go home, where he would be taken care of by adults.

Mingqiao shook her little head and didn't reply.

After spending some time with his aunt in the cafeteria, Mingqiao went to take the test again.

By the afternoon.

The spiritual root tests, numbers and attributes of all the children were made public for the first time.

Among the top five, three have dual spiritual roots.

The second one is Du Sheng, who has extremely rare three spiritual roots.

Being able to detect the three spiritual roots, it can be said that no matter where you go, you will be an extremely eye-catching presence.

An inner disciple of a famous sect.

Du Sheng will be popular as can be seen with the naked eye.

Du Sheng should be satisfied with such a good result. If——

He didn't see the name after the first place.

Du Sheng stood on the bulletin board, looking at the first place and his name above him, and a deep chill appeared in his eyes.

Ranked first, five spiritual roots, Ming Qiao.

"Five spiritual roots... Too scary, is this test result true?"

"Oh my god, I always thought Du Sheng was amazing enough, but I didn't expect there would be Ming Qiao."

"Ming Qiao is only three years old. He is so young, but he already has five spiritual roots. His future is limitless!"

"Five spiritual roots are terrifying, but it also depends on his spiritual root talent. What if his five spiritual roots are useless?"

"Also, in addition to spiritual roots, cultivation also requires physical fitness. Look at Ming Qiao, he is a sickly child. Whether he can live to grow up is another matter."

There was a lot of discussion before the announcement.

Ming Qiao stepped on the chair that had been moved and saw his name. He raised his little face proudly and was very happy.

"Qiao Qiao won't die!"

After reading the rankings, Ming Qiao jumped off his chair and snorted at the person who had said those bad things to him: "Qiao Qiao will work hard to grow up!"

The child muttering to Ming Qiao: "..."

The other party didn't expect him to retort, so he looked at him and said nothing.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Ming Qiao carried the small stool and walked away proudly.

That day.

Ming Qiao thought that the announcement of the ranking would not affect him. After all, he was not with other children at all.

But he didn't expect that even if he didn't interact with other kids, other kids would still cause trouble for him.

Especially Du Sheng, he became even worse.

There were other children on the road, and Du Sheng blocked their way. He asked him in a malicious tone without any hesitation:

"Little sickly boy, how long do you think you can live?"

When Du Sheng asked this question, the image of his younger brother appeared in his mind again.

That weak, small child who always has an innocent face.

As soon as he was born, he was sympathized, protected and loved by everyone.

Since he was born, he has been suppressed to the point where he has less and less sense of existence.

So, when the child, who was so naive that he hated him, accidentally fell into the water, he didn't call anyone.

That child is gone.

Now, here comes another sickly kid who looks very much like that kid, but makes him hate him even more than that kid.

There was malice in his eyes, but his mouth was grinning.

"I think you feel the same way."

Just like his brother, he didn't live long.

Du Sheng asked and answered himself and walked away from Ming Qiao.

Ming Qiao clenched her chubby fists. Although she didn't understand what his final answer meant, it didn't stop her from speculating badly about him.

"I'm not afraid of you!"

Ming Qiao shouted: "Don't try to bully me!"

No matter if someone trips him, pushes him from behind, rolls his eyes at him, or says bad things about him, he is not afraid!

Mingqiao was fully prepared to deal with any difficulties.

He didn't go to the room to sleep, ignored everyone during the test, didn't drink the water given by others, and didn't eat the rice balls given by others. He was very cautious.

Even though he was so careful, he still had an accident when it got dark.

He was getting firewood from the woodshed, ready to take it with him for testing tomorrow.

Before he came out, someone closed the door.

There were several children outside the door, all locked up together.

As long as it is not life-threatening, adults will not notice this little incident.

The child outside the door walked away, and Ming Qiao, who was inside the door, pried the door open with his little face pressed against the door.

His small figure looked extremely pitiful.

“They are all bad guys.”

Ming Qiao, who was standing against the door, had wet dark eyes. He pursed his lips and watched the bad guys leave without looking back.

He sniffed, and after making sure that these people would not come back, he began to look for something in the storage ring to unlock the door.

Before he found the thing, he keenly caught a glimpse of a white shadow outside the door.

White shadow.

It’s the mother in white!

Ming Qiao was stunned for a moment before he suddenly reacted. His chubby little hands suddenly stopped and his eyes widened instantly.

Mother, it’s really mother!

The distance between him and his mother is not the ground floor and the eighteenth floor, nor is it the distance between countless flights of stairs.

But a door.

Such a close distance, my mother is so close...

Mingqiao's eyes suddenly turned red and round tears fell.

The author has something to say:

Qiao Qiao: Woo woo woo, mommy, hug me!

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