Chapter 38

Some senior brothers passing by would come over and squat with the kid for a while when they saw him squatting on the ground.

"Qiao Qiao, where is Brother Yun?"

Because Little Cloud is so overbearing, some of his disciples secretly call him Brother Yun.

Ming Qiao knew that Xiao Yunduo had this nickname.

He shook his head and said in a weak voice: "I don't know either."

He didn’t see Little Cloud after school.

Just now he had his dinner in the Lintian Sect's cafeteria. The senior brother who served him food in the cafeteria was very kind. He gave him a lot of rice and even made him some egg custard.

Now, the meal is over, but Little Cloud still hasn't come out.

As it was getting dark, Ming Qiao became a little anxious.

"Did you have a fight with Brother Yun? Is it angry and not coming to pick you up?"

The senior brother's reasonable question made Ming Qiao fall into deep thought.

He tried hard to recall, but was not sure whether Little Cloud was angry.

"I won't let it rain."

He raised his little face and said to his senior brother: "Is Duoduo angry?"

The senior brother thought about Little Bad Yun Duo's bad temper and nodded seriously: "He must be angry. Brother Yun has the worst temper!"

Ming Qiao: “…”

Ming Qiao sniffed: "Then how can I comfort Duoduo?"

Now Duoduo doesn’t come to see him anymore, and he doesn’t know where to go to coax her if he wants to.

The senior brother pondered for a few seconds and continued to give advice: "Don't spoil its bad temper."

"Wait for it to come out on its own."

The senior brother looked at the pitiful kid who had no one to pick him up, and he took out a small wooden sword from his storage bag.

"Come on, Qiao Qiao, it's better to rely on yourself than to ask others for help. Go back on your own sword!"

Ming Qiao was stunned.

He looked at the small wooden sword given by his senior brother, and then looked at his senior brother who had a serious expression on his face.

After a while, he lowered his head in shame.

"Brother, Qiao Qiao doesn't know how to fly a sword yet."

He had just started attending the literacy class and had not yet had time to go to the square to practice swordplay with his fellow brothers.

"Well, not yet."

The senior brother hesitated for two seconds and had no idea: "I don't dare to go to Wuya Peak, why don't you wait here for Brother Yun?"

Wuya Peak is where Qingheng lives. The head and elders have told them not to disturb Qingheng.

In addition, Qingheng always kept a look of keeping strangers away, so over time, the disciples all regarded Wuya Peak as a place that they should never set foot on.

"Okay, I'll wait for Duoduo."

Ming Qiao, who had no gift from his senior brother, continued to wait for Xiao Yunduo, holding the small wooden sword left by his senior brother.

Time passes by little by little.

The last half of the afterglow in the sky disappeared, and darkness completely enveloped the world.

While Ming Qiao was waiting for Xiao Yunduo, he called out many times.

He called Duoduo and coaxed her with a soft baby voice.

Unfortunately, even after all the coaxing, Duoduo still didn't come out.

Ming Qiao, who hadn't seen Duoduo for a long time, sniffed, sat on the ground, looked at the Wuya Peak in the distance, and hugged his little arms.

He buried his face, feeling extremely aggrieved.

Another moment passed.

It was only when he heard from his disciples that Ming Qiao was sitting outside that the Fourth Elder strode over with a stern face.

When he came over, Ming Qiao was sitting on the ground, with her little face resting on her arms, and she was asleep.

"White clouds!"

The fourth elder roared angrily, but failed to shout out Little Yunduo. He bent down and picked up the cub on the ground.

Ming Qiao was sleeping soundly and did not wake up even when the Fourth Elder held her in his arms.

He changed his posture, with his chubby hands around the Fourth Elder's neck, his chubby face pressed against the Fourth Elder's body, and his breathing was even and long.

The fourth elder held his little body steadily and brought him back to Wuya Peak.

At this moment, inside Wuya Peak, the head of the sect had just finished telling Qingheng about Ming Qiao.

When they talked about Ming Qiao, they couldn't help but say something wrong, so they didn't expect it to be dark.

Qingheng thought about the idea given by the headmaster, and he was still a little hesitant.

"Brother, can the method you mentioned really help Qiao Qiao survive the thunder tribulation?"

"I can't be 100 percent sure."

The headmaster said: "But I think we should give it a try."

"I have several defensive spiritual weapons. Give them to Qiao Qiao. This way, if the method doesn't work, you can use the spiritual weapons to resist."

"I'll think about it."

Qingheng did not give an immediate reply, he needed to think about it further.

"Okay, I'm here to tell you that there is a way to go. The choice is up to you whether or not to go this way."

The two of them had finished talking about the main business at this point.

The headmaster walked out of the door and looked at the sky again.

"Qingheng, it's already this late, and Bai Yunduo hasn't brought Qiao Qiao back yet?"

The two chatted for a long time without realizing it. When they went out and saw the sky, they realized that a lot of time had passed.

Qingheng frowned, with some confusion in his eyes.

"What happened to Xiaoyun today?"

He talked to himself and decided to go out and take a look.

Before he even left Wuya Peak, the fourth elder, who came angrily from a distance, came up to him in a few steps, holding the cub in his arms.

"Where are the white clouds?"

The fourth elder was still furious: "It's so late, why doesn't it know to pick up the child?"

Qingheng: "..."

Qing Heng was stunned: "Didn't Xiao Yun go to pick up the child?"

"Yes, if a disciple hadn't told me that Qiao Qiao was sitting outside, I wouldn't have known. When I went over, the child had already fallen asleep!"

"It's a cool night. Let him sleep in the wind. It will be a miracle if he doesn't get sick tomorrow."

The fourth elder became angry and spoke in a harsh tone.

Qingheng pursed his lips and took the sleeping baby from the fourth elder's arms.

He lowered his head and touched the baby's face. Fortunately, the baby's face was still warm because it had been hugged tightly by the Fourth Elder all the way.

"It's all my fault."

Qingheng admitted his mistake: "I didn't pay attention to the time."

"Okay, I don't blame you."

The Fourth Elder couldn't bear to blame Qingheng, whom he had brought up. He didn't blame Qingheng, but only blamed Xiao Yunduo.

"When I find Bai Yunduo, I will definitely give him a good beating."

After sending the cub off, the fourth elder didn't stay long and turned around and left.

Before leaving, he reminded her again: "Children should not be exposed to the wind. Before you go to bed at night, give him some hot water to drive away the cold, and also boil some ginger soup."

"Ginger soup... you know how to make it, right?"

The Fourth Elder still understands the children he raised.

He knew that the child was not very good at cooking, and the food he cooked was not only unsightly, but also unpalatable.

But ginger soup is so simple, even if the kid is not good at cooking, he should be able to make it.

"I will endure."

Qingheng held the cub in his arms and was very confident about making ginger soup.

"Okay, I won't bother you anymore, go to bed, kids need more sleep."

Especially for a young child like Mingqiao, eating and sleeping are very important.

The fourth elder did not stay to disturb them, nor did he allow the sect leader to disturb them.

He grabbed the sect leader and left Wuya Peak with him.

As soon as the head brother and the fourth elder left, Qingheng looked down at the cub, a trace of guilt flashing in his eyes.

"Sorry, Jojo."

He carried the baby in his arms back to the bedroom and put him on the bed.

Wu Ye, who had been sitting in the cabinet, heard the voices of the head and the fourth elders were gone. He stretched his body and walked out of the cabinet.

"What's going on? What are you arguing about?"

This cabinet is sturdy. Wu Ye did not hear clearly the voice of the Fourth Elder outside just now. He just heard it as if there was a lot of noise.

He came closer, looked at the cub's rosy face, and couldn't help but reached out and touched it.

He hadn't seen his son for several days, and he had been missing him terribly.

"Nothing."

Qingheng covered the baby with a blanket and didn't say what they were arguing about. He just said calmly, "Qiaoqiao was caught in the wind just now. I'm going to make ginger soup for him."

"You stay here and watch him."

Qingheng knew that Wu Ye had already come and he couldn't be driven away.

Instead of letting him talk nonsense in my ear, it would be better to send him here to look after the children.

Wu Ye turned his head and looked at him.

"What else do you need me to look at when Qiao Qiao is asleep?"

Wu Ye piled pillows next to Ming Qiao's small body to prevent him from turning over and falling.

Qingheng looked at him, then at the pillow, said nothing, and just turned and left.

The kitchen is not far from the bedroom.

Qingheng quickly tried to make a fire in the kitchen stove. The fire he made had small flames but a lot of smoke.

Qingheng was choked and coughed.

"Let me do it."

Wu Ye heard him coughing, took over his position, and quickly lit the fire.

Seeing this, Qingheng stood there for a few seconds, then turned around to cut ginger.

Ginger is spicy, and Qingheng cut the pieces into uneven sizes. It would have been fine if it was uneven, but the ginger juice got on his fingers and he accidentally touched his eyes.

This time, his eyes turned red.

Looking at the immortal king, who had always been aloof and indifferent to worldly affairs, encountering obstacles everywhere in the small kitchen, Wu Ye sighed, got up from the stove and walked over.

"Don't move."

Wu Ye dipped a towel in clean water and wiped his eyes: "It will stop being spicy soon."

Simply wiping with a towel and clean water will naturally not be completely effective.

Wu Ye held his face and blew gently into his eyes.

After blowing, the spiciness disappeared instantly.

Qingheng, whose face was being held, just knew that Wu Ye was helping him with his eyes, so although he felt awkward, he was still willing to cooperate.

Now that his eyesight had healed, he immediately didn't want anyone to get so close to him.

"I still have to make soup for Qiao Qiao, you——"

"My lord, your hands are for slaying demons and upholding justice, not for cooking and making soup."

"Leave the kitchen matters to me from now on."

Wu Ye is not like the fourth elder, who has studied cooking seriously.

He learned all his cooking skills on his own. Although the food he cooked was not as authentic as that of the Fourth Elder, the taste was still excellent.

He cooked the ginger skillfully, and used another small pot to make a sweet soup for Qingheng.

Qing Heng looked at the sweet soup and said in advance: "I don't want to drink it."

Wu Ye didn't care: "If you don't like it, I'll change it for you. I know a lot of soups, there must be one you like."

Qingheng: "..."

Seeing his carefree attitude, Qingheng had no doubt that if he kept refusing, he would be able to stew more than a dozen kinds of soup in the kitchen today.

Cook the ginger soup and sweet soup at the same time.

In the end, the ginger soup was drunk by Zai and the sweet soup was drunk by Qingheng.

When Mingqiao was woken up to drink ginger soup, her little face was wrinkled.

He hasn't woken up yet and feels very sleepy.

When Wu Ye fed him ginger soup, he just called out "Daddy" and then continued to drink it while whining and showing no desire to drink it.

After he finished drinking the ginger soup, he tilted his little head and saw the soup his mother was drinking.

"Mother's is different from mine."

The colors of the two bowls of soup were different. Although Ming Qiao's eyes were still a little blurry, he could still recognize the difference.

Wu Ye patted his head and coaxed him, "What you drank was the soup cooked by Daddy, dear son, go back to sleep."

Ginger soup and sweet soup have antagonistic properties. If Wu Ye wants to feed him ginger soup, he naturally won't let him drink sweet soup.

After putting the little guy down to sleep, Wu Ye took his and Qingheng's bowls to the kitchen to wash them.

After washing the dishes and cleaning the kitchen, when Wu Ye came back, he could no longer enter the bedroom door.

Wu Ye: “?”

Wu Ye: "Qing Heng, open the door for me!"

It was already night time, there was only one bed in the bedroom, and Qingheng didn't want to let anyone in.

He said to the outside of the door: "The next room can be lived in, you can move in there."

"I'm not going. I miss Qiao Qiao. I want to sleep with Qiao Qiao."

"Then you come in and sleep with Qiao Qiao, and I'll go next door."

Wu Ye: “…”

Wu Ye thought about the small bed in the next room, and said angrily, "Forget it, you'd better not come out. You can sleep with Qiao Qiao."

As he spoke, he sat down at the door and started chatting with Qingheng.

"I don't actually just want to sleep with Qiao Qiao."

"I still want to sleep with you."

"Oh, that's not right. Don't get me wrong. When I say sleep, I mean sleep like before at the inn."

"It's a very pure sleep. I'm clean. I'm still a virgin—"

After hearing Wu Ye's clarification, Qing Heng could no longer bear it.

The tightly closed door was opened.

Wu Ye, who was originally leaning against the door, fell in directly.

Qingheng: "Don't pretend."

Qingheng didn't believe that he could be so stupid as to fall.

"I'm not pretending. I'm just not feeling well."

In front of Qingheng, Wu Ye rolled up his sleeves and let Qingheng see his arms.

He had several wounds on his arms.

Qingheng frowned even more tightly as he looked at the wounds.

"How did you get hurt?"

"careless."

When Wu Ye saw Qing Heng frowning, he suddenly felt that playing the victim seemed to be quite useful.

He pretended to make a “hiss” sound and pulled his clothes open further: “There’s more, it hurts.”

"You can't apply the medicine yourself?"

"Yes, but I want to show it to you before I wipe it."

Wu Ye wanted to play the victim, but he also wanted to let Qing Heng know his purpose: "I want you to feel pity for me after seeing this."

Have pity on him, maybe he will get a little more aggressive.

Wu Ye said that this is called playing the victim to gain sympathy, but to put it bluntly, it is actually shameless and scoundrel.

Qingheng was so confused by him that he didn't know what to say.

He had never seen anyone more shameless than Wu Ye.

Two people, one standing and the other half lying, stared at each other.

After a moment.

Qingheng let the person in with a cold face.

If he didn't let someone in, he felt that there would be no peace tonight.

After Wu Ye entered the house, a bottle of medicine was thrown at him.

"Wipe it yourself."

"I know."

Wu Ye took the medicine and studied it for a while: "This is the medicine made by the Second Elder. His medicine is hard to find outside."

"Apply your medicine and stop talking nonsense."

Qingheng said as he clutched the quilt, his expression somewhat hesitant.

He originally wanted to throw the quilt on the ground, but when he saw the injuries on Wu Ye's body, he couldn't do it.

"Qingheng, I heard everything your senior brother said to you."

"I think the method he gave is worth a try."

After learning about Mingqiao's situation, Qingheng's head brother carefully searched for various information and interviewed some old guys from other sects.

After a few days of hard work, he found a solution.

This method can be divided into two types.

The first one is to stop thunder disasters with merits.

The Cang Xuan Continent is not peaceful now, with demon cultivators and evil cultivators causing chaos frequently everywhere.

Some demon cultivators are bloodthirsty, insane, and have committed many murders.

It will be meritorious to kill such demons.

Use this merit to stop thunder disasters. Ancient books record that someone used this method successfully.

There is also a second method, which is to use demons directly to ward off disaster.

The demons themselves will be struck by lightning from time to time during their cultivation.

Since they were not killed by the lightning, their cultivation level was further improved.

If you are struck to death, you will be gone instantly.

Some extremely evil demons have too many karmas on their bodies and have always been trying to avoid thunder tribulations.

Gather them together, and when Ming Qiao's cultivation level breaks through, let them surround Ming Qiao and attract the thunder tribulation.

At that time, it will depend on who the thunder wants to strike the most.

"Qing Heng, I know you are afraid of risks, but we can't stop Qiao Qiao from practicing just because we are afraid of risks."

"He was born with five spiritual roots. Maybe these five spiritual roots are here to save him."

Qingheng heard Wu Ye's advice.

But Qingheng didn't respond.

He sat on the bed, holding his cub's small fleshy hand for a long time, and then he asked off topic: "Wu Ye, demons are most likely to be struck by lightning when they are practicing."

"My Qiao Qiao is not a demon or a monster, why would he be like this?"

Wu Ye: “…”

Wu Ye suddenly stopped applying the medicine.

After Qingheng asked this question, he didn't expect Wu Ye to answer him.

He himself couldn't figure out the answer, let alone Wu Ye.

"Forget it, let's use Brother's method first."

Qing Heng lowered his eyes and looked at the baby sleeping peacefully in the quilt. He said softly, "I will go to the Deacon Hall to find a mission in the next few days."

"I'll go with you."

Wu Ye sat on the ground instead of getting on the bed. He responded to Qing Heng's words instinctively, his expression still slightly dazed.

He was thinking about what Qingheng had just said.

"You sleep on Qiao Qiao's right."

Before Wu Ye could figure it out, Qing Heng spoke again.

He slept on Ming Qiao's left side, leaving the right side for Wu Ye.

Wu Ye climbed up, but his heart still felt heavy for some unknown reason.

He reached out, held Mingqiao's little hand, and said nothing more.

This night.

The baby, surrounded by his father and mother, slept very soundly.

He woke up and looked to the left. On the left was his beautiful mother. Then he turned to the right. On the right was his handsome father!

The baby is lying in the middle, with his two chubby legs resting on his father and mother respectively, and his little face is full of happiness.

After lying down happily for a while, Mingqiao wanted to pee.

He drank a big bowl of ginger soup last night!

Before getting up to pee, Ming Qiao looked at his father and mother. He carefully put their hands together.

“That’s great.”

Ming Qiao was extremely satisfied when he saw his father and mother holding hands.

He admired it for a while, and when he could hold it no longer, he hurriedly climbed onto the bed and went outside to relieve himself.

The weather outside is nice and bright.

After Ming Qiao finished peeing, he walked around the edge of Wuya Peak.

"Duoduo, Duoduo."

Ming Qiao was looking for Little Yunduo again. He looked around but still couldn't find Little Yunduo.

The kid, who had lost his good friend and his means of transportation, stood there with a sad face.

It's no use for him to look sad.

The little cloud that used to rush over to play with him early in the morning was really gone this time.

"Mother!"

“Daddy!”

The cub, who was standing there with tears in his eyes thinking about the little cloud, turned around and decided to ask his parents for help!

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Baby: Woo woo woo my Duoduo!

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