Therefore, if he encountered such a thing again, Xie Yang would not ask any more questions.
The two practiced swordsmanship together for an hour before returning to their rooms to rest.
Yun Feimiao's rest was a real rest. He fell asleep as soon as he entered the house. After all, his spiritual roots knew how to absorb spiritual energy, and he had been accustomed to practicing exercises and digesting spiritual energy in his dreams since he was a child.
Although the progress of practicing while sleeping is relatively slow, I still practiced a little bit.
Xie Yang's way of resting was to meditate and practice. Although the effect was not as good as real sleep, it was still a kind of rest at least.
In addition to practicing habitually, Xie Yang wanted to do an experiment more.
When he was very young, he guessed that he was probably not the biological child of the Xie family, because he was the most talented among all the children of his generation, but he lived the worst. He was bullied every day, and they called it a test unique to his heavenly spiritual roots.
Xie Yang could accept appropriate tempering, but he didn't want to live his whole life without dignity. His life was even worse than any dog in the Xie family.
So when he was five years old, he ran away from the Xie family and it took him a year to reach Yuncheng.
At that time, he was starving and cold, covered in wounds, and almost died in the snow. It was Yun Feimiao who dug him out with his own hands.
In his drowsy state, he accidentally opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of Yun Feimiao's worried little face. He thought that his prayers in the dilapidated temple had come true and that the gods in heaven had sent their little fairy boy to save him.
After waking up, he realized that he had just met a kind person, not some fairy boy. But in his heart, Yun Feimiao at that time was even more beautiful than the fairy boy.
After all, the little fairy boy is high above, invisible and intangible, and will not come to save him.
His little A Miao not only saved him, but also gave him a name, helped him bathe and dress, picked up food for him and fed him, took him to study and practice together, and held him at night and told him stories to put him to sleep.
At that time, Xie Yang actually knew that Yun Feimiao was two years younger than him, but he was too greedy for that kind of warmth and wanted to enjoy A Miao's care for a while longer.
When he grows up a little more, it will be his turn to take care of A Miao.
But he didn't expect that he would wait for the father who had always tortured him.
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