Chapter 21
"I don't think he's your father."
Qingheng put away all the letters, along with the pile of things Mingqiao had taken out: "Put all these in."
"OK."
Ming Qiao obediently put the things back into the storage ring and arranged them neatly.
After he finished, he leaned against Qingheng, blinked his eyes, and emphasized to his mother again: "It's Daddy, Qiao Qiao looks like Daddy, a lot more!"
Qingheng: "..."
What kind of image is this?
Qing Heng glanced at the bulging belly beside him and said calmly, "It's normal for children to eat a lot."
Ming Qiao tilted his head, confused: "Really?"
Qingheng said “hmm”.
Mingqiao believed her mother, so she nodded suddenly to show that she understood.
His pretty little face tensed slightly as he fell into a new round of thinking.
Since he doesn't have the same appetite as Daddy and doesn't look like Daddy, then what else is similar to Daddy?
The little guy thought about it seriously for a long time, but still had no clue.
Qingheng was leaning against the wall of the hot spring pool, with a chubby cub sitting on his lap.
He lowered his eyes, his gaze fell on the little face of the baby. He didn't tell the baby -
The little guy's tense expression at the moment is a bit like Wu Ye.
Just a little bit, no, maybe he was seeing things, not even a little bit.
"Jojo."
Qingheng withdrew his thoughts and eliminated someone from his mind.
His cold face might have been steamed by the hot steam from the spring water, and looked warmer than before.
"Come here, let me see your spiritual roots."
Although Ming Qiao has five spiritual roots, he has never used them properly.
Qingheng held up his little butt with one hand and pressed his little chest against him. Then, he put his other hand over and probed into Mingqiao's spiritual roots.
During the two days of searching for spiritual treasures, Ming Qiao did mobilize his spiritual roots, otherwise, he would not have been able to attract and sense the spiritual treasures.
"Close your eyes and feel the circulation of spiritual energy."
Qingheng didn't want to mention the issue of father or not, so he simply combed the spiritual veins for the cub.
Ming Qiao closed his eyes and felt it in a daze. Under Qingheng's patient guidance, he finally tried to enter a state of meditation for a while.
“Very talented.”
Qingheng gave his evaluation, but there was one more sentence that he swallowed back.
I am in poor health.
Upon closer inspection of the little body, he discovered that it was even worse than he thought.
Ming Qiao only heard his mother praising him. He grinned happily and gave his mother a sweet smile.
"Mom is amazing, Qiao Qiao is amazing."
What he meant was that he inherited his ability from his mother.
Qingheng has become accustomed to the heavy filter that the little guy puts on himself. In the little guy's eyes, he seems to be the best.
After soaking in the hot spring for a while, Qingheng took out a small undershirt and put it on the baby in his arms who didn't even have any underwear on.
When the little guy first came to the hot spring, he was a little shy and would only wear shorts to soak.
Now while soaking in the bath, the little guy is showing his chubby buttocks. He is not shy at all and even comes closer to let his mother see the little flower on his buttocks.
He showed the little flowers to his mother, and also wanted to look at the little flowers on her legs.
Qingheng only showed it to him once.
Qingheng's birthmark is on the inside of his thigh, a sensitive spot that he never shows to anyone.
That's the little cub in front of you, and you can see it again.
"Yes, it's suitable."
Qingheng put on the red embroidered undershirt and felt the material, which was soft and smooth.
The aunt who made the underwear for Mingqiao really put a lot of thought into it.
Ming Qiao brought several sets of clothes in his storage ring. All the clothes were good clothes, but as the weather was getting warmer, he still needed to buy some thinner clothes.
Qingheng slowly put clothes on the cub, and in his mind he was already thinking whether to go back to the sect to buy clothes or buy them in Feilong City.
There are too many people in the clothing store and he doesn't like to go shopping.
Otherwise, I should go back to the sect and ask the people there to send a few things to me.
Qingheng thought while not stopping his hands.
Soon, pajamas were put on.
Mingqiao opened her little arms, hugged Qingheng's neck, and leaned her face towards him.
He is going to sleep.
Qingheng wrapped him in his coat skillfully and carried him back to the library.
That night, Ming Qiao was in her mother's arms, with her little hands and feet wrapped around her, and she was still sleeping soundly.
And You Qing also gained something in the library.
The book spirit doesn't need sleep. Seeing that Mingqiao and Qingheng were asleep, it went to play with Youqing.
"Since you are my baby's brother, I can give you any secret book you want."
The book spirit said, quite proudly: "The secret books I have are all unique copies, very precious, Wang Feilong can't borrow them even if he wants to."
You Qing listened to what it said and didn't say anything polite to it.
"I am practicing with useless spiritual roots. Do you have any secrets that can make me stronger?"
The book spirit was stunned.
It looked at You Qing again and said in shock: "You still want to practice even though your spiritual roots are wasted. You are quite tenacious."
You Qing did not comment on his praise.
The book spirit looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I do have a unique copy, which happens to record the secret method of cultivating waste spiritual roots. However, the owner of this copy was very strong, but in the end he exploded and died. You——"
"I want this unique copy."
It seemed as if You Qing only heard the word "strong" and didn't hear the words "exploded and died". His eyes were heavy and his tone was quite strong, but he bent down and thanked the book spirit.
The book spirit hesitantly found the only copy and gave it to him.
When handing it to him, the book spirit advised him: "Why don't you choose again? I have other rare copies here."
"No, I want this one."
You Qing would not change his choice once he made it. He took the rare copy and flipped through it in front of the book spirit.
He is a very cautious person. Since this is a precious and unique copy, he will keep it in his mind after receiving it.
Things you carry with you may be stolen or destroyed.
Only things in your mind cannot be taken away easily.
The book spirit looked at the child in front of it who was only a few years older than Ming Qiao, and it began to murmur in its heart -
It was really strange. The feeling this child gave it was always that it felt vaguely dangerous.
But how old is this child? Why would it be a little afraid of this child!
You Qing didn't pay attention to the book spirit's mental activities, he continued to flip through the books. A library with so many books is hard to come by.
The most important thing is that now there is a book lover who can introduce books to him or help him find books.
This opportunity is rare, he must seize it.
There are two children upstairs and downstairs, one is sleeping in his mother's arms, and the other is reading a book all night long, and each of them is satisfied with their own needs.
The next day.
There are only three days left before the end of the test.
Mingqiao sat on the bed and let her mother change her clothes, tie her hair, and wash her face and apply oil.
Qingheng had never learned these things before, but somehow, he gradually got the hang of them.
He knew these things, and the cub in front of him could do them by himself.
But when he saw the little girl dressing herself, tying her crooked hairband, and washing her face by herself, his brows began to frown.
He couldn't explain why he felt more and more distressed about the cub.
The feeling was so overwhelming that some of his previously firm thoughts began to waver quietly.
"Mom, Qiao Qiao is hot when she goes out."
After everything was packed up, the beautifully dressed baby looked up and said goodbye to Qingheng.
He didn't leave after saying goodbye, but kept looking at Qingheng eagerly.
He didn't leave until Qingheng bent down and let him kiss him.
"Mom, Qiao Qiao will be back soon."
After kissing Qingheng's handsome face, Mingqiao waved his chubby hands contentedly.
Qingheng nodded slightly and watched him walk out.
Go out, eat, take medicine, and take tests.
Mingqiao's life during the day is very regular.
You Qing also took some time to observe his own child. Seeing that his child was no longer bullied, he felt relieved and continued reading.
In addition to reading, he also visited Old Ge at the door.
He gave Lao Ge some wine.
Lao Ge didn't ask him how he got in, nor did he order him to leave.
Neither of them were talkative, but they still chatted for a while.
You Qing asked, "Why don't you do anything when your child does evil?"
Not all of the children who came to be tested this time were good people. Ming Qiao was bullied, but no one intervened.
Old Ge burped and drunkenly replied: "Those who can enter this place are all talented children, or children of status."
"Let the children quarrel among themselves. If they become unhappy, they will become enemies with each other."
"If Wang Feilong is killed, no matter who he helps or who he doesn't, one of the parents behind him will always blame him."
"He is always shrewd and always takes trouble upon himself."
Lao Ge's words cleared up You Qing's confusion, but also made You Qing no longer have a good impression of Wang Feilong.
In a blink of an eye.
It’s the last day, the last test, and everything is settled when it’s over.
You Qing found an interesting book in the library.
This book teaches spells.
Mantra.
When using this talisman, you can only tell the truth. If you don't tell the truth when asked, your whole body will rot.
If you don’t tell the truth, you will be possessed by rotten insects.
If you don't tell the truth after the three questions, you will be struck by lightning and die.
You Qing was very interested in this talisman.
The book said that this talisman was extremely difficult to draw, and even out of ten thousand talismans, only one could make it successfully.
But You Qing never takes probability issues seriously.
He studied the spell with great interest and asked the book master for writing.
The book spirit gave him pen and ink and watched him paint.
As he was drawing, the book spirit was suddenly startled: "No, this talisman is not a proper talisman."
You Qing lowered his head and drew the talisman, not paying any attention to it.
The more the book spirit thought about it, the more anxious it became. It transformed into a big hand, patted You Qing on the shoulder, and advised: "I say, why don't you stop practicing this? I remember this, this is a book about magic cultivation."
The spells in this book were not created by a legitimate spellcaster.
You Qing was not afraid of the word "demon cultivator", which would make everyone's face change when they heard it. He continued to study the talisman.
In addition to this talisman, he found the bone-eating talisman, the heartless talisman and other talismans quite interesting.
These spells are quite vicious, but they are probably useful for self-defense.
"Baby's brother, I'm kindly advising you not to learn too much of this stuff. If you're mistaken for a demon cultivator, you'll have a hard time."
The reputation of demonic cultivators has always been very bad, and many righteous sects take it as their mission to kill demons and evil cultivators.
The book spirit didn't want to see Bao Bao's brother being beaten and killed.
"I see."
You Qing seemed to be quite receptive to advice. He put the book in his hand back after flipping through it once.
Almost the moment he put it back, the book spirit rushed over and took the book away.
You Qing took a pen and paper and turned around to find another place.
This time, there was no book spirit watching him, so he lowered his head and began to draw the mantra again.
One stroke becomes a painting, one stroke becomes a spell.
You Qing failed in his painting many times in a row. He frowned, and the more he failed, the more stubborn he became.
"Will the magic cultivator's method of drawing spells be the same as that of spell cultivators?"
You Qing was thinking and groping.
Finally, he had an idea and pierced his fingertips, used the blood as ink, and drew the talisman again.
It took many more practices, but this time, he succeeded in drawing one!
After receiving the mantra, You Qing stopped. He snorted softly, revealing a bit of complacency that a child of his age should have.
"What do you mean by 'Ten Thousand Symbols Become One'? It's just like this when you draw it."
After he put away the talisman, he did not study the other somewhat sinister talismans.
Today is the last day and he should go pick up Ming Qiao.
You Qing walked out, wanting to avoid people and go see where Ming Qiao was.
Unexpectedly, before he had taken a few steps out, he heard exclamations coming from the cafeteria not far away.
"What's wrong with that sickly kid? Why did he suddenly vomit so much blood?"
"How scary! He was fine just now!"
"Is he going to die?! Quick, find someone."
There was chaos in the cafeteria. You Qing's face changed drastically. Just as he was about to run forward, he suddenly braked and turned around.
"Book spirit! Book spirit!"
"My name is Shushu! Why are you shouting so loudly and your face looks so bad—"
"Something happened to Mingqiao, let Qingheng come out!"
You Qing's face turned pale as he roared this sentence, then turned and ran away.
The book spirit was stunned for a second, then rushed upstairs.
now.
In the cafeteria, Ming Qiao was lying on the ground with his mouth full of blood. He was spitting out blood in big mouthfuls. The dark purple blood stained his little clothes and a large area of the floor.
Beside him, Aunt Fang's face was pale and her hands were shaking.
She looked at the broken pieces of the bowl on the ground and the unfinished medicine at the bottom of the bowl, her mind going blank.
Just now, Ming Qiao came to her place to eat and take medicine as usual. He was fine when eating, but when taking medicine, Ming Qiao suddenly stopped after taking a few sips.
He frowned and said, "Aunt, today's medicine tastes weird."
A few seconds after he finished speaking, his chubby little hands loosened and the bowl fell to the ground.
Then he covered his mouth, as if to prevent himself from vomiting.
His hands were so small that he couldn't even cover the blood.
He vomited out big mouthfuls of black blood, which was terrifying.
"How could this happen? How could something go wrong with the medicine? I left it in the kitchen to boil, and it's been fine for so many days."
This was not the first time she had made medicine for Ming Qiao. She had done it so many times, so why did something go wrong this time!
Ming Qiao felt a stomachache and curled up into a small ball on the ground.
The noisy voices turned into buzzing noise in his ears.
He couldn't even hear what others were saying.
My stomach hurts, my heart hurts, and it seems my head hurts too.
Mingqiao was a very patient child. Some bitter medicines were very uncomfortable to drink, and some medicinal baths felt like being pricked by needles.
He endured all these discomforts and pains.
But now he was in so much pain, much more than before.
He raised his bloody little hand and wiped his tearful eyes.
"Mother."
He was unable to make any sound and could only barely make a breath to call out "mother".
He called his mother, but she did not appear. In his tear-blurred vision, another figure appeared that he wanted to see very much.
It’s my brother.
The brother whom Mingqiao hadn't seen for a long time suddenly appeared. Mingqiao's mouth pursed and he started crying.
"elder brother."
He cried in a baby voice: "Qiao Qiao is in pain."
You Qing rushed in and picked up the cub from the ground, his hands were shaking.
Hearing the baby in his arms complaining of pain, You Qing wanted to kill the culprit on the spot.
When he ran over, he heard someone talking about Aunt Fang.
Some people said that there was something wrong with the medicine that Aunt Fang prepared for Ming Qiao.
You Qing has been here for a few days and he has gotten to know Aunt Fang a little bit. Aunt Fang loves Ming Qiao, but she would never harm Ming Qiao.
You Qing's gaze swept across a group of people's faces, and finally, he stopped at Du Sheng's smiling face in the corner.
After You Qing, Wang Feilong, who had received the letter earlier, followed closely.
He came over, held Mingqiao's wrist, and took his pulse first.
"It's poisoning."
The broken bowl was right next to him. Wang Feilong stretched out his finger and dipped it in the medicine juice.
He carefully took just a drop, sniffed, and tasted it.
"The medicine contains an extra amount of bamboo grass, which is not toxic in nature. This grass and another herb will produce toxins when they come into contact."
Bamboo grass is the most common and is occasionally used in cooking in the kitchen.
So, Wang Feilong looked at Aunt Fang, who was standing there with a pale face, and asked, "Did you make the medicine? Did you make a mistake when you made the medicine?"
"I cooked the medicine, but I didn't put the bamboo grass there. I won't be so careless."
Wang Feilong did not believe Aunt Fang's explanation.
He was eager to make Aunt Fang admit her mistake.
Just as Wang Feilong was about to talk to Aunt Fang, You Qing, holding the baby who was twitching in pain, asked in a cold voice: "Qiao Qiao has been poisoned, why don't you give him the detoxification?"
"I don't have the antidote."
Wang Feilong apologized, "I'll ask a doctor to treat him."
Waiting for the medical staff to arrive will take time.
You Qing's eyes were filled with hostility, and he gently put the baby in his arms into Wang Feilong's hands. Then, in front of Wang Feilong, he pulled Du Sheng out from the corner.
He punched Du Sheng in the face, and Du Sheng's face swelled up instantly.
A few more punches, each one hitting the flesh.
"You poisoned me."
You Qing knocked Du Sheng to the ground and crushed his face with the sole of his shoe. His words were full of confidence, not questions.
He didn't ask Du Sheng whether he did it or not, he just asked Du Sheng -
"Where is the antidote?"
Du Sheng's face was swollen like a pig's head. He endured the pain and suppressed his hatred, pretending to be stupid and said, "What are you talking about? How could I possibly poison him?!"
Du Sheng was quibbling, while Wang Feilong was trying to stop You Qing in a hurry.
If he didn't have a poisoned cub on his hand, Wang Feilong would have freed up his hands to stop it himself.
You Qing didn't even look at Wang Feilong.
The sole of his shoe continued to grind Du Sheng's face as he questioned him.
The scene was in chaos.
Just when Wang Feilong was getting anxious and angry, Qingheng came.
When Wang Feilong saw Qingheng coming over, his eyes lit up.
"Qing Heng, hurry up, stop this kid, don't let him hit anyone!"
The one being beaten on the ground was Du Sheng, the third son of the Da Fei royal family. The Da Fei royal family was famous for being overbearing and protecting their own people.
Du Sheng was highly regarded and treated well in the royal family.
If he was beaten to death today, all the immortals from the Da Fei royal family would probably come over!
Wang Feilong urged Qingheng to rescue Du Sheng.
However, Qing Heng heard what You Qing was asking.
"Where is the antidote?"
"If you don't tell me, I will crush your bones inch by inch."
You Qing looked extremely scary while interrogating and threatening people, so scary that he didn't look like a child at all.
Qingheng didn't find him scary.
Amid Wang Feilong's urging, Qing Heng remained indifferent to Du Cheng who was about to be beaten to death.
He strode over and took the cub from Wang Feilong's arms into his arms.
Wang Feilong: “?”
Wang Feilong was confused.
Wang Feilong did not go to the library, and even if he had gone, he would not have been able to go up to the Qingheng floor.
Therefore, he never knew that Ming Qiao, who in his eyes had no background compared to Du Sheng, a member of the Da Fei royal family, had been sleeping with Qing Heng these days.
He watched in a daze as Qingheng took the cub and began to transfer his internal energy to it without hesitation.
And, feed the cub with elixirs that are hard to buy even at a sky-high price.
Qingheng fed him these extremely rare elixirs one by one without any reluctance.
He fed her the elixir, injected her with pure Qi, and coaxed her softly, "Don't cry, don't cry, it will stop hurting soon."
Wang Feilong had never heard such a gentle voice.
It's incredible.
Wang Feilong couldn't believe his eyes and his ears.
Qingheng's tone sounded gentle, but in fact, uncontrollable hostility was already welling up in his heart.
The cub was fine before he left, but in less than half a day, he was lying in his arms covered in blood.
No matter how steady and self-controlled he was, at this moment, he could hardly control his emotions.
"Mother, no, not aunt."
The pain finally eased a little for the cub held by his mother.
He grabbed his mother's clothes and explained anxiously.
Not aunt.
It’s not that aunt cooked the wrong medicine.
My aunt is very careful and won't add anything to his medicine.
"Qingheng, Aunt Fang is busy, and if she's not careful, she might——"
"I know."
Before Wang Feilong could finish his words, Qing Heng lowered his head, looked at the anxious child in his arms, and said softly, "I know, it's not Aunt Fang."
"Qingheng."
Wang Feilong's lips moved.
He organized the event to make more friends and build more connections. Now that he wants to involve the Da Fei royal family, it will be difficult.
Wang Feilong still wanted to make peace with Qingheng. As long as Qingheng did not interfere in today's events, he could still keep the peace.
But Qingheng didn't even respond to his gaze.
"Mom, Qiao Qiao is dirty."
"It's not dirty. It will be clean after washing."
Ming Qiao's cry of "Mom" in Qingheng's arms fell into Wang Feilong's ears, and Wang Feilong's heart rushed, as if a basin of cold water was poured on him.
It's over.
It's over now.
When did this Ming Qiao become related to Qing Heng? !
Wang Feilong was still dizzy. A few steps away, You Qing had already placed the mantra talisman on Du Sheng's shoulder.
The talisman will turn into powder as soon as it is pasted.
There was nothing unusual about Du Sheng's shoulders.
After You Qing finished pasting the talisman, he lowered his voice and reminded Du Sheng.
"Next, if you don't tell the truth, you will die."
Du Sheng looked straight at him, and three words were clearly written on his swollen face: I don't believe it.
You smiled lightly, and in Du Sheng's eyes, his smile looked like that of a devil.
"Do you have an antidote?"
"No!"
This is the truth.
"Did you tamper with Ming Qiao's medicine?"
"Boy, don't be extreme. Release Du Sheng first."
For some reason, Wang Feilong suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart. He was so anxious that sweat came out of his nose and shouted, "Du Sheng's parents will come to pick him up today! You can't--"
Before Wang Feilong could finish his shout, he was interrupted again.
This time it was Du Sheng himself.
He looked at You Qing and said, "No, it wasn't me who did that."
Under the mantra, he told his first lie.
The author has something to say:
I wanted to write about my daddy in one breath, but I can’t finish it. Daddy will come out in the next chapter!
Bad kids have backers, and so does our Qiao Qiao! Big one!
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