Immortal Cultivation and Life-Saving Guide

Chapter 10 Awkwardness and Old Dreams

Wei Xi was still confused when she came back from Wanglai Pavilion that day. She held the magic weapon and the three spirit stones that Master Han had stuffed into her hands, and participated in the evening observation activity in a daze.

Wei Xi hid the bag filled with dry food and clothes in the cupboard. Fortunately, the winter in northern Xinjiang was cold, otherwise it would attract rats.

She didn't want to touch the bag for the time being.

Weighing the roll of cowhide in her hand, Wei Xi was unsure whether she should do what Master Han asked, but a faint desire took root in her heart.

But this desire was soon put into cold storage because Senior Sister Xie increased Wei Xi's tasks the next day. She cruelly announced that the number of calligraphy copies Wei Xi had to make every day would be doubled, and she also had to correct her own test papers.

Wei Xi really didn't want to do this anymore. She wanted to go home and raise cattle. She cut grass very quickly. Although her family's cow had been sold to treat her father's leg, it was not impossible for her to take the sect's cow away. After all, the cow would not agree even if Zhao Dazui called out to her.

In the Qingcheng Sect, she had to learn to read, practice writing, and do her homework. She meditated in the back mountain every day until her butt was sore. The only interesting thing about her was the whites of her eyes were on Master Han, who talked a lot of nonsense to her and prevented her from going home. The more Wei Xi thought about it, the angrier she became.

But she had to admit that Master Han was right. It would be difficult to get everything done by herself.

So in order to save his life, Wei Xi could only find a way to complete the homework assigned by Senior Sister Xie.

It is known that Wei Xi's handwriting is so bad that no one else can help her write - the others here refer to Qin Feng and Zhao Dazui, who has a mother hen feeling for these six children.

He also knew that if Wei Xi wanted to use the magic weapon, he had to write words that people could understand.

But Wei Xi had to complete the calligraphy homework by himself.

Then the answer was right in front of her. Wei Xi could find a way to find a loophole in the corrected test paper. She set her sights on her only friend Qin Feng.

Qin Feng, a former disciple of Huaixin Sect, is extremely talented but is trapped in Qingcheng Sect.

But Qin Feng met Master Han. The high-spirited Qin Feng not only studied the method of Qi training crazily, but also reached a new height in the study of theoretical courses.

Wei Xi dared to bet that Qin Feng would be first in this monthly exam, and Qian Liangfeng would be second.

Although Qin Feng and Wei Xi had no quarrel or acquaintance with each other, she always resembled the sneaky Wei Xi in her childhood in her studies.

Wei Xi was used to being sneaky and didn't think there was anything strange about Qin Feng always doing his homework behind people's backs. She only knew that Qin Feng, the king of exam papers, had the exam paper she had always dreamed of, which was sure to get full marks.

If Wei Xi got Qin Feng's test paper, revising it would be as easy as catching a turtle in a small jar.

Wei Xi was a practical person. That night, she specially waited for Qin Feng, who had given her extra practice, to come back and served him tea and water, being very attentive.

There was still snow on Qin Feng's eyelashes. Perhaps her brain was frozen and she didn't notice Wei Xi's abnormality.

Wei Xi looked at Qin Feng pitifully, "No, were you bullied by someone? Hu Lai or someone else?"

Wei Xi shook her head. She took out her test paper, pointed at the vermilion score on it, rolled her eyes, and made a writing gesture.

"You mean that Master Han asked you to correct the papers?" Qin Feng asked. Wei Xi nodded, then she pointed at Qin Feng and looked at her expectantly.

Qin Feng's face turned strange. She pulled her feet out of the basin, not even bothering to wipe them. She said, "I'm going out to practice sword." and ran out.

Wei Xi was confused. She tossed and turned at night, unable to sleep. She was puzzled by Qin Feng's attitude and worried about her homework.

That night, Qin Feng didn't come back. When they arrived at Wen Dao Hall, both Wei Xi and Qin Feng had dark circles under their eyes. Wei Xi's face was dark, and Qin Feng's expression was also not good. The two of them kept a distance from each other.

Wei Xi handed the calligraphy copy to Senior Sister Xie, who took a look and circled a few words for her.

"Your handwriting is better than before. I'll give you some calligraphy practice today. Please practice hard and hand it in tomorrow."

After saying this, Senior Sister Xie pulled out another dozen copybooks. Wei Xi saw they were even thicker than yesterday's, and her vision went dark. Wei Xi returned to the dormitory with the copybooks. Qin Feng hadn't returned yet, and she was still practicing swordplay outside. Wei Xi tossed the copybooks on the table on the kang and slumped over the bed, unwilling to move.

Wei Xi stuffed the scroll of magical instruments that Han Xianshi had handed her into a cabinet, and her gaze kept returning to it. Wei Xi needed help. She had slept through a month of theoretical classes and could barely recognize a single word. If she wanted to use the scroll to communicate with others, she needed to master these things quickly.

Wei Xi decided to find Qin Feng, who was Wei Xi's only friend.

What followed was a very confusing day for Wei Xi. Qin Feng almost never returned to the dormitory. If Wei Xi had not been able to see Qin Feng in Wen Dao Hall, she would have run to Zhao Dazui and told him that Qin Feng was missing.

The next day, confusion was replaced by gloom, and Wei Xi's face looked the same as it did in Tianshui Village, gloomy.

Qian Liangfeng was timid to begin with, and now Wei Xi's appearance frightened him so much that he huddled himself into a ball, trembling, and tried to stay away from the gloomy little mute while listening to the class.

Wei Xi observed Qin Feng gloomily for two days, while Qin Feng continued to dodge.

But it seemed like God didn't want them to go their separate ways.

Wei Xi crawled out of bed, lit the oil lamp, and put on his clothes one by one.

At this time, she discovered that Qin Feng, who should have been doing horse stance in the snow outside, was still in the house.

Wei Xi rubbed his eyes and found that Qin Feng was indeed lying in the quilt with his eyes closed and sweat all over his forehead.

Reaching out to touch Qin Feng's forehead, Wei Xi found it was burning hot, and it seemed that he had a fever.

Wei Xi stared at Qin Feng for a while and continued to tidy herself up. Just when she was about to get off the kang, she saw her leather boots on the ground. They were given to her by Qin Feng. Wei Xi gritted her teeth and made up her mind.

Just consider it as a way to repay Qin Feng. It’s her business if she dislikes me, but I don’t want to owe anyone a favor.

Qin Feng was trapped in a dream, and she was running barefoot in the forest.

Suddenly she stopped and stretched out her hands, her hands were empty.

Where did my brother and mother go? Qin Feng started running back, thinking that my brother and mother must be tired and wanted to rest.

"Qin Liu! Mother!" Qin Feng shouted loudly, but no one responded to her. While running, she was tripped by a tree root in the fallen leaves and rolled down the hillside.

Qin Feng climbed to her feet and wiped her face, finding her hands covered in blood and ash. She stared at her hands in horror, then began running through the mist, her cries echoing through the dense forest.

Wei Xi, who was watching over Qin Feng as he dozed off, was woken up by Qin Feng's talking in his sleep.

Wei Xi rubbed her hands and changed a cold towel for Qin Feng. Her ears were very good and she could hear Qin Feng talking nonsense in pain.

At first she thought that Qin Feng was homesick, but there was no sign of Qin Feng waking up for a long time.

Wei Xi hurried to find Senior Sister Xie.

When Xie Yingying saw Wei Xi coming over to gesture, her delicate eyebrows were almost tied into a knot.

"Stop! Weixi, stop! I don't understand what you are doing!"

Xie Yingying pushed the paper and pen to Wei Xi, who picked up the brush and began to write. Her handwriting was ugly to begin with, and she didn't recognize many characters. Xie Yingying looked at it carefully five or six times before she could understand it.

"Qin Feng is on the kang, he's not awake, fire."

Wei Xi was about to gesture again anxiously, but Xie Yingying held her hand, "Stop gesturing. You mean to say that Qin Feng has a fever and can't wake up, right?"

(End of this chapter)