[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Ding Nvxia, the wife of the Zuo envoy

Hearing the voice of the child stumbling because of fear, Ding Minjun couldn't help it.He was only five or six years old, and he had just experienced the tragedy of his family being ruined. Now he was seriously ill. How could Yang Er tell him this at this time? !

She raised the curtain and was about to go in, but she saw Yang Er gesturing to her from behind to tell her to be calm, to back out and wait to see how he would deal with it.

Ding Minjun: "..."

She looked hesitantly at Shen Yue who was on guard against Yang Er, who didn't notice her at all, and then looked at Yang Er's motionless back, finally gritted her teeth and let go of the hand holding the curtain, and said silently in her heart: Just wait, but if Yang Er goes too far, she will definitely not stand by, and will not allow him to get close to this child again in the future!Big deal, big deal to bring this child back to the Emei Sect, her master Miejue Shitai doesn't accept male disciples, but she can ask Grand Master Dugu Yihe, there will always be a place for this child.

Thinking of this, she calmed down a little, and continued to listen to the movement inside through the curtain.

After confirming that Ding Minjun had withdrawn, Yang Er smiled lightly, and said to Shen Yue in a not-so-comfortable manner: "Don't worry, I'm not interested in doing anything to a child, let alone..." What's more, if he really did something, The bad-tempered female heroine Ding outside would definitely turn against him. This thought flashed through his mind, and he calmly suppressed the smile on the corner of his mouth, and said lightly: "Seeing that you called me Uncle Yang!" For the sake of it, I'll give you a chance—I know you're a smart kid, Yue'er, and you know how to choose."

Shen Yue keenly sensed some deep meaning from his words. Regarding his future path, he was guarding the huge family wealth left by his father, and growing up alone in the face of many covetous people like a child who has made trouble with money. , It is even very likely that he will not be able to grow up; it is better to find a backer who can protect him when he is still weak, and wait for him to grow up before talking about other things.

There is no need to think about how to choose.

"It seems that you have made a choice." Yang Er understood what he meant after seeing his eyes, and he was right. Although he was still young, he was an extremely intelligent child.He nodded secretly with satisfaction, and said to him: "In this case, let's talk about the attack on Shen's house. Shen Tianjun is a generation of famous heroes, and it is not easy to kill him."

Hearing his father's name, Shen Yue's eyes changed suddenly, he clenched his fists and took a deep breath, his lips trembled slightly, and after a long while, he spoke with hatred: "That night..."

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Yang Er opened the door curtain and came out. Seeing this, Ding Minjun hurried over, tugged his sleeve lightly, pointed to the back of the curtain with his eyes, and asked, "Yue'er willing to drink porridge?"

Yang Er nodded, let her tug on his sleeves, and said, "Don't worry, he will survive more tenaciously than anyone else, after all, he still bears such a blood feud."

Speaking of this, Ding Minjun remembered his indifferent and persuasive appearance just now, and couldn't help but get a little angry when he stared at him: "Why did you do that just now? This child is pathetic enough."

Yang Er glanced at her, and said casually: "If you think that this level will be crushed, then you underestimate that child too much."

Ding Minjun was slightly taken aback, and blurted out: "What does this mean?"

"If he is such a fragile child." Yang Er paused, and the corners of his lips curled up a little appreciatively: "When he suddenly heard the bad news of his family being ruined, he should have screamed hysterically instead of using his nails. I pinched my palm to force myself to calm down, speciously testing whether I would attack him. It’s just that I’m still young, and I haven’t covered it well enough.”

Ding Minjun was a little stunned when he heard that, she... didn't realize it at all. In her opinion, this was just a poor child who lost all his relatives at a young age.

"That's because he is defenseless in front of you." Yang Er looked down at her with a little more tenderness in his eyes, "It's like a baby bird will regard the living thing it sees at the first sight after breaking its shell as its mother, and when it loses its dearest relative After that, the first person the child sees after waking up from a coma is you, and he will instinctively get close to you as if he were a mother. After all, no matter how smart and precocious he is, he is still a child who is only six years old That's all."

Ding Minjun fell silent, feeling a little sad in his heart, and worried that he would let down this closeness, even though the child was not actually her responsibility.In order to relieve this inexplicable boredom, she changed the subject a little bluntly: "Then why did you ask Yue'er to repeat the incident of the night of extermination? You also said that he is only a young child, and he may not be able to I can bear this tragic memory again and again."

Yang Er clasped his hands behind his back and said calmly: "Break it and then stand up. The scars rot in his heart will only turn into abscesses. Only by digging them out and letting the poisonous blood flow clean can he truly heal, and he can stand up again and continue walking."

When he said these words, his eyes were a little distant, as if he was recalling something.Ding Minjun stared intently at his side face, always felt that she should not disturb him at this time, as long as she stayed with him quietly.Fortunately, Yang Er was not immersed in this emotion for a long time, he quickly returned to his usual calm appearance, and said: "I plan to adopt Yue'er as a foster son."

"Huh?" Ding Minjun looked over in surprise, and confirmed to him, "A foster son? Not a disciple?"

Although it is said that one day is a teacher and a lifelong father, a disciple is closer than an adopted son, and his temperament does not seem like a reckless person, let alone a son who has only known him for a few hours. .She couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

"Is it a little too hasty?"

Yang Er shook his head, and quickly explained her confusion: "I like the child's roots and temperament, and he is smart enough. If he can pass my test, I will consider letting him inherit the mantle in the future." He suddenly glanced at her narrowly, and said with a light smile, "Of course it's too early to say these things now, he's just a kid who can't live without his mother, and what will happen in ten or 20 years time?" How about it."

Ding Minjun was slightly taken aback by his glance at first, but after realizing the teasing meaning in his words, his ears felt hot, his pink cheeks were slightly flushed, and he pretended to be calm and said: "Who, who is his mother?"

Yang Er raised his eyebrows, leaned over and deliberately asked in a tone of exasperation: "Hey, this is weird, I didn't even mention the name, how do you know who I'm talking about?"

"You!" Ding Minjun raised his head and stared at him angrily, with a blush flying from the corners of his eyes, his brows were bristling, and he pushed him with his hands in annoyance, and said softly, "If you make fun of me like this again, I will ignore you Already!"

Before the words fell, she had already stayed there, because she never expected that she would speak to Yang Er in such a coquettish tone.She suddenly panicked, and subconsciously withdrew her hand to escape from here, but was stopped by Yang Er gently but not refusing, as if not aware of her contradictory mood at this time, he took her hand and brought her to the Sitting down by the square table, he pressed her shoulders and said to her: "I brought you something, do you like it?"

Ding Minjun opened the cloth bag with some doubts under his gaze, and found that there was a delicately carved bronze mirror and a double-sided plum blossom wooden comb with red tassels hanging inside.

"This, this is..." She looked up suddenly, and pointed at herself in disbelief: "Give it to me?"

Yang Er put his hands on the table and leaned down to look at her at the same level. His mellow and magnetic voice was intoxicating. He asked her, "Do you like it?"