Time flies like an arrow, and 6 years have passed in a blink of an eye. There is only less than a day left before Wolson, Abel and Ugins. After a day, Wolson finally said goodbye to the hellish life. For the past six years, he has been living a difficult life. Not only has he had to change the diapers for Wuqi whom he brought back to raise, but he even had to tell him a story every day. Wuqi would sleep obediently, otherwise Wolson would not have to rest for the whole night. Wuqi's crying could wake up even the seniors who sleep in other rooms.

Wolson had thought of throwing Wuqi to his disciples to take care of him, but for some reason, after he had just brought Wuqi back to Wushan, every night, Wuqi, a 1-year-old guy, would climb back to his room step by step, and even climb onto his bed skillfully. Every time Wolson was scared by this little guy, he was sweating in a cold sweat. Such a small baby actually slept beside him in the middle of the night. What if he accidentally turned over and crushed him to death in the middle of the night?

For this reason, Wolson was responsible for taking care of Wuqi's diet and daily life from that day on. It would be fine if he didn't take care of it. When he really changed the diapers for Wuqi and brought him milk like an old mother, Wolson finally regretted it. It was not that the life of taking care of this child was too tiring, which made him unable to bear, but Wuqi's difficulties made Wolson completely helpless.

When he was one year old, Wuqi's crying became the human alarm clock for Wushan disciples to wake up early, which was more punctual than the rooster crow. Every morning at 5 o'clock, he would wake up from his dream and cry, and then Wolson had to bite the bullet and change his diapers, because Wuqi wet the bed every night, and what made Wolson most depressed was that every time he changed Wuqi's diapers, this little hair would unscrupulously on Wolson's face.

Peeing, until the old face of this master-level powerful man who was usually extremely majestic in the eyes of his disciples finally couldn't hold back. He begged depressedly, "Your little bastard. I beg you, stop peeing anymore, okay? My old face is not your toilet!" Only one-year-old baby would stop tactfully, but the sudden laughter from the baby's mouth was so harsh in Wolson's ears.

When he was two years old, Wuqi's crying was no longer as frequent as a year old, but he did not bring much peace to Wolson, but was even more than the situation of one year old. During the age of two, Wolson finally did something that he felt most proud of in his life. Wuqi, who was two years old, finally stopped peeing on his face under his strict discipline, but then something even more terrifying than peeing on his face.

Every morning when he woke up, Walson could no longer hear the cry of Wuqi's alarm clock, but he got up earlier than Wuqi's year old. It was not because Walson had poor sleep quality in his old age, but because the bedding soaked in Wuqi's urine had already made Walson unable to sleep anymore. He still barely supported the master in spring and summer, but in winter, when it was 4 a.m., the bedding was as cold as an ice cellar, and the biting ice air kept stimulating Walson's body from his back like a knife. So he had no choice but to get up early, change the sheets, and change the diapers for Wuqi. During this period, Walson had not ordered his female disciple to help, but a year ago, when a female disciple who had just married another male disciple was feeding Wuqi, he was frightened to find that his master Walson was actually peeking at the infinite spring light on his chest. She then refused all the requests afterwards.

Wuqi was three years old, and Wolson's teaching finally made a substantial breakthrough. Wuqi's bedwetting phenomenon was completely eliminated, but what followed was the problem that made Wolson even more troublesome, learning to walk. This time it was not Wuqi who pulled Wolson and asked him to learn to walk, because Wuqi couldn't even speak at this time, and he could only look at Wolson with his big eyes inherited from Qingchengzi, which made Wolson feel irritated, so he had to bite the bullet and teach Wuqi to walk.

"Stop looking. I know you little bastard want to learn to walk like a teacher. Starting today, I will teach you how to walk. It's very simple, do what I do." As he said that, Wolson lay on the ground in Wuqi's posture, and then slowly made the movement of standing upright. This was the only time Wolson taught seriously. But what he didn't expect was that Wuqi's learning to walk was actually much slower than that of an ordinary child, and it was even a bit outrageously slower.

Ordinary humans can walk with the help of adults at about one and a half years old, and can walk by himself at the age of two, but Wuqi actually didn't learn to walk until he was three years old. Before he was three years old, Wolson did not have no education without ordinary parents teaching him like ordinary parents. He even invited his disciples who were already parents to teach Wuqi, but the situation ended in failure. Now that Wuqi is three years old and can't walk, Wolson has to make up his mind to teach himself, but the effect is very little. It was not until Wuqi came on the last day of his three years old that he finally stood up and learned to walk, but he looked stumbling and not very ideal.

After the New Year, after the celebration of firecrackers, Wolson looked at his disciples going down the mountain to travel, and unconsciously smiled bitterly on his face. This year he had a new task and taught Wuqi to speak. Seeing that the agreed deadline between himself and Abel and Ukins was only two years away, Wuqi could not speak a word even when he was 4 years old. Children born one or two years later than him at the foot of Wushan have learned to speak human language, let alone children born in the same year as Wuqi. They have already said too much to annoy you.

But Wuqi's situation was much worse. It's not that Walson had never worked hard on teaching children to speak. But Wuqi's situation in the first three years was really too terrible, and it took up most of Walson's energy. How could he have time to teach him to speak? As for Walson's disciples, they had no time to teach Wuqi to speak. The training tasks assigned to them every day were extremely heavy, and they had no extra time to worry about Wuqi, an outsider. Besides, some of them had already started a family, and their own family affairs were the top priority in the hearts of these disciples.

Looking at Wuqi standing in front of him and grinning, a bad idea suddenly flashed in Wolson's heart: You can't be a mute, are you? But then he gave up this idea, picked up Wuqi who kept smirking at him, and said firmly: "Even if you are a mute, I will teach you how to speak!"

The fourth year of life began with Walson's words. This time was the longest time that Walson insisted on teaching Wuqi. No matter it was windy, rainy, snowy and freezing, he insisted on taking a lot of time to tell Wuqi, teaching him pronunciation, recognize words, write, how to combine words, make sentences, etc. Although during this period, Walson didn't even know how many times he had to give up, but when Wuqi suddenly shouted "Master" with clear pronunciation to him one day in the last month of the fourth year, he finally felt a little relieved, and he also had the confidence and motivation to continue teaching Wuqi to speak.

In the fifth year, with the arrival of a spring breeze that blew all over the earth quietly, Wolson finally realized the joy of being a role model this year. Wuqi's results were much faster than that of the fourth year. Now he is 5 years old, he can communicate with Wolson completely. Unless he doesn't understand some rare words and sensitive topics of adults, he can fully understand the rest of the words and sentences Wuqi. However, Wolson is gaining great results.

While he felt accomplished, he soon became depressed again. Children are naturally studious, and no exception. After learning to speak, the only thing he did every day was to talk and chat, which was also his greatest pleasure. However, Wolson's disciples were away from Wuqi like they were hiding from the plague god. Wuqi had to follow Wolson 24 hours a day. This was a pity that Wolson, who likes to peek at the young female disciples under his disciples for bathing.

"Little bastard, don't follow me. You follow me like a follower every day. Are you annoyed? You want to find someone to talk to and go to your senior brothers and sisters. I have something to do now, your master!"

"Master, senior brothers and sisters also say they have something to do."

"Oh!" Thinking of the reason why the disciples hid from Wuqi was because of the shadow of Wuqi's first year, Wolson had to sigh and let out a sigh: "Okay. But wait for me for an hour, and in an hour, I'll come back to tell you a story."

After saying that, he left the gate and came to the back of a huge rock beside the lake at the bottom of the back mountain. He secretly smiled lewdly at the female disciple who was bathing in the lake. He stared at the pair of undulating little white rabbits on the female disciple's chest and did not move. The saliva from the corners of his mouth flowed down unconsciously.

"Wow! This breast should be 95! I really didn't expect that this little girl usually wraps herself so tightly, and she turns out to be so good-looking! But it's the type I like." He greedily looked at the graceful figure of the young woman in the lake taking a bath, while talking to himself proudly. He looked extremely vulgar, and compared with the majestic Wolson on weekdays, he was completely different.

Just as Wolson was enjoying this hard-earned blessing, a puzzled question suddenly came to his ear, "Master, why has your saliva flowed down? Have you seen something delicious?"

"Don't quarrel, it's not the time to talk. Pay attention, do you understand?" As he said that, Wolson looked around him with some angrily. When he saw a pair of innocent eyes staring at him foolishly, he suddenly realized that the person who was talking to him just now was Wuqi, a 5-year-old child. It was not until this moment that he suddenly woke up like a dream, and his face turned pale and was about to get angry at him, but Wuqi asked again: "Master, why did you suddenly turn blue? Are you sick?"

Wuqi's voice was not loud, but it was enough for the female disciple who was bathing in the lake to hear clearly. Before Walson could react, he heard a scream in his ear, "Who?" He suddenly realized, and quickly pulled Wuqi's body into the back of the rock, put his fingers in front of his lips and made a gesture of silence, and said softly with a smile: "Wuqi, be obedient, you can't walk out of this rock from now on, and you can't speak, or I will ignore you again, Master! Do you understand?"

Seeing Wuqi nodding continuously, Wolson's mouth raised slightly again, and a clear curve was drawn on his face, turning into a slender crescent moon. He patted Wuqi's little head with satisfaction, and looked at the young female disciple who found no one peeking at the back of the rock and continued to take a bath, and said with a lewd smile: "Wuqi is so good, Master, I will take you to see something good today!!!"
Chapter completed!