Jiang Shuirou entered the living room and saw her father, Jiang Zhenwei, the director of Hanming Academy.
When my mother got sick, it was because of my father. After my mother got sick, my father never came to see my mother. He spent almost all his energy on practicing martial arts and the affairs of Hanmingyuan, and spent the night with those vixens.
Jiang Shuirou hates her father a little. In the past three years, Jiang Shuirou has become accustomed to this kind of life. She takes care of her mother by herself, gives her medicine, and finding medicine has almost become Jiang Shuirou's only thing. After her mother takes medicine and falls asleep, she
A man is practicing in this empty courtyard.
Jiang Shuirou has become accustomed to life without her father. She doesn't know why her father came here today on a whim.
"Going out to buy those messy things again?" Jiang Zhenwei glanced at Jiang Shuirou's black cloth bag. Although he hadn't seen Jiang Shuirou specifically in these years, he still knew what Jiang Shuirou did.
Looking at Jiang Shuirou's expression, Jiang Zhenwei knew that he had guessed correctly, and said coldly: "Huh, if I don't come, you still don't know what you will do to yourself. Is it useful to buy so many messy things?
Look at you, you have good qualifications and have accumulated so many resources. You should have been in the middle of the yellow level long ago, but you are only in the early stage of the yellow level. The competition will be held next month. What will you compete with? By then
Don’t say you are my Jiang Zhenwei’s daughter.”
Jiang Zhenwei's face was extremely gloomy, and he was obviously very dissatisfied with his daughter.
Jiang Shuirou was holding a black cloth bag and lowered her head. She didn't know what she was thinking. Her fingers gripping the mouth of the bag tightened tighter and tighter, and blood oozed from her white onion fingers.
"Why, you feel embarrassed too, don't you? If you continue like this, you will be useless. Throw away your black bag immediately and follow me to the courtyard. I will personally teach you martial arts this month." Jiang Zhenwei said with an indiscernible expression.
Said in a rebuttal tone.
"What should I do, mother?"
"Don't you have servants? Aren't three servants enough?"
"Dad, are you speaking in human language?" The resentment in Jiang Shuirou's heart finally burst out uncontrollably. With tears in her eyes, she stared at Jiang Zhenwei and said word by word: "Dad, what did you do after mother got sick?
Where have you been these past three years?
She is also your wife after all. How can you say such a thing?
My mother married you when she was young and stayed with you until you became the dean. How much hardship did you endure? But after you became the dean, did you have a good three words with your mother?
Mom has never blamed you for being with other women. She just asked you to spare some time to spend at home. Is this too much to ask?
Ask yourself, are you right?
If you don't want to take care of your wife, are you going to stop me from taking care of my mother? I know what I do and I don't have to worry about it."
Jiang Shuirou said it loudly, her face full of stubbornness, but her tears fell involuntarily and could not be stopped. It was because of her father's ruthlessness and her mother's misery that Jiang Shuirou almost no longer believed in any man in the world.
"You..." Jiang Zhenwei's face was livid, and he raised his hand to give Jiang Shuirou a slap, but seeing Jiang Shuirou's tearful and haggard expression, he slowly lowered his hand.
"Okay." Jiang Zhenwei sighed and nodded with a smile on his face: "Do you think it's useful for you to take care of your mother these past few years? Do you think it's useful for you to buy these messy things?
Well, show me how you use it. I won’t go to Hanmingyuan today. I want to see how you can cure your mother’s disease with these stupid things. If you can’t cure it, just go to Hanmingyuan.
, don’t even think about coming here again before the competition.”
"father."
"Use it." Jiang Zhenwei yelled. It was obvious that his daughter's patience was almost exhausted. In any case, Jiang Shuirou is her daughter, Jiang Zhenwei. How could she do such useless things all day long, but her cultivation level has never improved? Then
Wouldn’t he become the laughing stock of Sifang City?
Next month's competition will be the first competition that Jiang Shuirou will participate in as an adult. It would be fine if Jiang Shuirou's qualifications are inherently poor, but Jiang Shuirou is a martial arts genius. He has a genius daughter and so many resources, so he can't
If you get a good ranking, then where do you put your face?
Jiang Zhenwei stared at his daughter closely. Jiang Shuirou had no choice. She knew that her father had always been dissatisfied with her mother's neglect of martial arts practice. If she could not cure her mother's illness, then her care was really useless. How could she convince her father?
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However, Jiang Shuirou knew that these things were useless when she bought them.
Jiang Shuirou poured out all the contents of the black cloth bag, and there was a pile of talismans, pills, medicinal instruments, etc. Jiang Zhenwei frowned as he looked at it, feeling that it was an insult for these rubbish to appear in his home.
A card attracted Jiang Zhenwei's attention.
"What is that?" Jiang Zhenwei asked coldly.
"A treatment card, used to treat mother's illness." Jiang Shuirou replied.
"What? This card will cure your mother's illness?"
As the dean of Hanmingyuan, Jiang Zhenwei has seen cards. Although there is no yellow-level card, if he sees a yellow-level card, Jiang Zhenwei believes that he can recognize it.
But the level of the card that fell on the ground could not be seen. It was not the first martial level, not the yellow level. Maybe it was not a card at all, but just had the shape of a card.
I don’t know whether such a card can exert any medicinal properties, but it can also be used to treat diseases that many masters cannot cure?
"How much did it cost?"
"At an auction, I met a late-stage martial artist and exchanged it for a beauty flower for sixty gold coins."
"Sixty..." Jiang Zhenwei was completely speechless. He felt that he was going crazy because of his daughter. If it were another person, Jiang Zhenwei would definitely laugh. How stupid would he be to do such a thing? Spend sixty
A gold coin and a beauty flower were exchanged for a useless card.
Or was it exchanged from the hands of a late-stage martial artist who has a healing card? This is so ridiculous. There are such heroes in Sifang City, how can I not know it? How retarded would it be to believe this?
This kind of nonsense?
If this was revealed, not only would Jiang Shuirou be embarrassed, but others would also laugh at Jiang Zhenwei for giving birth to a mentally retarded daughter.
Only now did Jiang Zhenwei realize the seriousness of the problem. His daughter was originally a smart girl, but now she was driven crazy by his wife's illness. If he didn't take her to Hanmingyuan, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"You start treating me now with these nonsense things of yours. Quick, try them all on me. I want you to see for yourself how crazy you are."
Jiang Shuirou glanced at the treatment card. All these things should be considered the most trivial, but the most expensive. Jiang Shuirou didn't know how to argue with her father about this card, because she was indeed fooled.
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Although he knew his father's plan, if these things could not make his mother improve, he would force him to go to Hanming Academy to learn martial arts. When the time comes, he would not be able to find a reason to refuse, and even if he refused, his father would not allow it anymore.
But these things are meant to be used, and sooner or later you will have to face the consequences. It doesn't matter if you don't use them in front of your father.
Jiang Shuirou could only take out one magic weapon, and according to the instructions of the Taoist priest who gave him the magic weapon, he waved it at a beautiful woman who looked to be in her thirties lying on the bed. Jiang Zhenwei looked on with a cold face. He knew the result.
, but he needs his daughter to face failure.
"Pro."
Jiang Shuirou shouted and waved the magic weapon three times. The beautiful woman still lay quietly without any change. Jiang Zhenwei snorted coldly and waited for Jiang Shuirou to take something.
Looking at her mother who was still in a coma, Jiang Shuirou's eyes turned red. She had failed again. It had been three years. Although she had never given up, Jiang Shuirou couldn't cry out to anyone about the pain. Every time the treatment failed, she missed it.
He threw himself into his mother's arms and cried bitterly.
Jiang Shuirou supported her body and continued to use the next item, a talisman. The talisman burned and ashes floated in the air, but it was still useless.
Jiang Zhenwei was like watching a child perform, watching Jiang Shuirou try one thing after another, without exception, everything was as he expected.
The only thing he can admire is his daughter's perseverance. If he had failed two or three things, he would have thrown all these miscellaneous things into the garbage.
But Jiang Shuirou was able to complete the test in the same way. Jiang Zhenwei really didn't know whether to say that Jiang Shuirou was persistent or stupid, persistent or stubborn. This was simply crazy.
A large bag of things was all used up, but the beautiful woman didn't respond at all. In the end, only the waste card was left.