Prepare for a Rainy Day

"Get lost!"

Wang Xian cursed angrily. "Tomorrow and the day after, you're not going anywhere. Stay home and practice your writing until you can recite that Buddhist scripture by heart!"

For some reason, Wang Xian had taught Feng Hao the most obscure heart mantra from Hanshan Temple.

He made him copy it out and recite it every day.

Just as Wang Xian had once copied Dao Scriptures and recited them at his Kunlun Mountains temple.

Feng Hao was suffering terribly, but he had no choice. He could only rack his brains to memorize it, without caring what a single word meant.

Hu Keke sighed and chuckled. "Crow... Wang Xian treats you even better than he treats me. I've never seen him force me to read or write. He's so good to you..."

Wang Xian heard that and laughed in exasperation.

He clapped his hands, then pointed at Hu Keke. "Fine. Once you and the old man are done and come back, you can copy Dao Scriptures every day—twice a day."

At that, Feng Hao grinned wickedly.

He giggled. "Young master, are you stupid? Back at Moonlit Lake, Wang Xian made you copy Dao Scriptures every day."

Even the little fellow hadn't expected it. Erxian had been gone for nearly three years, and the young master had grown lazier and lazier.

He'd become so lazy that the homework he used to do every day was now something he only remembered to do once in a while.

Only after being reminded would he reluctantly and halfheartedly copy a few characters.

Hu Keke, however, froze at those words.

He stared at Wang Xian and asked blankly, "Then... what about Murong Wan'er?"

At the mention of Murong Wan'er, Wang Xian suddenly remembered something important.

He smiled faintly at the three of them. "Besides finding