At three in the morning, Wei Tu checked his biological clock, rubbed his sleepy eyes, got up from the kang bed, put on a coat in the dark, and went to the stable outside to light a lamp and start feeding the horses.,As if sensing Weitu's thoughts, the golden seal blazed with light and transformed into two lines of text floating in Weitu's mind.,The three, martial artists who risk their lives on the battlefield, are mostly idle people without a proper occupation and find it difficult to end well.。