Chapter 13 Is a dog that loves to rub against people?

"ah?"

The voice seemed not to understand, and repeated itself.

"read?"

The one who heard human voices was a monster living in the mountains. There were no teachers on the mountains, and besides, he hadn't come down the mountain for three years. He had even been flipping through old storybooks over and over again.

It can be said that Wen Rensheng is now completely illiterate.

"Didn't you want to be a great hero?" He Mu looked at him with a smug expression. "Then read some books first, and then cultivate the Tao."

After saying that, he picked up a white armband hanging from his waist and gestured for Wenrensheng to reach out.

Hearing the voice, he obediently stretched out his hands in front of Mu.

He Mu took his hand, lifted the sleeve of his robe, and slowly wrapped armbands around his forearm.

As he continued to pester him, he said, "Most of the chivalrous heroes and vigilantes in the martial world are well-educated and rarely illiterate. If you want to become a great hero, you must study."

Hearing the voice, he looked down at He Mu's movements. He was a little ticklish, and his fingers curled up slightly.

“I’ve read a lot of storybooks,” Wenrensheng asked cautiously, “Does that count as having read a lot of books?”

He Mu said, "Of course not."

That's it, he's illiterate.

Hearing voices, I thought sadly.

He immediately pouted, like a child who had made a mistake, and didn't utter a sound.

He Mu buried his head in the armband, wrapped it around half of Wenrensheng's palm, cut it, and tied it up. Only then did he look up and notice Wenrensheng's depressed mood.

"Are you unhappy?" He Mu couldn't help but laugh. "Because you don't want to study?"

Hearing the voice, he counted on his fingers with difficulty, "Then I'll start studying now, go to the academy at the foot of the mountain every day, and study for a year. A year is... three hundred..."

He mumbled calculations for a long time, then suddenly looked up at He Mu, casting a pleading look at him.

"Is one year of study enough?" Wenren asked pitifully. "I want to become a great hero as soon as possible."

"What are you thinking about?"

He Mu looked helplessly at Wen Rensheng and pinched the child's cheek.

Kids will be kids; even their thoughts are so naive.

Regardless of whether Wen Rensheng can go from illiterate to a great Confucian scholar in just one year, Mu will have to spend a lot of effort just to achieve the fusion of the Heavenly Spiritual Root.

The half of the Heavenly Spiritual Root that Chen Lian had taken away had been completely extracted back by He Mu using magic. However, after this half of the Heavenly Spiritual Root was separated from the body, its growth rate went out of control, and its current power had long exceeded the limit that Wenren Sheng could withstand.

In other words, it does not recognize a master now.

He Mu had to find a way to suppress its temper before introducing the spiritual root into Wenrensheng's body. Moreover, Wenrensheng needed to undergo a period of seclusion and cultivation to prevent the spiritual root from backfiring.

After the Heavenly Spiritual Root was fully integrated, three or four years had passed, and Wen Rensheng had grown into a big child.

By then, it's uncertain whether Wen Rensheng will still want to be a chivalrous hero.

"Ah, no way..." Wen Rensheng said disappointedly, "Okay, then I'll take a little more time. It's okay, I'm not in a hurry."

He said "no rush," but his expression clearly betrayed his reluctance when he heard voices.

After the incident with the Guiyi Sword Sect, his desire to become stronger grew even stronger. Even in his dream just now, he fantasized about becoming a great hero and the number one swordsman in the world, feeling incredibly happy.

He was very eager, like a child who had just received a treasure and couldn't wait to play with it all day.

But there was another reason why he didn't want to study.

If he became a student at the academy, he wouldn't be able to spend the whole day with the mountain god.

The mountain god is his new family, and he doesn't want to be separated from his family yet.

Hearing voices, he couldn't help but sigh.

Sigh... If only the mountain god had taught him to read.

In this way, he wouldn't have to worry about being separated from the mountain god, and he could also ask the mountain god to teach him martial arts, which would be killing two birds with one stone.

Thinking of this, Wen Rensheng suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

He roused himself, grabbed He Mu's arms with both hands, and asked again, "Then, then, who will be my teacher?"

He Mu smiled and asked, "Who do you want to teach you?"

Hearing the voice, she quickly glanced at He Mu, then hurriedly looked away, saying in an attempt to cover up her misunderstanding, "If it's not you... that's fine too!"

He Mu pointed to his face, looking at Wen Rensheng with some difficulty.

He wanted to teach, but unfortunately, he himself hadn't received much formal education.

Before ascending to heaven, Mu Feisheng worked as a bodyguard, assassin, and protector. After ascending, he even won a battle for the Heavenly Court. His professions were mostly involving knives and guns.

Although I haven't lived for hundreds of years and am still illiterate, I'm still not quite ready to be a teacher.

He Mu wanted to refuse outright, but when he heard someone's voice, he saw them staring at him with big, bright eyes, their expectation practically blinding.

For the first time, Mu felt fear in the gaze of a child.

He shifted uncomfortably.

I closed my eyes, then opened them again.

Even though he could hear voices, his gaze was sharp and clear, like a puppy's, staring intently at him.

"..."

After a moment, Mu couldn't take it anymore and finally raised his hand to cover his eyes where he heard the voice.

"...Okay, I understand."

He sighed.

"I will teach you."

Hearing the voice, his face instantly lit up like a flower. He dodged He Mu's hand, excitedly grabbed He Mu's protective bowl, and couldn't help but jump up and down on the spot.

"Great!" he exclaimed happily.

In that case, he would be willing to study. Anyway, he would be with his favorite mountain god, and it wouldn't matter if it took another hundred years!

He was so excited to hear human voices. The thought that the mountain god would always be with him made him feel like he was soaking in honey water, and his mood was sweet.

Overjoyed, he couldn't help but rush forward and hug He Mu tightly.

"I'm so happy," he buried his face in Mu's arms, rubbing his head against hers, "...I really like it."

He Mu was caught off guard when the little sparrow pounced on him, leaving his hands frozen in mid-air.

Looking down, he saw a little gray ball of a head that kept nuzzling against him, its round head babbling incoherently. It was incredibly cute.

He Mu chuckled softly and pinched Wen Rensheng's nape with one hand.

"Does it like to rub against people so much? Is it a puppy?"

Hearing this, Wen Rensheng suddenly woke up.

That's just...too abrupt!

He quickly released his embrace, his cheeks flushing crimson.

He didn't dare meet He Mu's gaze for a moment, and could only hurriedly explain while clutching the hem of his clothes.

“That’s how family is,” he paused, then said in a deliberately mature tone, “You’ll get used to it gradually.”

After saying that, he ignored Mu's reaction and started humming a song to himself, then left the room awkwardly.

*

After making a promise with the mountain god, Wen Rensheng felt relieved.

Although they had agreed to study, Wen Rensheng had just woken up and his stomach was growling with hunger, so he had no interest in studying at all.

He and Mu then made two simple bamboo hats, and the two of them secretly went down the mountain to visit the night market in Xiangcheng.

Xiangcheng is not considered a wealthy place in the lower realm, and the various sects of the immortals do not pay much attention to it. Apart from the Guiyi Sword Sect, which has been reorganized after its collapse, there are no other powerful gangs here.

Because of this, the lives of the people of Xiangcheng are relatively stable.

Hearing voices, she carefully parted the veil of her straw hat with both hands and curiously looked around.

There is no curfew in Xiangcheng, and the night market is much more lively than during the day. All kinds of stalls are set up along the road, and you can't help but look around at the crowds.

However, he prioritized his stomach, sniffing around for the aroma of food.

He Mu casually covered Wen Rensheng's hat with the gauze curtain again and said, "Keep it hidden. You're quite the celebrity now."

Hearing the voice, he looked up at He Mu and asked, puzzled, "What does 'celebrity' mean?"

"It means you are very famous."

After saying this, He Mu, without turning his head, grabbed a string of candied hawthorns from a passing stall and handed it to Wen Rensheng.

Before the stall owner could stop him, He Mu magically tossed out a few pieces of silver from his hand and flicked his finger, hitting the stall owner's palm squarely.

Hearing voices, he caught the candied hawthorn, his eyes shining brightly.

"Wow—this is how the hero buys candied hawthorns!"

“Naive,” He Mu corrected, putting his hands behind his head. “That’s how immortals buy candied hawthorns.”

Hearing the voice, he looked at He Mu, nodded, and said seriously, "Hmm, this is how immortals buy candied hawthorns. I'll be a hero first, and then an immortal."

He smiled and remained silent.

Hearing voices, he put the candied hawthorn to his mouth and took a big bite, then covered his face with satisfaction and exclaimed, "It's so sweet!"

After taking that bite, he remembered what he hadn't finished saying to Mu, and took the initiative to tug at his clothes again.

"And then? Why am I so famous now?"

He let Mu let him pull him along, saying, "Of course it's because of the sword energy you used. You killed a Mahayana cultivator in one go. Even when I was ten years old, I could only kill a Nascent Soul cultivator at most."

Hearing people's voices, he felt embarrassed by their praise and took a reserved bite of the candied hawthorn.

He Mu continued, "When the Sword Sect saw you unleash this sword strike, they knew their chances of winning were slim, and they all knelt down and surrendered."

Hearing a voice ask, "And then? And then?"

"You really want to know?" He Mu suddenly stopped and gestured with his chin toward the candied hawthorn in Wen Rensheng's hand. "Give me a bite."

Hearing the voice, she looked at the half-eaten candied hawthorn in her hand and said somewhat shyly, "But I've already eaten half of it..."

He Mu didn't mind at all. He bent down and, taking advantage of the pause in the conversation, bit off the one he hadn't finished eating.

With a "crunch," he crushed the rock candy, tasted the fruit inside, and frowned slightly.

"Kids really like this stuff?" he said. "It's so sour."

Hearing the voice, he nodded and eagerly returned to the topic: "And then, what did you do after they surrendered?"

“Oh,” He Mu said, “I used the Three Pure Ones Bell to ring them one by one, killing those I could kill, and then disbanded the sect, leaving only the dog in the courtyard.”

He paused, then said,

"It's just a pity that one of them got away in the end."

Hearing a voice, he tilted his head and asked, "Who ran away?"

He Mu said, "That fake Wu Di, when I arrived, he had already disappeared."

"Fake invincibility".

Hearing the voice, he repeated it thoughtfully.

At that moment, his attention was completely focused on the white-bearded old man, and he did not notice the imposter.

It seems they had planned to escape all along.

If he attacked together with that white-bearded elder, Wenrensheng's sword energy might not have had a chance to be unleashed.

Why did they run away? That's strange...

However, after hearing the voices for a short while, he quickly put the doubts out of his mind and dragged He Mu around to buy things and eat.

*

The two of them stayed at the night market until almost midnight.

It wasn't until Mu and I were so tired from hearing all the noise that we finally carried him on our backs and found a secluded corner to use the Shrinking Earth Technique to return to Fangze Mountain.

As soon as he got home, he automatically groped his way to the bedside when he heard voices, took off his outer robe, folded it neatly, and crawled into the quilt to fall fast asleep.

He Mu then arranged the trinkets he had bought in a place before returning to the bedroom to check on the state of the room where people were heard.

As soon as I entered the room, I found that Wen Rensheng had buried himself in the blankets, not a single hair of his was showing.

He Mu sighed helplessly.

He grabbed the corner of the blanket and pulled it back, making a "I knew it" expression on his face.

The child under the blanket was gone, leaving only a droopy-eared wolf cub sleeping with its tail curled up, its fur damp from being covered up.

These past few days, when he fell into a deep sleep upon hearing human voices, the transformation spell was always off, and he would only turn back into a human when he woke up.

The person who could hear the human voice was completely unaware of it and thought he was hiding it well, saying every day that he was a human without a tail.

That's so stupid.

A note from the author:

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The list has reached its character limit, so we'll be taking a break tomorrow.

The original plan was to write 70,000 to 80,000 words on the character development part, which would then cover the story of the boy's childhood. Later on, there would be more romantic subplots.