Free Wild 20

The rainy season brings cold weather.

A quick flash of silver light appeared in the air.

Ning Ren used medium-distance space travel to the extreme. Another layer of black mental power lightly wrapped around his body, swallowing up all the cold wind and rain coming towards him.

Ning Ren pulled his clothes tighter, concentrating on preventing himself from catching a cold.

He knew the way to the medicine man very well. Every rainy season, his mother would bring him there, braving the wind and rain for him. It was still the same road, but he was the one running for others.

Ning Ren accurately found the owl witch doctor's home and slipped in.

But the space underground was too low, so he just stayed at the door of the basement.

He didn't try to conceal his presence. As soon as his front foot landed, a young voice rang out from behind him: "Huh? Who are you?"

Ning Ren turned around.

This young owl, the granddaughter of the owl medicine man, blinked her eyes and carried a medicine basket on her wings, as if she was going to the basement to check the herbs.

In the past two years, the owl witch doctor has entrusted many trivial matters to her.

Ning Ren: "Hello little one, I am Mr. Ning from the academy. My student's wound has festered, and the sheep witch doctor said there is only one herb, Ziyeqing. I came here to get some."

"Ah! It's you!"

The little owl's eyes widened. She had heard of this! The tribes had worked together to build a massive underground school. And this Mr. Ning had such extraordinary abilities. He was truly impressive!

"Wait a moment, I'll get it right away."

She hurriedly put down the medicine basket, pushed open the basement door, and rushed in.

Ning Ren squatted in front of the one-meter-high door, waiting for the little owl to come out.

"Where's your grandfather?"

"Do you know my grandfather?"

"...Yeah, I heard about it from the sheep witch doctor."

"He's old and not very energetic, so I came here to take care of him. Just now, when I came down to check on the herbs, he was saying that there's no telling when the little ancestor of the Guhuo Bird family will come back this year." The little owl grunted and pulled out a large bag, saying as he searched.

"When I saw your back, I thought you were the ancestor of the Guhuo Bird, hahaha."

The little owl is younger than the students in his school. He is more curious about Ning Ren than in awe of him and is very friendly.

After listening to this, Ning Ren suddenly felt a sense of longing in his heart.

In fact, he had only been away from home for four days so far.

He sighed softly.

I haven't eaten the strange-tasting but non-toxic foods my mother made for four days, and I'm still a little uncomfortable.

“Found it!”

The little owl carefully placed the purple leaves into a clean bag and stuffed some other medicinal herbs in it. The bag was bulging and heavy.

"It's too dangerous to travel during the rainy season. I've brought you some extra herbs. I've also prepared some other medicinal herbs. Just give them to the Sheep Witch Doctor when you get back." The little owl handed the packed package to Ning Ren. "Be careful on the road. Try not to let the herbs get wet, as they'll spoil easily."

Ning Ren: "Thank you very much, little one. I will ask the tribe to deliver the replacement items after the rainy season. I will owe you for now."

The little owl nodded: "I know."

Ning Ren did not waste too much time. It was a waste to hold up the mental barrier all the time just to block the wind. In addition, the space teleportation consumed a lot of energy, which put too much pressure on his mental power, which was already in an empty state.

He protected the medicinal herbs and avoided the dangerous sea of ​​thunder. The power of thunderclouds in ancient times was stronger than that ten thousand years later. He was hit by two aftermaths before he could dodge.

When he was halfway there, he suddenly stopped, hesitated for half a second, turned around, and walked in another direction even faster.

-

Ancient tree.

A warm, tiny flame danced on the third floor of the ancient tree.

At Ning Ren's repeated request, a palm-sized window was installed on the third floor, but it was made of a whole piece of polished translucent colored stone - a precious gem in later generations.

Because it was strong enough and could prevent the cubs from falling, the Guhuo bird reluctantly agreed.

At this time, inside the ancient tree, the young bird was standing with its head held high and chest puffed out, leaning against the wall.

"Mom, are you okay?"

Night Heron: "Don't stand on tiptoe."

“…Ah.”

The young bird quietly put down its tiptoed feet, then pulled the feathers on its head to make itself look taller.

The night heron's nails scratched the wall at the same level as the chick.

Compared to last time, it's a little higher.

She smiled and said, "Yuan has grown taller!"

The young bird nodded: "Of course, I always eat well!"

The night heron patted the young bird's head and said, "Okay, go to sleep. Mommy is going to teach you how to read this rainy season."

"No, let's play puddle jumping together."

"Ah...but what should I do if Mom always loses to the clever Yuan?" Ye Lu sighed pretending to be sad.

"Then, then Yuan, just give in to Mom. Let's play three rounds... or two rounds."

"Okay, you have to let mommy do what she wants."

The mother and son took out a piece of leather with a square drawn on it and a circle on the right side of the cross. This was a simple game similar to Gobang.

There was thunder and lightning outside, and wind and rain, but it was warm and comfortable inside.

Ning Ren was floating outside the small window on the third floor of the ancient tree. The light coming through the small window fell on him, and half of his body was shrouded in a faint glow.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and tenderness seemed to surge in his lifeless pupils. He stretched out his hand, removed the mental protection on his fingertips, and gently pressed it against the transparent gem.

The cold rain hit his fingertips, and he felt the ordinary yet precious warmth through the gem.

How could the mother lose such a simple game to a stupid kid? She just didn't want him to be sad because of the rumors outside that he was stupid, so she found different ways to praise his intelligence every day.

The Blood Linked Puppet is connected to his breath and consciousness, and its every move and behavioral reaction are set to resemble his three-year-old self - this is the auxiliary error correction setting of the Blood Linked Puppet, in order to prevent him from falling into a coma and losing consciousness, or for other reasons, causing the puppet to behave abnormally.

Even though he can communicate with his mother through the puppet every day, it is not his real body after all, but only a replica that carries a trace of his consciousness.

If he hadn't come to save the world, could he have had a complete family relationship from birth to old age, from you raising me to me taking care of you...

In this vast world, at this moment it seemed as if he was the only one left.

The pervasive loneliness and overwhelming solitude invaded his fingertips, skin and bones through the cold rain and fog.

A soft sigh.

Ye Lu turned his head without warning and looked through the small window with a puzzled look.

She scratched her head, put down the stones she was playing with, and leaned against the window to look out.

The rain was pouring down and the sky and the earth were covered with fog.

"Mother?"

"My dear, wait a moment, Mommy will go out and take a look."

She comforted the young bird, and the next second she appeared outside with the Nirvana Fire.

There was nothing unusual. The pond was empty. The little blue fish had long been moved to the bottom layer of the ancient tree, where it lay there feeling aggrieved.

Night Heron frowned.

illusion?

She had just clearly felt another breath, which gave her a strange yet familiar feeling.

The small window was tapped twice.

Night Heron turned his head.

The young bird jumped twice in the small window, holding a small stone in its hand, urging her to come back quickly.

Ye Lu's eyes softened.

"Here I come."

-

A few miles away.

Ning Ren breathed a sigh of relief.

Why does it feel like Mom is becoming more and more perceptive... Is it because her strength is increasing, or is it because she was too careless just now?

His mother hadn't gone on the big hunt, so she hadn't seen him. Ning Ren was a little scared, worried about how to explain if he was recognized. It was fine during the rainy season and the following winter, as his mother wouldn't go out for his health.

When spring comes, he must find a way to avoid it and try not to see her if possible.

-

underground.

Fan Zeshao is already talking nonsense.

I barely drank all the medicine for treating the high fever, and after the temperature dropped a little, it rose again.

Ning Ren arrived just in time, and the mental barrier dissipated, and the coldness outside disappeared. He immediately placed the medicinal herbs he had carefully protected in his arms on the stone table, "How is he?"

The sheep witch doctor exclaimed in surprise, "So fast!"

He quickly checked the herbs and picked up a purple, dried leaf. "Yes, yes! That's it! Sir, you've returned just in time. There's still time."

He turned his head and asked, "Are you okay?"

Ning Ren: "It's okay, let's show it to the kid first."

"Okay then," the sheep witch doctor said without saying anything more and hurried to grind the medicine powder.

He was quick and nimble, having already prepared everything he needed long before Ning Ren arrived. All he needed now was Zi Ye Qing. Once the medicine arrived, he quickly ground it with water into a black lump.

The sheep witch doctor took a sharp stone and burned it over the fire for a while, then dug out the pus and blood from Fan Ze's body and applied a medicine ball on it.

The bitter aroma of medicine filled the air.

Ning Ren coughed a few times with his lips against his lips.

His left hand had been soaked in rainwater from touching the small window, and even now, it hadn't warmed up, causing his entire forearm to feel cold. While the Nirvana Fire could warm him, he didn't dare let even a little bit of the Nirvana Fire within him leak out.

Shi Xiaochun was a little worried: "Sir?"

Ning Ren was about to speak when he coughed a few more times and felt a familiar itchy feeling in his lungs.

“…”

He was silent for a second, then touched his forehead with the back of his right hand, which was at normal temperature.

very good.

A little hot.

It's already a sign of illness.

Ning Ren felt a headache. Why did this body feel even more fragile than the previous one? He was really trying very hard to protect himself!

"Sir! What's wrong with your arm?" Shi Xiaochun suddenly screamed.

"arm?"

Ning Ren lowered his head and lifted his sleeve to his forearm. There were several tiny wounds on it, left by the confrontation between mental power and lightning.

Only after Shi Xiaochun reminded him did he feel a little pain.

"It's no big deal. This injury will heal soon." But with his physical condition, it will take a lot longer.

After applying medicine to Fan Ze, the sheep witch doctor said, "Sir, let me take a look at your wound."

Ning Ren stretched out his arm.

The wound was indeed shallow, and the Sheep Witch Doctor felt relieved. "Well, every few years, someone gets injured while fighting lightning. Yours is considered light, sir. I'll make you some medicine to apply later."

"Thank you."

"Don't worry, after applying the ointment, sir, no matter how slowly the wound heals, there will be no scar left in three days." The sheep witch doctor said with a smile.

Ning Ren coughed lightly and said, "Let's boil an extra portion of the medicine for the fever."

Sheep Witch Doctor: "? Let me see."

Ning Ren avoided his hand that was trying to feel his pulse and told the truth: "I caught a cold after going out. I'm not feeling well. This has happened to me before. There's no need to see the witch doctor."

But he wouldn't feel at ease without taking her pulse.

The sheep witch doctor's beard was tangled to his eyebrows, but when he saw Ning Ren's calm and indifferent profile, he swallowed back his words of persuasion.

He had no choice but to do as he was told.

Ning Ren went to the bedside and looked at Fan Ze.

As expected, the young man was in good health. How long did it take to apply the medicine? After the wounds on his body were treated, he felt better and his breathing became much smoother.

Ning Ren touched his palm and found that the temperature was returning to normal.

He held Fan Ze's wrist, and his mental power circulated within the boy's body for a few times, and the energy in Fan Ze's meridians became much smoother.

Ning Ren let go of his hand.

He has done everything he should do. This kid needs to be more motivated and wake up early to go to class.

During this time, the witch doctor Yang had already boiled the medicine, and Shi Xiaochun brought it over.

Fan Ze opened his eyes a little in a daze.

He felt like he was about to die, and his whole body felt as uncomfortable as if he was in a furnace. Then suddenly a cool rain rescued him, and a very gentle mental power seemed to surge in his meridians.

This mental power made his blood surge. Although they had no relationship at all, he felt as if he were a relative connected by blood.

In a trance of vision.

He saw the profile of a handsome white-haired figure. The man frowned slightly and drank the medicine one sip at a time.

Not his father, nor his mother.

yes……

It’s the teacher.

Before he realized what he felt, Fan Ze blinked his eyes slightly and fell unconscious again.