Chapter 12 What do you mean by "going to school"? I don't understand.
Once the coldest days of winter are over, the snow on Fangze Mountain gradually melts away.
Wen Rensheng remembered that during his first winter in Fangze Mountain, he spent the winter in a rabbit hutch.
Those rabbits always liked to huddle together to sleep. When they heard human voices, they were still young and didn't like to talk, so they would find a small corner and curl up their tails to sleep.
But every time he woke up, he would hear voices and find himself surrounded by a large group of fluffy rabbits, so hot that his fur would stick up all over his body.
"Hmm..."
This is the feeling I get when I hear human voices now.
He was wrapped up in something like a blanket and couldn't move at all. In a daze, he thought he had returned to the little corner of the rabbit's burrow and that he would have to go to the grassland to forage for food with the chief after he woke up.
"I want to eat... steamed buns..."
Hearing someone's voice, she turned over with her eyes closed and mumbled indistinctly.
"So greedy?" He vaguely heard a young voice respond, "How many do you want to eat?"
Hearing the voice, he felt he could already smell the aroma of dough and meat filling. He gripped the blankets with both hands and slowly replied, "...several."
After answering that question, I heard a soft sigh from the person next to me, who said, "Shouldn't you get up? If you sleep any longer, you won't get any food."
……wake up?
Hearing a voice, he hesitated for a moment.
Oh right, he's still sleeping.
Previously, he fought alone at the Guiyi Sword Sect, dealing with two sword cultivators at once. It was also his first time using a sword, and he had almost exhausted his spiritual energy after just one swing.
After all that hard work, you definitely need to get a good night's sleep to replenish your energy. Even a mountain god with supernatural powers can't work non-stop.
but……
Come to think of it, has he forgotten something?
"..."
"ah!"
Hearing voices, he suddenly opened his eyes.
"The Heavenly Spiritual Root hasn't been retrieved yet!"
The warm sunlight suddenly burst into his field of vision, so bright that it hurt his eyes when he heard voices. He quickly covered his eyes and calmed his heart, which had been pounding wildly since he was suddenly awakened.
Oh no! After defeating that swordsman, he fainted from exhaustion and doesn't remember anything after that.
Hearing voices, he groped around the bedside haphazardly.
The demon has disappeared. And what about the mountain god? Did he break through the encirclement?
Where am I now?
Wenren Sheng, who had just woken up, was completely confused. His pupils were not even focused, and he only had time to look around in a panic.
He seemed to be in a monk's quarters in a Zen temple. Nearby was a floor paved with blue bricks, and several freehand paintings with simple and unadorned brushstrokes hung on the plain white walls. Outside the door, one could vaguely see a few incense burners, from which wisps of smoke were rising.
The room still had a faint, pleasant aroma of wood incense.
Upon hearing the voice, his pupils slowly focused, but his consciousness had not yet reacted, and he appeared completely dazed.
"Finally awake?"
The voice that had been talking to me in my sleep sounded again.
Hearing voices, he quickly turned to look at the edge of the bed and saw the familiar figure.
"It's exactly the eighth day you've been asleep. Congratulations on waking up."
He nodded in agreement upon hearing the voices.
He had changed out of his heavy armor and red cloak, and now wore a black and white Taoist robe with a belted waist. His ponytail was casually tied up, making him look much more approachable.
Upon seeing He Mu, the bewilderment on Wen Rensheng's face finally faded, and he revealed a joyful expression. He immediately lifted the covers and sat on the edge of the bed, looking up at him obediently.
Where am I?
"Hmm..." He Mu stroked his chin and pondered for a moment before saying, "My home?"
"Your home," the voice repeated.
That must be the temple on Mount Yoshizawa, right?
He had seen it from afar many times, and even mustered the courage to approach it once.
He remembered what the temple doors looked like; the years of wind and frost had stained the bronze and iron with a pale, dull color, indicating that it must have been a very dilapidated place.
I never expected it to be so new and clean inside.
I've never stayed in such a nice place before.
He happily touched the soft bedding beneath him and said, "The mountain god's house is so beautiful."
“I’m telling you…” He Mu sighed and said, “Why don’t you take better care of yourself?”
Hearing the voice, he tilted his head in confusion: "What do you mean?"
He clicked his tongue and said, "When we first met, the clothes you were wearing were ones you picked up from the mountain, right? When I was packing your things, I found that the clothes had at least five or six holes in them."
He gestured with his arm around his shoulder, shaking his head as he said, "Why do you have to suffer so much?"
Hearing the voice but not understanding the implied meaning, he looked down and realized that his tattered clothes had been replaced with comfortable undergarments.
Not only that, but a set of gilded robes, a style he had never seen before, was neatly folded at the foot of the bed.
"This is..." someone exclaimed in surprise, "Whose clothes are these?"
"What do you think?" He Mu raised an eyebrow. "You're the only child here."
!!
In other words, this was a gift from the mountain god!
Upon hearing the voice, her eyes lit up, and she immediately wanted to climb out of bed to try on her new clothes.
However, halfway through the action, the sound of voices suddenly reminded him of something, and his enthusiasm vanished instantly.
He quietly sat back down on the edge of the bed without saying a word.
He Mu hadn't figured out what the child was thinking. He saw that the child was as happy as a little sparrow just a moment ago, but suddenly became quiet. He thought that the child was not feeling well again.
He then knelt down and asked with concern, "What's wrong, Shengsheng? Are you feeling unwell?"
Hearing the voice, she obediently shook her head and said, "I don't feel unwell."
He Mu asked in confusion, "Then why are you suddenly unhappy?"
Hearing the voice, a blush rose on his face. He avoided He Mu's gaze and asked cautiously, "Did the Mountain God retrieve the Heavenly Spirit Root?"
He Mu nodded and said, "Yes, I'll put it in my Qiankun Sleeve for now. I'll transfer it into your body once you've recovered a bit."
A voice said, "Then... has the mountain god completed his mission this time?"
He Mu hummed in response, seemingly sensing that Wen Rensheng wanted to say something, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
Hearing a voice, she swayed her leg awkwardly and said shyly:
"Then, what about what you promised me..."
Before Wenren could finish speaking, He Mu cupped his face in her hands, leaned closer, and said, "I remember."
"You want a family, don't you?"
Upon hearing this, Wen Rensheng's nose instantly stung with tears.
All the grievances and unhappiness hidden in his heart seemed to be on the verge of collapse at this moment. A thin layer of mist condensed in his light blue eyes, and he would easily shed tears.
Hearing the voice, she looked at He Mu with teary eyes and pitifully hummed in agreement.
Seeing his aggrieved expression, He Mu felt a strange warmth in her heart.
He released his grip, tucked the hair behind his ear where he heard the voice, and said softly, "Would you be willing to let me adopt you?"
adoption……
That is, that is, to become, every family... family...
Upon hearing the voice, his face instantly turned as red as a ripe peach. He quickly raised his hand to cover his burning cheeks and looked down hard at his toes.
"willing……"
The sound was as soft as a puppy's bark.
"Hmm?" He Mu pretended not to hear, "You don't want to?"
"No!" Wen Rensheng quickly raised his head and said urgently, "I'm willing, I'm extremely willing!"
Overwhelmed with emotion, she couldn't hold back her tears upon hearing voices, and the clear teardrops slid down her cheeks and rolled down her face.
Feeling ashamed of himself, he quickly raised his arm, intending to wipe his tears with his clothes.
Before he could wipe it off, He Mu grabbed his arm and gently pressed it down, then used her fingertips to wipe away Wen Rensheng's tear stains.
“I have no experience living with anyone. When you told me you wanted to find your family, I didn’t consider myself,” He Mu said. “If you had told me earlier, I would have agreed to it immediately.”
During the days when Wen Rensheng was unconscious, Mu Buguang bought some clothes at the foot of the mountain and carefully packed Wen Rensheng's tattered little bundle.
He first took out the cloak he had sewn himself after hearing people's voices and let it air out, then emptied out all the small pieces of trash from the bundle.
Most of the things in the pile were butterflies and insects that had been picked up from the mountain by the sound of people, except for one thing that was different: a crooked clay figure.
He Mu turned the clay figure over and found that there was a line of clumsy characters carved on the back that read "True Lord Cangyu".
This is actually a sculpt of himself.
Although Mu was reluctant to admit it, he could tell that the child greatly admired him and often came to the temple from afar to pray for him, accumulating a lot of merit for him.
It's hard not to feel sorry for such an obedient child.
Hearing people crying, he choked a little and it took him a while to be able to speak normally.
“I dare not say,” Wenrensheng replied breathlessly, “I feel that you will not agree, and then I will be unhappy, and if I am unhappy, I will not be able to help properly.”
Although he was young, he was exceptionally sensitive, and he couldn't help but overthink even the most insignificant remark.
He Mu patted his head and smiled, "Alright, don't think about sad things anymore. While you were unconscious, I reported the Sword Sect's affairs and requested the Heavenly Court to allow them to stay in the mortal realm temporarily to clean up their own sect. We'll stay at Fangze Mountain for the time being, how about that?"
Hearing the voice, he nodded vigorously: "Yes! I will study magic diligently!"
He Mu then stood up, placed the new robe at the foot of the bed on Wenrensheng's lap, and then lifted a chair to sit opposite Wenrensheng.
"But how did you manage to persuade Se Sha to open the barrier, and how did you manage to kill a Mahayana cultivator on your own?" He Mu asked, raising his face. "You're very impressive. You only have half a spiritual root and you can use 30% of Se Sha's power."
Hearing the voice, she shook off her robe and jumped out of bed. While dressing, she replied, "I just talked to him about it, and then he agreed."
"But when I use the sword, I feel incredibly light," Wen Rensheng said, halfway through putting on his clothes, and couldn't help but start gesturing. "Then I felt like my soul had left my body, and my strength became incredibly great. I just swung the sword like this and unleashed the sword energy!"
Seeing him gesturing wildly while wearing his half-dressed clothes, He Mu couldn't help but cover his face and laugh.
“Oh, that’s amazing,” he said with a smile. “Indeed, the potential of a Heavenly Spiritual Root is limitless. You can do things that many people cannot.”
He blushed at the compliments he received, and his heart leaped with joy. He deliberately kept quiet and put on his new clothes.
"but--"
He Mu changed the subject, looking at Wen Rensheng with a half-smile, and slowly said,
"At your age, shouldn't you be in school?"
A note from the author:
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A little illiterate.
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