Free Wild 17
The younger members of the Purple Star Preparatory Group did not go back, but looked towards the stone house with an indescribable nervousness.
They didn't even bother to compete with each other and just stood outside very properly.
The wounds on Fan Ze's body were not bandaged. His face was frighteningly pale, and he remained motionless. His nails were dug into his palms to stay awake.
Wen Guang wanted to laugh at him, but he himself was not much better.
That man's miraculous move completely ignited the ambition in his heart. Since the rainy season that came against the flow could be pushed back, then could what he had been pursuing have the possibility of being realized?
The door of the stone house was pushed open.
The chiefs and elders came out first, and the last to come out was the young man who didn't seem like an earthly person.
The first thing Ning Ren noticed was the young man standing in the first row, with a long tail. That tail... looked somewhat similar to that of the Mi Clan from ten thousand years later.
But they don't seem to be as tough as the Mi people.
In such an occasion, there was naturally no need for him to speak actively. He stood quietly at the back, listening to the elders' instructions to the young men.
The elder said, "The man behind me is Mr. Ning. He will be your future teacher. You must respect your teacher as you would respect Heaven and Earth and your parents." He had just learned this from Ning Ren, and the elder felt it sounded quite impressive. "Next, we will find a spacious underground space for Mr. Ning's teaching during the rainy season."
"Except for the top thirty from the last competition, who must stay, the rest are entirely up to you and your tribe! Of course, the spots are limited, and those who choose to stay will be screened based on your performance in the last competition and your record from this hunt!"
At this time, there were still a few hours before the rainy season arrived, and a group of leaders had already left to urgently prepare the underground teaching venue.
This is no small project.
Underground places are easy to find. They have dug underground houses long ago to avoid the rainy season over the years.
But these places are not beautiful or comfortable. How can a person like Mr. Ning be allowed to live in such a place? They must be cleaned up.
Also, there are many daily necessities to prepare, oh yes, you must have a chef who can cook delicious food!
The chief of the musky bird tribe thought more about it and whispered in his confidant's ear, asking him to go to the witch doctor to call someone and bring enough medicinal herbs to accompany Mr. Ning to live underground.
Although Mr. Ning has not asked for it now, considering Mr. Ning's strength, their actions may be a bit redundant... but everything still needs to be prepared early. It may not be needed, but it cannot be absent.
Not all members of the Purple Star Reserve Group want to stay.
At least after the elders said that they would only force the top thirty to stay, two or three percent of the younger generations breathed a sigh of relief.
They were all young men and women who had realized that they were not Purple Stars. Some of them were old enough and had found their partners during the Great Hunt and were planning to have offspring during the rainy season, while others had other concerns and wanted to wait and see.
This implicitly involves the interests of various tribes.
Ning Ren stood here for a while and was then invited back into the house.
In a short while, a temporary stone bed for rest was set up inside the clean stone house. The animal skin was made of high-quality soft material. Although it was not as good as the snow fox fur that Guhuo Bird had hunted for him personally, it was not much worse.
"Just take a rest. We'll come back to invite you when everything is ready."
"Our leader has placed two tribesmen outside to serve you. If you need anything, just give them a direct order."
Ning Ren responded. Since no one was looking at him, he felt at ease.
He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at his clog-like straw sandals.
This mysterious and powerful 'visitor from afar' felt a sympathetic feeling and murmured to himself, "The straw sandals I weave are really good."
The live broadcast room was filled with hahahaha:
[So cute! Ah Zai really praises himself often. He even praises the sturdy straw sandals he made. Hahaha]
[Hahahaha, when Azai Tiankong was showing off, we were the only ones who saw him twirling his toes. His straw sandals didn't break even after all that twirling, so they must be very sturdy, right? Hahahaha]
[Originally he was so handsome, but when I saw his toes I couldn’t help laughing hahahaha]
[Azai really doesn’t look like a blind person now. I feel like no one has noticed. Who else is blind like him? (Leans back)]
[The more serious they are, the more embarrassed I feel hahaha]
[Azi: A little shock for everyone who was blank on mental power skills ten thousand years ago.jpg]
[Speaking of which, didn’t Zaizai carve two stones? He used one, but where is the other?]
Ning Ren sat down for a while and felt that he needed to work on his thick skin, especially when it came to lying, he couldn't let anyone find out.
He suddenly sighed in his heart.
Back then, he hated being lied to the most. At first, he was angry because his father lied to him... What did his father lie to him about?
Ning Ren was stunned for a second, and tried to recall for a moment, but found that he could not remember the reason for this incident.
A blank.
Only when I think about it so much that it gives me a headache, do one or two blurry lights and shadows occasionally flash by.
“…”
The torches hanging on both sides of the stone wall swayed.
It turns out that forgetting had already begun when he didn't know.
Ning Ren looked down at his palms, and suddenly a strong sense of urgency arose in his heart. The embarrassment that had lingered because of the fake acting just now disappeared in an instant.
He called out to the two clever tribesmen waiting outside, "Go and ask your chief to gather bark and bamboo. The more the better."
"yes."
The two tribesmen quickly agreed and went out to find the leaders.
When this matter reached the ears of the elder, the old man exclaimed.
Because he remembered that Mr. Ning had already mentioned to him the matter of preparing a large amount of bark and bamboo.
Is it because this matter is very important that I bring it up again?
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A few hours passed in a flash.
All the available labor force was mobilized, but only half of the underground school space that Ning Ren needed was prepared.
This is a large underground space used to avoid the cold during the Great Cold more than ten years ago. It was originally half-abandoned and had collapsed parts. It was only used to store things, but now it is fully utilized.
There are two floors in total.
In fact, they didn't know what to do specifically, so they only left a floor for the younger members of the Purple Star Preparatory Group to live in, and another floor was used to store the various materials required by Ning Ren.
However, several collapsed areas are still under repair.
"Hurry up! Everyone hurry up! Otherwise it will rain and we will be doomed."
"It won't happen quickly. It's all compacted down here. It all needs to be re-drained and reinforced with a layer of hard rock."
"Yes, people live in there now, so we have to leave ventilation and smoke vents."
It should have been dawn by now, but dark clouds covered the sky, and the thunderclouds and lightning that had dispersed a few hours ago gathered again.
Ning Ren walked out the door to look.
The thin shirt on his body was blown up by the wind. The elder watching him felt that Mr. Ning was too thin.
The wind in the rainy season is really annoying.
Even though he had a layer of mental power protecting him, he still subconsciously felt an itchy throat. In his memories of the past four years, this wind was always associated with bitter and unpalatable medicine.
Not far away, several wizards who were already quite old were pushing each other. They seemed to have a lot of questions to ask, but they didn't dare to come over.
Ning Ren noticed it, but ignored it: "It's not done yet, it's going to rain soon."
The elder said: "Alas, this place has been abandoned for too long, and time is urgent. We need to prepare a lot of supplies... Don't worry, just wait inside. I'll call you when it's repaired."
Ning Ren: "Rain and thunder are very dangerous for you. Besides," he looked at the people who were repairing the underground and moving stones. Some of them stayed to help. The tribe was actually very far away from here, "there are still many people here who have no spiritual power..."
The elder sighed, "There's nothing we can do. They won't leave even if we chase them away. They're forced to stay and help. Most of them are relatives of these young people who are suspected to be Purple Star. They ran faster than anyone else when it rained a few hours ago, but now... they're all for the children."
Time is running out.
There was no way. There was only one large-scale collective activity along the river bank, the big hunt, and Ning Ren had no extra options.
Fortunately, he still has a cheat device.
"If I give you another hour and a half, can you finish it?"
The elder smiled and said, "Of course, that's possible. We can also spare some time for them to go home."
Ning Ren breathed a sigh of relief.
That's good.
The [Weather Changer] only lasted an hour and a half at best, and there was a limit of three per purchase. If an hour and a half wasn't enough, he'd have to buy another one—and it would cost a lot of money!
Ning Ren formed seals with his hands, and the gorgeous seal formation appeared in the sky again.
He withdrew his hand and said calmly, "Then please do it within this hour and a half."
Elder: “…”
His expression changed from a kind and smiling face to a stiff one. He pressed his hand against his heart and asked, "What do you mean by this?"
Ning Ren looked at him: "The rain has been delayed for an hour and a half."
After a pause, Ning Ren made a correction: "It's because the rain fell prematurely and violated the heaven's time. It was wrong in the first place, so I can use the forbidden technique to postpone it. Under normal circumstances, this forbidden technique cannot be used."
He can't overdo it to avoid future purchase restrictions. If someone asks him to postpone the rain next rainy season and he can't do it, it would be a slap in the face.
In short, all rights of interpretation must be in his hands.
The elder's heart was in turmoil.
Even if it can only be used in extremely rare circumstances, it is something that has never been recorded in their inheritance!
Ning Ren's move directly deepened the impression of his unfathomable strength in the eyes of everyone. He didn't notice where the young men who were standing outside just now had gone, so he followed the elder's instructions and went to walk around first.
Just like he said.
Even though the sky was overcast, there was no thunder, lightning or heavy rain for more than an hour.
The wizards were full of doubts but didn't dare to ask.
This was actually the first time they had seen the Fated Purple Star, which was not in the legend, and they especially wanted to ask how this Purple Star had awakened.
But they didn't know if it was an illusion, but they always felt that Mr. Ning seemed unwilling to pay attention to them.
Finally, they all pushed a young wizard with a soft and kind face to go underground to serve as a servant to feed Mr. Ning, and 'by the way' to see if they could learn more secrets about the stars.
…
The hour and a half finally passed.
After all the repairs were completed, heavy rain fell and the tribesmen who had been repairing the area returned home.
Ning Ren reached the second underground floor.
This is where he usually rests, and the room next to it is where the witch doctor who was invited to stay with him is.
His room was extremely spacious, filled with peeled tree bark, tortoise shells, bamboo, and various stones. Ning Ren saw several sets of uncolored leather on the stone table.
He asked the child following behind him to inform the teenagers waiting for him to lecture them on the basement floor to rest, as the formal teaching would begin in three days.
Then he took some bark, ground a black stone into powder, added water and glue, and made a simple pigment that could leave a mark on the bark.
Ning Ren plucked a feather from his own body, dipped it in the paint and tried to write three words on the first piece of bark -
"Memoirs".
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