Free Wild 18
It's not easy to use.
The brushstrokes are simply too rough, and the scratches left on them are ugly.
Ning Ren only wrote these three words and stopped.
He wrote in a font that would have matured ten thousand years later, but the tribes now were still using pictograms—and even the pictograms had differences and subtle distinctions between the tribes.
He asked the elder for the only stone wall that contained all the hieroglyphs.
It's in his room.
The stone wall is a thin block that is one meter high and two meters wide. The hieroglyphs carved on it are very small. These are generally recognized hieroglyphs. There are also some that were created by each tribe and are only circulated within their own tribe.
To spread knowledge, it is important to standardize writing.
But this is not something that can be changed overnight. It takes a lot of time to compile and organize the text and fully grasp and understand its meaning.
The system was curious: "A-zi, are you planning to teach them the fonts of ten thousand years from now during this rainy season?"
"How is that possible?" Ning Ren smiled. "Font development has its own laws. If I bring something from ten thousand years ago to the present, it would be bad."
"We need to teach students during this rainy season to see the most effective results. We can discuss other matters after the rainy season is over."
The system grumbled, "Is that so... I thought Ah Zai wanted so much bark and bamboo to give to the students so they could practice calligraphy."
Ning Ren: "Those are for my own use."
System: “Hmm?”
It scratched its head as if remembering something. "Are you afraid you'll forget? It's okay, kiddo. We have replays in our live broadcast room. It's okay! I can play any part you want to watch!"
Ning Ren: "I'm afraid that one day, I will forget you too."
The system was suddenly stabbed, and after a moment of stagnation, it burst into tears.
Ning Ren: "...I was just kidding."
In the past, it was the system that coaxed him, but now it was the other way around. Ning Ren said, "I want to record these memories to reinforce them, to prevent them from being recognized. I'll use a font that you and I will both know ten thousand years from now. This is quite a big project, and I need your help."
The system wiped its tears and sobbed, "I'll listen to you, son."
There was a knock on the door.
The child who was sent by Ning Ren to inform the students that class would not start until three days later has returned.
This is a child of about thirteen or fourteen years old. His cheeks are chubby like little buns. He has a pretty face and clear eyes. However, he walks with a limp and looks very introverted.
"Mr. Ning, there are a total of sixty-three students on the basement floor. They have all returned to their rooms to rest."
When he saw Mr. Ning writing something, he would lower his head obediently, and would not look up or look around unless asked.
Ning Ren put down his pen, and seeing that he was uneasy, he smiled and waved: "Come."
"What's your name?"
"Shi, Shi Xiaochun."
“A very vivid name.”
Shi Xiaochun blushed: "I was born in spring, my mother just gave me that name casually."
Ning Ren saw the black and red patterns on the child's wrist and asked, "Are you a wizard?"
Shi Xiaochun nodded.
He was the young wizard who was forced in to serve Mr. Ning. The adults and elders were full of curiosity and questions, but they didn't dare to ask, so they pushed him out.
Ning Ren actually felt the fanatical looks of the wizards outside looking at him.
They were also the only ones who knelt and kowtowed when he first emerged from the sky. These people studied the trajectory of the stars, calculated fate, and naturally held an immense curiosity and awe for him, the 'Predecessor Purple Star'.
Because of Bai Ya, he always has a natural liking for the identity of wizards.
However, he had not studied the wizard system in depth, and all he knew were a few basic formations that Bai Ya had shown him.
Ning Ren: "What kind of things."
Shi Xiaochun said embarrassedly: "It's just the basics, I'm still trying to identify the stars."
Know the stars.
It’s just like learning numbers before learning arithmetic.
Ning Ren thought that he could understand the development of stargazing among the wizards here before deciding whether to teach them the basic techniques that Bai Ya had given him.
The underground was warmer than the ground, so Ning Ren withdrew his spiritual power. The clothes transformed from feathers hung on the ground covered with animal skins, looking even thinner.
Shi Xiaochun: "Mr. Ning, the elder said that when you came, you didn't bring any other clothes, so he prepared some leather without authorization." He pointed to the pile on the stone table, "Wait, I will measure your size and make some clothes for you."
Ning Ren was surprised: "You can make clothes?"
Shi Xiaochun: "I can make a little bit." He quickly glanced at the clothes Ning Ren was wearing. "I can make the clothes you're wearing, but the leather will look a bit heavy. I can modify it."
“…”
Shi Xiaochun knows a little bit, and he is probably a thousand times better than his mother.
Ning Ren didn't bother to be polite with him. He nodded and said, "I'll give you some drawings later. Just follow them."
"…Paper?"
Ning Ren paused and changed his words: "Style."
Shi Xiaochun: "Yeah!"
After measuring Ning Ren's height, he carried the skin out. From beginning to end, he never looked at what was written on the bark on Ning Ren's desk.
Ning Ren pinched his stiff knuckles, took off his shoes, went to the bed, and wrapped himself in a thick blanket to warm himself up.
"Azi, teach them why they have to wait three days."
Ning Ren: "Prepare what to teach, and by the way - observe."
He closed his eyes and calmed down, and the second function of [Mind's Eye] slowly spread out.
A chaotic stream of thoughts entered his heart.
-
The other side.
Basement floor.
The young men of the Purple Star Preparatory Group who returned to their rooms were not sleepy.
In order to save space, the four of them shared a room, and the conditions here were much worse than where Ning Ren lived on the second underground floor.
Just simple wooden bed boards, rough leather, etc.
In addition, each of them was given two pieces of wood, and they had to make whatever they needed themselves.
Wen Guang carved a mini flowerpot, searched for a long time, found some good soil, and put it in the flowerpot.
He took off the vine bracelet on his hand and stuck it into the soil. The vine looked a little wilted and not very energetic. Wen Guang sprinkled some water on it and then gently pinched its leaves.
The vine leaves stretched out a little.
Wen Guang smiled and placed the small flower pot beside his bed. Just as he lay down, he heard a muffled cough coming from the person on the bed next to him.
It’s Fanze.
When the rooms were assigned, Wen Guang and Fan Ze got the only triple room, with their beds next to each other.
Wen Guang glanced at him and said, "Hey, long-tailed one, the wound on your body needs to be treated, otherwise you might die."
Fan Ze was injured a lot during the hunting trip. Not only did he not apply herbs in time, but he was also caught in a long rain. Then he helped to clean up the underground teaching place. He worked non-stop for a long time without any rest.
Wen Guang even suspected that his body was made of stone and he didn't feel any pain.
Fan Ze said nothing.
When the elders of the tribe left, they didn't leave him any ointment, so he could only simply find some tough grass leaves to wrap around them.
It is said that a witch doctor was assigned to Mr. Ning on the second underground floor.
But who dares to disturb that gentleman down there?
Another person in the room covered his nose and said, "You smell like blood. Why don't you sleep outside?"
Fan Ze didn't say anything, but Wen Guang spoke first, his tone a little sarcastic: "He's injured, and it's not as warm outside as inside. Who are you trying to kick out so that you don't have a competitor?"
The man was annoyed: "What the hell are you talking about!"
Wen Guang didn't care: "If you don't agree, let's fight."
These people grew up with the name of "Purple Star" on their shoulders, and naturally they were instilled with the idea that everyone else was their competitor.
There are rumors that the teacher will only start teaching them after three days in order to divide them into different levels within these three days.
Those with good talents will be taught powerful moves, and those with poor talents will be taught poor moves.
Given the limited resources, the more of these sixty-three people who were eliminated, the more benefits the remaining people would gain.
After all, there is only one true Purple Star.
There is only one person who can receive the full teaching of that teacher.
They have all seen the power of pushing the rainy season against the thunder, so who would be willing not to fight and just watch others learn from them?
Fan Ze looked at Wen Guang strangely.
This guy...why does it seem like he's against everyone?
"...You're just taking advantage of the fact that no one sees you acting like this." The man looked away, cursed softly, and then turned over and lay on the bed.
Wen Guang shrugged, leaned against the bed, took out the bone fragment he had been observing for several months and continued to look at it.
Fan Ze whispered thank you.
Then I got out of bed and drank some cold water. I dipped my fingertips in the water and splashed them on my head. My dizzy and hot forehead seemed to feel a little clearer.
He went back to bed and lay down.
Their room was completely silent, and so were the rest of the rooms.
The first night passed peacefully.
The next day, everyone went out to wash up and had some arguments.
At noon, a small-scale fight broke out over food, and one or two teenagers were injured; in the evening, the scale of the fight escalated.
Ning Ren still did not step forward to stop him. He found a thin piece of lint-free black leather from a pile of leathers, laid it on the smooth stone slab and fixed it there, as a demonstration board.
The sound of fighting on the upper floor did not stop, but became louder as time went on. Wen Guang and Fan Ze were both drawn into it.
Then another rumor started spreading:
"We came here to learn skills. Of course, the teacher will teach more to the one who is more capable. How can we tell who is the most capable among us if you act like little lambs?" This makes sense.
"Yes, sir, you must know the situation here. If you don't agree with us fighting, you will definitely come to stop it!"
"That makes sense!" This is blind obedience.
"He's lived so long, what hasn't he seen?! There's only one Purple Star anyway, the more talented we are, the more he'll like us!"
"Whether in the tribe or here, there are always differences in superiority and inferiority!"
At this point, the noise got louder, and someone said, "Keep your voice down! Don't disturb the gentleman's rest! He's a light sleeper!"
The noisy sounds suddenly died down.
Although the gentleman looks very young, it is well known that many races have the ability to disguise themselves - how young can such a powerful gentleman be?!
They began to argue in low voices. Due to the voice changes during growth, the low voices made it particularly funny and weird.
Ning Ren watched the broadcast given to him by the system and was completely silent by the four words "old man is shallow".
Compared with students in later generations, these little guys were still not very disciplined and some of their behaviors were very childish.
But, he was also very innocent, with his disgusting thoughts clearly written on his face. Relatively speaking, some of the gentle teaching methods of later generations, such as those of Mr. Jeremy, who educated people through morality, were not suitable for the ancient times.
After Mr. Ning finished writing today's memoirs, he slowly dipped his feather pen in the easy-to-use paint provided by Shi Xiaochun.
He made a bamboo slip for each student, on which he recorded the number of fights they had had in the past two days with the character "正". In a short while, many students had added several more strokes to their bamboo slips.
Day 3.
After Ning Ren had the hot breakfast prepared by Shi Xiaochun, the noise started again from upstairs.
Shi Xiaochun came up with a tray and placed it on the table. "Sir, everything you requested is ready. The new clothes I made for you are also ready. Please change into them later."
Ning Ren stroked the items on the tray.
He had made the clothes based on the style of what Asulin's father wore every day: a long robe with wide sleeves. The clothes in Lanhuadis were too ornate and complicated, not as simple as those in Chaos City.
His fingertips rested on the freshly made ruler, stroking it for a moment before holding it.
"Are they in the classroom?"
Shi Xiaochun: "...Yeah, but you heard it, it's very confusing."
Ning Ren: "Put away the bamboo pieces next to you and wait for me at the door. I'll change my clothes and we'll go out together later."
Shi Xiaochun lowered his head: "Yes."
-
The classrooms are located away from the accommodation rooms.
There is enough space here to accommodate one hundred and fifty people.
There were sixty-five low wooden tables with animal hide cushions underneath. Unlike other areas where the floor was simply stone, here a layer of neat wooden planks was laid on top of the stone.
The underground teaching area consists of two staggered floors. Although it is underground, it is not cramped. Instead, it seems spacious because there are few people.
Sixty-three students arrived here early.
Of course, they didn't just sit there quietly. They rolled around in groups of three or four, the tables moved, and the cushions flew everywhere.
Fan Ze did not get enough rest, and his complexion looked even worse. He couldn't suppress his cough, his face was burning, his body was staggering, and he had to be alert to whether there were any villains around who were looking to cause trouble or plot against him.
"This is such a great place for a fight!"
"I should have come here to fight! The ground outside is all stone and it would hurt too much if I fell on it."
"Damn it! You picked my nose! Don't you know you can't touch a cow's nose?!"
Wen Guang hit a kid who had been causing trouble yesterday, "Apologize to my flowerpot! Did you touch my flowerpot because you didn't want it anymore?!"
The man wailed, "I was careless!!"
Wen Guang picked up a table and said, "Next time you see my flower pot, apologize, okay?"
“…Fuck,” the man gritted his teeth and kicked Wen Guang on the wrist.
The table flew several meters away and hit the ground with a clang! A corner of the table leg broke, and the broken wood splashed under a piece of black clothing.
The owner of the hem stopped.
The surrounding temperature dropped momentarily.
Shi Xiaochun's scalp tingled slightly, and he coughed lightly a few times, reminding the students who were fighting fiercely.
“…Yes, sir.”
"Hurry up, sir is here."
"Ouch, don't kick me!"
They all stood up, injured or not, and saluted. However, the manner of saluting varied. Some clasped their fists, some bent over, some half-knelt, and some even spun around on tiptoe...
The noise disappeared in an instant.
It was so quiet here that you could hear the young men's breathing which had not yet calmed down.
Fan Ze was drowsy and slowly raised his head. The first thing he saw was a pair of feet.
The young man waited until they calmed down before continuing to walk forward.
Going up, there is a slightly wide black hem made of thin but warm leather. The sleeves are also wide. The black clothes make the gentleman's wrist bones look paler and thinner.
In his hand he held a long wooden board of unknown use, and his hair was tied up low with a red ribbon.
Her long, snow-white eyelashes were slightly curled, and she looked straight ahead.
He landed lightly but steadily.
The closer he got, the more breathless it felt, and I couldn't help but lower my head even further.
Fan Ze was sick, his nose was blocked and the feeling of suffocation was more obvious. He held his breath and dared not look around.
The atmosphere was as quiet as if it had frozen.
The only sounds left were Ning Ren and Shi Xiaochun's footsteps behind him.
Ning Ren walked to the table in front and sat down. With a click, the ruler was placed on the wooden table.
He returned the air that he had devoured with his devouring mental power, and the suffocating feeling around him gradually disappeared, and the atmosphere was not so tense anymore.
This move is called creating an atmosphere.
Shi Xiaochun took a deep breath and said, "Wow, I'm suffocating to death. The gentleman's aura is so scary."
Like other students, he turned around and faced Ning Ren.
Ning Ren looked at the sixty-three students and thought to himself.
No wonder, every time Teacher Jeremy comes late, he likes to walk slowly forward from the back of the classroom. It feels really good to scare people!
Forgive him for not having the oppressive feeling that Teacher Jeremy had accumulated over the years, and he could only create it artificially with some small tricks.
Shi Xiaochun put down the tray.
There were bamboo slips with correct characters written on them in the tray.
He glanced at his students and said, "Hello, my last name is Ning. From now on, you can call me teacher or sir."
"Bye, sir."
Fan Ze and Wen Guang raised their heads.
This was the beginning of their bond with Ning Ren.
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