Free Wild 21
What Ning Ren didn't expect was.
He drank a bowl of medicine last night and still felt groggy when he woke up the next day.
This went on for four or five days.
He taught the students new hand seals in the morning, and they mastered the ones he taught last time.
The seal on the student who fought the least was automatically released. He used all the seals he had learned in the past few days in turn. Even though he was so tired that he couldn't lift his fingers, the envious and jealous looks of the students around him were enough to make him laugh even in his dreams.
The other sealed students felt more frustrated the more they learned to make seals. They all put all their mental strength into breaking the seal left by their teacher. Their mental strength became stronger and their eager temperament was unknowingly sharpened.
Those who break the seal first can master various practical basic seals as quickly as possible, but those who break the seal later can lay the foundation for future breakthroughs with their strong mental strength.
Both have advantages and disadvantages.
In the afternoon, I went to the martial arts training area and told each student the intensity and duration of their exercises according to their physical fitness.
On the fifth night, Ning Ren was still thinking about replenishing the blood-linked puppet the day after tomorrow, but after drinking a bowl of medicine, he had a high fever and fell unconscious.
It was Shi Xiaochun who got up in the morning to check on him and found no sound from inside. He realized something was wrong and hurriedly sent for the sheep witch doctor.
The other students didn't know, but the Sheep Witch Doctor knew that this gentleman's Purple Star destiny was declining and he might leave at any time.
He was so scared that his beard stood up. He guessed that the hand seals and martial arts taught by the master in the past few days had awakened the new Zixing a little, causing him to become so weak.
So he took Ning Ren's pulse and boiled the medicine again, changing several herbs in the medicine he had been drinking for the past two days.
The Nirvana Fire in Ning Ren's body was in a dormant state, so the witch doctor Yang didn't find anything wrong when he took his pulse.
Shi Xiaochun was busy running around, blowing on the medicine to warm it up, and helping Ning Ren feed it bit by bit.
"Sheep Witch Doctor, will the gentleman be able to wake up today?"
The Sheep Witch Doctor said: "Today's teaching is definitely not possible. Please go and inform the students on the upper floor that the teacher is ill. Tell them to practice what they learned yesterday on their own today."
Shi Xiaochun took the order and hurried forward.
After walking a few steps outside, Shi Xiaochun saw Fan Ze, looking pale and confused, with his upper body drooping, walking out of the ward where the Sheep Witch Doctor had placed him. Shi Xiaochun was surprised: "Huh? You finally woke up!"
Fan Ze was young and in good health. During his days of coma, the wounds on his body had already scabbed over and would heal completely in a few days. He looked weak, but his spirits had mostly recovered.
"You are the little boy serving beside the teacher..." Fan Ze hesitated, "Where am I now?"
When he just woke up, there was no one in the room. The smell of medicine still lingered on his body, and his high fever had subsided.
As soon as he asked the question, he saw the little boy next to the teacher's face turned unhappy and he seemed a little angry, and the anger was directed at him.
"If it weren't for you, sir wouldn't have suffered this."
Fan Ze was stunned for a moment, while Shi Xiaochun had already finished speaking in one breath.
"You fainted in school, and the teacher brought you back to the witch doctor to treat you. But they were missing a certain ingredient, so they needed to go get it from the witch doctor. The teacher braved the rainy season and thunderstorms to find it for you, and when he came back, he felt a little unwell and injured his arm. And now he's even worse... humph! You must treat the teacher better from now on! Don't worry him!"
After Shi Xiaochun finished speaking, he went upstairs to inform other students.
Fan Ze closed his eyes and pressed his solar plexus.
Suddenly, a blurry image flashed through his mind: a black hem of clothing that he saw before he fainted, and a figure sitting by his bed and drinking medicine that he saw when he opened his eyes once while unconscious.
He stood there for a few seconds, then took a few quick steps to the door of the teacher's room.
There was a crack in the door, and he hesitantly reached out and knocked a few times.
"Who is it?"
"Sheep witch doctor, it's me."
"Huh? Come in."
Fan Ze stepped in, and the strong bitter smell of medicine immediately enveloped him.
The smell of medicine was even stronger than that in the sheep witch doctor's room, and it was even a bit choking.
He immediately saw the pale-faced teacher lying on the bed. The teacher's sleeves were rolled up, and the arm with medicine applied was exposed to the air. The area around the wound was red, and it didn't look like he was getting better.
Affected by his mood, Fan Ze's tail swung unconsciously and hung lower.
The goat witch doctor gave him some advice, then lowered his voice and said, "Your wounds are healing quickly, and you should be fine once you wake up. I've washed your clothes and put them on the rack outside. Come back to the first floor after you get them."
Fan Ze: "Teacher, is this because of me?"
Sheep Witch Doctor: "I guess so..."
Fan Ze pursed his lips, took two steps forward, and knelt down straight.
Sheep Witch Doctor: "? What are you doing?"
The white-haired boy clenched his fists and looked at Silent, but he was very nervous in his heart.
He had only known his teacher for one day, but he had already implicated the teacher because of his illness. He was afraid that the teacher would stop teaching him or even expel him from the school because of this.
Just like in their tribe, the leader is like the alpha wolf, controlling and even dominating their lives and living space. If they are not careful, they will be exploited, expelled or even killed.
Fan Ze grew up in such an extremely animalistic living environment.
He knew that Mr. Ning was the head of the school and that all the tribes respected him very much. Mr. Ning's mood would even determine his tribe's future attitude towards him and his entire ethnic group.
In Fan Ze's eyes, Ning Ren is the "alpha wolf" who cannot be offended in the school.
The sheep witch doctor couldn't persuade him and guessed what he was thinking.
"Once a teacher, always a father. This is what your teacher said. He won't blame you..."
Fan Ze was silent: "I am grateful to the teacher, but I don't understand. I don't know the teacher well. Why doesn't he blame me for hurting him so much?"
The Sheep Witch Doctor looked at the young man, sighed, and answered in his heart, because no matter who Zixing is, the relationship between your teacher and you students is a relationship of gain and loss.
The more Mr. Ning taught, the faster his students grew, but the faster his fate as the previous Purple Star declined. That was why he was so prone to illness, and even minor wounds healed so slowly.
This is a road of preaching and also a road to death.
What is a seal? Before Mr. Ning came, who among them had ever heard of it? It's only been a few days!
Mr. Ning can bear the kneeling of any of the students being taught above.
The Sheep Witch Doctor said, "I won't try to persuade you. Just stay here and watch over it for me."
This guard lasted until night.
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Ning Ren opened his eyes, and it took a full minute for the stuck memories to slowly fill his blank brain.
System: "Azi, how do you feel?"
"Hmm...it's okay. This feels familiar. It's like this every year. I'm used to it."
He rubbed his temples and slowly sat up. Not seeing Shi Xiaochun, he thought there was no one in the room, so he lost his composure.
After a few seconds of rest, Ning Ren covered his face with his palms. Feeling very sleepy, he got out of bed with his eyes half closed and slippers on.
Walking to the table, he managed to pour himself a glass of warm water, then held the cup, supported his head with one hand, let his long hair fall to his waist, and sat lazily on the stool in a daze.
It took a long time before he took the second sip of water.
Then, I suddenly saw an unidentified object sticking upright on the ground. It was the handsome boy who had fainted due to illness.
“…”
“…cough…cough cough…” Ning Ren choked, put down the cup, coughed several times in succession, and raised his hand to his chest to breathe.
When Fan Ze heard the noise, he quickly raised his head, then lowered it in a second, "Teacher."
Ning Ren was puzzled, "Why are you kneeling here instead of going upstairs to study when you are better?"
Fan Ze: "I am the one who made you feel so uncomfortable. I deserve to be punished for my mistakes."
He crawled forward on his knees and stopped in front of Ning Ren, who subconsciously dodged.
Seeing this, Fan Ze lowered his voice even more, "Please don't drive me away. I...you can punish me in any way you want. Whips, thorns, starvation..."
The long tail behind him drooped in submission.
Ning Ren's brows gradually furrowed. This young man talked about punishment as if it was as simple as eating and drinking water.
"Do you often get punished in the tribe?"
Fan Ze was stunned for a moment, then pursed his lips and said, "Because... they want me to become stronger. If I can't meet the standards they require, I will be punished."
Ning Ren: "You are a human being, not an object. Being suppressed like this, have you ever thought of resisting?"
Fan Ze didn't expect the teacher to say such words to him.
Why didn't he think of resisting?
But his people were so weak, and only through his hard training did he have the hope of becoming stronger and transforming. He wanted to resist, but he had to consider the whole tribe.
So he could only suppress his temper as much as possible, become cautious, and sum up his own set of survival rules in the "organization" with a "leader".
Fan Ze: "Among my tribe, only my tail has acquired the offensive power after a long period of sharpening and beating. My tribe depends on the tribe, and I still have my parents, sisters and brothers to take care of."
Ning Ren focused his attention on Fan Ze's tail for the second time.
He coughed softly, supported himself on the table and stood up, walked behind Fan Ze, squatted down and observed for a moment.
The wound on the tail had also scabbed over, and the intact part was now inky black, extremely smooth, with small and even scales arranged on it.
Ning Ren stretched out his hand and lightly stroked it with his fingertips.
Suddenly, a white light flashed in his mind, and his eyes widened slightly as if he remembered something.
Could this tail be the appearance of the Mi tribe ten thousand years ago when it had not yet fully evolved?
Is this child the ancestor of the Mi tribe?
"What's the name of your tribe?"
Fan Ze's body tensed up. The itch on his tail made him want to scratch it, but he didn't dare to move. "We are too weak. We don't have a name. We only follow the name of our tribe - Ersai Tribe."
Apart from the tail, there seems to be no similarity between them and the Mi tribe ten thousand years later.
Ning Ren sighed and suppressed the surprise in his heart.
He stood up and said, "Get up now. I won't punish you. If I punish you in the future, it will be because you are not paying attention to your studies."
Fan Ze was still uneasy: "Teacher, you really don't blame me."
Ning Ren was silent for a few seconds.
"I'll punish you. Go home tonight and find out what the basic hand seals below the Gale Seal are. I'll ask you questions in class tomorrow. If you can't answer them, I'll give you three slaps on the hand."
The uneasiness in Fan Ze's heart was relieved a little: "Yes."
"Go ahead, I'm sleepy."
"…yes."
Fan Ze stood up, lowered his head and left. When he was at the door, he suddenly said, "From now on, I will come to your room door and guard it until you get better."
This way I can’t regret it and kick him out!
After saying that, without waiting for Ning Ren to refuse, he closed the door and left like a flash. He had been kneeling for such a long time, but he looked like nothing had happened.
Ning Ren: “…”
He shook his head, walked to the stone table and unfolded a bark book sewn together with bone needles.
System: "Azi, don't write your memoirs today. Get some rest."
"Fan Ze reminds me of a friend from my childhood, so I'll write about him first. He also had a long, inky black tail, and his name was..."
Ning Ren dipped the tip of the feather pen in paint. He had been writing about Asulin's father before, and today he turned to the "Friends" chapter for the first time. He was about to write the first word in this article, but the hand holding the pen suddenly stopped.
He still remembered how he and his friends in the cub class stole Teacher Jeremy's bathtub and used flying wood to play with it, but he couldn't remember the name that had just come to his mind.
Along with those young and smiling faces, they became unclear.
Ning Ren flipped through the many things he had written before. He remembered that he was very happy when he wrote them, but in just a few days, several scenes described seemed unfamiliar to him.
The long eyelashes cast a hazy shadow.
Ning Ren calmly turned to the last page of the bark book, dipped the paint in it again, and wrote nothing else but the names of people he knew:
Dad A Sulin, Jie Ling, Uncle Ninglie, my friend Little Red Bear Congcong... my eldest sister Wen Duolin, my second brother Carlos, my third brother Xiercheng... my confidant Bai Ya, my mother Ye Lu...
besides.
All, number S1009.
In the end, the system and number were not put into the live broadcast room, but the system's heart was directly pierced into a sieve by these gentle strokes, and tears burst out on the spot.
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