Free Wild 22
Fan Ze carried his clothes and returned to the room on the basement floor.
The clothes must have been washed by the children beside the teacher. I could smell a clean and dry scent when I lowered my head.
As soon as he appeared on the underground floor, he instantly attracted the attention of the remaining 62 students.
Almost in the blink of an eye, Fan Ze was surrounded by people.
Fan Ze met these people's green eyes, his scalp tingled, and he took a step back, "You..."
A pair of hands suddenly grabbed his arm, and the owner of the hands was very enthusiastic, "Come on! Brother Fan Ze! Come to our room and stay for a while!"
Fan Ze: “?”
The boy was filled with worries and confusion, and he was dazed. He didn't understand why his classmates, who used to look down on him, changed their attitude after he came back from being sick.
Before he could answer, the rest of the group started shouting.
"Go to hell! I saw Fan Ze come back first! If he was going to go, he should go to our room. Are you the rats that came out of that corner?!"
"Hey, if you don't accept it, then fight! You have no mental strength and yet you still want to snatch people away? Let's see if the teacher will strengthen your seal for a few more days!"
"you--"
"Jiuzi, you're going too far! Don't think that just because you've lifted the seal on two people in your room, you can bully others with your mental strength. We in the dormitory are not to be trifled with!"
After saying that, he lay down on the ground and cried out, "He hit me! This is terrible! He unleashed his spiritual power and hit me!"
"Fuck, shameless!"
"Can you guys stop arguing? Fan Ze, first tell me if the teacher is feeling better?"
"Yeah, we were all worried. You...hiss! Who pulled my hair?"
They split into several groups and cursed at each other, provoking each other and cursing in a roundabout way. Those who were pretending to be scammed cried more miserably than each other, but they just didn't hit anyone.
Both of Fan Ze's arms were being pulled, and he felt like he was about to be split in half.
Finally, Wen Guang arrived. The moment his powerful wings spread out, he flung away the people around him.
"Wen Guang, aren't you afraid of causing trouble?!"
Wen Guang glanced at him, crossed his chest, and raised his eyebrows, saying, "You're afraid of being punished because of everyone else, but why should I be afraid? An extra day or two will pass in the blink of an eye. These are the people in our room, is it your turn to snatch them?"
He raised his hand and pretended to hit: "Get out of here!"
Those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes, and those who are desperate are afraid of mad dogs.
Wen Guang led Fan Ze back to the room. Their other roommate was called Shan Ming. He quickly closed the door and propped it up with the only table in the room.
"How is the teacher?"
Fan Ze: "Didn't the little boy next to the teacher say anything?"
Shan Ming: "He said he was sick and asked us to review on our own. We didn't dare go down, but you must have seen the teacher, right?"
Fan Ze had a blank expression on his face. “It has nothing to do with you.”
Shan Ming scratched his head and said, "How can it be okay? That's our teacher..."
Wen Guang sneered: "He wants to ask if the teacher has taught you any powerful hand seals or martial arts. If so, can you share them with us?"
Fan Ze: “…”
He suddenly realized.
It turns out that the battle for talent just now was based on this idea.
"No."
Seeing Shanming's disbelief, he added, "I just woke up and saw my teacher, and he let me come back."
Shan Ming: "Nothing else?"
"Um."
"You, you didn't seize this great opportunity! When you met your teacher, you should have asked if there were any unique secrets suitable for your tribe! This would be a boost to the entire tribe after the rainy season. You are simply—"
"The teacher is sick."
Fan Ze said coldly, "You don't care, and all you're thinking about is how to trick the teacher into giving you something else."
Shan Ming choked and lowered his voice: "Those who pulled you back also thought so. Wen Guang thought the same thing..."
Wen Guang lay down on the bed and calmly observed the small flowerpot where he planted vines. "Don't pull me, I just think they are too noisy and disturbing the teacher's rest."
"You say it nicely at this time."
"I never bother to pretend. I just say what I think."
Parted on bad terms.
Shanming slammed the door and went to another classmate's room.
It took a long time before the underground floor became quiet.
Fan Ze sat on the edge of his bed, struggling for a while before saying to Wen Guang, "Excuse me."
Wen Guang was almost asleep hugging the small flower pot and nodded lazily.
"The teacher told me to learn a few basic hand seals after the Gale Seal tonight, and to ask me about it in class tomorrow... I want to ask you for advice."
After he finished speaking, the room became as quiet as if no one was there. Wen Guang turned over and seemed to have fallen asleep.
Fan Ze: "While the teacher is sick, I will go to guard his door. If you teach me, I will ask the teacher for help if I have the chance in the future, how to solve the problem of your Xi clan's lifespan."
Wen Guang turned his head suddenly: "Really?"
"Um."
Anyway, he said "if there is a chance in the future", so if there is no chance, there is no way to ask.
Wen Guang jumped up from the bed, full of energy: "Brother Fan Ze, why are you so formal? We are all students of the teacher, just ask whatever you want."
Fan Ze: “…”
Being awkward?
I can't see anything inside.
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The sheep witch doctor changed the medicine. Ning Ren rested for a day and when he woke up the next day, his temperature was still a little hot, but far less than yesterday.
This was not the case before. After he felt better at home, he went to class as usual.
The kid Fan Ze said he would protect him, but Ning Ren hadn't seen him many times.
According to Shi Xiaochun, he would come when he was about to fall asleep, curl up outside the door with a blanket in his arms, and then leave quietly when he was about to wake up, making sure not to annoy him.
Ning Ren's persuasion was futile, so he focused his attention on his own body. If he got better soon, this stubborn child could also have a good sleep in bed earlier.
He asked the system to remember the time for him, and on the tenth day of his school, he took the time to return to the ancient tree and replenish the blood of the blood-linked puppet.
This time it went very smoothly. Mom went to the first floor of the ancient tree to feed the little blue fish, and it didn't even take more than a second for him to replenish his blood.
The days passed one by one.
Most of the rainy season has passed in the blink of an eye.
The thunder and lightning outside are not as scary anymore. Occasionally when there is no thunder, a few brave people will go out to hunt some prey and bring back something fresh to eat.
Fan Ze is the brave one.
He went out for a while and came back all wet. He shook the water off his tail and in his hands there was a chicken that he had caught from somewhere, and some wild fruits.
He walked to the second underground floor as if he knew the route well.
He handed these things to Shi Xiaochun and said, "Give these to the teacher to make soup."
Fan Ze sent him off several times in succession. Shi Xiaochun smiled and said, "Sir, you're feeling much better. But it's not winter yet outside. You'd better try not to go out. It's dangerous."
Fan Ze responded and left without staying for a moment, the same way he came.
The second junction of the first layer.
Wen Guang had been waiting here early.
Fan Ze: "Why are you here?"
Wen Guang said bluntly: "Have you asked the questions you promised to ask for me?"
Fan Ze: “I didn’t find the opportunity.”
Wen Guang sneered and turned away: "Come on, I don't need you anymore, I can figure it out myself."
-
Ning Ren drank the stewed chicken soup and felt warm all over.
He already had a collection of drawings with complex patterns on them.
"Xiaochun, come."
"Um?"
Shi Xiaochun stopped packing and walked over. "What do you want, sir?"
Ning Ren finished drawing the last stroke and pushed the bark forward. "I don't know much about wizards. This is the most basic deduction array that a friend once taught me."
"He said that all complex formations are based on this formation. After thinking about it, I decided to teach it to you, but it may not be able to answer your questions."
Shi Xiaochun took the two pieces of bark.
An octagon was painted on a piece of bark. Three octagons gradually became smaller, with sides of varying lengths. In the middle was a series of twenty-three connected star tracks.
The other one shows a circle of alternating black and white, with the two points in the middle in reverse colors.
His eyes suddenly narrowed.
Ning Ren: "The first picture is called Hidden Stars, and the second picture is called Tai Chi."
He actually didn't know whether the wizard ten thousand years ago and Bai Ya ten thousand years later were from the same lineage... and that guy Bai Ya was a weirdo, mixing wizardry with arithmetic and numerology.
He didn't study this, so he couldn't tell the difference, and he had no way to improve it based on the characteristics of ancient times.
Anyway, he just gave it out, and whether he could understand it or not was none of his business.
Xiaochun couldn't understand the second Tai Chi stone, but he could understand the twenty-three restrained star tracks in the first picture.
There are clearly thirteen main tracks of stars in the sky drawn on it!
But he seemed to have caught a glimpse of the remaining ten, but no one had included these ten in the main track.
If these ten tracks are also the main tracks...
The value of this picture is simply immeasurable.
Shi Xiaochun took a deep breath, his hands shaking, "Sir, you're just giving it to me like this...?"
"Don't you want it?"
"No, no, no, I do want it! It's just that this thing is too formal, you should think about it again."
He was told to think it over, but in reality, the chubby-faced kid's hands were clenched until they turned pale, and every pore of his body was filled with reluctance. If Ning Ren were to withdraw, he would probably cry on the spot.
Ning Ren laughed: "It's not a big deal, and I can't use it. Just keep it. Thank you for your hard work in helping me."
"It's not hard, not hard!" Shi Xiaochun smiled foolishly and quickly put it in his arms, placing it against his chest with great care.
He had a hunch that these two pictures would not be that simple, and even if he broke this thing, it would not break.
The joy on Shi Xiaochun's face was almost overflowing. He remembered that when the wizard elders asked him to serve Mr. Ning, they repeatedly told him to be as considerate as possible.
If they knew that the master would give him two pictures like this, I'm afraid these elders would not have sent a junior like him out of face.
He got a bargain now, seeing these two pictures first.
"Well, sir, what is this picture?"
There was a piece of tree bark on Ning Ren's desk with an extremely complicated talisman painted on it. The talisman was incomplete, as if only half of it was painted, but even this half exuded an ominous aura.
"This? I drew it for fun."
This is the curse pattern of Lan Huadis.
There was no way. Fan Ze seemed to have promised Wen Guang something. Every day he kept thinking to himself, "Why should I ask Wen Guang about his life span? Or maybe I should just not ask."
He asked the sheep witch doctor.
Only then did I realize that Wen Guang, a child of the Xi clan, had a lifespan of only twenty years at most.
It's a race with a very short lifespan.
He thought of Lan Huadis's curse pattern, to see if he could copy something from it and remove the bad curse elements.
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