Free Wild 23
The next afternoon.
Ning Ren watched the students practicing martial arts in the training area.
Fan Ze in the corner was training extremely fiercely and vigorously, swinging his tail on the hard stone again and again, and he refused to stop even when his scales were broken.
Ever since Ning Ren realized that this child was the ancestor of the Mi tribe, he had been thinking about how to make Fan Ze's tail harder. However, Fan Ze said that except for him, the tails of everyone in their tribe were soft and weak, and he was an exception.
Ning Ren couldn't make a judgment, so he could only wait until the rainy season was over and go to the Fanze tribe to see the situation.
But Fan Ze's training intensity is not enough.
He walked up to Vanze.
"It's not worth breaking your tailbone. You'll need to rest for a long time. What are you thinking?"
"Teacher?" Fan Ze was stunned. He was afraid that his sweat would stain the teacher's clothes. He curled his tail and subconsciously moved half a step to the side.
After meeting Wen Guang last night, he tossed and turned all night.
On one hand, he was worried that he might upset the teacher if he spoke, and on the other hand, he felt guilty towards Wen Guang, a loyal guy.
The main reason was that Ning Ren's calm and aloof demeanor was deeply rooted in people's hearts, so students didn't dare to joke with him or ask him any questions in private.
He lowered his head, wiped the sweat from his face, and muttered, "It's nothing. I just feel like no matter how much I train, I can never compare to those naturally powerful races. Their natural starting point is like the end point I'll never reach in my lifetime."
The students who were practicing martial arts around them couldn't hear what they were saying and cast curious glances over.
Ning Ren asked Fan Ze to sit down and rest, and he sat opposite Fan Ze.
"If we look at it from the perspective of time, after millions of years, perhaps your clan, through generations of hard work, will also become a top clan."
Fan Ze's eyes flickered. "Is it okay?"
Ning Ren: "How can we know if we don't try? Who can predict what it will be like in ten thousand years?"
Fan Ze: "But I still feel it's unfair."
"There is no such thing as absolute fairness in this world. You must remember this."
"What?"
Teacher Ning said calmly, "My fate is determined by myself, not by heaven. If you don't accept it, go against heaven and change your fate."
【Chuunibyou Quotes 2/10 Completed】
In ancient times, people emphasized following the will of heaven, and no one ever said anything against the will of heaven.
Fan Ze was stunned for a moment, and his eyes lit up little by little, as if a raging fire was burning. A surge of heat spread across his heart, and the blood in his body seemed to boil. All the depression and unwillingness were swept away.
What a domineering statement!
He stood up suddenly and bowed: "Students will remember the teacher's teachings!"
Teacher Ning secretly thanked her toes for their hard work and felt a little relieved.
In fact, it is not without benefits for these young men to listen to this second-year student quote. It is worth it that he specially made the soles of his shoes thicker.
Fan Ze took a deep breath and decided to tell him about Wen Guang.
"I want to ask you something for someone."
Ning Ren straightened his sleeves: "I know what you want to ask."
Fan Ze was stunned: "You know?"
Ning Ren: "Well, don't worry about this matter, and don't remind him. Just pretend you don't know anything. I'll wait for him to ask."
Fan Ze was shocked, but then he felt it was natural.
The teacher is such a powerful person, what can be hidden from him?
Then a stone fell from my heart, and I said, "Yes."
-
The rainy season is coming to an end.
Ning Ren's illness has been intermittent, but is finally getting better.
There has been progress in copying the curse, and it just requires some practice. His memory is getting worse and worse. Whenever he has some inspiration in his mind, he will forget it as soon as he turns his head unless he writes it down immediately.
Occasionally using his [mind's eye] to listen to the students' thoughts, Ning Ren could always hear Wen Guang's extremely tangled thoughts.
I just want to ask if there is any way to prolong life.
However, this matter concerns his own race, and Wen Guang cares about it more than Fan Ze. It has even affected his efficiency in listening in class.
Always staring at something in a daze.
Ning Ren had been waiting for Wen Guang to come to him and talk to him about this matter, but the young man seemed unable to make up his mind.
During class today, Wen Guang was even more dazed.
He didn't even notice Ning Ren stopped behind him.
All the students in the school noticed this. Fan Ze cleared his throat and tried to remind Wen Guang, but it was useless.
The boy held his chin, fiddling with the small vine in the flowerpot with his other hand, his eyes dull and his brows furrowed.
Until a hand reached out from behind him and lightly took away the small flowerpot that he always held in his hand.
Wen Guang came back to his senses instantly, his eyes became fierce, but when he looked up he saw the teacher's cold and indifferent face. Wen Guang's fierce expression froze instantly, and his hand that wanted to take the flowerpot back did not move.
"teacher……"
Ning Ren examined the delicate little flowerpot with great interest, and tapped the vine leaves with his fingertips. "It's been behind you for a long time, and you didn't notice it. You were distracted in class, so I confiscated this thing."
This little vine is a rare light purple color and looks very pretty, similar to the color of his hair. He took it home as a decoration.
Wen Guang: "Teacher, I was wrong. Please give it back to me and I will be punished."
For the first time, Ning Ren saw an obvious look of anxiety on the face of his extremely talented student.
He was very impressed with Wen Guang. Not only did he win the most fights, but he was also the first to master the hand seals Wen Guang taught him. The only thing he did was slack off when practicing martial arts, but when it came to taking exams, he was no worse than other hard-working students.
Ning Ren seemed to be thinking about something. He put his hands behind his back and hid the small flowerpot in his sleeves.
"No."
Wen Guang: “…”
Ning Ren: "If you want it, just come find me."
Wen Guang watched helplessly as the teacher took away his flowerpot.
Until the end of today's class, he stopped Fan Ze and asked, "Why didn't you remind me?"
Fan Ze: "I reminded you, but you didn't hear it."
The two of them had been talking coldly to each other for almost a whole rainy season, and since Shan Ming often went to sleep in another room, Fan Ze and Wen Guang actually developed some cheap friendship as classmates.
Wen Guang: "If I didn't hear it, it means you didn't remind me."
"..." Fan Ze was speechless, "You'd better go find the teacher quickly."
Wen Guang squatted there without moving.
Fan Ze: "Oh, you're nervous? Who was it that said I was disloyal and didn't dare to tell the teacher about your incident?"
"I'm not nervous, I'm just choosing my words carefully."
Fan Ze let him be stubborn.
"The rainy season has been going on for so long. When have you ever seen the teacher really angry? Don't worry."
During the time when his teacher was ill, he frequently went to the second underground floor. Although he saw his teacher less often, he was able to get some idea of his teacher's true temperament from the talkative Shi Xiaochun.
According to Shi Xiaochun, the teacher is actually quite gentle and easy to talk to in private. He is a little mysophobic, likes to eat hot food, and is greedy for sweets and fruits, but these things will aggravate his cough, so every time he is discovered by the sheep witch doctor, he will hide and eat them, like a little child... He is only particularly cold and majestic in front of them.
Of course, Fan Ze did not completely believe these words.
How could such a majestic teacher be so...willful in private?
However, the teacher would not punish Wen Guang without a reason. He found this reason to let Wen Guang go to him, probably because of Wen Guang's worries.
-
Ning Ren placed the small flowerpot on the desk.
I used my mental power to draw some clean water into the flowerpot, then plucked the leaves of the vine with my fingers. After being buried underground for so long, the living plant appeared before my eyes, which was quite pleasing to the eye.
The wisteria was swaying, its leaves were wilting, and it looked unhappy.
Teacher Ning flipped through the longevity techniques he had developed recently and began to think about how to take care of the plants his students were raising.
Such a great gift, this plant is given to him to grow, as a student, he should not refuse it, right?
Not long after, Wen Guang came in obediently.
"teacher."
Ning Ren: "Yeah."
"You're really patient, holding it in and not asking me."
Wen Guang's eyes widened: "Huh?"
Ning Ren: "Why, you dare to let Fan Ze ask me, but you don't dare to say it yourself?"
Wen Guang immediately understood and was surprised: "He said that?"
Ning Ren: "No, I figured it out."
Wen Guang was silent, "Then teacher, do you have any solution?"
Ning Ren: "Isn't it better to follow the will of nature?"
Wen Guang: "But you clearly told Fan Ze that my fate is in my own hands."
“…”
Teacher Ning paused subtly.
"How do you know?"
Wen Guang: "The whole class knows about it. He heard the sound identification technique you taught Yishe and told us about it. We think it makes a lot of sense."
"…" Ning Ren said, "Fan Ze's situation is different from yours. Through generations of hard work, his people have the possibility of transformation. This actually conforms to the theory of racial evolution, so his efforts are also a form of following destiny. But you are directly trying to tamper with the fate of your own people."
Wen Guang was silent. "Teacher, is it wrong to want to live longer?"
"No."
"Then I'm trying my best to extend the lifespan of my tribe. Is that wrong?"
Ning Ren sighed.
"Looking at time, no matter how long you live, it's only a fleeting moment. Instead of worrying about how to live a few more years, it's better to think about what you can leave behind in the limited time you have."
Wen Guang's eyes dimmed, "So there's nothing the teacher can do."
Ning Ren: "You are too stubborn. You are too stubborn. Sooner or later you will go astray."
He looked at his student for a long time, then picked up a piece of bark and handed it to him: "Here, this is the magic method for prolonging life. I studied it for many days before I drew it."
Wen Guang looked up in disbelief.
Ning Ren said solemnly, "But there are many limitations. First, you need a strong physique to endure the pain of the seal. And even if you can seal the body, the success rate is extremely low, even less than one in a thousand.
Second, even if it can extend your lifespan, this technique can only extend it by seven years; third, the seals cannot be passed down to future generations, and it may even limit your spiritual power. If you are not careful, you may even become a fool.
That’s enough…
That's enough.
As long as there is hope.
Wen Guang's Adam's apple rolled and he took it with trembling hands.
His nose felt sore, and he suddenly knelt down and kowtowed deeply, "Wen Guang thanks you very much, Teacher. From now on, my life belongs to you!"
Ning Ren was silent for a few seconds, "Why would I want to kill you? This technique was born out of an extremely overbearing curse. Being able to help you right now is one of its few benefits.
I've already explained the drawbacks to you. The choice is entirely up to you, but you're not allowed to have any evil thoughts, and you're not allowed to tell your tribe until you've mastered it. If you can't master it, you must destroy it."
It's scary to say you'll become a fool, but the pain is real.
Wen Guang is a gifted man, but he tends to get stuck in a rut. Once such a person takes a detour, it's difficult to turn back. Instead of this, it would be better for him to point out a relatively gentle and correct path.
The probability of success on this path is one in ten thousand, but at least it is not a wrong path.
Wen Guang: "I understand. Thank you again, sir."
Ning Ren raised his eyebrows slightly: "If you want to thank me, why not let me take care of this purple vine, and I will return it to you when I have grown enough."
Wen Guang: "You raise it?"
"I don't want to."
"No, no, no!" Wen Guang waved his hands quickly, "I'm willing."
He glanced at Zi Teng with a troubled look, "You have to take good care of it."
Ning Ren waved his hand: "Go out."
Wen Guang looked back every few steps and walked out the door reluctantly.
That look didn't seem to be simply one of reluctance to part with the plants he was raising.
Ning Ren's heart moved, and he opened his mind. He pinched a wisteria leaf and muttered to himself, "It's growing very lushly. I wonder how it tastes when cooked."
Zi Teng's whole body stiffened.
The frightened and aggrieved little girl's voice entered Ning Ren's heart.
“Wu ...
Ning Ren: “…”
This wisteria is as spiritual as the little blue fish?
But it seems a little different.
He opened the second stage of his mind's eye to the maximum, concentrating on listening only to the little vine's inner voice, and only then could he vaguely hear something.
"You little guy are a plant. As long as you don't eat the roots, you won't die."
Zi Teng: "What do you know! Damn it! I have to grow up quickly and marry Wen Guang. If I'm a step later, he'll die, uh..."
The swaying vines suddenly stopped moving.
Little Leaf trembled in fear, "Y-You can hear me!"
The trembling little leaf amused Ning Ren.
"You look only four or five years old, not even in human form, how can you understand the concept of marriage or not, you little kid, aren't you ashamed?"
Zi Teng was annoyed: "It just sounds quiet. We plants can live for a long time. I just lack energy... otherwise I can grow so fast!"
Ning Ren: "From the sound of your voice, Wen Guang probably raises you as a sister or daughter."
"No, he said okay, okay, okay to everything I said."
Ning Ren said, "He can hear you too."
Zi Teng: “…”
She was stunned for a moment, then burst into tears, "You lied to me, you are so annoying."
"It's much harder for plants to transform than for animals. You, a doll, are more likely to transform if you stay with me than if you stay with my students."
The crying slowly stopped, and the small leaf covering his 'head' slowly dropped down.
"You, you have a solution..."
Zi Teng had her own little thoughts in mind.
Yes, there are even methods to prolong her life. It seems that helping her transform quickly shouldn’t be difficult?
"Yes, but you have to be obedient."
Zi Teng straightened her posture immediately, "Okay! As long as, as long as I can do it."
Ning Ren: "You also know that the rainy season is almost over. When winter comes, the tribes outside will build schools outside. I need someone to look after the house, and you are suitable."
"Only puppies can guard the house!"
Ning Ren: "Don't you want to?"
The wisteria leaves curl up to create a powerful and righteous look.
"Xiao Teng is a puppy."
Ning Ren: “…”
-
The rainy season is over.
The cold winter is coming.
After several days of discussion, the tribes finally built a school according to the drawings provided by Ning Ren in a place with similar distances from each tribe.
A large area was circled.
Ning Ren did not restrict who could attend, so he reserved seats for observers.
With full efforts in construction, the school outside was completed when the ice and snow began to melt.
When Ning Ren came out, the students who had been holding back for a long time also ran out happily.
The temperature outside is still cold, and there is even some ice and snow that has not melted. The tender green is emerging from the ground, indicating that winter is over.
Ning Ren narrowed his eyes, covered with thick fox fur, and enjoyed the cool sunshine.
His residence was in the newly built school.
The wisteria was very clever and took root in front of his door.
Ning Ren gave the students three days off.
They couldn't wait to return to their tribes and proudly show off what they had learned during the rainy season and winter.
They talked about the attributes, realms, levels, and seals of spiritual power...
The novel and mysterious definitions and techniques spread rapidly among the tribes.
These sixty-three students were like seeds that fell into fertile soil, took root, grew, and taught what they learned to other people in the tribe.
After Wen Guang returned to the tribe, his peers from the entire tribe came together to challenge him.
The way they used their mental power was no different from before, but to Wen Guang now, it seemed extremely crude.
It was not until he easily knocked down the last person that Wen Guang realized how much the teacher had changed them.
Wen Ye's eyes were complicated: "Brother, your changes are really amazing..."
Wen Guang: "What's the big deal? I'll teach every skill I've learned to my clansmen!"
Wen Ye smiled.
Afterwards, he pulled Wen Guang to the corner.
"Brother, I think you are more suitable to be the clan leader than me."
"What are you talking about, brother!"
Wen Guang waved his hands repeatedly, "I can't do it, please don't hurt me. And you know, I'm only thinking about how to live longer, and I don't have the energy to manage the tribe."
Wen Ye frowned: "I've said it before, this is against the will of heaven, maybe I'll be punished by heaven..."
Wen Guang said lightly: "Brother."
It was quiet for a while.
Wen Ye took the initiative to change the subject and smiled: "Where is your little vine?"
Wen Guang was depressed: "She was taken away by the teacher, and she refused to go with me. Forget it, let her be. Anyway, I think she is quite happy."
The two brothers chatted for half a day before Wen Ye left, instructing him to make sure to tell the children in the clan what he had learned from Mr. Ning.
Wen Guang naturally agreed.
He did not tell anyone about the life-extending technique his teacher had given him, but instead immersed himself in studying it when no one was around.
-
Fan Ze also returned to the tribe carrying a package.
The tribal leader, elders and his family were all waiting for him here.
His family members looked relieved, but they were still afraid of the powerful elders around them, and their backs were slightly hunched.
His parents supported each other and looked at him with tears in their eyes.
Fan Ze took a deep breath, bowed slightly to the exceptionally enthusiastic leader, and then straightened up. His back was straighter than when he walked, and his eyes became more determined and mature.
It takes time to make a group strong.
But it must have started with him.
One day, this ethnic group that doesn't even have a name will gradually transform into a top-notch race and will never be bullied again.
-
Shi Xiaochun, a young wizard, will also come to the elders.
Under the elders' goosebump-inducing gazes, Shi Xiaochun mumbled, "The master didn't mention Zixing."
Without waiting for the old wizards to be disappointed, he took out two pictures.
"But, the master gave me two pictures... I originally wanted to call him teacher, but he said that he was not proficient in wizardry and had nothing to teach me except these two pictures, so he could not be called my teacher."
The wizards hurried to take a look at it.
When he saw the twenty-three main star tracks, his eyes widened: "This..."
"Oh," Shi Xiaochun scratched his head, "the star tracks we thought were there before were probably incomplete. I secretly came out to observe and found that there are indeed ten main star tracks hidden among the stars."
What he said was very logical. It was obvious that he had studied it for a long time and had gained some experience.
In this regard, the younger generation they sent to serve Mr. Ning was already ahead of them!
The wizards were heartbroken.
What a waste! What a waste!
If they had gone there, during the entire rainy season and winter, they would have definitely done more in-depth research than this little kid!
They were discussing the first picture, but the chief wizard was fascinated by the second picture.
He hurriedly rummaged through the boxes and found the thick stack of sheepskin that he had hidden.
The above is slowly filled with deduced patterns.
This is the old man among them who has done the most in-depth research on wizards.
Shi Xiaochun quickly followed him and said, "Grandpa, what did you see? This picture is very simple, but I can't figure it out."
The wizard's long beard twitched.
"You all think the first one is precious, but in my opinion, this one is the most precious."
"I've tried to deduce a theory that failed me countless times, but this diagram actually enlightened me... Pure and simple, the interaction of yin and yang gives rise to all things."
He stood up suddenly and said viciously: "You, you are such a rude boy."
"With these two pictures, Mr. Ning could be the ancestor of our wizard lineage. Why don't you hurry up and take advantage of the teacher-student relationship? How are you going to ask for advice in the future? You're so clueless and stupid!"
"you--"
The wizard leader took a few deep breaths and said, "Forget it, if you don't want to become my disciple, I, an old man, will do it!"
The old man's steps were full of vigor and he looked like he was ready to fight.
Shi Xiaochun: “…”
He was dumbfounded.
Didn’t Grandpa Chang understand what he said?
Mr. Ning said that these two pictures were not his, but were taught to him by his friend. He did not understand the logic behind them. How could Mr. Ning agree to let Grandpa Chang become his disciple?
I’m afraid it will cause trouble to Mr. Ning!
That won’t do!
Shi Xiaochun hurriedly chased after him.
"Grandpa!"
-
The shock that Ning Ren brought to the riverbank had actually just begun.
The rooms in his new school were very spacious and comfortable.
In ancient times, it could be considered a luxury.
It was impossible to tell what material the leather on the floor was made of, but it was extremely soft when stepped on bare feet. The bed, table, windows and other details were all built according to the drawings given by Ning Ren, without any flaws.
The lighting here is also excellent.
Even though it was still chilly in spring, he rarely opened the windows.
There were even precious night-shining pearls in the house. Ning Ren had only seen this thing three times: once from the mother night heron in the ancient tree, once at the market, and once here.
He had a good rest all day.
The next day, elders and other leaders of various tribes came to the door one after another.
They became more respectful towards Ning Ren. Each of them brought precious gifts, and they were always mindful of their manners when joking and joking.
Ning Ren handed over some pieces of bark without waiting for their compliments.
The elder took it, looked at it carefully, and said with some doubt: "This is..."
Ning Ren: "A unified syllable, a unified written language, simple methods of papermaking, and growing crops... I can only teach my students by myself. To promote these things, the efforts of all tribes are needed."
"What's the use of these things?"
"have no idea."
“Everyone knows how to grow crops…”
"What is paper?"
"What are syllables?"
“I don’t know either…”
Whispers were heard.
Elder: "Mr. Ning, we don't quite understand these things."
In their eyes, Ning Ren came to find and teach Zixing, and these things seemed to have little to do with the search for Zixing.
Ning Ren smiled and said, "Then go ahead and do it, you'll understand."
Miracle salvation is still gray, the crack in the sky has not been born, and there is still time.
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