Chapter 359: Broken Defense
“Humans always want to live longer because there are so many things in this world that we cannot forget.
Those who love us, and those we love.
We don’t want to forget the things that have touched us, made us regret, and cannot be let go of, the things that are hard to forget, whether good or bad.”
Zhang Moyu folded his hands on his knees and looked into the distance.
“Memory is the beacon of our existence in this world. The personality honed by our experiences is our unique treasure.
What we love most is always ourselves. If we wash away all of this, and when others forget you, who can prove that you ever existed in this world?
Zhang Molan fell silent after listening to what he said. After a while, he slowly called out.
"Young Master..."
Not knowing what he was thinking, Zhang Moyu turned around to see what he could say.
"you……"
Zhang Molan looked at Zhang Moyu seriously and asked what he wanted to know most at the moment with a serious face.
"What kind of books have you been reading lately?!!!"
The words were clearly pronounced and powerful, with a feeling of gritting one's teeth.
The trance-like expression on Zhang Moyu's face suddenly broke free, and the ethereal aura around him that seemed to be about to break disappeared in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, he returned to his usual mild temperament.
“Ahaha—”
Zhang Moyu responded meaninglessly with a drawn-out tone.
Then he raised one hand and used the back of his hand to cover the lower half of his face, hiding the smile hidden at the corner of his mouth. He blinked at Zhang Molan slowly, with a hint of innocent white in his eyes.
"No cuteness allowed! That's disgusting. You're over two thousand years old, do you think you're still as cute as you were when you were little?"
Zhang Molan turned his head away with a chill, veins on his forehead throbbing, and he felt his fist harden again.
The Zhang family members all have strong learning abilities, but learning knowledge too quickly is sometimes not a good thing.
Especially those written records related to thoughts and emotions, if you study them too deeply, you will be affected if you are not careful.
Zhang Molan didn't think that Zhang Moyu would be affected. After all, the group of people who were dug out had been lying in coffins for nearly two thousand years, while Zhang Moyu had been wandering around the world gaining experience.
The accumulation of two thousand years is not just talk.
The current situation is probably that we have learned too much knowledge and have no time to digest it, so our thinking occasionally wanders off track.
Then again, could this guy be thinking about and interpreting philosophy in his head while chatting with him?
Zhang Molan really didn’t know what was so good about learning from those books. Hadn’t the Zhang family learned enough from those millions of books?
In his opinion, what else is there to think about in life besides eating, drinking, defecating, urinating and sleeping?
Those brain-powered guys just like to mess around with all sorts of things all day long, dedicated to killing their own brain cells. They really have a mental illness.
"Calling me disgusting is too much. I look pretty much the same now as I did when I was twenty. Why was it that back then you always chased me around happily, rubbing my face and head, saying I was cute and well-behaved? But now you're trying to avoid me..."
Zhang Moyu no longer concealed his smile, and the bright smile was almost overflowing from his eyes.
Sometimes when you have nothing to do, it's fun to tease the old friends, which is much more interesting than teasing the young patriarch.
After all, Zhang Qiling's emotional intelligence is much higher than Zhang Molan's. When he is teased by his elders in a bad way, he often chooses to play the game straight.
They will seriously say something like "Yes, you are important!" or "I have always liked the elders of the clan, and you are the elder I respect the most", causing the elders to inadvertently crash due to brain overload.
But for someone like Zhang Molan, who basically has negative emotional intelligence, teasing others too much will only make the other person break down. It's fun to watch others break down.
"Twenty-year-old brat is so cute..."
Zhang Molan said this subconsciously, then as if he had thought of something, his face changed into one of disgust.
"Could it be that you're jealous because I accepted an apprentice? I never raised you before, and that little guy wasn't even twenty years old yet."
"Why should I be jealous? I think you're the one who's jealous. Seeing how nice I am to the clan leader, you must be feeling bad. I used to be unconditionally biased towards you in the family."
Zhang Moyu retorted with a smile on his face, trying to stab his best friend in the heart.
"How dare you talk about the past! Why do you always side with me most of the time? Isn't it because I'm the one you pushed out to take the blame?"
He talked as if they had a very good relationship, but it was obvious that what he had done most in the past was to set traps for him. If he had not been the most powerful martial artist in the whole clan, he would have been chopped into meat paste by various family members.
What innocent, beautiful memories could there be between them? It's hilarious!
"Are you feeling wronged? You adopted Jiayou just to make me jealous and attract my attention, right?"
Zhang Moyu's gentle smile remained unchanged, as if welded to his face, and his tone was full of meaning.
"Are you kidding me? Are you okay? How can you even describe me as wronged? I'd be fine if I threw it at you, but you're arguing with me here, not just to hear the same compliments I once gave you, right?"
Zhang Molan sneered twice, then spoke in a flattering tone with an expressionless face.
"Wow, you're so cute, little You-kun. Come on, let uncle hug you."
After the words fell, the two looked at each other, turned their heads to the sides with their backs to each other, one covering his mouth and the other patting his chest. They both felt nauseous and almost vomited if they hadn't cared about their image.
Zhang Molan's move directly hurt the enemy by a thousand and his own by eight hundred, breaking the defense of both men.
Just when the two of them calmed down, Liu Shang, who had gone to pick fruits, finally came back. However, he pursed his lips tightly. After coming to the two of them, he silently handed them two handfuls of small fruits. He looked very well-behaved and sensible.
Zhang Moyu gave him a gentle smile and only took two fruits from the small handful.
Zhang Molan just looked at him lazily, with no intention of reaching out to take it. Liu Shang understood instantly and silently withdrew his hand.
Two small purple-brown fruits enter the mouth and when you take a bite, the extreme sourness mixed with the strange sweetness like artificial saccharin instantly explodes in your mouth.
Zhang Moyu's lips trembled, and he quickly swept his tongue across his mouth and swallowed it without hesitation.
He clearly remembered that this kind of fruit should have been very sweet in the past, at most a little bitter when unripe. He hadn't seen it for so many years, how come it has evolved to taste like this now?
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