Chapter 46 It’s so late [Edit]
The little boy dipped his finger in the tea, but it was too dark and he couldn't see clearly, so he wrote every stroke with great difficulty.
Ning Mingmei looked at him with his head held high, and suddenly said, "Forget it, I'll forgive you this time."
He spread out his hands: "Write on my hands."
The little boy was startled.
He had no property of his own.
His adoptive mother died when he was two years old due to an epidemic. Her body was already exhausted and she had some hidden injuries that the little boy could not understand. The epidemic was raging, and every household in the city hung white flags. Fresh corpses were packed in boxes and shipped out of the city every day.
The groups most affected by the epidemic are the elderly and children.
Therefore, when the foster mother's body was buried, someone said:
"This is strange. The mother died, and the son was in contact with the corpse for a week, but he was not infected, did not get sick, and is still alive and well. Generally speaking, aren't children the first to die?"
"What property does his family have?"
"No. That woman and her son are from other places. They rented the yard from Lao Liu. Lao Liu was cursing that the house was dirty and that he had not paid the last month's rent, so he had to pay compensation."
"How can I pay the money when I have nothing?"
"Old Liu said that some people are taking in children recently. Sell the child to them."
They didn't shy away from saying this in front of the little boy. Because most two-year-old children can't even speak fluently, let alone understand and act.
But the little boy looked at the tiny bodies of his peers, or the bodies huddled in their parents' arms and crying - he knew that he was different from them.
His language ability, thinking ability, mobility, physical fitness, and even his ability to control this body which is several times better than that of his peers or even older children, all make him far superior to ordinary people. For example, he was unscathed by this fierce epidemic. For example, although he was only two years old, he could already climb trees, climb onto roofs, and use tools to knock down children who were bigger than him.
Like he was just a monster in the skin of a two year old.
Or, not a monster, but extraordinary.
Those people said that his adoptive mother and his family were penniless and he was the only property that could be sold. As they said this, they looked at the little boy intently. It was like he was a piece of meat on a chopping board whose dimensions could be measured, a tool, an object without independent consciousness.
The little boy was still young, but while he felt angry and offended, he also sneered in his heart.
He had met these people's own children. Stupid, vulgar, weak, and crybaby, he is definitely not on the same level as them. He never considered himself inferior to them.
Knowing that you are a more extraordinary creature, would you care about the ridicule of ants?
Some people are born unable to bow their heads.
But he vaguely discovered that even though he was born extraordinary and surpassed those people, he still felt constrained, despised and constantly angry.
Why is this?
He couldn't understand.
It was not until he was taken to the family that those people called "the one that would take in the child" and had his body and teeth examined like an animal that he finally understood.
The child in a brocade hat and a sable fur coat was being held far away. He was just like those wild kids, with a flat nose, small eyes, a weak body, a stupid cry, and abilities that no one could defeat. He looks worse than the little boy.
But the fact is that it is the little boy who is inferior to him in the eyes of others in this society.
Because he owns his own property.
That big house, those servants, and the parents' official positions were the property of that ugly and stupid child. This is the rule of this society, which allows those stupid people to be superior to him, and allows him to be born extraordinary, but still in their eyes, like a beast that can be bought and sold at will, and no one will submit to or be interested in his power.
Later, he left the compound. He could easily climb over the wall and leave without attracting any adult's attention. Before leaving, he could beat the child up severely, using his body or his supernatural powers to make the child cry without daring to.
But when he got out of there, he still had nothing.
Just as it was from then until now, whether in Ciyu Village or in the Lian family.
Or now, in front of this immortal.
From those pretentious Jindan monks, he knew that immortals looked down on mortals, which was an iron rule in the world of immortal cultivation. Immortals like cleanliness. Even the immortal master invited by the Lian family would get furious even if his robe was just touched by a servant.
But now this immortal said...it was written on his hand?
The immortal's words were still cold and it was hard to tell whether they were sincere or a joke.
Or - this was just like what people in the market often did, the beginning of a humiliation.
The little boy didn't say anything, using the twilight to hide the dark thoughts in his eyes. But that person actually lifted up his sleeves naturally and placed his dazzlingly white hands on the coffee table, palms facing up. He said, "But there is one condition. You have to write on my hand. What will you give in exchange?"
"……?"
Sure enough, it came.
But at this moment, the little boy's dark eyes lit up slightly.
…
Is now a good time to ask to become a disciple/apply to embark on the path to immortality?
...As an orphan, I have nowhere to go, but fortunately I am quite familiar with this area. If the Immortal Master is willing, he would be willing to lead the way for the Immortal Master and others and serve them at all times.
Besides that, he has a message to share.
——The mysterious person who was seen that day, refining medicine in the back mountain but pretending to be Granny Lao.
If he saw it correctly when he came in, he could clearly smell the aroma of medicine wafting from the rooms next door. There were two people lying inside, and they seemed to be poisoned.
When passing by the wing room, the whispers of the nun who led him here and another nun confirmed his guess.
This mysterious man should be the one who poisoned these young monks.
Although it is unclear who is the leader among them, this group of people comes from a famous family and looks more decent.
If I could follow them and embark on the path to immortality...
"My Lord, I..." the little boy said, "I am just an orphan..."
The immortal said, "Oh? Then you are the only one left?"
……?
There's something not quite right about that.
The little boy was thinking about how to say this, but the beauty sitting in front of him smiled, and a light flashed in her eyes.
"In that case, you write on my hand. I will also carve a few words on your body." The man said calmly, "Write. What are you doing standing there like an idiot?"
He spread out his five fingers, looking calm and composed, like a superior who was bestowing grace.
He said, “I’ll give you five seconds.”
...When he speaks, it always feels like there is no time to think. That natural superiority makes people have no choice but to follow his orders. The little boy placed his fingers on his palm, was silent for a moment, and then began to draw stroke by stroke.
I clearly feel that I am closer to my goal, but at this moment, why do I feel that the initiative is on the other side again?
The beauty looked cold, but his palms were soft.
Soft and cool. It's a bit frightening.
Beauty: "That's right. Ask how the water can be so clear. All seven words are written correctly. I didn't write '那' as '哪'."
He didn't let the little boy feel happy even for a moment, and said, "Turn around."
Little boy:?
Beauty: "It's my turn to write on your back. Feel it carefully and guess what these words are."
Seeing the male protagonist turned away silently. Ning Mingmei had no idea why the little bad boy had aphasia. He stretched out his fingers and naturally carved a few words on his back using his magic power.
It's like a painless tattoo that disappears in twenty years.
The movement was brisk, but the little bad boy froze. Ning Mingmei finished writing and asked, "What did I just write?"
The little boy said awkwardly, "...I don't know."
One was because of the feeling of the other person's magic power on his back through the cloth. The second reason is…he was indeed distracted.
He kept thinking in his mind about the immortal's intention in doing so. In his opinion, these people would never do anything meaningless.
And I really couldn't recognize the word.
Ning Mingmei, who wrote in simplified Chinese characters, was very calm: "Serve the clan with loyalty and devotion."
The only system present that knew the allusion was screaming.
"It seems like there is still a lot of room for improvement. You can't even recognize the words you wrote down. You got more than half of them wrong. You read the book, but did you memorize all the knowledge?" Ning Mingmei said naturally, "Go back to your seat."
Little boy: ...
…………
………………
Serve the clan with loyalty and devotion.
His face twisted for a moment, then he clenched his fists and went back in silence.
Ning Mingmei still held up his chin and smiled at him: "Although you are not from the Immortal Sect, I am in a good mood today, so I will test you with the entry-level test that low-level disciples often take. Your strength...hmm, hmm."
Low-level disciple!
Do it often.
Ning Mingmei: "However, it is your blessing to be able to complete this set of test questions."
The little boy's expression was a little distorted: "Thank you, Immortal Venerable."
Wow, the defense is broken.
The little boy's chest rose and fell slightly, and he looked very defenseless. I guess this person has seen many bad people in his life, but has never seen such a bad person.
How could someone so beautiful be so evil? How is that possible?
Ning Mingmei glanced at him.
Oh, his eyes are a little red, and a little gloomy and fierce.
A look that said "How dare you play tricks on me".
As a kind-hearted time traveler, Ning Mingmei decided to leave the male protagonist a little self-respect. Ning Mingmei didn't even look at him. He just held his chin and looked out the window.
The sun has set.
Only the system roared in Ning Mingmei's mind: "You're done. I say, you're done. The male protagonist's favorability towards you is -40."
Ning Mingmei said, "It's okay. Since he wants something from me, he should be aware of providing me with what I need."
For example, clues.
Clues about Gui Ruoxue.
System: "What does he want?"
Ning Mingmei didn't believe that Lian Chengyue came here just to deliver a book or recite a book.
"Since I am the one he needs to please, he should pay the price." Ning Mingmei: "As for breaking his defense, he should be grateful for the training I gave him. People who achieve great things don't care about trivial matters. If you can't even stand this little bit of humiliation, how can you survive in society in the future? How can you be my good disciple?"
System: "If he goes to worship other immortals as his master, don't regret it! Don't forget, there are still Bai Ruoru and Qi Miancheng..."
Ning Mingmei: "Tsk. Isn't that just right?"
There was that contemptuous tone again.
The sun sets with only the last ray left. Only then did the little boy calm down a little and unclench his fists. He raised his head slightly and looked at Ning Mingmei.
Ning Mingmei still didn't look at him, but was still looking out the window with a vague expression.
It's as if there is no difference between him sitting here and him not sitting here.
When he didn't speak, he was still like a sapphire. The little boy thought.
Somehow, for the first time, an unfamiliar emotion arose in his heart. This was something he had never experienced since he was a child.
——Many years later, Lian Chengyue recalled the evening when he delivered the book to Gao’s house.
"This is the first time in my life that I feel wronged." At that time, at the age of 350, Ning Mingmei personally sent talents to the society... No, Lian Chengyue from the demon world, said with a hoarse voice.
That’s all later.
now.
How come such a person is still so gorgeous even when he is not talking.
The little boy frowned. This conflicting mood was like a whirlpool.
But in the end he still thought about his own goal.
It is normal to get scratches from touching gemstones.
Bad Seed then calmed down and said to Ning Mingmei: "Immortal Venerable..."
It’s decided.
He first said goodbye in a pretentious manner, and then mentioned that he saw a strange man in the back mountain who held Ning Mingmei captive, so that he would beg her to stay.
——If Ning Mingmei took the initiative to ask him to stay, would he feel a little bit of victory?
Ning Mingmei: "I almost forgot you were still here."
kill.
Ning Mingmei: "It's so late, why don't you go back?"
double kill.
Ning Mingmei: "You go on your own. It will be unsafe on the road if you are late."
triple kill.
Little boy: ...
Is this person really a human? How could you let such a fragile five-year-old child walk back on the mountain road alone?
Looking at the little boy's completely shocked eyes, Ning Mingmei finally took a sip of tea.
Ning Mingmei said to the system: "Isn't this expression much better? Why is he pretending to be a king when he's just a kid?"
system:……
I really want to beat you to death——
Little boy: "My Immortal, it's late at night and the dew is heavy..."
Ning Mingmei: "You can use idioms now, not bad."
Little boy: "I'm alone..."
Ning Mingmei: "So we need to get going quickly."
Little boy: “But…”
At this moment, there was a noise at the door.
"Master!" Eleven came in from outside, "We found the little girl selling umbrellas. But she knew nothing. Later, we discovered another thing, but..."
His face looked depressed, mixed with a little regret and a little weirdness.
Ning Mingmei ignored the boy's words again and asked Eleven: "What's wrong?"
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