Chapter 4 Ice
From the first night after returning to the human world, Mo Wen could not fall asleep peacefully. It seemed that lying there for a thousand years led to his current insomnia, or perhaps he was afraid that the warmth given by Ling Ran would dissipate in his dreams.
"call!"
He suddenly opened his eyes, and the cold light in Mo Wen's eyes made the temperature in the whole cabin drop sharply.
“Oh no!”
Mo Wen immediately reacted and jumped off the bed, but it was too late.
A thin layer of frost had already condensed on the bed sheets. Thinking of Ling Ran's furious look, Mo Wen smiled helplessly, stroking the grass ring on his finger and sitting cross-legged on the ground.
“I don’t know if I have been eliminated by this era.”
Before closing his eyes, Mo Wen murmured.
The martial art he practiced was called "Hanbing Jue", which was considered a magical skill for ice cultivators in ancient China, and could greatly enhance one's own frost attributes.
The technique is divided into nine levels. The first four levels correspond to the four stages of Heaven, Earth and Yellow respectively, while no one has reached the last five stages since the technique was created.
Mo Wen, who had an extremely cold body at that time, relied on this set of skills to enter the Earth Level at the age of 20. He became famous and was hailed as a genius throughout the ages in the world of immortal cultivation. He even became a seed of the world of immortal cultivation in the world of destruction and has been dormant ever since.
For a thousand years, although Mo Wen did not actively practice in the ice coffin, the raging spiritual energy nourished his meridians all the time, and his cultivation had already reached an unimaginable level. However, all of this dissipated after entering the circle.
So what Mo Wen is doing now is to re-establish the connection with the almost condensed spiritual energy in the circle and start practicing again.
Once you succeed, your cultivation on this perfect body will surely advance by leaps and bounds.
But from late night to dawn of the next day, Mo Wen did not succeed in establishing a relationship with any trace of spiritual energy.
"well!"
With a long sigh, Mo Wen slowly got up from the ground and stretched his stiff body.
"Mo Wen, did you sleep well last night?"
"Of course she's still sleeping."
"Do you need me to wake her up for you?"
As soon as Mo Wen walked out of the room, he saw his grandmother practicing Tai Chi in the yard. She trotted over and observed Mo Wen while asking.
"No, no, I'll just go for a walk by myself."
Mo Wen was startled by such attentiveness. He waved his hands hastily and went out without even washing his face.
“Rustle, rustle.”
Stepping on the snow, the smile on Mo Wen's face was flawless.
He cherishes this kind of life that he can hold in his hands, and he cherishes Ling Ran, the only person who cares about him even more.
That's enough.
The early morning in the small mountain village is not peaceful. The sounds of chickens crowing and dogs barking can be heard from one end of the village to the other, and people are already working in the fields.
“Square dance has been popular for thousands of years.”
Standing at the village square, Mo Wen sighed as he admired the lively atmosphere.
It's all so real.
Even though Mo Wen looked very unfamiliar, after the end of the world, many people were willing to give Mo Wen a smile.
However, where there is light, there is darkness, and there are always disgusting things in every era.
"Whose bucket is this!"
"Master Wang, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
"Be more careful next time, or I'll tear your house down!"
Mo Wen looked in the direction of the voice and saw a luxury car parked on the narrow path. Another middle-aged man was jogging to move a plastic bucket on the side of the road.
"You are so blind."
But the middle-aged man was always one step late.
The young man got out of the car, kicked the plastic bucket away, and then got back into the car, all in one go.
After the car stuck to the curb and entered the village, the middle-aged man slowly picked up the rice seedlings scattered on the path with a bitter look.
"This is really too much!"
"That's right, if the Wang family is really powerful, why don't they get a hover car?"
"Hush, be careful of the lackeys who go to report the news."
This incident also caused the village aunties who were originally dancing to gather together and speak out for justice.
"Uncle, that guy doesn't look like a local?"
It was not until Mo Wen squatted in front of the middle-aged man and helped him pick up the rice seedlings on the ground that the middle-aged man reacted.
"Haha, why would they live in this remote mountain area like ours?"
A flash of sadness flashed across the middle-aged man's face. Obviously, he was trying hard to maintain his self-esteem in front of Mo Wen.
"Then why is he here?"
Mo Wen pretended not to see it, but continued to move his hands and asked softly.
"Demolition, those black-hearted businessmen."
"Thank you very much, young man."
"You don't look like you're from here either, haha."
The middle-aged man stood up and wanted to pat Mo Wen on the shoulder, but when he saw that his hands were covered in mud, he just laughed.
Mo Wen stared at his back, and only after he continued to work in the fields did he reluctantly prepare to return to Ling Ran's home.
Obviously, he did not believe Mo Wen, but Mo Wen also knew that these simple and honest villagers were really hurt by the black-hearted businessmen they called them, so they were so vigilant.
“Sure enough, there are differences in each era.”
Mo Wen teased.
Sometimes, fate is so wonderful. Mo Wen saw the arrogant young man at the entrance of the village again after just ten minutes.
At this time, the car was parked in front of Ling Ran's house. His grandmother was blocking the door and trying to stop the young man from entering. At the young man's feet were a variety of gifts, which seemed not cheap judging by the packaging.
"Mo Wen, you're back!"
Seeing Mo Wen appear around the corner, grandma called out enthusiastically.
At the same time, the young man also looked over, a flash of astonishment in his eyes, followed by deep contempt.
He didn't believe that the guy who was standing stupidly at the entrance of the village just now was Ling Ran's boyfriend.
"Wang Xiaoming, now you believe it, right?"
When Mo Wen came closer, grandma pulled Mo Wen to her side.
"Grandma, it's only reliable if Xiaoran tells me this in person."
Wang Xiaoming resisted the urge to rush in and said with a forced smile.
At the same time, Mo Wen also looked at Wang Xiaoming carefully.
Perhaps it was the scene that just happened at the entrance of the village that made Mo Wen think of taking over first. He did not have a good impression of Wang Xiaoming.
This guy was slightly taller than Mo Wen, and was about 1.7 meters tall. Although he looked decent and had a pair of peach blossom eyes that made people want to take a second look at him, his thin and pale appearance showed that he had been hollowed out by alcohol and sex.
"What do you want me to tell you in person?"
Ling Ran's voice broke the cold atmosphere, and the three of them couldn't help but look towards Ling Ran.
Even though Ling Ran had just woken up and had no time to dress up, and was still in pajamas, her foundation was there, and she looked good no matter how you looked at her, and even had a bit of natural beauty.
"Wang Xiaoming, I told you not to come to my house to look for me in the future."
"I don't want to see you."
Standing next to Mo Wen and his grandmother, Ling Ran leaned against the door frame, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and scolded impatiently.
"Xiao Ran, we are classmates. School starts today, so isn't it convenient for me to go here?"
Wang Xiaoming grinned and rubbed his hands.
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