Chapter 2826 10-Year-Old Awakening

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Facing the sunset, the ancient city gate faced the sunset, with its back to the east, a few simple-dressed bear children were playing up and down the ancient city gate. , his face is full of dirt, and he can't tell who is who.

After a while, they heard the children's adults scolding from a distance, so they quickly changed the battlefield, ran to the bundled horse hay, and used the horse hay as a spring bed.

Mo Fan noticed that there was a child at the corner of the wall. He was drawing something with a tree branch by himself. The walls of the ancient city wall were full of dirt. Walking in to see his focused and serious look, watching the dirt in the wall tiles being pulled out, is simply a blessing for obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"Little devil, what are you doing?" Mo Fan walked over and asked.

"Are you blind?" the child replied.

"You deserve a beating, right?" Mo Fan rolled up his sleeves.

Lingling on the side stopped Mo Fan and gave him a big white eye.

I've never seen a person who would kill God with just two words like this.

"Why do you scrape off the dirt on it? Do you know the meaning of the place you scraped?" Lingling asked.

"My father did this before, saying that the things left by the ancestors would not be buried in the sand, and that the paintings on the wall should not be invaded by the wind." The child replied.

"What about your father?" Lingling then asked.

The child looked at Lingling, and probably had never seen such a beautiful young lady in a big city. After watching it for a while, her face couldn't help but turn red, and she answered truthfully: "My father...he will come at night."

"Then let's wait for him here, okay?" Lingling said.

"No, he doesn't see anyone." The child said with certainty.

"It doesn't matter, you take us to see him, he will be happy to see us, after all, we are all people who know the secrets of this ancient city wall, do you think my sister looks like a bad person?" Lingling said.

"Sister is not like, he is like." The child pointed at Mo Fan and said seriously.

Mo Fan raised his fist and was about to punch, and gave Lingling a look back.

After a while of persuasion, the child finally agreed to take them to see his father, but he had to wait until the night, thinking that his father would have to work very late.

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"You can't get used to this kind of brat. In fact, beat him up, he said everything, why sacrifice his color." Mo Fan had a problem with the child who said he looked like an outsider.

"People have a pursuit of beautiful things and a good impression. He probably thinks you are ugly and fierce." Zhao Manyan gave Mo Fan a shot.

Mo Fan didn't bother to pay any attention to this guy's ridicule, so he climbed to the top of the ancient city wall, found an angle with a wider field of vision, and sat there and began to concentrate on his practice.

After all, I just got another part of the holy spring. Although half of it has been used, the energy stored in this half of the holy spring is no less than that of Xiayu.

Probably the guardians of Helan Mountain have always adhered to the ancestral teachings, and they have protected them better than any other family.

When dusk came, everything turned into the color of dusk, including this ancient city gate. The town was a bit lively during the day, forming the appearance of a small market. You can see vehicles and horse dealers coming and going...

But in the evening, the tricycle stalls, street vendors, vehicles, and stalls pulled by horses were all taken away, and everyone went back to their respective homes and looked for their mothers.

A group of wild children who were playing near the ancient city gate also followed their adults. When it was getting dark, no one came to call the mother of the child who pushed the wall to pick him up.

Originally, Mo Fan and the others thought that this was a small town that was inhabited. Who knew that when it got dark, everyone left, and there were not many people who actually lived here.

After walking around, I found that the houses in this small town are basically empty, and the living utensils are all gray. It turns out that those traders don’t live here at all, but they only use it as a temporary gathering place for each village, town and county. city.

For a while, the small town of Wangcang at the gate of the ancient city disappeared, and only the child who scratched the walls just now was left.

In the middle of the night, when the icy sand wind was blowing, no one came to pick him up.

"What's your name?" Mo Fan opened his eyes and found that the kid was still there, so he couldn't help asking.

"Xiaotai." The child replied.

"What about your mother, everyone went home after dark, are you here waiting for your father to come back from work?" Mo Fan continued.

"Um."

"Why are there no residents here, do you live here or somewhere else?"

"live here."

"Oh, then here is where your family lives. It's fine during the day, and it's quite lively, but at night, it's cold and gloomy, and it's hard for you to be a big kid here by yourself." Mo Fan said .

It has a lot to do with the father and son that this ancient city wall can be preserved so well. Otherwise, with the desire to destroy people today, this ancient city wall with a long history has long been detained and not a single brick is left. .

"What were you doing just now, doing your homework?" The child became interested in Mo Fan's previous practice.

"Cultivation..." Mo Fan thought about it and said, "Well, it can also be called homework."

Nine years of compulsory magic education, and the meditation practice that usually comes back after class can indeed be called homework and question bank.

"No one taught me, can you teach me?" Xiaotai asked.

"Didn't you say I'm like a bad guy, how can you learn something from a bad guy?" Mo Fan said solemnly.

"I've learned it. It's good to not do bad things like you. There are good and bad people, but there are no good or bad skills." Xiaotai replied.

Mo Fan was speechless, but he heard a few people laughing next to him.

Boy, you are very righteous.

"You are still too young to teach you. You have to lay a solid foundation for magic first. When you are over 15 years old and your physical conditions are suitable, you can awaken your first magic department. With your first magic stardust, You can practice like I did just now, but not everyone can become a magician. I think you can’t do anything except scrape the wall, so don’t have any extravagant expectations on the magician.” Mo Fan patted the boy on the shoulder, Seriously strangled.

"Is this the stardust you're talking about?" The child stretched out his palm, and a light yellow swirling light pattern appeared on his palm, like a microcosm of a quiet yellow stardust in a distant star universe.

Mo Fan's jaw almost couldn't close!

How old is this kid, 10 years old at most.

How could he have awakened the earth element? ? ?

Who gave him the Awakening Stone, isn't this harmful! !

The reason why awakening should be carried out over the age of 15 is that awakening will bring a great mental load to the human brain. Children under the age of 15 are too weak in brain development and mental endurance. Reckless awakening will only affect them. mental damage.

Once the spirit is damaged, there will be many troubles in the future cultivation path, such as being unable to concentrate on meditation, severely shortening the meditation time, and even mental tingling during meditation.

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