The night light spreads on the earth, making this simple village shrouded in a silver-white veil.
The frogs at the pond cooed, but a thick cloud passed by that month at this time, making the bright night darken in the blink of an eye.
By the pond, the middle-aged man and the boy stood facing each other.
The middle-aged man frowned and looked at the boy in front of him, the tears in his eyes, and the frantic smile at the corner of his mouth.
"What's the matter, can't it be done?"
He didn't get a reply from the middle-aged man for a long time, and the young man let out a faint sneer, and even walked away from him.
"Is this what you really think?"
The silent middle-aged man said when the boy passed him by.
"Of course."
The teenager deliberately displayed a very indifferent color, but his disguise was so obvious in front of middle-aged people.
The excitement in his eyes is the expectation of the unknown.
"Okay, since you want to go this way, then I'll let you go this way." After a short silence, the middle-aged man said calmly, "Go back with me."
Inside a dilapidated brick dwelling.
The messy house is not too big, and more than half of the room is stacked with metal smelting utensils, as well as many hoes and scythes used for farming, with a few weapons in the middle.
The young man hated this place very much. In the past, he would just stand outside the door when he came here, and would never set foot here.
But this time he came in for the very simple reason that he would be an immortal soon.
Although he was withdrawn, he had also secretly heard the stories of immortals told by the villagers in the village.
Heaven and earth, nothing is impossible.
Those children who always bullied him, when they met the group of adults telling stories about immortals, their eyes were also full of curiosity and yearning for immortals.
If he had learned the magic of the fairy, maybe those children could be friends with him.
Yes, he wanted to be friends.
The young man's heart is not bad, even if those children are always bullying him, but at this time he still thinks about using magic to exchange for partners, rather than using magic to bully him back.
"Find a place to sit down."
The middle-aged man who entered the room signaled the boy to find a place to sit down. Instead of teaching him to cultivate immortals directly, he packed up the hoe to be handed over to the villagers tomorrow in the room.
The young man sat beside him obediently, and at this moment he couldn't see the slightest look just now.
This is the nature of a child's heart, and it has always been the case.
After a long time passed, the middle-aged man packed up the hoe in the room and walked in front of the boy.
The boy who had been looking forward to seeing him coming, hurriedly said.
"Shall we start now?"
"Father needs to remind you before we start." The middle-aged man's eyes were full of solemnity, "If you choose to cultivate immortals, it means that your future will definitely be far away from the world. Your future experience will not be as smooth as it is now. , walking on the tip of the knife, if you miss a little, you may be in danger of life. Even so, do you want to go this way?"
"Uh-huh."
The young man nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice, staying away from the red dust and walking on the tip of the knife...
He doesn't listen to these at all, he just wants to learn spells quickly, and then show his hand in front of those guys.
There is nothing surprising about the performance of the young man in the eyes of middle-aged people. Wasn't he the same way back then
In order to allow his children to live a stable life, he deliberately lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests and became a farmer in this village, but he still couldn't stop his children from following his same path.
The mood sank, and the middle-aged man couldn't help but ask again.
"Have you really decided?"
"Of course." The boy nodded firmly.
"Okay, since you are still so sure, then as a father, I won't persuade you any more."
As soon as the voice fell, the middle-aged man took out a secret book and threw it at the young man.
The young man took the book carefully. He didn't ask the middle-aged man what the book was. According to the adults in the village, this book should be the legendary secret book.
His eyes were full of excitement and curiosity, and he turned the pages of the book, and what caught his eye was the lowest-level air-inhaling body.
But even so, it was a whole new world for him. But in an instant, he was completely immersed in it, and his little hands kept opening...
"Black rose, hey, did we use black rose?"
"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded.
"That's really great." The boy clenched his fists excitedly, the move of the Black Rose, showing it in front of the group of children will definitely make them stunned.
Several hours passed.
"father."
The boy who was flipping through the books suddenly opened his mouth, and the middle-aged man sitting by the furnace gave him a look.
"What's wrong?"
"Why is this recorded above..." The young man frowned as if sorting out the language, "Wither, wither... Why are all these moves?"
Before he finished speaking, the young man turned the book to the end.
"Hey, I have it, bloom. Dad, this trick must be very cool. Those withering and withering sound a bit uncomfortable. I want to learn this trick. Dad, teach me this trick, and bloom this trick."
The young man excitedly pointed to the end of the book, but the middle-aged man gave him a faint glance.
"I can teach you the rest, but I can't teach you this trick, and I hope you don't use this trick in your life."
"Why?" The boy frowned and said, "Why can't you teach me this trick?"
Now he can only understand the spiritual skills in the books literally, and withering and withering are not good spiritual skills.
If you show those children this kind of spiritual skill, maybe they won't be bullying him, but they will stay far away in fear of him.
He thought that the purpose of cultivating immortals was to make friends, and he didn't want to learn this kind of move.
"Because of this trick, you will die!"
"Ah?" The young man said as if he didn't hear clearly, "Father, what did you just say, will you die?"
"Yes, I will die." The middle-aged man didn't have any extra words.
The young man still knew what he said, looking at the face of the middle-aged man, he could guess that what he said was true.
"It's going to die."
Death seemed too far away for a child of his age, but he didn't want to learn this trick of dying.
"Then why do you have to write it on this, since you will die if you use it, who else will use it."
He threw the resentful book aside, and pouted a little in a fit of anger. He really yearns for immortals, and wants to use immortal magic to win partners, but he doesn't want to use it and die...
"There will always be someone who will use it."
"Only a fool can use it!" the boy hummed.
At this moment, the middle-aged man picked up the book and gently patted the boy on the head.
"You are still young and don't understand. Of course, a father certainly doesn't want to forget you using this kind of spiritual skill, but when you really find a reason to bloom, then... the black rose will bloom again!"