The Black Rose Blossoms Again
Night light shone on the ground, covering the simple village in a silvery white veil.
The frogs by the pond croaked. A thick cloud passed in front of the moon, causing the bright night to darken in the blink of an eye.
Beside the pond, the middle-aged man and the youth stood facing each other.
The middle-aged man frowned at the youth in front of him. He saw the tears in his eyes and the maniacal smile on his face.
"What's wrong, can't you do it?"
After not getting a reply from the middle-aged man for a long time, the youth sneered and walked away.
"Is this what you really think?"
The silent middle-aged man said as the young man brushed past him.
"Of course."
The youth purposely put on an indifferent expression, but his disguise was so obvious in front of the middle-aged man.
His eyes shone with excitement, anticipation for the unknown.
"Fine, since you want to walk this path, I'll let you," the middle-aged man said after a brief silence. "Come back with me."
Inside the dilapidated brick house.
The dirty house wasn't very big. More than half of the room was filled with metal refining tools, as well as many hoes and sickles used for farm work. There were also a few blades mixed in.
The youth hated this place. In the past, he would only stand outside the door and never set foot inside.
But this time, he came. The reason was simple: he was about to become an immortal.
Although he was a loner, he had secretly heard the stories of immortals from the villagers.
There was nothing he couldn't do.
When the adults told stories about immortals, the children who always bullied him would be filled with curiosity and yearning for immortals.
If he learned immortal spells, perhaps those children could become friends with him.
Yes, he wanted to become friends.
The youth wasn't a bad person. Even if the children always bullied him, he still wanted to use spells to exchange for companions, not to use spells to bully them back.
"Find a place to sit."
The middle-aged man entered the room and gestured for the youth to find a place to sit. He didn't immediately teach him immortal cultivation. Instead, he packed up the hoes that were to be handed over to the villagers tomorrow.
The youth sat obediently to the side. At this moment, he didn't look the same as before.
This was the nature of children, and it had been like this since ancient times.
After a long time, the middle-aged man tidied up the hoe in the room and walked to the young man.
The young man who had been waiting eagerly saw him and hurriedly said.
"Shall we start now?"
"Before we start, I need to remind you." The middle-aged man's eyes were filled with seriousness. "If you choose to cultivate, then it means that you will have to leave the mortal world in the future. Your future experience will not be as smooth as it is now. You will be walking on the edge of a knife, and the slightest mistake could put your life in danger. Even so, do you still want to take this path? "
"En, en."
The young man nodded his head like a chick pecking at grains. Something about leaving the world of mortals and wandering on the tip of a knife …
He didn't listen to them at all. Right now, he just wanted to quickly learn magic so that he could show off his skills in front of those guys.
The middle-aged man was not surprised by the youth's behavior. Wasn't he the same back then?
In order for his son to live a peaceful life, he deliberately lived in seclusion in the mountains and became a farmer in this village. However, he still could not stop his son from stepping on the same path as him.
His heart sank, the middle-aged man couldn't help but ask again.
"Have you really decided?"
"Of course." The young man nodded with certainty.
"Good. Since you are still so certain, then I won't try to persuade you anymore."
With that, the middle-aged man took out a secret manual and threw it to the young man.
The young man carefully caught the book. He didn't ask the middle-aged man what it was. According to the adults in the village, this should be the legendary secret manual.
His eyes were filled with excitement and curiosity. He opened the book and saw the lowest level of drawing energy into the body.
Even so, it was a whole new world for him. In an instant, he was completely immersed in it. His little hands kept flipping through the pages …
"Black Rose. Hey, Dad, are we using Black Rose?"
"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded.
"That's great." The young man excitedly clenched his fists. If he displayed the moves of Black Rose in front of those kids, they would definitely be dumbfounded.
A few hours passed.
"Dad."
The young man who was flipping through the book suddenly spoke. The middle-aged man sitting by the smelting furnace glanced at him.
"What is it?"
"Why is it recorded …" The young man frowned as if organizing his words. "Wither, Wither … Why are they all like this?"
Before he finished speaking, the young man flipped to the end of the book.
"Hey, I got it, I got it. Bloom. Dad, this move must be really cool. Those Wither and Wither sounds a little uncomfortable. I want to learn this move. Dad, teach me this move. Let's Bloom. "
The young man excitedly pointed to the end of the book. However, the middle-aged man glanced at him.
"I can teach you everything but this move. I hope you won't use this move for the rest of your life."
"Why?" The young man frowned. "Why can't you teach me this move?"
Right now, he could only understand the spiritual techniques in the book literally. Wither and Wither didn't look like good spiritual techniques.
If he showed these spiritual techniques to those kids, they might not bully him, but they might stay away out of fear.
He wanted to cultivate to make friends. He didn't want to learn this move.
"Because if you use this move, you'll die!"
"Huh?" The young man acted as if he didn't hear clearly. "Dad, what did you just say? I'll die?"
"Yes, I'll die." The middle-aged man didn't waste any more words.
The young man was good at reading people. Looking at the middle-aged man's expression, he more or less guessed that he was telling the truth.
"I'll actually die."
Death was too far away for a child his age. However, he didn't want to learn a move that would kill him if he used it.
"Then why write it in here? Since you'll die if you use it, who would use it?"
The young man angrily threw the book to the side and pouted. He did want to become an immortal. He wanted to use immortal techniques to win friends, but he didn't want to die after using it …
"Someone will use it."
"Only an idiot would use it!" the young man snorted.
At that moment, the middle-aged man picked up the book and gently patted the young man's head.
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