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The ancient city gate faced the setting sun with its back to the east. A few naughty children in simple clothes were playing around the ancient city gate. They climbed up and slid down along the pile of sand, rolling down. Their bodies were covered in dust, and their faces were covered in dirt. It was hard to tell who was who.
Not long after, the children's adults were scolding them from afar. They quickly changed the battlefield and ran to the bundled horse fodder, using it as a spring bed.
Mofan also noticed that there was a child in the corner. He was drawing something with a tree branch. The ancient city wall was covered in dirt. It seemed like he was digging out the sand from the cracks of the wall. When he walked in, he saw the child's focused look. Seeing the dirt being dug out from the bricks was simply a blessing for people with obsessive-compulsive disorder.
"Little brat, what are you doing?" Mofan walked over and asked.
"Are you blind?" the child replied.
"Are you asking for a beating?" Mofan rolled up his sleeves.
Ling Ling stopped Mofan and rolled her eyes at him.
She had never seen someone who could kill a conversation with just a few sentences.
"Why are you scraping the dirt off the wall? Do you know the meaning of this place?" Ling Ling asked.
"My father used to do this. He said he didn't want the things left behind by the ancestors to be buried in the sand. He didn't want the paintings on the wall to be corroded by the wind," the child replied.
"Then what about your father?" Ling Ling continued to ask.
The child looked at Ling Ling. He had probably never seen such a beautiful big sister in the big city. After looking for a while, his face couldn't help but blush. He answered truthfully, "My father … he will only come at night."
"Then can we wait for him here?" Ling Ling asked.
"No, he won't see anyone," the child said with certainty.
"It's okay. You can bring us to see him. He will be happy to see us. After all, we all know the secret of the ancient city wall. Do you think sister is a bad person?" Ling Ling said.
"Sister doesn't look like one, but he does." The child pointed at Mofan and said seriously.
Mofan raised his fist and was about to punch him, but Ling Ling glared at him.
After some persuasion, the child finally agreed to take them to see his father. However, they had to wait until nighttime. Presumably, his father would be working very late.
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"You can't spoil this kind of brat. Actually, if you beat him up, he'll tell you everything. Why sacrifice yourself?" Mofan was quite dissatisfied with the kid who called him an outsider.
"People are always interested in beautiful things and have a good impression of them. He probably thinks that you are ugly and ferocious." Zhao Manyan added insult to Mofan's injury.
Mofan couldn't be bothered with this guy's mockery. He climbed to the top of the ancient city wall and found an angle with a wider view. He then sat there and began to focus on his cultivation.
After all, he had just obtained the other part of the Geyser Spring. Even though he had used half of it, the energy stored in this other part of the Geyser Spring was not inferior to Xiayu's.
It was probably because the guardians of Helan Mountain had always adhered to their ancestral teachings. They protected it better than any other tribe.
When dusk arrived, everything turned dusky, including this ancient city gate. The town was still quite lively during the day, forming a small market. Carriages and horse merchants could be seen coming and going …
However, when dusk arrived, those tricycle stalls, street vendors, carriages, and horse stalls were all taken away. Everyone returned to their own homes and went to find their mothers.
The group of wild children who had been playing near the ancient city gate also left with their adults. When the sky was about to turn dark, no one came to call the child's mother to pick him up.
Originally, Mofan and the others thought that this was a small town, the kind where people lived. Who knew that once the sky turned dark, everyone would leave. There weren't many people who actually lived here.
After walking around, they realized that the houses in this small town were basically empty. Their daily necessities were all covered in dust. It turned out that the merchants didn't live here at all. They just used this place as a temporary market for the various villages, towns, and counties.
For a time, Wang Cang Town at the ancient city gate was gone. Only the child who had been scraping the dirt on the wall was left. Late at night, when the cold sand wind blew, no one came to pick him up.
"What's your name?" Mofan opened his eyes and found that the child was still there. He couldn't help but ask.
"Little Tai," the child replied.
"Where's your mother? Everyone goes home when it gets dark. Are you just going to wait here for your father to come back from work?" Mofan continued to ask.
"Yeah."
"Why isn't there a single resident here? Do you live here or somewhere else?"
"I live here."
"Oh, oh. Then only your family lives here. It's fine during the day, and it's quite lively. But at night, it's cold and gloomy. It must be hard for a little kid like you to live here alone," Mofan said.
Thinking about it, the fact that this ancient city wall could be preserved until now had a lot to do with this pair of father and son. Otherwise, with the modern people's desire for destruction, this ancient city wall with a long history would have long been destroyed without leaving a single brick behind.
"What were you doing just now? Doing homework?" The child was interested in Mofan's cultivation.
"Cultivation …" Mofan thought for a moment and said, "Yeah, you can call it doing homework."
After nine years of compulsory magic education, the meditation after classes could indeed be called doing homework.
"No one taught me. Can you teach me?" Little Tai asked.
"Didn't you say that I'm like a bad person? How can you learn from a bad person?" Mofan said with a serious face.
"I learned it. It's fine as long as I don't do bad things like you. There are good and bad people, but there are no good and bad skills," Little Tai replied.
Mofan was speechless, but he heard the people around him laughing.
Little kid, your values are quite good.
"You're still too young, I can't teach you. You have to first lay down your Magic foundation. When you're fifteen years old and your body's condition is suitable, then you can awaken your first Magic Element. Once you have your first Magic Stardust, then you can cultivate like I just did. However, not everyone can become a Magician. From what I see, other than scraping walls, you don't know anything else, so don't have any extravagant hopes for becoming a Magician." Mo Fan patted the little kid's shoulder as he spoke in a sincere and heartfelt manner.
"Is this the stardust you were talking about?" The child stretched out his hand. A light yellow vortex of light appeared on his palm, like a miniature of a peaceful yellow stardust in the distant universe.
Mofan's jaw almost dropped!
How old was this kid? He was at most 10 years old.
How could he have awakened the earth element???
Who gave him the Awakening Stone? Wasn't that harming him?!
The reason why awakening had to be done at the age of 15 and above was because awakening would put a huge mental burden on the human brain. The brain development and mental endurance of children under 15 years old were too weak. Awakening would only cause damage to their minds.
Once their minds were damaged, there would be a lot of trouble on the path of cultivation in the future. For example, they wouldn't be able to concentrate on meditation, and their meditation time would be severely shortened.
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