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The ancient city gate faced the setting sun, and on the east side, a few naughty children dressed in simple clothes were playing and playing up and down the ancient city gate. They climbed up and slid down along the pile of sand and soil, rolling down, making them covered in dust and faces, and they couldn't tell who was who.

After a while, they heard the adults of these children cursing in the distance, so they quickly changed the battlefield and ran to the side of the strapped horse and used the horse grass 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 alone. The walls of the ancient city wall were covered with soil. It seemed to be cutting out the sand and soil in the cracks of the wall. When he walked in, he looked at his focused and serious look. Seeing the dirt in the wall tiles being cut out, it was a blessing for obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"Little kid, 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 roll of eyes.

I have never seen someone who can talk to the sky to death with just a few words like this.

"Why do you want to scrape off the dust and dirt on it? Do you know what the place you scratched open means?" Lingling asked.

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

"What about your father?" Lingling continued.

The child looked at Lingling and probably had never seen such a beautiful lady in a big city. After watching for a while, his face turned red and he answered truthfully: "My father... he will come only tonight."

"Then can we wait for him here?" Lingling said.

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

"It's okay. If 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 is like a bad person?" Lingling said.

"Sister doesn't look like him, he looks like him." The child pointed at Mo Fan and said seriously.

Mo Fan raised his fist and was about to beat him up, so he glared back at Lingling.

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

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"You can't spoil this kind of kid. In fact, if you beat him up, he said everything. Why sacrifice your own color?" Mo Fan had a lot of objections to the child who said he was like an outsider.

"People have a pursuit and favorable attitude towards beautiful things. He probably thinks you are ugly and vicious." Zhao Manyan made a blow to Mo Fan.

Mo Fan didn't bother to pay attention to this guy's ridicule, so he climbed up to the ancient city wall, found an angle with a wider vision, and sat there and began to practice focusedly.

After all, I just got another part of the Holy Springs. Although half of them were used up, the energy stored in this half of the Holy Springs is no less than Xiayu.

Perhaps the guardians of Helan Mountain have always adhered to the ancestral teachings and protected them better than any tribe.

When dusk comes, everything turns into dusk, including this ancient city gate. The town is quite lively during the day, forming a small market. You can often see vehicles and horse merchants...

But at dusk, the tricycle stalls, street stall vendors, vehicles, and horse-drawn stalls were taken away, and everyone went back to their own houses and looked for their mothers.

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

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

After a walk around, I found that the houses in this town were basically empty and the living utensils were gray. It turned out that the vendors did not live here at all, but just used it as a temporary market for each village, town and county.

For a moment, no one was seen in Wangcang Town at the ancient city gate, and only the child who had just scraped the wall was left. In the middle of the night, when the cold sand wind was blowing, no one came to pick him up.

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

"Xiao Tai." The child replied.

"Where is your mother, everyone is going home as soon as it gets dark. Are you just waiting for your father to come back from get off work?" Mo Fan continued.

"Um."

"Why don't there be a single resident here? Do you live here or live somewhere else?"

“Living here.”

"Oh, then you only live here. The day is fine and it's quite lively, but at this night, it's chilly and gloomy, so it's hard for you, a big-sized child, to be here by yourself." Mo Fan said.

I think this ancient city wall can be preserved intact until now, which has a lot to do with the father and son. Otherwise, with the current desire to destroy people, this ancient city wall with a long history would have been locked to a point where no bricks and tiles remain.

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

"Cultivation..." Mo Fan thought for a while and said, "Yeah, you can also call it doing homework."

Nine years of compulsory magic education, and the practice of the underworld that comes back from class can indeed be called doing homework and writing questions.

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

"Didn't you say I'm like a bad person? How can you learn from bad people?" Mo Fan said seriously.

"I learned it, it's better not to do bad things like you. Only people have good or bad skills, but no good or bad skills." Xiaotai replied.

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

Kid, you have a very positive view.

"You are too young to teach you. You have to lay a good foundation for magic first. When you are over 15 years old and have the right physical condition, you can awaken your first magic system. With the first magic stardust, you can practice like I just now, but not everyone can become a magician. I think you can't do anything except scraping the wall, so don't have any extravagant expectations for the magician." Mo Fan patted the child's shoulder and said earnestly.

"Is this the stardust you mentioned?" The child stretched out his palm, and a light yellow vortex light pattern appeared on his palm, like a microcosm of a yellow quiet stardust in a distant star.

Mo Fan almost couldn't close his chin!

This little genius is only a few years old, and he is the most 10 years old.

How could he have awakened the earth system???

Who gave him the awakening stone? Isn’t this harmful?

The reason why awakening is carried out at the age of 15 is that awakening will bring great mental burden to the human brain. Children under the age of 15 are too weak in brain development and mental tolerance. Rampant awakening will only cause damage to their mental health.

Once the mental damage is caused, there will be many troubles on the road of cultivation in the future, such as being unable to concentrate on the meditation practice, and the time for meditation practice is severely shortened, and even mental stings occur during meditation practice.

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