Every time soon after the school is over, there will be another regular visitor on the boulders by the stream. Over time, the rough stone surface will be polished very smooth.
Lying on the stone was a child of about seven or eight years old. He was holding a grass branch in his mouth and squinting his eyes. He didn't know if he was asleep.
"Brother Wu just practiced for a few years before you. Don't be lazy yourself. Be careful that Master Wu will beat you back in the future, hahaha."
Every time Wu Fan came to this place, he would inadvertently think of what Wu Hao said to him before leaving, and then he would grit his teeth and get up and run wildly along the stream, stretching his arms and kicking his legs randomly, moving big rocks, Power should be a kind of cultivation for oneself.
When he was tired of tossing, he lay back on the stone. Because the stone was often "ravaged" by Wu Fan, its surface was not only smooth but also slightly shiny.
"Oh, it's been three years. I don't know how Brother Wu is doing. Is he able to fly in the sky? He must be very powerful now."
Wu Fan whispered to himself by the lake. He leaned forward and bent down to look at himself in the stream. Due to regular exercise, his body had grown a lot taller and his body was not as fat as before. He looked better. Well-proportioned, Wu Fan jumped down and washed the sweat on his face before getting ready to go home.
Just before he turned and left, he seemed to hear some voice, which seemed to be telling, but also seemed to be mourning, vague and intermittent.
Wu Fan remembered that before Wu Hao left, he also heard strange sounds here, but thought it was an auditory hallucination. This time, he couldn't control his curiosity and followed the sound.
As they walked, they came to the edge of the woods. There were a lot of wild animals in the mountains. The villagers warned the children not to go too far. Therefore, Wufan only played by the stream outside the village where people often live, but he had never been there. So far away.
There are dense branches and leaves in the forest, and only a few beams of light occasionally shine on the ground, coupled with the gentle breeze that makes people feel chilly all over. As an eight-year-old child, Wufan's fear and curiosity about the unknown were fighting with each other on the edge of the shadow of the forest, hesitating whether he should go in or not.
I struggled internally for a while, thinking that if I went in, I would not be able to hold back and tell my mother when I got home, and then my mother would scold me. Although my curiosity defeated my fear, I failed miserably under the awe of my mother.
Wu Fan paused and prepared to turn back to the village. Wu Fan glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a flash of red light in the hole of a tree not far away. Wu Fan rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth.
Wu Fan thought to himself, I am only going to a place not far from the edge of the forest. How can not being far be considered too far? Taking advantage of his self-deception and barely overcoming his awe, he jogged to the tree hole and stood on tiptoe to look inside.
He saw something vaguely square in the tree hole, and reached out to explore it. When you hold it in your hand, it feels like a flat wooden box, but the wooden box has some decay on the surface due to age and has a few holes.
Just when Wu Fan was about to find out, suddenly! Wu Fan heard the faint cry of a wolf in the distance and was so frightened that he sat down on the ground with a plop.
He took the opportunity to put the box in his arms, stood up in a panic, and ran away like flying. When I arrived at the entrance of the village, I dared to look back behind me. I realized that it was just a false alarm, so I patted my butt, took a short rest, calmed my breathing, and then sneaked home.
Not long after, a blurry shadow appeared at the entrance of the tree hole where he had just taken the object. The empty eyes looked in the direction of Wu Fan, who had disappeared, and then slowly disappeared.
The wooden box in Wu Fan's arms contained a volume of books and a translucent blood-red spar. There was a faint white core inside the spar.
When Wu Fan was running just now, the rotten wooden box almost cracked. The crystal stone inside was soaked by Wu Fan's sweat, and it sizzled, as if it had been poured with boiling water, and turned into a stream of red smoke. Ascend out.
With Wu Fan's violent breathing, the red mist was sucked into Wu Fan's body from his slightly opened mouth, and only the remaining white core was bumping around.
When Wu Fan got home, he couldn't wait to take out the rotten box. Seeing that the box was so broken, Wu Fan felt heartbroken and quickly threw away the pile of rotten wood and took out the book and the spar with only the white core left. .
Wu Fan, who was holding the white stone, was confused. He was completely unaware of what had just happened to him. He looked at the white stone carefully. It felt very smooth. There was something vaguely carved on the surface, and he couldn't see clearly. I can’t understand either.
Wufan felt uninterested in it, so he picked it up casually, then picked up the book and read it with interest.
Wu Fan discovered that the paper material of this book was special, and the wooden box was rotten but the book was intact. Since there was no cover and it was only half a book, he had no idea what kind of book it was.
After shaking his head, he opened half of the book, but when he opened the book and glanced at it casually, he could no longer take his eyes away.
Although this half of the book is not large, it is densely packed with words, and the explanations are also very comprehensive, ranging from the various medicinal and poisonous effects of exotic flowers and herbs to the strengths and weaknesses of ferocious birds and beasts. When you turn to each When I was planting weapons, I reached the end of half the book, which overshadowed Wu Fan.
He looked at the book carefully and found that three hundred and thirty-two was printed in a special font on the lower left corner of the last page. This should be the number marking the page number. Wu Fan always felt that he had seen this font somewhere before, as if he had seen it before. .
After thinking about it, suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, and he remembered that Wu Hao had left him a pile of broken books with a package in the stolen book before leaving, because it was only half a book, and he was young and illiterate. It was just a few words, so I threw it aside without paying much attention.
Thinking of this, Wu Fan hurriedly took out the small package. After opening it, he found that this book was indeed the same as that one. In the lower right corner was the same special font, printed with three hundred and thirty-five, and there seemed to be a page missing in the middle. What is introduced from this page is the second magical power.
In this case, the paper should have an introduction to the last weapon on one side, and a record of the first technique on the back. After thinking about it for a while, Wu Fan searched carefully for a long time, but couldn't find it. He couldn't help but feel a little regretful, but he was more surprised.
I slightly revised the decoration of these two fragments, and I was immersed in a wonderful world. The things in the pictures were lifelike, the flowers and plants seemed to be right in front of me, and the beasts seemed to be able to rush out of the book at any time, and the swords and shadows of weapons were Intertwined in front of my eyes, various skills and magical powers were rehearsed in my mind and sounded in my ears.
Wu Fan only saw this book in his eyes, but he put the whole world in his mind.
Although the knowledge in the school was novel at first, the long-term repetition made him a little bit bored. As he stayed there for a long time, Wu Mian became more and more obsessed with telling his own legend.
So whenever Wu Fan had time, he would sneak to the stream and study this "little yellow book" with a yellowed appearance and a missing page. When he saw it and enjoyed it, he jumped up from the stone and started exercising as usual every day, and his skills also improved. He became very agile, even the stones by the stream were tossed by Wu Fan, and his strength gradually increased.
The book also introduced many martial arts and magical powers. Because the records were detailed, Wu Fan slowly came to understand them even though no one was there to guide them.
From the beginning, when I didn't know the method and just stretched out my arms and kicked my legs randomly, now each move seems to have gradually gained a bit of quality, and I no longer have the hectic and hesitant look at the beginning.
As his moves improved, Wu Fan's fear of the woods also diminished day by day.
As the saying goes, talented people are bold. Wufan relied on his ability to run fast and went into the woods several times. He carefully searched the tree hole and every corner around it, but he never found the missing page. Cidu walked out of the woods disappointed.
Then I searched several times but to no avail. Gradually I lost confidence in looking for that page, and devoted myself to studying the broken book.
Gradually, Wu Fan remembered almost everything in the book, and his heart was full of longing for the outside world.
It turns out that the soaring immortals and the peaceful and comfortable life are just the world on the surface. There are more novel things waiting to be explored, and more dark places to contend with.
Wu Fan secretly decided to develop his true skills in the future so that the evil in the world would have nowhere to hide. The last trace of red smoke that Wu Fan had absorbed in his body finally merged with his blood.
In this kind of time of exercising, reading, and listening to legendary stories, day after day gradually piled up into a year.
At this time, Wu Fan is at the age of growth. For his inner goal, Wu Fan has worked harder to train himself in the past year. Therefore, in this year alone, he has grown much taller, taller than children of the same age. One end.
And the slightly bulging but not obtrusive muscles all over his body make his figure more well-proportioned and stronger. Wu Fan had already memorized that book by heart, and because he knew how extraordinary the book was, he decided to keep it hidden.
This feeling of mastering all knowledge actually made him feel very powerful. Even if he entered the outside world now, he would not be too out of place.
Wu Fan stepped on the stones by the stream, lowered his head and squinted his eyes, silently watching the reflection of the clouds in the lake. He was looking at the lake, maybe looking at the horizon. He is looking forward to tomorrow, he is looking forward to the future, but he does not know when the future he is looking forward to will come.
