Chapter 774: Heart of the Fetal God (Forty)
As the mountain road goes up, it gradually moves steeper, the wind and snow become more and more fierce, and the horses are gradually staggering.
Finally, the convoy stopped at the steep slope.
Liu Sheng looked out and saw the gray-robed servants taking off their horses and putting the reins on their bodies.
Their blood rises, their bodies expand little by little, and their faces are twisted by the severe pain.
Liu Sheng narrowed his eyes and before he could speak, he heard Feng Jing explain gently: "Little junior sister, there are some things that livestock cannot do, only people can."
Liu Sheng glanced at him lightly and said slowly, "No need to be so troublesome."
Feng Jing was slightly stunned. Before he could recover, he heard a sudden scream outside.
"What...what?"
The carriage suddenly shook violently, and then it was suddenly lifted by a powerful force!
Then, it seemed to get up!
As the servants shouted in panic, the carriage swayed violently and then moved up unsteadily.
Feng Jing was originally sitting on the cushion safely, but was directly overturned and hit the wall of the car unexpectedly.
Fortunately, a wet and flexible touch instantly swept him, holding him firmly so that he would not fall too embarrassedly.
After a while of tilting and turning around, Master Feng Jing vaguely heard Liu Sheng say leisurely, "Here."
Master Feng Jing was shocked, and he barely stabilized his body, lifted the curtain and took a look—
Several golden tentacles slowly contracted like dragons, revealing several gray-robed servants who had just been wrapped in it, with a dull look on their faces, as if they were trying to recall what had just happened.
Beyond the carriage is the main hall of the Snow Mountain, with a large area of towering red walls and golden tiles shining brightly in the sun.
Master Feng Jing looked back at Liu Sheng in disbelief, his Adam's apple slid, and thousands of words were condensed in his throat, not knowing where to start.
However, this young junior girl who looked innocent and still looked like a little baby shrugged, blinked, and said in a brisk tone:
"The straight line between two points is the shortest, no thanks."
Is this a question that I don’t need to thank you!
Master Feng Jing roared inside, but his usual demeanor was maintained. He sorted out his messy robe and hair on his head that looked like a chicken coop, and said reluctantly, "Little Junior Sister, good means."
"Welcome to the Snow Mountains."
After getting off the carriage, there was already a large circle of red-robed masters around him, and even further away, there were gray-robed servants who were evasive and igniting their heads and minds.
Everyone was without exception, and they looked dull on their faces.
They were originally just curious and wanted to see what this female body was like. After all, it is amazing that she is born with Su Hui and can practice when she is born, which is really amazing.
But who would have thought...
Witness this strange scene with your own eyes—
Carriages, surrounded by golden tentacles, climbed up the mountain like legs!
Everyone was shouting in their hearts, but no one dared to speak out, so they could only stare at the small figure slowly getting off the carriage in a daze.
...
The noise and hustle and bustle on the snow-capped mountains spread from afar.
It was also passed on to the school where the spiritual boy was.
The lecturer soon discovered that the boys in the room were lying their heads and their hearts had already run outside. How could they listen to the "Snow Mountain Practice Record" which was very boring for this age.
The lecturer finally sighed, closed the scriptures in his hand with a snap, and his brows were tightly furrowed.
"You guys, you can't even sit still!"
He knocked on the book in his hand, looking heartbroken.
"Look at me, I have achieved success in my practice at only two years old and I have to be named a master!"
"Where are you?" His eyes swept over everyone, and his tone became increasingly unkind. "Everyone is a good man who is born with a natural fetus, but he ends up being worse than a girl?"
The boys lowered their heads as they heard these words, with a hint of embarrassment on their faces, but they were not convinced.
Now the entire snow mountain knows that the female spirit fetus on Chagan steppe returned to the snow mountain, and it was confirmed by the Great Guardian himself!
Such an honor is unprecedented!
So what if you don’t accept it, the facts are right in front of you.
The noise outside was getting closer, as if a large group of people were walking towards this side.
The bean sprouts in the school were erecting their heads again, and their eyes were uncontrollably facing outward.
Seeing this, the lecturer was even more angry and pointed, "Look at how old you are, and you still can't develop a sense of qi. What is the biggest thing?"
His fingers circled around and finally fixed them on the tallest boy in the school.
"You, Baosheng, are you six years old? Still haven't made any breakthrough? You're seeing the innate energy dissipated! Still look? What to see?" Baosheng's face was hit by a book, and his face towards the window was red, swollen like a thousand pounds, and it couldn't help but hang down.
"I heard that you are still fellow villagers, why don't you see such a promising future?"
After the ridicule fell, a dull laughter suddenly sounded in the school.
"Sure enough, it's useless to send it to the body without a spirit."
"I heard that he practiced with his master when he was a child..."
"What kind of master is that? Didn't you say you have become an evil god?"
The laughter was harsh, Baosheng's head drooped lower, his hands tightly under the table, his nails deeply trapped in the palm of his hand.
But his hands forced open his fists, revealing the palms covered with bloody crescent-shaped scars.
He looked up suddenly, and the lecturer had stood beside him at some point, casting a deep shadow.
In the angle that everyone can't see, the corners of the lecturer's mouth cracked slightly, and the purple lips gently clenched, and only Baosheng could hear the sound:
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"Don't waste these blood."
Baosheng shook his body, lowered his head and said nothing.
The other boys had long been accustomed to this scene. They glanced and laughed for a while before they stopped paying attention, but just stretched their heads outwards.
"Here is here! Here!"
"But you can't see anything, you're all people."
"I heard that she is a little girl, short, so of course she can't see her."
"A master shorter than us? It's hard to imagine..."
The lecturer saw that the whole room was full of beads could no longer sit still, and wanted to get out of the window, so he could only sigh helplessly and waved his hand and said:
"Forget it, forget it, you all go and watch the fun."
As soon as the words were finished, the boys immediately cheered and rushed out of the school hall in a row, chasing the hustle and bustle.
Only Baosheng was still sitting quietly in his original place, with his head down close to the table, and the words on it almost penetrated into his eyes.
One hand gently stroked his hair, his movements gentle.
The next moment, the hand was coldly drilled into the collar along the back of his neck, pinching the pulses on both sides of his neck accurately.
"Don't be nervous, it's just a little blood."
The sound was soft, but it was like a cold-blooded poisonous snake lingering in his ears.
"And...don't tell your grandfather."
"But they won't care about you, right?"
A subtle laughter fell into his ears, Baosheng's body shook suddenly, his lips tightly pursed, and he held back and never made a sound.
A piercing pain swept across his body. He trembled, his spine tense, but he could only endure it silently.
The noise outside gradually drifted away, and when the team completely moved away, the cold pain finally dissipated.
Baosheng was sweating coldly, and the sweat beads on his forehead were gently wiped away.
Then, his gentle hands closed his collar for him to cover his wounds.
"Okay, you go and see it too." The voice sounded softly, as gentle as the advice of an elder, "You should learn to relax."
"Yeah."
Baosheng nodded like a puppet, his legs as if led by an invisible will, and slowly moved out of the school.
On the mountain road, the steps were crowded with people, and everyone's eyes were focused on the long steps leading to the top of the mountain.
Following everyone's eyes, Baosheng finally saw the tall figure.
Her steps were calm, and her figure was smaller. The fire fox cloak was like a small cluster of burning flames in the snowy world. Together with the people of Bai Village, she stepped onto the high ground little by little, and finally disappeared behind the red walls and golden tiles.
A spark fell into Baosheng's heart.
Baosheng stood outside the crowd, his fingers unconsciously tightened.
Grandma, you were wrong...
This is the difference between the mud.