Every day I open my eyes, I'm running for my life

Chapter 35 Frozen Old Man
The wild child was like a small grenade, thrown into the crowd and exploded, causing the monks to fly around.

The young one can still resist the kid's attack, but the old one can't dodge it, and his reaction is slow and his spiritual energy is slow to be transferred.

By the time they reacted, they had been frozen into a pile by the frost brought by the wild boy.

Another smash and many people flew out.

Lin Fenghe raised his hand and formed a protective shield to protect himself.

It's just that this shield blocks physical attacks, but it can't prevent cold air.

The wild boy fell to the ground and made a hole in the iron-hard black stone road.

He moved his hands and legs together to find the ground, and raised his head to reveal a pair of light blue eyes like lakes.

His whole body was covered with cold air condensed from spiritual power. The cold air spread rapidly, climbing up the protective shields of these monks and breaking them one by one.

Lin Fenghe's is no exception.

Seeing the approaching frost, Lin Fenghe had no choice but to fly back.

Many monks around him cursed when they saw the wild boy's eyes, but they also retreated in fear.

For a while, he was the only one left in front of the teahouse.

"There are things that are born without mothers."

"Mongrel."

"Who is going to invite people from the Han family to come over and take care of this mad dog?"

"Damn, raising a dog is not as bad as him."

The monk who left looked at the wild boy and cursed him, without saying a good word.

Wild Boy didn't care either, of course, he couldn't understand.

He stared at the people pointing around with his blue eyes, bared his teeth and made a fierce sound.

The person who originally planned to step forward and give this wild boy a few blows was so frightened that he retracted his hand and took a few steps back.

Seeing that the intimidation was effective, the wild boy turned around with his tail raised and his chest raised, and he jumped up on all fours and jumped onto the teahouse owner's mahogany tea table.

The teahouse owner was so frightened that his legs trembled and he fell off the table.

The two store clerks next to him were shaking their heads, and neither of them dared to raise their heads and look at the wild boy.

Lin Fenghe mingled in the crowd and watched the wild boy's every move.

How could these monks be so afraid of a child.

But look at the cold air he just brought, and a few frozen old men.

It does have the power to make people fear.

Lin Fenghe shook his head and sighed secretly.

Damn it, how could she be so awesome?

The wild boy jumped on the table and came to a shop assistant in three steps at a time.

He stretched his neck, opened his mouth and took a bite of the bamboo stick in the shop assistant's hand.

The store clerk screamed in fright, threw all the bamboo sticks in his hand, and ran away.

The wild boy held a stick in his mouth. His goal was achieved, and he jumped up and down in the cold air and left again.

Without him, the crowd gathered again, frantically grabbing the bamboo sticks scattered on the ground.

Lin Fenghe found a shady place and sat down, watching these crazy people from a distance.

She sat down under the eaves of a roof, and before she knew it, two bamboo sticks fell from above and hit her on the head.

Lin Fenghe was surprised, picked it up and looked above his head.

The wild boy was holding a bunch of bamboo sticks in his mouth, lying on the eaves and lowering his head, looking at her.

The two looked at each other, and Wild Boy nodded at her.

Lin Fenghe shrugged and shook his head in confusion.

The wild boy ignored her and walked away with a handful of bamboo sticks in his mouth.

"It's really strange." Lin Fenghe muttered to himself as he looked at the two bamboo sticks in his hand.

Just in case there was a mistake in the registration method, Lin Fenghe followed a few monks who grabbed the bamboo sticks and observed for a while.

After they wrote their names, ages, birthdays on the bamboo sticks they grabbed, Lin Fenghe took out a bamboo stick and wrote his name on it.

"The Zhou family is prosperous."

"Sixteen years old."

"February [-]th."

Random nonsense.Lin Fenghe returned the borrowed pen, put the bamboo stick in it, and ran to sit in the shade next to the teahouse.

It wasn't until she ate two buns stuffed with pork and cabbage in a row, and the sun set, that she finally waited for the person she wanted to wait for.

A woman dressed in plain gauze and a veil, with a little plum blossom between her eyebrows, arrived belatedly.

"No more bamboo sticks?"

She came to the teahouse owner and roared.

"Why not?"

The teahouse owner cowered and looked sad.

He kept wailing: "Auntie, you don't know, that wild boy from the Han family came to me and snatched a large handful."

"Otherwise, I would have given it to you a long time ago. Who would have used it to hide it?"

The woman still didn't believe it: "Who knows whether you are hiding it or not? What's more, what did that kid from the Han family do to steal your bamboo sticks?"

"Is it possible that he wants to participate in recruitment?"

After saying that, the woman raised her hand and went to catch the teahouse owner.

The boss was so frightened by her raising her hand that he hid under the table without even realizing that the small square blue floral satin hat on his head fell off.

Seeing this opportunity, Lin Fenghe hurriedly stepped forward.

"Sister, please be patient." Lin Fenghe raised his hand to stop her.

The woman's phoenix eyes were full of anger. She glanced sideways at Lin Fenghe's face and snorted coldly.

"Who are you?"

Lin Fenghe ignored her disdain and smiled: "Sister, do you need this now?"

With that said, Lin Fenghe took out the extra bamboo stick from his sleeve.

"I got one, but I haven't written my name on it yet."

As she spoke, she looked up at the woman.

"Sister, I don't know, but my father broke his leg at work a few days ago and cannot do without my care, so I can't participate in this recruitment, but it would be a waste to keep this bamboo stick in my hand."

"Why don't you treat me as a little sister and give it to your sister as a little bit of my heart?"

The woman rolled her eyes as she listened to Lin Fenghe talking about her elder sister and younger sister.

"I don't have an ugly sister like you." The woman took the bamboo stick from Lin Fenghe's hand in disgust.

"I, the children of the Jiang family, have no right to take other people's things for free. There are some pieces of silver here, give them to your father for medical treatment." The woman took out the money bag from her waist and threw it to Lin Fenghe.

Lin Fenghe hurriedly reached out to catch it, weighed it, and smiled happily.

"I wish my sister good luck in passing the recruitment." Lin Fenghe accepted the request, put his money bag and said goodbye to the woman before leaving.

The woman won the lottery and stopped talking nonsense with the teahouse owner. She glanced at Lin Fenghe's back and turned to leave.

After Lin Fenghe walked away, he found an alley with few people and took out his money bag to count it.

"As expected of someone from a wealthy family, he gave so much." Lin Fenghe praised and put the money bag back.

Humming a little tune, he started wandering around again.

Once you have the registration signature, you just need to go to the actual registration place and submit the signature.

After searching around, I finally found an open-air registration desk that was about to be closed before it was completely dark.

The blue and white flag of the First Immortal Academy was floating in the air.

Under the banner, two gray-haired old men wearing the uniforms of Xiuxian Academy's red-letter gate were counting the number of applicants.

"It's all old seedlings this time. It's better to wait a lot." One of the little old men with short hair looked at the booklet in his hand and shook his head.

"There are only so many good seedlings in the past years. Don't worry, the good seedlings won't be able to come to our Red Letter Sect. There is no need to worry about whether there are many good seedlings."

It's simply not their turn.

Lin Fenghe trotted over and handed the sign in his hand to the two of them.

"Sign up."

The little old man pointed to a large bucket of bamboo sticks next to him without even raising his head.

"Just let it go."

Lin Fenghe obediently threw the bamboo stick in.

　I’ll go home for the holidays tomorrow, happy double festivals

　　
　
(End of this chapter)