aircannonsinc Chapter 236 Preface to Descending the Mountain
Chapter 236 Preface to Descending the Mountain
Time is an elusive thing. The more people cherish it, the faster it passes. Since the first human habitation on the top of the mountain, a full sixty years, or 60 years, has passed.
boom!
On the mountain top, there are loud noises every day, the sound is deep and deep, as if the whole world is silent.
And the purple-haired girl who punched the rock pillar every day didn't change much, as if the past sixty years were just a passing cloud to her, leaving no trace.
"Ouch, it's not broken." Baalzebub pouted.
The previous blow shattered most of the rock pillars, and some cracks remained on the remaining ones, but because they were not completely shattered, they recovered in an instant.
Baalzebub was blown away five steps, which was much better than his previous miserable appearance where he needed to be caught by someone.
Mo Ran moved a stool and sat in front of his house, with his back against the wall. He looked like an old man watching a child grow up, with a look of satisfaction on his face.
Bal sat in the next room, studying hard. The types of classics on the bookshelf had increased a lot in the past sixty years.
The sky was clear, with few clouds, the wheat ears were golden, the almonds on the trees were heavy, the perch in the pond was throbbing, everything was so quiet, except...
Bang! Another loud noise.
This time, when Baalzebub took the fourth step back, she tried to stop herself, but the recoil was so strong that she could hardly keep her body shape.
"Stop!" In the end, Baalzebub still took a small step back, but the difference was obvious compared to the five steps he had just taken back.
You know, the closer to the rock pillar, the stronger the impact force. Baalzebub was able to make a breakthrough in just a few breaths, either because of his accumulated strength or because he had something to rely on in his heart.
She chuckled, ignoring the restored rock pillar, and went straight to the man in black sitting in front of the house. As usual, she stretched out her hand and shouted, "The number of steps back is less than yesterday. Where's the dessert!"
Mo Ran sighed slightly, then smiled and gave her a bowl of lotus seed and poultry egg custard. Anyway, things placed in the storage space would not have the concept of the passage of time, unless he did it intentionally, like the two jade stones he had given to his old friend before.
Baalzebub took the bowl, sat down on the spot, and ate with gusto and a happy expression. There was no change every day, but it seemed not bad to have a sweet dessert after hitting a rock pillar.
"The progress is much faster than I expected. I originally thought it would take at least a hundred years to reach this level." Mo Ran said slowly, looking at the rock pillar not far away.
Baalzebub had already finished the lotus seed and poultry egg custard in the bowl. He licked the residue on his lips and said, "Hehe, you underestimated my will to sweets!"
Mo Ran was a little amused and said, "If he knew that there was a demon god who practiced hard day after day for sixty years just to have dessert every day and reached his current strength, I wonder how he would feel."
"Who is he? Is he strong? Is he stronger than you?" After washing the dishes, Baalzebub quickly ran back to the man in black and squatted there like a curious baby.
Mo Ran pulled a stool over to her and said slowly, "He is an old friend of mine. As for strength, the rock pillar you bombard every day is equivalent to a rock shield condensed by 30% of his strength."
"Only 30% of it, and that's not even his own strength, it's just a rock shield!" Baalzeb's pupils trembled slightly, unable to imagine the man's true strength.
Mo Ran smiled and said, "Are you scared?"
"Not really, I just want to fight him when we meet next time!" Baalzebub rubbed his fists, very excited.
"A newborn calf is really not afraid of a tiger!" Mo Ran rested his head on his hands and looked up at the sky.
Baalzebub rested his elbows on his legs, supported himself with both hands, and continued, "You haven't told me yet, who is stronger and more powerful between you and that person!"
"What? If he's better than me, you're going to learn from him?"
"No, I asked this in advance. If we meet again and you two start a fight, I can decide whether to defend you or just run away."
"You are quite considerate." Mo Ran looked at the girl who was always very active and said, "His and my strength are on par with each other."
"So, you must be disliking each other, after all, you can never tell who's better every time." Baalzebub imagined the earth-shaking battle between the two, with a smile on his face.
"I've already said that we're old friends, so how could I feel like it's an eyesore? That's not right, sometimes we do hurt each other." Mo Ran smiled gently, his eyes filled with reminiscence.
"You actually have such an experience. I thought you didn't have many friends." Baalzebub looked at the ordinary face and said with slight surprise.
"It's really hard to think of." Mo Ran closed his eyes and sighed.
After a moment of silence, Baalzebub raised his fists and continued to walk to the rock pillar. His eyes were bright, as if there were flashes of lightning, shocking the world.
"I've finished reading the book again. Do you have any more?" As soon as my sister left, Bal came over and sat on the stool next to her.
During these sixty years, she had become a little more mature and her figure had become fuller. Although the twin demons could not change their appearance, they could still control their growth.
Mo Ran raised his eyes slightly and said, "I underestimated you two sisters. I originally thought it would take decades after Baalzebub broke the rock pillars before you could see everything. Now I can only move things forward."
"So, the book is gone?" Bal's eyes dimmed a little.
Mo Ran nodded and said, "Based on the speed you read, even if I have the largest library in the world, it won't be able to withstand your reading. After Baalzebub breaks the rock pillar, we will go down the mountain to see the human tribe today."
"I believe that after reading about the human tribes that huddled together for warmth described in the book, you should be very interested in seeing with your own eyes how they developed."
"Indeed, and it is time to find a tribe that can develop in the long run and serve as the Demon God's refuge." Baal held his chin with one hand and said, "Will you help us?"
"Can't you think of the answer in your heart?" Mo Ran looked calm and still smiling.
"I know, but I just want to hear it said in person. That way it will make sense. It's said in a book that what's unspoken can be true but what's spoken can be false."
Barr continued, "Even if what you think in your heart is true, it is still fake. What you say out loud feels fake, but it will be true because someone will believe it."
"I don't remember this sentence so well?"
"Didn't you say that you are the type who easily forgets what you have read?"
"Okay, even if there is one, I will continue to help you."
"Thank you." After saying this, Bal said nothing more. He just looked towards the rock pillar, watching his sister punch again and again, and retreat again and again due to the recoil.
In the blink of an eye, another half a month has passed. Today may be the day when Baalzebub completely shatters the rock pillar, or it may be delayed for a few more days.
The purple-haired girl pointed at the rock pillar, turned her wrist, clenched her five fingers into a fist, took a deep breath, and then blasted out with a swift blow.
There was a loud noise unprecedented in history, which stirred up the surrounding surging sea of clouds and the sky was like a mirror with nothing covering it. The entire mountain under the feet seemed to be swaying with it, which showed how powerful this punch was.
Most of the rock pillar that was hit by this punch caved in, as if it had been hollowed out. The remaining cracked debris disappeared in the aftereffect of the punch.
Baalzebub looked at the empty space in front of him. The rock pillar did not recover again, and the result was self-evident.
Mo Ran stood aside and clapped his hands slowly, saying, "It's done. Now let's get ready to go down the mountain!"
"Okay! I'm going to beat down all those demons down at the foot of the mountain!" Baalzebub waved his fists, eager to try.
Bal imitated Mo Ran, put his hands in his sleeves, looked at the clouds below the mountain, and thought about the future.
"Let's go." Baalzebub turned around and was about to jump off the mountain.
"Wait, there are still things that need to be dealt with. Your looks are too eye-catching, and so is your hair color. You need to hide it." Mo Ran snapped his fingers, and two magic spells attached to their faces.
"What a trouble." Baalzebub rubbed his face, which seemed to have not changed much, and walked to the water's edge to take a look. His eyes were wide open, and he looked at the person reflected in the water with disbelief.
She was a woman with black hair, black eyes, skin that was not white and smooth, and facial features that were not delicate at all. Compared with her previous appearance, she was completely different from the world.
Bal took the water mirror handed to him by Mo Ran. Although he was not very surprised, his eyelids still twitched, with a hint of resentment.
"Why did you make me so ugly!" Balzebra pulled Mo Ran's clothes and shouted.
"This shouldn't be considered ugly, right?"
Mo Ran continued, explaining slowly: "We went down the mountain this time to find a village worthy of our stay and to help them with their long-term development, but some things hidden in the shadows are at a high position and difficult to detect."
"So we need to make a secret visit. When Baal thinks that the village is ready, you can show up and protect them as the demon god."
"By the way, change your clothes and put on your shoes. It's ok for you not to wear them before, but Baalzebub was naked too. This time, as a mortal, you must wear shoes."
"I know..." Baalzebub said listlessly.
But Baal asked: "When the time comes, won't you show up with us and protect the village?"
"Show yourself, but don't reveal your face or real name." Mo Ran took a set of coarse cloth clothes and a pair of straw sandals from each of them.
Bal nodded, walked back to the room and closed the doors and windows.
Baalzebub looked at the woman in black and wanted to struggle, but Mo Ran ignored her pitiful look and walked straight back to his room.
In this case, even though Baalzebub was extremely reluctant, he had no choice but to go back to his room and change into clothes that looked insufficient to keep him warm.
Mo Ran was the first to come out, because changing clothes was just a matter of a flick of the hand, and he didn't have to fiddle with other things, so it was naturally faster.
After that it was Baal. Although his appearance had changed, the gentleness and gracefulness engraved in his bones could still be felt.
But she pulled at her collar and felt a little uncomfortable. She lowered her head and didn't dare to look at the black clothes. Because the clothes were very loose before, it didn't matter. But this time, the coarse cloth was smaller, but it was stretched...
Mo Ran looked at the sky and said a little embarrassedly: "How about you take this and try it again?"
Bal took the item from his hand and fled back to the room, leaving Mo Ran alone with his eyes closed to reflect on his mistakes.
Mo Ran complained in his heart: "Fortunately, I learned some sewing skills from Mi Nu before, otherwise this time... forget it, at least this is a size one, it shouldn't be too tight, right?"
While thinking, Bal pushed the door open again. The two pieces of clothing should have been left in the room and not taken out.
Mo Ran glanced at Baal, who did not lower his head, and felt relieved. However, the waiting time for Baalzeb would be much longer.
Nearly half an hour later, Baalzebub slowly came out and laughed, "How did you know this time that you gave me clothes that are not restrictive? But it's still hard to put on. It wasted a lot of my time!"
Mo Ran was stunned for a moment, and after a quick glance, he looked away and said helplessly: "Baer, go and help her change."
"Okay." Bal pushed his sister back, untied the two pieces of clothing tied to her body, guided her to put them on, and chuckled, "Clothes are meant to be worn, not tied. Do you understand?"
"Okay, I know, I know. Sister is amazing. She can even tolerate such a troublesome thing. Ouch, this dress is so rough."
"Be patient, we will be back soon."
"Well, hey, the one you're wearing seems to be bigger than mine."
"Ah... I couldn't wear the size I just wore, so I asked him to get a bigger one."
"Oh." Baalzebub's eyes suddenly lit up and he said, "Sister, you said he has the same origin aura as us, right?"
"Yeah, didn't you know that when we first met?"
"Then should we acknowledge him as our father?" Baalzebub said something shocking, and he had a smile on his face, not feeling that there was any problem at all.
Baal frowned, and hesitated to speak. Baalzebub continued to explain: "Anyway, we have the same origin, and he treats us very well. Isn't there a term in the book called recognizing someone as a father? Some people have done this before, so we can do it too, right?"
"That's called recognizing a thief as your father, which means respecting your enemy or evil person as if he were your father."
"Um, that's it."
"It's good to know. Besides, even if we want to admit it, he doesn't have to."
"How do you know if you don't try? This way, when you eat... ahem, you can do whatever you want in the future!"
Bal ignored his sister's true thoughts. After weighing the pros and cons, he said, "At most, at most I can recognize him as my brother. He can't be any older than me!"
"Well, it's the same anyway!"