WoC

Chapter 1 - 5

Chapter One [Little Art of Cloud and Rain]

"Don't forget!"

"Even in death, you must not forget!"

......

A strange yet familiar voice seemed to come from deep in the clouds. Again and again, echoing, layering, relentless.

Who?

Must not forget?

Must not forget what?

He suddenly woke. Just as usual, his entire body was soaked, the clothing sticking to the skin uncomfortably. He sat up, the stars and dark sky above his head reminding him that there was still a long time before morning. A gust of wind blew over, whooshing icily.

This dream again!

Habitually blowing out a long breath.

It was still early, he laid back down going back to sleep.

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Before he could walk to the gate of the mountain, Zuo Mo heard someone yelling from far away. "Mo ge, remember to water the fields for me. We made an agreement at the beginning of this month. This year's harvest is depending on you."

When he looked over, it was a fifty-something year old man, dark and thin. He was poking around in the field. If he didn't look closely, he wouldn't see there was a person there.

The old man's nickname was Old Black. His real name was unknown. He was the oldest among the outer sect disciples of Wu Kong Sword Sect.

Zuo Mo wiped at the sweat on his forehead, replying, "Won't forget. Don't worry, tomorrow, it's your turn!"

Zuo Mo's body was thin like a stalk of bamboo. The purple robe of the outer sect disciples loosely draped on his body. In contrast to the slipperiness of his speech was his wooden face that looked like a zombie, dark and gloomy.

Zuo Mo's zombie face was his trademark characteristic. In the beginning, everyone avoided him, but gradually they discovered that other than his face, his temper and personality were both extremely good at which point more people interacted with him. After these two years, he was the most popular among the outer sect disciples.

Old Black's face lit up in joy, his mouth hurriedly complimenting, "Good good good! Mo ge, your specialty, I, Old Black, has never seen anything else like it."

Zuo Mo's [The Little Art of Cloud and Rain] was special. He was the only one in the outer sect disciples to have mastered the third level of [The Little Art of Cloud and Rain]. It was with this that he almost had a monopoly on the contracts of rain-making for all the ling fields of the sect.

[The Little Art of Cloud and Rain] wasn't a complicated spell, everyone knew how to do it. Its main use was creating rain for the ling fields. One only needed three to five days to learn the first level. The second level, it could be easily accomplished in one or two years. But starting from the third level, it required the ability of comprehension from each individual. In all of the outer sect disciples of Wu Kong Sword Sect, only Zuo Mo had successfully comprehended it.

After [The Little Art of Cloud and Rain] reached the third level, its effectiveness increased dramatically and could drastically increase the production of ling grains and ling vegetables. Because of that, after he achieved the third level, his position in the sect rose. His name went from Little Zombie Mo to Mo ge.

Zuo Mo waved his hand to bid farewell to Old Black.

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Zuo Mo bared his teeth and shifted the bag on his back. His shoulders ached. On his back was three hundred catties of ling grain which almost broke his thin and weak shoulders.