Chapter 182: 276 Chapters, A Story of a City Child and a Youthful Maiden

276 Chapters, A Story of a City Child and a Youthful Maiden

276 Chapters, A Story of a City Child and a Youthful Maiden

(Preface: There was a city child who one day lost his way; on Youth Mountain he met the Youth Maiden. It turned out this Youth Maiden was already eighteen thousand years old, a spy left by prehistoric aliens to monitor human activities……)

(I), On Youth Mountain, a Chance Encounter with the Youth Maiden

One day, a city child occasionally lost his way and came to the countryside. He saw the countryside full of small birds, chickens, bees, butterflies, and scattered flocks of sheep. The child puzzledly asked the farmer: "These little birds, little chickens, bees, butterflies, and those sheep—why don't they obey traffic rules and run about everywhere?"

Seeing this child who had walked out of Wei Cheng, the farmer laughed and said: "Child, you are truly a genius. These ill‑minded birds, shouting everywhere, liking to call however they want, just call that way; they are very annoying. However, the villagers like their calls. Bees and butterflies basically still follow the rules; their activity range is automatically limited to among flower clusters and leaves, at most wandering into small groves. As for the sheep, these fishy Beauties, the most untrained. They are innately highly destructive; in the blink of an eye they will trample those flowers and grasses into a horrible sight. Child, do you have a way to change their habits?"

The child was speechless. He then shouted loudly: "Save the sheep! Save these fishy Beauties, like saving those secret prostitutes in the city!"

The child's wish is of course beautiful, pure, and a genius. At the very least, it is the genius's present, the genius's shout.

The lost child continued forward. Not having walked long, the child arrived at the foot of a mountain. Ah, this mountain is so high!

The child looked closely; the mountain before him was different from other mountains: all the stones on the mountain were green. On the verdant mountain, all the flowers, grasses, and trees had that bright, gorgeous color, and it would always be that way.

Just as the child was admiring the flowers, grasses, and trees on the green mountain, the mountain suddenly split open a hole before him. From the hole walked out a maiden who resembled a fairy.

The child saw this maiden, as beautiful as a celestial being, and was greatly astonished. The maiden looked at the child's astonished expression. She lightly opened her vermilion lips, slowly opened her smiling mouth, and said: "Child, don't be afraid. Congratulations, you are fortunate to have come to my dwelling, Qingchun Mountain. I am Qingqing Nü, eighteen thousand years old, an extraterrestrial. The mountain before you is called Qingchun Mountain, and it is the same age as I am. We both remain eternally youthful. I have been lonely in the mountain for a long time; meeting you today makes me very happy. Please come to my home as a guest. You will not regret it…"