Chapter 136: People are more deadly than others (Mid-Autumn Festival Event)
In less than two seconds, Mi August picked up the controller.
The boy who was biting the spiritual crystal was thrown into the air.
As soon as the body came out of the pool water, the ink-producing boy let go and his body turned into ink at a very fast speed.
But Mi August is faster than it.
[Yinhuo]
叽! ?
Have Tong Mo Tong here ever seen such a disciple who was killed without saying a word?
Every disciple is eager to capture them as treasures, even if they hate them so much that they grit their teeth but dare not really kill them.
Killing them means you will be in trouble with your credits and yourself.
Chao Lian glared, and was about to remind Mi that he would be punished if he killed the troublemaker boy in August.
However, they saw that the ink-popping boy had been frozen by frost and was not really burned to death. Mi August caught him and threw him into a net bag.
“…”
Mi August threw the spiritual crystal bait back into the ink washing pool.
Three seconds later, the same trick is repeated.
Another ink-tester frost fell into the bag.
Chaolian said: "Junior sister's spiritual sense is really sensitive."
Mi August looked confused.
Chaolian pointed to the ink-washing pool, "This ink-washing pool is different from ordinary pool water. It is difficult to see with the naked eye and unpredictable with spiritual consciousness. Otherwise, the ink-washing boy inside would not be so difficult to catch. Junior sister can use it The spiritual crystal fishing boy can only be a fisherman The moment Mian Tiao Mo Tong bit down on the spiritual crystal, he pulled it up. His spiritual awareness is beyond our reach."
When Mi August heard this, he thought: This is another test. And facilitate the tasks of disciples with powerful soul consciousness.
After all, although Du'e Academy is inclusive of all things, and there are all kinds of practitioners in the academy, the real mainstream is calligraphy cultivation. Of course, in everything, cultivating calligraphy cultivation is the first priority.
While thinking about it, Mi August caught a few more ink-tampering boys, and put them one by one into the net bag, sealed with fire and ice.
There was less discussion among the old students in the distance, and they whispered for a long time without any feedback.
Chaolian gradually realized something was wrong. She turned around and counted the ink-tampering boys in the mesh bag.
Because Tiao Motong was covered in frost and did not dissolve, it was easier for her to count.
"There are six." She reminded Mi August, "Even if you catch more, the ink washer will not pay you more. But you can sell them to other disciples."
"They won't Buy." Mi August said.
Whisper just fed back the two sentences from Lao Shengzhong, which happened to be the same as what Chaolian said, claiming that Mi August would never be allowed to earn their credits.
"Why are you still arresting me?" Chaolian asked.
Mi August showed her the task paper.
Chaolian's expression twisted when she saw 'fifty' written inside.
It turns out that it wasn’t her who heard wrong before, nor Mi August who said wrong. She really wanted to catch fifty of them.
If she had seen him before, he would have felt that Mi August would be cold most of the night.
I feel a little envious now.
In the blink of an eye, Mi August had caught ten of them.
Her spiritual crystal bait was also chewed clean, so she replaced it with another one.
As Chao Lian looked at it, she noticed something was wrong, and asked Mi August tentatively: "Junior sister has strong spiritual power, and her understanding and application of spells are also extraordinary. If others use this spell accidentally, they will Burn the fragile Tongmo boy to death."
Mi August said: "I am a spiritual being."
Chaolian took a deep breath.
She suddenly felt that 'unprecedented' was no lie.
"Is it okay for Junior Sister to just say it like this?"
"Instead of letting people guess and make trouble and test, letting everyone know early can also isolate some people who are self-aware."
As a member who was testing but not intending to cause trouble, Chaolian sighed with a complex tone: "Junior sister is smart."
How come there are people with superhuman talents and intelligence, so that the only one with a backward background is her advantages.
Chaolian's state of mind was severely hit, and a fine burning pain came from the spiritual sea. This was because the spiritual poison accumulated in daily life was taking the opportunity to rebel. She realized that she couldn't stay here any longer, as it would be bad if she had any irrational, wrong thoughts or actions.
After saying goodbye to Mi August in a hurry, Chao Lian left quickly. Mi August watched Chao Lian go away, surrounded by old students.
She was not worried about what Chaolian would say to those old students. On the contrary, they were in agreement with her.
Du'e Academy has so much knowledge worth exploring and absorbing, and she doesn't have time to waste on too many boring people looking for trouble.
Sending a newly caught ink-tampering boy into the book of good and evil, the action is subtle and natural. In this book cultivation family, it is very common to suddenly take out the book.
Ten minutes later, Mi August carried the mesh bag to look for the paper man, but the paper man was nowhere to be found.
An old student suddenly pointed the way to her and said: "In the paper house."
Mi August nodded to the other party and said hello, and walked in the direction pointed by the other party.
“Why did you help her?”
“It’s just a little effort.”
"You don't have to raise this hand."
"Some people are destined to be different. Think about whether Senior Brother Gou, who has entered the inner sect, is in a similar situation to her. If you don't associate with us, you will be killed by the previous one. The current class worked together to suppress them, but it was of no use. On the contrary, the previous class suffered a lot.”
Listening to the exchanges between the old students at the rear, Mi August found a paper house.
A veritable house made of paper.
So far, Mi August has found that the building names of Du'e Academy are very honest.
The complaint well is a well for complaints, the ink-washing pool is a pool for washing ink, and the paper house is also a real paper house.
She knocked on the door and pushed it open from the inside out.
Mi August glanced inside and paused.
The paper man seemed to want her to see what was going on inside, his crooked eyes staring straight at Mi August's face.
Mi August handed the mesh bag to it, "I'll finish it for you."
[Finished catching? ]
The paper man’s expression changed from laughter to suspicion.
Mi August: "Yeah."
The paper man took the mesh bag dubiously, and then his face twisted.
The distorted expression of ordinary people is still the normal wrinkled skin, but the distorted expression of the paper man is really twisted into a ball, and the facial features are flying around.
[Pocket]
Mi August returned the stringed net bag to it.
What a pity, I wanted to take it back and study it.
The paper man returns to the paper house with his things.
The door is not closed.
Mi August looked at a drying rack inside, with paper figures hanging on it as if to dry.
The bodies of individual paper figures are not flat. The upper body is already paper-thin, but the lower body is like a normal person.
If you look at the back but don’t see the front, you will definitely think someone is playing with the hanger.
The paper man is back.
[You have helped me a lot, this is your reward]
Mi August took it and handed out a finger-long ink strip.
[Student, will you come back to make ink next time? ]
The paper man has a sticky smile.
Mi August nodded and said with a smile: "I will definitely come."
The paper man paused.
[Said, I'll wait for you]
"Okay."
When Mi August left the ink-washing pool, the old students who were still present looked at her back until she really out of the scope of the ink wash pond.
Return to the laboratory of the old house from the hut.
Mi August took out the ink-washing boy who had stolen it from the book of good and evil.
The little thing wanted to run away as soon as it came out, but unfortunately it was useless to hide it anywhere in the body of the house spirit.
The Mo Tong, who was imprisoned in place, was still twisting and struggling desperately, as if there was a violent beast hidden in his small body.
Mi August was thoughtful and asked the house spirit to send a few domesticated ink-tapping boys, including the team leader of the ink-tapping boys.
The group number for more detailed activities is 376647024
(End of this chapter)