Chapter 137 Taming
The Domestic Troublemakers have been living in the study room of Mi Feixue's house. They are accustomed to hiding when they come to a new environment. The leader of the Troublemaker Team is the least afraid of strangers.
The other ink-tampering boys were still hiding in the table, with only their heads like ink spots popping up to look around, while the team leader shook his head and faced Mi August.
Mi August brought it to the ink-taker boy in the ink-washing pool.
The team leader seemed to be very interested in this foreign compatriot, his head swung back and forth to look at it.
There is no difference between the two in appearance, but compared to the ink-tester in the ink-washing pond, the captain of the domestic ink-tester has a stronger sense of 'quietness'.
If the difference between the domestic ink-trolling boy and the squad leader is just that of a hyperactive boy and the quiet squad leader, this ink-washing ink-trolling boy is an untutored irritable patient in comparison.
Crack.
The approaching team leader was suddenly thrown in the face by the long limb of the ink-splitting boy in the ink-washing pool.
“……”
The squad leader paused briefly.
From this silent stillness, Mi August seemed to feel a storm brewing in the captain's heart.
叽——
Without any warning, the squad leader rushed towards the ink-washing pool to tease the boy.
The quiet temperament has faded away from the young captain.
Punches, kicks, mouths and bites, limbs strangled, heads butted.
The two men fought like crazy, with ink flying everywhere. Only when you look closely can you see how ferocious the fight between the two was.
Mi August knocked on the table and asked the house spirit to be careful not to let the team leader beat the experimental materials to death.
Yes, she could see that the ink-washing boy in the ink-washing pool was no match for the captain of the family team, and the battle was a one-sided situation.
A minute later, the ink-taker in the ink-washing pool was stepped on the head by the squad leader.
Other domestic ink-trolling boys appeared and danced around.
Although these little creatures are introduced in the book of good and evil as monsters with no attack power, they are actually quite violent in nature.
Mi August lifted the team leader away. The ink-taker in the ink-washing pool on the ground was still slumped into a puddle of rotten ink on the table. He was half-dead and it was difficult to see the rage before.
She took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from Du'e Academy and the homework she had written, and then put the team leader into the inkstone, "Try this."
The team leader buried his head and mumbled. He swallowed, and soon he raised his head and spit out bubbles in his mouth, which looked like a burp.
Immediately afterwards, it climbed out of the inkstone without Mi August's instructions, rushed to the ink-washing pool, picked it up, and tore it apart.
The wooden hand separates the two.
The boy who was washing the ink in the ink pool and pounding the ink even turned a little lighter in color.
On the other hand, the team leader regained his composure after a round of venting.
Having a series of changes under his eyes, Mi August put on the night game to make it easier to communicate and observe.
Nearly half an hour later.
“The ink in the ink wash pond is rich in Yin spirit, and it is a treasure place for giving birth to ink-trickling boys. However, this Yin spirit still contains the unique spiritual poison of Lingzhou. The ink-trickling boys born here are violent in nature and have high IQ. Worrying."
"The ink in the ink wash pond is very nourishing to domestic ink-taker, but it can also make them go berserk, but it can be controlled within a certain period of time. It can be resolved through venting. This is similar to the need for monks to absorb spiritual energy and eliminate spiritual poisons. "
"The team leader likes to wash the ink in the ink pool, but he prefers to live in Feixue's inkstone and let it make choices. It will choose the latter. "
"The ink-tester in the ink wash pond can be tamed by the domestic team leader and obey its command."
The Book of Good and Evil records Mi August's oral experiment records in real time, and will also briefly describe the branch based on her habits.
After the word ‘tame’, the Book of Good and Evil autonomously added a line of remarks: Violence to subdue.
“This ability to tame command is currently only possessed by the squad leader, and other domestic troublemakers can only act accordingly under its command.”
“Finally…”
Mi August took out the disciple order from Due Academy.
On the table in front of her were nine copies of articles written by the housekeeper who copied her homework after swallowing the ink from the ink pool.
As expected, the feedback given by Disciple Ling was that her homework was completed.
She won’t have to worry about similar assignments in the future.
Put away the article and the disciple order, Mi August asked the house spirit, "How is Feixue's mood today?"
"The young master is very happy after eating the breakfast cooked by my wife." The spirit of the house returns truthfully.
Mi August could probably guess Mi Feixue's happy look and chuckled.
Children are very sensitive but easily satisfied.
"That's good."
While there was still time in the afternoon, Mi August was not idle. He went to Lin Qi in the General Affairs Pavilion and picked up a copy of the book from the Library Pavilion. credit assignments.
Lin Qi reminded: "The credits for this task are not easy to earn. There are numerous rolls of paper given by the library. Not only are the writing requirements neat and neat, the fonts are neat, but there is also a time limit. If you make a mistake and you fail to earn points, you will lose points. .”
Mi August said: "None of the mediocre jobs in the academy are easy to make money."
Lin Qiran, after registering her, said: "You are right, but it is not easy to make money." , but it is safer than going out for missions and easier than learning missions.”
Mi August went to the library after receiving the mission.
There was only one steward in the library. After receiving the order from her disciple, he gave her a stack of rolls of paper without saying anything, and pointed out an area for her to copy the books in the area.
Mi August weighed the paper and ink in his hand, and asked the steward: "What should I do after I finish copying?" The steward looked up at her face and said angrily: "Wait until you finish copying. Say it again.”
Mi August nodded and took the paper and ink to the area he pointed to.
As a book cultivator, the least important thing is books.
Mi August did not rush to randomly select books and copy them, but took his time and made some selections first.
The collection of books here is all-encompassing, including geography, travel notes, weird stories, detailed explanations of spiritual materials, biographies, etc., but they are all basic literature, such as exercises, elixirs, and tricks. Obviously don’t expect to get the good stuff here for free.
But for Mi August, these most basic teaching materials are exactly what she needs.
After picking out the books he wanted, Mi August picked a deserted corner, took out his desk and started copying the books.
Time passes quietly.
During this period, only one or two disciples passed by here once or twice, and they left quietly without being disturbed.
Dingle bell.
A sound similar to wind chimes.
Mi August woke up from being at his desk copying books.
She had already used up most of the paper and ink given by the librarian. She first relaxed her legs and feet where she had been sitting for a long time, then she cleared the table and put the copied books back on the bookshelf, then put the desk and the remaining All the books and ink were put away.
Back to where the steward was, Mi August handed the results to him.
The manager glanced at his spiritual sense and finished the inspection, "Patience is good."
Then he took out the disciple order and glanced at Mi August's sleeves, "Leave the book and the remaining paper and ink before you leave."
Mi August asked: "Can I take it back and continue copying? "
The steward smiled and said: "Okay, just deduct the credits."
Mi August nodded, "Trouble."
Without a word, the steward took away the books, paper and ink and deducted the credits she had just earned, and said more when returning the disciple order to her. He said, "The academy is not peaceful at night."
Spending all your time copying books to earn credits may not be worth the gain.
Mi August accepted the other party's kindness with a smile, thanked him, and then left the library.
When I walked out of the library, I saw that it was already dark outside, so the sound of wind chimes in the library should be a reminder of nightfall.
The night is quiet.
"Student, student."
A gentle call came from a distance.
Mi August turned around and saw a figure standing in the bamboo forest.
The library at the outer gate is just behind the small bamboo forest. To go to the library, you must pass through the small bamboo forest.
When the figure saw her turning back, he stood there and stopped talking. The shadows crisscrossed on his face, giving him a certain confidence.
Then Mi August left without looking back.
Gone...?
Gui Tan’s confident smile froze on his face, his eyes full of disbelief.
The night walk from Cangshuge back to Hairpin Flower Garden was both lively and peaceful in Mi August.
Everyone has his or her own unique abilities, and seems to be very interested in her.
——Forty-two school rules: Do not step on steps that are filled with water.
——Article 69 of the Academy Rules: The academy never sets up guideposts. If you accidentally see it, just ignore it.
......
The ninety-nine academic rules were recited in Mi August's mind. Every time she saw a strange phenomenon, she would naturally recall the relevant academic rules.
This is very interesting.
Unfortunately, she has other plans tonight and it is not convenient for her to communicate in detail with these strange stories.
Back in the hut, Mi August brought all the books and pens and inks he got from the library back to the old house and gave them to the Mo Tong team for copying.
“Use my handwriting.” Mi August explained.
The domestic ink-tenders had copied her handwriting not once or twice, but this time it was no longer a problem for her to ask them to do so.
The other end.
In the library.
There is no one in the library at night.
In the book that Mi August had put back on the bookshelf, a small black head popped out from the cover of the book and quickly went back in.
The small monster has no offensive power, and even its cunning energy is so weak that it cannot stir up any waves.
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