Chapter 8

Perhaps the little squirrel's willingness to give up a pine cone moved the grain thief. Ten days later, when Song Shu woke up, he found a small sword next to his pillow.

"Gu!"

Rat's sword!

Jumping up excitedly, Song Shu pulled the small sword out of the scabbard. It turned out that what Qin Mian made for him was not a wooden sword, but a real sword forged from fine iron.

The sword body is crystal white, and the hilt is wrapped with small tassels. It is simply a smaller version of Qin Mian's sword.

"Gu!"

Rat wants to practice sword!

After putting the sword back into the scabbard, Song Shu was about to climb down holding the hilt in his mouth. After hesitating for a while, he put the sword down and went to the end of the bed to look for his cloak.

Qin Mian has had some free time recently, so he made several cloaks of different colors and lengths for Song Shu. Song Shu likes them all very much.

After finding a red cloak and putting it on, Song Shu bit the hilt of the sword again and climbed down the bedpost, running out of the house with all four claws.

The grain thief teaches the rat how to use the sword!

"Finally woke up."

Qin Mian stood in the open space outside the house, his hands behind his back, and chuckled, "I knew you'd make a fuss the moment you woke up. How about trying the sword I forged especially for you?"

"Gu!"

Song Shu took off the small sword, his eyes sharp, he held the hilt with one hand, and threw the scabbard back with the other hand, his legs standing in a horse stance with great momentum.

"Gu!"

Grain thief, look at the sword!

Song Shu didn't know how to use a sword, so naturally he couldn't do it as easily as Qin Mian. He could only chop at the air randomly without any plan.

Finally it was over, Song Shu held his knees to catch his breath, but looked at Qin Mian expectantly:

"Gugu?"

How good is the rat at playing with the sword?

"Well, it's okay."

Qin Mian covered his lips and smiled, "But it's a bit rough. Let me teach you a more elegant sword technique."

"Gu."

good.

A man and a rat stood side by side in the snow. Song Shu's eyes were as sharp as torches. When Qin Mian thrust out his sword, he would thrust out his sword as well; when Qin Mian took a step, he would also take a step.

It’s just that Song Shu’s arms and legs are too short. Qin Mian does these movements gracefully, but Song Shu looks a little funny when doing them.

Fortunately, Qin Mian was the only one watching here, and no one else saw it.

After teaching him a set of sword techniques, Qin Mian lied with his eyes open and praised him: "Not bad, little squirrel, you are very talented."

Song Shu straightened his back, shook his beard, and said reservedly but confidently, "Guji."

Rats have always been very capable.

"but-"

Qin Mian changed the subject and said seriously, "Although you have talent, your foundation is not good enough. You don't have enough strength when you swing the sword. You need to practice more."

Song Shu tilted his head: "Gu?"

How to practice?

With his lips slightly curled, Qin Mian said ruthlessly: "Since this is your first time practicing sword, I will swing the sword a hundred times first. When you are familiar with it, you can swing the sword two hundred times every day."

"Gu!"

many!

Qin Mian squatted down, looked at the shocked little squirrel, and said in a coaxing tone: "Only those who have endured the most hardships can become the best of rats."

Rat on rat!

Song Shu's eyes were determined, and his claws gripping the small sword tightened.

A rat must be a rat!

If the big black snake and the stinking marten dare to scare the rat again, the rat will use his sword to cut the big black snake into eight pieces, and then cut off the stinking marten's tail and stuff it into his mouth!

After all, not all animals in Lingshan are friendly. There is a big black snake and a sable among them that want to eat Song Shu every time they see him. Fortunately, Song Shu reacts quickly and has never been caught.

"Gugu!"

Rat training!

"Yeah, very good." Qin Mian moved the rattan chair out of the house, put one hand behind his head, held the teacup in the other hand, and his long clothes dragged on the snow. He watched the little squirrel swinging the sword leisurely.

Song Shu practiced very seriously.

However, the sword Qin Mian made for him was made of iron, so it was quite heavy. Moreover, every time he swung the sword with incorrect force, Qin Mian would slowly correct it, which made swinging the sword a hundred times seem extremely difficult.

After struggling to finish forty reps, Song Shu was about to continue when Qin Mian called out, "Let's stop here for now. We'll continue with the rest this afternoon."

The one hundred sword swings made the little squirrel feel a little embarrassed, but Qin Mian was very satisfied with Song Shu's serious attitude.

Therefore, at noon, Qin Mian specially gave Song Shu some more food, and also very considerately filled some sweet honey water for the little squirrel to drink when it was thirsty.

After eating and drinking, Song Shu lay on Qin Mian's lap and took a nap for a while. When he woke up, he was full of energy and went out with his sword in hand.

The snow got heavier in the afternoon. Through the window, Qin Mian saw a little squirrel walking on the snow and waving its sword methodically. Although it was small in size, it was very imposing.

A little funny, but serious, and also...

Very cute

Song Shu completed the remaining sixty sword swings very seriously, then his legs went limp and he sat down on the ground, letting the cold snow cover his body.

The mouse is so tired.

After swinging the sword a hundred times, Song Shu's arms were extremely sore, and his legs were a little stiff from maintaining the correct sword-swinging posture.

"You must be exhausted."

Qin Mian placed the little guy in his palm with heartache, took Song Shu's small sword, and brought it into the house.

It has to be said that Qin Mian never thought that Song Shu could persist for so long. In his impression, Song Shu had a bad temper, even a little irritable.

Swinging a sword is a tedious task. It is difficult for a small squirrel to persist in doing it, not to mention that Song Shu's sword-swinging posture is impeccable every time.

Taking out a brocade handkerchief and wiping Song Shu's fur that was wet with snow, Qin Mian said admiringly, "Little squirrel, you really impressed me."

Song Shu shook his head and said proudly, "Gu."

Rats have always been powerful.

After all, as a little squirrel who can live freely and easily in Lingshan, Song Shu has encountered difficulties that are much more difficult than swinging a sword.

The handkerchief brushed across the squirrel's soft palm, and Qin Mian discovered that the skin on the squirrel's palm was actually rubbed off, revealing a layer of soft pink flesh.

"Gu!"

The mouse is in some pain.

Song Shu rolled his eyes upwards in anger, and only then did he realize that his useless hand was hurting.

How can a rat be so useless!

"Why are you angry even though you're hurt?"

Qin Mian smiled helplessly, took out a box of white cream from his sleeve, rubbed his fingertips on the cream twice, and then rubbed his fingertips stained with the cream on Song Shu's palm.

The white paste emitted warm heat in the palm of his hand. After a while, Song Shu felt the pain in his palm gradually dissipate, and even the broken skin healed quickly.

With his eyes wide open, Song Shu raised his paw to his eyes and took a closer look, then touched it with his other paw. It really didn't hurt at all.

"Gu."

What a magical medicine.

Holding Qin Mian's hand, Song Shu stared at the white ointment with his dark eyes without blinking, his claws ready to move.

If the rat could bring the ointment back to Lingshan, it would never be afraid of getting hurt again.

Glancing at Qin Mian's profile, Song Shu puffed out his cheeks, wondering whether he should wait until spring comes before quietly running away with the ointment.

Anyway, the grain thieves have a lot of good things, so this little bit won’t make a difference.

"Don't have any bad ideas."

Pinching the little squirrel's face, Qin Mian snorted and laughed, "You're rolling your eyes around. Are you trying to steal my ointment?"

Song Shu was shocked: The grain thief can read minds!

Seeing the little squirrel looking at him blankly, Qin Mian said angrily, "You really want to steal it, you little heartless person! I've given you so many good things, and you're still thinking about this little ointment."

Song Shu put his hands on his hips and said confidently: "Gugugugugu! Gugu!"

The grain thief is allowed to covet the rat’s food, but the rat is not allowed to covet the grain thief’s ointment?

"Talk back."

Qin Mian flicked the squirrel's fluttering ear hair with his fingers, put the ointment on the table, and instructed: "I'll put the ointment on the table. Apply it yourself when you need it. If you're obedient, I can give it to you."

Song Shu: "Gu?"

really?

"Why would I lie to you?"

"Gu."

The mouse has always been obedient.

"Let me see, don't you feel embarrassed when you tell a lie?"

"Gu."

Rats only tell the truth.

"Oh, I forgot. Your face is all hairy, so you can't tell if you're lying."

"."

The rat is too lazy to scold you.

The man and the mouse played around for a while, and then Qin Mian suddenly took out a small round straw hat from his sleeve. He had spent an entire afternoon knitting it.

Although the craftsmanship cannot compare with that of the old men on the street, at least you can tell that it is a hat.

Song Shu was wearing a hat, holding a small sword in his hand, with a small cloak hanging behind him. He had a stern face and stared at Qin Mian with sharp eyes.

Rats are very stylish.

"Hahaha."

Qin Mian held a round bead towards Song Shu, squinted his eyes and smiled, "Come on, swing your sword, let me see which squirrel hero has come out to do justice."

Song Shu made a cold and ruthless "Gu" sound, drew his sword, squatted on one leg, held the sword in one claw, and a light breeze blew, and his big red cloak flew up.

"Romantic and elegant."

Seeing that the round bead had recorded all of Song Shu's movements, Qin Mian put the bead away with satisfaction, waiting to take it out and look at it when he had nothing to do in the future.

"Who else but you could be the best rat in the world?"

Song Shu was so flattered by Qin Mian that he almost flew up on the spot with his left paw on his right paw. He grinned triumphantly and showed a happy smile.

Grain thieves know how to brag.

Rats like it.

When it was time to go to bed on a normal day, Song Shu was still reluctant to leave and wanted to continue showing off his power. Qin Mian did not urge him when he saw this.

He just slowly returned to the bed, crossed his legs and prepared to meditate, but perhaps because the little squirrel had not been by his side, he was a little uncomfortable.

Qin Mian opened his eyes and saw Song Shu still swinging his sword. He coughed lightly and said calmly, "If you don't sleep tonight, I will take your sword away tomorrow."

Song Shu glared: "Gu!"

How dare the grain thief!

Qin Mian curved his thin lips slightly, and curled his eyes at the angry little squirrel, saying softly, "Come quickly, I've warmed up your nest."

Where does the mouse's nest come from?

Song Shu blinked in confusion, and when he saw Qin Mian waving at him, he realized that his nest actually referred to Qin Mian's palm.

The palms of the grain thief are always warm, what’s so warm about that!

Although he complained, Song Shu still put the small sword back into the scabbard and carefully placed it on the rattan chair to make sure it would not be blown away by the wind and snow.

Then Song Shu jumped a few times and landed steadily in Qin Mian's palm.

"Good boy."

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and Qin Mian lowered his eyes to look at the little squirrel holding its big tail, with the corners of his mouth curled up.

A gust of wind blew by, blowing out the candle on the table, and the hut fell into darkness and silence.

Song Shu turned over and put the big tail on his head. When he was about to close his eyes and fall asleep, he heard Qin Mian ask in a low and ethereal voice:

"Little squirrel, would you like to accompany me back to the sect in the spring?"

After seeing the little squirrel trembling with fear at the foot of Lingshan Mountain that day, and knowing that the little squirrel was smart and could understand human language, Qin Mian was almost certain that it was an animal from Lingshan Mountain.

However, the animals in Lingshan rarely go down the mountain, let alone leave Lingshan to go to other places.

Perhaps the little squirrel couldn't return to Lingshan for some reason, so it came down the mountain and found him to keep it company.

only-

They have been together for less than a month, but Qin Mian is already reluctant to send the little squirrel to Lingshan.

In the dark night, Song Shu raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Qin Mian, only to find that Qin Mian was also looking at him with his eyes lowered.

The room was silent.

After a while, Song Shu changed his sleeping position while holding Qin Mian's hand. He swung his big tail on Qin Mian's wrist and made a soft "coo".

Rat needs to think about it.

The author has something to say:

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Song Shu: I am the most handsome rat in the world.

Qin Mian (applauding): I agree [Come on]