The three-year-old Ning Zhuo brought out a small furnace and refined a new material for Sun Lingtong on the spot.

Sun Lingtong sneered: "I don't even need an alchemy furnace, just watch."

He stretched out his hand and a ball of fire ignited from the palm of his hand.

He threw the herbs into the fire one after another, and soon got new herbs.

"How about it?"

After Ning Zhuo checked it, he clapped his hands repeatedly: "Brother Sun, you are so amazing! You don't need a furnace, you can do it with your bare hands. And you can do it faster and better than me!"

Sun Lingtong shook her head: "This is nothing at all, you should be humble."

Ning Zhuo hummed and nodded heavily.

…

Four-year-old Ning Zhuo took the talisman pen and drew runes on the talisman paper.

Everything will come naturally and you will succeed at the first try.

Sun Lingtong was slightly surprised, and knew that she had to be faster than Ning Zhuo and make better runes.

He looked careless, yawning deliberately, his eyelids drooping, and holding the pen in his hand, but he was actually concentrating and finishing the work in one go! After comparing, Ning Zhuo gave a thumbs up and praised from the bottom of his heart: "Little Sun, you are awesome!"

"Compared to you, I am no match. You are really amazing."

Sun Lingtong sighed: "There are countless geniuses. Compared with them, I am as ordinary as an ant. Xiaozhuo, you must be humble."

Ning Zhuo nodded repeatedly: "I know, I will remember it!"

…

The five-year-old Ning Zhuo took a deep breath and began to set up the formation on the blank formation plate.

Three hours later, he wiped the sweat off his forehead and said with some shame: "Brother Sun, I failed."

Sun Lingtong witnessed the whole process and was shocked. Ning Zhuo tried his best. Although he failed, his ability to set up formations was beyond the level of a person of his age! Sun Lingtong said calmly, "Not bad. Let's see what I can do."

He quickly set up the formation and completed it in just one hour.

Ning Zhuo examined the formation and was convinced.

Sun Lingtong wiped the sweat from his forehead and thought, "Formation formations are not something I'm good at. Fortunately, I tinkered with the formation plate last night."

He said to Ning Zhuo: "What I have achieved is nothing. I still have a lot to improve."

Ning Zhuo expressed his strong approval and quickly pointed out many shortcomings in the formation.

Finally, he took the initiative to tell Sun Lingtong: "Little Brother Sun, I will continue to work hard. Don't worry, I am not complacent or proud at all!"

"That's good, that's good." Sun Lingtong nodded, full of relief.

In his heart, he felt guilty: "He's only five years old. What should I do next year?"

After this time, he decided to take some time out in private to study the various arts of cultivation so that he could deal with the increasingly powerful Ning Zhuo.

…

The content of the six-year-old competition is slave beasts.

Ning Zhuo was full of fighting spirit and confidence: "Brother Sun, my mighty general of Fiery Flame is very strong. I hatched it myself at the beginning of this year's school, and I have been nurturing it since it was young. For this school test, I sealed most of its strength in advance, and it easily squeezed into the fifth place."

Sun Lingtong nodded, expressionless: "It seems that your fighting cock is indeed powerful. Mine is not so good. I have only had it for more than a month."

He laughed to himself.

In fact, more than a year ago, he realized that he could no longer control Ning Zhuo, so he specifically looked up the exam questions from previous years. He also checked in advance and confirmed the content of this year's quiz.

Therefore, he secretly trained fighting cocks for a much longer time than Ning Zhuo.

Ning Zhuo released his mighty general of blazing fire, while Sun Lingtong released his little black dot.

The general took the lead in launching the attack, his wings spread out like blades, and he pounced on his opponent with a whistling sound.

Xiao Heizi dodged flexibly and counterattacked quickly, hitting his opponent's chest with his sharp beak and claws.

The fight between the two chickens became more and more intense, with feathers flying and blood splattered everywhere.

Ning Zhuo tried his best, casting spells from time to time to protect the mighty general of Fiery Fire.

But in the end, the general's full-strength attack was avoided by the little black boy, who flew into the air and broke the general's cockscomb, thus securing the victory.

The general fell to the ground, dying.

Xiao Heizi's body was also shaking, and he tried his best.

Ning Zhuo was breathing heavily, his face flushed, his face was full of loss, and his eyes looked dull.

His body trembled, and he quickly ran to the center of the field, put his hands on the general's body, activated the healing spell, and treated him with all his strength.

The general's condition soon stabilized, his breathing became regular, and he fell into a deep sleep.

After a while, Ning Zhuo raised his head and said in a low voice: "Brother Sun, I lost again."

He could hardly hide his frustration.

Sun Lingtong's nervous mood gradually calmed down.

He originally thought that he had a great advantage, but he didn't expect that this cockfight would be so close that the winner was not decided until the very end.

He knew that his victory was unfair, so he secretly invested a lot in Xiao Heizi, far more than Ning Zhuo.

Sun Lingtong felt guilty and praised sincerely, "You have performed very well. If you really go all out, your general will definitely be the best in the school."

Ning Zhuo shook his head: "What's the point of being the best in the school? Compared with the entire Huoshi City, I am nothing. In the entire Nandou Kingdom, I can't even rank. Not to mention, there are other cultivation kingdoms. I have always been inferior to Brother Xiaosun, I always lose..."

Sun Lingtong gritted her teeth and tried to make amends: "I almost failed just now."

"real."

"Your last move seemed to be a mechanical trick, right?"

Ning Zhuo nodded: "Yes, I usually use the thread-pulling technique to train the general. Later, I referred to some martial arts formulas and designed some commands. As long as you say them, the general can fly down from the sky and kill the enemy. At the same time, it will also stimulate the talismans deep in the general's feathers, so that the general's offensive power will increase sharply."

Sun Lingtong was stunned and exclaimed sincerely: "Amazing! You have already started to use various methods to breed your fighting cocks."

"You are not limited to the teachings of the school elders."

"You've been pushing the boundaries of innovation, and most importantly, the actual results are great!"

"I still need to work harder. This actual game exposed many of my shortcomings."

"I'm really nothing. Compared to you, I'm far behind."

"I can only make up for the gap in talent by working harder!"

Sun Lingtong fell silent, and couldn't help but wonder: Have I gone too far over the years?

…

The seven-year-old competition made Sun Lingtong furious! "Xiaozhuo, what's wrong with you? Over the past year, you have made some progress in the Hundred Arts of Cultivation, but not much."

"What are you doing?"

"Have you studied hard?"

Ning Zhuo lowered his head, admitted his mistake, and told Sun Lingtong that he and his classmates were addicted to the pinball game.

Sun Lingtong carefully inquired about what the bullet game was, and found that the game content was boring. She was distressed and said, "You are actually addicted to this. It's simply a waste of time!"

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He severely taught Ning Zhu a lesson that lasted for a whole stick of incense.

Ning Zhuo's eyes were filled with tears: "Brother Sun, I will never do this again. I will study hard!"

“I know I am bad and have many shortcomings.”

Sun Lingtong was stunned when he heard this, and couldn't help but think: Have I suppressed Ning Zhuo's achievements too much, distorted his cognition, made him lack a sense of accomplishment and self-confidence, and thus lost the motivation for self-improvement.

“Actually…” Sun Lingtong considered her tone, “Xiaozhuo, you’ve actually done an outstanding job before. Don’t belittle yourself too much.”

Ning Zhuo said: "I know, Brother Sun. You don't have to comfort me! I understand everything."

Sun Lingtong: “…”

…

In the Salesian Kindergarten, Li Leifeng was performing a puppet show.

Sun Lingtong sneaked in and stole the monks' personal belongings to use as supplies for their daily practice.

After Li Leifeng's performance, he came to the box and thanked the Zhou family's patriarch for his large donation during the play.

The Zhou family's patriarch also wanted to make friends with Li Leifeng, and during the conversation he asked Li Leifeng about his way of educating children.

"Under the guidance of Mr. Li, the orphans at the Salesian Orphanage have been well-educated, well-behaved, sensible, and hardworking."

"Alas, my son Zhou Zeshen is naughty and mischievous. He hates school and has no interest in learning at all. It's really a headache!"

Li Leifeng asked a few questions, learned the truth, and smiled, "My suggestion is to let him go and play."

The Zhou family's patriarch was puzzled.

Li Leifeng said, "From what you just said, I understand that you are under very strict supervision. Apart from attending classes at school, you have to take tutoring classes at home. You rarely have time to play."

"It is because he plays too little that a blade of grass, a pen, or even a cloud in the sky can make him play with it with great pleasure, and let his mind wander and let him daydream."

“It is important to remember that no matter how smart a child is, they all have a childlike heart. Playing is their nature, a necessary path for them, and an indispensable part of their growth.”

"They can only have fun and be happy if they keep playing. After playing for a long time, a piece of grass or a pen will no longer be tempting to them."

“That’s exactly the growth they need.”

Sun Lingtong, who was hiding nearby, was listening attentively.

From then on, he never stole money from the Salesian Orphanage again.

Sun Lingtong excitedly found Ning Zhuo.

"You're so lucky to meet me." His abrupt words made Ning Zhuo feel confused.

"Come on, I'll take you out to play!"

The seven-year-old Ning Zhuo couldn't believe it, his eyes were full of surprise: "Really?"

"Of course!" Sun Lingtong raised his head, held Ning Zhuo's arm, and walked through the air.

In a dark alley.

Sun Lingtong "encouraged" Ning Zhuo: "If you see someone you don't like, just follow the method I just taught you and steal a bite for fun!"

Ning Zhuo hesitated: "Is it not good to steal other people's things?"

"What are you afraid of? Listen to your brother Sun. How can I harm you?" Sun Lingtong patted his chest and urged, "It's very exciting, especially if it's your first time to steal. It will make you feel very excited!"

Under his guidance, Ning Zhuo chose a local ruffian to steal his purse.

The thugs searched frantically and almost stripped him naked.

Ning Zhuo hid in the dark and laughed loudly.

Before leaving, he seemed to throw his purse at the feet of the gangster.

Sun Lingtong patted Ning Zhuo's shoulder: "How is it? It feels exciting, right?"

"Yeah! It's quite fun." Ning Zhuo said.

Sun Lingtong sighed, "Sometimes, when I'm in a bad mood, I'll just wander around the streets and steal things from anyone I don't like."

"Hahaha, every time I finish stealing, I feel much better!"

Ning Zhuo hesitated and said, "Brother Sun, it's better not to do this. The school teaches us to follow the right path and do the right thing. Stealing is not a good behavior."

Sun Lingtong rolled her eyes and then smiled slyly: "What the school elder said makes sense. It is actually the same thing as what I am going to teach you."

Ning Zhuo stared, expressing his confusion.

Sun Lingtong said: "Don't you understand the principle of punishing evil and promoting good? Punishing these evil people is to accumulate virtue and is a just act."

"The thug you just taught a lesson usually bullies the good and honest poor people. In the end, you just frightened him, but he didn't suffer any actual loss. It was really a good deal for him!"

Ning Zhuo narrowed his eyes: "Then I will go back and steal from him again."

Sun Lingtong nodded: "Okay, I'll go with you."

"I'm going to teach you a new way to steal this time. Try it. It will feel different from before."

(End of this chapter)