Chapter 14
"Gu!"
With two claws grabbing Qin Mian's wrist, Song Shu seized the opportunity and immediately complained: "Gugu! Gugu!"
The bad weasel wants to kill the rat, the grain thief is about to kill him!
Ah Huang was furious and worried that Qin Mian would really follow Song Shu's instigation and beat him up, so he quickly said, "What's the big deal about you, stinky squirrel, asking for help? If you have the guts, fight me again!"
Song Shu made a disdainful "hiss" sound. The bad weasel used magic on him and dared to say that the rat was incompetent.
"Gu!"
Beat the grain thief!
"He dares!" Ah Huang glared with round eyes. Although he was actually a little afraid of Qin Mian in his heart, he still said stubbornly: "If he dares to hit me, I will let Xuan Xu beat him!"
Qin Mian never thought that one day he would have to judge a case for a squirrel and a weasel. He touched the little squirrel's body all over with his fingers calmly, and Qin Mian breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the little squirrel was not injured. Although its cheeks looked a little swollen than usual, it was not serious.
"Ah Huang, last time the squirrel shouldn't have touched your things. I've already apologized to you, and you accepted the big yellow chicken as an apology."
Qin Mian's eyes turned cold as he rubbed the squirrel's cheeks with his fingers and said nonchalantly, "You shouldn't continue to bother him. Besides, the squirrel can't even transform into a human form now. I think my uncle should have taught you that bullying the weak is not what disciples of the immortal sect do."
Ah Huang:!
His teeth were clattering, and even though Ah Huang's brain was not very bright, he could tell that Qin Mian was saying that he was not worthy of being a disciple of Xiaoyao Sect.
joke.
He doesn't deserve it, but does that ignorant squirrel deserve it?
"Gu!"
The grain thief is right.
Putting his little head on Qin Mian's tiger's mouth, Song Shu added fuel to the fire and said, "The bad weasel relies on his magic to bully the rat because he can't transform into a human form stably. Otherwise, the rat will still beat him."
Although Qin Mian didn't understand what Song Shu said, he knew that it was definitely not a good thing, because Ah Huang on the opposite side was so angry that he was shaking all over.
Not wanting to further deepen the feud between the little squirrel and the weasel, Qin Mian said gently, "The squirrel and I will leave first."
Although the grain thief did not beat the weasel, Song Shu was not sad. He stood up, pulled his eyelids and made a face at Ah Huang.
"Gu."
Bad weasel, the rat is gone.
Wait for the rat to take revenge later.
Unable to bear Song Shu's arrogant look, Ah Huang clenched his fists and said to himself: I'll kill the stinky squirrel next time we meet!
Leaving Ah Huang's sight, Qin Mian touched the little squirrel's cheek and asked, "Does it hurt?"
Song Shu shook his head. Although the weasel pinched him, Song Shu was not a pushover. He hit Ah Huang back several times. Ah Huang's face was swollen higher than his.
Seeing that the little squirrel was in good spirits, Qin Mian asked, "Who of you made the first move this time?"
"Gu?"
Song Shu tilted his head, thought carefully, clasped his two paws together, and said, "Gugu."
Two hands moving together.
Qin Mian asked again: "Who provoked first?"
This time Song Shu said bluntly: "Gugu!" Bad weasel!
Qin Mian raised his eyebrows slightly and said with a smile: "I thought you were the one who hit him first."
After all, last time Song Shu was clamoring to go back and beat Ah Huang.
Song Shu was dissatisfied: "Gugu."
The mouse was very reasonable. If the bad weasel hadn't scolded him first, Song Shu wouldn't have bothered to pay attention.
"Next time you see him, call me." Qin Mian chuckled as he watched the little squirrel chattering. "He grew up in Xiaoyao Sect. My uncle fed him many elixirs. You can't beat him."
Now that he had brought the little squirrel back, Qin Mian felt that it was his responsibility to protect it and did not want the little squirrel to be bullied when he was not around.
He had already experienced the bitter cold of Lingshan Mountain in winter, even at the foot of the mountain. The little squirrel had only a limited cultivation base, not even a human form, and no one knew how much hardship he had endured in Lingshan Mountain.
Qin Mian couldn't help but feel more pity for the little squirrel when he thought of the scene where his hands were broken even when he was practicing sword fighting but he still complained that his hands were useless.
Song Shu felt sad when the grain thief said he couldn't beat the weasel. He wondered if the grain thief thought he couldn't beat the bad weasel and thought rats were useless.
After a moment of dejection, Song Shu suddenly clenched his fist and said firmly: "Gu!"
Rat needs to practice!
The rat needs to build a foundation, the rat needs to have a stable human form, and the rat also needs to learn magic. Next time, he will teach the bad weasel a lesson!
Seeing the little squirrel suddenly excited, Qin Mian curled his lips and said with a smile: "What's wrong? Have you made up your mind to study hard?"
"Gu!"
Rat is hardworking!
After returning to the cave, Qin Mian found that the little squirrel had really started to practice diligently. He practiced sword moves frantically during the day, and meditated at night to learn how to circulate the spiritual energy in his body. He also took time to recite the skills Qin Mian taught him. Even when Bai Feng and Bai Yue asked him to go out and play, Song Shu resolutely refused.
Another sword was swung out, the small tassel on the hilt fluttered, the sleeves flew, Song Shu looked straight ahead with firm eyes, the rat must be cultivated into a human!
As the weather gradually warmed up, the gray-white hair on Song Shu's back gradually faded, and light orange-red soft hair grew out. The chest was still covered with short snow-white hair, and the tail also turned orange-red, standing tall behind him, looking very energetic in spring.
It was the first time Qin Mian saw a little squirrel that had just shed its fur, and he kept sniffing for a long time before he stopped.
Seeing the little squirrel performing beautiful sword dances, Qin Mian felt both relieved and distressed.
He originally thought that the little squirrel was not serious about cultivation, but now seeing that the little squirrel was really practicing like crazy, he couldn't help but persuade him:
"Don't worry, let's take it slow."
Song Shu: "Gu!"
The rat can't slow down!
Thinking about the last time when he was teased by the bad weasel with magic and couldn't do anything, Song Shu became more and more angry.
Seeing that the little squirrel was determined and would not rest no matter how hard or tired he was, Qin Mian had no choice but to pull out a large pine cone from his sleeve and tempted him, "Want to eat a pine cone?"
The food that Song Shu had collected had already been eaten by him. The pine cones he was eating now were all bought by Qin Mian with spirit stones and placed in the storage ring for Song Shu to use as food in his spare time.
Pushing away Qin Mian's approaching face, Song Shu said coldly, "Gu."
Grain thieves should not disturb the rat's mind, the rat needs to practice sword skills.
"Okay, okay."
Qin Mian shook his head regretfully. "It seems that you are as hard as iron. However, I heard that the former elders helped the loquats in the Spirit Garden to grow a few days ago. Now that the loquats in the Spirit Garden are ripe, many people have gone to pick the fruits and eat them. Bai Feng and Bai Yue have also gone."
Song Shu twitched his ears and said disdainfully, "Gu."
Rats are not rare.
Qin Mian put his hands behind his back and said regretfully, "I really won't go. This loquat has a lot of spiritual energy. Eating it might speed up your cultivation."
Hearing that he could speed up his cultivation, Song Shu shuddered and immediately put away the small sword. He climbed onto Qin Mian's shoulder and said, "Gu!"
The mouse is going to pick loquats.
The little squirrel changed its expression very quickly, but Qin Mian didn't find it annoying. Instead, he found it cute.
With a slight curl of his lips, Qin Mian led the little squirrel to the spiritual garden, saying as he walked, "I'll pick a big one for you later."
"Gu."
The mouse picks it himself.
Not believing Qin Mian could distinguish which food was rich in spiritual energy better than him, Song Shu said complacently, "Gugu!"
Rats are more powerful than food thieves.
"Tsk, I haven't looked down on you yet, but you look down on me first."
Qin Mian shook his head and acted heartbroken: "It's really sad."
Song Shu mercilessly patted Qin Mian's chin with his claws, and said coldly: "Gugu."
Don’t pretend, grain thief. Don’t think that the rat didn’t see the upturned corners of your mouth.
The man and the mouse walked to the spiritual garden, chatting with each other. Sure enough, many people were already picking fruits next to the loquat tree. There were about a hundred people in Xiaoyao Sect, and almost all of them had arrived by now.
Someone saw Qin Mian coming, and voices of greetings came from all around:
"Big Brother, are you here to pick loquats too?"
"Big Brother, do you want me to help you pick it?"
"Hey, big brother, your squirrel is so cute"...
Bai Feng and Bai Yue were also among them. Seeing Song Shu coming, they waved to Song Shu. Song Shu also stood up and waved his claws at him.
After greeting his fellow junior students, Qin Mian turned around and asked the little squirrel, "Do you want to join them?"
Glancing at the basket in Bai Feng and Bai Yue's hands, Song Shu shook his head.
He didn't have time to find fruits for the two boys today. He wanted to find the largest and most spiritual loquat, and then eat it himself, so that he could cultivate into an adult as soon as possible.
If he had free time, he would also bring two fruits to the grain thief.
Qin Mian asked again: "Do you want me to accompany you?"
Song Shu glanced at Qin Mian's two long legs, and disgust was written all over his furry face. The grain thief's legs were too long and it was not convenient for him to climb the tree, so the rat should do it by himself.
"All right."
As soon as Qin Mian finished speaking, the little squirrel had already jumped onto a medium-sized loquat tree. He sniffed with the tip of his nose, and when he smelled that the spiritual energy was not strong enough, he quickly swung to another tree and continued to look for better loquats.
There were many loquat trees and people in the cemetery, and soon Song Shu disappeared from Qin Mian's sight, and no one knew where he had gone.
"You're really impatient," Qin Mian said with a smile after touching his nose, "You didn't bring anything with you. I'll see what you'll use to carry the loquats back later."
Thinking about it, he leisurely picked a few loquats and threw them into the ring, waiting for the little squirrel to come back to find him after being frustrated.
Song Shu passed by a dozen or so trees that were not growing well, and finally smelled a sweet and rich scent of spiritual energy. His eyes lit up, and Song Shu ran among the branches.
The rat found the loquat with the most spiritual energy!
However, he did not notice that as he ran further and further away, the population in this place became increasingly sparse. Finally, he saw a handsome man in black lazily lying on a rattan chair, while instructing a young man in black clothes with an impatient look on his face to pick loquats from a tree.
"Pick the one on the right, it's bigger."
Xuan Hua was directing his second disciple to pick loquats when he suddenly felt a strange breath coming in. His eyes were slightly stern. When he found out that it was Song Shu who came in, he smiled again and said:
"I was wondering who it was, it turned out to be the little squirrel."
"Gu."
He is the master of the grain thief.
Song Shu looked conflicted and hesitated whether to go over.
Shu Ke still remembered that the grain thief's master had fooled him, but the fruit with the most spiritual energy was on the loquat tree that the man in black was picking.
After hesitating for a while, Song Shu, who wanted to improve his practice, moved over. However, he ignored Xuan Hua and jumped onto the loquat tree where the man was picking fruits.
"Is this the squirrel spirit that Senior Brother raised?" Ling You frowned and said with some disdain, "How come it can't even speak?"
Hearing the disdain in Ling You's words, Song Shu clung to the branch and confronted him:
"Gugu!"
The rat will soon be able to speak.
"Can't understand."
Irritably picking another loquat, Ling You turned to look at Xuan Hua and said in a bad tone, "How many loquats do you need to make wine? Are you deliberately playing a trick on me?"
The reason why the former elders urged the loquat garden to bear fruit was because their respected sect leader suddenly felt like making wine.
Guiltily looking away, Xuan Hua said slowly, "When has your master ever played tricks on you?"
Ling You glared at him. Although he didn't say anything, the meaning in his eyes clearly said, "You know whether you have it or not."
"Ahem."
With a light cough, Xuan Hua turned to Song Shu as if nothing had happened and said, "Little Squirrel, how many loquats do you want? Do you want me to help you?"
Seeing Xuan Hua change the subject, Ling You sneered. Xuan Hua was so lazy that if he really wanted to help, he would just let him do the work.
"Coo."
Need not.
Song Shu raised his index finger and said seriously, "Gugu."
The rat only wants the loquat with the strongest spiritual energy.
"Well, since you don't want my help, just pick it yourself."
Song Shu had already figured it out. This area was full of the trees belonging to the grain-stealing master. Obviously, the spiritual energy here was the most abundant, but those disciples didn't dare to come here.
Song Shu now knew a lot of etiquette and knew that he had to thank others before taking their things, so he gestured with his claws at Xuan Hua, thanked him perfunctorily, and then climbed up the branches to pick the loquats he had already found.
The loquat he had his eye on was hidden under the densest loquat leaves at the top. It was a very plump loquat with flesh that was just ripe enough that one could smell its fragrance through the skin.
Song Shu held it in his paws and sniffed the scent of the loquat with satisfaction.
He was not a greedy squirrel who would only take one loquat if asked. So he turned around and said "Gu" to Xuanhua to express his gratitude, then he ran back holding the loquat and swinging on the branch.
The breeze blew the long ear hair, and the little squirrel's joy and excitement could be seen just from the back.
"Really smart,"
Xuan Hua's pupils moved slightly, and a smile appeared on his lips. He said casually: "After eating this loquat, maybe Qin Mian will be able to build his foundation."
"Looking at him as a quirky person, I guess he can be pretty good-looking."
Suddenly, there was a noise coming from the deep grass beside him. Ling You's eyes focused, and with a wave of his hand, a long yellow strip floated out from the grass.
"Ah Huang."
Xuan Hua tapped the tip of the weasel's nose with his finger and asked curiously, "You were sleeping on the rock, how did you end up in the grass?"
"If my junior fellow apprentice finds out that you got yourself dirty, he'll accuse me of bullying you."
Ah Huang frowned and ignored Xuan Hua's words.
His mind was now full of Xuan Hua saying that the stinky squirrel was about to establish its foundation after eating loquats.
The stinky squirrel is so difficult to deal with even though it has no cultivation. If it really builds a foundation, there will be no place for the weasel to stand in Xiaoyao Sect!
With his pupils slightly erected, Ah Huang clenched his claws and thought to himself:
He hasn't taken revenge yet.
We can’t let the stinky squirrel build its foundation now!
The author has something to say:
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Song Shu: Wait for the rat to build a foundation, then kill the bad weasel!
Qin Mian (sighs): I can’t persuade him at all.
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