Chapter 16
Since he was more important to the little squirrel, Qin Mian didn't care that the little squirrel had been eager to try on the clothes made by Xuanxu.
Humming a little tune, Qin Mian packed up the little squirrel's clothes. He thought that after practicing more, he would be able to make clothes that the little squirrel would be satisfied with after he became proficient in needlework.
Song Shu saw that the grain thief's expression changed quickly, and there was a look of helplessness on his face. He shook his head. He really couldn't understand why the grain thief was angry and happy at the same time.
The heart of a grain thief is like the sky of Lingshan Mountain, changing at any time.
After putting his two paws behind his back with difficulty, Song Shu sighed as if he was doing something, then decisively abandoned the grain thief and went to look for his loquats.
The rat still needs to practice, how can it keep being lazy with the grain thief?
Picking up the loquat that was standing alone, Song Shu was about to peel it when he suddenly realized something was wrong.
Why does it feel smaller than before?
Song Shu sniffed the loquat with his dark nose and found that the spiritual energy was much thinner than before!
"Gu!"
Staring blankly at the loquat in its claws, Song Shu took a breath and felt as if a bolt of thunder had struck the mouse's forehead, splitting it into pieces again.
What about the rat's loquat?
Loquat can help mice build their foundation!
Qin Mian packed her clothes and was about to talk to Song Shu when she saw the lively and cute little squirrel standing upright as if it had been cast under a spell. The loquat in its hand fell onto the table unknowingly and rolled around twice.
Finally, the little squirrel rolled his eyes and fell directly onto the table.
"What's going on?"
Qin Mian was startled and quickly held the little squirrel in his arms. While channeling spiritual energy into it, he muttered to himself, "What happened? It was so happy just now."
His eyes were full of worry, fearing that Song Shu was sick. Qin Mian gave him some spiritual energy. If Song Shu didn't wake up, he would take Song Shu to find Xuan Hua to see what the disease was. Suddenly, the little squirrel in his arms twitched its paws, and then opened its dark eyes.
"Finally woke up," Qin Mian breathed a sigh of relief. "You scared me. What happened just now? Are you feeling unwell? How about I take you to see a doctor?"
Unexpectedly, the little squirrel in Qin Mian's arms climbed up from his arms without a word, and then ran to the table angrily, grabbed the loquats on the table in each hand and smelled them carefully.
This is too small.
This lacks spiritual energy.
That's not it.
That’s not it either!
None of them are loquats picked by rats!
The loquats picked by the rat are gone!
Unable to believe that his food had been stolen again, Song Shu jumped off the table and frantically searched and sniffed in every corner of the cave.
There is none under the table.
There is no bed.
There's no wardrobe...
Not anywhere!
Seeing the little squirrel running around busily, and finally returning to the table and then jumping onto his shoulder, Qin Mian opened his mouth and was about to ask it what was wrong, but the little squirrel opened his mouth and looked inside.
Qin Mian: ...
"Gu!"
there is none left!
The rat’s loquat is gone!
Seeing that Qin Mian didn't have any loquat in his mouth, Song Shu spread his legs and sat on Qin Mian's shoulders, his eyes confused and sad.
After sitting there for a while, all the sadness turned into boundless anger. Song Shu jumped onto the table, picked up the replaced loquat and started to eat it viciously.
"Gu!"
Some bad guy stole the mouse's loquats!
But the mouse cannot waste food, so it has to eat the replaced loquat!
"etc."
Reaching out to block the little squirrel's mouth from chewing, Qin Mian frowned and guessed, "Could it be that there's something wrong with the loquat?"
Song Shu raised his eyes and looked at Qin Mian, with the corners of his mouth turned down. A layer of mist appeared in his dark eyes, but was quickly suppressed by Song Shu.
"Gu!"
This is not a rat's loquat!
Qin Mian's handsome face darkened slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, I'll go find my uncle. It must be Ah Huang who did it."
The little squirrel was very happy when he came back with the loquat. When Xuanxu and Ah Huang came just now, Qin Mian didn't pay too much attention to Ah Huang's behavior because his attention was always on Song Shu.
No wonder Ah Huang came to apologize on his own initiative. Maybe he came for the little squirrel's loquat.
"Gugu!"
It's the bad weasel again!
After angrily eating the remaining half of the loquat, Song Shu clapped his hands, got up, and took out the things Xuanxu had just given him and threw them on the table.
No more rats!
Bad thing!
The old turtle used to say, "A weasel pays a New Year's visit to a chicken with ulterior motives," but now it is "A weasel apologizes to a squirrel with ulterior motives."
Song Shu angrily threw out all the clothes that Xuanxu had just sent him. With a stern face, he swore in his heart: I will never wear clothes given by others again. Although the grain thief's skills are worse, he will not harm rats.
Patting Song Shu's head, Qin Mian said distressedly: "Okay, let's send everything back."
Thinking that the little squirrel fainted from anger, Qin Mian couldn't help but feel a little guilty. If he had known earlier, he should have paid more attention to Ah Huang, so as to prevent the little squirrel's loquats from being tampered with.
Although it was just a loquat, Qin Mian didn't think the little squirrel's anger was unreasonable.
The man and the rat counted the things Xuanxu had just sent them and set off to Xuanxu's cave.
When Xuanxu heard Qin Mian's visit, he thought he had misheard. Didn't he just come out of Qin Mian's cave? Could there be something wrong with the things he just sent?
Ah Huang was originally half lying on a rattan chair eating loquats. When he heard Qin Mian's voice, he accidentally choked and coughed several times while leaning on the armrest of the chair.
broken.
Did the stinky squirrel find out so quickly that he had switched to loquats?
His eyes swept across Ah Huang's slightly guilty figure, and Xuan Xu frowned slightly, vaguely suspecting that Ah Huang had caused some trouble behind his back.
Qin Mian brought the panting little squirrel to the cave. Before Xuanxu could ask why, Qin Mian placed the pile of things he had brought on the table and said politely:
"Uncle Master, Little Squirrel has lost a very important loquat. I came here to ask if you and Ah Huang have seen it."
Song Shu stood on Qin Mian's shoulder, pointed a claw at Ah Huang, who looked guilty, and said angrily: "Gugugugu, gugugu!"
The bad weasel took the mouse's loquat, ask him to return it to the mouse!
The rats don't want your things!
With his cheeks flushed with shame at being exposed, Ah Huang angrily said, "Nonsense! Who took your loquats? I have plenty. I don't want any!"
Hearing the weasel still dare to quibble, Song Shu angrily confronted him: "How dare you say it's not, the rat's loquat is that big, and you were the only one at the table at the time, who else could it be besides you!"
Ah Huang said stubbornly: "How should I know who it is? It's not..."
"Ah Huang."
A slightly cold voice came, and Ah Huang's body stiffened slightly. He didn't dare to finish the rest of the words. He looked up at Xuan Xu's expressionless face and trembled.
So fierce!
"Did you take the squirrel's loquat?" Although he knew what was going on, Xuanxu tried to speak gently. "If so, return it to him immediately. I don't remember teaching you to steal other people's things."
Seeing Xuanxu being so mean to him for a broken squirrel, Ah Huang felt angry and jealous. He pursed his lips and said through gritted teeth, "I just didn't take it!"
Song Shu: "You're lying!"
"So what if I took it!"
Unable to bear the accusation, Ah Huang said fiercely: "I have already eaten it all, even if you want it, it is gone!"
He pointed at the loquat peels on the table and said provocatively, "If you want loquat peels, feel free to take them back. There's plenty of them here anyway!"
Song Shu stood there in a daze, staring blankly at the loquat peel on the table. He sniffed it carefully and found that there was indeed the smell of the loquat peel on his body.
Loquat for rats, loquat that can help rats build their foundation...
Eaten by a weasel.
The little squirrel's eyes looked so pitiful, Xuanxu couldn't help but feel guilty. He whispered, "I'm sorry, I haven't been disciplined enough lately, Squirrel. I'll find a way to make it up to you..."
"Gu!"
The rat killed the weasel!
Song Shu jumped up, but Qin Mian raised his hand to stop him. Looking up at Qin Mian in disbelief, Song Shu said angrily: "Gugugugu!"
Could it be that the grain thief also wants to help the stinky weasel!
"Since the loquats are gone, forget it."
Patting Song Shu's tail soothingly, Qin Mian said seriously, "It's just that, Uncle Master, this kind of thing happened once and it's enough. Next time, if Ah Huang comes to provoke the squirrel again..."
Before he finished speaking, Qin Mian curled his lips towards Ah Huang. His expression was not big, but in Ah Huang's eyes, it was inexplicably terrifying.
"Although Ah Huang is a spiritual pet, Uncle Master should not spoil him too much, lest he cause a disaster one day and end badly."
"I know."
Xuanxu's expression revealed a hint of helplessness. He glanced at Ah Huang and whispered, "Don't worry, Junior Brother Qin, I will take good care of Ah Huang."
Qin Mian nodded, didn't care anymore, and left with Song Shu.
After all, they are from the same sect, and Xuanxu has always been fond of that weasel, so Qin Mian can't possibly deal with Ah Huang in front of him.
"Feel sorry,"
Rubbing Song Shu's arm, Qin Mian lowered his posture and coaxed: "The loquats are gone, I'll go find you some new ones, okay?"
"Gu."
don't want.
Holding his cheek in frustration, Song Shu curled his lips, turned around and pointed his big tail at Qin Mian.
Other loquats are not rat's loquats, so rats don't like them.
Seeing the little squirrel with a depressed look and refusing to look at him, Qin Mian sighed lightly and was at a loss for how to coax the squirrel.
In fact, he didn't understand why the little squirrel valued the loquat so much. Could it be that because of his joke, the little squirrel firmly believed that eating the loquat would greatly improve his cultivation?
Returning to the cave in silence, Qin Mian saw the little squirrel about to jump off him, so he tentatively said, "How about I buy some more pills tomorrow? The spiritual energy in pills is richer than loquats. Maybe after eating them, your cultivation will improve significantly and you can even build your foundation."
Song Shu turned his head: "Gu?"
really?
"Why would I lie to you?" Qin Mian smiled. "I'll go ask the Medicine Master tomorrow. If he has any Qi Condensation Pills, I'll buy some from him."
Qin Mian's previous Qi Condensation Pills were all given to him by Xuan Hua, but they were just enough for him to repair the formation and replenish his spiritual energy.
Although the Qi Condensation Pill can provide spiritual energy in a short period of time, Qin Mian feels that using it too much will easily lead to laziness in cultivation, and the number of pills refined by the elders each year is limited, so he rarely buys it.
The spiritual energy replenished by elixirs is not as solid as that obtained through one's own cultivation. For example, the weasel raised by his uncle-master had its cultivation level built up by elixirs, which was why it was not as good as Song Shu when they first met.
"Gu."
good.
Although Song Shu still felt a little uncomfortable about losing the loquats, he was fine with the grain thief's promise to give him the elixir.
The rat needs to quickly build his foundation so that he can transform into a stable human form in the future. Then he will deal with that bad weasel!
Seeing that the little squirrel was in high spirits again, Qin Mian's eyes showed some smile. Fortunately, the little squirrel was easy to coax, otherwise he was afraid that he would be angry for a few days.
At night, Song Shu crossed his short legs and placed his paws on his knees, imitating Qin Mian's example, breathing in and out and practicing martial arts.
"Gu."
The spiritual energy in the body is so full that it seems to be overflowing.
Mao's face was full of seriousness. Song Shu took a deep breath and felt sleepy. His head drooped unconsciously and his eyelids stuck together as if they were covered in honey.
The rat could not continue to practice, otherwise it would soon be so sleepy that it would faint.
Feeling something furry spinning in circles on his palm, trying to find a suitable sleeping position, Qin Mian lowered his eyes and said with a smile, "What's wrong? Didn't you say you wanted to practice, but now you're sleepy again?"
"Gu!"
The mouse is very sleepy.
With a small yawn, Song Shu pressed his furry face against the warm palm. He forced one eye open to look at Qin Mian, and whispered "Gu" with his mouth open:
The grain thief is sleeping.
Remember to give the rats the pill tomorrow.
The rat wants to kill the bad weasel!
Hearing the little squirrel's gentle breathing, Qin Mian curled his lips, gently pinched the little squirrel's furry tail with his thumb, and slowly closed his eyes.
The author has something to say:
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Song Shu: The rat was deceived, the rat is very emo, the rat wants to sleep
Qin Mian: It’s my fault for not keeping an eye on it.
Shushu is about to become a human [shy]
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