Chapter 18
"you……"
Qin Mian was stunned for a moment, his eyes fixed on the angry face of the young man. He was not able to recover for a moment. The little squirrel—
He has actually grown into a human form?
She looked just as he imagined, with big black eyes and slightly round cheeks, very cute.
“Why are you eating my loquats!”
Still not noticing something was wrong, Song Shu glared at Qin Mian, aggrieved and angry, saying, "Do you know that I only need this loquat to build my foundation? If I can build my foundation, I will be able to maintain my human form and no longer be afraid of fighting weasels!"
He was just feeling sad, but unexpectedly, the grain thief curled his lips and said leisurely, "But you have already established your foundation now."
Grabbing Song Shu's wrist, Qin Mian gently removed his hand from his neck and chuckled, "Look, if your claws, which can barely hold a pine cone, can't possibly pinch me."
Rat's paw?
His eyes fell on his hands, Song Shu curled up his five fingers, and found that Qin Mian was right, he had turned into a human again!
Holding his face in his hands, Song Shu looked at Qin Mian with his dark eyes, and said in disbelief, "Did I really succeed in building my foundation? Then, can I change into human form whenever I want, and change into my original form whenever I want?"
He won't suddenly turn back into his original form, right?
When touching Song Shu's wrist, Qin Mian calmly checked the situation inside his body. It turned out that he had successfully established his foundation. The small bead in his dantian had also appeared, and the spiritual energy in the little squirrel's body was much more abundant than before.
"Of course it's true."
Patting Song Shu's waist, Qin Mian nodded his chin and said, "Get up first and sit over there."
Although the little squirrel often ran all over his body, after changing into human form, Qin Mian felt...
Well, I’m not used to it.
Moreover, Song Shu kept moving around while sitting on his lap, and he could feel the warmth on his legs through his pants.
"Do you dislike me?"
With eyes wide open in disbelief, Song Shu slammed his hands on Qin Mian's face, his heart suddenly filled with anger: "You ate my loquat and didn't apologize, and now you dare to look down on me?"
Qin Mian: ...
"Don't be angry," Qin Mian lowered his voice. "Didn't Ah Huang eat the loquats you picked? How come I got them now?"
When he came back, he saw a basket of loquats outside the cave, as well as a porcelain bottle containing Qi Condensation Pills with a note written by Ling You on it. He thought that Xuan Hua had asked Ling You to deliver it specially.
The last time the little squirrel picked loquats, he only ate the one that was replaced with another one, and didn't eat the rest. Thinking that the little squirrel had been disliking loquats recently, it would be a waste to leave them alone, he just picked one.
Who knew that I would be so unlucky and eat the loquat that the little squirrel threw away.
"The bad weasel said he didn't eat it," Song Shu said, his eyes widening as he argued with Qin Mian, "He said he put the loquat on top. He also gave me the Qi Condensation Pill and left a note saying you'll understand once you see it."
Qin Mian frowned slightly, took the note from the table and glanced at it, then handed it to Song Shu again, saying helplessly, "I really can't tell when the word 'loquat' was written on it."
Song Shu took the note and took a look at it. He saw that apart from Ling You's simple "Gift from Master", the rest were some long and short strokes that could not form a word or a painting, as if someone had scribbled a few strokes casually.
Staring blankly at the note, just when Song Shu was wondering if Ah Huang had lied to him again, he suddenly heard Qin Mian say thoughtfully, "I remember Ah Huang, but he didn't seem to be able to read."
The uncle-master always doted on the weasel. Because the weasel was unwilling to learn to read, the martial arts techniques were read to him word by word, and only then did he reluctantly learn some simple techniques.
"He can't read?"
After a moment of shock, Song Shu shook his body, raised his chin towards Qin Mian proudly, and said happily: "He is so stupid, I can read."
He patted Qin Mian's shoulder again and said with a look of arrogance: "Since that weasel didn't write it clearly, I won't bother with you about eating my loquats."
Anyway, the rat has already successfully established its foundation, so it doesn’t matter if there is a loquat. Let the grain thief eat it.
The boy's proud head-swaying look was exactly like that of a little squirrel, which made Qin Mian's mouth curl up with a smile in his eyes.
Song Shu was happy for a while, then excitedly said: "Now that I have a human body, can I practice magic? I want to learn the art of immobilization!"
A rat can’t be worse than a weasel!
"Don't worry."
Knowing that the little squirrel was always impatient, Qin Mian said helplessly: "I will teach you slowly later. The immobilization technique is just the simplest technique and you can learn it quickly."
Carrying Song Shu to sit on the rattan chair next to him, Qin Mian said softly: "Now that you have a human form, you should give yourself a decent name..."
"I have a name."
Song Shu tilted his head, staring at Qin Mian with his dark eyes, and said seriously: "My name is Song Shu, Shu as in Shuxin. I will be happy every day after the old bastard mentioned this name."
Song Shu likes his name very much and doesn't want to change it.
"Song Shu?"
Qin Mian called out softly, then smiled again, "So that's the name. I've been pronouncing it wrong before."
When Qin Mian read out the name, his voice was so light and soft that Song Shu's ears twitched. Only then did he realize that the grain thief actually had a pretty good voice. He sounded really nice when he read out the name of the rat.
"My name is nice, isn't it?" Song Shu showed off proudly to Qin Mian. He secretly glanced at Qin Mian's expression, and it was obvious that he was waiting for compliments.
Whenever the little squirrel wanted to praise him, he would look at him like this, with a smile in his eyes. Qin Mian nodded happily and praised, "Nice to hear."
As expected, as soon as he finished praising her, Song Shu couldn't help laughing secretly, with her eyes half-curved, obviously enjoying the feeling of being admired.
After Song Shu had had enough fun, Qin Mian frowned and asked the question in his heart: "But - why did you call me a grain thief before?"
Could this be the nickname the little squirrel gave him?
But Qin Mian felt that this nickname did not fit him at all. He never stole food, and he had fed the little squirrel enough food for the entire winter.
Could this be a little white-eyed rat?
"You are a food thief!"
Originally, he had no intention of arguing with Qin Mian about stealing grain, but now that he brought it up, Song Shu perked up. He stood up and gestured to Qin Mian and said:
"Before the snow fell on Lingshan Mountain this year, I saved up enough food to fill a whole tree hole. But when I went out to look for pine cones, the whole hole was gone!"
Glancing at Qin Mian, Song Shu complained, "To avoid starvation, I ran out of Lingshan before the snow started. As a result, I smelled the scent of food as soon as I got off the mountain."
"The food had my scent on it, so I followed it to the thatched hut. You were the only one in the hut. Who else could have stolen it if not you?"
Song Shu didn't even bother to talk about it. He was looking at the many peanut shells on the table, and the peanuts inside had been eaten clean.
The grain thief dares to do it but is not willing to take responsibility for it. His character is not very good. The rat must help him change this bad habit!
Recalling his first meeting in the thatched cottage, Qin Mian suddenly understood. He finally understood why the little squirrel was so angry when they first met. He held his hand and bit it, and muttered a lot of abuse. He also understood why the little squirrel stuffed peanuts into his mouth even though he was obviously full.
It turned out that he felt that he had stolen his food, so he didn't want to get it for free.
Seeing Qin Mian covering his face, Song Shu thought he was ashamed. Thinking that Qin Mian had been nice to him recently, Song Shu hesitated for a moment and awkwardly comforted him:
"But don't be too sad. Although you have a bad character, you can change. Anyway, I have almost eaten all the winter food, so it's not a loss."
Anyway, the rat had already forgiven the grain thief in his heart.
With a stern face, Song Shu said seriously, "But don't steal other people's things in the future. If there's anything you want, just tell me and we can get it ourselves, or you can tell me and I'll help you find it."
Listening to Song Shu's serious instructions, Qin Mian couldn't help but smile again. It should be said that the little squirrel was not raised in vain, as he was still thinking about him.
"You have a good heart."
Putting down his hand, Qin Mian raised one eyebrow and said with a half-smile: "But I really didn't steal your winter grain."
Song Shu didn't believe it. He clearly saw it all, so why was the grain thief still denying it?
The little squirrel didn't know how to hide his doubts. Qin Mian saw through them all. He said with a smile, "I had just arrived at Lingshan the day you left the mountain."
"Originally, it was my uncle's job to guard Lingshan Mountain and repair the formation, but because Ah Huang got angry, my uncle sent me a message asking if I could help guard it this winter."
Qin Mian naturally agreed.
Xuanxu and Xuanhua therefore gave him many benefits, including Wen Yushu's rattan chair, and a lot of honey water for Song Shu to drink.
"When I went there, there were a lot of pine cones, walnuts and other things on the wooden table. I wanted to throw them away, but after taking a look, I felt it was a pity, so I put them in the storage ring."
Shaking his head, Qin Mian said with a smile: "Who would have thought that it was actually your winter food."
"You didn't steal it?"
His mind went blank for a moment, and Song Shu said stupidly, "Could it be that my winter food disappeared out of thin air?"
Can the mouse's winter food fly?
"That's not the case." Qin Mian tapped his fingertips on the table and said meaningfully, "Perhaps you can ask Ah Huang."
After a pause, Song Shu quickly understood what Qin Mian meant.
It was the bad weasel that stole the mice’s winter food!
"ha?"
Just when his opinion of the weasel had changed a little, Song Shu became angry again. He slammed the table and shouted, "It's the bad weasel who did it again!"
The rat wants to slap the weasel away!
Seeing Song Shu angrily about to go out and seek revenge on Ah Huang, Qin Mian quickly grabbed his sleeve. When Song Shu looked over angrily, he said gently, "But I guess he didn't mean it."
Ah Huang had always been fed by Xuanxu and other people from Xiaoyao Sect, and he didn't know that the food piled up in the mountains was collected by small animals to survive the winter.
Song Shu glared at Qin Mian and said angrily, "So you're on the side of the bad weasel? Do you know how long I've been collecting winter food? If I hadn't gotten down from Lingshan in time, I would have starved to death!"
By then, only a thin layer of rat skin will be left!
"How could I stand on his side?"
Hearing that the little squirrel might starve to death in Lingshan, Qin Mian felt a slight pain in his heart. He sat up straight and said righteously, "But you don't have any magic yet, so you may not be able to defeat it even if you go there."
Thinking about the hidden meaning of Qin Mian's words, Song Shu hesitated and said, "You want to teach me how to deal with the bad weasel?"
"cough."
A hint of smile flashed in his eyes, and Qin Mian said seriously: "I am teaching you magic, so that you can save your life when you encounter bad guys in the future."
The two looked at each other for a moment, and Song Shu suddenly smiled with a smug look on his face.
The rat knew that the grain thief was a hypocrite!
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The author has something to say: Song Shu: A grain thief is not a grain thief [helpless]
Qin Mian: I am so elegant and graceful, how could I do such a thing as stealing the winter food of mice [Lop-eared rabbit head]
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