Chapter 7
Song Shu tilted his head and thought for a while, then suddenly realized:
It must be because the spiritual energy of the spiritual fruit was too rich. After eating the spiritual fruit, the rat felt that its whole body was filled with spiritual energy. The spiritual energy came too suddenly, and Song Shu was not very good at controlling it, so he directly turned into a human form.
This is not the first time Song Shu has turned into a human, so there is nothing surprising about it.
He yawned lazily, closed his eyes, wrapped his limbs around Qin Mian, and continued to sleep soundly.
The mouse is very sleepy.
Qin Mian, who was now asleep, frowned uncomfortably, his chest feeling as if a giant python had wrapped around it, making it heavy and suffocating. After a few quick breaths, he slowly opened his eyes and saw a sleeping little squirrel lying on his chest.
The little squirrel was sleeping soundly, with its limbs and paws pressed against Qin Mian's chest, and its fluffy tail hanging naturally behind it.
"You're good at picking places."
Qin Mian chuckled, raised his hand to take the little squirrel down, and placed it near the crook of his neck.
The little squirrel moved its body when it suddenly touched the cold bed board, then slowly moved over to stick to Qin Mian's neck, and covered itself completely with its big tail.
"Go to sleep."
Qin Mian pulled the quilt to cover the little squirrel and closed his eyes tiredly.
Today's reinforcement of the formation was much more demanding than he had imagined. He needed to sleep for a few more days to recover the energy he had lost. Hazily calculating the time for the next reinforcement, Qin Mian fell asleep again.
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"Gugu!"
Wake up, grain thief!
When Song Shu opened his eyes, Qin Mian was still sleeping. The hardworking little squirrel couldn't stand lazy humans, so he pushed Qin Mian's face with his claws without hesitation and threatened coldly:
"Coo! Coo!"
If you don't get up, I'll take the bed apart.
"Good morning."
Perhaps it was because he hadn't slept well for too long, Qin Mian actually felt that taking a nap occasionally made him feel more energetic, and it was more comfortable than meditating.
It’s a pity that sleeping doesn’t improve one’s cultivation, otherwise Qin Mian would be willing to take a nap every day.
After stretching, Qin Mian bumped his head against Song Shu's stomach. Song Shu then pulled his hair fiercely and threatened him: "Gu!"
I’ll knock you down if you hit your head again!
"Okay, okay, I know you're hungry."
After hooking his hair back from Song Shu's claws, Qin Mian said slowly, "I'll get up and put food in your place right away, don't rush me."
Even if nothing happens, you can't sleep too much, after all, there is a little ancestor waiting to be fed.
Straightening his clothes, Qin Mian walked to the wooden table, placed spiritual fruits, peanuts and walnuts on it, and thoughtfully poured some honey water into Song Shu's celadon cup.
"I need to make up for it today, and you should do the same."
Seeing the little squirrel excitedly holding the cup and taking a sip, Qin Mian chuckled and poured himself a cup of honey water. He put one hand behind his head and held the white jade cup in the other hand, staring at the gloomy sky outside the window in a daze.
"Gu!"
The rat is full!
Song Shu patted his stomach and was about to run a few laps on the roof of the thatched hut as usual when he was suddenly poked in the stomach. He looked up angrily, but saw the instigator said calmly, "I want to practice sword today. Do you want to accompany me?"
Practice sword?
Song Shu tilted his head: "Gu?"
How to practice?
Qin Mian arched his eyebrows at him, stood up and walked slowly out of the house.
It is a rare light snow today. Although the sky is still not good, at least it is not heavy snow that makes the mouse's eyes dizzy.
In the white snow, a thatched hut and a walnut tree stand proudly. Besides them, there is a young man in white clothes as white as snow and a little gray-white-haired squirrel climbing onto the roof and looking around.
Song Shu found a good spot, scraped off the snow piled on top, and then sat down leisurely, looking at Qin Mian below with his paws raised.
"Gu."
The rat watched the grain thief wielding a sword.
Qin Mian raised his palm upwards, and a long sword with a green hilt appeared out of thin air in his hand. With a raised eyebrow, Qin Mian turned his head to Song Shu, who was looking at him intently, and said, "Little squirrel, look carefully."
Song Shu: "Gu!"
The rat sees very clearly.
Hearing Song Shu's response, Qin Mian curled the corners of his mouth, then gripped the hilt of the sword tightly and danced with the sword in the light snow.
The young man in white danced with a sword with a graceful and elegant posture. His thrusts carried a strong murderous aura, yet the fluttering of his long sleeves evoked a sense of wind and snow, a beauty beyond words. Song Shu had heard the old man say, "graceful as a startled swan, swift as a swimming dragon," a phrase used to describe a person's stunning figure. It seemed fitting to describe the grain thief.
The expression of laughing at the joke on his face gradually disappeared, and Song Shu's face gradually became stern, but there was a light in his dark eyes that could burn people.
"Gu"
The rat wanted to learn this skill.
With his two paws supporting his cheeks, Song Shu had a serious squirrel face, looking at Qin Mian who was putting away his sword below, and thought blankly: I have to find a way to get the grain thief to teach me how to use a sword.
only-
Song Shu looked at his short legs and sighed again.
The rat's human form is not stable yet, and how can he practice swordplay with only short claws?
Qin Mian's sword alone was five rats tall, and Song Shu doubted that he could even lift the sword.
"Little squirrel."
Qin Mian waved at him and coaxed him, "Do you want to learn swordsmanship? If you do, you can take me as your master."
Song Shu: ...
The grain thief's expression looks malicious.
Standing up and patting the snowflakes on his tail, Song Shu pounced straight towards Qin Mian and landed steadily on Qin Mian's head.
Riding on Qin Mian's head, Song Shu said seriously: "Gugu, gugu."
Rats don’t need masters, but they do need to learn skills.
If the grain thief is willing to teach the rat some skills, the rat will not mind you stealing the grain.
"cough."
After grabbing the little squirrel from his head, Qin Mian said unhappily, "Did you drop it on my head on purpose?"
Song Shu denied it: "Gu."
No.
After flicking Song Shu's head, Qin Mian said with a smile, "Do you want to learn sword?"
Song Shu nodded and admitted that he was moved.
"Then do you want to become my disciple?" Qin Mian continued to coax.
Song Shu shook his head and said firmly: "Gu."
No worship.
If the grain thief refused to teach him, the rat would learn it secretly on his own.
"You want to learn skills but don't want to become a disciple. Do you really want all the benefits?" Unexpectedly, this did not attract the little squirrel. Qin Mian said helplessly: "But how can you cultivate into a human being without becoming a disciple? You can't learn with your little hands and feet, right?"
Song Shu scratched his head, a hint of confusion in his eyes.
Why can’t the rat cultivate itself to become a human? The rat turned into a human yesterday, but the grain thief didn’t see it.
Seeing that Song Shu had no intention of becoming his disciple, Qin Mian lowered his eyes in disappointment, but quickly said, "Never mind. I'll make you a small sword for you to play with."
He was thinking of other ways to coax the little squirrel into practicing.
As for what Qin Mian had said a few days ago, that if the little squirrel didn't want to practice, then just let him do it, Qin Mian had already forgotten about it.
The little squirrel is lively and smart, and even if it relies on the spiritual fruit to extend its life for a few years, it is still too short.
Not realizing Qin Mian's intention to trick him into practicing, Song Shu said happily:
"Gu!"
The grain thief is a good guy today.
Hearing what Qin Mian meant, Song Shu hugged Qin Mian's wrist and took a small bite happily. This time he didn't use much force, just simply to express his joy.
Seeing this, Qin Mian snorted and poked Song Shu's belly with his finger.
little things,
Finally I stopped losing my temper.
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The man and the mouse had a very beautiful idea, but Qin Mian's hands were not good at their job. He watched Qin Mian cut off another branch. Song Shu angrily kicked the "little sword" he had cut out, and it happened to hit the dozen branches that had been cut before.
"Gu!"
The grain thief is so clumsy!
How come I can wield a sword but not a knife?
"cough."
Touching his nose, Qin Mian covered up his anger and said, "Ah, it's getting late, it's time for lunch. Little squirrel, the weather is nice today, why don't we roast some pine cones and eat them."
As expected, Song Shu's attention was quickly drawn to him, and he forgot about the broken "swords" scattered on the ground.
"Gu?"
I have never eaten roasted pine cones. Are they delicious?
Qin Mian stood up and simply piled up the broken branches to make a fire. Then he took out a few pine cones and hazelnuts and threw them in.
Song Shu stood on Qin Mian's shoulder, watching his movements without blinking his huge eyes, a little worried that Qin Mian would burn his pine cones.
"Gu."
Be careful.
"Gurgle."
It is not easy for mice to collect food.
"Yeah, I know you're anxious."
Qin Mian perfunctorily replied to Song Shu's words, and put his face against the squirrel's warm belly, and whispered: "But you have to wait until it's cooked before eating it. You can taste it later. If you like it, I will bake it for you later."
Wuqing slapped Qin Mian's face away and said expressionlessly, "Gu."
The rat tastes it first.
The fire burned more and more fiercely, and with it came a nutty smell with the aroma of pine. Song Shu moved his dark nose and smelled that the smell was coming from the fire.
Is this roasted pine cones?
It smells so good.
Raising his paw and nudging the grain thief's face, Song Shu excitedly asked, "Gu?"
Can mice be eaten?
“Almost.”
Seeing that the little squirrel was very greedy, Qin Mian said with a smile: "Don't drool on me, otherwise you won't be able to eat this pine cone."
"Gu."
If a rat doesn't drool, then a grain thief is talking nonsense!
When the fire was almost ready, Qin Mian used a wooden stick to dig out the pine cones and hazelnuts buried under the fire. Because he thought the charcoal would dirty the room, Qin Mian simply helped Song Shu break out the kernels of the pine cones and hazelnuts and placed them on a porcelain plate.
"You are really enjoying yourself today."
Qin Mian said, "There's no need to even peel the shell. I'm almost feeding it to you."
Song Shu held Qin Mian's ears and wagged his tail proudly: "Gu."
Rats deserve to be blessed.
The fragrant roasted pine cones and hazelnuts were so delicious that Song Shu fell in love with them almost at the first bite. With his eyes shining, he ate six or seven nuts in a row and even found time to look at the food thief.
Qin Mian was not idle either. He poured a few pills from a green porcelain bottle and put them into his mouth, chewing them slowly. Seeing this, Song Shu came over curiously, held Qin Mian's chin with both hands, and put his nose close to Qin Mian's mouth to smell it.
"Gu?"
What did the grain thief eat? Why is it tasteless?
"You can't eat this now."
Putting the little squirrel back on the table, Qin Mian swallowed the tasteless pill in his mouth, looked at the confused little squirrel with a smile on his face, reached out and took a scorched pine cone from the porcelain plate, pretending to eat it, and asked:
"Can I have one of your pine cones?"
Song Shu:?
The grain thief wants to eat the rat's food!
Song Shu glared fiercely with his dark eyes and puffed out his cheeks. Just when Qin Mian thought he was going to get angry, the little squirrel suddenly regained his composure, waved at Qin Mian, and made a calm "coo" sound.
Eat it.
The grain thief seemed to be in a bad mood yesterday. I hope he doesn't die in the winter.
The mouse doesn't need this pine cone.
After saying that, Song Shu turned around, holding a hazelnut and started chewing it again. He held the hazelnut and looked at the grain thief who was still standing there in a daze, and hesitated whether to give the grain thief another one.
After all, the food thief is quite big...
“How cute.”
Song Shu's limbs were spread apart and she was pressed on the table again, with the hair on her chest being rubbed by someone's face.
"Gu!"
His limbs were flailing in the air. Song Shu, with his chest covered in tangled fur, pressed his claws against Qin Mian's face and gave a stern warning: "Gu!"
If you do it again, you grain thief will lose your life.
The author has something to say:
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Song Shu: The grain thief was clumsy, but fortunately the roasted grain was good.
Qin Mian: Hey, everyone has their strengths and weaknesses [helpless]
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