Mi August did not continue to ask, so it was better to practice next.
The ink-washing pool is neither big nor small, and the good places to stay are occupied by old students and disciples.
When Mi August approached, one of them said, “Junior sister, there is no more room here, why don’t you go there?”
The other party was pointing to a remote corner where there was no one around.
Mi August nodded and walked towards the other end.
“Haha.” The old student who saw this thought that she was submissive.
Looking at Mi August’s leaving figure, they started chatting.
“I came to the ink wash basin without any preparation, and I didn’t know if there would be an extra ink washer in the ink wash basin.”
“Maybe she was not unprepared. She looked very calm.”
“Hey, it doesn’t matter if you’re prepared, you won’t be able to catch an ink boy in that place.”
Can’t you catch an ink-trick boy?
Mi August listened to the conversations of Laosheng and his disciples in whispers.
He sat down on the pile of rocks in the corner, took out his fist-sized mesh bag, and looked at the bottomless black ink pool under the rocks.
If you use fishing, let alone the distance between the debris and the pond water, which is not visible to the naked eye, it is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
Mi August tried to reach down with the net bag, but he couldn’t reach the water.
“laugh.”
“Haha, look.”
“It looks like your waist is quite thin.”
The whispers echoed the laughter of the old students who were secretly observing her.
Mi August stopped his hand and looked towards Laosheng and his disciples.
None of the old students who met her eyes moved away, making it clear that they would not give up any other position to her.
Mi August sat upright again, the book of good and evil appeared in his hand, and he put the net bag into the book of good and evil to do some popular science.
[Spirit Binding Silk]
A material that can bind all types of psychic energy.