Yan Yan knew the dangers of the ink-washing pool. From the outside, she saw that there were all old students and disciples inside, with almost no familiar fresh faces, so she stopped outside and did not follow in.
Just like yesterday, Mi August met the paper man and received the package from him.
Today, it was written on the small paper that there would be eighty ink-tampering boys, which was less than half more than yesterday.
Mi August calmly walked to the ‘Jedi’ where the ink-troublesome boy was yesterday, and repeated his old trick of using spiritual crystals to catch the boy.
The old students occupying the best ‘resource point’ in the distance looked at Mi August catching an ink boy every few seconds, and their expressions were extremely complicated. Yesterday, it was true that there were no disciples who learned her method after Mi August left. As a result, they did not have as strong a soul as Mi August, nor did they have the control over her spells. They not only wasted their spiritual crystals but also made themselves miserable.
Because the contrast was too annoying, the old students had no choice but to turn a blind eye.
Time passed slowly, and an old student breathed a sigh of relief after finally completing his task. He accidentally looked over to the other side of the rocks. What he saw made him widen his eyes and cursed an uncivilized word.
The disciple next to him laughed and scolded: “Have you gone crazy after being tormented by the troublemaker boy?”
“She’s crazy.” Lao Sheng pointed at Mi August, “Look, she threw back the ink-trickling boys!”
The disciple next to him was shocked by the amount of information in this sentence. He turned around and his eyes widened.
I saw Mi August emptying the newly filled net bag into the ink washing pool, then tidying up the net bag and putting it aside, then sat down and continued fishing.
This scene simply made the old students feel heartbroken. What Mi August gave him was not a naughty boy, but a single point of credit.
This time Mi August completed the eighty ink-pounding boys faster than before. Everyone watched as she stood up and walked towards the paper house carrying the mesh bag.
Mi, who had switched to ink sticks, came back in August and was stopped by an old student, “Junior sister, why did you catch the ink-tearing boy and throw it back again?”
Mi August said: “Exercise spiritual consciousness.”
Lao Sheng was choked. It would be even worse if he asked than if he didn’t ask.
Could this be the difference between genius and mediocrity?
They worked hard for one or two ink-trick boys and were reluctant to waste a single credit.
But people are so extravagant that they use fishing and teasing to exercise their spiritual consciousness.
Looking at Mi August’s leaving figure, Lao Sheng suddenly sighed, “Don’t be confused by the immediate benefits. At this time, I also want to focus on training my spiritual consciousness, and earning ink sticks is just incidental. This diligence and state of mind have surpassed us. ”
They didn’t know that the group of troublemakers that Mi August returned had been replaced by her civet cats for princes.
After leaving the ink-washing pool, Mi August went to the library again.
When the steward saw her, he smiled and said, “She’s still alive.”
Mi August responded with a smile, “Yeah.”