The manager nodded strangely.
In August, he took two ink-smashing children from this child-raising area and left.
In fact, she had long known the difference between the ink-smashing children in the academy and the ink-smashing children raised by herself.
——The troublemakers in the academy, whether they come from the outside or the inside, are irritable by nature, rebellious, and like to make trouble.In the books and records of Lingzhou, mashing ink children is a material trick and cannot be considered tame.
They infest the study room of Wenmo and will devour pen, ink, paper and inkstone, causing damage to the study room.
I have never heard that they can make spas for books, and can replicate exercises, spells, and all literary and ink objects.Maybe a quick-thinking monk could think of this, but after the experiment failed, he was rejected.
Therefore, the ink-pounding children of Duer Academy have always been used as materials for breeding, and the ink-washing pond outside the gate is a large pond for breeding.Now this divided area in the Blackstone Tower library is also a breeding area.The books in the bookshelves inside are all unimportant in content, and they are used as rations for mashing ink children, and they can be swallowed and made at will.
Mi August took one or two books and looked at them in his hand. When he opened it, he saw that the font of the pages inside was missing arms and legs. Some passages were gone, and some were directly potholes in the pages, and even the paper was eaten, such as mulberry silkworms eating leaves.
“It turns out that the finished product of the outer door copying task was sent to the inner door masher to make rations.”Mi August discovered this because she accidentally discovered the finished product of her mission.
She was not angry about it, she still found it interesting.
Speaking of the tasks of copying books from the outer door, she borrowed the hands of the ink-smashing children from the family. If rounded up, these ink-smashing children from the inner door can be regarded as the feeding of the ink-smashing children from her family.
In this way, is it natural for her to accept it for her own use?
Mi August glanced at the small table in front of him, the ink boy in the library who was being skillfully tamed by his own ink boy, and went to do other things with confidence.
A month later.
Mi August, who was sitting cross-legged in the retreat room, heard Xingyi’s call.
Mi August stood up and walked to the top floor of the Blackstone Tower.
The entrance to the top floor, which does not usually appear, is open to her.
Her eyes were the same as when she saw Xingyi for the first time, shady and starry.
Xingyi was still sitting cross-legged on the futon, as if this month was Mi August’s illusion, and time was still stuck when the two first met and communicated last time.
“Master.”Mi Yu first saluted Xing Yi.
Xingyi glanced at her.
The penetrating nature of this glance gave Mi August the feeling that there was nowhere to hide, and all the secrets were exposed in Xingyi’s sight.
The power of the high-level spiritual master can be experienced with just a look in his eyes.
Mi August looked respectful.