I inherited my husband's divine position

Chapter 137 Taming
The family-raised ink-trickling boys have been living in the study in Mi Feixue's house, and they are used to hiding when they come to the new environment, and it is the leader of the black-tricking boy who is the most afraid of strangers.

The other ink-playing boys were still hiding in the table, looking around with their ink dot-like heads protruding, while the team leader shook his head and faced Mi Augustue.

Mi August put it in front of the boy who was doing the ink washing in the ink pool.

The team leader also seemed very interested in this foreign compatriot, looking at it with his head dangling.

There is no difference between the two in appearance, but compared with this ink-washing boy, the leader of the domestic ink-making boy has a stronger sense of "quietness".

If the difference between the domestic ink-making boy and the squad leader is only the hyperactive kid and the quiet squad leader, the ink-washing boy is an uneducated irascible patient.

Snapped.

The team leader who was approaching was suddenly thrown in the face by the long limbs of the boy who washed the ink pool and smashed the ink.

"..."

The squad leader paused briefly.

From this silent stillness, Mi August felt as if a storm was brewing in the captain's heart.

grumble--

Without warning, the team leader rushed to the ink wash pool to beat the ink boy.

The quiet temperament faded from the captain.

Punches and kicks, mouth bites, limbs strangled, heads bumped.

Ink splashed all over the two crazy fights, and one could see how vicious the two fought.

Mi August knocked on the table, telling Zhai Ling to be careful not to let the team leader beat the experimental materials to death.

Yes, she could tell that Washing Ink Pond and Ink Boy was no match for the leader of the domestic support team, and the battle was a one-sided situation.

One minute later, the head of the ink-washing boy was trampled on by the team leader.

Other domestic ink-making boys came out and danced around.

Although this group of little creatures are described as non-aggressive monsters in the good and evil books, they are actually quite violent in nature.

Mi Bayue lifted the team leader away, and the ink washer boy on the ground was still slumped into a puddle of rotten ink on the table, half dead and hard to see the previous berserk.

She took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from Duer Academy and the homework she wrote, and then put the team leader into the inkstone ink, "Try this."

The team leader groaned and swallowed, and after a while, he raised his head and spit out a bubble, which looked like a hug hiccup.

Immediately afterwards, without Mi August's orders, it crawled out of the inkstone platform, rushed to the ink wash pool next to the boy who made ink, grabbed it and tore it up again.

Wooden hands separate the two.

The boy who washes the ink pool and beats the ink even his body color has faded a bit.

On the other hand, the squad leader returned to quietness after a round of venting.

Taking a series of changes into his eyes, and in order to communicate with and observe it more conveniently, Mi August put it on.

After about half an hour.

"The ink-washing pond is full of dark spirits, and it is a treasured place to give birth to ink-smashers. However, this yin spirit still has the unique spiritual poison of Lingzhou. The ink-smashers born here are violent in nature and have a worrying IQ."

"The ink in the ink pool is very nourishing for the domestic ink smashing children, and it will also make them go berserk. But it can be controlled for a period of time, and it can be resolved after venting. This is similar to the need for monks to absorb spiritual energy and eliminate spiritual poison."

"Little leader likes to wash the ink in the ink pool, but prefers to live in Feixue's inkstone. Let it choose and it will choose the latter."

"The ink-pounding boy in the ink-washing pool can be tamed by the domestic team leader and obey its command."

The book of good and evil records Mi August's oral experiment records in real time, and will also briefly describe the branch according to her habits.

After the word 'taming', the Book of Good and Evil added a line of remarks on it: Violence subdues.

"This ability to tame commands is currently only possessed by the team leader, and other domesticated black ink boys can only act accordingly under its command."

"at last……"

Mi August brought out Ling, a disciple of Du'er Academy.

On the table in front of her were nine copies of articles by the housekeeper's wife who copied her homework after the ink boy swallowed the ink from the ink pool.

As expected, the feedback given by Disciple Ling was that her homework was completed.

She doesn't have to worry about similar homework in the future.

Putting away the article and disciple order, Mi August asked Zhai Ling, "How is Feixue feeling today?"

"The little master is very happy after eating the breakfast made by the madam." Zhai Ling reported truthfully.

Mi Augustue could probably guess Mi Feixue's happy face, so she smiled lightly.

Children are sensitive yet easily satisfied.

"That's good."

Taking advantage of the time in the afternoon, Mi August was not idle, so she went to Lin Jue in the General Affairs Pavilion to accept a credit task of transcribing books in the Library Pavilion.

Lin Jue reminded: "The credits for this task are not easy to earn. There are a lot of scrolls given by the library, not only requires neat writing and neat fonts, but also a limited time. If you make a mistake, you will lose points if you don't earn points."

Mi August said: "None of the middle-of-the-road tasks in the academy are easy to earn."

Lin Huo was dumbfounded, and after registering her, he said: "You are right, but it is not easy to make money, but it is not easy to make money, but it is safer than going out for missions, and easier than learning missions."

After receiving the task in August, Mi went to Zangshu Pavilion.

There was only one steward in the Library Pavilion. After receiving her disciple order, he gave her a stack of scrolls without saying anything, and pointed out an area for her to transcribe the books in the area.

Mi August weighed the amount of paper and ink in her hand, and asked the steward, "What should I do when I'm done transcribing?"

Hearing this, the steward looked up at her face, and said angrily, "We'll talk about it after you finish copying."

Mi August nodded, took the paper and ink and went to the area he pointed.

As a book cultivator, the most indispensable thing is books.

Mi August was not in a hurry to pick up books and copy them randomly, but made a selection first without haste.

The collection of books here is all-encompassing, including geography, travel notes, strange things, detailed explanations of spiritual materials, biographies, etc., but they are all basic literature, and good things like exercises, pills, tricks, etc. are obviously not worth thinking about. Whoring here for nothing.

But for Mi August, these most basic textbooks are exactly what she needs.

Picking out the books she wanted, Mi August picked a corner where no one was there, took out a desk and started copying the books.

Time passed.

During this period, only one or two disciples passed by here once or twice, and they left quietly without interruption.

jingle.

Sounds like wind chimes.

Mi August woke up from the state of copying books at his desk.

She has already used up half of the paper and ink given by the steward of the library. She first relieved her legs and feet after sitting for a long time, then cleaned up the table and put the copied books back on the shelf, and then put away the table and the remaining ink. .

Back at the place where the steward was, Mi August handed over the results to him.

The steward finished the inspection with a glance of his spiritual sense, "Patience is good."

Then he took out his disciple order, glanced at Mi August's sleeve, "Leave the book and the leftover paper and ink before leaving."

Mi August asked: "Can I take it back and continue copying?"

The steward smiled and said, "Yes, just deduct credits."

Mi August nodded, "I'm in trouble."

Without further ado, the steward deducted the credits she had just earned according to the books and paper and ink she had taken away, and when returning the disciple order to her again, said, "The academy at night is not peaceful."

Spending time on copying books to earn credits may not be worth the candle.

Mi August accepted the other party's kindness with a smile and thanked her, then left Cangshu Pavilion.

When I walked out of Zangshu Pavilion, I saw that it was already dark outside, so the sound of the wind chime in Zangshu Pavilion should be a reminder of nightfall.

The night was quiet.

"Student, student."

A gentle call came from a distance.

Mi August turned her head and saw a figure standing in the bamboo forest.

The Zangshu Pavilion at the outer gate is just behind the small bamboo forest. To go to Zangshu Pavilion, you must pass through the small bamboo forest.

Seeing her turn around, the figure stood there without speaking, and the shadows fell on its face, with a kind of firm confidence.

Then Mi August left without looking back.

gone?

Guai Tan's confident smile froze on his face, eyes filled with disbelief.

On the night road from Zangshu Pavilion back to Zanhua Xiaoyuan, Mi August walked lively and peacefully.

All kinds of ghost talks show their abilities, and they seem to be very interested in her.

——Article 42 of the school rules, do not step on the water-logged steps.

——School Regulations 69, the Academy never set up guideposts, if you accidentally see it, just ignore it.

……

The 99 school rules are memorized in Mi Bayue's mind, and every time she sees a strange phenomenon, she will naturally recall the relevant school rules.

This is very interesting.

It's a pity that she has other plans tonight, and it's not convenient to communicate with these strange talks in detail.

Back in the hut, Mi August took all the books and pens and inks she got from the Zangshu Pavilion back to the old house, and handed them over to the Momo Boy team for copying.

"Use my handwriting." Mi August explained.

It wasn't once or twice that the domestic ink-making boys copied her handwriting, and this time she asked her to do so.

the other end.

In the Library Pavilion.

There is no one in the Zangshu Pavilion at night.

Before Mi August put the book back on the shelf, a small jet-black head popped out of the book cover, and quickly burrowed back.

The little monster has no attack power, and even its weird energy is so weak that it can't stir up any waves.

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