I inherited my husband's divine position

Chapter 59 Copying Spells
Back to the old house by the spirit boat.

Suo Wuchang and Zhao Zhong recognized that Mi Bayue, whose interest would soon be overwhelmed by reality, read through Herborist and decided to make a copy and then feed it to the Book of Good and Evil.

Before the transcription started, Zhai Ling reminded that Mi Feixue had returned from school.

Mi August discovered this book and read it for nearly two hours.

"Then let's go eat first."

When she came to the dining room, Mi Feixue was already waiting there, staring at the waiting expression at the door, obviously also got the news of her return from Zhai Ling.

After Mi August approached, she lightly squeezed Mi Feixue's blood-colored cheeks, very satisfied with the sensuality in her hands.

"The baby is getting better and better."

This order made Mi Feixue's face so full of blood that even his neck turned red.

Seeing the child so shy, Mi Bayue smiled and stopped teasing her.

After the two of them finished their meal, Mi Feixue bid farewell to Mi August as usual, and went to the room to review the daily homework by herself.

"Today with you." Mi August took her hand.

When Mi Feixue heard this, she couldn't restrain the smile on her face, thinking of the gentlemen taught by the master today who don't like to show off their faces, but couldn't restrain themselves.

When she looked up and saw Mi Augustus smiling at herself and didn't say anything, Mi Feixue relaxed.

Mi Fei's snowman is small, but his desk is not small.

Mi August sat opposite her, and she could see each other when she looked up.

Mi Feixue is doing homework, and Mi August is also transcribing Herborist.

She doesn't use the writing brush well. She made a charcoal pen by herself earlier. In the past, she didn't have many opportunities to write and she didn't feel inconvenient. It is troublesome if the pictures of flowers, plants and spiritual trees are fine.

And Mi August, a professional doctor, knows that the sketch may be another object if the details are different.

Mi Feixue, who had been paying attention to her distractedly, endured it several times, and finally couldn't help it after seeing Mi Bayue frowning slightly again.

A small hand reached out and pinched the corner of the paper that Mi August copied.

"Baby?" Mi August raised her head and asked.

Mi Feixue gestured for her to wait.

Then he tapped the inkstone with the pen.

Ripples swayed in the inkstone inkstone, and a boy poking ink popped out of it.

Mi Feixue pointed to Herborist seriously, and then pointed to the thread-bound white paper book.

Work!

The ink boy crawled out of the ink, bouncing around on the spot with his slender hands and feet, shaking his head and making a sound like wind blowing paper.

Mi August watched with interest, but did not make a sound to stop her.

After a while, she saw the desks, bookshelves, and carpets, one after another, the ink-making boys came out and rushed over to the desks in a neat line.

Surprise flashed in Mi August's eyes.

When did you raise so many?
Under the command of the first one, these ink-making boys with almost the same appearance jumped onto the font of Herborist one by one, their slender bodies twisted into the shape of the font, and then got up in the shape of the font and went to the blank one after another. Walk up the pages.

slap.

It is a single word on a blank page.

After printing the words with the body, I continued to get up and work.

A ink-making boy can easily copy a font, and when encountering a sample picture of a herbal medicine, several ink-making boys hold hands and copy it together.

Their copying speed is at least ten times that of Mi August's handwriting, and the cooperation is so perfect that it seems that one brain is working, and a few of them will drink ink from time to time, and they will not make mistakes in the order of copying.

Mi Bayue propped her chin up and stared at the group of hard-working little monsters, and Mi Feixue looked at her earnestly.

Encouragingly stroking the top of the child's hair, he smiled lightly and said, "I was taught a lesson by the baby."

Mi Feixue tilted her head wondering, what lesson did she teach August?

Mi August smiled and did not explain.

When I first saw Momotong before, I knew some of its functions would not harm Mi Feixue based on the introduction of the Good and Evil Book, so I put it aside.

I didn't expect this little thing to have such a role.

Maybe these abilities are still not on the table in the eyes of those spiritual masters who pursue strength, but they can be of great use if they are used well.

After a while, a copy of Herborist was copied, and the ink-making boys retired.

Mi August put the two Herborist books together for comparison, except for the book cover and paper, they were completely restored one to one.

She put away the two books, put on her night tour tricks, and knocked on the inkstone like Xue Mi Feixue.

Dao Motong, who was aware of the divine power knocking on the door, dared not come out, his swarthy head couldn't tell where the eyes were and where the mouth was.

Mi August unfolded the [Fox Fire] page in the Good and Evil Book, "Can it be copied?"

Dao Motong tentatively moved forward with both feet. At the beginning, he didn't notice the difference between the good and evil books. When he approached and was about to touch the good and evil books, the pages of the latter were curled up.

Dao Motong fell back and fell on his back, but when he got up he shook his head frantically at Mi Augustue.

Mi August stretched out her index finger to touch its hairless and smooth head, the feel was like an ink ingot, "I'm not afraid."

The divine voice softened, and Dao Motong almost softened under her fingertips, but he still didn't dare to approach the book of good and evil.

Mi August didn't force it, and drew a spell map of [Foxfire] on the paper herself, and then let Dao Motong copy it.

This time, Dao Motong didn't resist anymore, a mouth-like depression appeared on its face, and Mi Bayue, who was a ghost, understood that it was silently calling for his teammates.

A bunch of black ink boys appeared on the desk again, rushing to come over.

The captain of Dao Motong obviously didn't want so many, he kicked away the extra one by one, and some directly stepped into the desk.

Probably frightened by its violence, the extra black ink boys stopped approaching and refused to leave, so they peeked in the corner.

Dao Motong led a dozen of his younger brothers and jumped into the [Fox Fire] spell map drawn by Mi August, and quickly melted and copied it into a complex pattern with one touch and one glance, and rushed to the blank paper.

An identical [Foxfire] spell map came out.

Mi August picked up the drawings.

The pattern is copied, but the divine power cannot be copied.

But what about spiritual power?

The book of good and evil can store spiritual power to activate the spell map, which is equivalent to a spell scroll perpetual motion machine. As long as the spiritual power is enough, you don't have to worry about using it.

In the introduction, Dao Mo Tong is a strange thing that can be made into spirit ink, and spirit ink happens to be an important material for making magic tools, magic symbols, and writing ghost stories.

Mi Bayue took out a spirit crystal and placed it in front of the leader of Dao Motong.

All the ink-pounding boys were in a commotion, and once again you fought for each other, you stepped on each other and squeezed close to the place where Mi August's finger was closest.

Mi August said to the leader of Daomotong, "I want a spell map with spiritual power response, can it be done?"

The leader of Dao Motong pointed to the spirit crystal: This is for us?

Mi August nodded and let go of the spirit crystal.

Team Leader of Dao Mo Tong: Yay!

Under its command, the ink-making boys around lifted up the spirit crystal and put it into the inkstone that Mi Feixue usually used, and sank it into the jet-black ink.

The carrying team including the leader of the boy who smashed the ink jumped into the ink together.

Mi Bayue knew that they would not be healed for a while, so she took off the night games and tricks, and threw the copy of Herborist to the book of good and evil to devour.

With the knowledge reserve of Herborist, the prescription of [Ju Ling Pill] thrown in before also has a corresponding analysis of medicinal materials.

These medicinal materials are only found in Lingzhou, and they are rare and hard to find in the Mortal Continent.Mi August read the efficacy of the ingredients and the explanation of the prescription, and then said to the Book of Good and Evil: "Try to use ordinary medicinal ingredients from the Mortal Continent as a substitute, it doesn't matter if the efficacy of the medicine is reduced."

The good and evil book gave a response, just like when [Foxfire] was formed, the various ink characters began to look chaotic but actually merged in an orderly manner, and the progress bar was supplied by spiritual power.

Mi August took a look, and calmly threw two spirit crystals in.

Knowledge is expensive.

Research even more.

My previous life, Mi August, was very clear.

Thinking about his current assets, he has already consumed most of the windfall he got from Zuo Si before he arrived in Lingzhou.And she had a hunch that this was only the initial stage of research, and the subsequent research and development of medicines and talismans would all be a waste of money.

Fortunately, Zuo Si is a rich boy, otherwise her research progress would be infinitely slowed down.

Have to find a way to open source.

Mi August thought to herself.

For the time being, there is no way to open up the spirit crystal. The reserve soul boys on the spirit boat are all poor, while the formal spiritual masters have their own way, which is not bad for her resources.

The open source of ordinary gold and silver can be arranged.

　The ink smashing team bowed together: Everyone, Miss Meixinshan, voted for us to buy ink~~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)