Qin Shi: I am in charge of the Eight Wonders

Chapter 12
"Nianduan, just send it here. As for that little friend, I still hope you can think about it carefully. You know that our Mo family is not the kind of ungrateful person. If there is a need to send someone over to let us know."

Nianduan didn't answer but just nodded silently, cupped his hands forward, looked at the six-fingered black man who was shaking his head and sighing. Thinking about what he had said before, he felt a sense of boredom in his heart.

"Xiao Ronger, Xu Mingyue, what should we do?"

At the threshold of a certain corner, a little fluffy ball sneaked out from the door, but after seeing the reading not far away, the little fluffy ball retracted its protruding head, and then changed the angle It seems to be crawling down, quietly, quietly, secretly...

"Rong'er, have you finished copying all your books?"

A wit under the plush ball, with a bowed body, fell directly over it, and rolled over by the way, looking quite embarrassed.

"Master, hehehe, morning, have you eaten yet?"

It's over, I was discovered, and I will be punished again...

Xiao Rong'er showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and tried her best to show that humans and animals were harmless, but she had just copied it twice, wouldn't she be fined to add another film?
But compared to what happened next, what she was more curious about was that her master seemed to be in a bad mood, and he didn't eat any food. Is this a breakup with Uncle Juzi?

This will not work!

My own affairs are small, it’s okay to be hungry for a few meals, and to copy a few books as punishment, but the master’s affairs can’t just be forgotten like this.

Her little Rong'er is determined to have the dream of a giant uncle, and when that big villain bullies her again, she will go to the uncle to beat him up, hehehe~
Duan Murong rolled her little eyes and was about to think of some countermeasures, but Nian Duan obviously didn't intend to give the little guy much time to make excuses.

"It's late, but I haven't eaten yet. Why, Xiao Ronger is hungry. Haven't you just eaten for a long time? Are you not full?"

Duanmu Rong shook his head violently, his attitude was upright.

"No, no, I'm full master, I'm not worried about you."

"Worry about me? There's no need. You know we're all medical students. I'm such an adult, and I can still starve myself. But speaking of Rong'er, you haven't answered me yet. Have you finished copying the stuff?"

Nian Duan frowned, watching the little thing with rolling eyes, who was thinking of some bad idea, his voice became a little harsher.

The expression on Duanmu Rong's little head froze, and she immediately staggered up, hugged her master Nianrui's thigh and began to act coquettishly.

"Master, Xiao Rong'er, I can't finish writing three times even if I keep writing non-stop for such a short time?"

"So it's not finished yet?"

Nian Duan frowned, and was thinking of reprimanding a few words, Duan Murong took a big step back, his little face straightened, and he swore to the sky with one hand raised.

"Master, master, master, don't reprimand me. I've actually finished writing it twice. I'm too tired. My hands are a little numb, so I plan to rest for a while before copying."

"I swear, I'm definitely not lazy this time, I swear to God!"

Nian Duan looked suspicious, but after thinking about it, it wasn't a big deal, so he didn't pursue it any further.

"Oh, forget it, where is your brother Mingyue, where is he, you call him over, I have something to talk to him as a teacher."

Nian Duan showed a sad face, feeling quite tired.

"What senior brother? He is obviously my junior brother, and I am the senior sister..."

Duan Murong's droopy little face muttered in a low voice, but when she saw her master's majestic face, Xiao Rong'er was still very timid and ran over.

the other side……

Tai Chi is still going on, going round and round, starting, ending, and then again...

Xu Mingyue was running the "Qimen", and during this process he seemed to have discovered a certain pattern. The techniques were no longer limited to one. The Taoist mental techniques based on some personal habits collided with each other, and there seemed to be a subtlety, which was all kinds of The extremes of emotions, gathered together, burst out seven weak mental fluctuations... joy, anger, sadness, fear, love, evil, and desire.

It's not a good thing, but it doesn't seem so bad.

"Seven emotions, seven extremes, produced seven kinds of self-thoughts, seven mental fluctuations. If it were placed in the previous life, maybe I would be locked up."

Xu Mingyue smiled, and through Taoism and the inclusiveness of Tai Chi, he was going to try to mix these seven extreme emotions together.

Try to mix these seven weak mental fluctuations into an independent personality before they are completely born into an independent personality, so as to give birth to a new personality in advance.

after all……

"Since it is destined to be something that cannot be changed, at least control it in your hands, and with the mutual check of seven emotions, it is not easy to form a one-sided personality extreme. Maybe, maybe you can learn from a certain "Senior Song" , create a heart demon fellow Taoist for fun~”

Xu Mingyue laughed teasingly, but even so, he still felt a lot of pressure. Although this plan is feasible, if it gets out of control...

"If it gets out of control, it will really be success or success."

"However, what am I, a martial arts version of Dao Heart Seed Demon?"

The seven emotions gradually eased, blended with each other, and then spread. Xu Mingyue always felt that there was a vague shadow in front of him, but it seemed not very clear, but...it was done.

Xu Mingyue looked at the black shadow in front of her with some surprises. She could feel his consciousness, his mind connected. He seemed to be afraid, confused, and at a loss. This is...

Things seem to be a little different from what he thought. Extreme emotions don't seem to be demons. Although they represent extremes, they don't seem to be unable to communicate. Such a result?
Xu Mingyue lightly raised her left foot, stepped on it slowly, the layout opened up, and the interior scene appeared.

The black figure gradually became clear, with traces of blood remaining on the black Taoist robe, a grimace mask on his face, and an exquisite figure... Wait, what's going on? !

Exquisite and translucent? ! !
At this moment, the black figure opposite slowly took off the ghost face mask from his face, revealing a thrilling face.

There is a strange beauty overflowing from the red eyes, the vermilion lips are bright red and seductive, and the soft outline can be seen to have some appearance of his previous life.

The first impression it gives people is that it is crazy and violent, but it also seems to have such a pure, confused and bewitching beauty, like Princess Raksha under the sea of ​​blood, beautiful and dangerous.

Is this your own inner demon?

Still a woman! ! !
【Who are you? 】

The voice was long and full of charm, confusion and fear.

"You, you can talk?"

"Junior Brother, Junior Brother, Junior Brother Mingyue!!!"

Xu Mingyue stopped what she was doing, and was about to speak again, but was suppressed by a sudden voice. The phantom of the heart demon seemed to be frightened, and she didn't know if it was an instinctive reaction, and immediately rushed into her His mind hid.

This……

The corner of Xu Mingyue's mouth twitched, and her left foot gently drew a circle on the ground. The interior scene disappeared and the pattern was broken.

Xu Mingyue still maintained the Tai Chi movement just now, and paused for a moment where the white crane spread its wings.

"Junior brother, what kind of magical skills are you practicing again, the old hen spreads its wings and flies high?"

Duanmu Xiaorong'er blinked in confusion, looking at this funny action, she wanted to laugh, but she held it back.

The old hen spreads its wings and flies high?
The corners of Xu Mingyue's mouth twitched, and her face gradually became cold. Then she took back her posture as if nothing had happened, bent down, and squeezed Xiao Ronger's hateful and cute little face.

"If you can't speak, don't speak!"

You will be heard by Zhang Sanfeng of the Ming Dynasty. See if he doesn't give you a set of 36 moves.

　It’s too boring, it’s not raining today, the weather forecast on this mobile phone always says that it’s raining, it’s 80%, and the result of 60% doesn’t drop a drop, is God so stingy?

　　I'm taking the time to do another one...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)