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Chapter 100 God of the East
Wanwan is not a fussy kid, if you lose the talisman, you lose it, anyway, you can redraw it.

She stood by the bed and touched the top of her head with her hand, and smiled with her eyes bent: "Brother, are you going to tie my hair?"

When she was playing with building blocks on the carpet in the living room before, she noticed that when Uncle Huang was watching TV, all the beautiful girls on TV had braids.

She has always been envious of the baby with braids, but her hair is a bit short, and her brother doesn't seem to be very good at it, so she doesn't make things difficult for him.

But today her brother gave her hope again.

Seeing her bright eyes, Xia Zhihuai had a vague premonition in his heart.

Wanwan took out the tablet from her small backpack, unlocked it skillfully, and went to the photo library.

"I asked Uncle Huang to teach me to take screenshots. I have a few hairstyles that I particularly like. Brother, you can be my teacher Tony."

With excitement in her heart, Wanwan handed the tablet to Xia Zhihuai with trembling hands.

"Look, just these, these, these... and these."

Xia Zhihuai looked at more than a dozen screenshots, and suddenly there were billions of dim sums in the dazzling shape of the baby.

"Wanwan, shall we discuss it?"

Wanwan tilted her head and stared at him quietly.

"These, these, and these...as for me, none of them."

Wanwan's face was filled with disappointment, and Xia Zhihuai said immediately, "But!"

"Brother can learn."

Wanwan opened her small mouth slightly, leaned close to him, put her arms around his neck, and kissed him on the cheek with a mua.

"Brother is the best, long live brother!"

Xia Zhihuai was very useful, and then offered his own conditions: "In exchange, how about you teach me mysteries?"

Wanwan blinked her eyes: "Brother, do you want to learn mystical arts?"

"Yes." Xia Zhihuai looked at her expectantly.

……

Wanwan was a little confused. In fact, if my brother had eternal memory, he wouldn't need to learn these things at all.

He has been the god of the East since he was born, one of the four spirits of the sky.

It has long been recorded in "Huainanzi" that "the most precious god of heaven is no more precious than Qinglong".

It's just that he is currently in the calamity, and all his cultivation and deeds have been blocked by the divine seal of the calamity when he entered reincarnation, and his memory is temporarily blocked by Meng Po Tang, so he is not much different from ordinary people.

If luck had not been stolen, his only golden finger in the human world might have been due to luck and blessings.

After all, brother Qinglong has never been a hardworking and intelligent dragon.

As the old gentleman has said, Brother Qinglong is completely hopeless if he wants to rely on his brain.

Because he usually sleeps mainly, it is said that when he was studying in Tianjie Academy, he often fished for three days and dried nets for two days.

Even when he woke up, he seldom went back to the school for a stroll. Instead, with his rough skin and thick flesh, he fought with those ferocious beasts and desolate beasts in the northern wasteland, and robbed those ferocious beasts and desolate beasts. A hard-earned shiny treasure.

So his reputation in the Northern Wilderness is particularly bad.

It has even reached the point where whenever he appears in the northern wilderness, the wild beasts that originally fought with snipe and clam will immediately join forces and fight him aggressively.

Qinglong is quite famous in the heaven, mainly because of its high defense and high damage.

In other words, it is resistant to construction, and the physical damage is extremely high.

Losing his divine body meant that he lost his strong physique and his powerful fighting ability.

It seems to be okay to learn some metaphysics.

When I go back in the future, I will no longer be a simple-minded dragon with well-developed limbs.

……

After thinking about it, Wanwan happily said, "Okay, brother, I'll teach you."

Xia Zhihuai pinched her underarms with both hands, lifted her up, and said with a smile, "Then it's a deal."

"What do we learn from?"

Xia Zhihuai couldn't wait.It was too frustrating before. If he had superpowers, he would definitely be able to live day by day.

Wanwan bit her finger, lowered her eyes and thought for a while, then took out a jade slip from her pocket.

Xia Zhihuai was dumbfounded.

He looked at the white jade slips, the jade color was warm and smooth, without a single word.

But he slowly remembered, it seemed that he had seen Wanwan use it before, to stick the jade slip on his forehead.

"what is this?"

Wanwan handed him the jade slip, and said in a childish voice, ""Basic Diagrams for Getting Started with Xuan Dao.""

Xia Zhihuai was shocked: "???"

After coming back to his senses, he hesitantly took the jade slip "Basic Illustration of Zai Zai Xuan Dao", sat cross-legged on the floor, put the jade slip on his forehead, and glanced at Wanwan: "Is it enough to stick it on my forehead? "

Wan Wan suddenly frowned, thinking of a serious question.

"Brother, you have no consciousness!"

"What's wrong with not having consciousness?" Xia Zhihuai didn't know why.

Wanwan sighed: "Without divine consciousness, you can't even open a book."

Xia Zhihuai: "..." This grotesque world is too unfriendly to ordinary people.

"How can I have divine consciousness?"

Wanwan: "..." Naturally.

Anyway, since she became conscious, she has divine consciousness.

How other gods have consciousness, she doesn't know.

This has to ask Si Ming, how do mortals cultivate their spiritual consciousness.

Wanwan took out another jade slip from her pocket, stuck it on Yuanyuan's forehead, and closed her eyes.

……

In the depths of the peach blossom grove, a beautiful flower tree is gently swaying in the breeze, the flower branches are full of delicate pale pink flower cups, and a few scattered petals are falling from the sky.

In the entire peach forest, only this flat peach tree is surrounded by blue stones.

And the bluestone is carved with flying dragon and auspicious cloud patterns vividly.

A red rope is tied to a branch of the peach tree, and a golden bell is attached to the end of the red rope, which shakes gently in the wind but makes no sound.

The wind gradually stopped, but Jinling suddenly made a clear sound.

Not long after, a young man in a light gray robe with dark patterns appeared beside the bluestone platform from a distance in the blink of an eye.

Si Ming put one hand on the tree trunk and asked out of breath, "Little Fairy, what do you want to do with Xiaoxian?"

Wanwan's delicate and soft voice came with a bit of distress: "Siming, Siming, how do mortals cultivate spiritual consciousness?"

Si Ming: "That's what the little fairy wants to ask?"

Wanwan: "Yes."

Siming breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother wants to practice Taoism, but he doesn't have spiritual consciousness, what should I do?" Wanwan wanted to sigh.

Si Ming was shocked and said: "Qinglong Shenjun wants to practice Taoism? Is this the sun coming out from the west?"

It's really big news that the number one dandy in the heavens wants to make progress.

Is the calamity in the lower realm such a way to train the gods?
Si Ming told Wanwan how to train his consciousness, and then he hugged his jade slip and held his pen, ready to go back and write quickly.

He had already thought of the title of the book.

It's called "Those Years After Qinglong Shenjun Came Down to Earth, He Tried to Rehabilitate".

It's sure to be a hit.

In the heavenly world, who doesn't have a little playboy who likes to tear down the house?
Even Qinglong Shenjun can change his appearance. The days of lawlessness for those little gods in the heaven who are keen to make troubles are over!

(End of this chapter)