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Meng Fan shook the booklet he "wanted" from Mrs. Zhang, became interested, moved a bench, crossed his legs, and put the booklet on his lap.

Meng Fan guessed correctly, the book only recorded the paper man's hair tie, as well as some of the craftsmanship experience of Mrs. Zhang's remarks, Mrs. Zhang is not good-looking, but the words are okay, but in the dragon and snake flying, there is a little more insidious.

"What are you looking at?"

At this time, Meng Qingshan walked out, moved the bench and sat next to Meng Fan, and without waiting for Meng Fan to answer, he took the booklet directly from Meng Fan's hand, flipped it over, his face became serious, and he preached to Meng Fan, talking and talking, he couldn't help but feel sad when he said that it was twenty years ago.

"At that time, the family was poor, and my father couldn't make a lot of money to help people see a doctor, and your mother got married, and there was nothing in the family, only a broken bed, and it couldn't support the weight of two people, and it collapsed after sleeping for two days, and my father built a soil kang, and the soil kang was even more useless, and it collapsed that night......

"This can make your mother miserable, my father looked distressed, and wanted to comfort your mother, but as soon as I opened my mouth, I cried first, but your mother was better than my father, and spread the futon on the ground, and pulled me over, saying what is the big man crying, the bed is fine, and the life is still good......"

As he spoke, Meng Qingshan's eyes moistened, with a warm smile on the corner of his mouth, he turned his head to look behind him, Meng Mu was sitting on the threshold, still holding the soles of her shoes during the day, and the corners of her mouth were also smiling......

"Son, in this life, no matter how high or low a man is, he still has to be motivated, and only if he is motivated can he have a future, and if he is not motivated, then he is really hopeless, and there are few good endings. Dad doesn't really have much expectations for you, I don't ask you to be an official, I just want you to live well, marry a daughter-in-law of the Gu family, it doesn't matter if you're beautiful or not, you have one or two more children, and you're not lonely when you're old, I really hope that my dad can still live to see that day......"

Speaking of this, the words stopped abruptly, Meng Mu raised her head, looked at Meng Qingshan in a daze, and spoke for a while: "Qingshan, what are you talking nonsense, go to bed quickly when you are sleepy, this big night, you ......"

"Ahem. Meng Qingshan also knew that he had said the wrong thing, patted the booklet in his hand, and gave it back to Meng Fan, "You can be curious about this thing, if you really study it, you still don't want it, you can't make a fortune, you can't support your family, others will laugh at you, I'm afraid you won't be able to marry a daughter-in-law." ”

As he spoke, he slowly stood up and walked into the house, his back was a little lonely, and under the illumination of the light, a long shadow followed him, and he also followed his footsteps into the house.

Meng Fan grabbed the booklet, lowered his eyebrows, and sat in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking, and after a while, he saw his mother also enter the house, so he let out a long sigh: "Do you want to tell your father?"

When it was almost twelve o'clock in the morning, Meng Fan, who had already been sitting cross-legged on the bed to cultivate, suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the window lattice without blinking, and heard the sound of tossing and turning from the next room, as if he couldn't sleep, presumably his father must have insomnia, this sound lasted for a while, until his mother whispered two words, and the tossing and turning sound gradually subsided.

After making sure that his parents were really asleep, Meng Fan quietly got out of bed, tiptoed open the door, and walked into the courtyard.

The night was like water, the shadows of the trees were swaying, and the village was quiet, as if the cats and dogs were also sleeping, and they could not hear a sound.

"Will you come tonight?"

Meng Fan looked straight at the door, his palm turned over, and there was an extra three-foot-long peach wood sword in his hand, he stroked the sword body, the temperature of the sword body was not as cold as metal, the touch was very mild, and the texture was much better than ordinary peach wood.

"Whoosh. ”

Swinging the peachwood sword a few times, it made a sound of breaking the sky, if there was an expert in sword practice who saw it, he would definitely be surprised, because Meng Fan's speed of swinging the sword was very fast, how fast was it, huh...... Lightning and flint, where the mind goes, the tip of the sword points to.

The improvement of Meng Fan's body by the dry corpse was very scary.

It is beyond the cognition of normal people!

I waited like this all night, until the dawn appeared in the east, the sky was hazy and brightened, and the things I was waiting for still didn't come, Meng Fan stretched his waist, and his spirit was excellent, because while waiting, he didn't give up the cultivation of the Taoist scriptures, and the night passed, and the progress was not bad, and the fog and shadow of the true qi in the dantian were not as thin as before, and they had a little richer.

After breakfast the next day, Meng Qingshan hurriedly went out again, saying that he was going to see a doctor, but in fact, Meng Fan and his mother knew in their hearts that his real purpose should be to see if he had a rabbit under the trap yesterday.

It's just that Meng Fan and his mother have different ideas, and Meng's mother is probably thinking that if she really traps the rabbit, it would be good to improve her son's food.

Meng Fan was thinking, there is something that distracts his father, and if he doesn't think about that supernatural thing, he should be able to share some psychological pressure and not affect his mind too much, after all, what his father said last night was really a little sad, and he had some meaning to explain the future.

Not long after Meng Qingshan left, Meng's mother also walked out of the door with a basin of clothes, it should have gone to the small river in Mengjiazhuang to wash it, and after taking two steps, there was a sheet in the basin that drooped down, and Meng's mother reached out and stuffed it back, it was the one that Meng Fan changed yesterday......

Knowing that his parents would not come back for a while, Meng Fan took out the booklet again and flipped through it, while reading it, his hands were still gesturing, and after a long time, he put down the booklet and pondered with his eyebrows.

His point of view is very clear, the paper figure is just a form, and the ultimate goal is to carry the spell, and the spell is the key to the key. This is also the reason why Mrs. Zhang gave him a booklet so easily, there is no magic, the paper man is just an ordinary paper figure, which is of no great use, and can only be used to sacrifice the deceased when doing white things.

"I have a faint feeling that if I persist in cultivating for one more day, I should be able to reach the first level of condensation, and I may not be able to drive the paper man at that time. ”

"Therefore, it is still necessary to tie a few paper figures for backup, and it may be able to be used. ”

Thinking about it, he started to act, Meng Fan rummaged around at home, and finally didn't find bamboo, wax paper and the like, which were used to tie paper people, but found a plate of iron wire that his father put under the rabbit, and some wooden sticks of different lengths, so he made do with it, and felt that the paper people tied with iron wires fixed wooden sticks were not necessarily worse than simply tied with bamboo, so he followed the steps recorded in the booklet and tied them up, and soon completed the skeleton.

"Hmm...... Ok......"

Meng Fan supported his chin with his hand and looked at the braided skeleton, although the workmanship looked a little rough, but it still looked a little bit like that, it looked much stronger and more spectacular than the skeleton pierced by Mrs. Zhang, and it was also very tall, one meter eight or nine high!

"It's just that how to solve the clothes, there is no wax paper like Mrs. Zhang's? Is it possible to still wear my clothes? The size is not suitable! It seems that it needs to be improved!"

After another rummaging, I finally found a few broken cardboard boxes, cut them with scissors, and began to paste the clothes on the skeleton.

"After all, I am a college student, and when I was skeletal just now, I used all the physics knowledge to ensure that it was firm and strong!"

"As for the appearance of this paper man, it can't be as ...... as Mrs. Zhang Cute, it should be domineering, at least it still looks very bluffing, and it has to be aggressive......"

It was another toss, and finally he drew a picture with a lot of care, and all kinds of data were quite detailed, a bit of a scientific research look, and when it was close to noon, his first paper figure was finally formed.

This finished product did meet Meng Fan's expectations, domineering and aggressive.

It is estimated that Mrs. Zhang will not hesitate to spurt out a mouthful of old blood when she sees it!

"Hey, Iron Man!"

Meng Fan put on a helmet made of cardboard boxes for the paper man with a satisfied face......