The tail of the little weasel swept left and right twice, and these hundreds of small book beetles were all swept under the bookshelves on the left and right, and for a time they wailed all over the field and cried all over the city.

Yuan Wanying was angry and funny, grabbed the little weasel's ear, and scared him: "You have changed your ears and tail, don't you want to be a human anymore?" ”

Before the words fell, the little boy with pink makeup disappeared in an instant, and a little weasel the size of an orange cat lay on the ground, looking up at her pitifully.

Yuan Wanying's eyes widened, and she looked shocked, if by this time, she didn't know what was going on, then she would be too sorry for her IQ.

Say it, follow the law!

She's mastered this amazing skill!

Yuan Wanying was in a very good mood and decided to test it again, so she looked at the little weasel on the ground and coughed lightly: "You still have to be a man." ”

In the next second, a boy with red lips and white teeth appeared in front of her again.

Yuan Wanying: "......"

It's amazing!

She blinked, "You all get up and line up in front of me." ”

The bookworms flew out from under the bookshelf dizzily and flew back in front of Yuan Wanying, quickly forming a phalanx according to their age.

Yuan Wanying nodded with satisfaction, she took down another blank book from the bookshelf behind her, and tried her best to find the delicate little girl in the bookworm team: "What about people, restore another copy to me——"

A little girl who looked to be only eight or nine years old sobbed and flew up, Yuan Wanying looked at her familiar facial features, and asked tentatively, "Are you the one just now...... How did you get smaller? ”

It was like turning on the sad switch, and the little beetle opened its mouth and cried.

Yuan Wanying: "......"

An old man in the book beetle jumped out again, first bowed his hand to Yuan Wanying, and said: "Don't worry, Immortal Master, she is still young, and she doesn't swallow many words, and if she spits it out once, her age will regress a few points." ”

Yuan Wanying frowned slightly and asked, "You mean, you can grow up by devouring words, doesn't that mean that the older you get, the more words you swallow." ”

The little old man of this book beetle is very good at patting sycophants, and immediately praised: "The immortal master is really smart, that's right, in our clan, the more words are swallowed, the longer people will live." ”

Yuan Wanying looked thoughtfully at the little old man in front of her, like most of the clansmen, this little old man was no more than three inches tall, and he looked like a mud doll pinched out by Tianjin Zhang.

Unlike the rest of the clansmen, the white whiskers under the little old man's jaw were half as long as half his height.

Yuan Wanying said curiously: "According to what you say, if you spit out all the words you have swallowed, won't you be able to rejuvenate yourself?" ”

The little old man nodded again and again: "Immortal Master Mingjian, it's true!" ”

I have to say that if you read a lot of books, you will indeed become smarter, even if he is a worm!

This little old man observed his words and looks, and saw that the little immortal master in front of him was about to move, and without waiting for Yuan Wanying to make a request, he took the initiative to order the clansmen.

The beetles flew up one after another, in groups of four, with tea and kung fu, one person carried a corner, and caught dozens of blank books.

The little old man spread his wings and flew into the air, and his wings looked bigger than those of other clansmen.

With the gentle flapping of the wings as thin as cicadas behind him, black ink appeared on the blank pages of these dozens of books at the same time, and in the blink of an eye, one book was filled one by one.

Yuan Wanying looked at it intently, but this little old man had not changed much, but the long beard under his chin was a little shorter.

The bookworms returned to the shelves with books filled with words, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of more were brought over.

After repeating this repeatedly, an hour had passed, and Yuan Wanying had already given up counting, and roughly calculated, these book beetles had brought tens of thousands of books.

The little old man has also changed from a drooping old man with a white beard to a beautiful young man with handsome eyebrows and eyes.

Yan Gou Yuan Wanying blurted out: "You look so much better!" ”

"Immortal Master Praise-" The beautiful young man shook his hands, I have to say, it was obviously the same action, the old man just made it, I just felt that he was a little flattering, but this beautiful young man made it, but it made people feel like drinking alcohol, and they were happy to be Taoran.

Of course, having seen the beautiful face of the blazing classmate, the beautiful face of this little bookworm will not make Yuan Wanying lose her ability to think.

She directly raised her doubts: "Then what's the point of you eating and vomiting, vomiting and eating?" ”

The book beetle sighed lightly, did not explain immediately, and asked rhetorically: "Immortal Master, do you know the role of our book bag in this sect?" ”

Yuan Wanying shook her head honestly, she had just entered the sect for a day, how could she know about this kind of sect history?

Shu Yan didn't sell Guan Zi, and said seriously: "When Wenzong was at its peak, there were tens of millions of disciples, and the best disciples among them were only a few hundred. ”

"These hundreds of disciples, each with their own expertise, some are good at writing, some are joyful and lawful, and some can make their wishes come true with a paintbrush——"

Speaking of which, this beautiful young man scarab glanced at Yuan Wanying meaningfully, in some ways, his words are followed, and he is a little similar to the magic pen Ma Liang.

The beautiful boy book beetle continued, "Although these hundreds of disciples have different specializations, they all have one thing in common - they all have a book beetle by their side! ”

"That is to say," he raised his chin and puffed out his chest, with a proud expression, "only the best disciples can get our following." ”

Yuan Wanying thought thoughtfully, thought of these book beetles, devoured the words, and then spit out the words and restored them to the books-

Isn't this just a small portable library?

A must-have for home travel!

Yuan Wanying nodded and said her understanding, which provoked the eyes of this beautiful young man's beetle: "What the immortal master said is too right!" That's right, we're a small library. ”

He coughed lightly and continued: "Although we grow up by devouring words, in fact, these printed books are not our rations. ”

"Our rations come from the masters of the sect, and their wrong brushwork, invalid poems, and unsatisfactory paintings are our main food."

Yuan Wanying suddenly realized, she said, this kind of behavior of swallowing and eating and vomiting seems meaningless, it turns out that their real food comes from the waste manuscripts of the sect disciples.

Thinking about the elite disciples of Wenzong back then, no matter where they went, they all carried a small book beetle, which could be used as a library or a garbage can, Yuan Wanying's eyes were red with jealousy.

Although the beautiful boy has changed from a young man, although his appearance has changed, he is still the little old man who is good at observing words and emotions in his bones, seeing Yuan Wanying's expression, he immediately said: "If the immortal master likes it, the children of my clan can choose!" ”