Return to the old mansion by the spirit boat.

Mi August, who was recognized by Suo Wuchang and Zhao Zhong as chewing more than it was, and his interest would soon be defeated by reality, went through the collection of herbs in detail, and decided to transcribe a copy and feed it to the Book of Good and Evil.

Before he could start transcribing, the house spirit reminded Mi Feixue that she had returned from school.

Mi August only found out that he had read this book for nearly two hours when he read it.

"Let's go eat first."

She came to the dining room, where Mi Feixue was already waiting, staring at the waiting look at the door, apparently also getting the news of her return from the house spirit.

After Mi August approached, he gently pinched Mi Feixue's blood-colored cheeks, and was very satisfied with the flesh in his hands. No \./Wrong \./More\./New '.w'.a'.p'.'.'.c'.o'.m

"The baby is getting better and better."

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

Seeing that the child was shy like this, Mi August smiled and stopped teasing her.

After the two finished eating, Mi Feixue routinely said goodbye to Mi August and went to the room to review the daily schoolwork.

"With you today." Mi August took her hand.

When Mi Feixue heard this, she couldn't suppress the smile on her face, remembering that the gentleman of the Master's Sect didn't like to be in shape today, but she couldn't restrain it.

When he looked up and saw Mi August smiling at him and didn't say anything, Mi Feixue relaxed.

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

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

Mi Feixue is doing her homework, and Mi August is also copying the collection of herbs.

She didn't use the brush well, she made a charcoal pen earlier, there were not many opportunities to write in the past, and she didn't feel inconvenient, and now after copying the book, she found that this homemade charcoal pen writing problem is not big, but it is troublesome to want to draw fine pictures of flowers and plants in the herb set.

Mi August, a professional doctor, knows that the grass and trees diagram is different in detail, and it may be another object.

Mi Feixue, who had been distracted and paying attention to her, endured it several times, and finally couldn't help it after seeing Mi August frown lightly again.

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

"Baby?" Mi August looked up and asked.

Mi Feixue made a gesture to tell her to wait.

Then he knocked on the inkstone with the barrel of his pen.

Ripples rippled in the inkstone ink, and an ink-pounding boy emerged from it.

Mi Feixue solemnly pointed to the collection of herbs, and then pointed to the white paper book with fingerlining.

Work!

The ink-pounding boy crawled out of the ink, his slender hands and feet bouncing in place, shaking his head and making a slight cry like the wind blowing the paper.

Mi August watched with interest and didn't say anything to stop it.

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

Surprise flashed in Mi August's eyes.

When did you raise so many of them?

Under the command of the first one, these almost identical-looking ink-pounding boys jumped into the font of the Baicao Collection one by one, twisted their slender bodies into the shape of the font, and then got up in the shape of the font and walked to the blank pages one after another.

Smack.

Poured on the white pages of the book is a word.

After printing the words with your body, you can continue to get up and work.

An ink-pounding boy can easily copy a font, and when he touches a sample of herbs, several ink-pounding children hold hands and copy together.

They copied at least ten times faster than Mi August's handwriting, and the cooperation was perfect as if a brain was working, and from time to time a few of them went to drink ink, and there was no mistake in the order of copying.

Mi August held her chin and stared at this group of hard-working little tricks, and saw Mi Feixue looking at her eagerly.

Encouragingly, he touched the top of the child's hair and chuckled: "I was taught a lesson by the baby." ”

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

Mi August smiled and didn't explain.

When I first saw the ink boy before, I only relied on the introduction of the book of good and evil, and knew that some of its effects would not harm Mi Feixue, so I put it aside.

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

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

A moment later, a collection of herbs was copied out, and the ink boys worked on it. (More exciting on the next page!) )

Retirement.

Mi August put the two herb books together and compared, except for the difference in the book cover and paper, the others were completely restored one-to-one.

She put away the two books, put on the night tour, and knocked on the inkstone like a snowfall.

The ink-pounding boy who noticed the divine power knocking on the door didn't dare not come out, and his swarthy head couldn't tell where the eyes were and where the mouth was.

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

The inkboy tentatively pulled his two feet forward, and at first he didn't notice the difference between the book of good and evil, and when it approached and was about to touch the book of good and evil, the latter rolled up the pages.

The inkboy stepped back and fell on all fours, and when he got up, he shook his head frantically at Mi August.

Mi August stretched out his index finger and touched its hairless and smooth little head, which felt very similar to ink ingots, "Don't be afraid." ”

The Divine's voice softened, and the ink-pounding boy almost softened under her fingertips, but she still didn't dare to approach the Book of Good and Evil.

Mi August didn't force it, and personally drew a spell diagram of [Fox Fire] on paper, and then asked the ink boy to copy it.

This time, the ink boy didn't resist anymore, and a mouth-like depression appeared on its face, and Mi August of the Yin God Body also understood that it was silently calling for his teammates.

A bunch of ink-pounding boys appeared on the desk, scrambling to run over.

The captain of the ink-pounding boy obviously didn't want so much, kicked the excess away one by one, and some stepped directly into the desk.

Presumably frightened by its violence, the redundant ink-smashing boys no longer approached, and refused to leave, pulling and peeking in the corner.

The ink boy led a dozen or so younger brothers to jump into the [Fox Fire] spell diagram drawn by Mi August hand in hand, and quickly melted and copied into a complex pattern at a glance and rushed towards the blank paper.

An identical [Fox Fire] spell diagram 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 spell maps, 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, the ink boy is a trick that can be made into spiritual ink, and spiritual ink happens to be an important material for making magic weapons, magic talismans, and writing strange stories.

Mi August took out a spirit crystal and put it in front of the leader of the Ink Boy team.

All the ink boys were in a commotion, and once again you fought for me, and you stepped on me to squeeze close to the nearest place of Mi August's finger.

Mi August said to the Captain of the Ink Boy Squad, "I want to have a spell map for spiritual reactions, can I do it?" ”

The Ink Boy Squad Leader pointed at Lingjing: This is for us?

Mi August nodded and let go of the spirit crystal.

Captain of the Ink Boy: Yaa

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

The carrying team, including the leader of the ink boy squad, jumped into the ink together.

Mi August knew that they would not get better for a while, so he took off the night trick and threw the copy of the Baicao Collection to the Book of Good and Evil to devour.

With the knowledge reserve of Baicaoji, the [Juling Pill] prescription that was thrown in before also had a corresponding analysis of medicinal materials.

These medicinal materials are all materials that are only available in Lingzhou, and they are rare and difficult to find in the mundane continent. \./Hand\./Machine\./Edition\./First\./Hair\./More\./New~~ Mi August read the explanation of the effectiveness of the material and the prescription, and said to the book of good and evil: "Try to use the ordinary medicinal materials of the mundane continent as a replacement, and it doesn't matter if you reduce the efficacy of the medicine." ”

The Book of Good and Evil reacted, and just like when [Fox Fire] was formed, all kinds of ink characters began to appear chaotic but actually merged in an orderly manner, and the progress bar was supplied by spiritual power.

Mi August glanced at it and indifferently threw two spirit crystals into it.

Knowledge is expensive.

Research more.

The previous life Mi August was very clear.

Thinking about his current assets, before he arrived in Lingzhou, most of the windfall he got from Zuo Si had already been consumed. And she has a hunch that this is only the early stage of research, and the subsequent drug research and development and research of law runes are all big losses for money.

is also fortunate to Zuo Si, a fortune boy, otherwise her research progress will be infinitely lowered.

I've got to find a way to open it up.

Mi August thought to herself.

The open source of the spirit crystal is temporarily helpless, the spirit child reservists on the spirit ship are poor, and the formal spirit masters have their own ways, not inferior to her. (More exciting on the next page!) )

This little bit of resources. No \./Wrong \./More\./New '.w'.a'.p'.'.'.c'.o'.m

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

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The ink-pounding boy team bowed together: Everyone, the beautiful and kind young lady voted for us to buy ink~~~.