Time flies like water.

The days of training the little demon beast passed quickly and were a little boring.

In a lifetime, the highlights that can be edited are always so rare, less than one-tenth of a life.

For Digimon born from the Digital World, which is basically data, they can be considered immortals.

No, perhaps, the immortal species.

Because, unless the Digimon itself is loaded with data such as aging and lifespan, or it is killed.

Otherwise, Digimon can live forever.

Otherwise, why does the digital world have irregular updates? And, all sorts of disasters?

Not only to evolve, but also to clean up Digimon that have no evolution potential and cannot die and dissipate normally.

Of course, for Mo Yan, it is not his turn to meddle and sigh in these things.

However, as an immortal, he has lost some of his feelings about the passage of time and the tension of life.

The greatest goal of life is simply to evolve and see the scenery that has never been seen before.

Therefore, Mo Yan will not take into account the interference of the little monsters and children in the original plot, and will say things that will affect the original plot.

Even, Mo Yan didn't believe that there was any plot correction.

In particular, Mo Yan participated in the discussion and arrangement of the Four Holy Beasts.

That meeting refreshed Mo Yan's understanding of the digital world and Digimon.

Eating the rice balls in his hand, Mo Yan looked at the little demon beast not far away who was reading the "Wizard Introduction Details", and the thoughts in his mind were constantly surging.

Is it because of the real world? Or is it the physical cause of this pair formed through quantum transformation?

How could I suddenly sigh!?

I don't have any aging data, do I? ’

Swallowing the rice ball in his hand in one gulp, Mo Yan instinctively began to analyze the reason for his psychology.

After thinking about it, Mo Yan felt that there were both, and he also felt that there were also children in it.

After all, Digimon are susceptible to children's influence.

This is the innate reason for the birth of Digimon, and the reason why Digimon easily evolve through children's emotions.

"How? Have you finished reading it? ”

Thinking about the impact of the real world on Digimon in his future research, Mo Yan looked at the little monster who closed the book.

"Of course I've finished reading it, who are you looking down on!"

Under the influence of Mo Yan, the little demon beast put down the book very solemnly, and then immediately roared at Mo Yan, revealing his childlike personality.

"Oh?

So what do you think? ”

With a move of his hand, the book that was placed on the ground by the little demon beast flew into Mo Yan's hand.

"I don't feel anything, isn't it just the interaction between data and magic, and its application.

Nothing difficult. ”

Pouted, the little demon beast pinched his waist with disdain.

"It's really unashamed.

Tsk, this data is unstable, and you dare to be so arrogant, you don't know modesty. ”

Mo Yan approached the little demon beast and poked the other party's unstable form with his finger.

"Hey, that's where it is, Uncle Ben is going to be the strongest Digimon!"

Slapping Mo Yan's fingers away, the little demon beast still said stiffly.

"I hope you can keep up that momentum.

Ready, we're going to start learning magic in earnest. ”

With a chuckle, Mo Yan told the little demon beast that it was time to start magic teaching.

After speaking, Mo Yan snapped his fingers and summoned a divine light full of healing power, stabilizing the little demon beast's unstable data.

"Hmph, Uncle Ben will wait and see!"

Feeling the temperature in the light, the little demon beast hugged his chest with both hands, and his expression was a little eager to try.

……

"Little monster, before that, we have exercised your body enough to withstand and read 'magic books' through a series of exercises.

However, this is not enough to immediately learn a high-level programming language that is magic.

Now, you also need to fully grasp the power within you, the magic that flows within you, and the data that you make up your own. ”

Sitting cross-legged, Mo Yan began formal teaching.

"The power in my body?

Haven't I mastered it yet? ”

A wisp of flame appeared on his fingertips, and the little demon beast was very puzzled.

"It's just that you know how to use it, it doesn't mean that you have mastered it."

Shaking his head, Mo Yan opened his mouth to explain.

After speaking, Mo Yan spread out his palm and motioned for the little demon beast to look.

I saw that a ray of flame came out of Mo Yan's palm.

Subsequently, under Mo Yan's manipulation, the flame began to change shape.

In the beginning, there were various characters and simple patterns.

Then, there are various complex patterns, such as mountains and rivers, three-dimensional house architecture.

Finally, there are moving, lifelike animals.

"You see, that's what mastery is all about.

It took me a long time to practice my maneuvers. ”

Mo Yan manipulated the firebird to circle around him and the little demon beast, and then spoke.

“！？

This......

What's so hard about this! ”

Blushing, the little demon beast said strongly.

It's just that anyone can hear the strong external and internal strength in that tone.

"As your mentor, I have to remind you once again that being humble is what makes Digimon progress.

In particular, we are wizards, scholars. ”

Looking at the performance of the little demon beast, Mo Yan felt a little funny, but he felt that it was normal.

The Digimon in their formative years have a personality similar to that of a human child.

Hard-mouthed things are a common occurrence.

It's normal not to admit defeat.

"I didn't admit that you were my mentor, you insisted on being my mentor!

Besides, you're so long-winded, it's annoying to me. ”

Hearing Mo Yan's preaching, the little demon beast was like a rebellious human child.

"Since you're so confident, let me see how much control you have."

Mo Yan motioned for the little demon beast to begin to show its control.

Hearing Mo Yan's words, although the little demon beast was a little reluctant, he still spread out his palms.

Flames appeared in the palm of the little demon beast, purple and demonic.

The little demon beast tried its best to change the shape of the flame, but it only made the dark night flame shake a few points, and there was no unnecessary change.

"Try to make your Night Flame bigger and fill it with mana."

Looking at the little demon beast's hard work, Mo Yan reminded loudly.

Although he was a little embarrassed, the little demon beast still obeyed Mo Yan's reminder.

Under the magic infusion of the little demon beast, the dark night flame began to burn and grew larger.

Finally, after swelling to the size of a human head, Mo Yan stopped the little demon beast's continued behavior of adding magic power.

Of course, Mo Yan did not let the little demon beast disperse the night flames, but maintained the night flames the size of a human head.

Sweat began to slide down the forehead of the little demon beast.

Releasing the Night Flame like this is an experience that the little demon beast has never had.