Finally, Xiao Wanfa picked a book, "The Record of Famous Gods".
This is a book dedicated to introducing gods, which is equivalent to blowing a stick. It is all about how powerful the gods are and what amazing things they have done.
There is a lot more authenticity than the mortal legends, but the content is far more exaggerated than the mortal legends.
After all, mortals use their own perceptions and hearsay to imagine the lives of gods.
It is similar to the emperor using a golden hoe to cultivate the land, the empress of the East Palace to bake pancakes, and the empress of the West Palace to cut bacon.
Jiu Yuanzi discovered that Wan Fa, like Mr. Ning, did not read the magic book at the first time, but started with the basic information.
They want to understand heaven and the gods, rather than simply learn magic.
Smart people are all the same, but stupid people are stupid in different ways.
Because he had to enter the dojo and couldn't stay in the library, Xiao Wanfa borrowed a book and then returned to the living room to stay with the two children.
Fortunately, there are eight maids in the house, who are doing their best to serve them. There are many nannies, so it will not be too tiring to take care of the children.
Amidst the constant noise of two children running around, fighting and screaming, wanting to eat cake and play, Xiao Wanfa sat on the single sofa and read a book immersed in it.
"Xiaolong, you can't imitate that man in the future. Anyone who can read a book in this environment must be able to do anything." Ling Xiaosheng clasped his hands and said to Linglong who was playing Exploding Superman vs. Car Monster. .
Linglong raised her head and glanced at Xiao Wanfa, and said unconvincedly: "What's wrong with this? Is it better to be the kind of gangster who clings to my sister, takes every opportunity to hold hands all day long, and hugs her waist while riding a bicycle?
I am the only one who can hold my sister's hand. When the princess dismounts from the car, the knight is holding her hand and supporting her! "
Xiao Wanfa suddenly raised his head and looked at Linglong, who was speaking for himself plausibly.
Not the least bit happy.
Ling Xiaosheng snorted, "What do you know? Why didn't you know that he wanted to do this kind of thing in his heart? We are so quarrelsome, but he can still read and study. This kind of person is so abnormal!"
Besides, the ones holding the princess's hand are not necessarily knights, but also eunuchs. "
Linglong agreed with one of her words, "I also think you are too noisy."
"You little dragon, how dare you think I'm noisy!" Ling Xiaosheng slapped his car away.
Linglong screamed and rushed towards her, and the two of them started fighting on the floor again, pulling their hair.
Jiu Motoko didn't care about them at all, she was doing her nails.
This is a newly learned skill for the maids, although it is easy to change it directly.
But the other party looked at her with eyes full of expectation, wanting her to give it a try, trying hard to get approval, and Jiu Motoko couldn't refuse.
Why reject and attack a positive and hard-working heart?
Even if the nail painting doesn't look good, it's still a sure thing.
It is a good thing that the golden armored warriors can have the idea of learning on their own in addition to executing orders.
"Master, it's ready." The maid said nervously after finishing the drawing.
Jiu Motoko raised his hand and looked at it. He was drawing a starry sky, and his level was pretty good.
After all, I have tried it on 99 hands, so I am not an inexperienced practitioner.
"Yes, I like it." She smiled.
The maid was very excited, "That's great."
Jiu Yuanzi then stretched out his hand to show Gong Yangyan, "Little Yang, what do you think the painting is like? Can you paint it?"
Gong Yangyan now feels threatened, but 100 people have appeared to replace her. The competition is too fierce.
There is not as much competition among the foreigners who take the foreigner bureau test.
She didn't want to be eliminated, so she took out the Ma Niang magic pen and said seriously: "Sister Jiu, I have been practicing painting, and I can already draw real objects."
"Ah? Show me the drawing quickly." Jiu Yuanzi was stunned, and immediately sat up and urged.
Unexpectedly, Xiaoyang was secretly working hard. This is quite a progress!
Gong Yangyan took the Ma Niang magic pen, took a deep breath, did some mental preparation, and then clicked on the table covered with white lace tablecloth.
A black spot was painted on the white tablecloth.
Ma Niang's magic pen is a magic weapon. You can draw anywhere, as long as you are good enough.
While Jiu Yuanzi was still waiting to see her painting, Gong Yangyan said, "Okay, sister Jiu, look at it."
Jiu Yuanzi asked in confusion: "What are you looking at?"
"Sister Jiu, look, these are sesame seeds." Gong Yangyan said, pointing to the black spots on the tablecloth.
Jiu Motoko took a closer look, and sure enough, the black spot had turned into a sesame seed at some point.
She fell into deep silence, "..."
Did the black dot really turn into sesame seeds, or was a sesame seed dropped here, just used by the lamb to cover it up, because she has no talent for painting at all?
"What about the others? Let's draw a big cake." Jiu Yuanzi thought of something simple, such as a circle that doesn't need to be too round.
Gong Yangyan smiled sheepishly, "Sister Jiu, I'm practicing drawing rice grains, but I haven't learned how to draw big cakes yet. I'll draw it for you next time."
Jiu Motoko was shocked, did she learn to draw based on volume?
Xiao Wanfa felt that fortunately he had a high point of laughter. If it were someone else with a lower point of laughter, he would still be laughing to tears.
Then Gong Yangyan and Yuan Zi were unable to get off the stage.
Everyone tacitly agreed not to mention Gong Yangyan's painting skills anymore. It was too embarrassing.
It's like asking a relative's child's grades during the Chinese New Year. Unexpectedly, he is ranked last in the grade.
That kind of embarrassment can make you unable to find anything to say to save the other person's face.
I can only laugh it off.
Linglong came over to take a look, then laughed and ran away.
This made Gong Yangyan blush with embarrassment.
Fortunately, it didn't last long. The air in this living room felt that it was no longer suitable for people to stay here, and a familiar wind of spiritual energy blew.
Jiu Motoko stood up and stretched out his hand, "The dojo is open, everyone, hold on, let's go."
Ling Xiaosheng and Linglong hurriedly packed their bags, one holding Gong Yangyan and the other holding Xiao Wanfa.
The maids stood neatly nearby, pulled up their skirts, and performed a squatting salute, "I respectfully send my master off to the battle, and wish my master a great victory on his return."
This sense of ritual is simply pleasing to the mind and body.
With the maid's blessing, Jiu Motoko and his party disappeared.
The morning sun shines on the dew, creating a rainbow of sheen. Spacious and clean playground, brand new school buildings and teaching buildings.
The green plants dotting the campus are rare to see in the dojo. The clock hanging on the teaching building, the sparrows and squirrels on the grass in the grove come into view.
This is a quiet school, very new, sunny and clean.
"Is this the dojo? It's completely different from what I imagined. What kind of place is this, a factory?" Linglong carried her bag and kept walking excitedly, eager to start the trial.
Ling Xiaosheng folded his hands and said diplomatically: "It's a school. Based on my experience as a BOSS, this school will definitely be haunted.
As long as it involves school, if it wasn't haunted, would it still be a dojo like the school bully's polyamory? "
Jiu Yuanzi glanced at her and said, "If that's the case, how can you conquer the school bully and get his love? Or make the ghost teacher fall in love with you, save the scumbag of the class before being demonized, and let him get love, this kind of trial If it’s a mission, there’s no need to start it.
Just judge me as victor and this dojo will be over. "
Ling Xiaosheng opened his mouth and looked at her, wanting to make a sarcastic comment, but after thinking about it, it was so reasonable that he couldn't refute it at all.
In the end, I could only turn my head away and snorted, "It must be a haunted school."
At this time, a vine appeared in mid-air, extending out to form the font, accompanied by small pink flowers in full bloom.
Jiu Motoko looked at the way of appearance prompted by the trial and said categorically: "It must be a love dojo. It is said that there was a palace fighting dojo before, and many men became concubines.
He was jealous there and tried his best to seize the final throne as the emperor's husband. "
She showed a confident smile, "Huh, I'm a master at falling in love. I don't watch so many romantic dramas for nothing."
