Time is like running water, fleeting.
The days of training little monsters passed quickly and were a bit boring.
In a lifetime, the wonderful clips that can be edited are always so rare, less than one-tenth of a lifetime.
For Digimon who were born from the Digital World and whose roots are data, they can be regarded as immortal species.
No, maybe it's the immortal species.
Because, unless the Digimon itself has loaded data such as aging and lifespan, or it is killed.
Otherwise, Digimon could live forever.
Otherwise, why would the digital world have irregular updates? And, various disasters?
Not only for evolution, but also for cleaning up Digimon that have no evolutionary potential and cannot die and dissipate normally.
Of course, for Mo Yan, it was not his turn to intervene or lament about these things.
However, as an immortal species, he has lost part of his feeling for the passage of time and the tension of life.
The biggest goal of living is just to evolve and see the scenery you have never seen before.
Therefore, Mo Yan will not take into account the affairs of the little monsters and children in the original plot, and casually say things that will affect the original plot.
Even Mo Yan didn't believe in any plot correction.
In particular, Mo Yan participated in the discussion and arrangement of the Four Sacred Beasts.
That meeting refreshed Mo Yan's understanding of the digital world and Digimon.
Eating the rice ball in his hand, Mo Yan looked at the little monster not far away who was reading the "Detailed Introduction to Wizards", and the thoughts in his mind were constantly surging.
'Is it because of real-world reasons? Or is it the physical reason formed through quantum transformation?
Why did I suddenly sigh! ?
I didn’t load aging and other data either? '
After swallowing the rice ball in his hand, Mo Yan instinctively began to analyze the reasons for his mental state.
After thinking about it, Mo Yan felt that it was both, and that the children were also involved.
After all, Digimon are easily influenced by children.
This is the innate reason why Digimon are born, and the reason why Digimon easily evolve through the emotions of children.
"How's it going? Have you finished reading?"
In order to include thinking about the impact of the real world on Digimon in future research projects, Mo Yan looked at the little monster who closed the book.
"Of course I've finished reading it. Who are you looking down on!"
Affected by Mo Yan, the little monster put down the book solemnly, and then immediately roared at Mo Yan, his child-like character clearly revealed.
"oh?
So what do you think? "
With a gesture of his hand, the book placed on the ground by the little monster flew into Mo Yan's hands.
“I don’t have much insight, it’s just the interaction and application of data and magic power.
Nothing is difficult. "
Curling his lips, the little demon beast spoke with shame and disdain.
“It’s really shameless.
Tsk tsk, these data are not stable, yet you dare to be so arrogant, you don’t know how to be humble. "
Mo Yan approached the little monster and poked its unstable form with his finger.
"Hey, what's going on here? I'm going to become the strongest Digimon!"
After slapping Mo Yan's fingers away, the little monster still said harshly.
“I hope you can keep up this momentum.
Get ready, we are going to start learning magic formally. "
With a chuckle, Mo Yan told the little monster that magic teaching was about to begin.
After saying that, Mo Yan snapped his fingers, summoning a sacred light full of healing power, which stabilized the little monster's unstable data.
"Huh, I'll wait and see!"
Feeling the warmth in the light, the little monster crossed its arms and looked a little eager to try.
…
"Little monster, before this, we have gone through a series of exercises to make your body strong enough to withstand and read the 'magic book'.
However, this is not enough to immediately learn the magical high-level programming language.
Now, you still need to fully grasp the power in your body, which is the magic power flowing in your body and the data that makes you up. "
Sitting cross-legged opposite each other, Mo Yan began formal teaching.
"The power within me?
Haven't I already mastered this? "
A wisp of flame appeared on the fingertip, and the little monster was very puzzled.
"Just because you can use it doesn't mean you have mastered it."
Shaking his head, Mo Yan opened his mouth to explain.
After saying that, Mo Yan spread his palms and motioned for the little monster to watch.
A wisp of flame emerged from the palm of Mo Yan's hand.
Then, under Mo Yan's control, the flame began to change shape.
At the beginning, there were various words and simple patterns.
Then, there are various more complex patterns, such as mountains, rivers, and three-dimensional houses.
Finally, there are animated, lifelike animals.
“You see, this is called mastery.
I spent a long time practicing my control skills. "
Mo Yan controlled the fire bird to circle around himself and the little monster, and then spoke.
"!?
this……
What's so difficult about this! "
Blushing, the little monster said with force.
However, anyone can hear the strong-willedness in his tone.
"As your mentor, I have to remind you again that only by remaining humble can Digimon progress.
Above all, we are wizards and scholars. "
Seeing the little monster's performance, Mo Yan felt a little funny, but he thought it was normal.
A growing Digimon has a personality similar to that of a human child.
Being harsh is common.
Not giving up is normal.
"I didn't admit that you were my mentor, you insisted on being my mentor!
Moreover, you are so long-winded, which annoys me to death. "
After hearing Mo Yan's preaching, the little monster looked like a rebellious human child.
"Since you are so confident, let me see your control."
Mo Yan signaled the little monster to start showing its control.
After hearing Mo Yan's words, although the little monster was a little reluctant, it still spread its palms.
Flames appeared in the little monster's palm, purple and coquettish.
The little monster tried its best to change the shape of the flame, but it only made the dark night flame shake a little, without any unnecessary changes.
"First try to make your dark night flame bigger and fill it with magic power."
Seeing the little monster working hard, Mo Yan reminded him.
Although he was a bit embarrassed, the little monster still obeyed Mo Yan's reminder.
Infused with the magic power of the little monster, the dark night flame began to burn blazingly, growing in size.
Finally, after it expanded to the size of a human head, Mo Yan stopped the little monster from continuing to add magic power.
Of course, Mo Yan did not let the little monster disperse the Night Flame, but maintained the Dark Night Flame the size of a human head.
Sweat began to fall from the little monster's forehead.
Releasing the dark night flames like this is something the little monster has never experienced before.
