"Roll! Roll!"
"Jump! Big jump!"
"Oh, you are so stupid, why did you fall down again!"
The child held a small wooden stick and directed his little man to make various movements like a commander. Feng Xue watched from the side, but said:
"This is because the wooden figure you made is too rough. The range of motion of the joints is limited, so movements beyond the range will be very stiff."
When Feng Xue said this, the child's face immediately fell, and he looked at Feng Xue and said:
"Then how can we increase the range of motion of the joints... Well, also, how can we make it look like that little person of yours?"
Although the child thought that his little man was quite fun, compared with the little man in Feng Xue's hand who could fly, deform and merge, it was really far behind.
When Feng Xue heard what he said, she smiled and said:
"This is not a simple matter. It has taken you so long to learn the basic physical form. I'm afraid it will take a lot of time to learn it!"
"It doesn't matter! I usually have nothing to do anyway!"
The child said nonchalantly, but Feng Xue raised her head and looked at the sun and said:
"It's getting late, it's time for you to go back."
"I..." The child wanted to say that he would not go back, but he remembered that he had sneaked out before and was caught and had to be locked up. He couldn't say it out loud and could only hold up his little person unhappily.
But just when he was about to turn around, Feng Xue's voice came from behind him——
"I will stay in Chentangguan these few days. If you have time, you can come to me to learn. Of course, how much you can learn before I leave depends on you!"
"Yes!" The child heard the words and immediately nodded vigorously, with a child's unique innocent smile on his face, as if the previous beatings, acupoints, and education were all just hallucinations.
Feng Xue was not surprised by this situation. She reached out and grabbed it. In a few steps, she returned to the place where she saw the child before. The child looked at the outer wall of his house and was about to leave, but turned back and said:
"Hey, what's your name?"
Feng Xue heard the words, and then responded as if casually: "Me, my name is Mo Ju, others call me Xuanjun, what about you?"
"My name is Nezha. I'll be here tomorrow. See you there!"
"OK!"
Feng Xue watched Nezha use the thicknessless two-dimensional Hun Tian Ling to open a passage on the barrier. The corners of her mouth could not help but curl up slightly. She turned around and found an overpass, spread out a small quilt, took out her erhu and started playing.
Oops! Don’t tell me, it’s quite profitable!
…
After climbing over the courtyard wall, Nezha carefully looked around to make sure no servants were nearby. He hung the little man on the red string in his bellyband, walked around the main door, and got into the room through the window left when he left. inside.
He has quite a lot of toys, such as rattles, bamboo horses, and bamboo swords. As long as children of this age play with them, he has quite a lot. However, these toys will be damaged from time to time when they are in his hands. Not that He couldn't hold back, but he didn't like it very much.
But the little man he got today was different. Although the body he carved out with one knife was not as exquisite as the little man "Mo Ju", it filled him with a sense of accomplishment while using his innate power to The spirit directed the little man to walk around, while imagining in his mind that the little man became more and more exquisite.
…
"Hey, Mo Ju, I'm here!" In the early morning, as soon as his father went out, Nezha threw away the servants at home and jumped over the wall. He saw that there was no one at the base of the wall yesterday, and his heart felt empty.
But before he could be disappointed, an unfamiliar voice came from one side:
"Why did you run out so early? I thought you only came out in the afternoon! By the way, isn't your mother worried about you running out alone?"
"My mother went to visit relatives! It will take at least three or four days before she can come back." Nezha spread his hands indifferently, and then imitated Feng Xue and put the little man on his shoulders. However, due to craftsmanship problems, the little man's The buttocks were not flat, so he had to deliberately hunch his shoulders in order for the little man to sit firmly.
Hearing what Nezha said, Feng Xue felt a little confident, and immediately took Nezha to find a small courtyard that he rented with the money earned from performing arts.
"This is your home?" Nezha looked at this messy little house with a bit of disgust, but Feng Xue shook his head and said:
"It's just a temporary place to stay."
"This is too... forget it, don't talk about this, teach me how to make a more exquisite wooden man!" Nezha wanted to say something else, but after seeing Feng Xue's wooden man who jumped down to perform tricks, I forgot what I said.
Last night, he had a sweet dream that he hadn't seen in a long time. He pointed at his wooden man and pushed his father on the bench to spank him like in the dream!
"Okay, let's start with how to use these tools. Don't get bored. As long as you know how to polish, your little guy's butt won't be sharp!"
…
Nezha and Feng Xue played for three full days. Maybe it was because of his extraordinary talent, maybe because Feng Xue had unparalleled authority in preaching and teaching, or maybe Nezha really liked wooden figures. Almost every day, the wooden figures in Nezha's hands would change. As the appearance becomes more and more refined, Nezha can also feel that the wooden man himself is becoming more and more agile when he is controlling it.
Although it is still not as good as Mo Ju's wooden psychic, it no longer needs my strict command. As long as it has a vague command, it can be completed smoothly.
This change filled Nezha with a sense of accomplishment. If Feng Xue hadn't reminded him every day, he wouldn't have even wanted to go back home.
"Xiaomu, when will you be like Mo Ju's wooden man!" In the evening, after dinner, Nezha returned to the house, put the wooden man on the table, and watched it make all kinds of weird things. He moved while muttering to himself, but at this moment, his door was suddenly pushed open, and at the same time his father's voice came out——
"Nezha, why is there in your house...what is this?!"
When Nezha heard what his father said, he panicked and subconsciously blocked the wooden man with his body. However, although Li Jing was mediocre in cultivation and could not even cross the gap between immortals and mortals, he had learned the Five Elements Escape skill to some extent. With his technique, he could naturally detect the strangeness in Nezha's room, and it was impossible to be blocked by Nezha's small body.
He took a step and came to the table. He looked at the little wooden man and immediately frowned and said:
"Where did this come from?"
"I did it myself!" Nezha said with his neck stiffened. Li Jing heard the words and was noncommittal. He just stretched out his hand to grab it. Nezha was immediately shocked and raised his hand to protect him. He was just a child less than ten years old. How can it be compared to the width of shoulders and length of arms of an adult?
Before he could push him, the villain was pinched in Li Jing's hand, and then...
"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaacaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa the suffocation of it!!!!"
(End of chapter)
