Although it was quite shocking to see the roof of Li's house being smashed through last night, Feng Xue was still a little embarrassed when she saw a child less than 1.2 meters tall blocking the door of his house carrying an obviously freshly made urn. of.
"Cremated now? It shouldn't be! Although Li Jing didn't become an immortal, he didn't die like this, right?"
Feng Xue looked at the carved wooden urn and grinned. If the wood was made into a box before it was even dry, it would definitely become moldy!
Throwing away the salt in his hand, Feng Xue was about to say something, but Nezha hit Feng Xue's face with a loud sound and said loudly:
"Mo Ju! Mo Ju! Xiaomu, Xiaomu was pinched to death by my father!"
"Uh..." Feng Xue grinned. He knew that Xiaomu was dead, but by making a wooden coffin for a wooden man, isn't it a bit too much of a performance art?
Although he was thinking this in his heart, Feng Xue could still understand a child's feelings towards pets. He opened the door and introduced Nezha into the house while pretending to be ruthless:
"Isn't it just a wood spirit? You pinched one of me to death before. At worst, I'll give you another one."
When Nezha heard this, his little face immediately bulged, and he said angrily: "How can this be the same! Xiaomu has been with me for three or four days!"
"You have been with the wooden man for three or four days, and you are so sad when it dies. Then if someone else has raised the child for more than ten years, wouldn't it be even more sad when it dies?"
Feng Xue rolled her eyes. Nezha was immediately angry and wanted to say something, but suddenly he remembered the exchange between himself and Mo Ju when they first met, and suddenly stopped crying.
Seeing Nezha suddenly standing there frozen as if someone had cast a restraining spell on him, Feng Xue took the coffin from his hand and took out the wooden figure inside, looking like a forensic doctor planning to dissect the deceased and reconstruct the events. What the truth looks like.
At this moment, Nezha suddenly raised his head and said blankly:
"But there are 1,700 killing rings in me..."
"Just listen to that kind of thing. Can you be judged as a murderer based on your birth date? Do you know that there are thousands of people born at the same time as you in the same year, month, and day! What if everyone has one? If you kill seventeen hundred people, how many people will you kill? If you really feel sorry for yourself, there is an ant hole outside the door. If you pour it with boiling water, you should be able to kill one thousand eight hundred people. If you are worried, just pour a few more people. Maybe then Mr. Taishan Mansion will think you owe something!"
"Ah this..." Nezha was stunned by what Feng Xue said. He even forgot about his sadness for a moment. When Feng Xue saw this, he stood up, reached out and touched the baby's head and said:
"Don't believe in fate. If someone tells you this, it can only be because he wants you to do it. I don't object to killing people, because there are always people who deserve to die in this world, but killing people should not be done for any reason. Destiny, but you need to understand what you have to bear after careful consideration. In fact, I don’t like to tell children this, because I think you haven’t considered this kind of thing yet, but since you have encountered this As for the matter, that’s what it’s all about.”
"What you are carrying..." A thoughtful look appeared on Nezha's little face. Feng Xue nodded and pointed to the small wooden body lying on the table -
"You were so sad when Xiaomu died. Then if you killed someone, his relatives, friends, parents and brothers, you would be even more sad. How much you resent the person who killed Xiaomu, that means No matter how many people put more intense resentment on you, if you don’t have the consciousness to bear the resentment of these people, then don’t just say anything about killing people.”
While Feng Xue activated the power of [Preaching and Teaching] and imparted her views on killing and being killed to Nezha, she sat back on the stool and gently tapped the wooden man's chest with a small wooden hammer.
The little wooden man bounced violently as if he had been shocked by electricity. Nezha immediately forgot to think about Feng Xue's rather profound teachings and exclaimed with wide eyes:
"Xiaomu is not dead?"
"No, dead, but not completely dead yet." Feng Xue shook his head, reached out and rubbed the wooden man's head, and then explained:
"The wood spirit I gave you is the one that has just been condensed. This is to facilitate your raising and teaching. Although it is relatively fragile, it is not so rigid. In this way, I will teach you how to condense the wood spirit, and you can do it yourself. You can save it, but looking at it like this, you can only persist for two hours at most. If you can't learn it within two hours, it will be hopeless."
"You can teach me, then you must know it, right? Please save him!" Nezha immediately caught the loophole, but Feng Xue spread his hands and said:
"This method requires you to use your own spirituality to repair the wood spirit. Although it does no harm, once it is used, the wood spirit will recognize its master. If I save it, it will not recognize you. Are you sure you want me to come? ?”
"..." This time Nezha was silent for only a short time, then nodded vigorously and said:
"Teach me first. If I can't learn it, I'll ask you to save it!"
"Oh, this time it's a bit more impressive. Bring it here and I'll teach you how to separate your own aura..."
…
Nezha's talent is really top-notch. Of course, it may be due to Feng Xue's ability to teach and teach. In just half an hour, this child has learned the primary stage of martial arts will. With a little manipulation, this The "deteriorated poisonous body" that Feng Xue calls the wood spirit is complete.
Of course, it is not quite right to say this. After all, this "Wood Spirit Method" itself only absorbs the characteristics of the poisonous body to nourish spirituality and divide consciousness. Compared with the poisonous body, it is more like it draws from its own spirituality. In it, a trace of it is separated and transformed into an independent individual. To put it bluntly, it is closer to the external incarnation of the concept of Xianxia.
But for Nezha now, the puppetry and substitute techniques are not important. This technique is just a means for him to save his "friends".
Seeing Xiaomu get up from the table again, although it was still a little difficult, Nezha was extremely happy and held him very carefully, not even daring to give him direct instructions for action.
And that kind of spiritual feedback and contact made Nezha clearly feel that the relationship between this little friend and himself was getting closer.
Seeing the little guy laughing, Feng Xue also smiled. But at this moment, Nezha suddenly straightened his face and said seriously:
"Thank you, master!"
"No, I'm not your master!" Feng Xue waved her hand quickly, but Nezha said seriously:
"Master, you taught me, then you are the master!"
"..." Feng Xue looked directly into Nezha's eyes, staring at him for a long time before saying dissatisfiedly:
"Are you planning to cause trouble and tell me to take the blame?"
"Master, why are you so unserious! I am very serious!" Nezha immediately showed a dissatisfied look after hearing this, but Feng Xue spread her hands and said:
"Regardless of whether you are serious or not, I never thought about it... Oh, forget it, since you call me master, I have to teach you something. Well, I see that your bones are amazing. You are a unique carpentry wizard. This "Trendy Woodworking Encyclopedia" is given to you!"
(End of chapter)
