Wanwan is not a kid who loves to care about it. If you lose the talisman, you can draw it again anyway.

She stood beside the bed and reached out to touch her head, bent her eyes and smiled, "Brother, are you going to tie my hair?"

Before, when she was playing with building blocks on the living room carpet, she noticed when Uncle Huang was watching TV that all the beautiful babies on the TV had braids.

She has always envied the baby with braids, but her hair is a little short and her brother doesn't look good, so she doesn't make things difficult for him.

But today my brother let her see hope again.

When Xia Zhihuai saw her eyes shining, he felt a vague premonition in his heart.

Wanwan took out the tablet from her little backpack, skillfully unlocked it, and went to search for the picture library.

"I asked Uncle Huang to teach me the screenshots. I have a few hairstyles I especially like. Brother, you can be my teacher Tony."

Wanwan held her excited heart and held her trembling hands, and handed the tablet in front of Xia Zhihuai.

"Look, these, these... and these."

Xia Zhihuai looked at more than a dozen screenshots, and the dazzling baby's look suddenly had hundreds of millions of snacks.

"Wanwan, let's discuss it?"

Wanwan tilted her little head and stared at him quietly.

"All these, these, and these... I won't know anything about it."

Wanwan immediately looked disappointed, and Xia Zhihuai immediately said with a chance: "But what!"

"Brother can learn."

Wanwan opened her mouth slightly, leaned close to him, hugged his neck, and kissed him on the cheek.

"Brother is the best, long live my brother!"

Xia Zhihuai was very helpful and then offered his own conditions: "In exchange, how about you teach me mysteries?"

Wanwan blinked: "Brother, do you want to learn mysterious art?"

"Yes." Xia Zhihuai looked at her expectantly.

...

Wanwan was a little confused. In fact, if my brother had eternal memories, he would not have to learn these things at all.

He has been the god of the East since he was born and one of the four spirits of the heaven.

There has been long been records in "Huainanzi" that "the most precious thing about the gods is the Qinglong."

However, he is currently in the midst of tribulation, and all his cultivation and Taoism are already blocked by the divine seal of the tribulation, and his memories are temporarily blocked by Mengpo Soul, so it is actually not much different from ordinary people.

If he had not encountered the fact that his luck was stolen, his only golden finger in the human world might be based on luck and blessings.

After all, Brother Qinglong has never been a hardworking and smart dragon.

Laojun said that Brother Qinglong had no hope of relying on his brain.

Because he usually sleeps mainly, it is said that when he was studying in Tianjie Academy, he often fished for three days and had two days to dry the net.

Even when he woke up, he rarely went back to the school to stroll. Instead, he mostly relied on his thick skin and flesh to fight with the ferocious beasts and wild beasts in the Northern Wilderness to grab the shiny treasures that the ferocious beasts and wild beasts had worked hard to dig.

Therefore, his reputation in the Northern Wilderness was particularly bad.

He even had arrived at the northern wilderness, and the wild beasts that had originally fought against the snipe and clam would immediately join forces and fight with him in a fierce manner.

The Qinglong is famous in the heavens, mainly because of high defense and high injury.

In other words, it is resistant to creation and has extremely high physical damage.

Fading away his divine body means that he has lost his strong body and his powerful combat ability.

It seems that learning some metaphysics is OK.

When I go back in the future, I will not be a simple dragon with a simple mind and a well-developed limbs.

...

After Wanwan finished thinking, she said happily: "Okay, brother, I will teach you."

Xia Zhihuai pinched her armpit with both hands, raised her up, and smiled and said, "Then it's a matter of determination."

“Where do we start learning?”

Xia Zhihuai was a little impatient.

I was so frustrated before. If he had superpowers, he would definitely be able to go all day long.

Wanwan bit her fingers, lowered her eyes and thought for a while, and took out a jade slip from her pocket.

Xia Zhihuai was stunned.

He looked at the white jade slip, the jade color was warm and smooth, and there was no word.

But he slowly remembered that it seemed that he had used it before when he saw Wanwan, and he wanted to stick a jade slip on his forehead.

"What's this?"

Wanwan handed him the jade slip and said angrily: ""Basic Illustration of the Introduction to the Mysterious Dao of Zaizi."

Xia Zhihuai was shocked: "???"

After returning to his senses, he hesitated to take the jade slip "Basic Introduction to the Introduction to the Mysterious Dao of Baby", sat cross-legged on the floor, put the jade slip on his forehead, and glanced at Wanwan: "Is it okay to just put it on your forehead?"

Wanwan suddenly frowned and thought of a serious question.

"Brother, you don't have spiritual consciousness!"

"What's wrong with no spiritual consciousness?" Xia Zhihuai was confused.

Wanwan sighed: "Without spiritual consciousness, you can't even read the book."

Xia Zhihuai: "..." This bizarre world is too unfriendly to ordinary people.

"How can you have spiritual consciousness?"

Wanwan: "..." Born.

Anyway, since she had consciousness, she had spiritual consciousness.

She didn't know how other gods had spiritual consciousness.

This requires asking Si Ming how mortals cultivate spiritual consciousness.

Wanwan took out a jade slip from her pocket, put it on her round forehead, and closed her eyes.

...

Deep in the peach forest with rippling peach blossoms, a beautiful flower tree is swaying gently in the breeze, and the branches are filled with delicate light pink flower cups, and a few petals fall from the sky.

The only peach tree in the entire peach forest is surrounded by bluestone.

The bluestone carved with flying dragons and auspicious clouds are lifelike.

A red rope is tied to the branches of the peach wood, and a golden bell is attached to the end of the red rope. It shakes gently in the wind without any sound.

The wind gradually stopped, but the golden bell suddenly made a clear sound.

After a while, a young man in a light gray dark pattern robe flashed from a distance and appeared next to the bluestone platform in the blink of an eye.

Si Ming put his hand on the tree trunk with one hand and asked panting: "Little Fairy, what's the matter with looking for Xiaoxian?"

Wanwan's sweet and soft voice came with a little distressed tone: "Si Ming Si Ming, how do mortals cultivate spiritual consciousness?"

Si Ming: "The little fairy just wants to ask this?"

Wanwan: "Yes."

Si Ming breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother wants to practice Taoism, but he has no spiritual consciousness. What should I do?" Wanwan wanted to sigh.

Si Ming was shocked and said, "The Qinglong God wants to practice Taoism? Is this the sun going to hit the west?"

It is really big news that the number one playboy in heaven wants to make progress.

Is it like this that the gods are trained in this way through the tribulation of the lower realm?

Si Ming told Wanwan how to train his spiritual consciousness, and then held his jade slip and his pen holder, ready to go back and write quickly.

He had thought of the name of this book.

It is called "The Years when the Qinglong God descended to earth and tried to reform."

It will definitely be a best-seller.

In heaven, who doesn’t have a little playboy who loves to destroy the family?
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